With a dull expression, Jordan helped with the cleanup while trying to maintain that sense of numbness. Many of his fellow villagers had died, and Jordan didn’t have the capacity to consider how this impact him, the world, and those men's families.

  The beasts came in a variety of shapes; leopards, wolves, bears, rhinoceroses, snakes, and monsters that Jordan couldn’t even recognize. Some were a sort of radicalized versions of more common animals; monster badgers, giant moose, werewolf squirrels, and demon rabbits.

  These monsters would all be dissected for their meat, fur, and all sorts of materials that would be useful to various professions, such as armor and weapon smiths, as well as alchemists and doctors.

  As for the bodies of the men who didn’t make it through the battle; they would all be identified and given proper burials, and their families would be compensated.

  Jordan wipes his sweat as the initial cleanup was about to conclude. What a terrible place this world must be, where weak and old men, and even harmless miners are forced to fight to survive… He thinks.

  At this time, the city hall clerk approaches Jordan. “Jordan, here you go.” He says, passing him a big money pouch. “35 recorded kills; it adds up to 17 gold and 500 silver.” The clerk says.

  Jordan takes the money pouch, not quite knowing how to feel. “How did you know how many kills I got?” He couldn’t help but ask.

  The clerk lets out a chuckle. “Of course I was watching and counting. Do you really think they would make the town hall clerk fight a deadly battle? I’m harmless, so it would be pointless. Thus I was tasked with tracking achievements so the town could award battle merits.” He says.

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  A vein begins to bulge on Jordan’s head as he heard the clerk’s words. “Yes, I guess it would be pointless.” He says, not quite knowing what else to say.

  Jordan lets out a sigh. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going home to rest. I have almost no energy left, and I fear I’ll sleep for three days and three nights.” He says, turning to make his way back home.

  “Rest well! And thank you for your service!” The clerk calls out with a wave of his hand.

  When Jordan got home, he couldn’t muster himself to prepare a meal, and simply fell onto his bed, exhausted.

  …

  …

  When Jordan awoke, he quickly prepared a meal for himself to satisfy his rumbling stomach. When he was finally able to eat his fill, Jordan went to lay back on his bed. He finally had time to read through the event log of the Transmigrator System.

  **1200 experience gained**

  **1300 experience gained**

  **1000 experience gained**

  There were 35 entries in total, and overall, from killing these beasts, Jordan had gained roughly 50,000 experience points; after spending roughly that amount, he had gained it all back in one battle.

  Jordan began to process the information. If I became a hunter, how much easier would it be to earn experience points? He began to wonder. After all, he had earned in one night, what took him two weeks to earn while being a miner. He couldn’t help but have flights of fancy, of finding a quick route to success.

  Jordan shakes his head. No, that’s much too dangerous. I can’t give up my mining job. He thinks, confirming his decision. To Jordan, mining was basically free points; if anything it took just a bit of effort and some time. But in comparison to the danger involved in hunting, Jordan, this old office worker, would gladly just put the effort into mining. He couldn’t be swayed by quick success, otherwise, one day, he may die and not even know how.