This Otherworld Summoning Is Just Too Much! (Morimirror City)

Influence, eh? I actually didn't think of it. I always preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch, so I suppose that fact escaped my mind.

"Mmmmm.", first, gotta stay as calm and clear as possible, try not to sidetrack and go straight to the point.
"Position in the society, I didn't quite think of it. However, since you said it, a stable position in the society would be more efficient."
Then the most important question, what kind of position? I suppose there will be four or five of them if I had to categorize them. Supporters; opportunists; middle ground; unknown; opposition... but there are also political movements.

"Anyway. I usually tend toward the opposition or err...", I don't really know how to say it without mentionning the word, ah right.
"Or communal movement. But in this society, I can't explicitly decide with no informations. However as long as I stay near the people and it doesn't betray some values I consider important, I will tend to set up my position nearby them."

 

"Opposition, huh? That is something quite dangerous to say, y'know"
Back in the old world, in certain countries, the opposition must have been like some sort of soap drama to watch for the populace, but in other places...well, it was still a 'game', but players were using their own lives and no one would dare to stay and watch.
I'm pretty sure Morimirror might count in the latter category. The guillotines here seemed to be well oiled...
And...communal movement? Seriously? I guess it depends, but there was a reason why true socialism was a dream back on earth...
Still however, I could appreciate the lad for having some principles.
"'Liberté, égalité, fraternité' sort of dreamer, are we? One day, one day, maybe." I did hope that such a thing was possible. "But indeed, the commons are a good place to start establishing a foothold...but before intel or position, there is something we seriously need. Resources. Whether you are talking about uncle sam's franklins or the king's shilling, having enough funds to ensure a full belly and maintenance of supplies is imperative."

 

*Splat*

I raised my arms.

*Splat*

I brought them down.

*Splat*

Up.

*Splat*

Down.

I took aim and adjusted mid swing, smashing the target's head off in a single blow.

The mace, truthfully speaking...It was not bad. It was perfectly balanced despite the spiky sphere of destruction attached at one end, and the momentum generated from swinging wasn't unsatisfactory either. In fact, I think I might have gained Pain Resistance after repeatedly smacking myself in the head with the mace---Nevermind, that was just an auditory hallucination. My head hurts...

"Senya, you've been swinging that thing around since morning! I know I asked you for a favour, but you've already dismantled most of the bulkier trash! That's already enough!"

 

"Of course, but since I have no ties with anyone and this place, I do not mind much the danger. I mean, we have literally nothing to lose, eh? Except ideals, life and ourselves."
As I wasn't on Earth, there was nothing that really made me feel at home here. Wherever I am, foreign places, foreign cultures, foreign history, no friends nor family. Dying doesn't sound as bad as it is in the previous world.

"Liberté, égalité, fraternité? Eh, you couldn't be more right than that!"
Sarcasm might be leaking out my words, but hey! That's literally the motto for appearance of my country in Earth!
A smile slowly crept ony my face as I heard his words, yes, and no matter what. The best ressources is always...

"In short, we need money. Best way is I assume having a business, a shop or something along those lines... thus Dungeon Market again. Then, the question is still the how. We could perhaps adventures into the dungeon and sell our findings to a shop, but we don't know enough and still need training... I mean, I don't know how to properly fight as for me."
...I only trained a bit to melee fight in the hall. I can remember clearly how I fought.

"...in any case, we can't set up a sort of business without having funds. And-- well, we got to work for people to get these funds, to eat, drink and sleep as well."
At this moment, I threw a glance at my boss. Obviously, my message was meant to her.

 

"U-un, yeah.
It was fun, I even got a prize"

"Maa~ maa~, how good for you."

After chatting a bit more with mother and the staff, I went upstairs to my room to store away my haul.
Seeing as I was on the mountain for a full two days, I was dying to get inside a bath.
I made sure the door was locked before filling the bathtub with hot water.

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Fully cleaned up and refreshed, I changed into a clean set of clothes started thinking of ways to use the staff and the Talisman in combat/self-defense.
After about 30 min reflection session I heard mom's voice calling for me, it's dinner time.

 

“The dungeon...." I scratched my beard. Something to think about, although not for now, being unprepared.

"Hmm...seeing the lad glance at the lady boss, I couldn't help but ask:
"How is work ere for you?"

 

I didn't even need to reply that Menda, innocently eavesdropping since quite a while, intervened.

"He only did one type if work as you bastard got abducted to work for your acquaintance."
Sheesh. She could be a tad more discreet... after a sigh, she continued to speak as I listened.

