《Opening stat screen… 》
「Ah! I see my stats increased naturally as well, but that doesn't matter… Ha…」
「Heheheheh…. Hey, are you reading? Are you watching?」
His finger hovers over to the bracketed plus near one of his attributes. He begins tapping it.
「Is this what you wanted? Is this the growth you like?! Sorry for not reaching the levelcap yet, I'm not used to this kind of shit writing!」
He screams at the sky while waving his free hand around, he taps faster and faster…
「Look at me! Oh how I struggled! Oh the character development! Ohhh! It's 12 minutes into the episode isn't it?! It's 12 minutes in, and I'm about to become the strongest man in the world! Haaa ha hahahaha!!」
…
The peasant, disturbed by the man yelling atop the hill walks up to his friend again.
「Yorick, look at him! He's poking the thin air and screaming at someone! He's a madman, I tell you! We should call the guards-」
He leans into his peasant friend's ear and speaks in an elevated whisper.
「Tumult, it's not illegal to be insane. Pay him no mind, till the field.」
「But- Oh no.」
The peasant quickly looks down at the dirt and tills hastily…
…
The young man finishes spending his attribute points with one last tap and exaggerated gusto. He puts his fists on his hips as he cackles with a grin.
[1 attribute points available] [3 skill points available]
Strength: 23 [+] ▲ Perception: 14 [+] ▴
Agility: 41 [+] ▲ Endurance: 20 [+]▲
Dexterity: 16 [+] ▲ Willpower: [+] 10
Luck: [-] 139 Intelligence: 10 [+] ▴
Charisma: 160 [+] ▴ Wisdom: 10 [+] ▴
「I'm set. This is all I need. Agility? Dexterity? What for? I don't need to dodge anything, I can just get lucky! And I have a point left over!」
He lowers his head, laughing.
「Intelligence? If I can figure out this magic trick at 10, I'm good! I've really outdone myself this time. All my skills are truly broken, and the only stats I need are already stupidly high. The average person has no chances of winning a lottery… But it still happens to some! And with this finger, I'll become 14 times better, luckier than the average person!」
He moves his finger and taps [Apply].
Content, he sighs. He looks around again, and notices a peasant staring at him from down the hill, across a road. They make eye contact, and the peasant quickly turns his head around and starts working.
「Ah, human NPCs huh? Guess I'll probe them for some cliches… 」
…
「Yorick! He's coming this way!」
The peasant whisper-shouts to his friend.
「Just mind your own business Tumult…」
The handsome young man walks up to the peasants and leans on the shoddy wooden fence between them with a creak.
「Hello there! Good day! Have you heard of our lord and savior, crop rotations?」
Both peasants stop. They furrow their brows, and look at each other with a squint.
One of the peasants tries asking…
「...Are you an idi- mpfmm.」
Slap.
Yorick is quick to cover Tumult's mouth, outright slapping him in it. He leans in and speaks in a hushed tone.
「Tumult… He may be hailing from another, distant, simpler land… Be polite.」
He turns to the young man, nods, and asks…
「Good day to you as well, what kingdom do you visit from, sir?」
He slips his hand off his friend's mouth, and props himself up on his hoe.
「I, uhh… 」
《Hmmm… Even if I tell them, what's the point?》
「It's very distant and you never heard of it, I assure you. So. You know of crop rotations?」
「Yes… For quite some time.」
「I see… That's too bad. Good day.」
The reincarnated ancient farming technique peddler nods, and walks off a little down the road.
「Too b-?」
Yorick recoils in disbelief as the man walks off. The peasants look at each other again, and shake their heads. Tumult taps his head with his finger with utter disbelief on his face, and nods towards the man as he walks off.
…
「Well, that's kind of disappointing. I thought I could introduce an agricultural revolution here. I'm starting to get a little concerned, actually… I haven't seen anything too cliched here so far.」
《… Was this world the best she could do? Or did she cheat me? I asked for cliches, damn it. Where are they? I don't want to figure out this world isn't actually that bad and have to spend 70 or so years here being a good boy.》
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He looks down at his feet momentarily, then shrugs.
「Well, I guess I better farm some items for the time being, now that I have high luck.」
He walks off the road towards the hills and fields again. He searches, and searches, and searches…
「Did I kill off all the rabbits? Surely they have to respawn sometime soon, right?」
He keeps walking… He squints, and notices rabbit ears poke out from tall grass.
「There you are! C'mere!」
He breaks out into a sprint and beelines towards the ears as he activates [Burglar's Feet]. The bunny stands on its hindlegs and notices him coming from a distance. It starts hopping away at blazing speed.
「Hey! Get back here! I need to see what you drop!」
He chases after the rabbit, deactivating [Burglar's Feet] to not drain mana. Grass begins to rustle as he runs through it.
「Ha… Ha...」
The bunny-killer pants as he sprints at his top speed, but fatigue isn't setting in. He glances at his stamina bar, and it barely moved.
