Cordova

I'm Cordova, just your average player in Innocent World...

At least, that's how I saw myself at first. Please () check out the most complete and fastest updated novel!

Until my first time logging into the game, the very moment I took that first *@#￥% step.

I got caught in a brawl between NPCs, and then... well, there was no then. I just died.

And that was just the beginning of the nightmare...

After the hyper-realistic sensation of pain, I emerged from the darkness and found myself back among that damned cluster of doors. But it didn't matter, because only that nauseatingly virtuous door would open for me.

I got randomly assigned a new race, and after another bout of bewilderment, I logged back into the game...

A Sand Goblin. That's right, I'd become a Sand Goblin, an ugly, scrawny race with no redeeming qualities. Honestly, if the system hadn't made me the chieftain of my tribe right off the bat, I probably would have just deleted the character.

But everything that happened next made me realize I really should have deleted that character!

The tutorial quest had me lead my tribe in cooperation with some shady character on a so-called extremely safe, guaranteed robbery with an exceptionally generous reward. So I believed it.

And then...

Sorry, there was no then. All I remember is leading my tribe out of the grove of trees when a Lizardfolk riding a lizard charged towards us.

"Eat my big Idari Firearm!"

That sentence, and the 'bang' that followed, marked the end of my second gaming experience.

What the hell was that supposed to be!?

I was shocked, but not deterred. After all, I didn't like the Sand Goblin race, so if I could start over from the beginning, I could accept it.

So I began my third journey, not aiming for the stars, just hoping to survive...

Luckily, this time I was randomly assigned a human. Great, I like humans.

Also, I noticed that I had a new talent when I created this character, but I'm too embarrassed to talk about it for now...

The people around me were friendly and kind, and the tutorial quest was just a simple task like working at the blacksmith's shop. At the time, I naively thought I was finally on the right track, but I never imagined...

Just half an hour later, the nightmare descended. It seemed a riot had broken out at some noble's party, and people started fleeing from the city center into the street I was on, while a chorus of wails echoed from the distance.

I hid in an oak barrel in front of a nearby tavern, shivering for almost an hour, until my stamina was completely depleted. But the tragedy outside still hadn't ended.

After a while, I heard a chilling voice nearby.

"Hiding pretty well..."

And then...

You know how it goes. I was sent back to that damned cluster of doors again, and pushed open the virtuous one.

Honestly, even I don't know why I didn't just flip the lid and smash the gaming pod my dad gave me as a birthday present!

But this time I survived... God knows why I'm saying that. Anyway, the day passed without incident. I completed the tutorial quest, joined a militia, and successfully survived until the end of the game's day.

That afternoon, in the spirit of public service, I even posted a thread on the forum about my interpretation of Innocent World's death penalty, and it was a hit!

I have to say, even though this game abused me for half the night, I still felt like I loved it deeply.

But the good times didn't last...

Two days later, now with some strength, I went on a patrol mission with my teammates. According to the captain, we were just taking a stroll outside the city. But we ended up running into the enemy when we strolled a little too far south!

Two dozen fully armed Orc soldiers!

We put up a desperate fight, and they paid a heavy price. It took them almost an hour to wipe us out. Well, time is life, and we wasted a lot of theirs.

That's what I told myself as I was being hammered by a muscle-bound brute...

Then reinforcements arrived, but by then I had at least seventeen or eighteen stacks of the bleeding buff. I was beyond saving. A priest, whose face I couldn't quite make out, threw some kind of healing spell at me, but all it did was prolong my suffering.

"Garbage game, terrible experience!"

I left those as my last words, and then rage-quit the game the moment I died.

I couldn't take it anymore!!

I didn't log back into the game for an entire day...

But people are pathetic. After some thought, I decided to give this garbage game one last chance!

The last one!!

Ignoring the two new awful talents that had appeared, I started my fifth life in Innocent World. Then, during the tutorial quest, I ran into a lunatic who caused a huge mess, and I died again...

