My Evil System

I wanted to test my skill and see if I could make the little Horned Rabbits become my minion. But there were other players present.

I guess I'd test it out later when I'm alone.

How do you turn one to become your minion anyway?That's unfair. Shouldn't I at least have something for my effort?
. . . I ignored it and continued grinding, but the monsters were beginning to get scarce after a while of engaging with the players. Their respawn rate was much slower than I expected.

[Received Rabbits Meat x2]

[Received Rabbits Fur x2]

[Received Wolfs Fangs x2]

Another items?

I was grinding for an hour already in the plain grasslands, and still no sign of that gil.

I was sure my ATP was high, and my LCK was above the rest, but why didn't I receive any money from my loot?
". . ." And you didn't bother to tell me this until an hour later?
I ignored it and mused to myself. I wonder how much these items cost if I sell them in the village? Knowing the high value of things, I expected the items to be expensive to match the living cost.

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"I'll give you 5 gil for that two furs."

". . ." I totally wasn't expecting that.

"Well, do you wanna sell it?" asked the man with goatee and goat horns, who was managing a rundown shop.

I sighed. "Yes."

It was better than no gil at all.

All in all, I got like 20 gil from my loot. One hour of grinding and just 20 gil?

I would really sleep in the grassland or the forest at this rate. That is, if I was lucky to get some sleep with all the monsters that I had to be wary about, creeping at me in the night.


Come to think of it. Could monsters and beasts attack players inside villages and towns?
That was reassuring.

The sun was still high up, I bet past twelve, and I was hungry as hell.

Maybe I should have cooked that rabbit meat over fire?
But I didn't know how to cook without a lighter or a match, and I didn't have a fire spell.

Hmm . . . maybe I should copy a fire magic when I had a chance. But that 10% chance success rate and -100MP was worrying.

". . ." I skimmed my jawline, thinking.

I guess it was better than nothing.

My goal was to feed my stomach, or it would kill me with hunger.

With that in mind, I gave up on staying in a rundown inn and submitted to my fate of sleeping in the forest or the grass plain. I just wish that no monster would crept on me when I sleep, which I knew was just wishful thinking on my part.

I came to the grass plain again, not because it was safe and the monsters weren't high level and all . . .