I Reject Quests

Klofar Residence.

"You sure you don't want me to stay at your place?" Svety was worried about Rewen when the latter recounted the details of the fight.

Rewen waved his hands and got out of the car. "It's fine. I'll call you if something's up." 

As he entered his house, Svety kept staring at his back. 'I have taken this too lightly. This is not only his fight but also my own. I have to do everything I can!' She changed her gears and left.

*Ding*

Rewen rang the doorbell and was about to press it another time when the door sprang open.

In front of Rewen appeared a dark-haired young woman wearing a light T-shirt and shorts with her hair wet. It was naturally Denny.

"How… how are you? Come in." Denny had a lot of things in mind but couldn't phrase it very well. Her gaze went from his face to his toes. "Why-"

"Let me take a shower first. I'll explain everything." Rewen interrupted her. After a heavy physical and mental exertion, he couldn't bother to have QnA. Without saying anything more, he walked towards the bathroom.

Cold water fell on his red hair. His face was grim. 'I can't continue like this. I have to get stronger. I thought I could be counted as someone fairly strong. Only today I'm nearly not as strong as the enemies I fought. The only way I won is through underhanded methods. If the enemies next time are too strong, my underhanded methods won't work. In front of absolute strength, everything is useless.'

He didn't feel a speck of joy or pride by defeating the cannibals.

"Killing isn't fun." He blurted out subconsciously.

***

"Explain." Denny sat opposite to Rewen. 

"Before that, give me one." Rewen noticed two packs of chips near her.

Denny tossed one of the packs to him without a word.

"Alright, thanks. Where should I start?"

"From the beginning."

"Do you remember the night before the 1st April?"

"You didn't come home that night."

"Yes. That night, I encountered a horny b*tch."

"What?" 

"She was probably drugged with aphrodisiac. She tried to pounce on me but I ran away. Are all women this shameless nowadays?"

Denny rolled her eyes. How was she supposed to answer this? 

"What's this got to do with what was said in the letter?"

"Do you remember I took a leave?"

Denny nodded her head.

"I got involved with a strange company or organization."

"I heard it."

"From whom?"

"Oh she didn't tell you. I visited the Area and conversed with Svety."

"Through messaging, right?"

"Yes."

"So yeah, that's the whole matter. Don't ask why I did certain things because I can't answer. The matter with the girl I met that night is one of them."

Denny went silent.

After a while, she raised her head. "Why did you decide to tell me? Do you want me to inform this incident to your parents?"

Rewen nodded while eating chips. "That's right."

"What about the risk? Did you forget about it?" Denny felt that his cousin's decision was very reckless. 'I'm also in potential danger of this.' At the same time, she also felt ashamed because of her thoughts. 'He is putting his life on the line to save countless. If he wanted, he could have fled. But he didn't. Even if this was brought up by himself, he is taking responsibility while I couldn't get past the thoughts to save myself.'

Rewen chuckled. "Do you really believe that there is an explosive inside Svety that can destroy the city? This isn't a video game. Try being more realistic."

Denny had this suspicion for a while but never voiced it out because she didn't dare to be careless. "How can you be so sure? From what I have heard, the organization is not small and even has something called "quasi country-level squads". How can you ignore something this important!? Besides, if you really believed what you are saying, why the heck did you even go to fight today?"

"I said there is most definitely not an explosive that can destroy the city but I didn't say there isn't an explosive inside Svety."

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm fifty percent certain that there exists an explosive inside Svety that can only kill her."

"Where did you get the numbers? Not to mention, fifty percent is really low."

"Oh? Would you be glad if I said that there doesn't exist an explosive that could destroy the entire Travil Town?"

"Have you gone mad? There obviously exists explosives that could destroy cities."

"Have you seen them?"

"I did."

"Can you describe their appearance for me?"

"There are various shapes. The most dangerous and wide-ranged explosive is M-0124. It is a cylinder with a diameter of 35 centimeters and a… height... of two meters…" Denny stopped speaking.