I was desperate. I wanted to quit. Couldn't I just quit!?

Firmly resolved, I posted a thread while visiting a friend – you could call it my quitting declaration – and prepared to smash the gaming pod that had been specially air-freighted over as soon as I got back to the hotel that night.

But...

I received countless messages of support and encouragement in just half a day, especially a reply about 'heaven entrusting a great mission to me', which brought tears to my eyes.

Okay, one last time! I swear, this is absolutely the last time!

Nervously, I climbed back into the gaming pod that night, trembling...

I never expected my luck to turn around!

After that system prompt that read

[You have fulfilled the hidden condition, successfully and passively dying five times in a short period, triggering a special plot]

, I glanced at my quest log...

Talk about OP! In that moment, I felt invincible!

But... wait... why can't I move!?

And why is that goblin in front of me, shaking its head and lamenting 'Another failure,' walking toward me with a chainsaw? What does it want!?

Anka Market, Innocent World, noon

Mo Tan was offline, and his expression was quite grim...

The reason was simple. He had immediately disconnected the instant he logged in right as the servers opened, and his memory from that moment until now was completely blank. This filled him with indescribable worry, and a certain suspicion he had was becoming increasingly close to the truth...

"Well, I should hurry back..." he muttered, hoping that Jadeka and Yaya had cleaned up the mess from before, or at least made it look somewhat presentable. Otherwise, there would be big trouble when the employer returned!

Still, he first went to the market to pick up some repair materials and ingredients he had planned to buy yesterday (Jadeka had given him the money).

Although the two of them had insisted yesterday that Mo Tan should go back and relax, leaving them to clean up the mess at the farm, he remained uneasy. In the end, he agreed with them that he would bring back some materials as soon as possible today, trying to get everything cleaned up before the farmer returned.

And because of that earlier accident, time was now very tight!

As a result, Mo Tan ran into someone he absolutely didn't want to see right now while he was halfway through buying things...

"Yo! Young man!" The old Orc, who was picking things out at a stall, greeted Mo Tan with a cheerful smile. "I came back early~ I was just about to buy some gifts to take back to you guys! Oh... what are those you're carrying?"

Mo Tan: "...Nothing, nothing at all."

He could only desperately pray that those two were at least somewhat reliable, and that they could at least make some progress by the time he and the employer, who currently knew nothing, returned!

As it turns out, dreams are always beautiful, but reality is often harsh...

When the old Orc saw that her main house had been reduced to a pile of ash and the farmland was barren, she choked and passed out.

"I was wrong!" Jadeka knelt powerlessly on the ground. "It exploded twice more while we were repairing it last night... One of those times even singed Yaya's fur..."

Mo Tan stared blankly at the ruins in front of him, which had been a farm just yesterday, and his face turned pale.

One hour later, Anka Market Adventurers' Guild branch

"Anything you want to explain?" Miss Chris looked at the three guys cowering like quails in front of her with a kind smile, and asked softly, "If you do, go ahead and say it. Don't hold back."

Mo Tan: "Nothing..."

Jadeka: "Nothing..."

Yaya: "Woof..."

"Nothing, huh?" Chris pursed her lips and nodded, glancing at the old Orc's receding figure as she walked away like a broken record, then clicked her tongue at the three of them. "All the losses add up to about 100 gold coins plus three dog lives~"

Mo Tan and Jadeka didn't react much, but Yaya, who was standing in the middle, was stunned. She looked left and right, then frowned and counted her fingers. "Woof?"

She probably meant, 'Where did the three come from?'

"Um, let me pay for it," Jadeka said with a forced smile. "It's all my fault, really..."

"Shut up!!" Chris roared, and not only did Jadeka shut up, but all the other adventurers in the hall on the first floor also fell silent. Everyone looked over here in fear, their gazes toward Mo Tan and the others as if they were looking at three corpses that had already gone cold.

The young lady took a deep breath and forced a smile. "You don't have to pay for the money."

