Is it wrong for a reincarnation to be in the dungeon?

8.1 preparations

The cloth in my hand ran along the blade of my spear.

[Yep, like that. If you leave them soaked in blood they will rust. When dust sticks, the edges grow dull. You must take care of your weapons you know?]

On the white sheets of my bed laid wool, some knives, and various tools meant to be used for weapon repairs.

It can't be helped. No one taught me...

Through the transmission of silver letters, the unknown entity was teaching me how to provide maintenance for my gear and tools.

Although I am thankful, this is quite the work for my hands. They were clumsy, there were a few cases of my fingers getting cut.

[Not just your weapon, you need to take care of yourself too.]

...?

What is this all of a sudden? Since when was this weirdo so caring of me?

[The Goliath on the 17th floor is no joke. If you plan to go with Bell and the others, your gear has to be just as prepared as your heart is.]

But that has nothing to do with taking care of myself...

[If you run in so recklessly, without a care for your safety just because of that skill, then you'll eventually go crazy. I need you to learn to depend less on it.]

Even though you're the one that gave it to me.

[...]

But taking care of myself... huh

For what reason? It's not like I can die anyway. Plus, I've already died so many times now it's begun to feel numb.

Skill or not, what this entity said was true. Fighting with no combat skills, broken armor, and weapon. That was one of the dumbest things you could do.

If only I had a way to learn how to fight...

Bell learned his skills from the Sword Princess. On the other hand, I have no one to learn from.

"Hey, what should I call you?"

On the outside, I was speaking to an invisible ghost.

[K is fine. Just refer to me as 'K']

"... Is there a way for me to gain an attack skill of some kind? You're the only one who can grant me skills or magic, right?"

[Yes, I can do that. But there will always be a price..]

"It's fine, I'll take it. So hurry up and tell me."

[You'll see when the opportunity comes.]

****

Welf Crozzo. That was the name of the man that currently stands before me.

Beside him was Bell Cranell, wrapped in dark red salamander wool.

We waited for Lili to arrive, who was unusually late.

It's been two weeks since Denatus. Being a part of the Hestia familia, I was considered a member of Bell's party, so it was a given that I would also be introduced to this red-haired smith.

Not far from where our party stood, trooping into the entrance of the dungeon was, the Takemizuchi familia. They wore traditional Japanese clothing, only much shorter and exposed an unnecessary amount of skin. As expected of anime.

For the past few days, I've been busying myself with Bell and co. Leaving me only so much time to farm monsters by myself.

So far, my highest stat was endurance, with an H.