It did not matter if the durability of the sword was going to break from hunting.
Just pick up a weapon and attack the monster.
They ate as if they were starving.
“The mind is clouded when one is hungry.”
That was the mindset of Geomchi, Geomchi2 and Geomchi3.
In reality, they had no problem fasting for three days.
‘I’ll get the ladies by being overwhelmingly fast and powerful.’
‘Famous rare items! You have to get the attention of the ladies.’
‘I want to protect. I want to be taken care of. I want a woman!’
Their thoughts were filled with selfishness as they wield their swords.
It didn’t matter if they were sweating profusely as if it were raining, they did not even think of quitting.
They were completely immersed.
They swung their swords 100,000 times a day.
They wielded their swords even when they were not hunting.
Strength depended on Skill and Stamina, so they only took breaks when they were exhausted.
It took time to move to another hunting ground, and it took considerably more time to find party members.
Even if they got into parties with others, the hunt did not last very long.
But for the Geomchis it was more of a hassle.
Fighting by themselves!
They swung their swords 100,000 times a day.
They did not need any rationalizing.
Once they set a goal, all they did was train.
They did not bother with complex calculations.
It was enough to shed sweat until breathing became difficult.
Such was the only life they knew.
Geomchi2 swallowed his saliva from hunger.
“The right woman for me. I don’t need much. Barley bread and corn today, rye bread tommorow. Any woman would be fine for me.”
Geomchi5 was even lower.
“Kimchi three times a day, Shin Ramen, if you boil in hot water then it’s fine.”
Their standards were getting lower.
“I would be fine even with just eggs.”
Geomchi2 would not be moved and pressed on.
“Keuheu! The eggs do not need to be made do they?”
“How can I meet a woman without this level of devotion? For love one must make sacrifices.”
Geomchi2 had asked.
And then there was Geomchi5.
“Sahyung, I think I would be able to give up meat.”
“Meat!”
The sahyungs admired each other’s determination.
Then almost at the same time their skills rose.
Ttiring!