"You get what I'm trying to say?"

Denny quietly nodded.

"The only explosives I could find that fits her belly are ZETA and ON-09. Of course, there is also the possibility that the explosive inside her could have been made by the organization itself. Yes, the FUHW (Federal Union of Hard Weaponry) only allows licensed companies to build explosives and other ammunition but what if the organization has some connection with one of the licensed companies who makes their own original explosives?"

"It is impossible. FUHW is strict in it's checking."

"I'm just stating that it isn't an impossible event. Of course, with all these explanations, I'm sure you now understand why I think that the explosive in her body is only meant to destroy herself. Even if it isn't, nothing too outrageous should happen. Maybe her apartment will blow up but that's it."

"That's not little."

"Compared to the city as a whole."

"What are you going to do then? Let her be?"

"I'll try my best to do what I can. The reason I got you involved is in case I'm in a dire condition, call my parents and ask for help. Only when I'm in danger."

"Why only in 'dire' condition?"

"There's still a risk."

"I see."

"Don't worry though. Nothing would happen to you. By the way, what's the time?"

Denny looked at her wrist watch. "2: 15."

"Hm… I'm going to the Academy."

***

Eastern Dream Academy.

With an umbrella in his right hand, he walked towards the hallway.

Ms. Cutlin's Office.

"On what purpose did you come here?" Ms. Cutlin asked while going through some documents. Behind her was the braided girl he met previously. She was the Ms. Cutlin's secretary.

Rewen rubbed his nose. "I was wondering if I can borrow a weapon."

"No. You won't get one."

"It's important."

"Nope. Now, if that's all you had to say, you can get out."

Rewen frowned, then got up and left the office. He had half-expected this conclusion.

"Please wait!" As he was walking towards the elevator, he heard a high-pitched voice. Turning around, he saw the green-haired braided girl.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

The green-haired braided girl came to a stop. "Do… huff.. you… huff… really need a weapon?"

"I do." Rewen nodded with a straight face.

"Why do you need it?"

"All I can say is that I won't use it to play around in my garden."

"Puchi!" The braided girl giggled covering her mouth.

Rewen's eyes twitched. 'Is my sense of humor that good? Why did I never notice it? Could it be because of [Male God System]?' 

After a few seconds, the braided girl coughed, then looked towards Rewen. "I can lend you one."

"You have weapons?"

The braided girl smiled. "Follow me."

Both of them went to the elevator. "Right, what's your name? I'm Rewen."

"I'm Kalisa."

Kalisa went ahead and pressed '6'.

After some time, they stood in front of a place Rewen was familiar with.

"First grade training ground?" Rewen tilted his head.

"Let's enter." Kalisa opened the door.

1st Grade Training Ground.

Francesca was packing up her bag when she saw two figures entering. 

"Kalisa? What's up?" She smiled towards her friend, then the smile froze when she saw the other person.

"I'm good. Where are the others?"

"They already left." Francesca answered, occasionally shifting her eyes towards Rewen. She had still not forgotten about the 'rule' Rewen broke the other day. Very often, she thought about reporting to the Academy but she couldn't bring herself to.

Rewen smiled. "How are you doing, Francesca?"

"Eh? You two know each other?" Kalisa jumped out.

"I met her recently." Rewen answered honestly.

"Yeah. I'm good, Rewen. What are you doing here?"

Rewen was about to open his mouth when Kalisa spoke out. "Francesca, can you lend him a weapon?"

"A weapon? Why?" Francesca stared at Rewen with a suspicious expression. 'Could he be up to some trouble?'

"I'll practice with it. You do remember how I created a 'Weapon Skill', right?"

"I remember. So you want the spear?" Francesca complied with what he said. 'He is too mysterious. Better not get too deeply involved with him.' 

"Huh? You created a weapon skill?" Kalisa gasped.