Wow, couldn’t believe it’d been half a year already since I transmigrated. As I suspected, I had a much better knack for ranged combat than I do melee. I’d also become a much more capable outdoorsman. And thanks to my “superpower” of <<Perfect Recall>>, I had fully committed to memory the “Poisoned- Do NOT eat” list and the “OK to eat” list. And I’d improved so much while staying under the radar- I didn’t make friends (Roshan is an exception), I didn’t try to stand out, and I didn't make trouble. Things were scary at first, but I finally felt like I had my legs under me.
I had a much deeper understanding of my new home world after chatting with Roshan and cross-checking these facts with other sources. For example, I surmised that the Holy Artorian Empire had an agrarian-based economy, with an emerging artisan and service industry in cities. Its unit of currency is the crown. One copper coin is worth 1 crown. One silver coin is worth 100 crowns. One gold coin is worth 10000 crowns. Typical dinners cost 5-10 crowns; a night at an inn cost 30-50 crowns; and a basic elemental mana crystal cost 300-500 crowns.
Sadly, I also saw the medieval attitudes and norms in this society. The social and economical classes were heavily stratified, and people rarely got to go from rags to riches. The pre-draft “tournament” was one of many examples where the system favored the powerful at the expense of the weak. The mage system was another- only nobles could afford concubines with high innate mana to “guarantee” their children’s mana talent.
These folks have a very chauvinistic culture that valued power in men and silence in women. Women were discouraged from being anything other than maids, tutors, or housewives. Polygamy was widespread, and practically required for men with the cashflow to support it. In my opinion, chaining down half of your population like this was not an efficient way to run a society, but hey, not my world. However, the polygamy part I could definitely get behind (as long as it was consensual and non-abusive for all parties involved).
The Empire only had one officially recognized religion- the Imperial Pantheon. Apparently, they worshiped all the previous (ie: dead) emperors as a pantheon of deities. Psh, and I thought the Founding Father worshiping in America was bad. I wasn’t very religious in my previous life, and after I got murdered knowing that justice would never come, I got even less religious. But hey, these guys might be for realsies, since somebody was able to successfully transmigrate me for some reason.
Overall, I found the Empire to be a rigid society that prioritized order and orthodoxy above all else. There was little room for innovation and creative chaos. The guys in charge would never allow some nobody like me to shake things up. Hell, I might even get burned at the stake by these savages if I got careless with my experiments. Not that it’d stop me from trying to obtain the firepower required to achieve my dream of building a large family from a large harem.
OK, Rummy, focus. One step at a time! Focus on the super-important magic training today!
My fellow draftees and I lined up on the castle training ground, with Roshan in front of me. Centurion Keith walked up to the stage, followed by an adjutant carrying a large wooden box in his hands.
The adjutant yelled, “Attention!” The entire draftee squad snapped to and saluted in unison.
“At ease, trainees!” Keith shouts. “You maggots did well these past 3 moons. Hell, I can almost refer to you as soldiers and not have to vomit afterwards! But your training is not finished yet!” Keith pointed to the west. “Out there in the Wilds, swords and bows alone won’t be enough. You need more!” He then opened the wooden box and picked up a red crystal the size of a thumb.
“You need magic.” He triumphantly proclaimed.
Finally, a chance to study how magic works in this world! I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since that snotty brat launched my ass into that rum cart with magically infused superstrength.
Keith held the mana crystal tightly in his left hand. Then he chanted, “Divine Majesties, please grant me the power to burn. <<Torch>>!” His right hand suddenly glowed, then ignited. A modest flame coated Keith’s right hand, but never actually burning him. He curled his hands into a fist, and smashed it into a wooden target. The target violently broke into smaller burning pieces as tiny embers slowly settled onto the stage.
Whoa! That was awesome!!! No, not the cringey chant or demonstration itself- it was a simple fire elemental damage tacked onto his physical attack. I doubt a Beginner-level spell like that could one-shot the mana-beasts of the Wild. I’m thinking about using this as a magic analog to a blowtorch or a way to heat ores and metals for smelting and casting. Making my own firearms didn’t sound like such an expensive pipedream anymore. This was huge!
