Solomon continued his descent down the staircase, keeping his purified sword held tight in his grip.
I don't seem to hear anything down there. Could that milf have been wrong?
At the bottom of the steps, the basement spread out in front of him just as he expected; rows of wooden crates and barrels, followed by the smells of meats and berry wines.
As he crept through the area, staying on high alert at all times, Solomon grew increasingly convinced that there were no monsters in the basement. He was about to head back upstairs and declare that everything was safe.
And then he saw a puddle of wine on the ground where a crate had spilled its contents. He made his way over to get a closer look.
Through the darkness, he made out two glistening objects in the puddle.
"Hmm?"
Upon closer inspection, he realized that they weren't "objects" at all. They were two glistening eyes blinking from amidst the wine.
"Shit!"
Solomon cursed as an arm reached out from the puddle, trying to grab hold of him in a strong grip. Luckily, he moved fast, stepping back just far enough for the arm to miss.
During the movement, he tripped on a crate and fell to the ground. By the time he looked up, the puddle was no longer just a puddle, it had grown into some sort of humanoid monster made from the spilt wine.
Its limbs were long and sinewy, and the only features it had on its face were the two glistening eyes.
Holy shit... What sort of monster is this?
Solomon pushed himself to his feet as the monster approached him with outstretched arms like a zombie.
At this point, he was expecting some sort of powers to kick in. He was aware that this world had a magic system, but so far, he'd found no signs of possessing it, other than the strange pink tent.
Fuck it... Guess I'll have to cut it down.
The wine monster was slow, and its body seemed frail. With a steel sword in hand, purified by whatever god had blessed the water, Solomon White felt confident that he could take it down.
He had to.
With a confident step, he lunged forward, thrusting the blade with a two-handed grip. He would have preferred to swing the sword, but the space was too tight for that.
Luckily for him, the thrust worked just fine. The sword penetrated the monster's neck, sending wine splashing everywhere.
At first, he wondered whether the strike would work. After all, the monster had a liquid form.
But then, the holy damage kicked in. The monster let out cries as its body sizzled, the sword pushing deeper into its neck.
"Aghhhh!"
Solomon wasn't finished. Instead of simply pulling the blade out, he slashed sideways, tearing the monster's neck wide open.
Its liquid head was now dangling by a thread of wine, so Solomon chopped again, severing it with ease.
The head fell to the ground with a splash, and seconds later, the rest of the body followed, becoming nothing more than another puddle on the ground.
With his sword gripped in hand, Solomon looked down at the fallen monster. He had hardly used any energy but still found himself out of breath from the nerves. However, he had expected to be more nervous.
Is it really that simple to kill a demon? No... It's wise to assume that that's one of the weakest tiers.
If this was some sort of video game, I'd guess that I'm level 1, and the demon was no higher than level 5. My purified sword definitely helped me close the gap, otherwise, who knows how easy it would've been.
Satisfied with his victory, Solomon made his way back to the ground floor of the tavern and returned to the milf.
When she saw him, her eyes went wide in disbelief.
"No way... Did you really kill the monster?" she said, stopping what she was doing.
Others in the tavern heard her and started whispering amongst themselves, pointing fingers.
It seems that I've already drawn attention to myself...
"Yes, the sword really helped," Solomon replied as he twirled the sword in one arm. "Can I have that meal now?"
"Of course! If you want, we can even get you a room. Wait... Let me ask David, he might even be able to get you a woman to fuck. Unless you want to explore my body instead?" the milf responded frantically.
Solomon scratched his head nervously.
"Umm, probably just a meal, please," he said cautiously.
The milf nodded and headed back to the kitchen to cook him something up.
"Coming right up."
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After devouring the meal, Solomon felt satisfied and ready to tackle whatever the new world had in store for him.
He had already started to form a short-term plan in his head, and it began with gathering information, since that was the role he would be playing.
If Princess Lucy returns to my tent and asks me questions I don't have answers to, won't she notice that I'm not truly a god?
So what should I do? Head to the library, or perhaps ask around?
...
No, I'm looking at things the wrong way. My power to call others into my tent is the best method to learn information. If I can somehow spread the name of the god of information and have others pray to him, I can use them to gain knowledge.
It almost reminds me of a novel I read back on Earth, but I can't place a finger on the name.
With a plan forming in his mind, Solomon left the tavern and prepared to set out for his next destination.
The library. He planned to write a new book.
The Religious History of The Clown.
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