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◈ The Seven-Time Hero Goes Live ◈
Chapter 44: Mushrooms and Memories (2)
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The necklace brought back a memory.
A memory from the first run.
“Uurgh...!”
It had probably been right after they fought the Necromancers, too.
Maylin had been using levitation magic to carry the countless corpses the Necromancers had hidden, dry-heaving the whole time.
“Merciful Solia of Sunlight...”
Priest Sei was offering prayers for the dead and performing rites to drive away evil spirits.
Tou simply picked up the bodies without a word and loaded them onto a cart.
Yulian had done nothing but vomit, then complained of dizziness and lain on the ground with a complexion nearly as pale as the corpses.
“Seriously.”
Maylin, covered in filth from moving corpses, came over with a contemptuous look and nudged him with her foot.
“Hey. You so-called Hero. When exactly are you going to get used to this?”
Then she deliberately pressed her foot into the area around his solar plexus.
“Urk... Uurgh!”
Twenty-four years old at the time, Yulian still had not shed his modern sensibilities and sprayed out a fountain of vomit.
“Gah!”
Maylin pulled back her foot with a look of disgust.
“C-cough! Th-that’s why you sh-shouldn’t t-touch me!”
Truthfully, part of him had aimed it at her so she would get some on herself.
‘Damn medieval idiots.’
Making and clearing away corpses must have been everyday life for them.
People who did not even know how to read.
‘Take that!’
Bleeaaagh!
“Y-you lunatic, get away from me!”
“Oh my, a zombie! The Hero became a zombie!”
“Where is it? I’ll handle it. I told you, we’d be much better off dealing with that guy and getting a new Hero.”
* * *
Anyway, once the great corpse-cleanup fiasco was over, they camped on a nearby ridge.
“Haah. Honestly.”
Maylin sat down beside Yulian, and he suddenly began firing off excuses at rapid speed.
“It’s just... I’m fine with killing things now, okay? Really. But the bodies were too... d-dirty, and there were t-too, too, too many! There were too many! Those goddamn Necromancer bastards! Next time I see them, I’ll...!”
Maylin did not react much. She simply smiled.
“...I was much the same.”
“?”
She said she had been the same.
“This helps a little in times like that.”
She handed him something to settle his stomach.
Wine the color of blood.
Drinking that after cleaning up blood-soaked corpses?
“...”
Same, my ass.
Their stomachs were nothing alike.
What even were medieval people?
No, at this point, what were modern people?
Why were they so pathetically weak?
As those thoughts crossed his mind.
Tap.
Maylin brought the cup to his lips.
“Drink it. You’ll feel better.”
The night sky was full of moonlight, its white glow as warm as day.
Beneath it, Yulian’s suspicious gaze met Maylin’s sparkling eyes, impossible to read as either a joke or something else.
“A-all right.”
Unable to meet her eyes any longer, Yulian had no choice but to take a sip.
He was not much of a drinker.
His face must have turned red from the drink.
The cheap sweetness coated his tongue.
“Th-this is good.”
“Huh? It shouldn’t taste good. Still, when I traveled with my master, I couldn’t go anywhere without it.”
That explained why she could drink so well.
“Ahem. What, is your master a dwarf?”
“Pffhaha! What magic would a dwarf know?”
He had only said it as a joke.
“An Elf.”
“...Really?”
Yulian’s eyes filled with curiosity.
At the time, he had never seen an Elf before.
“And a female Elf at that.”
“...!”
“Why? Interested?”
Maybe it was the alcohol that made Maylin’s gaze seem strange.
“You’d be better off losing that interest.”
She rested her chin on her hand and looked up at the moon as she told him about her master.
“Why...?”
“Do you know what my master said when I left after fifteen years to face the Demon King?”
“...Have a good trip?”
“She told me to bring her some mushrooms on my way back. She said she wanted to eat them.”
“...?”
“It was a journey that could take ten years or twenty. Yet she said it as if I would be back tomorrow.”
“Uh...”
“What do you think she said when my mother died?”
“Um...”
This seemed dangerously easy to answer wrong.
“You’ll be joining her soon.”
“...Ahem.”
Elven black comedy?
Yulian barely managed to hold back a hollow laugh.