《Wow. I can't imagine being this fit in my last life, I'd gas out in 15 seconds of this… As expected of insane [Regeneration]! 》
「Get back heeeere!」
He screams at the rabbit as it slowly is gaining distance. It runs down the hill towards the road…
Suddenly, once it reaches the road, it stops in its tracks. The man slows his sprint as he notices the bunny is just standing still. He walks up to it, and looks at it closer.
The rabbit is panting rapidly, its small torso is expanding and contracting extremely fast. It looks at the rabbit-hunter in terror as its whole body shakes while it tries to catch a breath.
「Ah, I see. You don't have infinite stamina and petered out. I kind of feel bad for you, little guy… 」
He lifts his leg above the bunny.
「But I can't get loot any other way, so… 」
…
Tumult is tilling the field, suddenly, the rows of tilled dirt move a little, as a slight tremor shakes his feet.
「Yorick, did you feel that? Was that an earthquake?」
「Don't mind it Tumult. It was so small it's not worth concerning yourself over.」
「Yorick, that's a bad omen, I tell you! The earth itself is furious!」
…
The man feels something underneath his foot uncharacteristically hard and rigid, unlike a bunny corpse he expected.
He looks down, and sees a grim looking, black sword laying in a splatter of blood.
「Oh, wow. My first- Well. First drop I can actually get.」
He reaches for the sword and picks it up, looking it over.
「Huh. That looks kind of evil.」
He looks around as indistinct whispers come from somewhere, but there is nobody around him.
《What does this sword do, anyway?》
『Demonblade Soul Devourer』
[Living Blade] [Cursed] [Shapeshifter weapon]
『Demonblade Soul Devourer』 is a living blade, meaning it has a will of its own. Does not classify as alive for purposes of magic or necromancy. The sword may refuse to cut and dull itself, or sharpen its edge when it respects its user. 『Demonblade Soul Devourer』 being a [Shapeshifter weapon] may change its length and shape to fit the situation.
『Demonblade Soul Devourer』 will grow hungry and thirsty much like a living being. It consumes souls which were freed by its edge, and drinks blood by absorbing it from its blade. Cannot die from hunger or thirst.
It delights in cutting the innocent, those begging for mercy and the inherently good. Additionally, it may seek to overpower and dominate evil creatures.
「Woah. No shit, that is evil-」
Extra text on the bottom of the tooltip catches his eye.
Attempts to possess the user on contact, devouring the soul and taking control of the body. Attempts to drive user to madness as long as it is held. Wielder requires large effort of will to retain control, or immense luck.
「Wha-? Shit! Thanks for telling me after I picked it up! I guess it's fine now?」
Suddenly, a yellow, slit-pupil eye on the sword's crossguard snaps open and locks gaze with with the man… Thousands of people begin to quietly whisper something inaudible into his ears.
「...How'd you come out of a rabbit?」
The man glances to the side, remembering his wish… A long and narrow hole in space opens next to him, and he slots the sword in.
The crimson-edged ebony sword growls like an animal as it flies into the [Portable Storage].
「Off you go. Hope I get good money for that.」
《Well, I can get extremely powerful items already it seems. All I have to do is get a bunch of stuff and-》
Ba-da-dum ba-da-dum ba-da-dum.
「Out of the waaaaay!」
「Hm?」
A familiar noise and a young woman's shout interrupts his thought. He turns around.
「Out of the wa- Wah?!」
The horse she was riding on at break-neck speed tripped up over its own hooves, and she is launched into the air out of the saddle. Her dainty hands hopelessly try to grasp at the reins as she flies.
Her panicked green eyes look at the horse, and down at the ground, and at the man in front of her as clenched-teeth fear starts to slowly form on her faintly freckled face.
《But wait, why do I have the time to see this-》
The man looks in the corner of his vision, where the buffs are…
[Contextual Time Perception]
[Active]
Perception acceleration factor: 4500%
[Freedom of Movement]
[Active]
Comfortable speed (Time) factor: 3480.6 %
《Hmmm… Now that makes sense. I do feel like my movement is a little off. As if I was underwater. So this is how it that works, huh? As expected, [Freedom of Movement] works with the other buff!》
The man looks at the de-horsed woman's large bust as it jiggles in slow motion, barely contained behind her stylish shirt's buttons. She blinks slowly as she's starting to flip in mid-air.
《Wow. Right out the gate hitting me with the big one, huh? A real ol' and tired cliche.》
He exhales out his nose in amusement, with a smirk.
《I mean, what screams harem more than this? I should dodge her just to fuck with the trope-》
He rubs his chin again as the girl slowly and slowly makes her way towards him, almost upside down now. If it weren't for laws of physics still working normally, her skirt would surely flip.
《… Hold on now. Maybe she's just some hopeless ditz with a stroke of bad luck? If she's going to be a part of my harem, I guess I don't need to be a dick right away, besides… 》
He sighs and looks at her slowly flipping around, with tired eyes.
《I've seen this exact same situation on screen so many times. I have enough of it. But… Do I not deserve a little indulgence? After all, I died in a completely stupid way and took it in stride. I guess actually playing into the trope once wouldn't hurt, right?》
He nods to himself encouragingly, then spreads his arms like a world-famous statue, while smiling ever so slightly, awaiting the soft feeling on his face.