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 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 to tell the milf that everything was safe.
And then he saw a puddle of wine on the ground from where a crate had spilt 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?"
On closer inspection, he realised that it was no "object". It was 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 out of distance just far enough for the arm to miss.
During the movement, he tripped on a crate, falling to the ground.
By the time he looked up, he saw that 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 skinny, and the only features it had on its face were the two glowing 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 had found no signs of him 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 tear it down.
He had to...
With a confident step, he lunged forward, thrusting the blade in a two-handed grip. He would have preferred to swing the sword, but the space was too tight for him to do so.
Luckily for him, the thrust seemed to work 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 from.
But then, the holy damage kicked in. The monster let out cries as its body sizzled; the sword pushed deeper into its neck.
"Aghhhh!"
Solomon wasn't finished. Instead of simply pulling the blade out, he slashed sideward, tearing the monster's neck wide open.
Its liquid head was now dangling on a thread of wine, so Solomon chopped again, cutting it off with ease.
The head fell to the ground with a splash, and seconds later, the rest of the body followed until it became nothing more than another puddle on the ground.
With his sword gripped in his 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 certainly expected to be more nervous.
Is it really that simple to kill a demon? No... It's best to assume that that's one of the weakest tiers.
If this were 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 hard it would be?
Haopy 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 for the time being.
Others in the tavern heard what she said and started whispering amongst themselves and 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 me?" The milf responded.
Solomon scratched his head with nerves.
"Umm, probably just a meal please." He said cautiously.
The milf nodded her head 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 what the new world had in store for him.
He had already started to form a short-term plan in his head, and it started with gathering information, since that was the role he would be playing.
If Princess Lucy returns to my tent and asks me questions that I don't have the answer 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 the 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 information.
It almost reminds me of a novel that 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 to his next destination.
The Library. He planned to write a new book.
The religious history of The Clown.