“Anyway. I doubt that person even cares about me. I’m just a passing mayfly... Though perhaps I could count as this firefly, at least.”
Maylin held out a finger.
Bzzzz~
A firefly drifting through the air landed on her pale finger.
“Nice if I’m here. No matter if I’m not. No... Would it be nice if I were?”
She looked somewhat bitter.
He thought he had heard that, for Mages, earning their master’s recognition was the final destination.
“Still, your master must have cared about you.”
So he blurted it out without thinking.
“...Huh? What would you know? You can’t even clear away corpses.”
No, damn it...
“You can just tell. I’m a Hero.”
Maylin grinned.
“I’ve never heard anything less convincing.”
“...”
Yulian thought harder.
“Th-the necklace!”
“...?”
“You said your master gave you that.”
“Ah, this...?”
It was a glittering pendant.
“Yeah, but I think she just gave me something useless. It doesn’t have any ability. She said it would help me find mushrooms better or something.”
“...Is there magic like that?”
“No. It doesn’t actually do anything. It’s strange. Really.”
Maylin pouted.
“I should just buy her some mushrooms.”
* * *
“Those damn mushrooms.”
Yulian... no, Jun-il, muttered with a soft snicker as he looked at the pendant the Elf had given him.
What he learned later was that the pendant had far better abilities than merely finding mushrooms. It allowed its bearer to borrow power from a high-grade Wind Spirit that only Elves could handle.
Yet mushrooms were what came to mind now.
“Huh? Mushrooms?”
The Elf tilted her head after hearing him.
“No, it’s just...”
Jun-il realized he had let something slip and tried to recover.
But how was he supposed to recover from that?
The Elf clapped her hands.
Clap!
“How did you know?”
The Elf was usually expressionless and did not react much, but she suddenly seemed excited.
“A Spirit can distinguish edible mushrooms. I trained it.”
“...?”
What was with Elves? Were they all like this?
“Of course, it’s not as good as an Earth Spirit. But Wind Spirits are quite good too.”
Or could it possibly be...?
“May I ask your name?”
“My name?”
-?
-Why ask her name lol
-He’s hitting on an Elf holy shit
-Does his women allergy only apply to humans???
-Holy shit
-Pickup artist Moon Jun-il holy shit
The Constellations were spouting nonsense in rapid succession.
Still, Jun-il nodded again.
“Yes. What is your name?”
His tone grew more polite.
Or perhaps it was not politeness, but desperation.
‘Could it... possibly...!’
Maybe, somehow, he could reach her.
If he could find any connection to her...
“Isil'enyelle. It means moonlight and memories.”
“...Ah.”
It was not her.
An entirely different name.
She was not Maylin’s master.
Maybe a lot of Elves simply liked mushrooms.
“Why that expression? Do you not like the meaning?”
“No, it’s a nice meaning.”
He meant it.
Moonlight and memories...
It made the nostalgia of that time feel even stronger.
“Isillen. Just call me that.”
“All right. Isillen.”
Jun-il pushed aside the memories of the past and prepared to get down to business.
“You remember what I said at the beginning, right?”
“Mm. You said you wanted to make a trade.”
Elves did have good memories.
“Show me what you brought to trade.”
“Yes.”
Rumble.
Countless items obtained from Goblins poured out.
“Hmm.”
The Elf gave them a quick look and licked her lips.
“These will be satisfying to purify.”
“Right?”
“How are you planning to sell them?”
He had considered taking purified Mana Crystals, but...
‘I don’t have cash right now.’
He could not even pay rent. When was he supposed to convert Mana Crystals into cash?
Unless Macro Central River Villadium Grancia got redeveloped, money came first.
“Pay me in money.”
“What kind?”
“Gold coins.”
Elves used gold coins.
“Mm... But do they have value in your world too?”
“Of course.”
Not as currency, but because gold itself had value.
‘I heard from the World Tree that something called Bitcoin was the best, though.’
Isillen seemed to assume gold coins were simply his preference and did not object.
“Fine.”
Jingle!
Isillen counted out the payment and handed him several gold coins.
Only amateurs tried to haggle here.
If he started bargaining with an Elf, he would be stripped clean to the bone.
Think about how long they had lived.
