What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

I don't even know what the hell it's like to have something like this just six kilometers north of Altana, a human stronghold.

Deadhead Surveillance Fort.

It's a lot different from a building built by humans.

Stone construction, but filling joints and gaps with black material, something like a letter in red paint, something like a tattoo, painted all over the place.

Then, because it is a metal tree, it is decorated with a togetherness.

No, it's a decoration.

There are lizards everywhere, so it seems like it would be hard to climb a wall or something, and it seems like it would have an actual defensive effect.

The fort is quite large.

Or there is a camp dotted extensively around a small one, with a full-fledged fort behind it.

They're calling them Deadhead Surveillance Forts.

I knew immediately where the name came from.

Human necks and skulls are hoisted or arranged like flags on every canopy.

Neck to death = Dead head, that's why.

"... disgusting. Barbarian."

And the strawberry shrugged.

We're craving one of the outermost oak camps out of the shadow of a pile of scrap material that might have originally been a camp.

Apparently, the camp is broken when it's built, and rebuilt when it's broken.

Not only the camp, but the fort itself seems to have been seized several times by the border forces, each time by the orcs.

"Barbarian, huh?"

I snort, heh.

"Doesn't look like it."

"Because that..."

Let the figs gaze at the skull raised on the candle.

"You won't. If it wasn't barbaric."

"To them, we humans are enemies. The race is different. Killing a hateful enemy and exposing him to his neck is a mystery. Even the effect of frightening the target can be targeted. It's a demonstration."

"No?

Momohina has her neck clenched. It's not your jii. Which way is that?

I'll say it again.

"Demonstration. Besides, it's not a clutter how to combine. The oak on the top is well equipped. I don't know how you see it, but you have human intelligence. They're not savages."

"... heh"

The strawberry looked at me just a little bit.

"Surprisingly, I'm thinking."

"I didn't even think about it, you know what I mean. That much."

"Because of people, I praised you..."

"I won't go in there while I compliment you. To that extent, it's natural. Oh, can you breathe? Wow, is there a fool who would be happy to hear you say that? I don't know."

"I'm happy."

"Ooh. Can Momohina breathe? Awesome."

"Thanks."

Momohina is laughing. Really, this guy, he's an asshole for nothing, but don't sneer.

Hit it, this guy.

I see strawberries, chills.

"... hey, what?

The strawberries have stared.

I look around without responding.

There's only one of them around here.

The neighbor is a long way off.

There is one oak in the garden. No, one.

There are three tents and one hut around the corner.

The tent is open, I can see inside, but nobody seems to be there.

How about in the cabin? Due to the size of the cabin, I guess one or two, even if they were there.

I take one breath and grip the pattern of my sword.

We met at the Barnes Club, Antony Justin's words were remembered.

"At any rate, a prostitute like you, will die soon. Kill about one of the orcs before you die. You'll be able to do the same. '

"... let's do it"

There seem to be many races on this border.

Goblins, Cobolds, Oaks, Immortals, Elves, Dwarves, Centres, etc.

Elves, dwarves, and sentoires seem to interact with the human race, but it's hostile to be an oak or immortal with a cobold or goblin.

Among other things, orcs seem to be the biggest enemy to humans at the moment.

Rushing prostitutes are commonly referred to as recruits, rookies,

Apparently, if he kills an orc, there's a tide like, for one, until then, he'll be treated as a "virgin" among the prostitutes.

By the way, me, Ichika and Momohina both have apprenticeship chapters like copper coins, but if you pay twenty silver at Bri's, you get a regiment chapter instead.

For the first time since obtaining the regiment chapter, prostitutes are no longer apprentices and can take advantage of the Blur Prostitute quarters for free or receive discount privileges from vendors contracted with the Prostitute Corps.

It costs money to get into the guild, and everything is gold, gold, gold, gold.

I didn't even get into the guild because I didn't have any money.

No.

I didn't let you in. I didn't come in.

If you ask me to come in, why don't you come in and do something?

