God Bought My Bad Character and Gave Me a Blessing

Chapter 20 Waiting time

I passed the time on a bench in Hibiya Park, drinking a can of beer.

Apparently, the flowers in the park were in full bloom, and there were many couples around, even on a weekday. I felt out of place, my breath reeked of alcohol.

The reason I was here was because the headquarters of the Japanese Explorer’s Association was located nearby.

The skill orb dropped by the High Goblin, the boss of the fifth floor, seemed to be quite rare, as there was no information about it on the Association’s website.

The type of skill orb can be identified by the color and the letters floating on the orb, but I couldn’t apply this method to the skill orb I obtained. I thought about uploading images of the skill orb to the bulletin board and asking for information, but the information gathered from this is not always accurate.

Unfortunately, in this fantasy world, there is no convenient way to see your skills status. Even if you use a rare skill orb to learn a skill, you can’t use it if you don’t know what skill it is. This is because in order to use a skill, you need to be aware of the skill.

And there was only one way to solve this problem: I needed to have the skill orb appraised with the Appraisal skill. This service was provided by the Association.

The target of appraisals is not limited to skill orbs, but also a wide range of weapons, armor, and other items whose usage is unknown. Since the number of people with an appraisal skill is limited, people like me needing their services need to wait a while for an appraisal.

“But it’s slow. Too slow.”

When the appraisal was completed, I was supposed to get a notification from my explorer app, but it hadn’t come in yet. I waited for almost an hour.

I let out a sigh and looked around, realizing something was strange.

What’s strange was that right next to me was a girl, or should I say a girl with a large scythe who looked like the Grim Reaper.

When I looked at her, our eyes met.

I turned away and looked again, but our eyes still met.

I was definitely being watched.

I waved my hand.

The girl swung back her scythe in response.

I waved my hand again.

The scythe was also waved again.

I’m an adult. It wouldn’t have been weird for me to talk to her.