Awakening: Acquaintance

Wheezing but not swearing, I forced my way back.

On the way, when my condition became a little better, and I was able to speak normally, I took out my phone and called someone.

"Victor, if you don't have something very important, prepare to die!" - a very displeased voice came from the other side.

"I'm glad to hear from you, too." I chuckled, wincing slightly at my aching side. Ribs are broken for sure.

"So, what do you want? I'm not in the mood to be talking to catch up on each other." - he decided to go straight to the question. Looks like he is having a hangover, or he wouldn't be so angry.

"I need information about two adventurer girls. Alexia, about ten years old, calls herself a magical girl and she has white hair. The second one was taking care of her today, and the little one called her sister. A beautiful blonde with a good shape and the face of a supermodel – should be high-ranking adventurers."

"And with such a description, how do you tell me to find them?" – he said feeling wronged.

"You owe me five thousand." - I reminded him.

"Five thousand, you bastard?" if you calculate my help to you into money, you will owe me a few dozen millions!"

"How petty you are." - I rolled my eyes, even if he couldn't see it. — "Is friendship measured by money and helping them is considered a debt?" - a grin crept across my face. - "I think I'll have to warn Marie not to ask you for anything – or you might want to ask her to pay the debt."

"You little sh*t. If only you dare to tell her something…And why is she believing in whatever you say!"

"Well, I saved her son." - I snorted. — "You guys are not in a relationship yet and without my approval, she's for sure not going on the date with you. Guess what, I talked to her about you – she is afraid to enter into relationships with men after her husband left her."

There was desperation in the voice on the other side. - "All right, I'll give you some information. But if you tell her something bad about me, I am telling you…"

"I'll give you the five stars review." - I interrupted him before he could get angry. There was silence for a few seconds. - "See how easy it is when everything is solved without threats or references to debt?" - I chuckled. - "And you keep talking about the help yo…"

The call was interrupted. He hung up.

This man, Roman Barrack. I wouldn't call him a friend and we're not enemies either. He is the head of a very mediocre Guild that mainly deals with the E and D rank dungeons.

There aren't many low-ranking adventurers who don't know me, but there aren't many who know me personally as well. It was my fate that brought us together with this person, or, to be more precise, my ability to find adventures on my vulnerable part. To put it bluntly, I got run over by his car trying to catch up with the pigeon that stole my homework from my hands.

How things turned out that way I have no idea myself. And, of course, I didn't tell the officials about the accident.

Then, one day I saved a small boy who almost got killed by falling heavy metal tubes. Of course, I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and ribs, but thankfully the child was saved and had only a few minor scratches. Marie, the boy's mother, also came to the hospital, whom I then scolded for almost an hour, despite her tears, asking her to take a proper care of her child.

In short, it all rolled down until we got to the point that romantic feeling arose between Marie and Roman. He was visiting me to laugh at me because of another incident. He isn't a bad man, even if he was a little messy, most likely because he needed a good woman to look after him, but he still didn't stand a chance to get close to Marie on his own. So our brave Head of the Guild decided to use my help.

Since then, four months have passed, I have already been to the hospital more than once after that, and Roman's wish to get close to Marie has not been progressing.

"If you think about it, I am living quite well." - I chuckled. — "Every month I am getting adventures, the stories for which you can tell for ten lifetimes to come. if I live to see it, then my grandchildren will definitely not whine that I tell the same stories again and again.

In a short time, I was lying on the bed, and i was being glared at by a disgruntled but very beautiful woman.

"You left the hospital less than half an hour ago!?"

"I am shocked myself since the last twenty minutes I've just been trying to come back here." - I chuckled.

"You're a brute." - The woman said through gritted teeth. - "Can't you take care of yourself a little?"

"I'm trying, honestly!" - I sighed. – "For example, before I ran into those who crazies that did this to me, I ran away from two jocks who wanted to do about the same thing."

There was an awkward silence.

Rose sighed and looked at my medical records.

"You have a broken arm and three broken ribs." - she looked at me again. – "And how come that you are not showing any signs of pain."

"Oh, its not a big deal." I rolled my eyes. – "It could have been worser."

"Why should you be treated! then? Or should we lock you in the hospital?

"The last time you decided that, your entire hospital almost burned down, and the fire started from my room." - I reminded her.

"Somewhere into the deep ground!"

"Gil wanted to put me in there as well. When he was almost done, a rocket fell exactly on the same bunker, destroying everything. If I had not gone out due to the call of nature, I would have been a corpse.

There was nothing for her to say. My words are true. Although there are some reservations that preceded these events. Still, things like this don't just fall down.

And no matter how hard i try, I won't rest until i've gone through eighty-four more dungeons.

That's the problem. Every 168 hours, that is, a week after passing the last dungeon, I am drawn into a random dungeon. That's how I got into my first and currently last s-ranked dungeon, from where I had to be rescued by Gavril.

I don't want a repeat of the situation, and so I persistently, every week, go into a new dungeon on my own two feet. Even if I'm in the hospital and not in the best condition, I still go. After passing through the dungeon, the counter is reset, and I again have 168 hours. And it is not necessary that I finish raiding the dungeon, as long as I get into it before the time is over. Well, once I'm in the dungeon, where can it drag me into!?

"Oh, you..." - the woman sighed, coming up to me. - "I was really glad that you'd come back from the dungeon in one piece for the first time."

"No, well, a do sometimes get through dungeons without a scratch. It's just that every time I somehow end up running into troubles in the first ten minutes after coming out from the dungeons."

She paused for a moment. There was resentment in her voice. — "And are you happy with how things are for you?"

"I got used to it." - very calmly and without any negative thoughts, I answered honestly.

I was very surprised when she hugged me very tightly and pressed my face to her breast of the third size.

After some time, I began to see the death door again.

I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I tried to push her away, but death was much stronger than me. God, I even punched her! And then, just as I was beginning to see a skeleton with a scythe in my subconscious, and my body was going limp, this killer finally understood my predicament.

I have never been this happy to let in this unpleasant smell of drugs that usually hovers in hospitals. For the next few seconds, I breathed as if I were trying to suck the rest of the world in with the air.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" - she looked away guiltily.

For another five seconds, I just tried to catch my breath.

"I won't argue – death by breast asphyxiation is not the worst option to die. But you chose the wrong time. I'll be happy to repeat the hug you in a month." — with these words, I leaned back on the bed.

The pain in my body was gone. It looks like she managed to cure me while I was dying from lack of oxygen. And yet, the adventurers of B rank are incredible.

"And what will happen in a month? What is going to change!?" - she asked.

"My joy of acquiring the System will be over" - I said to myself but didn't say anything to her.

"I'll try to find you a good husband in this month, and then I can die in peace."

"Poor me..." - she made a deliberately made ostentatious gesture as if she was about to cry. - "No one likes me. No one wants me..."

"That's right. Go back to your country, Baka-gaijin!"

"Even that half-assed otaku is driving me away. Poor me, poor me. All alone in a stranger country. Whimper-whimper." - I was wary. I don't like the way she's acting. - "But what can I do? I can't help but save an assh*le like that…"

"No, stop!" – I tried to beg, but that was my mistake, as soon as I opened my mouth, a small pill flew right through my teeth and down my throat. I had to take a sip.

Yes, I earned a couple of points. But this round is her win. I shouldn't have come into conflict with someone who was stronger and more powerful than me. Mental superiority alone doesn't do much.

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