Saturday, May 31, 2025

[WN] Hidden Reincarnated Hero : Chapter 8


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008 First Dungeon

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Translator : PolterGlast


On my fourth day after being reincarnated, I became an explorer. At the Explorer's Guild, I registered my name and they checked my record card.

I hadn't expected them to be able to extract a record card from a living person, so when they said they were checking it, I just said yes.

I had been told beforehand that Level 1 Villager was unusual, so I had changed to Traveler. There's no problem being Level 1 as a Traveler.

I planned to change my job to Villager when entering the dungeon, but outside the dungeon, I'd be a Traveler.

 

When the staff chanted, "Show forth his karma into the light of day," my record card emerged from my chest. The staff member checked it and returned it to me.

The returned record card listed my name, gender, age, job, skills, and criminal history. Of course, there was no criminal history.

 

It just hit me, but my name was Toi. Since it was Toi on my status screen too, I felt that I was truly going to live in this world as Toi.

Only Strong Legs was listed as a skill. Just the Traveler skill. Why aren't unique skills listed as skills?

 

Anneliese said that the skills I'm born with are unique skills. Since they're innate, they're more powerful than normal skills. Since they're not normal skills, they moved out of the skill slot and became unique skills. That's why they're not listed under skills. I'll just think of it that way.

But I don't have any combat skills. It's convenient, but a little disappointing.

 

Speaking of which, I had those bandit record cards, didn't I? Golteo-san told me they could be exchanged for money at the government office, but I completely forgot.

 

"Do dead people's record cards stay forever, without disappearing?"

I asked Anneliese.

 

"Record cards of the deceased naturally disappear after one year."

I didn't need to cash them in immediately, but if I forgot, I wouldn't be able to. It was too late in the day to enter the dungeon today. I decided to go to the government office to cash them in and then head back to the inn.

 

"What about this?"

I showed her my record card.

"Living people's cards disappear immediately, so even if it's stolen, there's no problem."

It seems they disappear naturally and can be re-generated. How convenient.

 

I didn't forget to buy the dungeon booklet. It contained information on monsters from the 1st to 5th floors and a simple map.

Looking at the map, I was confused for a moment, but then I realized it was a map showing the route to the boss room. I seriously doubted if you could even call this a map.

 

I entered the guild's cafeteria. I was thirsty and wanted to order a drink, but the menu only had three options: ale, wine, and water.

 

I ordered water, and Anneliese ordered wine. The master gets water, but the slave drinks wine—how absurd...

 

"I was surprised that they charged money for water, but it's annoying that it's lukewarm even though they charge for it."

"There's no one in the guild's tavern who drinks water. If you want cold water, shall I fetch some from the well?"

"...No, it's fine."

Making an old woman work like that is a no-go for me.

 

And about this being a tavern. I mean, tough men were heartily gnawing on bone-in meat—I don't know what kind of meat it was—and drinking alcohol. But you'd think it was a cafeteria, right?

While I drank lukewarm water in the tavern, my record card naturally disappeared in about 10 minutes. It was a strange phenomenon, something that made me truly feel I was in another world.

 

 

 

At the government office, where Anneliese guided me, my record card was also checked. Since I had no criminal history, there was no problem at all.

While waiting at the government office, I read the dungeon booklet. It's still a mystery to me, but I can read the writing of this world.

After reading the booklet, the processing was complete, and I received the money. The booklet was a good way to pass the time.

 

I received the money, but I only got 70,000 Grill. No, that's 700,000 yen, so maybe it's a decent amount, but it feels small as the price for five lives.

Instead of 10,000 Grill per person, the small fry was 5,000 Grill each, and the bandit leader was 50,000 Grill.

 

 

 

On the morning of my fifth day reincarnated, we headed to the dungeon.

Last night, I let Anneliese use the bed again. I couldn't tell an old lady to sleep on the floor. I thought about asking for a bigger room, but sleeping on the floor isn't a hardship for me, so it'll be fine as is.

The problem is that the season is shifting from late autumn to winter. If sleeping on the floor gets too cold later, I'll reconsider.

 

The dungeon is slightly outside of town, in a small forest. A sudden black vortex appears in the middle of the forest. Or rather, a gaping hole in space.

 

Around it, stalls were set up among the trees. There were also many armed people, presumably explorers.

Among those explorers were people with the Villager job. Quite a large number. They must be entering the dungeon as Villagers to meet the job change conditions for Swordsman or other jobs.

 

I had been checking Villager levels since yesterday, and some people were even around Level 15. This was from checking not just explorers but also people in town.

