Chapter Four

The clouds were moving along lazily, without hurry,

I wish I could be like that.

"Hey! Are you the one that asked for Welf Crozzo at the shop in Babel?"

I looked down from the sky, staring at the man that came closer to me, He was tall, taller than me at least, and probably around nineteen, wearing a black Kimono like clothes with a black shirt underneath and a blue scarf around his neck.

The whole attire contradicted with the bright red color of his spiky hair and blue eyes.

Standing up from the bench, I nodded and extended a hand which he shook.

"Bell Cranel, nice to meet you."

The technically older male nodded with a grin and put his hands on his waist, looking down at me because he didn't have any choice, he was taller after all.

"So, how can I help you?"

I tapped a finger on the armor I was wearing, watching his eyes trail down and raise an eyebrow and his grin widen.

"I was wondering if you have any more products with similar quality or better."

He put a hand on his chin for a moment and closed his eyes in thought.

"I don't think so, considering you use light armor and a bow and arrow, I don't usually make bows but I can make better armor with better materials."

He mused, sighing at the end of his sentence.

"I see, then could you make this with minotaur horns?"

I took out a piece of paper from my pocket and showed him what I had in mind. Welf took the paper from my hand and looked over it for a moment frowning and humming at certain parts before nodding.

"Yes, but the attaching parts would be tricky, I will probably have to try it with normal metal first to get it down right. But the chain itself will take at least a dozen horns for one if you want it to be that length."

I nodded and took off my backpack, taking out three pouches.

"These are fifteen horns, think you can make the chain scythes?"

He looked at the bags, then at me, blinked, and nodded.

"Yeah, I can manage, I can either make half of one chain or that contraption you have detailed there. Quite a cleaver thing, but not enough space."

I nodded and handed them to him.

"The space won't be a problem, I have a way around it, but make the box and the scythes first, I'll gather enough horns for the chains in the meantime."

He grabbed the bags and Frowned for a moment.

"Say, what level are you?"

I tilted my head, wondering what that question was about but answered anyway.

"High-end level one, why?"

Welf deadpanned, looked down at the Minotaur horns once more, and back at me again. What was wrong with this man?

"Can you take me with you after I make your weapons?"

I shrugged and nodded, while I couldn't fight alongside him, I could make sure that he was safe while fighting.

"I'll have your weapons in two days, come to the same shop at around noon."

And just like that, he speed walked away in what seemed like excitement.

Shrugging at the strangeness of the conversation, I went toward the dungeon, It was time to grind, two days was enough time to level up If I put forth a minuscule effort.

When you reach the thousands, all of your focus must be on fighting as much as you can to gain a fraction of a level.

Knowing how much effort I had to put into going from one to two, is comparable to going from 10 to 20 in my old world.

Getting to level 10 would be child's play, but that was not the point.

If I count every adventurer, the highest level one in about level 79, about to reach 80.

Two months, I would catch up, three max, if there are distractions.

It's laughable.

By how my grandfather explained it, it was like a ladder, each level was a step to godhood in which level ten was the last step, but what would happen after that?

Does one become a god? I hope not. That was the last thing I wanted.

Finally entering the dungeon, I ignored other adventurers and went down into the dungeon, humming a song that I enjoyed and remembered enough to not mess up the lyrics.

The fact that it was edgy as hell was ignored.

Hey! Everyone had that phase! Now imagine if you got to be an assassin in another world, the phase later longer than I wish it had, and I am not proud of that at all!

The song repeated itself several times while I absently kicked away the low-level monsters, not really paying attention to them at all.

While I was walking on the tenth floor, I noticed an unusual sight. A tall man, muscular, wearing... what could pass as armor for only his right peck.

Two swords crossed over his back and a black tanktop with red pants adorned his body.

Two, small animal ears rested on his head, flicking as I walked closer.

His eyes narrowed and I resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. What was with this world and its resident's strange reactions to him? I was just walking.

I spared a glance at his blood-soaked hand, most likely not his blood, and walked past him without a word.

I could feel his stare on my back as I walked away, must have turned around.

Soon enough, the stare faded away and I resumed my humming, after all, I had to pass the time somehow.

I wonder how my old man is doing?