"So, that depends. We have mainly delivering messages, convincing people not to mess with us, beating up thugs, spying, retrieving materials... You got the gist?"
After she was finished, I decided to tell him what happened on my first job. That was a harsh situation.

"Well, as for me, I just delivered a message... And the one I have the message to kinda attacked me cause I provoked him, but otherwise it went just fine!"
...the injury was a bit severe. He bit into my shoulder! But well. That was kinda my bad. I should have expected it from these kind of people...

 

Spoiler: Diary #4

Blank. Sparks. Spear. Gloves. Clapping. Metal. Spear to sword. Shattering. Blood spraying. Solidify. Falling. Cradling. Explosions.

Shut up, I'm trying to write here. If you want me to write your part out, then stop disturbing me.

...

About damn time. This is the fifth time I had to tell myself to shut up since morning. Did it sometimes a while back whenever I had to deal with something disagreeable, but having it happen once a week was rare. Not five times a day.

Brawl.

I said shut up. Brawling is reserved for large monsters, not for terrorizing random people. Besides, you won't be able to brawl if you end up in jail, and that'll really annoy me.

What, because you won't be able to murder under watch? A thug here and there---no one will miss them. In fact, you'll be doing a service to the people too.

Hungry. Won't go away.

I'll figure something out. There must be another way.

Doubt.

Oh, is there? You barely held back long enough to find that unfortunate lesser vampire, you know. Any earlier or any later, and the outcome would have been...quite different. Imagine if you reached your limit in the middle of a busy street---

"SHUT UP!"

The wood splintered.

"Senya? Is something wrong?"

The girl took a deep breath.

"...Yeah, it's fine. Sleeping issues."

Her neighbour in the adjacent room replied, somewhat sleepily.

"Well, you're not a vampire after all..."

Silently, Senya stood, staring at the table that needed replacing again.

"...That's it!"

*Bam*

Noisily, the door of her room closed. Followed seconds later by a door slamming open, and then---

"Senya, what the hell?! What are you...I'm trying to sleep here!"

Some unintelligible and excited babbling.

"...Huh?! You want me to tie you up, bite you and give you temporary lycanthropy and vampirism---Have you gone completely mental?!"

 

"I see, I see..." Yawning a bit, I finished the last few drops of the cheap alchohol and got up.
Well, it was time to go I suppose...for now, I guess I'll just return to storytelling? I mean, it would be quite queer with these new weapons, but hopefully, no one should question them...or even worse, try to steal them. Still need to get myself familiarised with this place and perhaps build up a small reputation before I can think of other things.
"Thanks for the threat lad, I shall take my leave. Meet up every tuesday?"

 

Every tuesday? ...well, I don't even know what day are we but sure!
As long as I get to be with someone's familiar, that's fine by me. At the very least, that's refreshing to have someone to speak to. There is kinda nobody around that can propose... a friendly talk.

"Yeah, that sounds to be pretty fine... I guess-"
At this moment, Menda intervened and spoke to me on a rather bossy tone. Which was kinda legitimate I suppose...
"Kid, now that you're done, come help to the bar, the busiest hours are coming soon."

Wait what? I am sorry but I never ever worked into services! How am I supposed to do that?! You can't push me to work so suddenly.
"But, I never-"
"Shut up and help, you gotta pay for freeloading and your drinks."

...I cannot deny that. However... wouldn't it be better if she sent me some guys to beat up?! That would be frankly easier! Wait, didn't I pay it with my shoulder?! Errr... ah, but... that was collateral damage so...
Haaaa... I am indebted anyway... I can't do anything else than obey for now I guess.

"Ah well, uhm, okay... I guess... Yi, see ya next week?"

 

After having worked for a few weeks, having most of my living expenses covered, I proceeded to buy 10 glass vials and a metal bucket.

Returning to the inn, I filled the bucket about halfway full of water, and place it in my room along with the ten vials. I head down to the kitchen to grab a bit of corn starch, and some honey before heading back to my room.

Mixing the corn starch with the water until it reaches a nectar-like consistency, I cut my finger with a dagger I picked up. The blood enters the water in a couple drops before the would recovers.

"This is going to take awhile..." I say to myself as I cut my finger over the bucket again.

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After several minutes of this, I finally managed to fill the bucket with enough blood to reach a good balance between it and the water.

Tasting the mixture after stirring it some more, I immediately taste the bad taste of the mixture.

"Corn starch and blood do not taste good together," I say to myself as I start pouring some honey into the bucket, mixing it together as I do.

I kept doing this until I felt like it was enough, and tasted it again only to find it tasted much more like an herbal tea this time around.

