After another hard day of work, I checked my status. The blue box’s presence was as comforting as ever, as it was normal, even with the idiotic regime. It looked like I had killed a little over a thousand monsters-my best this month. I didn’t know why, but I always couldn’t kill as many monsters in the month of Qualmata. I didn’t understand why, yet I never could find that many monsters. There was this myth that the gods were closer to the universe in Qualmata, and monsters were farther, so they had to journey through the god’s realm, where gods picked them off to advance, but that was probably just a myth. It was more likely to be something to do with the universe’s cycles.
Tighyt Sasomac
Human
Level 68
The Arbiter of War-Rare
365,432,425,891/7,272,346,024,814,100,000 Exp to next level
Health: 68,000,000,000,000,000/68,000,000,000,000,000
Mana: 68,000,000,000,000,000/68,000,000,000,000,000
Stamina: 68,000,000,000,000,000/68,000,000,000,000,000
Regen: 1,000,000,000/second in everything
Stats:
Strength: 6,800,000,000,000
Dexterity: 6,800,000,000,000
Perception: 6,800,000,000
Wisdom: 6,800,000
Intelligence: 6,800,000
Defense: 6,800,000,000,000
Endurance: 6,800,000,000,000
I still remembered being a small child, excited by ten stat points, which was what I got in each stat back then, per level. Now, he hadn’t leveled up in centuries, being the sentinel of this level 38 town. To those weak people who never got past the level 10 bottleneck, this town was dangerous. And that was eighty percent of the population. They really needed to get working, and the damn emperor thought it was okay to let a level 68 be the sentinel of a town of over fifty thousand people, whereas the tradition for millions of years before had been to let a level 75 do it. I really felt like going down in the caverns for a few decades and leveling up a couple times, but if the damn level 99 emperor found out, I’d be as good as dead. So I was stuck playing a bureaucrat during the day, while killing weak level 40 monsters at night, to stop them from killing those idiots. I had heard of a resistance against the empire, lead by a level 92, but once the emperor found their hiding spot, they’d be as good as dead. The difference after level 87 (yes, it was 87, an odd borderline, but it was because of essence compression or whatever) between each level was that high.
I went out to kill another monster, my 1,100th that day. As a sentinel of a level 38 zone, I was to let the guards practice on all monsters under level 40, unless they were extremely powerful. I found the monster, and killed it by smashing it. Hell, at this point, I could probably smash the city with one swing of my arm. The shockwave from it was minor, yet this city was stupidly weak. Back when I had lived in the capitol, buildings had been around level 80. The castle was level 98. Luckily, I only had a few damn decades left on my shift.
I spotted a level 72 monster. That would be fun.
I pulled out my level 75 warhammer. It was made of pure arcanite, the strongest metal besides Greatite, which only the imperial family had access to. I slammed it into the ground, creating a large earthquake. The monster jumped, and used the shockwave to try to land on me. I cut it with the edge of the hammer. I backed away from it, then used my hammer to create a giant hole in the ground. This monster was an oversized quasher, meaning it was quite stupid. It ran into my pit, where I relentlessly pounded it. However, after a few seconds, it jumped out of the pit. It bit at my knee, which was the highest the quadruped could reach. They were quite similar to dogs. It tore off some skin, but that was no issue. I was almost immune to pain. While it did that, I saw its back was exposed. I then whacked it as hard as possible in the back. It crumpled and died. I ran back to the city, reaching in less than two seconds. It was mostly fine, except one house was destroyed. I put it back together with sheer power. It wasn’t anywhere near the limits of my ability.
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I then went to bed. I hadn’t slept in a decade. Sure, my level gave me reduced human needs, but those needs didn’t go away until level 75. Though by the time you got to level 60, your needs were so minimal you theoretically could sustain yourself on magic for a century, though you’d probably die within three or four decades due to health problems it caused. My schedule was generally to sleep at least for two hours a decade, although I only needed an hour and a half a decade to stay completely free of issues from sleep. That was why sentinels of large towns needed to be over level 75, at least before this oppressive emperor took over.
