The man had been in silence as the tears fell down his face. I suppose that I had said the one thing that he had been wanting to hear the most. The fact that his son doesn't blame him for his own death.

I watched as the old man slowly pieced his emotions back together. His face was far more serene that it was before. If I had met him like this, I would have mistaken him for the village elder.

I stood from the spot and walked back over and sat in front of the old man. His eyes were closed. I knew that he had sensed my movement, but he didn't do anything about it, meaning that it was alright to sit. I let out the tension in my lungs, relaxing into a comfortable breathing pattern.

"Old man-" I started, only being abruptly cut off by a fist to the face. I howled in pain as I clenched my bleeding nose.

"Fool. My name is Jett. Jettle Dragon." he said.

"Old-, I mean, Jett.." I said, literally dodging a fist. "I wanted to share my pains as well." Jett nodded in response.

As I started to speak, my voice trembled slightly. How could it not? This was a story that I held extremely close to my heart. All my life I had been dreading to speak of my past, but for some reason, I felt comfortable doing it within the game. In fact, this was less a game to me than a second reality. For the brief few hours I had spent in here, I already wanted to call it home.

I knew that the NPC in front of me wouldn't fully comprehend things that I had in my world, so I inevitably created a scenario that my parents were assassinated and I'm currently on a journey to find the assassins.

At this moment, the old man paused me, and walked back inside. I took the time to steady myself, as my legs were shaking and my lip was quivering. A few cold intakes of air did wonders on my exceedingly fast heartbeat, slowing it down just in time as he came back.

Jett gingerly set down a teapot and cups next to him. He then lifted a large log from the stack next to him (the uncut ones, if I never spoke of that), and set it down vertically. It was at least four feet in the air. I cocked my head bewilderment.

With a jump and a frontflip kick, the log was drilled into the sand below, sending it perfectly half a foot above the ground. The frightening part was that the sand underneath never displaced, not sending any sand into my face. I was less than two feet away and not a single grain of sand had moved under my vision.

I once again resolved never to piss this person off.

He, seeing my face, laughed as he placed a cup in my direction on the new makeshift table. He poured some tea, and then poured himself a cup. "Gangsin Root tea. It reduces paralyzing conditions, and relaxes the nerves."

Seeing his intention, I thanked him and took a sip.

It caused my entire body to comfortably relax, almost making me smile in response. I shook the intention to smile, however, and continued to sip the tea, preparing to continue my story.

The story.. Ah, that's right. It didn't just stop at my parents passing away. I continued talking about how everyone that I ever came across would support the actions of the assassins, as if it wasn't wrong and I'm in the wrong for questioning it. Eventually, I closed my heart from the world.

Every day was a life in hell. I spent over a decade with kids my ages and adults over thrice my age sharing the same glare towards me. I was seen as utter filth.

'This would be the only time in my life that I've actually told someone something like this, isn't it?' I thought.

Ending the story with an explanatory note, I then decided that I would 'travel' to the Destinia Continent, hoping to escape the hell back home. That's how I ended up here.

Silence filled the air after I finished my story, only broken by periodic clinks of the teacups on the plates below. The tea, I really have to say, is completely delicious. It reminds me of a mix of Green tea with a bit of Ginsing. Maybe a bit of cinnamon added on top. It's a really odd combination, but it works so well in this world.

When we emptied the pot, Jett set them aside by floating them with mana into the house. He opened the door and the pots floated in without him ever getting up. By now, I wasn't truly surprised at what the old man could do.

The old man stood up and rustled my hair, like a father would. I looked into his eyes that were filled with sympathy, and for some reason, I couldn't look away.

"Boy. I've decided. I thought I would never want to say these words again, but you've given me a change of heart. I'll bestow on you the power to remove those who are in your way. I will teach you the Way of the Dragon." the old man said, firmly resolving himself in his heart. I turned my head in confusion.

"Old man, thanks for the tea, but I don't want to-" I said, before abruptly being punched into unconsciousness.

