I’m Sorry, but It’s Because I’m an Ordinary Person

Author: Lubai

The beautifully flowing space was quickly transformed into a gag concert site.

I held my breath, walked toward IRL, and put my hat on his face. You shut up.

“As the owner with S+ class space attribute…”

<Detailed Information>

(Leaders) <God of War Finger Technique> (S++)

-> Attributes: Body Enhancement (S++), ■■■■ ■■(?), ■■■■ ■■(?)

-> World Ranking 1st, Korea Ranking 1st.

-> Achievements: Immovable Rank 1, the One Who Met the King, Dungeon Conqueror King, Wave Conqueror King, Information Collector King, Power Collector, Honorary Dimension Society Member, World’s First Advanced Gate Solo Clear, World’s First Special Gate Solo Clear, World’s Shortest Low-level Gate Solo Clear, World’s Shortest Intermediate Gate Solo Clear, and World’s Shortest High-level Gate Solo Clear.

-> Conquest:

<The King of Pride’s territory conquest rate: 72.46%>

<The King of Gluttony’s territory conquest rate: 47.91%>

<The King of Envy’s territory conquest rate: 35.53%>

<The King of Wrath’s Territory Conquest: 69.125%>

<The King of Lust’s Territory Conquest: 95.86%>

<The King of Greed’s Territory Conquest: 12.751%>

<The King of Sloth’s Territory Conquest: 55.945%>

“…”

I don’t know who exposed that, but I won’t forgive them if they get caught.

I shut my mouth at the flamboyant information window.

IRL, with my hat over his face, was about to choke to death.

As the head of the International Hunters Association, the career of Finger Technique, who went to dungeons even though I couldn’t even spend the money, was splendid.

When the rumors that the majority of outer-dimension information owned by the association was obtained through Finger Technique were finally revealed…

“Anyway, I am not Finger Technique.”

“Your Highness.”

“Because I stole this terminal from Finger Techniq—”

“You’re disgraceful.”

IRL, who couldn’t understand my situation, made things worse.

I laughed as I gently stepped on the fussing IRL’s foot.

You Polar Night’s bastard. Do you really want to die?

“Excuse me, Finger Technique?” Loveless, holding a spear made of transparent ice, opened her mouth in the quiet silence.

“It’s Coincidence, not Finger Technique,” I answered while stepping on IRL, who kept opening his mouth as if he wanted to speak.

“Yes, then, Miss Coincidence,”  Loveless asked, pointing to the system window with a troubled face. “Currently, we can’t log out due to a server error. It seems that the error occurred because the two servers merged into one. In this case, we must clear the dungeon and leave a clear rank before we can go outside, but as you know, to clear the special gate, millions of Hunters must flock, or we must have Finger Technique.”

Her blue-purple eyes shone earnestly.

I covered the mouth of I Really Like, who was making a stupid expression under me, because I didn’t want to beat people.

“If Miss Coincidence isn’t Finger Technique, how do we clear this dungeon?”

Everyone involved in this dungeon simulation nodded at her words.

A dungeon that cannot be cleared without Finger Technique stored in Finger Technique’s terminal.

A virtual dungeon that you can only get out of if you finish it.

I turned my head to the temple on the mountain, avoiding the intense gaze.

An unknown scream was echoing from the temple standing tall on the mountain. It was a temple built by the Hell Goat Army for the great King of Sloth. Their burnt offerings are made in brass temples on high rocky mountains.

Belphegor, one of the seven kings who became rulers of the outer-dimension after the old rulers of the outer-dimension were sealed in a remote abyss in our name.

The Hell Goat, the best of the 42nd Army of Belphegor, was a vassal to the ancient god Molech’s army.

Molech, the owner of the 21st of the 72 seats reserved for the old rulers, loved to offer young mountain sacrifices to the hot brass idols.

The Hell Goats who served Molech’s army considered it a sacred act to make offerings to great beings from the time they were born and grew up, and that terrible custom remained even now when they became the King of Sloth’s subordinates.

A hot brass temple on a high rocky mountain, and a public offering festival held at the brass temple.

Those are the contents written in the notes of the Outer Lords written by King Solomon, the first returner.

I had seen the Hell Goats holding a festival of madness when I first entered the special gate of Pyeongan province.

The simulation reproduced the exact same scene I had seen then.

The King of Sloth, the Northern Archduke of the outer dimension, was very generous. He personally came to the festival venue since it was a festival.

