21 Main Weapon???

"Ah. Looks like I'll totally miss this one huh."

Kazuma said with a bit of sadness in his voice. He isn't able to log into the for a full day and during that time people are killing werewolves for the event questline.

"Let's see here."

Kazuma was browsing the forums of the game. He did not want to be left behind so he wanted to know as much as he can about the event before he could log in. The more he knew, the more benefits he could squeeze.

To Kazuma's dismay, he couldn't find any relevant posts about the event at all. After all, everyone that is experiencing the questline would be experiencing the battle with the werewolves at this moment.

The most relevant post that he could find was a simple rant.

[This event is utter bull####.] a post by TheLegend27.

*This event quest is just not good. The sudden emergence of the chapter caught me off-guard and caused me to die from a Level 70 werewolf. It pounced on me while I was doing another quest.

*Plus, you don't get an incentive from the killing the werewolves aside from the experience and loot.

*Devs, your a bunch of #######.

-you're*

-Daddy, chill.

-What the hell is even that?

-Butthurt.

-Actually, if you kill enough werewolves, you can get an event title.

[End of Post]

"This guy is just being salty, probably a league player."

Kazuma continued browsing through the forums, sadly this man could not do anything else until a new pinned post appeared.

[The Blood Moon Chapter 1: The Wolf King's treachery.]

*The players of the Kingdom of Doof successfully defended against the attacks of the werewolves. The first chapter of the seasonal questline has officially started for all players of said kingdom. Subsequent events will now begin.

*The Werewolves of the North have lost their homes and are now ravenously looking for a new place to call home.

*The story progression will change depending on the key factors that the players make. Please proceed with caution.

[End of Post]

"Dang it. I totally missed the initial wave huh. I'm guessing there are going to be attacks from the werewolves soon anyways."

Kazuma felt like he was chewing on lemons. His mood turned sour as he read through the post and tried to cheer himself.

Ring ring~ Bonk~

His phone rang, which surprised Kazuma for a bit and made him drop his toilet paper roll which was what he was going to use for happy times. He answered the phone hurriedly.

"Hai. Hai. Kazuma desu."

[Kazuma! We obtained rare loot!]

Kazuma felt even worse. There was nothing better than knowing your friends lucked out while you couldn't even log-in.

-

Rolling back to the scene where Bob beat his second meatbag for the evening.

*Your contracted monster 'Lavanuk' leveled up.

Bob looked at his chicken in confusion. He did not expect that even his chicken would level up with him.

'Wait, why did she level up just now when I killed a werewolf earlier?'

*She didn't participate in the battle earlier.

The system made the situation clear. However, that reply made Bob skeptical about something.

'Oh? So you can read my mind now?'

The system did not reply.

Bob decided to just let go of the conversation and continued looking at his chicken. Subsequently, Lavanuk also looked at him straight into the eyes.

"Cluck?" She said as she titled her head sideways.

As Bob stared at Lavanuk, he only had one thought running through his head.

'I wonder how wide their vision is with that kind of eyes.'

*Chickens have a field of vision of 300 degrees.

"Cluck!"

"I have no idea what that means."

After that exchange, Bob opened up his menu and checked his stats. It was no different aside from the level and the remaining stat points. He opened up his inventory next and checked the loot he gained.

"Werewolf fangs and claws. Dunno what to do about these."

Bob closed his inventory and observed the situation around him properly. The once peaceful city was now a battleground yet for some reason the adventurers had very bright smiles plastered on their faces. In contrast to that, the NPCs were horrified due to the events.

'I need a weapon.'

Bob was no longer consumed by his rage, but he was still angry. He is now calm and collected but he still thirsty for their blood.

'It should be around here.'

Bob was walking through the chaos without care for his safety. Lavanuk was no longer sitting in her basket but stood at Bob's shoulder like a parrot on a captain's shoulder.

"Cluck!"

Bob arrived at the front door of Donut City's biggest smithy and knocked on the broken door. He could peer through the broken door and saw that there were people inside.

'Should I just enter?' Bob thought.

"What is it?" A voice replied from inside the smithy.

Bob opened the door and went inside. He could see the situation much more clearly now. There weren't any werewolves visible at all, but the people inside had wounds and the place was a wreck.

"What happened here?" Bob asked.

"Oh? Obviously, a cat barged in earlier." A man wearing a leather apron replied. He looks just like your typical blacksmith. Fat, bald, and has a full beard.

Bob looked at the man. He carried an awkward smile as he said those words and it like a forceful sarcasm. Bob was about to ask for excuses for his stupid question.

"Oh. For-"

"Meow!"

"Cluck!"

A cat showed itself from the rubble. It was a white tabby cat with a stubbed tail. It looked at Bob but was staring at Lavanuk for the most part.

"Hissssss"

"Buk. Bukok!"

The cat cringed and hissed at Lavanuk. Lavanuk did not back down at all and spread her wings wide, slapping Bob's face in the process.

"Pffft. Buhahahaha." The sarcastic man laughed out loud.

Bob shooed Lavanuk away and put her on top of a furniture that was directly opposite of the cat's rubble. Bob slapped his face to dispel his emotions before speaking.

"I need a weapon." Bob sternly said.

"Hooo. We are kind of close for business at this moment." A different blacksmith answered. This man had a white mustache that was stiff as spikes. Of course, he's bald as well, cleanly shaven with the aura of the head blacksmith.

"Why?" Bob asked.

"Isn't it obvious? This cat came barging in and brought werewolves with it. We had to fight it ourselves, it was troublesome but they weren't really a threat." The man with the full beard answered.

"That's exactly why I need a weapon right now." Bob said.

"Oh. I see. Then take one as you please." All of the blacksmiths said in unison.

Bob nodded his head and looked around. There were broken swords and loose bows, most probably broken due to the mess the werewolves caused. He continued his search until he found a sharp metal on a stick.

"I want this."

Bob pointed towards a spear that didn't look anything fancy. It was a spear that did not have any frivolous design. It was just a sharp metal on a stick.

"T-That. That spear." The head blacksmith with the stiff mustache had a shocked look on his face as he pointed at the spear.

"That spear is the one I made from when I just started making weapons." He went towards Bob and held the spear dearly.

Everyone looked at the spear and nodded. They all opened their mouths in unison.

"It's utter garbage."

"...." Bob was speechless.

"Take this one instead." A side character looking blacksmith offered Bob a standard-issue spear.

This spear had the same aesthetic design as the other one but this one felt a lot better to hold in his hand. Its shaft was long and hard and the brown color made it clear that the handle was made of wood.

"How much is this?" Bob asked. He did not want to take this spear for free.

"It should be 5 gold, but you can just take it." The head blacksmith said as he touched his mustache.

"Come back here when this fiasco ends. The service won't be free next time. Buhahaha." He continued.

"Thank you. What is your name sir?" Bob asked as he held the spear tightly.

The head blacksmith stopped laughing and collected himself. He moved away from the group of blacksmith solemnly and stood silently. He slowly moved and then flexed his muscles.

Rip~

"My name is Dan!" He shouted his name as showcased his bare onegai muscles. His clothes ripped due to his flexing, left with only his apron on his body.

Clap Clap Clap~

The blacksmiths clapped as Dan continued posing and kissing his muscles.

"Cluck. cluck. cluck?" You could almost understand what Lavanuk just said.

"Meow." The cat said before walking away without looking back. It had seen enough.

And Bob stood in a daze. He was amused and he was bedazzled by the muscles.

"Wow."

He grasped the spear tightly and smiled. Bob thought that he just found new friends.