I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents Chapter 16: Hak!!!

After encountering the Death Knight that day, I started living with more passion than ever before.

No matter how chaotic the world and life seed, realizing there were those who valued such existence made a difference.

He might have spared , thinking I might beco an ally in the future, but I didnt need to worry about that for the ti being.

So, pushing aside the gloom for a mont, I resolved to live as well as possible for now.

That being said, where should I acquire my equipnt?

Thanks to Vivian, I had accumulated more money than expected.

Feeling it was ti to leave my job as a porter behind, I spent so ti exploring the workshop district for the necessary gear before officially signing up as an adventurer.

The workshops were abundant, lining each street since the area was near where adventurers commonly settled.

Considering the worlds turmoil, I figured there would always be a demand for equipnt, making it easy to find upon arrival.

That is, if I had an official status as an adventurer.

However, securing equipnt wasnt as simple as choosing one good weapon and being finished with it.

In a ga, I would select a weapon that matched my level and budget, but this was the real world.

In gas, you could defeat an enemy with a single hit as long as you survived, but in reality, if you couldnt withstand an attack, youd fall without a chance to retaliate.

Even with creatures as weak as goblins, if they gained a dominant position, they could kill even an adult man without resistance, so if I were to invest in sothing, it should be armor rather than a weapon.

Naturally, each role required specific types of armor, so I had to consider which kind to choose.

Magic was clearly not an option for , and using a bow demanded a high level of skill that wouldnt co easily

That left with the role of the vanguard, directly engaging enemies and absorbing hits.

Even with my training as a porter, my physical aptitude barely reached the upper ranks of C-rank, which was below the B-rank typically recomnded for a main tanker.

Donning heavy armor would deplete my stamina, and holding a shield to absorb the enemys blows directly was out of the question for now.

Therefore, assuming a vanguard position that mainly required light armor seed most suitable for at the mont.

To purchase light armor for the optimal position This will cost quite a bit.

After all, materials that were both light and durable tend to be more expensive than those used to make heavy armor.

If I neglected my armor, I could fall prey to unexpected attacks.

Ultimately, this might be the cost of harboring the excessive ambition to beco an adventurer while being a foreign worker. I scoffed at the thought, albeit briefly.

-Crash!

Just then, a commotion on the path I was traversing caught my attention.

The first thing I noticed was a group of boisterous n who had toppled a shops sign.

They held equipnt in their hands and were in a heated dispute with the shopkeeper.

Damn, your business practices are terrible!

I put my trust in you because youre supposed to be a skilled craftsman, but whats this!? Why havent you properly fixed this dent?

The n pointed at the imperfection on the armor and berated the craftsman.

It seed as though they had complaints about the work they had requested, but from where I stood, it looked like a minor issue.

Certainly, a scratch on a car might cost hundreds to repair, but wasnt armor, by design, expected to sustain damage? Such slight imperfections should be inconsequential, right?

Ah, I left that part untouched because ddling with it could compromise the overall balance of the equipnt. It has been repaired to the point where it poses no functional problems as it is

So youre saying you cant fix it?

You think its all fine as long as the equipnt is usable?! It should look good, too, no matter what!

Calm down. I did my best to et your demands, but its difficult if you behave like this now

The trouble is with us, not you! Do you think its fair to take the money without fixing even one thing like this?

If you cant properly complete even one request, you should give the money back, shouldnt you?!

I got the gist of it.

These guys were causing a scene, trying to sohow compensate for their loss.

It was quite unpleasant to watch, but ironically, I was just a foreign worker without any significant ability to help.

If I intervened, I would only increase the number of victims, so the best I could do was call the guards.

If you dont want to give the money back, lets take this to court!

Get ready to close your business and eat prison food!!

But what bothered was that these guys were escalating their bad behavior.

Usually, even ruffians know to fear public authority, but if they cause a ruckus in the middle of the street like this, do they have so kind of backup?

Hey there, what are you doing right now?!

That bold attitude made hesitate whether to report them or not.

Soone else, who had been watching the situation like , soon barged in where they were.

An old man with a bald head and a face full of wrinkles.

He seed unstable as he leaned on his cane, but his angry face clearly expressed his fury towards them.

These brats with hardly any blood in their heads How dare you make a scene here?! Get back to your hos right now!

Ha, just so old geezer coming in.

Mind your own business and get out of here. Youre stinking up the place with your nosiness.

Despite the old mans scolding, the n spoke back in a mocking tone.

Those insolent fools, making a ruckus in the street and showing no respect

Respect? Why should I respect you when youre not even my family?

You think youre sothing special just because youve clung to life until now, old man. Nowadays, young people detest loud old folks who think they deserve respect just because theyre old.

Its those ill-tempered young people like you who end up growing to be like !

-Whoosh!

The old man swung his cane threateningly.

Startled by his aggressive gesture, the n stepped back, then began to snicker, viewing him as a joke.

Oh, oh wow. An old man on his last legs still has so fight in him?

Seriously, even when you talk nicely, this old fart is annoying.

-Swish.

Annoyed, one of the ruffians drew a sword from his waist.

The shine and nacing aura of the swords blade indicated it was no ordinary weapon.

Hey, hey, wait. Are you sure? If you draw your sword here, the guards will really co

Ha-ha! Whats there to be afraid of? Weve got a hero backing us; theyll take care of it even if sothing big happens!

Ah, so that was it. These guys were acting up because they were relying on a heros backing.

It was annoying, but ironically, that was the reality where it actually worked.

Hey, old man. Do you know what this sword reveals? Its an Aura~

Aura Blade.

The elderly man, apparently unthreatened, stared at them, holding his cane. But knowing what it ant, I couldnt help but feel terrified.

Aura was a technique where mana was concentrated to enhance the properties of a tool.

Even a normal sword, when infused with an aura, could cut through steel and split rocks. However, wielding it required the ability to manipulate mana and skill, which must be honed.

One could also employ tools, but magical tools that induced aura had astronomical costs.

Just the sword in his hand, judging by its value, would require most of the money I had to acquire such a precious item.

But to use such an absurd weapon on the street was reckless, even for a group of heroes.

Did he produce aura with just the weapon, without any magic power?

Haha! Its too late for regrets now! Since Ive drawn the sword, I must see blood from this side!

I had no way to stop it.

With no other choice but to watch from afar, the old man sighed deeply and began to slowly raise the cane he was holding.

He swung it precisely at the mont the sword swung at him.

Perfectly accurate, without missing even an inch, the cane touched the aura.

-Kwa-chang!!

With that light strike, the Aura Blade shattered into pieces.

As the fragnts rained down, my mouth dropped open in astonishnt.

Damn, what was that?

An Aura Blade that could cut through steel had just shattered like glass?

Uh?

The n was just as perplexed.

But the old man, as if offering no quarter, simply raised his cane again.

These young people these days think they are sothing special just because they have fancy equipnt, even going into debt for it.

Ah, wait a minute! Do you have any idea how expensive this is

Hak!!!