Chapter 93 yer (5)
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“Did you properly retrieve theputer that was handed over to the police?”
“Yes, we erased all memories and traces, so there won’t be any articles or anything like before.”
The old man nods at the woman’s report and then slowly reads the document on the desk.
It’s a document that summarizes a man’s life.
It doesn’t take long to read the entire page.
“He’s strong against misfortune.”
The old man mutters a brief observation and continues,
“But that’s all.”The woman nods in agreement.
The man’s life has been full of twists and turns, to the point where saying he’s strong against misfortune is an understatement.
However, there’s nothing else noteworthy.
His job is ordinary, his education is ordinary, his rtionships are ordinary.
Everything is ordinary.
Except for this game.
“I don’t understand at all.”
That’s why the man seems even more peculiar.
[Dungeon and Stone], Auril Gabis’s legacy, is a failure. Everyone came to that conclusion after much deliberation.
Although there’s no disagreement that it portrays that world better than any other work…
…it was impossible to clear.
So it was abandoned 5 years ago.
“…But to think that someone would clear it now. Could it be that it wasn’t a failure after all?”
The old man mutters and shakes his head.
Even if someone clears it, everyone agreed that there’s no guarantee it would produce better results than other works.
His decision wasn’t wrong.
But…
“I’m a bit curious about what would have happened.”
The old man then opens hisptop and types in the man’s name.
[Lee Hansu]
The name of the only yer who cleared his legacy…
…which everyone said was impossible.
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[GP Owned: 139,000]
After selling information about the 1st floor Floor Master and Skull Ind, I stop selling information.
There are two reasons.
First, it takes more time than expected per transaction.
It’s because buyers are suspicious of me since I have no transaction history.
Well, both of them bought the information after I answered a few questions…
But it’s more urate to say that they trusted thismunity rather than fully trusting me.
If you dare to scam someone and get kicked out of themunity, there’s noing back.
And the second reason…
Actually, this is the bigger reason than time.
‘If I sell everything I know, I’ll definitely attract attention.’
There’s a saying, ‘the nail that sticks out gets hammered down’, right?
I want to avoid attention from anyone.
It’s not like I desperately need GP right now—
Ding!
That’s when I receive a message.
[Sender: Ghost master.]
It’s a nickname I’ve seen a few times in announcements.
In other words, it’s a message from themunity administrator.
My heart skips a beat as if I’ve been caught red-handed, but when I open it, it’s nothing special.
[Elfnunna has made 10 or more transactions. EXP +10]
[Member rank is adjusted.]
[Deadman -> Goblin.]
It’s an automatic message sent when yourmunity rank increases.
Although there aren’t any major benefits to having a higher rank, it doesn’t hurt to level up.
There are asionally chat rooms with rank restrictions.
Tadat, tadadat, tadat.
First, I use the GP I earned to post a question.
The reward I offer is between 10,000 and 100,000 GP.
It’s a way of showing my willingness to pay that much if it’s valuable information.
[Your post has been registered.]
After registering the post, I spend my time browsing themunity as if I’m surfing the web.
Looking at the jokes and humor posts on the free board, it almost feels like I’m back in the real world.
That’s when…
‘100,000 points for 2 million stones?’
While browsing the exchange, I learn the real-world value of GP.
I currently have about 140,000 GP.
‘Crazy, so I earned 2.8 million stones just by answering two questions?’
My jaw drops at first, but when I think about it carefully, it’s not that unbelievable. It’s not like the information I sold is worthless.
‘I could make a fortune just by selling information here?’
I even have the thought that maybe there’s no reason to enter thebyrinth anymore.
But…
‘Let’s not have strange thoughts.’
The act of exchanging GP for money still feels risky to me.
‘Let’s not get greedy and just use it as a ce to gather information.’
Therefore, I set a new rule and gather my resolve.
That’s when, as I’m browsing themunity…
Ding!
I hear a notification sound.
I check the monitor, and a new message has arrived.
[Elfnunalove has requested a 1:1 chat.]
Elfnunalove.
It’s a nickname that makes me feel uneasy for some reason, but I ept without hesitation.
Because there’s only one reason why someone would contact me.
‘I was worried, but they appeared within the day.’
The information seller has finally shown up.
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In a study with a ssic interior…
I’m slightly surprised as I smell the faint scent of books.
‘It’s quite well-decorated. How much did they spend on this?’
It’s on apletely different levelpared to the clearing that was the background of the Newbie Room or the deste field that appeared when I initiated a conversation.
It must have cost a lot of GP.
However, I don’t think it’s a waste of money.
‘Indeed, this alone creates a certain level of trust…’
I briefly look around and spot a white man, and I greet him.
“Hello.”
“Yes, hello. You’re Elfnunna, right? Have a seat.”
As soon as I sit down, the man gets straight to the point.
“You want to know about Chernal Pergan, the mage from the Tarutein school?”
“That’s right.”
The dimensional copse phenomenon.
If I only ask about this, it will be difficult for me to distinguish whether he’s telling the truth or not.
But it’s different if I ask about Chernal Pergan.
Just like this.
“To be precise, I want to know more about his recent activities.”
“Hmm, is it because of the rumors about the dimensional copse phenomenon?”
The man immediately connects the name Chernal Pergan with dimensional copse.
This increases the reliability of the information that will follow.
Therefore, I also ask directly,
“Is that rumor true?”
The man asks for 20,000 GP in exchange for the answer, and I ept, so he continues.
“If you’re asking whether such a story came from him, then yes, it’s true. But if you’re asking about the truth of the rumor… it’s actually not true.”
“What do you mean?”
The man pauses for a moment as if to organize his thoughts, then says firmly,
“It means that the dimensional copse phenomenon will not ur.”
“What’s the basis for saying that?”