Keith continued. “This is the Beginner-level fire elemental spell, <<Torch>>. If you focus with a mana crystal in hand, you can imagine a place to set fire, and that very place will ignite! And as long as you maintain vision and concentration, you can keep the fire going. Most Rangers would cast the spell on their swords, spear, or arrows to strengthen their attacks.”
He put the mana crystal back in the case. “However, these mana crystals have drawbacks. First, you have to maintain contact with the crystal during the casting. If you get scared and fumble it while a bear is charging at you, the casting fails! Second, every spell you cast shaves a little bit off of the crystal.” Keith then holds up a tiny pebble. ”This is called ‘dust’. When the mana crystal gets small enough, it’ll stop working. At that point, channeling mana to it would ignite it and cause an elemental explosion. So stop casting spells and start hunting for a replacement!”
Everyone nodded as they absorbed this piece of crucial info. Keith announced. “Alright, time for some practical training! While real Rangers could activate the spell without chanting, I want you newbies to chant. Without it, your spells will likely be greatly weakened due to your lack of experience with mana.”
A couple of hands raised up in the crowd. Keith ignored them and added, “And don’t worry, you won’t end up burning down the forest if you use this spell in the Wild. The plants here are rich in mana and therefore resistant to these elemental spells. A Beginner-level spell isn’t gonna be enough to start a fire.”
The draftees were visibly elated by this. Some of them even jumped up and down in excitement.
Uh… you guys missed the key implication: the beasts in the forest are probably also rich in mana, so adding a little heat to your stabby-stabs isn’t the game-breaker y’all think it is… If anything, you’re doing the beast a favor by cauterizing and disinfecting the wound.
Keith followed this up by demonstrating the beginner-level spells <<Frostbite>>, <<Air Blast>>, and <<Reinforce>> for the elements ice, air, and earth, respectively. He also mentioned that there are 4 “Higher Elements” (ie: Life, Force, Time, and Space) and that the mana crystals for them were so insanely rare and expensive that only nobles and Knights own them. In addition, with sufficient mana talent and a bigger mana crystal, you could cast an Adept-level spell for each element. However, all of that seemed out of reach for now. I should focus on what’s available to me here and now.
Out of the 4 spells, <<Air Blast>> seemed to be the most combat-capable one, aside from the fact that I have an affinity to the element. By adding an extra oomph on my loosed arrows, I could make my ranged attacks penetrate harder and more accurately. I supposed <<Reinforce>> could be used to strengthen my crappy standard-issue spear for melee combat. And <<Frostbite>> could be helpful in slowing down a prey on the run. But realistically, if a mana-beast ever got within melee range, I’d be fucked 6 ways from Sunday. And what mana-beast was gonna run from me?
The long-term strategic value of <<Torch>> (and to a lesser extent, <<Air Blast>>) was game-changing. Manufacturing a modern firearm under the radar seems way more feasible now. Without those spells, I just didn’t see how I could afford the firewood/coal/coke required to start and keep a furnace going; or to be able to buy that much stuff without people asking questions. I’d still need to find a way to source a lot of raw materials- iron ores for starters, but I saw a viable path forward.
But back to the training session. Since I was only allowed to try 1 mana crystal, I picked the air elemental mana crystal for obvious reasons. I grabbed a transparent mana crystal from the box and started practicing. I chanted the cringey phrase while visualizing a blast of air. Strangely, I felt a surge of energy from my body to the crystal, then from the crystal to the target dummy.
“<<Air Blast>>”
A small blast of air similar to Keith’s hit the target dummy. Oh shit! It freaking works!
Yer a wizard, Rummy~
But this also makes me wonder, “Since I don’t believe or worship these so-called gods, why would it still work?” So for my next attempt, I quietly chanted, “Oh Holy Harem, please give me the power of air. <<Air Blast>>!”
And lo and behold, the same <<Air Blast>> erupted out of nowhere and toward the test dummy.
So the cringey chant to the gods was bullshit. What a surprise. Now let’s try it without chanting. After all, only braindead anime MCs scream out their attacks during live combat. To compensate for the expected drop in output that Keith warned me about, I focused on the chant while visualizing about launching a big bubble of air towards the target. I gripped the mana crystal in my hand and shouted, “<<Air Blast>>!”
