LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 20: Upgrades And New Clothes
The event that just happened reached its end. Quagmire finally breathed a sigh of relief as he brought his pistol and rifle back to his spatial inventory. He brought his hand and stared at it; it was dirty. Even his body was filled with dirt and grime; even a little blood was splattered all over it.
Throwing a glance at the dead giant, he cringed at the thought of a living being as big as that, having so many limbs that could automatically detect danger and make amends for it. It's like having a built-in automated defense system, which is a very terrifying thing to think about.
With that in mind, he pushed it back, as he needed to look at the notifications. He pulled up the notification bar with the icon of a mail and viewed the messages.
[Five Lower Rank Ghouls Were Slain. Granting Five Hundred Coins. A Hundred Each Kill]
[A Lower Rank Fat Man Was Slain, Granting Five Hundred Coins]
[A Total Of A Thousand Gold Coins Was Granted]
Upon seeing the contents of the message, he was extremely delighted that he earned money just by doing that, and also the fact that his theory was confirmed: any living being he could kill and would earn money. It's just that he needs to try it on the sentient civilization that lives in this world to finally put the theory into further confirmation.
He closed the notification bar, and pulled up his spatial inventory, to confirm the rewards. Now, from having two thousand five hundred gold coins left, he now have three thousand six hundred gold coins. Which is not a lot, now that he considers the method he needs to earn money.
Unfortunately, his current problem is the fact that his firearms are too loud, so he decided to check the upgrade shop to find something that could silence his firearms or suppress it.
After all, the system had already shown much more advanced stuff than this, meaning a simple silencer or suppressor could have existed. Upon pulling up the upgrade shop or center, which sounds much better, he was extremely delighted by the myriad amount of technology. Unfortunately, he does not have much funds, as some cost millions of gold to billions and trillions of gold coins, such as the hardship of an economy.
He moved the view where the attachments were placed and saw the place where the silencers were. He clicked the first version; it cost a thousand gold coins for the pistol and another hundred for the rifle. There is also a variable silencer, where you could adjust the silencer to fit any firearm, just not a shotgun.
It made more sense to choose the variable one, so he bought it and was immediately placed in his supplies store. Unfortunately, he felt that the first version was not enough, and brought up its next form. The M2 Silencer, or the version, is much more updated than the M1 Silencer.
It costs him two thousand gold coins, and he bought it almost immediately; getting a silencer is much more needed than having to fight dozens of ghouls. After all, he only encountered six ghouls; one was a fat man, as the system called it. What if he encountered dozens, if not hundreds, of Fatman? Or worse a thousand ghouls? After all, the sound of a gunshot could travel up to a few kilometers, worse, more if the condition was right.
With those upgrades, he brought up the supplies store and saw that it cost five hundred gold for the M2 Silencer, and for the M1 Silencer, it was one hundred fifty. The difference was shocking, but he needed it; the silencer was also more expensive than the firearms. Maybe the first versions were to help him? He does not know; what he knows is that everything would get much more expensive, as he saw that there are items in the upgrade store that require trillions of gold.
How many must he kill to earn a trillion? Maybe there are higher-rank ghouls, as a lower-rank Fatman gave him five hundred. Then that means things would become harder and more difficult as the level rises. The thought of it gives him chills. Fortunately, by that time, he would have an army.
After purchasing the M2 Silencer, it appeared on his spatial inventory, but he did not bring it out, as he had already put his firearms in the inventory. Now he has a measly hundred gold coins. Unless he missed all the shots, he was going to fire. Then that meant he was not fit for this. Otherwise, he should be all right for the time being.
Pushing back all the other thoughts that do not need much significance, he looked over his grimy and bloody body. It was disgusting, the smell was awful, and the dirt could give him an infection. His poor Excalibur is out exposed in the air; his poor family jewel has dirt on it; it might give him disease of any sort.
With that in mind, he hurriedly moved onto the riverbank. He glanced further beyond the water, trying to see if there were more of those algae or so. Upon seeing that there was not any, he calmly dipped his toes and eventually submerged himself. He felt refreshed and relieved as the cold water flowed around his body, washing all the dirty stuff away.
He cleansed his body, and when he was done, he moved out of the water and into the land. After which he brought his clothes, but first he moved away from the area where he fought earlier, as the stench was too much, and there might be more ghouls coming in, something he does not want to fight once again, as he just took a bath.
With the clothes neatly lined up in front of him, he saw that his body was wet, and he did not have a towel, something he forgot to add. Well, he made it with the mind of a soldier going into the open battlefield. Such luxuries were a rarity. Nevertheless, with only one hundred gold, he cannot buy new clothes, but he made sure to add edit it and add a towel.
Thus, he finally begun to wear his new uniform