RGRB 25🔐

Episode 25.

Yuel’s Request

Illusion has many villages.

Lete Village is the beginner’s village.

It helps beginners adapt to the Illusion system, housing only the basics.

Users who have grasped the system there move on to the next location:

The Regrian Estate.

Recommended levels range from about 30 to 80.

Nearby are hunting grounds and dungeons for similar levels.

Coming here means earning the reputation of “Wow, now you’re really playing Illusion.”

“Finally arrived at Regrian Estate.”

“Phew… it wasn’t easy coming here. How long did we walk? Feels like all day…”

“But still…”

The two users who had struggled to reach Regrian Estate marveled at the scenery.

The grandeur was different from Lete Village.

Starting from the fortress walls, to buildings and roads around, everything was on another level.

Above all, it was vast.

“This is real fantasy!”

“So cool. All the hard work was worth it.”

“And the noble lives in that distant castle, right?”

One user pointed toward the castle at the far end.

One distinction from Lete Village was that Regrian had noble NPCs.

Legrian was a noble’s territory ruled by a lord.

“What would a noble NPC look like?”

“Probably a powerful ruler like in novels—fat and rich.”

“Yeah, strong and arrogant. Not caring what others think.”

“Sounds about right.”

“I want to meet one. Curious.”

“Don’t. You’d just hear ‘How dare you dirty my eyes! Kill him at once!’”

“Hey, that’s not me.”

“You sure? Look in the mirror. Where’s your conscience?”

The two bickered while entering Regrian Estate.

Contrary to their imaginations, the powerful lord NPC, Regrian Lurian, anxiously bit his nails.

“This is bad… really bad! What do I do!?”

“Lord, calm down. Stop biting your nails…”

“B-butler! Can you calm me down? Look at this!”

He showed a luxurious wardrobe.

But its condition was plainly bad.

The door was broken and creaked, one section was damaged as if struck.

The butler shut his eyes tightly.

“You should’ve drunk and slept quietly… Why suddenly this… sigh…”

“If the lady finds out, he’ll be in trouble?”

“Probably… yes.”

The wardrobe belonged to the lord’s wife.

A cherished gift from her mother on their wedding day.

Having it damaged meant…

‘If she finds out, he’s dead!’

Considering her temper, no one knew what would happen if she discovered this.

“Why are you staring so much?”

The butler alternated his gaze between the wardrobe and the lord.

Why so focused?

“Well… I was checking if this wardrobe could be used as the lord’s coffin.”

“…”

“Honestly, if he gets caught, he’s dead… To save money, using the wardrobe as a coffin might be…”

“Quiet. Before you save your salary.”

“Yes…”

The lord cut off the butler’s nonsense sharply.

But judging from the wife’s terrifying behavior so far, the risk was real.

‘The only option left…’

Was to fix it before being caught.

“Butler, the repairer?”

“Already summoned. Shall I bring him here?”

“Immediately!”

“Understood.”

Shortly after, the butler brought the user.

Without even an introduction, the user immediately examined the wardrobe.

“Huh?”

Ding!

[To repair the wardrobe, “Furniture Repair” skill is required.]

[Required Skill Level: Furniture Repair LV. 15]

“Gasp!”

“What? Why not repair it?”

“Well… sorry, but I don’t think I can repair this wardrobe with my skill.”

“What do you mean!?”

“Furniture Repair skill must be level 15, but I’m only 10…”

“Not skilled enough?”

“Yes…”

“Is there no other way?”

“Sorry.”

The user bowed his head.

Without enough skill level, there was nothing he could do.

“Any other repairers?”

“None with a higher skill than me nearby. If any, they’re far and would take time to arrive.”

“Ugh…”

The lord groaned.

There was no time.

His wife would return in a few days.

If not fixed by then, who knew what would happen.

“I guess I’ll be going then…”

The user left.

Despair filled the room.

Then,

“Lord! Th-there may be a way!”

“There is!?”

“Yes! We heard of an outsider in Lete Village who repaired harps uniquely. Maybe asking him would help…”

“Can he fix it?”

“Nothing to lose. We’ve got to try.”

“True…”

Thump thump.

Ding!

[Completed Comfortable Dining Table Chair.]

[Experience with Star Hands and Star Craft skills slightly increased.]

[Job experience gained.]

[Dexterity +1]

“Huh? Dexterity went up?”

Arlen wiped sweat from his forehead and opened his status window.