Because of that, the king’s horns ran me over for storming into the temple to attack the brass temple. I had almost dropped down the rocky mountain.

I didn’t want to go back up there because it was where I had suffered a lot.

While thinking of the King of Sloth’s human form, which looked like a great Northern Archduke, I slowly raised my hand because I Really Like, who had been moving like a human tractor, had become calm.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with Your Highness.”

“I don’t know why Mr. Hunter is calling me highness.”

“I asked you to call me Juha the other day.”

“If you keep doing that, I’ll leave you behind.”

I moved and sat on I Really Like, the lunatic from Paradise yesterday, because the guy was about to babble again.

He then tapped me midway between my stomach and waist sullenly. It seemed like he was telling me to come down, so I retreated just a bit.

Then, he spoke with a very serious face, “It doesn’t matter if you keep sitting there, but it’ll be difficult for me if you sit a little more behind. I’m not wearing anything other than sweatpants today.” He said softly, bringing his knees together. I frowned at his incomprehensible words.

“I want my loved one to be the first to know.” He blushed as if he was embarrassed and smiled shyly.

I rolled my eyes at the incomprehensible words and looked at the Paradise Guild members.

All of them had stepped back, looking disgusted.

Our reaction was similar, actually.

As I pulled back to get down from I Really Like, who was twisting around in embarrassment, I roughly figured out what this bastard was talking about.

This bastard isn’t some romance fantasy’s male lead. His life genre is simply fantasy.

Shrug. I came to know the body size of I Really Like, which I didn’t really want to know.

I ran away from I Really Like, who cried out about his innocence.

Loveless then walked toward him, who was still babbling about getting married, and kicked him. “Stop being shy and work, you pervert.” Her voice was as cold as her frost flowers.

Yeah. Don’t be so coy, you pervert.

I stepped behind the chick Hunter, who was squeaking like a human robot.

Hey, I like you the most here. You’re the next tallest human being.

“Finger King, what’s wrong?” Geranium asked, looking at me as unnatural as a 3rd-century robot or a microorganism that could not evolve.

I suddenly turned solemn after hearing Geranium’s words and decided to tell her, who was talking nonsense, the reality. “I’m not Finger King.”

“Who-a, that’s ri-ght. I-am so-rry Miss Fing…Coin-ci-dence.” Geranium made a rusty voice like a scrap robot from the apocalypse.

It was a voice as bizarre as IRL, who was making a sexy, cold guy expression like the male lead Northern Archduke in a certain romance fantasy novel.

I was already annoyed to death, but Geranium still asked me for an autograph because I was a cool S++ class.

I answered that if she didn’t want me to sign it with Hunter’s blood, she should go away quietly.

Then, the tearful Geranium bit her finger like a gangster writing a blood letter.

Shruuuuuug.

I felt real fear.

What the hell is Daybreak? A crazy fan club where you bite your finger to get Finger Technique’s signature?

No, Minju and the chick Hunter are fine.

I watched Minju dragging Geranium and Loveless kicking IRL, who had also bitten his finger following Geranium.

Maybe all high-ranking Hunters are crazy…

“You don’t look good. Would you like to go somewhere else?” My limited edition shield, the chick Hunter, said with an awkward smile.

I nodded towards him and suddenly noticed something strange.

You found out that I’m Finger Technique. Aren’t you guys too calm?

And this is a general ?-level dungeon with a special gate. Aren’t you guys too carefree?

Even if it’s not real, these people are too relaxed. Do you want to live here forever? Or do you not believe me?

Everyone acts like they have Finger Technique.

Without knowing how I felt, Letter and Sweet Melody made a peaceful bet while watching Loveless and I Really Like.

“I’ll bet in 10 minutes.”

“Then I’ll go with 30 minutes.”

“Paradise Guild members are all like that. That’s why my older brother said he didn’t want to deal with Paradise Guild.”

“We’re at a special gate right now. We’re at the entrance, and the monsters are gathered in one place, so it’s not immediately dangerous, but shouldn’t we stop them?”

“It’s all right.” He smiled in a slightly long white hoodie zip-up over a black neck tee instead of the beggarly Daybreak attire.

It was an expensive suit with a price similar to the one worn by the strange guy I had seen earlier.

“Surely we can go out safely because we have Finger Technique.”

His dimples hollowed his fair cheeks. He smiled like Daybreak Guild’s leader in public while scratching his neck shyly.

I thought quietly, looking at the face that looked no different from his older brother’s.

These punks must have let my words slip through their ears.