The best way to trade with Elves was to gratefully take whatever they offered while they still found you charming.
‘Nice.’
Even with such a smooth deal, he was making more than enough profit.
Why?
‘Because the world is almost about to end.’
Communication with overseas was impossible.
The servers had split.
A world had opened where there were no dollars, American stocks, or crypto.
Domestic stocks?
As always, they were trash scraps of paper.
In times like this, one thing always came to mind.
Gold.
When the world turned bleak and unstable, it was the one thing that always retained value on its own.
Jun-il had already checked gold prices on the way here, and they had skyrocketed.
‘This should cover nearly six months of living expenses, and I can buy a vehicle too.’
If he only counted rent and food, it could really last him two years.
But since the world had been turned upside down like this, he expected plenty of new expenses.
-Ohhh, gold
-Gold coins holy shit
-Gold coins are nice
-Look how heavy those gold coins are lol
-This is when gold matters for real
“Thank you. Are you going to stay here for a while?”
“Who knows.”
Isillen did not give him a proper answer.
‘She feels like she’ll be here like an NPC, though.’
As long as Isillen was around, it seemed he could sell items here.
To Jun-il, this looked sweeter than the Sub Quest reward.
‘It would be better if Kang Hae-il got that reward, anyway.’
A pendant containing a Wind Spirit.
It was so obviously made for some fire-type guy to use that the intention could not have been clearer.
‘Seriously.’
The world already revolved around the protagonist.
Did they have to raise him with such a golden spoon too?
‘They’re going to spoil the kid. What is this?’
Ram seemed to have a different style from Pam.
‘I should have gone to Ram too. That lucky bastard Kang Hae-il...’
Then it happened.
“What is this? Porter?”
“!?”
The very “spoiled” Kang Hae-il was standing right there.
“...Ah. It’s been a while.”
-Holy shit
-Kang Hae-il is here lol
-Oh
-They met lol
-Porter? What the hell lol
“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I was going to call you when I formed a party.”
“Call me? I never gave you my number.”
“Didn’t you?”
Kang Hae-il scratched his head.
‘Is he insane?’
Jun-il knew this guy was unconcerned, but he had not expected this much.
“Should I give it to you now?”
Still, he was the protagonist.
Would it not be advantageous for Moon Jun-il to at least exchange numbers with him?
“No.”
“?”
-?
-??
-No lol
-Does he not actually need the number lol
-He really is insane lol
-Wow, seeing him here makes Kang Hae-il look crazy too
-I still like Hae-il though
-He’s a good kid...
Kang Hae-il scratched his head again.
“I can’t take it. I... lost my phone. I definitely had it a little while ago.”
That explained why the Elf had not reacted much even when he came close.
-LOL
-LOL
-Real men just throw away their phones
-How did this bastard lose it lol
“But how did you talk to that Elf?”
“Not that Elf. Her name is Isillen.”
“You even know her name?”
“Yes. I know her name, and I even traded items with her.”
Jun-il deliberately showed off.
Why?
So Kang Hae-il’s Constellations would see.
‘I talked to an Elf~’
-Nice
-Hey! Me and Elf bro! Hey! We drank together and traded too!
-Lol, he’s taunting them
-He knows an Elf holy shit
-Hae-il’s channel must be going crazy
-Any suckers still not on the L4GS Coin train?
-Most of them don’t even know he’s L4GS lol. They only watch the main story lol
-Even as an F-rank, he talked to an Elf!! Damn it!!
Jun-il’s Constellations were delighted.
It seemed they had been getting criticized by other Constellations for following around an F-rank Extra.
Jun-il drove the point home.
“She even gave me a Sub Quest.”
“!”
Kang Hae-il looked genuinely surprised, as if he had not known such a thing existed.
-What the fuck?
-Wow, that bastard finished it all already???
-What the fuck is this?
-I’m dropping this stream
-Hae-il, go drop freight for a living
-LOL Is this right???
-Why can even that Porter bastard do a Sub Quest???
-But the Elf ran away earlier, didn’t she? Why is she talking to him now? Is she and the Porter, you know...
-What kind of bullshit development is this?
Unaware of the things his Constellations were frantically spewing, Kang Hae-il thought:
‘So this guy really is pretty capable?’
Ranks really were just a number.
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