The final course of their rich breakfast—sweet yogurt and syrup-filled rasgullas—marked the end of the feast. As Rahul let out a satisfying burp, Revati giggled softly.
She was a curious blend of fire and softness—fierce in spirit, gentle at heart. Perhaps she was finally beginning to let her guard down.
Rahul smiled back, but the moment was short-lived.
"Sir, would you be having anything else?" the waiter asked, stepping in.
"No, I'd like to settle the bill," Rahul replied.
"That would be 3 silver coins, sir."
Rahul paid at the counter. "Our esteemed guest, please visit again," said the owner, Mr. Haripada Banik.
Chuckling, Rahul motioned Revati to follow him out.
After a leisurely stroll through the bustling marketplace, Rahul took in the setting. It was lively, chaotic, and eerily familiar. A place caught between tradition and tension.
He spotted one of Kalidas's lackeys among the crowd and requested to be taken to him.
Kalidas greeted him with practiced grace. "Welcome back, sir. How can I serve you?"
"I've come to collect the horse cart," Rahul said.
He then sent Revati ahead to select the cart, trusting her instincts.
While she was gone, Rahul continued to probe Kalidas for details about the world he'd landed in—subtly, without revealing his true origins.
Kalidas shared what he knew: weapons, horses, and armor here were classified by tiers.
Weapons: T1 (Basic), T2 (Moderate), T3 (Warrior), T4 (Lord), T5 (Superior)
Horses: T1 (Basic), T2 (Medium), T3 (War), T4 (Supreme)
Armor: T1 (Basic), T2 (Mid), T3 (War), T4 (Lord)
The accountant's guards had wielded T2 weapons and worn T1 armor, while the horse Rahul had taken was T3—a war breed.
Though Kalidas couldn't confirm if higher tiers existed, Rahul suspected there was far more to uncover. His questions were layered and indirect, meant to keep his true intentions hidden.
Eventually, Revati returned with the selected cart—a sturdy one with two war-grade horses. It was time to leave.
Rahul bid farewell to Kalidas and turned toward the heart of the marketplace.
"So, we've got the cart," Rahul noted.
Revati confirmed with a nod. "Yes."
"I'll visit the barber and pick up some clothes before heading back."
"Alright," she smiled.
"Will you wait or go home?"
"I'll go ahead," she replied.
"Take the cart with you, then."
Before leaving, she hesitated, then offered a suggestion. "Having food at restaurants is expensive… and you're my guest. I should be arranging your meals. But of course, I won't stop you from spending your own money."
Her words made sense. Finances could become a problem without a steady income.
Rahul responded with a smile, "If you're willing to cook, at least let me buy the groceries."
She agreed.
To the onlookers, what happened next was almost magical. Rahul pulled out the boar he'd killed from thin air—his storage system—leaving Revati and a few market-goers stunned.
To her, it was sorcery. To him, it was game logic.
He handed her a gold coin. "Buy groceries for today and keep the rest for the week."
She left for the bazaar while Rahul made his way to a barber.
The barber was puzzled by Rahul's modern haircut request—it clashed with the long-haired, bearded look that symbolized masculinity in this time period. But he obliged, reluctantly.
Next came clothes. The tailor presented Rahul with traditional ethnic outfits, but Rahul asked for something similar to his jeans and T-shirt. The tailor called it "European dress," common among colonists. Rahul purchased two sets for 50 silver coins and placed a special order for ten more.
He also bought soaps and perfumes—luxuries of the rich in this era—for one gold coin. To Rahul, they were daily necessities. To the vendors, he was some noble from a distant land.
After a hearty meal back home—rice, lentils, spicy boar meat, and vegetable curry—Rahul took a short nap. Evening arrived.
He then turned to Revati with a curious request: "How are your shooting skills?"
She modestly told him she'd learned from her late husband. She could handle both firearms and a bow.
Rahul invited her on a hunting trip.
"But… it's almost dark," she hesitated. "It'll be risky in the jungle."
He reloaded his Kar98k and pistol with a confident smirk. "Don't you think I can handle it?"
She blushed, but nodded. "Alright."
➖ Ping ➖
[First shared kill: 2000 EXP + 4750 Soul Points]
[Shared kill: 25 EXP + 5 Soul Points – Rabbit]
[Shared kill: 250 EXP + 105 Soul Points – Deer]
They hunted with synergy—he tracked using his minimap, she tracked like a born hunter.
Even shared kills earned Rahul experience points. A new opportunity had opened.
Using his Assessment Skill, Rahul swiftly skinned the animals:
1x Deer Hide
2x Deer Antlers
1x Rabbit Hide
The meat was stored away.
The day had started with a shared meal and ended with shared blood on the forest floor.
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🔜 Coming Up Next – Chapter 7: Apex Bloodshed – Fury of the Jungle
The jungle holds no mercy—and neither does the beast that stalks Rahul and Revati. When an apex predator emerges from the shadows, bullets fly and blood spills. But this is no ordinary fight... it's survival against a monster built by nature and fear.
Wounded, outmatched, and on the brink of collapse, Rahul's only hope lies in instincts, grit, and a desperate final shot. Will it be enough—or will the jungle claim its prey?
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