"Well at least people will want to drink this," I thought to myself as I pour the mixture into the vials, "Only had enough for eight huh?" I said as the last two vials were empty still, "Well this will be enough for now"

Heading out I put a mask I bought while I was out on my face after entering an alley way, putting my cloak over my head and heading out.

____

Having sold the potions to an alchemy shop after they inspected them thoroughly, only to find they held better than normal healing magic in them, I was sitting on 300 gold papers after selling them for a little below market price.

While I was out I bought some studded leather armor, a quarterstaff, a longsword, four daggers, and a bag to hold my items.

'It might be time to start moving,' I thought to myself, feeling the difference in my body after having exercised and trained for three weeks.

'Three weeks after having come to this world...' I thought to myself, 'I wonder if they are still sad I'm gone?' I wondered to myself as I walked away.

 

Milla sat on the bed with her knees tucked in, staring at the lump on the floor. Three hours ago, Senya had barged into her room and asked her for an absurd favour. So ridiculous that she nearly denied it.

"......"

The muffled gasps and moans had only subsided some twenty minutes ago. It had been more noticeable, much louder in the first hour, even with the gag that Senya had requested her to stuff in her mouth. And the struggling. The chains which covered her entire body were made of steel, yet Milla lost track of the times she thought Senya would just snap them into pieces from within, straining tightly against the grip. But somehow they held up until now.

Now it was so quiet that she got a little worried. Senya didn't suffocate, did she?

With a guttural cry, Senya broke the chains that were binding her arms together, and the chains encircling her legs quickly followed suit. Groaning, she got to her feet, albeit rather unsteadily, shaking off the rest of the chains that quickly buckled and snapped. She turned slowly to stare at the werepyre receptionist.

Poking out of her forehead was the mark of her oni heritage; a single, straight horn.

"Milla…"

This smile was not the gentle one Senya usually had. This smile stretched wide and exposed all of her sharp incisors, and hinted of darkness under the thin ice; a whisper of sugar-coated sanguine.

"Thanks. I feel much better now."

 

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The flames of war are born from greed and hatred. These flames will reach any shore.

But what flame is more common than the flames of war? Of course that would be the sun.

The artifact of the Summers Sun, The Sword of Summer, has lost much of its strength after its previous incarnation was killed by the Ring of Winter in mutual destruction.

The sword, now much smaller than it was, is searching for its next heir in the place near where it fell, Morimirror City.

The flames of summer gave birth to creatures to search for its new incarnation, causing much of the city to go under quarantine.

The city government has declared an official statement that adventurers or individuals who kill these flame creatures will be rewarded depending on the strength and number of what they kill, as the city guard is too understaffed to deal with the threat themselves.

43 creatures still remain in the city, rampaging, and burning it to the ground while searching for the Heir of Summer.

What will you do? The choice is yours.

 

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*Letter of Recruitment*

The hordes of fire monsters that have been invading our town are on its final legs. The creatures being sent into our city, while being made of fire are generally just mindless beasts such as bears and wolves, but some skilled fighters seem to be among their ranks.

From the intel reports, it seems these creatures are just as strong as their normal counterparts, but simply made out of fire.

It seems the creatures can be hurt by water, or by hitting the core inside their bodies. However, the core seems to move around frequently so this method might be more difficult than the former.

With the towns guard busy protecting the homes and people of the territory, they don't have the manpower to hunt these creatures. We ask that you, the citizens of our beautiful city help to protect our homes.

With the defeat of each Basic creature, 15 GP will be awarded.

With the defeat of each Advanced creature, 50 GP will be awarded.

If the culprit behind the attacks is apprehended, a reward based on the merit will be rewarded.

Please help bring our city some peace after the violent night.

 

It happened just as Franky was hurriedly leaving the basement hoping to never meet anyone from the traffic company ever again. He had to disappear, that he knew. Sadly, the way out of the city was still closed. Where could he hide? In the slums? Or perhaps the dungeon?



Either way, he had to move and FAST!



And so, Franky ran into the back alleys, heading his way to the slums. There he would wait for a while and a few days alter buy some provisions before entering the dungeon, that was the best thing he had come up with on the spot.

At first, he he had been thankful that the alleys were so empty, I mean aside from the occasional hobo, he had not met nearly anyone. Sure they were back alleys, but even then some human would walk past them.

Was there some event? Perhaps a festival… That would explain the fiery things in the sky…

“That’s a really good timing!” Franky smiled as he sped up hoping to get to the slums as fast as pos…

Crash

The fence on the left of him was tore down as a bear that was literally lit on fire trampled on it.

“What the FUCK IS THAT?!”

 

It has been about a month since I got reincarnated.

