I Hate Systems

Chapter 599: Assimilating Data (part 2)

The party exited the dungeon after an hour, tired as they watched the dungeon maintenance staff hurrying about with various equipment, entering the dungeon.

Ruruka informed them, “All the monsters except the boss monster have been killed.”

“Great work, dear hunters.” The head of the dungeon maintenance staff shook hands with Ruruka as he spoke, “Please wait in the nearby room while we tally all the loot.”

“Okay.” Ruruka nodded as she entered a makeshift building situated ten metres from the portal.

The building was almost like a warehouse as on one side were six large containers. They were actually magic equipment used to store their weapons, armours, etc. Only B-Rank Hunters and above were qualified to buy and use such equipment, named Hunter House.

Their current party was composed of A-Rank Hunters, so everyone had one. 

Yecha unlocked her Hunter House, entering it as she closed shut the entrance, sighing as she unequipped her gear, placing them in holders meant for them. She then took a shower and changed into civilian clothes, exiting her Hunter House soon after.

She then made eye contact with Ruruka and Ferohar as all three sighed in unison, knowing very well of the argument that might arise next.

The three of them were of the same party. Ferohar was Ruruka’s younger brother and someone Yecha knew since childhood.

Their original party had disbanded a year ago due to some issues. Only the three of them remained after that. But to enter a dungeon, a minimum of six were required, and hence, they had to recruit freelancers to fill up the rest of the roles.

And, freelancers in the Hunter profession remained as such because no one was willing to recruit them into a guild.

This was because, despite their strength, they either lacked discipline, teamwork or had an irritating character, all recipes for disaster in a dungeon raid.

And, even if they were recruited into a guild, they were eventually kicked out as complaints regarding them piled up.

Only those at S-Rank and above were qualified to set up a guild and recruit more Hunters under their fold.

Due to this reason, Yecha, Ruruka, and Ferohar couldn’t set up a guild. And as their goal was to make one in the future, they didn’t join a guild either, saving up their finances for when they made one.

Yecha was a rather popular A-Ranker due to the versatility of her healing abilities. But of course, a healer was only as good as her party. And without enough party balance, the party members accumulated too much damage, causing her to run out of mana sooner.

And for the past year, the same had repeated multiple times, causing her reputation to take a hit.

“Is it for the best if I stay out of this?” Yecha asked Ruruka upon seeing the other party’s frown.

“No, you’re better at arguments.” Ruruka said, “So, it’ll be for the best if you were the one to head the discussion. Otherwise, they might ask for too much compensation.”

“A healer without any backing doesn’t have much weight in an argument though.” Yecha expressed her worry.

“I’m your backing.” Ruruka snorted in anger, “If they try anything funny, I’ll mess them up.”

Ferohar nodded while looking at Yecha, “If not for aunty Yecha, we would have ended up giving too much of our profits to the others in the form of compensation.”

“Brat, who the heck is your aunty?” Yecha snorted in anger, punching Ferohar in the face before flinching in response, for it felt like she had hit a wall, glaring at the other party, “Damn you!”

“Hehe!” Ferohar laughed, suddenly turning serious upon seeing Gulhirm exiting his Hunter House.

The remaining two, Bolgay and Shokolah too exited their Hunter Houses soon after. And, the moment he took a seat, Bolgay glared at Ruruka, “I could have killed that boss monster if your healer wasn’t so incompetent. I expect at least 25 percent of the profits from this exploration.”

“If you are so competent…” Yecha glared at Bolgay, pointing in the direction of the portal, “The portal has yet to close. Why don’t you rush in and kill the boss?”

“It’s a healer’s job to heal the attackers.” Bolgay said in anger, pointing at Yecha, “And you always failed to heal me on time.”

“You needed to be healed once every ten seconds. By that point, it’s not mine, but your incompetence.” Yecha retorted, “The healing standard of any A-Rank party is one heal per minute per party member.”

She then stared calmly at Bolgay, “And, how many heals did you require per minute? At least four.”

Ruruka then continued from there, upon seeing Bolgay shut his mouth, “A-Rank Hammer Warrior, Bolgay, your contribution was the least during this exploration. You constantly pulled the aggro towards you and made it harder for the Tank to pull it back to him each time.”

She then looked at Gulhirm, the Tank to ask for his confirmation.

Upon seeing the blame being directed at Bolgay, Gulhirm nodded immediately, “Yes, Bolgay constantly interrupted my Skills. My shield was damaged a lot as a result. I need more percentage of the profits to compensate for the repairs.”

“I’ll add two percent as compensation for a total of 17 percent,” Ruruka spoke.

“Too little.” Gulhirm shook his head, “If there were two Tanks, this is reasonable. But as I was the sole tank, I need 18 percent.”

‘Haah!’ Yecha signed mentally. This was a problem that happened all the time. Once a party completed a dungeon rain, the dungeon maintenance staff would collect all the loot and tally the profits.

In the meantime, the party members would discuss the percentage of profit split everyone would get. And this was where problems arose as everyone would ask and reason for more. Most of the time, this discussion alone would take more time than the dungeon raid itself.

As the obtained sum of profits was large, even a single percentage of profit was a massive sum. So, the arguments were pretty vicious.

Right as Yecha was feeling a headache, a voice resounded in her mind, ‘Morning!’