Chapter 13: Guid?ance
Good morning!
I came down to the first floor and shouted with vigor, but for some reason, Ellie hadnt been very responsive.
Guhh
Ellie was sprawled over the counter, half-melting. It wasnt just an act, as her normally perky ears and slowly wagging tail were both drooping.
Ellies dead?
Ughhh.
Even when I poked her shoulder, all that came back was Ellies zombie-like voice. Thinking something must really be wrong, I approached her.
Ah! You reek of alcoholhow much did you drink?!
Ellie, facing me as I stepped back in shock, spread two fingers.
What? You became like this after drinking two bottles? Ellie, youre surprisingly weak to alcohol.
No
She corrected my guess with a voice that seemed to have crawled up from hell.
Ah? So youre saying you drank for another 2 hours after that! Well this is what happens if you drink for 2 hours without pacing yourself. Come to think of it, you smoked a lot of cigarettes yesterday too. Are you really okay?
Its not that, eitherAnd, Im not okay.
Ellies complexion had turned pale at some point. No, then what on earth did those fingers mean?
It was only for a moment that I tilted my head in confusion. It didnt take long to realize the identity of the unease.
Normally, bottles of alcohol would be crammed behind the counter, but they were empty today. The only ones left were two expensive-looking bottles.
Could it be that she drank all but those two bottles? Thats kind of scary.
Elliewhat is the bar owner supposed to do if they drink all of their alcohol?
Jonah, youll understand too when you grow upthat there are times you want to get drunk.
Why wouldnt I know? Though my body was like this now, I had been a proper adult on Earth.
Still, I shrugged my shoulders and played along with Ellies words.
Bah, adults! Why do they even drink alcohol?
Because theres something they want to forget?
What is it that they want to forget?
Right. What was it? Ive forgotten.
Ellie still giggled, even as she was suffering from the hangover. Seeing her like that made me burst into laughter as well.
Adults are dummies.
Dummies, thats what adults are.
Though I said that, there must have been some important reason Ellie had ended up like this. It was the first time I had seen such a gloomy expression on her face.
I didnt know what it wasbut I too had to give up various things to survive on the continent of Pan. Writing had been one of those things.
I couldnt live without writing in my past life, but after dying once, I was able to turn my back on it for the sake of survival.
Well, who had time for writing when you were busy enough just trying to make enough of a living to scrape by?
Yet, every time I come across a setting Id created in the Pan Continent, I couldnt help but painfully miss Earth.
Even knowing I could never return, caught in a situation where I could neither move forward nor back, I caught myself suddenly thinking.
That I no longer cared about anything, so I wanted to get completely drunk. Forget everything about my past life and whatever, and just sleep in peace.
It wasnt like this world was scheduled for destruction or anything either, so that urge had been even stronger.
It had become a little off-topic, but the point was, excessive emotions could cause a human to break down. Perhaps Ellie was in a similar situation.
Maybe because of her hangover, but Ellie took out a magic herb cigar as soon as she got up. She had habitually searched her pockets but stopped.
Huh? Where did my lighter go? Has anyone seen my lighter?
I dont know about the lighter, but Ellie has me!
I dashed over and lit Ellies cigar with a Weak Flame.
What a responsible thief I am.
Ellie, looking bewildered as she put the cigar to her lips, soon relaxed, the analgesic effect of the magic herb beginning to take hold.
Near the end of the War of the Fallen Gods, the World Tree sacrificed itself for the elves and the land they lived on.
Thus, their connection was severed, and the elves, having lost their mental pillar, wandered for a long time, experiencing hardship.
But wandering was always bound to end someday. Witnessing the continent of Pan rapidly rebuilt by the power of the labyrinth, the elves who had faltered began to stand up one by one.
At that moment, deciding to adapt and live in a world without the World Tree, the elves realized.
They already had a new mental pillar. And the name of the new god, fitting for their new era, was
Capitalism.
Humanity, which almost perished after a devastating war, learned the horrors of war. Thanks to that, large-scale conflicts and racial discrimination have mostly vanished.
Military power remained a valuable asset as long as the labyrinth existed, but it was natural that wealth also began to hold a value that could not be ignored.
Money! Only money can make elves great again!
The elves who realized this fact started to engage in various activities within the bounds of the law.
Using their beautiful appearance and long lifespan, they would repeatedly marry for political reasons and then become widowed, thereby increasing their land and wealth.
Or, capitalizing on the inevitable profits from rising prices over time, they would engage in long-term investments lasting up to 300 years.
Thus, with the capital amassed, even if it meant taking a loss at first, they aimed to win price wars and monopolize the surrounding market.
Gradually, they began to grasp the financial power of the continent, and though it might not be the case now, someday they will become the continents most corrupt race.
Umm.
The thought had lasted a bit long, but it wasnt as if I suddenly dredged up the elfs setting from my mind just because I managed to borrow some money from the pawnshop.
The point was that elves were serious about money, but since they knew they would benefit over time, they tended to pursue legal methods.
Therefore, elf criminals were extremely rare. If there were any, they would perhaps be the big shots who dominate the underworld.
It was only natural for a race that questioned the need to resort to crime if there wasnt significant merit.
Thanks to that, it was immediately recognizable even in a crowd. The back of the head that exuded thuggishness despite being born with the unique beauty of an elf.
Are those the bhes from that time?
A time before I had even realized the gacha system. I had encountered some elf thugs while wandering around begging.
I followed them, enticed by their pretty faces, only to have them extort all the money I had begged for.
I vowed that day that I would definitely return the humiliation someday.
The opportunity has finally come.
Concentrating, I lifted my heels slightly. Just enough so that it wouldnt be noticeable to the average onlooker, but enough to reduce the sound of my footsteps.
Then, using my small stature, I weaved through the crowd. At a glance, it might just look like a child desperately trying to slip through the masses.
Bit by bit, but surely and carefully, I managed to reach a position right behind my target.
Up close, it was clearer. Those two were the cruel robbers who took the 8 copper I earned from begging all day.
The only thing you could even buy with that money was a loaf of cheap bread on the verge of molding too!
A kindness repaid twofold, a grudge returned tenfold. It might be someone elses family motto, but what does that matter? For this moment, call me Jonah Dang.
From the closest distance I could naturally approach, I held my breath and let my body blend with the surrounding flow.
My presence faded to an extreme degree. I became part of the background, disappearing, and a strange sensation wrapped around my entire body, as if I was overlooking everything from above.
And then, as if hypnotized, my hand moved on its own.
Swoosh.
My hand, moving too fast to be followed by the eyes, traveled back and forth inside the pockets of two elf thieves. The final destination was, of course, my pocket.
That was easy.
A perfect relocation unnoticed by anyone. I praised myself inwardly and slid my body to the side, eventually being pushed to the edge of the road as if bounced off by the crowd.
I smiled contentedly as I watched the backs of the elf thieves fading into the distance, leaving only their wallets behind.
That ought to teach them a lesson. This was just guidance.
Just as I was about to continue on my way, feeling uplifted, someone grabbed my shoulder from behind.
Pat.
Jonah. Take your hand out of your pocket.
Aieeeeeee!!!
Lydia?! Why Lydia?!?!
