Overgeared

Chapter 2

'This bastard!'

I wanted to stab my sword in Ashur's mouth right now, but it was an impossible task. The man's level was 300 and was also a great magician who completed his third class change. His escort knights had an average of level 180.

On the other hand, I was only at level 73 and didn't even have a chance against the youngest knight who was serving as a bread shuttle. (Bread shuttle - Usually used at school, where one student is picked on and/or bullied to do the errands for people who are higher on the social ladder than the shuttles are.)

But look at the quest clear conditions. I had to kill them.

Plus! Even if I cleared the quest, wasn't the quest compensation garbage?

'My intelligence will be minus 50? Fuck, right now I have 30 intelligence, so won't I be an idiot if I'm at minus 50? And all of the kingdom's nobles would hate me? So where was my exit route?? Why is there a quest like this? Ahhh!!'

There was only one choice. Just die. I would drop two levels, but I couldn't succeed anyway. Besides, what was the point of succeeding with such a nasty quest?

"Hu..."

I felt resigned. The pressure from the knights wasn't a joke.

'This means I would've lost eight levels just from this quest... Ashur... One day, I will become high level and take revenge. Definitely.'

I stared at Ashur and vowed revenge, then closed my eyes at the menacing swords in the knights' hands. Then suddenly, I remembered Pagma's book in my hand.

'Wait, what about this?'

Would it remain in my inventory after I died if I put it in there before my death? This wasn't a general quest item, so I couldn't be assured of the situation.

What was Ashur's purpose in the first place? Pagma's rare book. The reason he wanted to kill me was to take it away. In order for the story to go smoothly, if he killed me, it was likely that Pagma's book would disappear from my inventory and fall into his hands.

"Shit!"

If I was going to lose Pagma's book anyway, I might as well use it instead of selling! A new option emerged. I could use Pagma's rare book.

However, I hesitated. I hated production-related classes. Wasn't the point of a game to enjoy the thrill of battle? However, if I became a blacksmith, I would have to sweat as I hammered at iron in front of a fire. It might be necessary to carry pickaxes while searching for mines to collect the necessary materials.

It was indeed...

'La. bor.'

At that moment, a chill went down my spine. I was doing brickwork and shovel work at construction sites in real life, and now I needed to do labor in a game as well! Just imagining it made me feel terribly dizzy.

"Kuock..."

I wanted to remain as a warrior; it was my dream to swing my sword at enemies and someday become an army general. But now it was time to give up on that dream. An item worth hundreds of millions of won would be taken away by an NPC! By that bastard Ashur!

"It's better to use it than to lose it to him!"

I tearfully opened Pagma's book. The shocked Ashur hurriedly stretched out a hand and chanted a spell.

"It's too late, you jerk."

I ridiculed him before falling silent as I checked the notification windows appearing one by one.