After going back from the Mountain, I quickly got back to doing low-skilled job. While I could have tried to use my new sword on more dangerous jobs, I kept taking request by the government and Cyrus. Cleaning the stables, cleaning the streets, cleaning the sewers... Strangely, I slowly got used to this new world.

I also trained with my Sword of Average Darkness(I needed to change its name) during my free time. As the goddess said, my Blessing only allowed me to learn more quickly swordmanship. With my Physical Strengthening, it was easy to swing it around, but while my strength would help, instead of a 'strike', I wanted a 'slash'. I understood the basics during this month, but self-study will only get you so far. I needed either books or an instructor if I wanted to become stronger.

Focus

I was getting a little bored of my isekai adventure, but while I was considering signing up for the Adventurer Guild, I saw something... interesting.

Well, I need money and combat experience, and an opportunity shows up just at the right time. If that isn't killing to birds with one stone, then I don't know what is.

'Let's do this.'

 

Turning to the girl on the bed I say thus.

"I didn't know that today was National Barbeque Day."
"First of all, I have no idea what that means, and no, there's no such day."
"Well, guess I'll go have a look then. You're part vampire, so you should avoid all this fire. What will you guys do?"
"Fortify and hold down this position, obviously. This is the Adventurer's Guild Hall, if you haven't noticed. We won't give ground so easily."
"That so? Then, I'll advance without worries. Make sure my bed is still intact after all this, alright? I can't afford to stay anywhere else."
"Hmph. It's daytime, you know. The day shift aren't pushovers. But good luck."
"Yeah, yeah."

And with that I exited the building, mace slung on my waist. Even here, I can already hear the screams, smell the smoke. Yeesh, they better get some damage control up quickly, else the buildings will catch on fire. Out in this place, rebuilding will be a right nightmare, all right.

Not that I care, but since I want a place to stay, I'd better make sure they don't burn up too much things. Too little accommodation and too much homeless people; they might assign more than one person to the rooms if that's the case. So for the sake of my privacy, I guess I'll do a little bit.

Still, fire...the matchup isn't too ideal. I have some fire resistance thanks to my heritage, but Fire versus Fire will take forever. If only I had some...Ah. What am I worried for? There's something ideal right here.

"Lemme just borrow this---Hmph!"

They have these two-seater stone benches all over the city, you know. I don't know who thought that it would be a good idea, but as of now, they'll do. And it's not even those flimsy benches---every bench was carved from a single piece of rock. Surely they won't miss two, right?

"Alright, armed and dangerous! Senya, initiating combat!"

---Ah, but the screaming and sounds of exploding are poor excuses for background music. Can't be helped, I'll just sing as I advance, then!

Spoiler: Senya's Humming

 

“A bear? Is that a bear?” Franky asks incredulously while staring at the flammable monstrosity that slowly walks towards him.

“Good beary, good beary...” Our unfortunate fellow took a few steps back, however…

“Goog, good beary...” The bear sped up.

“Ummm, I do not really wanna hurt ya, you know? Well, more likely I do not wanna you to hurt me… So, we have not seen each other, turn our backs and go different ways. How about it?”

ROAAAR

Well, Franky did not need his empathy blessing to know that was out of question.

“Hmm… then, perhaps...” He wore the friendliest smile he could muster: “do you need some manna.” And tried to sent his intention to the bear.

Luckily for him, it seemed to work as the flaming bear stopped and tilted its head. Franky did not hesitate and used his manna channeling skill on the bear.



...After about one sixth of his mana pool was drained, the bear seemed to be satisfied. It nodded its head, sniffed his scent and walked away.

 

Seeing the poster on one of the walls of our bar many veteran adventurers spilled to the streets, eager to earn some extra income.
Me?
While having some extra allowance isn't bad, I doubt the guards will believe me when I try to get my rewards.
So, I stayed behind to guard the Inn in case it gets attacked.
It will also be more believable if my parents claim it was defeated when we tried to protect our home.

After keeping guard for a while I saw a small group of monsters and humanoids made from fire enter the street from one of the dark alleys.
I pulled the talisman from my pocket dimension I made with space magic, similar to inventory you see in games.
The wand won't be of much use in this situation, but a strong and sudden blast of wind might be useful.
Without making any large movements or sound, I positioned myself to have a clear view of each one of them.
I started to chant a series of short spells to create water balls and suspend them in the air while I manipulate their shape into spears and use wind magic to cool them down into ice.
Once I created one spear per Monster, I released the suspension and shot the ice spears at my targets.

 

Babu drew another smiley face

Babu cheered them on from a nearby chair

Babu waved at the person, but Babu was not noticed

Babu hugged them both

a random Babu spotted on the counter!

babu wanted to follow senya but she was too fast