It seems it's true that you gain experience and level up no matter what you do.

 

The Villager explorers carry either swords or spears. There are no bows. It's a choice between swords or spears.

Of course, there are no mages either. That's natural for Villagers.

"Why don't they carry bows?"

Even if magic is impossible, bows should allow for long-range attacks.

 

"Bows use arrows as consumables, which cost more money than swords or spears, so no one wants to use them."

So it's a financial matter.

 

"Don't parties buy arrows together?"

"They usually don't."

If it's an individual burden, the cost increases just for buying arrows. It would be fine if the reward distribution was higher to compensate, but I guess that's not the case.

 

"If a grimoire fortunately drops, who in the party gets to use it?"

"The leader or the person who has defeated the most monsters gets it, or they sell it for money."

"I understand the leader, but wouldn't it be a decrease in combat power if the person who's defeated the most monsters used it? I mean, defeating a lot of monsters means they're closer to changing to a Swordsman or Lancer job, right? Wouldn't it be more effective if such a person became a Swordsman or Lancer?"

"That kind of thinking doesn't exist. Mages are powerful, so everyone wants to become one. So, the person with the highest contribution gets it."

"Hmm. That's inefficient."

"..."

I think it's inefficient, but maybe that's how it is when people's lives are on the line.

 

While talking, I bought a grilled pond squid at a stall. I bought one for Anneliese too, but I'm worried she might choke on it since it's chewy. Can she even bite through it?

 

"I think the tentacles of pond squid are more delicious."

She's probably prompting me to buy tentacles too.

The old man chuckled, but he stared at me because it was good for business.

 

"...I'll have two tentacles."

"Alright!"

The old man replied with a bright smile.

 

Anneliese's teeth seemed to be still strong, as she quickly devoured the grilled pond squid and grilled tentacles.

I hadn't even finished my grilled squid yet. Anneliese's gaze was fixed on the grilled tentacles I held.

 

"You can have it."

"Without hesitation."

Where does Anneliese's appetite come from? Her movements are much slower than mine, so she shouldn't be using that much energy.

Even for breakfast, Anneliese ate her share and half of mine, which is truly perplexing.

 

Following a party of five Villagers, Anneliese and I also entered the dungeon.

Everyone else was entering, so I followed, but if no one else were there, I wouldn't have thought of entering such an eerie hole.

 

I felt nothing, and in an instant, I was inside the dungeon. It was a stone floor, stone walls, and a stone ceiling. Even without fluorescent lights or torches, there was a dim light.

"The inside of the dungeon is artificially constructed, huh."

"One theory says that a Demon Lord created the dungeon and is spawning monsters."

"Demon Lord..."

It's a cliché word in otherworld stories, but there's a Demon Lord in this world too. No, she said it was just a theory. They don't say there is one.

 

As I walked, I asked Anneliese about the Demon Lord.

No one apparently knows the Demon Lord's true identity. No one has ever met them.

 

"If no one has ever met the Demon Lord, how can you say there is one?"

"It's been said that way since ancient times."

It's like they created a non-existent entity called a Demon Lord through a pile of superstitions and misunderstandings.

 

Maybe there really is one, but I'm voting for no. I'd prefer to avoid a Demon Lord event if possible. I hope this doesn't become a flag for it...

 

Well, this isn't idle talk, but let's use my hands rather than just talking. No, first, my feet.

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[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 18


Chapter 18

(Kyle Calendar Year 502: Age 9)

Bloodstained Earth : Solis Archers


Translator : PolterGlast


There was a reason why Dalek went to war for the first time and achieved such military success.

Going back a few months...

 

That day as well, Dalek, Takuhir, and Anne were practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard of the baronial mansion.

 

Dalek's swordsmanship had improved, and he had advanced to the rank of [Master].

Takuhir, however, remained at [Trainee]...

Therefore, Anne, who had also advanced to the rank of [Master], was primarily the one sparring with Dalek.

 

"Haa, my magic... it's really useless, isn't it?"

 

After the training ended, Dalek grumbled with a sigh.

 

"Light isn't even useful for attacking. At best, it's only good for a momentary flash, and as someone training in swordsmanship, that's...

Even if I shoot light at an opponent, it doesn't do any damage..."

 

Dalek seemed troubled by his own light magic.

 

"Brother, wait a minute! You can shoot light?"

 

"Yeah, just shoot it. Like this..."

 

As Dalek said this, he created a dazzling ball of light a little in front of him, and the surroundings were instantly enveloped in a blindingly bright light.