*BOOM!*
A large bubble of air shot through the air, instantly blasting through the target dummy and leaving only the bottom half still standing. The sonic boom that followed scared the shit outta me. I immediately felt a weakness in my legs, as if something suddenly sapped all of my strength. All of the draftees stopped their practices and looked at me. Well, shit. So much for staying under the radar.
Keith pointed at me and yelled, “You, trainee, get over here!”
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“What’s your name, maggot?” Keith asked me in a commanding tone.
“Rummy, ser.”
“Funny name. Now, tell me why did you turn my training dummy into a pile of firewood?”
“It was an accident, ser. Didn’t even know I could do that.”
He looked at his aide, and the man scurried over with a leather book in his arms. Keith took the book, looked at it, and chuckled out loud.
“Street beggar with a 6 star talent. Hah! You don’t see that everyday.“ He chuckled to himself and handed the book back to his aide and turned around. Before he walked away, he said, “You’ve got real talent, boy. Talent like that doesn't grow on trees. Stay with the Rangers and you just might make something of yourself.”
The aide followed Keith back to his post, but not before yelling, “Alright, show’s over. Get back to practice!”
“Yo Roshan, you have any idea what Keith is talking about?” I sincerely hope it’s not what I think it is- that I just became the #1 recruit target for every gang and faction out here in this dump.
Even the ever-cheerful Roshan gave me a worried look. “The good news is that you are very talented!”
“And the bad news?”
“That everybody now knows about it. Including gangs like the Yellow Shirts…”
“The Yellow Shirts?”
“Yeah, they wear yellow shirts and armbands, so that’s what everyone calls them. But they hate being called that. They insist on a really fancy-shmancy name for their gang. I’ve seen them get into fights all the time- they’re nothing but trouble...” Great, I’ve attracted the attention of the arrogant assholes. These types of people historically have tough times taking “no” for an answer.
Sigh, it looked like I might’ve triggered a plot event of my isekai journey. Overall, I’d say the plan to stay under the proverbial radar was going rather poorly. Dammit, I could feel a headache coming on…
Field Inventory
Primary Weapon
Ranger standard-issue longbow/Quiver with arrows
Secondary Weapon
Ranger standard-issue iron-tipped spear
Armor
Ranger standard-issue leather body armor and bracers
Mana Crystals
1x Beginner-level air elemental mana crystal [On Loan]
Misc.
Ranger standard-issue survival knife, dark green cloak, field satchel, and waterskin
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AN: Spoiler-free map of the Wilds [https://imgur.com/ptX1v4t]***“You okay?” I offered my hand to Roshan, who is on the ground at the moment with a few cuts and bruises.“Yeah, friend Rummy. I’ll be fine.” Roshan cheerfully replied.“I don’t know how you can still be cheerful after those Yellow Shirt assholes roughed you up.” I said with an irritated tone. “It’s been 3 fucking moons. What kind of moron gang recruits people by constantly harassing them? Forget saving the Empire- I wouldn’t trust these guys to save a drowning fish!”3 months ago, the Yellow Shirts approached me as Roshan predicted. These pretentious pricks called themselves the “Imperial Restoration Society”. Sadly for them, I’m not the naive fool I was in my first life. So I asked how they plan on restoring the Empire- a simple question they should have a rehearsed answer for. Yet, they stammered for like a minute and told me it’s not for a peasant like me to know their grand plans.Yikes. I wasn’t planning to hitch
“You… you’re not seriously considering going after it? Are you?” One of the deadweights asked, completely forgetting his decorum in front of his commanding officer.“Of course we are! We have to track it and evacuate any settlements this monster approaches! Have you forgotten your duties as a Ranger?!?” For the first time in this 2-week patrol, Vinnick showed a displeased scowl. “Ser! No I have not! I… I was merely pointing out that it is better to rush back to the castle for reinforcement!” The deadweight replied in defense, with a slightly higher pitch.“There are dozens of settlers in the Northwestern Settlement and the Logging Camp, and they are doomed if we don’t warn them in time. Do I look like a coward pretending to be a Ranger to you, Mitt?” Vinnick stared down the deadweight with the intensity of a midday sun. “No ser!” The deadweight’s pitch went an octave higher. “I was thinking maybe we should send the trainees back as messengers to the Legate. They’d be useless in a fi
