Reborn in the Survival Adventure Game-Chapter 90: The New Life (1)

The morning air smelled like bread, iron, and a hint of monster slime.

Darin, a goblin teen, stretched in front of his small house. His old wooden spear leaned against the wall, chipped from yesterday's hunt. A bronze card hung from his belt, lightly scratched but gleaming with pride. freёweɓnovel.com

"Morning, Darin!" a human boy called from across the street, carrying a crate of vegetables.

"Hey, Luro," Darin waved. "Off to sell those?"

"Yeah. Gonna try the north market today."

Darin gave him a nod and turned to look at the street. It used to be quiet here. Just scattered huts, dirt paths, and silence. Now? Children ran with wooden swords. Smoke drifted from chimneys. A few shops already had signs, like Mira's Meals or Kara's Cloths.

He touched the ring on his finger—the status ring. Tap once, and it glowed.

Name: Darin

Race: Goblin

Class: None

Level: 4

Skills: Spear Handling Lv2, Quick Step Lv1

He grinned. "Not bad."

"Yo! Let's go questing!" a voice shouted from behind.

It was Venn, a dwarf with muscles like boulders and a big laugh.

Darin grabbed his spear and jogged over. "What's the quest?"

"Ten coins for four slimes. Let's make it quick before the sun gets too hot."

They weren't the only ones.

At the Guild Hall, more than twenty people stood near the board, checking quests and asking questions. Bronze, copper, even a few silver cards glinted in the light. The system was working.

Inside, Lirae was swamped at the front desk.

"Next!"

A woman stepped up, dropping a stack of beetle shells. "Guild quest—'Hard Shells', done."

"Name?" Lirae asked, already grabbing her quill.

"Sonya."

"Five beetles, that's twenty-five coins." Lirae wrote her name in the log and passed over a pouch.

Sonya smiled wide. "I'll treat my kids to real stew tonight."

A few houses down, in a sunny corner of the village, Mira stirred a pot of soup in her stall. The scent of wild herbs and slow-cooked meat filled the air. Her shop was only two weeks old, but already doing well.

"Three coins for a bowl!" she called. "Hot and fresh!"

Toma, the big farmer-turned-fighter, came by with his armor half-unbuckled.

"Your stew kept me alive yesterday," he said with a grin. "Got any left?"

"Always for you," Mira laughed, handing him a bowl.

He paid, then sat on the wooden bench near her stand. Around him, more stalls were popping up. Baskets of handmade rope. Tanned leather belts. Pickled roots in jars. One young elf had even started selling music carved into crystal disks.

The village was changing—and people were changing with it.

Near the training grounds, little kids lined up in front of Garin, holding sticks like swords.

"Balance your stance!" he called. "Don't swing unless you mean it!"

One tiny goblin, barely tall enough to hold his stick straight, stepped forward and swung.

"Too wide," Garin said, adjusting the boy's arms. "Like this. You'll get there."

From the sidelines, a few parents watched. Some smiled proudly. Others seemed nervous. But they stayed. They wanted their kids to learn.

"Some of them already got 'Basic Sword' skills," Garin told Zira, who was passing by.

She raised a brow. "Already?"

"Yep. Seems like even play counts if it's serious enough."

Zira smiled faintly. "This village's future might surprise us."

Back at the forge, Dorgrim hammered away beside his elf helper Eila. Status rings were still in high demand.

"How many more?" he asked.

"We just hit 980 sold."

"Almost to a thousand, huh?" Dorgrim wiped sweat from his brow. "I remember when we were just making nails."

Now? They had metal tools, armor, coins, cards, ranks—and a growing town.

At sundown, Darin and Venn returned from the forest, slime goo dripping from their gear.

"Four slimes, just like we said!" Venn laughed, handing over the proof.

Lirae counted. "Confirmed. Ten coins each."

As they walked outside, Darin looked at the coin pouch in his hand. "Never thought I'd earn money with a spear."

"Feels good, don't it?" Venn said. "We're not just surviving anymore. We're... living."

Darin looked around.

Torches lit the streets. People were trading, talking, laughing. A few kids played tag around the well. Smoke curled from chimneys, and music played faintly from a flute near the inn.

It wasn't a big city. It wasn't fancy.

But it was home.

And it was growing.