The three of them shivered immediately. Did that mean they were going to pay with their lives...?

"We really couldn't find any change for the stuff that sucker Wood Sprite gave us, so the guild will pay for it this time," Chris said calmly. "But your temporary team must accept a mission. The reward is pretty good, but there's no room for negotiation."

Jadeka sighed when he heard this. "Just tell us where you plan to send us to die..."

"I don't want you to die," Chris shook her head. "You know the Onderhill Ruins southwest of the market, right? Your mission is to go there and pick up a stone for me and bring it back. The deadline is thirty days."

Mo Tan was stunned. "What stone?"

"I don't care what stone you pick up," Chris said quietly. "But you must come back to report on the last day of the mission. You can be late, but not a day early!"

Jadeka was also confused. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is!" Chris stood up suddenly, her hand flashing with bright lightning, and pointed at the three of them, shouting, "I don't want to see you guys for a while, so get as far away as possible! Don't show your faces in front of me for a month, and disappear quickly! Now! Immediately! NOW!!!"

Then the three of them scrambled out of the Adventurers' Guild...

"Well..." Jadeka shrugged at the two of them. "It's a rare opportunity. Should we hit the road?"

Yaya lowered her head and mumbled, indicating that she had no objections.

"You guys go first," Mo Tan shook his head. "I promised a friend I'd wait for him here, so it's not convenient for me to leave for the next couple of days, and..."

He paused. "I want to go back to that farm and help out, if they don't kick me out."

The two of them were stunned. Yaya immediately grabbed Mo Tan's clothes, but after a while, she let go gently and said in a low voice, "Tank oo... fur oo... sins."

Jadeka also sighed and patted Mo Tan on the shoulder. "We'll do as you say. We both owe you one."

For some reason, these words, which carried great weight among adventurers and mercenaries, sounded unreliable to Mo Tan at this moment...

In the end, the three of them agreed on a meeting time and parted ways at the south gate of Anka Market. Jadeka took Yaya and set off for the Onderhill Ruins, while Mo Tan headed for the farm, which now had basically nothing left.

Half an hour later...

"Hey there, old-timer~" Mo Tan greeted the old Orc in front of him, who was staring blankly. "I'm here to help you out. The Adventurers' Guild will send someone to give you compensation soon. I'd like to stay here for a bit and lend a hand."

It took the old Orc a while to react, but he snapped out of it with a jolt, immediately taking several steps back and waving his hands frantically. "You're my benefactor! Please, I beg you, have mercy!"

With that, he passed out again with a 'thud' sound...

Mo Tan: "..."

After a long while, the old Orc finally recovered, slowly sitting up and looking at Mo Tan suspiciously. "You... are you really trying to help?"

For some reason, he felt that this young man was telling the truth, and after calming down, he also remembered that the previous tragedy didn't seem to be caused by this young man. Those two Demon Lord-like scourges didn't seem to be here.

"I promise!" Without saying a word, Mo Tan immediately picked up some of the materials piled nearby (bought at noon) and went to the ruins (...) of the main house, quickly getting to work.

The old Orc looked at his busy figure, a hint of relief appearing on his lips, feeling that the world might not be so full of malice after all.

Little did he know that a poor wretch who had been screwed over by the world countless times was getting closer and closer to this place...

Time quietly passed by like this...

The bright moon silently rose, replacing the sun with the surrounding stars, shining on every piece of land in Innocent World...

The farm was coated with a layer of silver sand, and the old Orc had unknowingly leaned against half a fence and dozed off.

Not far away, the prototype of the main house had gradually begun to take shape under Mo Tan's unremitting efforts.

However, at this moment...

A faint, approaching, whistling... scream reached Mo Tan's ears...

He put down the wooden planks and tools in his hand, and subconsciously looked up.

He saw a figure whistling down... crashing down... at an extremely terrifying speed...

The sound was getting louder and louder~

"D*mn it~ What a f*cking ripoff~~~~~!"

Chapter 47: End