Time really flies when you’re not fighting a Champion mana-beast to the death. Luckily, almost 3 years passed without any other life-threatening happening to me as I completed my first tour of duty in the Legion. Despite being in a different Cohort, Roshan and I kept in touch. He was clearly being bullied by the Yellow Shirt asshats (who also had the connections to avoid serving in the Ranger Cohort). But he insisted that things were fine and that life is peachy for him. Well, I couldn’t help him beyond teaching him how to at least land a right cross. I may not consider myself to be this guy’s BFF, but he did help me fill in massive knowledge gaps about this world (and basic reading comprehension). So the least I could do was to repay favor with favor. After all, I am NOT those people. I am Rummy of Carnwennan. I would NEVER be an ungrateful parasite who took things for granted. Well, I hoped things would get better for him in the future...Anyways, that epic fight (it wasn’t epic a
After a brief nap, I woke up mildly refreshed and resumed my pursuit. The goal today was to stay around 250 meters away this time. There would be no crystal harvesting this time- after all, I was sure whatever crazy shit I’d see today would be more valuable than mere crystals.How did I know? Because they’d arrived at the east bank of the Acheron River. Vinnick once told me that even if you were strong enough to swim across this torrential river roughly 1-2 klicks wide, the mana-beasts in the river would never turn down a free meal. Fighting aquatic mana-beasts in the water was a fool’s errand. These Witches had to have come here specifically due to some intel, and I doubt that their source was capable of surviving past the Acheron. So most likely, whatever they’re after is somewhere nearby, at the east bank of the river. I put on a sound bootie made of bear furs on my boots to further reduce the noise level. Slowly, but surely, I followed the tracks of the Witches. I was about 400 m
For a person who prided himself as an engineer who could solve any problem, facing a problem with no good solution was literally the worst feeling in the world. Every tactic from the annals of Wikipedia was considered. But not a single one that could decisively tip the scale in my favor due to the massive disparity in power. Every battle plan I could think of relied on the Witches heavily dropping their guard in the middle of this forest, which I just couldn’t see happening based on the skill and professionalism they’d shown thus far. In the end, I decided that since I had no viable way to rescue the prisoner, and I refused to simply walk away from it all like a little bitch, I would attempt a third option, one that would require the prisoner’s consent. Around noon, I managed to catch up to the Witches as they began their lunch break. After making some preparations, I climbed up on a tree about 10 meters tall and 200 meters from the prisoner Elf. With my >, I was able to
“Honestly, how do they expect me to swing a hammer all day after eating this slop?” I finished my tasteless wheat porridge in frustration. I couldn’t believe I’m saying this, but I missed risking my life in that death jungle- at least I got to eat meat when I killed things. Looking back, the poor kid’s body was pretty malnourished when I landed in it. Thanks to 3 years of constant hunting in the Wild as a Ranger, I was able to fill up my boney frame with some honest-to-goodness muscles. Heck, there were days when I felt like my mana reserve grew to unimaginable heights. I know that’s not physically possible, but it sure felt like it. “It’s not so bad, friend Rummy. I kinda like the simplicity of porridge. Besides, it’s better than nothing!” Roshan, the ever-friendly doormat, cheerfully replied as he got up. We’re just about to be done with lunch in the mess hall. Time to head back to the forge on that 72 hour work-week grind (Can somebody invent Saturday yet?).It had been a quiet 3
I believe I owe you two drinks since you managed to survive not one, but two tours! Cheers!” Mike the tavern owner toasted after putting two cups of rum on the counter in front of me.“Honestly, I only expected only 1 drink for both tours, but I ain’t gonna complain.” I cheerfully replied. “To absent friends.” I toasted with a tinge of regret in my voice.“To absent friends.” The two of them toasted back in unison before downing the drinks. Roshan was buried with his comrades after the Elven raid. The Legion paid Roshan’s father, Rudov, 700 crowns (7 silver coins) as one-time compensation. I didn’t know much about Rudov beyond that since I lost contact with him soon after. We’ve chatted before the attack, but ever since the funeral, I got the feeling that he wanted to avoid me for some reason. It was understandable. Either Rudov blamed me for Roshan’s death or just didn’t want to be reminded of his death. Or maybe he never liked me in the first place and only put up with me for Rosh
