“What do you mean you can’t afford it? You’ve been waiting for Roland to release a Rogue weapon since… Wait a minute. Don’t tell me you died again.”

“Tee-hee! Sorry, Sis! You know how the train goes!”

“Don’t ‘tee-hee’ me, you idiot. You accepted another crazy quest, don’t you?”

“Only because no one is brave enough to do them!”

“Because they’re too risky! Your style of fighting too. Why don’t you think more about your future, Marissa? Our future? You heard the Administrators. This was a test all along. Do you want to be as poor as those low-level losers hiding in the starter towns? When all of this is over, you won’t able to afford even a stun pistol.”

Marissa let out a loud grunt. “Gold comes and goes, Red. Besides, those ‘risky’ quests give more gold than what a level 50 can earn in a month!”

“Only if you survive…”

“And there’s also the Guild’s salary.” Marissa made a hand gesture. “Eh, eh?”

“When we get out of here, I won’t lend you any money. You hear that?”

“Come on, Sis, give me a break! Remember what Astrid says…”

“Please don’t.”

“‘It’s better to have skill than owe a piece of junk’.”

“When did she say that?”

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“I may be misremembering it. Listen, the point is that we can’t compete against the Actives, anyway. So it won’t matter if they buy all the weapons on the ship. In the end, they’ll need people that know how to fight. So I’ll rather hone my abilities here, where it’s still safe, than get worried about money at all times.”

“You just contradicted yourself.”

“Huh? No way.”

Amelia got close to her sister and grabbed her by the cheeks. “If you’re really training for whatever dangerous mission you think we’ll have at the end of this voyage, you should learn how to fight without dying then.”

“That sounds… about right,” Marissa said with plump cheeks. “I’ll consider it, okay?”

Amelia sighed and let her go. “Since this won’t happen anytime soon, let’s do this instead. Every time you get a large amount of gold, transfer it to me and I’ll keep it safe for you.”

“Why don’t we use a Bank service?”

Amelia sneered. “Are you kidding me? Those services rely on storing all the gold in their employees, anyway. Trust me, the gold will be safer with me. Tell me, when was the last time you saw me die?”

 

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“So that’s your Unique Skill, huh?” The Stranded Hell Princess snickered, looking at an injured Scarlett regenerating in front of her eyes.

Scarlett’s burned skin turned olive and soft again, and although her armor shown sights of damage, it could still endure another round. “I suppose I cannot hide it any longer, huh?”

So she’ll keep regenerating if I don’t finish her off? The demoness-looking Amelia thought. If she combines that Unique Skill with the Berserk Active Skill, she’ll continue to grow stronger indefinitely. She pointed her katana forward. “I could not ask for a better punching bag.”

“Are you sure about this, princess? You may get more than you can chew on.”

“That’s the spirit!” With her left hand, she waved her staff around her head, making appear a fire snake that quickly became a metal dragon. The beast charged at Scarlett, who had received a new system notification.

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