Guild?

Ha.

That stuff is shit. I don't need a guild. Warriors, saints, dark knights, wizards, hunters, bandits and clerics eat shit.

I don't need a profession.

Unemployed and adequate.

What's wrong with a big hero being unemployed?

Not bad.

Or rather, correct.

Colorless, transparent joblessness that is not captured by ready-made concepts or frameworks is my path to becoming a great hero of the future.

At any rate, I'll kill the orcs first.

It all comes from that.

I heard from all kinds of guys in Altana, but there's no such thing as a prostitute who suddenly defeated an oak in the first war.

In the first shot, suddenly he's out of virginity.

This is pretty impactful.

My success story, which will eventually be a great hero, wouldn't be a bad first step in that.

"Let's go, strawberry, Momohina. Follow me."

I slipped out of the shadow of scrap material.

The oak on the top has not noticed this way yet.

I have green skin, so the oak also has the alias green skin.

My physique is bigger than a human being. Different width and thickness than back length. Finally, a treat.

My face, my nose is crushed, my ears are small and pointy, my mouth is big and I have fangs like a pig.

Well, when it comes to human aesthetics, it looks vicious, ugly.

Equipment includes a helmet-shaped helmet, a large knife, and a round shield in scaled metal applied armor. And then you'll probably have a bow and arrow or something, a flying tool.

Is the hair spilling from the helmet red and yellow spots the ground hair or is it dyed?

I look behind.

Figs and Momohina are walking about five meters behind me.

Momohina is pompous, but the strawberries are not enough. Bibili.

Well, still, you're just following me.

I walk.

The oak above me finally noticed me.

I'm not stopping.

What about the oak?

How does it come out?

Make a scene. No.

A bow.

Oak quietly laid a bow.

He's trying to pin an arrow on me and set a target.

"Look, strawberry, momomohina"

I keep looking forward and telling the two of you behind me.

"You're not orcs, you're looking at me. As soon as I make my move, do as I say. See?"

"Yes, sir."

And, Momohina.

Strawberries say nothing. I'm probably more nervous than dissenting.

Oak is squeezing the bowstring, trying to release the arrow.

I let it go.

"Now."

Don't panic, I'll move to the right.

The arrow drew a loose parabola and came past me, stabbing me in the ground.

Orcs prepare two arrows immediately.

Shot.

I'll move to the left this time.

The arrow came off.

"... why?

Or something like that. Strawberries are squeaking.

"Barca."

I laugh with my nose.

"If I knew when, which one would fly. Oh, you know what, I'd hit it. Arrows aren't coming after us. You can only fly straight."

You realized the oak was useless too. I put my bow down and started slapping my shield with a knife.

Gunn, Gunn, Gunn.

Soon another oak came out of the cabin. Just one.

The oak on the top also comes down.

"Another one, there he is...!?"

Strawberries turned their voices upside down.

"Doh, what do you do, xaragi!?"

"You've decided to do it. I was expecting a maximum of three. You two can afford it."

"You... maybe you're a great fighter or something?

"Huh?"

I shrug my shoulders.

"You know what, you don't. I don't even remember if we ever had a fight."

"Huh? Well then..."

Here they come.

I pull out my sword.

I don't know how to set it up, so it's appropriate.

Both the oak and cabin oak are equipped with the same equipment. The oak has red and yellow hair and the cabin oak is blue and white.

The cabin oak sticks more at me first.

Well, you can go.

There's no basis for this, though.

I'm just confident.

Whatever, I'm the protagonist of this success story.

Speaking of protagonists, when it comes to trouble, it's the king's way to wake up to the hidden secret power and defeat the enemies that make you push them.

But to do so, we need to be in a pinch.

You can't be a weak enemy. To some extent, if you don't deal with a strong enemy, the power of sleeping in me won't wake me up.

Either way, it's okay.

I win.

I will always win.

Absolutely, win.

I laugh invincibly.

Come here, you oak bastard.