Still grumbling, Simon led Lewis into the woods. Despite being in the world for around a month, he was still in the F rank. Knowing that it was partially his fault for slowing his pace, Simon led him into the woods.
Slung unto his shoulders was a crossbow, attached with a weird device called a 'scope'. What the fuck!? How on Earadun can he get the so-called 'Innate' ability!? I have the bloody same type of skill, yet all I get is just one cruddy hammer!? Oh Illumia, where has your providence gone...
He remembers the status screen shown yesterday, as soon as Lewis advanced to tier 1 Mechanical Engineer:
Name: Lewis Brown
Age: 25
Strength: 15
Agility: 15
Intelligence: 18
Mana: 0
Stamina: 17
Dexterity (Hidden): 20
Skill: Hands of the Broken One (Skillful Hands)
Skill Rank: Ex (F)
Innate Ability: Engineer's Inspiration (1/10)
Ability: Needlework (1/10), Tanning (1/45), Sketching (1/10)
Occupation: Mechanical Engineer
Tier: 0
What the fuck is 'Engineer's Inspiration'! That bloody ability literally gives him awesome ideas to make! If only I had that...
Drooling at the thought of what he could make, the money would make, Simon drifted to dreamland, eager to manifest this wish. Meanwhile, Lewis followed Simon, very concerned about his new friend's mental health. I'm genuinely concerned for him now. This is getting out of hand...
Just as Lewis was about to call Simon, the red-haired dwarf stopped in his tracks, lifting up a fist. "Shhhhh! Don't make noise, we've reached the territory of the slimes..."
Okay, this is getting ridiculous...
"*Haaaahhh*, Simon, aren't slimes pathetically weak. Back on Earth, we were literally told that they're the easiest shit to kill. Pow! One smack from a shovel, and they're good as dead. I can't see why-"
Just as he was talking smack about the slimes, a Quadeer emerged from the bushes, eager for some of the sweet leaves present in the surroundings. With abject horror, Lewis was forced to watch as the green slimes combined into one entity, swallowing the Quadeer whole. He watched while peeing his pants (metaphorically) as the humongous slime churned its body, rotating like a washing machine, dissolving the frantic beast bit by bit, bone by bone.
Simon turned back at him, eye raised. "Yeah, okay. Let's snipe 'em."
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Hauling a sack filled with broken cores, Simon and Lewis marched back home. "Not bad for your first hunt, eh, rookie? Come, let's take them back to the guild, their cores can be sold for a hefty sum." Gleaming ear to ear, Simon was busy counting the spoils in his mind.
One Gold shiny, two gold shiny, three-
Eyes shrinking, he dragged Lewis to the bush. "What the he-" Simon held his fingers to Lewi's lips, fear present in his eyes. "Shhhh, otherwise they might hear you!"
Turning his head, he saw what happened to scare the stoic dwarf.
A bunny wearing a bark chestplate.
"Aww, scared by a cutie little rabbit?" Simon sharply turned his head, fear ever-growing. "Wabbit, not rabbit. These bastards are one of the biggest scourges around, feared by nearly every kingdom. Even the empires must compose crusades ever so often to cull their numbers. Their SCREEECH destroys everything in sight.
Everything"
Lewis stood up, in full view of the Wabbit sentry. "Okay, how on Earth can a wabbit cause such harm? I mean, they're just a bunch of scraggly-"
"Screech! Scree, crech! (We found one boys! Fire the warmachine!)"
From behind behind the bushes, large clicking sounds can be heard. Suddenly, bursting from the bushes, a large tank-like vehicle emerged, powered by many Wabbits on wheels, manned by a Wabbit gunner
Simon cursed out loud. "Shit, you've doomed us all, you absolute moron! Prepare for battle!"
All Lewis could think of was:
Those shits have tanks!?