[Status Window]

Name: Arlen

Level: 30 EXP: 35.55%

Job: Star Carpenter

HP: 3,100 / 3,100 MP: 1,300 / 1,300

<Stats>

Strength: 30 + 7

Stamina: 26 + 5

Agility: 11 + 3

Wisdom: 10 + 3

<Special Stat>

Dexterity: 145 + 41

Remaining Stat Points: 4

His dexterity was very high.

Since his house felt empty, he had been making furniture often, naturally increasing dexterity.

“I forgot to allocate stats. Let me put them into dexterity first.”

He allocated the earned stat points to dexterity and closed the window.

“Hmm, the chair’s well made.”

Arlen glanced at the chair.

[Delicious Dining Chair]

Grade: C

Description: A masterpiece chair made by a skilled carpenter for comfortable dining.

Made by rare master craftsmanship.

Usage condition: [Understanding 100%]

Durability: 660,000 / 660,000

Options:

HP recovery speed +250% while resting

MP recovery speed +250% while resting

Food effect +20%

<Hidden Option>

Food duration +50%

‘Looks well made.’

Arlen smiled with satisfaction and looked around his house.

It was now filled with various furniture he had made for a decent look.

‘Unintentionally mine now, but still my home.’

Arlen had started the game for a reason—to have his own home he couldn’t have in real life.

Though the village chief’s house was not intended, it became his property.

‘I can’t leave it empty.’

So after work, whenever he had time, he filled it bit by bit with furniture.

Wardrobes, tables, beds, etc.

He initially planned to make only a little, but became unintentionally enthusiastic.

“Village Chief? Finished?”

Alfredo entered through the door.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“Wow… you really made all of this? You said you’d just make a bed and wardrobe at first…”

“It was more fun than I thought… before I knew it… hahaha…”

“Very unique.”

Alfredo shook his head in bafflement.

“What is it?”

“Ah! You have a guest.”

“A guest?”

“Yes. Someone named Yuel from the Carpenter Guild came.”

“Why is Yuel here…?”

“Arlen!!”

At that moment,

Yuel, who normally guarded the quiet Carpenter Guild in Lete Village, rushed like wind into the village chief’s house.

“Yuel? Why here…?”

“Sob! Arlen! Please help me!! Please!!”

Yuel knelt instantly before Arlen and bowed her head deeply, as if practiced a hundred times.

“Yuel, please get up. Why kneel like that? No need for that.”

“Hehe… sorry. It’s just that nowhere else would help unless I did this much.”

“…What do you normally do?”

“Haha… our guild is poorer than expected. We’ve had various troubles.”

Arlen looked puzzled.

“A guild can be poor?”

“Our branch is. You know how few people we have. So the support funds are limited, so we’re struggling…”

Yuel smiled awkwardly and explained.

Guilds, like companies, distribute support funds according to performance.

Without results, there was less support.

So Yuel always lived in hardship and begged here and there.

‘Life is tough everywhere.’

“Please sit first.”

“Okay.”

Yuel got up and sat in Arlen’s chair.

She ran her fingertips over the armrest.

Smooth surface without a single snag, natural wood grain polish.

Her eyes shifted slightly.

“This chair is so comfortable. Did you make it, Aren?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Your house felt empty, so I made furniture in my free time.”

“Wow…”

Pressing the chair frame with his palm, Aren felt its slight elasticity.

Not just sturdy, but designed to naturally distribute weight when seated.

‘Amazing. I’ve tried, but…’

It was on another level.

An uninformed person might say chairs are all the same, but knowing is seeing.

‘Almost no nails used? The fit joints method you showed me? Still no wobble. The wood was cut accounting for warping.’

Yuel examined the armrest carefully.

Not just decoration, but fine curvature crafted for comfort.

How could one make such chairs?

Admiration escaped without effort.

Ding!

[Uel admires your skills greatly while looking at the chair.]

[Yuel’s affection toward you increases.]

‘Huh?’

Unexpected popup made Arlen tilt his head.

“Yuel?”

“Ah, s-sorry! I… cough cough!!”

Startled, Yuel coughed dryly.

Alfredo handed her a prepared cup of water.

“Here, drink this.”

“Ah! Thank you!”

Yuel bowed her head and lightly sipped the water absentmindedly.

Suddenly,

Pffft!

Bitter taste.

Oddly musty, with an unknown herb scent spreading.

Familiar yet unpleasant.

‘What is this… It’s tea, but tastes like raw grass!’

Arlen asked.

“Alfredo, what is this?”

“It’s new tea I got. Supposed to be healthy… smells like soil is the highlight…”

“…Are you sure this is made for people to drink?”

“Me? I like it very much…”

Yuel quietly put down the cup. Very quietly.