 

"That's amazing! Let's talk to Weiss-san about it tomorrow!"

 

Dalek, not understanding why his younger brother was so happy, decided to listen to what his brother said with a mixture of doubt and anticipation.

 

The next day, they told their father,

 

"We're going to consult with Weiss-san about utilizing my brother's unique magic."

 

After conveying this, they headed to their usual training.

 

"Today, I wanted to hear Weiss-san's opinion..."

 

Takuhir immediately told Commander Weiss his idea.

 

Then, in front of Commander Weiss, Dalek activated his light magic and shot it towards the target arrows placed in front of them.

The entire area around where the targets were set was engulfed in a dazzling light.

 

"Hoh..."

 

Takuhir elaborated to Commander Weiss, who muttered briefly as if in thought.

 

"What would happen if you released this in front of a charging horse?"

 

"Wh-what?!"

 

Commander Weiss was surprised for a moment, then his expression turned fearless.

 

"...I believe Dalek-sama's light magic could become an incredible weapon strategically!"

 

"That's right, Brother. Your magic is an amazing magic skill that can change the tide of battle."

 

From that day on, Dalek underwent intense daily training to be able to shoot light further and to the desired location.

 

In this world, mages are rare and precious.

 

Even more so, it was almost unheard of to bring mages, who were often of high status to begin with, to the battlefield.

It was no exaggeration to say that no noble would even consider exposing them to the front lines of charging cavalry.

 

Those who could use magic through unique skills like Dalek were usually the heads of noble families or members of their direct lineage.

Except for some nobles in the frontier, it was almost unheard of for people of such status to appear on the front lines.

 

Therefore, mages rarely played an active role on the battlefield, with a few exceptions.

As a result, such tactics were almost never employed.

 

That's what Takuhir thought.

 

A surprise attack is enough.

 

There won't be a second time if they are wary, but once is enough.

He was convinced that even in the Griffonia Empire, where mages were scarce, they wouldn't even think of such countermeasures.

 

When the expedition was decided, their parents initially strongly opposed Dalek's first battle.

 

"It's still too early!"

 

That was the reason.

 

Commander Weiss, who was present, also supported their argument.

He patiently explained that Dalek was absolutely necessary against the enemy's Iron Cavalry and the usefulness of his light magic.

He also presented the tactics he himself had devised.

 

As a result, Commander Weiss's tactics were deemed extremely effective for this battle, and the Baron reluctantly agreed.

His mother, Chris, was against it the whole time... but in the end, she gave in to her son's sincere wishes.

 

Due to these circumstances, Dalek went to war for the first time earlier than in the [previous history] Takuhir knew and was accompanying the Solis Barony army in this battle.

 

 

~On a small hill~

 

"Alright then, let's make our first move. Number two on the right."

 

"All units, prepare for long-range suppressive fire! Number two on the right! Fire on my command! Immediately reload after firing. Prepare for continuous fire!"

 

Father's command echoed out along with Commander Weiss's signal.

 

All 400 soldiers held their Estol Bows diagonally.

The targets had been pre-sighted by each soldier for their assigned area, with each area numbered, which the soldiers understood instantly.

 

In the battlefield where men and horses were entangled in a scene of hell, a sudden rain of 400 arrows poured down on the Iron Cavalry, who had stopped their charge and were standing dumbfounded.

 

The high-powered arrows pierced through armor and struck down the Iron Cavalry.

 

Some were shot off their horses. Others fell from their horses as the mounts, struck by arrows, reared up wildly.

The Iron Cavalry was once again thrown into chaos.

 

"Arrows! At this distance? What is this power?!"

 

From above the bewildered Iron Cavalry, another volley of arrows rained down.

 

"While being wary of enemy arrows, retreat to outside their range at once!"

 

Having originally intended to trample and devour the enemy, they were now receiving such a one-sided attack that the damage could no longer be ignored.

 

However, even if they tried to move out of the range of the arrows, the fallen men and horses were obstructing their movement.

They had become perfect targets.

 

By the time they hurriedly escaped from the firing range, they had been subjected to a total of 1,200 arrows.

 

Among the Iron Cavalry, the number of those still capable of fighting was already less than 1,000.

 

"Are we just going to retreat in disgrace like this?!"

 

Even those who shouted this had suffered multiple arrow wounds.

 

"The enemy is only 600! Kill all those who are firing those accursed arrows!"

 

A figure who seemed to be the commander of the Goth Iron Cavalry, having finally moved out of range and regained control, shouted.