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Let's change our story a little bit, focusing on a woman in the Kingdom of Aslad. This Kingdom is known for its wealth, and is the most popular Kingdom to start out in. What's the reason, you may ask? Simple. The King bestowed on the Kingdom, using mana, a passive ability that increases experience gains by 5% within the regions that is owned by Aslad. This may not seem like much, but when you're performing actions worth thousands of experience, the extra experience really adds up. It was one of the ploys used by the King to increase the networth of the Kingdom. The more adventurers that appear in the Kingdom, the more profit the Kingdom will reap. Simple, no?

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However, I've drifted off topic. Let's refocus back onto the woman in the Kingdom of Aslad. Her Final Destiny Online Character name is Tale. A very simple name that is a tale on its own. However, I'll let you in on that next time.

The woman is of high beauty, her hair tied in a ponytail that falls to her knees in length. A gleam of silver appears in her black hair from time to time, a trait of her race, the Moonlight Elves. The Moonlight Elves, also known as Melves from lazy players, grants high bonuses during the night time yet gives high debuffs during the daytime.

It's a race that is meant more towards solo-play because monsters in the night are more dangerous. Not just the lack of light that inhibits the crossing of terrain, but the monsters themselves are higher leveled. In the eyes of many players, it's a very stupid choice to choose Moon Elves as your starting race.

There's a tattoo of a yellow crescent moon in the middle of her forehead, giving her pale face a focus point, giving her beauty a striking feature.

To say that most men want her is a no-brainer. Most men in her life hound her daily, showering her with gifts. There have been occasions of the other party using force as well. Because of this, she's become a bit of an introvert, no longer speaking out of the required responses. No longer trusting eyes of the opposite gender. Even women want her, but since she doesn't swing that way, she never thought of the women wanting her. To be honest, she's a bit dull when it comes to love, but hey. Not all people are experienced.

She closed her eyes as she basked in the moonlight on the walls of the city. It was warming, soothing. As if she was in the Sun in reality, it was refreshing. She felt invigorated. However, that didn't let her fatigue fade away from the practice that she had just been doing.

Her practice was simple. Swing the blade until you drop. A very simple method of increasing the strength of the character.

Her class: Samurai. A very rare sub-class of the general Knight class. There have been topics on how to obtain this class on Nova forums, but most are just guesses related to quests involving very high up royalty. In reality, she had obtained it by chance while swinging her katana on the walls, occasionally taking a break to drink water and eat a piece of meat on bread.

When she was practicing, one day, a dark shadow approached her. Her senses picked it up, and she warily watched, blade in hands, as the shadow stepped closer to her.

"I see that you have a desire to be strong. I can make you strong, but at a price." the shadow spoke.

She shook her head. As a person who did not speak often, this was her primary communication; Body language.

"I see. I'll tell you the price if you want to hear."

Her ears perked up. She nodded, knowing that it would be of no demerit to know what she would lose. If she didn't agree, nothing happened, right?

"You can never form a party with any class, other than Empirical Dragon, an unarmed class. On top of that, you are not allowed to trade any other players, other than the Empirical Dragon class. The strength I will give, however, is parallel to none. Are you interested?"

To be honest, this wasn't that bad. She hadn't done any of that since she started to begin with. And what's with the strength that is unequaled?

She swallowed, nervously. Does this mean she could be stronger than everyone else? Such a thing..

She nodded warily, when a window appeared in front of her.

Stranger wants to give you a rare, hidden class. Are you interested?

She nodded her head again. A rare, hidden class? Definitely.

Your class has been changed to Samurai.

S-samurai?! That ultra rare class that the forum's keep speaking of?!

"Good, good. I'll be expecting much out of you, Samurai Tale." the shadow said, laughing heavily.

She held her breath as he vanished out of thin air, taking the darkness with him.

She picked up her katana excitedly, and vigor filled her body. She had never felt this before. Such strength. Such power. Was this the benefits of the class? This was definitely a cheat class, then.

She wondered about the limitations, however. It was strange. What class is the Empirical Dragon?

She shook it off and continued her practice with her katana, surprising herself even more at her newfound abilities.

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This ends Chapter 4. Hope you enjoyed.

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P.S. I'm absolutely terrible with tables, so there won't be much of those in this story. I apologize.

Until next chapter,

~Zen.