When I woke up, the magic level was so minimal I screamed so loud I probably destroyed the entire city. I reminded myself to keep cool. I put myself on a magic support system, which was intangible without a perception skill of 5,000, which no one here would have. I got up, with my breath heaving.
It was scary to be on a planet without magic. I then left the small house. It said something in an unidentifiable script. I activated Polyglot, a weak skill. You unlocked it at level 15, and its requirements were simple.
It made no sense. It was in a normal script, yet it said “Hospital.” What the heck is a “Hospital?”
I decided it wasn’t important. Someone in a white shirt came up.
“WHAT! You aren’t discharged. You can’t just walk out of the hospital like that. You don’t know, or are you just playing.”
“Shut up.”
My words carried a hint of authority, trying to dominate the commoner. I said, “Commoner, you are in no position to order me. I am the sentinel of the town of Dolage, with fifty-seven thousand, five-hundred and sixty-eight people. I don’t care who you are. I don’t take orders from commoners.”
“I don’t get it. This is a democracy. Why do you sound like some noble from the middle ages?”
“Idiot. I may not be a noble, but piddling level 20 noble houses do not matter. I can squish them with a thought. I only take orders from a diamond-section.”
“What? What is level 20? What is a diamond-section?”
“I am a gold-section. You will treat me with respect.”
“Treat others the way you want to be treated.”
“Where is this? You treat a gold-section with respect if you value your life.”
“This is Los Angeles. Do you have schizophrenia? That’s how you’re acting right now.”
“I must speak with the king. Do you know how to get to Hasharth?”
“What king? There’s a president. He lives in Washington D.C.”
“Okay. Where are the good translocationists?”
“Ummmm… The fastest method of transportation is airplanes.”
“Where’s the nearest airplane?”
“At LAX, the airport.”
“Thank you. I might as well get you to level 10.”
I saw someone walking with a bag. I jumped in front of them. “Where’s LAX?”
“Ummm… Get a taxi.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
This Los Angeles place was very weird. I wished someone who had access to the system lived in Los Angeles, but no. I’m pretty sure this is a different kingdom. The president is probably one of the other three level 95s.
I yelled, “Give me a taxi so I can go to LAX! I’m a sentinel in the kingdom of Holthar.”
No one did. I asked around, and a taxi was this yellow version of what people here called cars, and drove on roads instead of carriages. I jumped to the height of the top of most buildings, and looked around for a taxi. I found one, and jumped in front of it. The person inside screamed. I opened the door.
“What are you doing, jumping from buildings and coming out unscathed?”
“Eh, I’m just a weak sentinel. Ask Los Angeles’s sentinel, for sure he or she will know.”
“Want a ride?”
“Yes. I want a ride to LAX.”
“That’s twenty dollars.”
“What are dollars?”
“You don’t know? Don’t mess with me. Of course you know that dollars are money.”
“What’s the dollar to Gwaditch conversion? Or if you don’t use Gwaditchs because they’re fifteen million Hwaths, how many Hwaths?”
“Ummm…. I don’t know those currencies.”
“Fine. I’ll pay in gold. I know, it’s stupid, but I’ll do it. Wait, I forgot, sentinels don’t trade with commoners. Give me a ride.”
“No.”
I put the driver under a compulsion with a spell to give me a ride to LAX.
For a split second, I sensed mana go from me to him, in an intricate pattern, though nothing that could be seen changed. It was done fast, and then things were back to how they were on the other world.
The driver obliged. "Of course, my lord," he said with a smile.
This was so much easier.
I got in, just teleported past all the things, and looked at the monitor. I found a plane that said it was going to Washington D.C. I teleported outside and held onto its side. It was too big, but it was probably fast. Soon, it started moving.