Chapter: 439

Jay didn’t really mind that there were now dihexapedes everywhere though. As a necromancer, he basically still has the same battle strategy. He simply had to let his skeletons kill them so he could relax at home, letting everything fall into his lap.

“It will be an easy life for me,” he smiled.

Seeing that everything was in order, he quickly left the dungeon, finding a frustrated-looking Anya waiting outside.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” she said as she beckoned Jay to start running up the hill with her.

“Sorry, it didn’t take long at least?” He followed her.

Anya said nothing as she continued to run up the hill.

Further up were groups of other adventurers running to the guild, it was like every adventurer was being summoned – this was when Jay saw a familiar person, slowly scrambling up the hill, much slower compared to the rest.

“Stephen…” Jay thought, quinting at him.

Jay realised he could totally do something completely malicious right now – but for some reason, seeing the sorry state that Stephen was in, he pitied him.

*DROOOOOooooo~*

With a sigh, Jay went up behind him, grabbed his arm and put it around his neck. He didn’t say anything and Stephen didn’t even look at who was helping him, both went as quickly as they could while the horn sounded.

Jay had already helped him scramble up a few rocks before Stephen even looked at him.

Seeing that it was Jay helping him, he almost misstepped and face-planted as this was the last person he expected to help, but he didn’t say a word. Neither of them said anything.

As they got to the top of the hill they stood up straight again and Jay took Stephen’s arm off his neck, ignoring him as he walked to the mana stone gate.

Stephen was more confused than Jay about why he did this – wasn’t this the guy he attacked? Shouldn’t he be kicking dirt in his face? Spitting on him as he ran by?

There was no one else around, so it was clear that Jay didn’t do this for his personal image either.

Next was paranoia, maybe it was some kind of mind game meant to mess with his head. Why the fuck did he just help him?

Stephen wasn’t willing to let his guard down, and internally he was holding back a sense of respect from building towards Jay.

It was at this point he realised he would actually rather have been spat on. It would make more sense; the good deed didn’t make him grateful but grit his teeth in confusion.

“I’ll pay that asshole back with my own kind gesture.” he squinted at Jay, thinking this was some sort of game.

Jay walked away, deciding not to say anything. Perhaps it was his subconscious telling him to help, but he didn’t think much of it. It was a small thing to him, but a huge thing to Stephen.

As they got to the floating mana-stone gate, a small crowd had formed, a bottleneck of people as adventurers slowly went through.

The crowd didn’t just consist of the adventurers who turned 18 this year, but even a few stragglers left over from last year were here too.

They were higher level, around level 17 – but this was not a very high level considering they had a year head start compared to the current adventurers.

Slaying monsters in dungeons was just a hobby for them, a casual thing to do. If they were higher level they would have left Losla already in search of higher level areas.