Henry sat quietly, shoulders hunched forward, his eyes fixed on the wooden floor. "You won't believe me even if I told you," Henry said, his voice low, almost swallowed by the silence."Tell me," she pressed, her tone both curious and firm.Henry inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling before he whispered, "I'm from another world… actually."For a long moment, she simply stared at him, her lips twitching. Then she broke into laughter, loud, genuine, and unrestrained."Haaa! Funny," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. She didn't believe him even a bit.Henry's lips pressed into a thin line. "I'm serious," he muttered, raising his head slowly so his silver-gray eyes could meet hers.Juliet tilted her head, amusement lingering in her gaze. "Okay, 'other world.' Then tell me, how did you end up here?" Her voice carried a teasing edge as if daring him to continue.Henry's jaw tightened. "I died," he said. His voice was firmer now, carrying a weight that couldn't be faked. "And then

Henry moved carefully through the undergrowth, his body low, his breaths controlled. The clash of steel echoed not far away, carried by the wind. Guttural roars of beasts shook the air, mingling with the shouts of adventurers locked in desperate struggle.Through the shifting gaps of the trees, he caught fleeting glimpses of battle. A group of adventurers drove their blades deep into the flank of a massive wolf, its fur darkened with blood. Not far from them, another group crouched beside the corpse of the beast and grabbed the floating crystal.The voices that filled the woods were not only cries of pain or command, but anger. Shouts of accusation. Fingers pointed, insults traded, and in the blink of an eye two groups turned on one another. Spells lit the air, fire and rocks colliding in bursts of heat and sound. Their greed had consumed them, stripping away whatever bonds of camaraderie they once shared.Henry watched for a moment, his expression calm, his sharp eyes narrowing. Then

The forest was unnaturally still, as though the world itself was holding its breath, no birds sang, no insects buzzed. "If we kill the bear, sell the body and the crystal, we'll get a lot of blue coins," Mega murmured. His voice trembled not with fear, but with hunger and eagerness that bordered on greed.Francis and Rose exchanged a glance, the corner of their lips curling into weary smiles,They knew this look too well. Whenever Mega set his sights on something, nothing short of death could drag him back, recklessness clung to him like a second skin.Mega's eyes never left the creature in the clearing. "Let's sneak attack," he said, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. "Straight for the neck, we hit hard, hit fast, and finish it before it knows what's happening. Once it bleeds, the rest will be easy."Before either of his companions could object, he slipped from the cover of the bushes, crouched low and silent.Francis swallowed, knuckles pale around his trembling

Henry's mind was in turmoil. 'What the hell is wrong with these girls?' he thought, panic rising in his chest. 'I can't die here. Not now'The thought of losing his hard-earned coins weighed just as heavily. Those coins were his only chance at buying the flintlock tomorrow. If someone else bought it before he could, he might never get the chance again.'Ten Blue coins… just ten, and the flintlock is mine'. The obsession burned in him, but so did fear. The weapon meant power, yet the cost might be his life."Fine," Henry whispered at last.(Are you sure you want to give all your coins?) Rai's voice stirred in his head."..." Henry didn't reply. He only reached for his inventory, pulled the coins out and tossed it to the ground. His slingshot clattered beside it."Slingshot?" one of the twins mocked with a chuckle.The leader standing in the middle shook her head and gestured for the twin to collect the pouch. Obediently, the girl stepped forward, crouching to grab it.Henry's hand mov

"There aren't many rules in the duel," Juliet explained calmly. "The first round is barehanded combat. The second involves weapons and it only ends when one of the fighters dies."Henry frowned, trying to hide his unease. "I don't want anyone to know I'm carrying the last Whisperfang. What if I use my slingshot in the second round instead?"Juliet shook her head. "That's risky. You'd be at a disadvantage at close range. I can lend you a sword, it's safer."She turned and walked into her room. A moment later, she returned holding a silver sword with a red handle, its surface faintly gleaming through light reflection."Take it," she said softly. "It was among my reward from my last fight."Henry hesitated but took the weapon. A faint chime echoed in his mind as a blue notification appeared.[Weapon Acquired: Silver Blade][Warning: Weapon damage reduced – Class mismatch: Shooter]Henry stared at the glowing words and sighed inwardly. 'I'm a ranged fighter. I can't use this'.He handed t