[ Gamer Body:-
Description: The host's physique will function like a game character. During sleep, HP/MP recovers based on location and comfort level. When H.P. reaches full, regardless of the body's injuries, the host will return to his peak state.
Remark: A beginner's gift from the system; please be grateful. ]
"An Overpowered skill, huh? This mischievous system of mine clearly has no intention of letting me go for a long-- long time, does it?
Ash chuckled happily while skillfully ignoring the cheeky remark under the Gamer Body skill and closed the skill window. Currently, he only has two skills. As for how to use the healing skill, he had already tried it. Like a gamer, he just had to think about it, and the skill would activate instantly, no need to worry about scouting weird incantations or waving a wand.
"Seems like I praised the system too early. My inventory is as clean as my face; there isn't even a beginner gift pack or something—only a half-eaten wild pumpkin I just put back, now resting in it, Ash thought while looking at a seemingly never-ending column of boxes in his inventory that showed no sign of ending no matter how much he scrolled down.
"Although I can't say that the inventory has unlimited storage, but if I really want to fill it completely, then at least in a normal human lifespan (maximum 100 years), it's definitely not possible. With such a vast inventory, if I wanted to be a smuggler or thief, then I would definitely become a legend," Ash mused jokingly.
[ Quest:-
(1) Find The Blacksmith Dog, Marco.
(2) Goblins Ear (Repeatable) ]
"Huh? Now that I know everything about my system, it's time to complete my first quest before nightfall," Ash, it's time to work. Ash declared to himself and stood up from the ground. After tatting away non-existent dust from his butt, he started to venture into the town, searching for any clue regarding Marco, the blacksmith dog.
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"Where the f*ck is that damn dog? It's been me three entire hours, and there is no trace of that bastard. Don't tell me he has already returned to his home," Ash barked in frustration. He had been looking around the entire town, from dark alleys to trash holes. According to his memory, there isn't a single place left in the town where dogs like to go that he hadn't visited, but he couldn't find that damn dog, Marco anywhere.
"Also which bastard placed the word 'Town' behind the Woodworth? This so-called town is nearby, not even as big as a village in the random forest on Earth. There are only 30 or so houses in total, and on top of that, four are shops, one is a prison, and a watchtower. Overall, there are only 25 houses, meaning the entire so-called town's population might not even cross 100."
Ash scowled, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "If a town's population is so low, what about big cities? Don't tell me the humans of this world are in a very bad situation. Otherwise, according to human lust and greedy nature, it is really suspicious to have such a low population." He ponders while walking randomly on the street with a frown.
"Excuse me, Grandma, have you seen a white dog anywhere?"
While Ash was walking aimlessly, trying to find any clue about Marco, he suddenly saw an old lady age around 60, hair-like spun moonlight flowing to her waist, emerging from the forest depths. Though time had etched lines on her face, etched deeper were the wrinkles around impossibly clear, youthful eyes. She was holding a wicker picnic basket as if pilfering secrets from the woods.
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Ash casually walked to her and asked politely, without much hope of getting any positive answer. But to his surprise, his luck this time turned out to be quite good.
"White dog, you say? Hmph, might've spotted one down by the river at the southeast from here. He was playing there with other dogs in the water. By the way, son, are you new in town? Never seen your face before," The grandma asked curiously while observing Ash closely as if she was trying to find something on him.
"Yes, Grandma, Just arrived, hoping to find work, a fresh start," Ash replied with his already made-up answer.
A smile broke across the grandma's weathered face. "That's great, because of continuous conflicts with goblins; our town now really needs young people like you. The goddess bless you, son, may she guide you to a good job. Also, since you just came to my humble town, this means you might not have a roof over your head, do you? If your job hunt goes south, and you need a place to hang your hat for the night, don't be a stranger. Anyway, I have an empty room in my house."
Ash wanted to protest, but the kind-hearted grandma cut him off, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Don't try to refuse, young man. I know young people like you don't easily accept other favors, but I am not asking you to live in my house for free without any reason. I have a naughty grandson who always troubles me to tell him stories and teach him various things. And, well," she patted her basket, "as you can see, my hands are full these days."
"In your free time, you can teach him something useful or tell him some interesting stories. And if you still think that those things are too insufficient, then you can also help me with chores. Although I can't help you earn money, providing you food and a warm house is definitely not a problem."
The kind-hearted grandma's smile deepened as she caught Ash's inner turmoil. Patting his head gently, she said, "My house is just two past the Mayor's, on the west side. Don't you hesitate to knock, young man. My door's always open to those in need. I really don't recommend wandering outside at night; there are many cases of people suddenly going missing out of thin air," Then, with a wink and a muttered word Ash couldn't quite grasp, she continued on her way, leaving the warmth of her kindness lingering in the air.
"Sigh, although men in this world have some brain problem and their expressions are stuck between a frown and blank stare, but the women, are always, very kind-hearted and gentle, no matter in which world you are. If only I could find one in my perilous life as well, then I would not have died a virgin. I hope the one who picks up my phone doesn't check browser history and private safe. Although the phone is probably locked by the time someone picks it up, but breaking the phone lock to empty my bank is not such a big problem for a professional hacker," Ash sighed as he quickly ran in the direction kind-hearted grandma pointed him.
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"It should be here. Now, where the hell is that little bastard?" Ash looked at the small river in front of him, with a frown on his face.
"Woof-woof-woof-woof."
"That sound?" Hearing a loud dog barking, Ash quickly ran toward the noise. Various plots of movies in this kind of situation came to mind, indicating that trouble was probably waiting for him up ahead.
"I hope I don't have to fight with some kind of weird creature just for a dog shake."