A Person with Morals gets Transported to Another World [LitRPG] [Satire]

“What are you and the others getting up to these days, Loftus?” Apart from thievery, I neglected to mention. I had my plate filled with a variety of options and I was unsure of where to even start. Was I to fulfil requests at the guild, practise my magic, solve the mysteries on my map, work as an acupuncturist, beg forgiveness from Frome, try to gain levels, or something else? I thought that Loftus’ activities might be able to point me in the right direction.

He started, “Personally, I’ve been busy with a lot. Mainly I’m taking monster slaying quests to farm XP. But I’m also trying to build my harem on the side. Sometimes I show up at the school to take classes too.”

That didn’t help at all. “What about your System and levels? Are you happy with what you’ve invested your LP into?”

He smiled and nodded. “Uh-huh. Completely happy. I’m going for an arcane knight type of build. Wanna see my status page?”

It annoyed me that he was satisfied with how he had levelled. I supposed he was lucky in the sense that his levelling up game did not rely on any luck at all. He had complete control over what he wanted to gain. “I guess I do want to see it.” I wanted to get a sense of where I stood in relation to everyone else. Just how far behind was I?

[Name: Loftus] [Age: 25] [Level: 30]

[HP: 1630] [MP: 535] [XP: 115,832]

[Body: 17] [Mind: 1] [Soul: 14]

[Titles: Hero, Spellsword, Slayer, Executioner, Fashionista] [Skills: Blinding Touch, Arcane Slash, Absolute Hero, Premature Explosion]

I saw that he hadn’t enabled the option to view things like GP and items in his status page. “What does the Fashionista title do?” I asked. It was the only thing of real interest to me.

“Erm, nothing important. Wanna know about my other titles instead?” he said, clearly hiding his embarrassment of holding the title.

“Not really.” If he didn’t want to talk about the title, then I did also have a passing interest in his stats. “Loftus, what differences have you noticed after raising your Body and Soul?”

“Differences?” He tilted his head to the side and pinched his chin in contemplation. “I guess I’ve gotten stronger and my spells are more powerful.”

“Yeah, I guessed that much. I meant are there things you can do now that you couldn’t do before? Or maybe secret menus in the System that you’ve unlocked?”

He shook his head. “I can’t really think of anything like that. I can jump higher. Does that count?”

I sensed that Loftus did not have the answers I was looking for, so I decided to move the conversation in a different direction. “Do you ever feel sorry for the monsters you kill? Do they ever beg you for mercy?”

“Sometimes, but I don’t really care about them. They’re just monsters. AKA walking bags of XP and collectible body parts.”

How heartless he was. Looking for any semblance of empathy I asked, “What do you think of trophy hunting? As in people who go out to mercilessly kill elephants and take their tusks as trophies.”

“You mean like back on Earth?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I think it’s probably wrong. I don’t really know too much about it though.”

If he did think it was wrong. That was progress of a kind. “If you think killing animals like that is wrong, why do you kill monsters so easily?”

His answer was quick and assured. “Because they’re two different things. Animals are animals, and monsters are monsters.”

He never thought deeper than surface level about anything. “What’s the difference between a monkey and a goblin for example? Aren’t they both similar in intelligence? What makes a giant rat a monster but a normal rat an animal? You wouldn’t hunt wolves, but you have no qualms about killing dire wolves? What separates the two?” I had heard Newmill explain the difference to me, but I wondered if Loftus knew. “Is killing monsters for their ‘loot’ and XP any different than killing rhinos for their horns?”

Loftus didn’t care to ponder the subject. “You’re thinking too hard about this, Yarm.”

“I think you’re not thinking hard enough about it.” I could see that Loftus had already clocked out of the conversation, so I tried to pull him back in. “Ever think about what stats monsters invest into?”

His eyes lit up. “That’s a good point. I’m guessing most mobs go into Body. I fought a goblin shaman earlier. I think they probably invested into Soul.”

“What kind of titles and skills do you think they have?”

“Oooh, I’m not sure. The fodder probably don’t have anything special, but bosses have some amazing skills. Like I was fighting this golem and—”

“Do you think they have level-up games just like us?”

His lips raised. “Hmm, I’ve never thought about it but yeah, they probably do.”

“They’re just like us, aren’t they?”

Realising where I was going, Loftus’ expression turned sour. “Stop trying to push this pro-monster agenda, Yarm. It’s not going to work.”

I shrugged. “Can’t blame me for trying.” Of all people, I was sure that I was the least capable of changing Loftus.

Right then, Blyth burst through the main doors of the building, carrying a stack of paper. Some sheets flew out of her hands and onto the floor when she hurried in. “Great news, everyone. I’ve figured out the specific benefits of Body and Soul.”

The members of the nightly meeting rejoiced. “Hurray!”

“And Mind, right?” I asked excitedly

Blyth looked at me sympathetically.

“And Mind, right?” I said softer.

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