“That’s because it involves high-ranking individuals and political conflicts…”
In short, it means it’s high-level information that’s not worth sharing for just 20,000 GP.
“I’ll give you another 20,000 GP.”
“If you’re that eager to hear it.”
The man nods and continues speaking without hesitation.
“The Tarutein school is a school that focuses on the study ofbyrinths, specifically magic rted to dimensions. And their master wanted to conduct an experiment.”
“Experiment…?”
“I can’t tell you the details, but it’s not a dangerous experiment. It just requires that there be fewer explorers entering thebyrinth than usual.”
So the Tarutein school spread rumors through their mages.
They judged that if rumors of a dimensional copse circted, it would deter explorers who are susceptible to superstitions.
“…Is it okay to tell me this kind of information?”
“I didn’t just blurt it out, I sold it for GP.”
His confident attitude leaves me speechless.
The man chuckles and continues,
“In the first ce, is it any of my business? I’m not the master of that school. And besides, the royal family will soon issue an official statement denying the rumors.”
“…The royal family?”
“Would the Lafdonia royal family just stand by and do nothing? If there are fewer explorers, the amount of magic stones they receive will also decrease.”
Hmm, he has a point.
I listen to him for a while longer, and the situation makes sense. The evidence he presented without hesitation is also convincing.
He doesn’t seem like he’s lying.
Just as I’m about toplete the transaction and tell him that I’ll send the remaining 20,000 GP separately, the man shakes his head.
"On second thought, it''s fine. You seem like a fan of that person."
20,000 GP is equivalent to 400,000 stones, but to not ept it just because I''m a fan of the same person...
I thank him, but at the same time, I''m curious.
I wonder what year he''s in?
''5th year? 10th year?''
Whatever it is, one thing is certain.
He''s firmly established himself in this world to the point where 400,000 stones isn''t a big deal.
''That''s why he knows all the details of the information that I didn''t know even after struggling for days.''
I''m reminded of my beginner''s spirit once again.
15x? 20x? 30x? Or even 100x?
Well, no matter what mode they cleared, it''s none of my business.
This isn''t the game world.
It''s a harsh reality governed by barbaric principles where the one who survives is the strongest.
''Little Balkan or whatever, in the end, I''m just a newbie here...''
I realize once again that the road ahead is much longer than the path I''ve already traveled.
But why is it?
It was just a moment ago that I renewed my beginner''s spirit.
''This is fun.''
The man who bought the 1st floor Floor Master strategy.
The woman who wanted information about Skull Ind.
And this man standing in front of me, who must have reached that ce after years of effort.
Smirk.
I don''t have the slightest doubt that I can''t get there.
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The ck DOS screen.
After a short loading time, the yer''s log, filled with beeps, fills the monitor.
Beep, beep beep, beep-
The log''s rules are simple.
Only actions are recorded here.
That''s why...
「Theing-of-age ceremony has been sessfullypleted.」
「New equipment has been equipped.」
Choosing a shield at theing-of-age ceremony.
「Character has stepped on a goblin trap.」
Falling into danger as soon as entering thebyrinth.
Stepping on a goblin trap and crawling on the ground for several hours while bleeding.
Killing a person for the first time.
Bingpanions with a fairy encountered by chance.
And starting with nothing but bare hands, reaching the 2nd floor on the first entry.
"He''s a crazy bastard."
The more the old man reads the log, the more dumbfounded he bes. It''s even more so because it''s a log that only records actions.
There''s a reason for every action.
The old man, who has seen the logs of many yers, can clearly see the reasons behind this yer''s judgments in each moment.
Because that''s what he had to do.
Because that was the right choice.
So this man took action.
As if he were really ying a game.
It''s truly astonishing.
How many yers have made irrational choices, caught between the gap between the game and reality?
"...How many people have reached the 2nd floor on their first entry?"
"As far as I know, 117."
117 people.
It''s quite arge number to be considered few.
But the old man is certain.
That among the 117 yers, there was no one who faced such adverse conditions.
''He''s a strange one.''
As the old man continues scrolling down and reading the log, he freezes at one point.
「Killed Vampire Duke Cambormier. EXP +5」
「Higher Variant Kill Bonus. EXP +1」
「Guardian Kill Bonus. EXP +3」
「The essence of [Vampire-Guardian] seeps into the characte…….」
The log on the screen has now reached recent events.
「Bjorn Yandel」
Level: 3 (New +1)
Physical: 155(New +75) / Mental: 90(New +44) / Ability: 115(New +85)
Item Level: 98 (New -104)
Total Combat Index: 381.5 (New +204)
Acquired Essences: Corpse Golem - Rank 7, Vampire(Guardian) - Rank 5 (New)
Character information that would be hard to believe even for someone who''s been ying for years.
It''s something he achieved in just two months after waking up in an unfamiliar body.
Of course, luck must have also yed a part.
But…
‘If it were something achievable solely through luck, there would have been at least one simr case.’
The old man raises the yer''s monitoring level to the maximum.
That''s what statistics are about.
The more samples and data you umte, the fewer possibilities there are, and uncertain information bes clearer facts. And the ‘probability’ derived through that process is surprisingly urate, regardless of how many samples you add.
In other words, ‘luck’ is a negligible variable in statistics.
However, there are asional cases like this.
The first.
Something that was impossible bes possible.
Simply put, 0 bes 1.
An irregr that deviates from statistics, where the cause can''t even be determined because there are noparable samples.
Click, click.
「Abnormal growth rate detected.」
「The administrator will monitor this character.」
Suddenly, he also remembers…
The words he left behind when everyone called it a failure…
[I simply made a rational judgment. Even if it’s just one person, if I can send them off properly, that has a higher chance of sess.]
Maybe, he was right.