After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

Chapter 1177: More on Hirsuit Town

A few hours later, Rin sat in front of Doctor Volohov, who was looking at several pieces of paper. These were apparently his 'test results' from examinations he had breezed through the past few hours. 

Because the Lord herself sent him here, he was placed as the priority and passed several queues for the tests. 

Some of the queuing people looked badly at him, but then he hit a column and suddenly they looked at him pitifully. 

He had to stop a deep blush from creeping up his face.

While he admitted that he was unused to the look of pity rather than mockery, it didn't make it less embarrassing to be in this state. 

He wasn't always like this. Growing up, he took quite good pride in his reflexes, and he had been called dashing since he was young. He was on the rise in his hometown of Hirsuit, and had been counted as one of the most promising youths of their generation. 

It admittedly made him a bit arrogant and, at some point, he felt his hometown was suffocating. 

His Town had been stagnant for as long as he could remember. According to his grandfather, the last upgrade was before he (grandfather) was born—more than a hundred years prior. 

They also had so many rules that discouraged people from coming in, and only very rich merchants and strong mercenaries were allowed inside. If they wanted to settle down, there were a lot of requirements to be done, too. 

Anyway, even if life in Hirsuit Town was decent—the human instinct to look for more was still there. 

He knew there were bigger places out there. He had befriended some foreigners and found out about Cities, and they mentioned how Hirsuit should be able to become one soon, too. 

However, years passed and no changed happened. It soon became clear it wasn't in the plan at all. 

So—in what could only be called youthful arrogance—he went with some passing mercenaries to head outside for his first adventure. He joined the first Chancery he encountered—hoping to find a City to explore. 

Along with the Mercenary Hall, Hirsuite Town never built a Chancery in its lands at all. The fact that people could appear from one place to another in an instant was fascinating to him! 

Unfortunately, there was something the Mercenaries forgot to mention: The Level 2 Chanceries—which could send to cities—required the person to be Level 25 first. So… even after all this trouble, he was still stuck in Towns in the end. 

Rin was not even level 20 at the time.

To be fair, not everything was known unless one experienced it themselves. Mercenaries already had their groups and had no need for Chanceries, how could they know the details of one?

At first, he didn't seem so affected. He just needed to level up. Then…, he realized how superior his hometown was to others. Obviously, they were all towns, why was everyone so weak and poor here? 

Wasn't having a Class D weapon a standard for all guards? Wasn't every one of them supposed to get defense equipment to protect themselves? How were Lords here expecting guards to work best if they didn't bother giving them the basics? 

Anyway, during the next few years, he focused on leveling up to reach that requirement. He was well-trained and knew a lot of skills and techniques from back home so, despite his level not being particularly special, he outperformed most people. 

After a few years, he reached Level 24, and was even promoted to a Captain. 

In theory, he was rising fast and had everything under control. He had no lack of admirers, though he was mostly busy with leveling up to bother with others. 

He didn't even have the time to make friends, building an aloof image in the eyes of everyone. 

Combined with the fact that he had his eyes on getting hired in a City, and how his hometown was objectively far superior to any of the Towns he passed through… he became even more arrogant. 

He never bullied other people or anything, but he was definitely proud. He didn't want to team up with people he didn't approve of, and his language unconsciously betrayed how he didn't see them in his eyes.

Inevitably, he isolated himself. 

He isolated himself so much that, during a particularly strong beast mob attack, his team abandoned him as soon as things got a bit dangerous. 

He almost died and sustained great injuries—many of which even in his head. Fortunately, he always had a large stock of healing potions in his space. He downed a few bottles and managed to drag himself towards the gate. 

He even went to the Town Healer and completely recovered. 

Or so he thought…

Since then, he started to lose balance often—too often. 

He—who had been able to avoid attacks from odd angles—now bumped into inanimate objects right in front of him. 

He didn't absorb the change at first, telling himself they were accidents. But in his stubbornness he put himself in danger quite a few times and barely survived by using everything skill he had. 

Regardless, he was no longer able to do his job properly and he was getting too expensive for what he was worth. 

The Town Lord unsurprisingly didn't renew his contract and he was forced to re-enter the Chancery again. There was no indication of health or any other notes in the Chancery and, while he did feel bad, he also needed to make a living.

For the next few months, he'd encounter the same problem over and over. And because he was new, he was quickly dismissed as soon as the one-month contract was over. 

He even had to pay some damages when he accidentally brought monsters inside the walls, draining some of his servings.

What to do? He only knew how to fight, but even that was eluding him. 

Now… the Lord had sent him to this so-called "hospital", where he now sat before a scrutinizing old man whose piercing eyes seemed to judge his entire being. 

His eyes flickered, his heart feeling a bit of hopelessness.

Was she going to get rid of him too? 

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The aforementioned judgey-old-man was unaware that his professional appearance was seen as a guillotine about to fall.

After a couple of moments more of reading through his results, Volohov finally lifted his eyes and stared at his patient. 

"Did you get injured in the head?"

This made the man flinch, before nodding. "Yes, but I recovered well," he said, assuming that his stay here would depend on his answers today. "I used the best healing potions I had." 

He appeared quite confident in this. 

The doctor sighed, rubbing his temple. "You, young man, have a vestibular problem." 

"Pardon?" 

"You might not know this but the inner ear is responsible for both hearing and balance." 

The young man stared at him, definitely very confused. Volohov remained very patient. This was understandable as the Xenoan knowledge about what was going on inside the body was quite finite. 

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