Precious "Backpack"

"Um... Miss Eina, is twenty thousand Valis a lot?"

Hearing the Adventurer Guild erupt in surprised exclamations, Falan scratched his head helplessly.

I should've known better than to go down to the 3rd Floor. I should've come back from the 2nd Floor.

The elf girl helplessly held her head. "The amount of Valis isn't the issue right now. What everyone cares about is that spatial storage magic of yours called 'Backpack.' Don't tell me you still don't know how valuable your magic is?"

An adventurer Falan remembered as being Level 4 spoke up from the side. "Let me give you an example. My xx Familia once went on an expedition into the Dungeon. Aside from the main party, we brought over twenty supporters with us, yet we still had to come back because we couldn't carry everything..."

At that point, the Level 4 adventurer could not continue. He was heartbroken over the losses from that expedition. In the end, because all the supporters were filled to capacity, they had to abandon some of the less valuable loot to make the return trip easier.

But that had all been money! If they had someone like Falan with spatial storage magic like 'Backpack,' their losses would not have been so great. He even suspected that the storage capacity of over twenty supporters might not compare to Falan's.

Another adventurer then said, "Little brother Falan, like xx said, your spatial storage magic is worth at least a team of twenty professional supporters. How can you say magic like that isn't precious?"

"Uh... I guess it really is pretty valuable?"

After hearing the adventurers' discussion, Falan began to gain a vague understanding of his own magic.

He had to admit that, to people in this world, 'Backpack' might truly be a bug.

So [Life Magic] was probably the golden finger he had received upon coming to this world.

Falan could not help being glad that he had only revealed Backpack's spatial storage ability.

Otherwise, if he revealed that his [Life Magic] had four separate abilities—

He had no idea what kind of future awaited him. Don't tell me I'll get captured and dissected for research even in a Western fantasy world?

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse. Otherwise, little brother Falan won't be able to get home."

As Eina began shooing people away, the crowd in the Adventurer Guild quickly dispersed.

After all, although they were customers resting here or handling business, no one wanted to provoke an Adventurer Guild employee for no reason.

"Little brother Falan, here are your 20,250 Valis. Keep them safe. As for your magic..." Eina developed a headache as she spoke. As an official advisor of the Adventurer Guild, this was the first time she had encountered a client with such unusual magic.

"Forget it. I'll report this first. For the time being, you should go back to your Familia and stay there. Otherwise, it's hard to say what you might encounter in the Dungeon. For example, someone might capture you and force you to become a 'supporter.'"

That was the better possibility. Eina did not mention the worse one. After all, the Evils Familias had only been destroyed two or three years ago. If their remnants learned of this spatial storage magic, death might be the best outcome.

After leaving the Adventurer Guild, Falan naturally took Eina's warning to heart.

At the same time, he regretted showing off so carelessly. Now he had brought trouble upon himself instead.

He could no longer visit the Golden Ring as he had planned.

He was afraid his "spatial storage magic" would bring trouble to the people at the Golden Ring.

After all, he was already an adventurer, but the people at the Golden Ring were not!

Golden Ring trio: We're not just adventurers—we're a Familia too.

Falan: I stayed at the Golden Ring for three years. If you never said anything, how was I supposed to know?

As for the Dungeon? He truly could not go there again.

What if someone controlled him and made him into a supporter—a "free Backpack"?

No one would want to be treated as free labor, much less Falan.

After hanging up the longsword that had suffered some damage in today's battle in his Recover slot for repairs,

he immediately headed back to the Soma Familia. The news had only just spread.

As long as he returned quickly enough, even if certain people got wind of it, they would not be able to catch him.

Falan hurried along cautiously and finally returned safely to the Soma Familia residence.

But when he saw everyone inside sprawled out drunk once again, he could not help feeling helpless.

"Miss Eina told me to hurry back to my Familia for my safety, right?"

A suspicious thought surfaced in Falan's mind, but he quickly shook his head.

After all, Eina represented the Adventurer Guild. She had no reason to do such a thing.

"She probably never imagined the Soma Familia had already become this terrible."

In Falan's view, these adventurers lying drunk everywhere would not only offer him no help in terms of safety,

but might even fail to tell who was coming and let strangers in because they were in such a state, leaving Falan exposed to danger. They did not even care about a newcomer like Falan, much less anyone else.

A bunch of drunks who only knew how to drink—even if they were adventurers, what kind of vigilance could they possibly provide?

In Falan's eyes, even a dog would probably be more useful than them.

These Soma Familia members would not only provide him with no assistance,

but might instead become a gap in his defenses. Falan suddenly regretted it.

Why had he joined the Soma Familia of all Familias?

With members who had absolutely no defensive measures, even if the entire Familia were wiped out someday, they probably would not even know why.