Ganersam Volume 1

“So, what are your plans from now?”

Riko asked me. He called me to meet up at a nearby tavern. The tavern was surprisingly empty, yet despite that, we still chose the seat furthest away from the rest. Tucked in the back corner of the tavern, we spoke in low voices so that the bartender couldn’t hear us.

I always wondered about Riko’s logic in picking places, though. I have my own house with a living room, so why aren’t we there?

“Is this related to Alexander?”

I whispered to him.

“Precisely.”

It had been three days since we arrived back in Alpha, and I had just started settling in.

“On second thought, I’m a bit lazy to do any more quests.”

We still have a lot of money at our disposal, there’s no need to endanger ourselves with weird and dangerous quests.

Besides, out of all the girls, Amel is the only one keen on grabbing another quest. We could probably just get a random subjugation quest to quickly satisfy her.

Emma is probably face planting herself into the couch back home. That sofa is really comfy.

Nia on the other hand... I don’t know what Nia does. She had started learning to cook the other day, so she’s probably still doing that.

“Besides, why do you ask me anyway? Aren’t there many more professional bounty hunters or adventurers for the job?”

“Well, you’re the one holding to the stone slates.”

“Well... that’s true.”

Amel must have told Riko about them. Amel returned the two slates back at Omega... and we ended up completely forgetting about the stone slates, so they both are still in our possession as of now.

“I could ask Nia whether or not she’ll give it to you.”

“I would actually prefer if Nia’s around. She’s been with the demon’s army, maybe she knew something about this.”

This dude said he didn’t trust Nia before, and now she wants her to be there?

“You could bring her with you.”

“Isn’t she a part of your party?”

“Yes, but if you need her, you could just take her.”

I don’t understand why he would ask me instead of Amel or Nia for this. I would understand if he’s too shy to ask Amel, but what’s wrong with asking Nia directly?

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I really don’t know. I’m really not interested in going out in dangerous stuff again.”

I got reminded of the sharp pain that the sword inflicted. It was brief, but it still hurts. The pain in this world is real, it’s more than just a game.

And I banned Emma from using her healing again, meaning that unless I could learn it myself, there’s a chance I’ll be stuck with that pain until I reach a town. That is, assuming I didn’t die from it.

“You’ll get good rewards for this. Heck, you might be able to wield a legendary sword.”

He said, trying to convince me.

“Legendary sword?”

“Rumors have it that if you’re the chosen one, you’ll be able to wield an extremely powerful sword.”

“I probably won’t need it.”

If I stay like this, going around doing simple quests, then there’s practically no need for me to have a legendary weapon. I’ll just shoot them up with paralyze and kill them.

Besides, if I’m not the chosen one, then the trip would be worthless.

EvenifI’m the chosen one, using a sword would mean close-quarter combat, something I’m purposely avoiding.

Now that the dust had settled, I had finally calmed down enough for my mind to think. I realized just how scary close-quarter combat is, and I prefer not to do it.

Alexander’s movements that day... It looked like he was possessed.

“What does Alexander have to do with that sword, though?”

“He’s the one that built Asparagus.”

“Wait, I thought it’s called the ancient ruins? Or is he really that old?”

“The Asparagus accident is fairly recent though, around 10 years ago. People just call it ancient because it sounds cool.”

I should’ve known.

“You don’t have to consider it now, though.”

He said as he drank his beer. I would assume his love for drinks was the reason he brought me here, but we could’ve just bought a canned one and talked back home.

Does the reason have anything to do with Amel, I wonder? Is he really that much of a shy cat?

“Why? I thought you were asking me now because you need me to make a decision ASAP.”

“We still need to find the third slate, right?”

Ah, yes... It’s true that we only had two of the three slates with us.

“I’ll notify you once we find any intel on that.”

I open my mouth, wanting to reply with a firm no, but the words won’t come out. I decided to just forget about it, and reject it later.

I wonder if I really am the main character here, considering how everyone is basically forcing me to accept this.

Riko drank his last drop of beer and stood up.

“Alright. I’ve been busy these last few days thanks to Alexander. I’ll leave you to your inner monologues.”

I decided to just ignore the monologue part and bid him goodbye.

I made my way back home. The front door was locked, so the girls were probably out. Everyone had their own pair of keys. I put mine into the lock and opened the door.

As expected, the house is empty. I sat on the red sofa in the living room.

Television doesn’t exist in this world, and phones had really limited functionality.

The person who created the starships is probably the strict military dad type that thinks our generation is going through a moral degeneration thanks to technology.

Or maybe he saw some space movies.

But whatever, I should just be grateful for the light novels that existed here. I’m not fond of reading, but then again, there’s no anime.

To be fair, I did read a couple of light novels. Anime often didn’t cover the entire story, so for curious folks, the original manga or light novel is the only option.

I looked through the stack of books on the table.

“Bow Art Online... Job Reincarnation... Re:One... Girl’s Blessing On this Weird World...”

All of them had altered titles. Copyright didn’t even exist here, so why bother? Interestingly, they all have the original writer’s name on them, although non-Amnesia Clansmen probably won’t even know who they were.

Having the original writer’s name kinda defeats the purpose of changing titles, but oh well, at least whoever made this respected the original author.

I wonder if the people of this world like Amel and Nia even understand the stuff they’re reading, especially since most of the ones scattered on the table are isekais. I wonder if this got anything to do with Emma’s taste?

Well, considering Emma’s desire for adventure, I won’t be surprised if she loved isekai.

As I was looking through the books, the door opened and the three girls entered the room.

“We’re home, and we brought dinner.”

“Welcome home, what did you bring?”

“Chicken soup.”

Yeah, I would rather have peaceful times like this compared to stupid dangerous quests.