 

Even with reduced numbers, they could still sufficiently trample an opponent of about 600 men.

If they were to continue being attacked unilaterally like this, they couldn't just retreat in disgrace.

 

They intended to at least crush the enemy's far right wing and vent their frustration.

 

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~On a small hill~

 

"The enemy has reorganized and seems to be coming towards us."

 

"Then let's treat them to a three-volley attack."

 

"Everyone! To your designated combinations! Prepare for three-volley fire!"

 

As proposed by Commander Weiss, when Father's instructions were given, the soldiers of the Solis Barony army formed groups of three and lined up.

 

"Each of you, aim for the leading group! Ready!

...Fire!"

 

"Continue with the second volley! Ready!

...Fire!"

 

"Third volley! Ready!

...Fire!"

 

Forming groups of three, the one among them with the best shooting skills used three Estol Bows under the command of the Solis Baron, firing arrows one after another.

 

In the meantime, the remaining two drew their bowstrings, loaded arrows, and prepared.

Over 100 arrows attacked the Goth Iron Cavalry, which was charging towards the hill, in a continuous barrage.

The shooter's accurate aim and the unexpected power of the arrows shot them down one after another.

 

"This speed, this power, it's impossible!"

 

The commander of the Goth Iron Cavalry, who had just ordered the charge, muttered with a face full of bitterness.

Several arrows had already pierced his own body and his beloved horse, and they were still whittling away at their lives.

 

"The enemy's hill is right in front of us! Muster all your strength! It's time to avenge our fallen comrades!"

 

Having finally approached the enemy's camp, the commander of the Iron Cavalry encouraged his men.

The number of allied cavalrymen accompanying him had already decreased to about 600.

 

 

"Then, it's about time for us to sortie."

 

"Commander, I'm counting on you!"

 

Commander Weiss, after exchanging a brief greeting with the Solis Baron, mounted his horse.

 

"Mount up! Reloading personnel, switch with Baron Cornell's soldiers!"

 

The Solis Baron's command rang out.

 

As 200 cavalrymen mounted their horses, the soldiers who had been working in groups of three changed their formation.

Everyone except the cavalry carried an Estol Bow, and behind them were Baron Cornell's soldiers as loaders.

 

200 shooters and 200 loaders, operating 400 Estol Bows.

 

"Each unit, begin free volley fire! Shoot down as many as you can!"

 

Seeing the opportune moment, the Solis Baron issued the firing order.

 

Around the hill where the enemy's Iron Cavalry had finally arrived with great difficulty, trenches to prevent cavalry intrusion had been set up everywhere.

 

The moment their horses lost their footing and stopped, 200 arrows rained down in continuous, accurate fire.

The knights of the Iron Cavalry fell from their horses one after another due to the powerful and continuous accurate fire.

 

Many were pierced through their entire bodies by arrows and died.

 

Some, severely wounded, turned their horses to retreat, only to be shot in the back and fall.

Not a single one reached the enemy's camp on the hill and crossed blades.

 

"Solis Cavalry, we will now strike the enemy's rear! Follow me!"

 

At Commander Weiss's command, the 200-strong cavalry unit galloped down the side of the hill. By this time, the Goth Iron Cavalry had been reduced to fewer than 400 riders.

 

Normally, 200 cavalrymen would not have been enough to stand against 400 Iron Cavalry.

However, the Iron Cavalry was being pursued by arrows from the hill, many were heavily wounded, and they could not exert their full strength.

 

In addition, Commander Weiss skillfully maneuvered his horse to cut off the enemy's retreat while being careful not to obstruct the line of fire of his allies.

 

Having their retreat cut off broke their morale.

The commander of the Iron Cavalry, who had been encouraging and urging his men to the end, had fallen to the ground due to the accurate sniping of the archers.

 

A flock of sheep led by a lion is superior to a flock of lions led by a sheep.

This proverb, used by past conquerors, emperors, and in fictional war chronicles, was reproduced here.

 

Originally, the hastily formed Solis Barony cavalry should not have been a match for the Iron Cavalry in individual combat strength.

Yet, they bewildered the enemy everywhere, whittling away at their forces.

 

When the unit of the Iron Cavalry that had been resisting as a group until the end collapsed, the members of the Goth Iron Cavalry gave up their attack and turned their horses around.

 

Then, they broke ranks and fled from the corner of the encirclement that Commander Weiss had deliberately left open.

 

On this day, the Iron Cavalry, the pride of Goth Margrave, suffered great losses, losing nearly 90% of their forces... and was annihilated.

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