Reincarnated as a Farmer Gamer: Rising to the Top with the Evolution of the Weakest Job that Only I Know About!? - 9.1

Since I started going out hunting, my family’s job has changed.

Dad mainly takes care of the fields, and the prey I bring back from hunting is handled by Mom, my younger brother, and sister for disassembly.

Seeing my brother and sister eagerly volunteering for disassembly made me feel a bit complicated as their older brother. But when Sophia smiled brightly and said, “I’m happy because the meat you hunted is delicious, big brother,” I decided to support them sincerely.

And actually, being a disassembler is more profitable than being a farmer. The main reason is, of course, taxes. Farmers have an eighty percent tax rate, which is much lower for disassemblers, resulting in higher income.

Although they haven’t been taught their professions yet, since they’re Dad and Mom’s children… it’s almost certain they’ll be farmers.

It’s said that farmers and the children of farmers are almost always farmers.

However, even as a farmer, if you improve your disassembly skills, it’s possible to quit farming and become a disassembler.

If Mom becomes a disassembler… taxes will be lower, making life easier.

But even more than that, if I keep hunting like crazy, there won’t be a problem! I’ll blow away that eighty percent!

Today, when I was about to go hunting, a rare visitor arrived.

It was Gran, wrapped in bandages all over his body.

“Hey, Beryl. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

It’s been about two months since we last met, and I was wondering if he’d disappeared with the materials, but maybe he got injured and couldn’t move.

“What happened to those injuries?”

“Don’t worry about it. More importantly, it’s about the weapon. Yours. It’s amazing. Come and see it. Although it’s only my first year… I made something that you’ll probably never be able to make in your lifetime!”

Huh? He made a weapon despite those injuries…?

I followed Gran and arrived at Brian’s workshop.

The back of the workshop was filled with heat like a sauna even after work was done.

On the large table in the center, there was a black scythe.

“I made you wait! This is the scythe I made this time. I made it resemble the large scythe you were using when you were fighting that big guy! But… it got a little bigger.”

Of course. Because the size of a scythe is usually about this size.

Probably, in order to forge, you need skills, and everything classified as a large scythe should be this size.

The reason why my grass-cutting scythe was small is that, strictly speaking, it’s a one-handed scythe, and the big ones used by Dad and the others are one-handed large scythes or two-handed large scythes. In contrast, the combat scythe—commonly called “size”—refers to two-handed large scythes, and they are always this size.

“Gran made this…?”

“Yeah! Dad helped me, but… I made it with all my might!”

“Did you make that wound… while forging?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s because I’m inexperienced. And… it’s the first time I’ve been so engrossed in something. It doesn’t hurt or itch.”

…Without knowing that he had been trying so hard, I was jokingly thinking that he had run away with the materials.

Moreover, considering the age from his previous life, he’s much younger… It’s a little embarrassing to think about my actions.

“Hurry up and try holding it!”

“Y-yeah…”

I was pushed to stand in front of the table.

Illuminated from the outside, the black blade sparkled.

The first thing I thought when I saw it was—it’s beautiful.