Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Skullius locked eyes with a woman who had a rather bountiful chest.

She wore a red dress, decorated with white specks all over.

The neck was low, revealing an ample portion of the light skin on her cleavage as the large bumps underneath it shook with her movement.

Her overall figure was chubby but one couldn’t dismiss that there was a certain charm that oozed from her pretty face which was powdered up delicately to vividly pronounce her small blue eyes and high cheekbones.

Her ideal lips were fun to look at as a deep red smeared over them to give them an appetising image.

Her amber hair was tied into a side pony, with the silky tufts draping over her shoulder.

“Those…” Skullius muttered as he tore away his gaze from this woman’s eyes, his own lowering to optically ravage the most outstanding part of her body.

Unconsciously, Skullius walked forward with his eyes never losing sight of the prize.

This wasn’t the first time he was seeing the protruding shape on a woman’s chest but… a cleavage? This was his first time.

The women he had met so far had been wearing armour and when he had been roaming the city, his mind had been too preoccupied to spare any effort towards ogling such a feature.

The female had always been an odd phenomenon to him ever since his first meeting with one.

Denille._.

A horrible example but a woman nonetheless.

“Unfortunately, I’m not on the menu, love,” an enticing and mature voice escaped from the woman’s lips as she addressed Skullius who immediately raised his head to look back at the woman’s eyes.

He felt a weird emotion for some reason as he stared at the calm and vivid eyes of the woman behind the counter.

Embarrassment.

“Finally found your way back to my face, eh? Did you like what you saw?”

Skullius couldn’t find the words to reply. Deep within him, he knew he was in the wrong and kept his cosmetic eyes in check.

“Regardless of your answer though, you better make sure you don’t get yourself killed.”

“Huh?” Skullius was confused. What did that mean?

PKAA!

The sound of breaking glass assaulted Skullius’ eyes and he turned to see that most of the men who were dining in this floor of the tall building were glaring at him with reddened eyes!

One of them had even broken a glass and was holding it threateningly at Skullius.

The Discount Human hadn’t even realised that the noise in this place had died down when the men saw someone ‘bothering’ their beloved view.

Somehow, Skullius understood the situation.

‘I shouldn’t do that again. I was right after all. Females are sacred!’

“Now. If you’re someone who’s here to stay, I welcome you to my humble Inn. I’m Betsy as you might have guessed from what the sign outside says. If you’re a passer-by, I encourage you to not waste any more of my time,” the woman whose name was Betsy said with a half serious expression on her face as if baiting Skullius.

Skullius forced himself to focus on the objective at hand.

The bountiful view on this woman’s chest had almost made him forget about the ongoing trend of UNCoddled.

Luckily, this woman before him didn’t seem to be the overly kind and caring sort.

Just as he had learned, those who sold services were the best to hang out with.

“I’d like to get somewhere to stay for the next five days please,” Skullius said promptly.

Betsy wore a slight smile as leaned over the counter.

“That would be ten silvers.”

CLNK!

Skullius immediately paid the amount.

From behind him, he heard the seats and tables adjusting as the men who settled on them went back to eating and drinking merrily.

Betsy took the coins and snapped her fingers thrice.

She was the owner of Inn and had a few other ladies who helped out in dealing with the issue like cooking, cleaning and administration.

A young lady rushed from the door behind the counter, answering the proprietor’s summon.

“Please show our new guest to his room.”

The young lady bowed and asked for Skullius to follow her.

The two walked to the stairs at the end of the space, going from the ground floor and to the first floor under the sharp gaze of Betsy who couldn’t help but remark to herself, “He’s a rather… odd fellow. Face and all.”

There was just something off about that young man.

Betsy had met with plenty of men to know all about them and their linguistic as well as gestural preferences and their hidden meanings.

Yet this one man, gave her the feeling that he was quite… extraordinary.

Skullius was shown his room, with his escort rushing away after unlocking the door and giving him the key to the room.

Skullius didn’t think much of it as his lingering thoughts on the round and swaying objects he had seen on Betsy fading when he saw his room.

A small space with a bed, a window and a desk.

Annoyingly, the loud noises from below were very much audible from within this room.

At first Skullius was irritated by this, but then he realised that he could make the most of it.

At least the noise could mask whatever he was doing. Not that he planned to do anything excessive.

The Discount Human locked his door and sat on the bed.

He activated [Advanced Mana Manipulation] and searched to see if there was anything strange within the room but ultimately found nothing.

The people around didn’t have much in the way of mana cores, which made sense as Skullius surmised that all the mercenaries were probably living in better conditions than this.

Skullius pulled out the items which he intended to work with; the mana band and the shield along with the other items he had taken later for the purpose of ‘cheating’!

There was an exquisite knife with a slender blade which had the skill, [Quick Strike], an agility based skill that allowed the user to gain additional speed and dexterity when attacking with the knife.

There was a brown and black leather armour, its design evidently made for the more lean combatants as it held the passive skill [Great Rush], which augmented the user’s movement speed, along with their reactions by 10%.

Skullius had been shocked when he learned that the armour was rare type equipment.

Analysing the armour taught him that it was probably because of this skill that it gave.

The word ‘Great’ in the skill made Skullius wonder if his own skill, [Greater Communication] and this one were somehow linked, after all, it was the only skill he had come across so far with such a prefix.

The last item he had gotten, was a grey coloured glove made with a semi-metallic material. It held the skill, [Brawn], which increased the force and power that Skullius could deal with blunt attacks.

“Alright,” Skullius said.

He was about to extract these skills from the items before him.

However, this was something that could only be done passively with his class as the Vehement Bone Nullmancer, which unravelled the concepts of the world before him.

And for that, he had some time to kill as [Flesh It Like You Mean It] had almost timed out.

Skullius couldn’t wait.

Strengthening on his base as opposed to focusing on his Insurgent Magnus for the moment wasn’t a bad idea.