Wimpy Villager 13: Quest Mode by Kid Cube

Author:Kid, Cube [Kid, Cube]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-03-25T04:00:00+00:00

DAY 7—FRIDAY—UPDATE IV

The storm had mostly cleared by the time I left the shop.

I made my way to the village square, since a lot people seemed to enjoy hanging out there.

I quickly bumped into that girl from earlier—the one with cat ears—and of course that loud-mouthed dwarf. They were replenishing their food bars. When I asked if they could help me out, they spit out bits of cake.

"Let me get this straight," the dwarf said. "You want us to join you on a dungeon quest."

"That's right."

"And you've . . . never actually been in a dungeon."

"I haven't," I said, "but I'll do my very best! I'm a quick learner! I can carry stuff, too! Think of me as an extra inventory. And an extra pair of arms. Whenever you need a healing potion, I'll be right there! Potion support, that's me! I'll uncork those potions so fast, those zombies will think you have ten life bars!" Then I sighed. "Basically, I just . . . really need emeralds."

The dwarf chuckled. "I'm sure you do, but dungeons are no place for the inexperienced. I'd feel guilty if something happened to ya."

"I'm afraid he's right," the girl with cat ears said. "Dungeons usually contain powerful monsters. They're much stronger than what you find in the Overworld. And they're the least of your worries, too. The traps are even worse. If you set one off, that's it. Someone will probably find your items a day or two later, and they'll thank you, because you'll have shown them where not to step."

"Oh. Okay. Well, um, thanks. Yeah, see you. Good luck. Yep. You, too."

After they headed out, I stood around for a few minutes, looking for a possible companion. There had to have been someone who wanted to go with me. Very few people were alone, though. The few I approached avoided eye contact, or otherwise politely declined.

"Dungeon? Nope. I'm waiting for someone."

"Nah. I don't do dungeons."

"Some other time."

Right then, my face must have displayed a wide variety of emotions. Confusion. Frustration. Helplessness. Sorrow. Despair. Doubt. Basically, imagine a pigman who had been zapped by lighting like eight times over the course of a week. Imagine how crazy he must have felt after that eighth time. Imagine his face. That was pretty much my face.

It was beginning to feel like everything I'd learned in school wasn't of much use. At least not out here. The Overworld was a totally different world from the one I'd read about, thought about, and dreamed about night after night. A noob. I really was a clueless noob all over again. Which wouldn't have been so bad, if I didn't have to be one alone . . .

On top of that, my luck was running out. That became obvious when I heard a deep grunt behind me, like a monstrous pig. I slowly turned around.

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