Question of Existence

Mutagenic Medieval is a world composed of backward governments ranging from tribes, monarchy, villages, and the medieval setting that is a staple in the fantasy genre.

After Alfir's wounds completely healed, he prepared himself to escape the miserable streak he is experiencing lately.

"What matters is that I enjoyed the process..."

Alfir spoke his mantra and continued to stride forward through the mission halls. After some asking, he was able to ascertain that Minion#12193's death occurred through Flamecore's hands. Alfir felt pity for Minion#12193's idiocy of participating in a suicidal mission. But thanks to such idiocy, it allowed Alfir's transmigration.

For minions like Alfir, they have a quota to accomplish— an average of a dozen of E missions. Since Minion#12193 recently completed an S mission, Alfir's participation was duly recognized given the danger levels of the mission. Since the information was classified, and Alfir's memory of the events is blurry, he has no idea of what truly happened.

[MINION #12913 (Identification Basic Information)

Authority Level: 2371

Zentury Credits: 927109

Specialized Skills: None

Remarks: A low-level minion of Zentury known for being plain and almost invisible. Please work hard for the sake of Zentury. Though we don’t expect great things from you, we expect you to contribute.]

“Ugh… These remarks hurt more than I thought.”

In Alfir's sight is his Zentury system user interface. Only Alfir can see this system. Through the direct manipulation of the central nervous system via an electronic chip, technology made it possible to create something like this. Too bad, this system is unlike the one Alfir knows, it is not a cheat-system, but simply a reflection of his status.

It is good that names don't matter in Zentury. As long as you have this system in your possession, you'll be good. Numbers fill the personnel of Zentury. What makes them fearsome is the fact that each member of Zentury has explosive chips embedded into their head, the system is just one of its auxiliary functions.

If you are a member of Zentury, your past doesn't matter. Only your loyalty and liability to the organization are what truly matters.

“But, a minion-like system huh? Yeah, asking for a god-like system is too much.” Alfir whispered to himself, halfheartedly complaining about his situation. It is unfortunate that he has no clues of his original name, or simply put, his identity before becoming Zentury’s goon.

The memories of Minion#12193 are quite fragmented and is possibly unrepairable. In the future, the possibility of fixing it is always open, so Alfir doesn’t need to unnecessarily bother with it.

While busy with his thoughts, Alfir accidentally bumped into someone.

“Fuck! Watch where you walk, do you want to get killed?”

“Ah! Sorry… But where are the mission halls?”

“Fuuuuuuuuck, so are you a newbie? Didn’t someone tell you to listen in the orientation properly?” It was a rugged man, a sword hanging by his waist. Judging by the way he carries himself, Alfir thought of the guy as a minion just like him.

Alfir felt a sense of camaraderie from the unknown minion.

“I am not a newbie. I had a short-term memory loss after my recent mission.”

“Ugh… You are lucky. If you met someone eccentric or hot-tempered, you might’ve already been killed. Just walk straight then turn right. Get it? Watch where you step if you don’t want to die.”

“I am sorry, and thank you!”

And just like that, the two minions parted.

With the unknown minion’s instruction, Alfir finally reached the mission halls. Surprisingly people here in Zentury don’t seem that bad at all. There is the Cleaner and that minion. They looked nice people, Alfir thought to himself.

"Give me a catalog of S missions of Cannon fodder variety," Alfir boldly declared to the mission clerk.

‘Look what Alfir is up to! After lambasting Minion#12193's idiocy a while ago for tackling an S rank mission, Alfir is... doing this?!’ Alfir secretly chided himself aware of how badly others might perceive him.

"Uuummm... Sure." The clerk frowned at Alfir's words. It is not enough that he survived an S-rank mission just once, and now…, he wants more? Alfir's tale of surviving an S rank mission as cannon fodder has already spread in the organization. It's a worthy feat that only a few can replicate. It could be said that Alfir is now an uprising rookie to his fellow minions' eyes.

However, for the clerk, it is just empty bravado. There is a reason why it is called a ‘Cannon fodder’ variety.

“Hmmm… Let’s see. Narrow it to the missions for next month. Tsk. Come on, do it fast. Why are you so slow?” Alfir added, gesticulating the clerk to do his job properly.

‘Huh!? What the fu~ what the? Do you think I have no human rights!? Just because I am a clerk, you are doing this to me?’ The clerk indignantly thought to himself. He didn’t show his irritation though afraid of the many psychos that lurk in the facility.

As an abducted civilian forced to do paperwork, the mission clerk tried his best to ingratiate himself.

“Ohohoh, please calm down… dear sir, here is it, on page 479. Look, it’s the Cannon fodder catalog.”

Alfir has his reasons for seeing this particularly evaded catalog by most minions. Well, he is the author of this world, his very own novel... Alfir wants to see if there is a mission he can take using his knowledge of this world to his full advantage.

No one will criticize him anyway.

"Thanks," Grabbing the thick book filled with deadly missions, Alfir started his gold hunt. “Hmmmm... This will do.” A particular mission caught Alfir's eyes.

‘The Immortal King huh?’ Enthused, Alfir unhesitatingly applied for the mission as his eyes gleamed with indiscernible madness.

For now, he needs to prepare. “What should I bring?”

In anticipation of the battle among pinnacles, Alfir steadied his mind imagining a spectacle resonant with his novel. Recalling the information about Mutagenic Medieval, Alfir realized that he stumbled into a freebie.

Alfir returned the catalog to the clerk.

Eager to prepare himself for the incoming incursion, Alfir went for the Zentury shop.

Since arriving in this world, Alfir is able to accept the ridiculousness of his transmigration. He didn't question how he came here or why in his own novel. Alfir is not the kind of person that would entertain reflecting on the 'Question of Existence'.

You don't need a grand reason to live.

You exist, because you exist.

This is Alfir's mob way, and it will remain the same as in his past life.

Mobs, that’s what people generally classify as extras in a story. And now, Alfir has become one of them. That as it may, Alfir has always been part of a mob, hence explaining his mindset.

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