"My back!"

Robert sits up from his stone bed.

"I should have made a bed that lasted longer so my back wouldn't ache."

Robert gets off his stone bed and sees the cave that he was sleeping in.

"It seems not many things have changed after I have slept for 6,000 years."

The cave he was sleeping in was a bit big. It also had a door that was covered up by a bunch of rocks.

He forcefully opens the doors and steps outside, only to find it nighttime.

"Perhaps I should go back to sleep."

After saying that, he hears a monster roar and screaming.

"Yeah, perhaps I should be ignoring that and head back to sleep."

As he turns around facing towards his stone cave, he hears the screaming come closer to him.

"Hey, