Supreme Game: Antimagic Apocalypse

[ Basic Iron Dagger ]

[ Grade: F ]

[ Attack: 7 ]

[ Durability: 40 ]

Victor completed the trade and was satisfied with the weapon he got. Although a dagger wasn't ideal for defense, its attack power was a clear improvement over his worn-out bronze sword.

In exchange, he gave Kierra a chunk of raw wolf meat.

It was a good deal, but it left him wondering about where had she found such a decent weapon in the middle of the forest? Could there be other villages besides Bone Village? Or something else entirely?

And the shiny steel dagger on Kierra's hand was definitely on whole another league than the one she gave him.

Meanwhile, Kierra eagerly bit into the cooked meat, completely forgetting any sense of ladylike manners. The natural juices and smoky aroma filled her mouth, satisfying her hunger and taste buds.

"So, tell me, Kierra, did you follow me here?"

Hearing the question, Kierra paused mid-bite before answering,

"N-No, I just found you by the scent of cooked meat. I have a special nose that lets me detect smells from far away."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And I love meat!" Without another word, she eagerly resumed eating.

Victor raised an eyebrow. "I see… Do you plan to stay here for the night? You do realize it's not exactly appropriate for a boy and girl to share such a small space, right?"

"So what? I don't mind," she replied casually, chewing on her food. Then, with a mischievous smirk, she pointed toward the cave entrance. "But if it bothers you so much, you can always sleep outside for this lady's sake."

Victor was speechless.

"What if I molest you?" he said jokingly, curious about her reaction.

"You would dare?"

Kierra paused just as she was about to take a sip from a water bag, likely made from animal skin. Her sharp gaze locked onto him.

"Why not? You're beautiful and… 'developed,'" Victor teased, deliberately eyeing certain parts of her body.

Kierra snorted. "So… you admit you're a pervert, Raizel?"

"No," Victor denied outright, shaking his head.

A smirk slowly formed on Kierra's lips. "If you're not, then stop spouting nonsense just to get me out of this cave. I'm not falling for it."

Then, leaning forward slightly, she added with a dangerous glint in her eyes, "And even if you did want to try something… you're always welcome to try."

Victor swallowed hard. This girl was bold, smart, and perhaps overly talented too. Maybe even a little overconfident?

Or was she actually that strong?

He had no way of knowing.

He continued eating in silence, sitting opposite her.

But after a while, his throat felt dry. He was feeling thirsty.

Seeing the water bag right before his eyes only made it worse.

Unlike Kierra, he didn't have any water, nor did he have a way to carry it like she did.

Victor hesitated. Asking her for water right after practically extorting her for some meat felt a little shameless.

Kierra, however, noticed his gaze and immediately understood what he wanted to convey with those eyes.

A teasing smile spread across her lips as she held out the water bag.

"Here, do you want it?" she asked, her voice carrying taunting edge.

She wanted to play with him, just as he had played with her earlier. It was clear from her expression.

Whoosh!

In the next instant, her hand was empty.

Victor wasn't an ordinary player. Using a skill from his past life, he snatched the water bag before she could react and started drinking in big gulps.

There was no hesitation, no need for an explanation. She had offered it—well, kind of. But even if she hadn't meant it, his thick skin let him take it anyway without a shred of guilt.

Despite drinking like a thirsty beast, he made sure not to let his lips touch the opening. He had no intention of being labeled a pervert again.

Kierra stared at him in disbelief before sighing in defeat.

"Shameless," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

Victor heard her complaints but ignored them, drinking until he was satisfied. He handed the water bag back, leaving just enough so he wouldn't seem completely heartless.

Kierra took it, only to realize it was nearly empty. Her eye twitched.

She glared at him, but instead of snapping, she simply sighed in frustration.

Victor, of course, remained silent, acting as if nothing had happened.

After finishing his meal, he dusted off a spot on the ground and lay down like a log, completely unconcerned about Kierra's presence. The rocky floor was cold, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

Kierra huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

"Damn guy! Stinky guy! You have no idea how to treat a lady properly!"

"..."

Silence.

She frowned, realizing he had no intention of responding.

With a sigh, she prepared to settle in for the night too, but then a thought struck her.

What if a monster shows up while we're sleeping? Who's keeping watch?

She turned to Victor, who was already half-asleep.

"Hey, who's standing guard if you're just gonna pass out like that? Are you even listening?"

Getting no response, she crouched down and shook his body forcefully.

"Argh, you're so loud!" Victor suddenly sat up with annoyance, his head nearly colliding with hers.

Kierra got a scare.

"Hey, don't yell at me like that! I get scared at night," Kierra said, backing away with a dramatic shiver, acting pitiful.

Victor gave her a indifferent look. "Fine… But we'll take turns standing guard. And drop the act. I'm not falling for it. I need sleep too."

Kierra pouted but nodded quickly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

With that settled, Victor leaned against the cavern wall, watching over the fire as it crackled softly.

Kierra soon lay down, appearing to sleep soundly. However, her grip on the dagger never loosened, a clear sign that she was far from defenseless. Even in slumber, she was alert—it felt like getting too close to her could be dangerous.

Victor absentmindedly spun the dagger in his hand, his gaze drifting to the small gaps in the bushes at the cave's entrance. Moonlight streamed through, casting pale streaks on the cavern floor.

The bushes provided decent cover from any prying eyes, but they wouldn't stop something truly determined.

In the distance, monstrous growls echoed through the night, mixing with the ceaseless hum of insects and the occasional chirp of crickets. The eerie sounds didn't exactly help him relax.

He sighed and pulled up the system panel, wanting to exore if anything had missed.