A/N: Took the poor man 12 chapters to get his first gun. Things are slow when there's no convenient System to get you stuff, huh? On an unrelated note, my google search history now looked like that of a gun nut's after all that gun manufacturing research~***Whoosh! Another 3 years passed me in a blink of an eye. Unfortunately, I’d be lying if I said it had been 3 good years. As it turned out, Stanfur’s forge-smithy specialized in Knight armor, especially for noble brats, so my plan to keep my head down and avoid them crashed and burned big time. Luckily, I hadn’t offended any of them enough to want to kill me. Shockingly, working at Stanfur’s actually made me miss my old job. The hours were demanding, and my middle class colleagues were openly contemptuous of the peasant orphan who came from nothing. Hell, at least my old managers had the decency to hide their contempt. And don’t get me started on the clientele. At this point, I was almost looking forward to a pitched battle agains
The burly Paladin suddenly stopped struggling to get at me and guffawed. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You hear that? The stupid boy wants to duel me” He pushed the restraining hands aside and pointed right at me. “Fine! I accept! I’ll gut you just like I did to your street rats! Maybe that will teach you to respect your superiors.” The Archmage frowned deeply. I guessed he wasn’t a fan of Palusi’s plan to kill me in order to get me to be more pliant. Well, nobody ever confused Paladins with PhD’s… The Prince, after a moment of deliberation, finally spoke. “Paladin Palusi. Bring Ser Rummy to me alive, or you shall never be a Paladin again for the rest of your life.” That took some of the excitement out of the Paladin’s eyes. “Your Grace. I… I hear and obey.” “Should I win, I want the remains of my scouts, along with the wolf.” I calmly declared the stakes. Archmage Schuma weakly smiled in response. “Ser Rummy, is that truly all you want in exchange for risking your life and limb against one of
“You ready buddy?” I gave Loki an affectionate nose pat (Loki is far too tall for me to do head pats by now).“AWOOOO~” An armored Loki replied as he sniffed my neck. He was wearing a leather cap on his head (with 2 holes cut out for his ears), a leather chest piece that covered the front of his neck and down his chest, and a leather armor around the stirrup protecting his spine. “Yeah, you are! You’re my good boy!” I gave his ears a good petting and hopped on. Tali was pulled up shortly after. We sallied out of the gate in a blur. Loki gracefully jumped across the various trenchlines that lined the field and arrived at a stone obelisk with a “700m” carving near the top.Tali and I got off Loki and waited for the other side to arrive. Within a few minutes, a diplomatic party of 4 rode their war horses towards our position. Based on the fancy gear, fancy flag, and fancy horse (those things are twice as large as the horses in Carnwennan), this is the guy I needed to meet. The diploma
Sigh… I supposed it was very on-brand that shit hit the fan on the one day that I was off. After all these months of pulling 12 hour workdays, I figured I deserved a little morning break with the kiddos and their wolf puppies. Loki just had another batch of puppies with members of his impressive harem, so I was letting them mingle and play together outside on a beautiful sunny day. I was able to enjoy the blissful tranquility of puppies and babies for precisely 13 minutes before the castle bells were rung.To our credit, we responded quickly to the impending crisis. Within half an hour after the signal flare was sighted, everyone outside the walls were drawn inside and all militia members were at the battlements manning their posts. The non-combatants were heading to the arms factory for shelter (and to be gang-pressed into emergency ammo workers). The annual drills I made all of us do really paid off in that regard. I arrived at the battlements roughly 10 minutes after I’d heard the
The day started out like any other in these past few months- me waking up buck naked with two beautiful women by my side (equally naked, I may add!). Sure, I was usually exhausted from a jam-packed 10+ hour workday by the time I got back home, but the sight of 2 alluringly half-naked women bent over on my bed invigorated me in ways that even a potent cocaine and methamphetamine cocktail could not. The women of my harem had decided that 2 of them would “service” me at any given night while the other one would rest up and watch the kids. Of course, some part of me wanted to take all 3 of them at once every night. But I think I would drive myself into an early grave if I overworked my poor heart like that, especially if I had to work 10+ hours the day after…Tali had fortunately integrated into the harem with no drama. Of course, since my 1st wife Emma was the one that encouraged her to jump into the degeneracy, she had no problem with handing over the nominal role of the “head wife” to
