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Coloqi had no idea why those elves had collectively gone mad and come running to Yar Continent. He only knew that ever since they had arrived, his life had grown harder and harder.

Nearly all the jobs available at the tavern had been snatched up. Even the temporary guard jobs that occasionally appeared were now almost never his, thanks to the increased number and strength of his competitors.

Since those elves were generally stronger than Coloqi, a Second Rank, even when they stole his jobs, he could only swallow his anger when facing them. He did not dare utter a word, only curse them behind their backs.

He still had a little money on hand, but it would not last long. A mercenary's life of licking blood from the blade made it hard to save anything. If he could not find another source of income, he would have to figure out how to make some dirty money.

And it was not just those damned elves. The large number of Construct Humans and Outsiders that had recently appeared locally were equally irritating.

Construct Humans could not be poisoned or exhausted, and even if their bodies were destroyed, they would not truly die. This gave them a huge advantage when carrying out certain High-Risk Missions.

In a sense, they had nearly gained Immortality similar to that of Outsiders, though their souls could still be killed by certain high-level Magic.

In truth, during the quiet hours of the past few nights, he had considered whether he should simply transform into a Construct Human himself. But because of certain concerns, as well as his fear of and resistance to losing his own body, he had never made up his mind.

He had even specifically asked a companion who, like him, had once been a