“Leaving the devastation behind them, the terrifying trio aim to return to camp Sharpstone. Their journey had lead them in a large curve.”

“We are about here-ish. Right?”

‘If we move through here, we should only take two or three days to return.’

“I want to move through this region.”

‘What for?’

“I need more species and from what I understand, this is a new biome.”

‘Biome?’

“The land is a lush green color. So there should be different.”

‘This shouldn’t be a problem, But it’ll take an extra day this way.’

“You guys can go back by yourselves if you want.”

‘We’ll join you. I’m sure Tréjörð won’t mind. His sleep is especially deep.’

“The grand species is capable of regenerating lost limbs with ease. This is relative ease, as figures such as the Oh clan can do this near instantaneously.

The difference in body structures makes it harder on the mana consumption for Tréjörð. Our hero’s composition is even more complex but will heal even faster.”

“Is he this tired because he had to regrow his limbs?”

‘I don’t think so. His kind can regrow their bodies multiple times in the spawn of a day.’

“The exhausted tree has befallen to sickness of Vitalizing water. His drunken stupor bears consequence unknown to it.”

“He has a hangover? That’s actually hilarious.”

‘It is a sign of weakness to laugh at the sick.’

“On their journey back our hero’s eyes are exceptionally lively. Unlike his usual befuddled appearance his expression give of the sense of youth.

Behind this youthful exterior lies the savagery. Every creature see is hunted and killed. Their heart the prize.”

“They are also dropping some crafting materials.”

‘Is your profession that of a woodworker?’

“I don’t have a profession at the moment, but I was thinking about it.”

‘And?’

“And?”

‘What other profession will you partake in?’

“Huh. Well.”

“It is not uncommon to study many professions to make sure the want and will is there. Without passion, any intention sent to the world will be weak and muddled.”

“I was thinking engraving, enchanting.”

‘Enchanting is a grand profession. Its possibilities limitless.’

“You enchant right?”

“It is not unsurprising that Wraps of sorrow and despair has become familiar with our hero. His abilities not only shock, his demeanor leaves one furiated and interested.

Having acknowledge his power and apparent harmless personality and willing to save one of his companions, it is not unexpected that mutual respect is born.”’

‘My family is one of enchanters. Every person devotes themselves to it.’

“Hoh. Everyone?”

‘We come from long tradition of enchanters, my branch of the family focuses on multiple layered enchants.’

“Multiple layers. You enchant that cloth?”

‘That’s right. These wraps are our medium. It requires a large item to hold multiple enchants.’

“The days saunters on. On the horizon the sun begins to fall, its lumination waning.”

‘Some enchants can overlap. We have a thousands of enchants but only few can entwine and not cause the fabric or enchants to weaken.’

“The fabric looks to be endless. How large is the range?”

‘This I can’t tell you. Even with trust, some things should be left unsaid.’

“Alright, ok. I get it, gotta hold unto your special move.”

“Two days into their travel, our hero has already left a trail of death. His holdings keep the hold of a hundred hearts. A terrifying reality.”

“We should enter Sharpstone in a few hours.”

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‘I can only see people leaving.’

“Good to see you talking again.”’

‘The demons have left my mind. Their confusion gone.’

“That was one hell of a hAngover. I never heard of a three day hangover.”

‘This information is valuable to my clan. We can use this to force those stubborn trees out.’

“That’s a but cruel.”

‘These weavers are unscrupulous, Ji. It is your fortune not have them pester your.’

‘Whose pestering who?’

‘You weavers are pestering the great forest.’

“Camp Sharpstone has not expanded since the three have left. But some facilities have sprung up.

Every house appearing to be made from unorderly monoliths. Giving the entire camp a primordial charm. This is to be expected of the world, its tastes superb.”

“We’re finally back!”

‘There are so many people here.’

“While away, the many cities created by the first generation of gifted humans have all begun spinning their rusty gears.

Thousands eligible people flock to these cities in hope to partake in what was believe to be a bygone era. The era of rebirth. Like a phoenix, spreading its wings anew.”

“How can there be so many people? This should be a few ten thousand at least.”

“Standing at the high entrance of camp Sharpstone a great river of people conflux together and run around in hurry.

This is only a tenth of the total participants in this current upheaval. And that’s only considering out hero’s combative abilities.

Below his stage and above, this number can’t be estimated in the hundred thousands.”

‘It is good we were here early.’

‘This is too many people.’

‘Only a rigid tree like you would think this way.’

‘Are the weavers not known for their recluse nature?’

“Okay, while you guys continue bickering, I’m going to turn in my quests.”

“The camp has yet to expand further out, despite the increase influx of people, Instead multiple stations have sprung up, majority of which serve the purpose of quest givers. Mediators.”

