Fun fact: getting knocked out can lead to head-aches, nausea, and a white hot seething rage. As I awake in my cell I'm overwhelmed by the first two, and then the third. I appear to be bound with my hands in front of me and no leg restraints, so that's nice. The downside is that even if I had mastery of all magics, I cant seem to access my mana. If I had to wager, I'd say its the strange scrollwork on the manacles. Guess I'll have to use good old fashioned brute force and common sense to escape my captors.
My cell has a small grate in the corner, a relatively comfortable looking bed, and stone walls on all sides. The door appears to be wrought iron, and no, there doesn't appear to way a way to unlock it from this side, even if I could magic up a key. Seems as though they don't want me getting out. Sadly for them, that's my only concern at the moment. Well, that and getting my gear out of Trixies inn.
After a few hours a little slit opens up in the door and a tiny package comes sliding out. It reads, Dear Justin, this is Vekel, produce mana crystals if you want to keep eating, enclosed is the key for your manacles, fail to produce and we might forgot to feed you. P.S. no hard feelings, you were just an easy mark and those mana crystals sell for five times what I was giving you. FUCK ME, that traitorous son of a bitch, I thought. If I ever get out of here I'm going to feed him his fucking liver.
Well, might as well get started I guess. I quickly remove my manacles, and after rubbing my wrists to get some feeling back in them, I get down to business. At least I'm used to making these damn things by now. Crystal after crystal after crystal, I go through more crystal thank a junkie in the south. I make sure to imbue them and make them up to par with my old ones, but I don't make enough to drain all my mana. I keep about 10% of my mana on me and quickly burn through it practicing fire magic each time I make a pools worth of crystals. Speaking of which, I should really checkmy status, it's been awhile and this is one of the few advantages of being in this world. With a thought my status opens up.
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Name: Justin Brown
Level: 5
Experience: 1500/1603.125
Age: 18
Hp: 100
Mp: 321
Att: 5
Status: Unaffected
Str: 10
Per: 10
End: 11 (+1)
Cha: 10
Agi: 30
Luck: 10
Res: 6 (+1)
Abilities: Experience x5, Mana manipulation (264/1000), Mana Crystallization (466/1000), Fire affinity (22/1000)
Well fuck me, with an affinity that low I doubt I'll be able to kill a damn slime. Seriously, I need to work on that if I ever plan to get out of here. I don't know what kind of affinity and mana capacity I'll need to burn through a wrought iron door, but I don't think I'm anywhere near that. I need to buckle down, and work on controlling my fire. If only I knew how to enchant things! I could make mana crystals all day, enchant my boots or something for strength, and kick that damn door down. But then would I need endurance to match my strength? Wouldn't my leg just snap like a twig? That's a scary thought, but anyway, I need to stop wasting time and buckle down. These fuckers don't know who they captured. Time to make them pay!