A Satisfying Meal (1/3)
"Excuse me! Coming trough! Don't mind me! Thank you, step aside!"
Josh could be seen hollering at passerby right outside the Tower. In his arms, he was carrying tons of weapons all stacked together akin to firewood, 14 of them to be exact. He was so encumbered that he didn't even change his armor.
His back was straight, his movements stiff, and he was slowly making his way toward the shopping district. He could hear the passerby pass sly remarks. Some were criticizing his bloody mismatched armor. Some were thinking of him as a madman for hoarding so much loot at once. Some were recognizing Floor 12 items and making fun of the way Josh was clutching it all like some kind of treasure.
Few were even in the process of using Josh as a counterexample. He even heard a disdainful mother say to her child: "Join a good guild or you'll end up like him in the future. You should at least join a ranked guild!" On the side, some snotty brat was vigorously nodding.