Re: Player-Chapter 5: [Conversation]

[Language Proficiency:

-Livian: 20/100%!]

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-Livian: 28/100%!]

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-Livian: 40/100%!]

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[Language Proficiency:

-Livian: 44/100%!]

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[Language Proficiency:

-Livian: 48/100%!]

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[Livian: 51/100%!]

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[Livian: 53/100%!]

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After dying over a dozen times, I could completely understand the bandits' words and slang words.

[Language Proficiency:

-Livian: 58/100%!]

Though I died 2 more times, I didn't see any increase in the language comprehension. Perhaps this was the limit of the language they understood?

Once again, I saw the bandits reaching the caravan before they started attacking again. As usual, they stopped after 20 minutes or so. Their eyes looked at me with irritation before one of them asked,

"Hey boss! What should we do now?"

"We wait! I don't believe there is no way that we can obtain this artifact," the leader spoke as he observed this caravan.

"Ilca. Set up the tent," commanded the leader to his men, who usually set up the tent.

'So Ilca was his name, huh?' I realized as I saw him taking out some bags from the lizard-faced-chicken rides.

"Amara. Nirag. It's all yours," the leader commanded again as he gave me a quick glare before he began commanding the others, too.

"[Oh! Devils of Corruption! Show me the way through this obstacle!]" chanted that mage, Amara, as he tried unlocking the gate of the caravan.

There were slight magical movements, but as usual, nothing happened. Nirag tried his spells too, but the results were the same.

"Hard day at work?" I asked as I observed their rather tired expression.

-BOOM!

Amara shot a fireball at me before he got to work again.

"Come on now. Do I really look that unfriendly to you?" I asked in a rather jolly mood. Though they kept their silence as they got to work.

I tried talking to them, but they all kept quiet as they kept working. Perhaps because I was actively calling them out trying to start a conversation, none of them spoke even a single word.

'It is even quieter than when I was not speaking. At least they were talking to themselves,' I felt something was wrong but couldn't pinpoint it. It was as if they were trying not to engage in conversation with me. But why?

"ESPCADAAAA!!!" the girl, Mira, shouted again as she pointed towards the basilisk that was coming towards us.

"Fire!" the leader shouted as the fight began again, while I observed it happening all over again.

Though something different happened this time.

"YOU VERMIN!! DID YOU CALL THE MONSTER OF HELL ON US?!!" One of them, the crossbow man, Porti, shouted as he glared at me before he looked at the monster.

The leader took a glance at me with disgust before he looked at that monster and prepared for a fight.

And as usual…

[You Have Died!]

[Game Over!]

[Restarting from Last Save Point!]

[Error! No Save Point Found!]

[Restarting from Start!]

About 15 minutes before the basilisk was going to appear.

"Hey Mira. Why don't you focus on that direction a bit more?" I spoke with a smile, pointing in the direction of the basilisk.

Mira looked at me skeptically before narrowing her eyes in that direction. Though her expression didn't change as if she didn't find any anomaly there.

"What in the name of…" the mage, Amara, however, sensed something from that direction as his eyes widened. Perhaps he too tried sensing in the direction where I pointed?

"What is it?" the leader asked cautiously.

"Espcada…" Amara's face lost its colors as he gulped, falling to his knees. The leader looked at me with a glare before I raised both my hands,

"Your relentless attacks attracted it."

Hearing my words, his glare narrowed into a stare before he looked in the direction where the basilisk was going to come from.

"Rivas. What should we do now?" Mira asked with a worried expression. Her eyes seemed rather desperate at this moment.

'So his name is Rivas, huh?'

Tightening his fist, Rivas was trying to make a choice here. His eyes ran between me… or perhaps the caravan, and the basilisk.

"Want to make a deal?" I asked as I looked at him with a slight smile. His eyes glared at me before he asked,

"What kind of deal?"

"Rivas! Are you sure about this?" the mage Amara asked with a rather complex expression. But Rivas ignored them as he waited for my response.

"Answer a couple of my questions," I asked with a rather business-like smile.

My words made him confused as he observed me for a few seconds. His eyes moved, observing all his teammates before he spoke,"what questions?"

"What place is this?" I asked, making them confused even more.

"What do I get in return?" he asked as he looked at me, finally giving me enough attention.

"What do you want in return?" I asked a question in return.

"Send the espcada away. Give us the caravan." He stated his demands.

"If I were that capable, would I be sitting in here, hiding from you all? Idiots!" I scoffed, making him stiffen for a moment. I then added,"I can fulfill the other request though."

He observed me for a while as he answered,"Don't know what exactly you are trying to do. But we are in the Wasteland of Fallen Sand Dragon. Somewhere near the central dead zone borderline." 𝘣𝑒𝑑𝘯𝘰𝘷𝑒𝘭．𝑜𝘳𝘨

My eyes opened up wide as I realized what this world is.

'So it's that world… but is this for real?'

"What is the name of the world?" I asked rather excitedly. If I were correct, then this changes everything… this changes the entire situation.

"Zarraf," the leader answered, confirming my doubts with a wide smile, as I couldn't contain my joy.

"So I am in that game world!" I shouted with joy as I almost fell out of the caravan.

"??!! AAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Though a piercing headache followed as I fell backwards. For the next few moments, I groaned in pain within the caravan before…

[You Have Died!]

[Game Over!]

[Restarting from Last Save Point!]

[Error! No Save Point Found!]

[Restarting from Start!]