“Here is a new draft of the report on the iron shortage, Forge-master Rummy.” Nairi helpfully handed me the finalized draft of the report cobbled together from a series of disorganized notes and illegible calculations from yours truly. “Shall we go over the report together now so I could finalize it?” She asked in her typical angel-sweet voice. “Correction: I will go over and finalize the draft. You still need your rest.” I pointedly replied. Apparently, my overworked apprentice had a fainting episode while I was out in the Elven territory. She was teaching some of the newbies how to press the ammo cartridges at the forge-smithy around noon-time when she fainted for a moment. It was probably heat exhaustion or heat stroke from the ever-burning forge fires, but this is unacceptable. Considering his stance on work-life balance, Ronnie Lee would be rolling in his grave if he saw this. Nairi’s sunny enthusiasm for forge-smithy sometimes distracted from the fact that she was still a matur
*BOOM* The last Ranger fell upon his knees and slumped down, clutching his chest under the mid-day sun. Soon he would join his comrades (and my former comrades) and depart the mortal plane. After I slinged the Garand over my shoulder, I cautiously approached the 4 fallen Rangers. As messed up as it is to loot them, my growing militia has equipment needs and military-grade body armor doesn’t grow on trees.As I turned one of the bodies over to strip it of the leather armor, the not-dead-yet Ranger grabbed my hand with what little strength he had left. Unlike the movies and books, people usually don’t immediately die after getting shot. The blood loss takes time. “It’ll be your day soon, traitor!” He croaked with all the malice and bitterness he could still muster. “Until then, mind if I borrow your stuff?.” I nonchalantly brushed aside his arm and continued looting. My former comrade gradually lost his consciousness as he bled out. By the time I was done looting him, he had expired.
In an austere meeting room of the City Hall with ornate furnishing, I begin my speech in front of all the relevant factions- my Legion’s general staff, the nobles of Carnwennan, and the general staff of the 626th Legion. Every one of them are in full military or noble dress, sparing no expenses. “Gentlemen, it has been a challenging moon and a half, but we have finally saved Carnwennan from the brink.” After waiting for the polite applause to die down, I continue. “Now, I will announce the reason why I came to Carnwennan. I was called here to accomplish the Quest that the Pantheon had bestowed upon me- the capture of Adept Rummy and his associates.” A wave of confused murmurs and “who?” erupts at my announcement. Fully understandable, I admit. But it is not the duty of mortals to publicly question the will of the Gods. Nor is it the duty of subjects to publicly question the will of their prince. That is the natural order of the world we live in. In response to this chatter, my Palad
“Kneel, peasant! For you stand in the presence of Prince Avalon of House Artorius!” My shifty Scoutmaster announced.The prisoner, who is in chains and manacles, slowly and hesitantly kneels in front of me. He seems to be a portly fellow of 40 or so winters.His hair is disheveled, and the state of his dress suggests that he was in the middle of an afternoon nap when the intrepid Turt apprehended him. “You may stand.” I cordially invited my new prisoner. The man looks wary of my invitation until Turt nudges him from behind. He tentatively rises up and stands before me. His face is understandably tense, as if he’s deciding between betraying his longtime friend and saving his family from certain imprisonment. A difficult choice, I must admit and sympathize. But unfortunately for him, I intend on making this a really easy decision.“I am going to be honest with you, peasant. I will sentence you to hang as a spy no matter what you say to me today. The only difference you can make today is
Authors’ note: This chapter is taken from the journal of Prince Avalon of House Artorius. Well, this Rummy character sure had made a proper mess in his wake. The city of Carnwennan was in shambles, dozens of noble Houses extinguished or ruined, and Gods know how many lives- highborn or otherwise- were reaped as a result of this madness. I would wager that it would take a generation or two for Carnwennan to recover, if it ever recovers.I am still piecing together what had happened based on what the scouts and knights had found, but this much is clear- he is no common commoner. It takes a certain arrogance and competence to plan and execute destruction of this scale.The decisive (and irreversible) nature of his action implies that he was never content living his lot and will never be content living his lot as the Gods intended. This man was prepared from the very beginning to defy the Pantheon and the natural order of this world, collateral damage be damned.In a way, both factions w