“I can barely hear you, Narry. There is too much noise here.”

“There are no bazaars to buy and sell wares. These have all moved their items outside the camp, where the traffic is not as extravagant and clustered.

Our hero has lined himself up alongside the thousand others, waiting to either return quests or recieve them.

It would be surprising if many people have completed any quests give out by camp Sharpstone, as these objectives would be time consuming. This derived from our hero’s journey.”

“How can the air feel so stifling? We are outside.”

‘I don’t feel the air to be stifling, there is an odd smell however.’

“Why both are not wrong. It is the mana that is in a great chaos. With thousands of people contending for the ambient mana, it can cause discomfort.”

“Oh. Ye, this is a lot like when all those rock creature came in an avalanche. This is a lot worse however.”

‘I think people just stink.’

“Unlike our mana bathed deity, the tree and clothier cannot sense the ambient mana in the same way.”

“How long do you think we have to wait?”

‘The servers appear to be efficient, it should only take an hour or less.’

‘The ground isn’t accepting by roots. This place is not good.’

“While normal stone surfaces cannot impede a treants intentions, camp Sharpstone is imbued by the world.

The crowd, like a breathing creature never ceases to inflate and deflate. In this mess, our hero and companions wait patiently.”

‘How can I help you?’

“I want to return my quests.”

‘Certainly, give me your hand.’

“A device lights up and scans little Ji’s hand. This is directly reading his quest log and further delves into any related quest items.

A flash occurs and all quest items are extracted. In turn rewards are moved to his inventory.”

‘Thank you for your service. Any quest completed has been registered. With the quantity of people, new quests are given out and you have to inspect them elsewhere.’

“I understand. Thank you.”

‘Glad to be of service, farewell.’

“The process took less than a minute to complete and our hero daze only recovered when Wraps pushes him out of the way.”

“That was quick. I’ll wait for you two outside the camp by the broken tree.”

‘We will meet your there, Ji.’

“Exiting the camp is considerably faster than entering it, a steady flow of people merge like a stream to exit, a co-existing stream moves in the opposite direction.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt claustrophobic outside before.”

“Upon reaching the mangled tree, the victim of our hero’s vicious dismantling, our hero sits down on the bare ground.”

“Let’s see what I got.”

|Camp Sharpstone’s founder|

After exiting camp Sharpstone you receive hundred percent stamina regeneration and hundred percent movement speed.

Stats doubled due to Sharpstone founder title.

|Title: Sharpstone founder|

Doubles any active Sharpstone buffs.

|Life offerings|

In case of fatality, Life offerings diminish debuffs incurred.

|The Sharpstone stone|

The Sharpstone stone has been aligned with user Ji Aleksy. It’s mana requirements, level and other attributes are set to match that of Ji Aleksy.

|The Sharpstone stone|

Requires:

[Novice mana manipulation]

[Level: 666]

[Intelligence: 857]

[Focus:993]

Increased magic damage by three hundred and six percent.

Intelligence and Focus increased by one hundred and sixty seven.

Intelligence and Focus increased by thirteen percent.

“Bonuses apply to owner.”

Strength

🔛

1:0.01

Agility

🔛

1:0.005

Focus

🔛

1:1

Intelligence

🔛

1:0.5

Expected damage

Magic damage: 100 * 3.5

Kinetic energy: Magic damage * 0.8

“Example excludes the users attributes, other items or external enhancements.”

Initial hit: Magic energy

Secondary hit: Kinetic energy

A sharp flat stone that is capable of transformation. Upon being imbued with mana, the stone can be made larger or smaller

The stone causes mana based damage despite its physical appearance. This is followed by less than quarter of the mana based damage as kinetic force.

This weapon scales through Intelligence and focus and negligible physical attributes as it is not swung or thrown.

“Every foundation has a founder. One such founder is one Ji Aleksy, founder of Sharpstone.

It is the Sharpstone stone that represents its foundation. Heavy as it is sharp.”

| Founder Ji Aleksy. Elementalist. Mana fiend: Level six-hundred-sixty-six |

|Quest log|

|Optional: The reformed city|

“The ancient city of Heo has been reformed, but by who and how?”

Travel to the free city Heo and find out how the city was rebuilt.

Location: Portal room.

Difficulty: Medium

Reward: Tier appropriate item.

|Optional: The dying trees|

“What once was seven is now four. Felled but not forgotten.”

Explore the reason for the Seven tree forest deterioration.

Location: The seven tree forest

Difficulty: Medium.

Reward: Tier appropriate familiar.

|Optional: Master of fate|

“In the hands of the common. Fate can be weaved. Destiny forged. The future carved. The present distilled.

It is the hands of the common that hold all power.”

Become novice in two professions.

Location:

Difficulty: Easy.

Reward: Guidance.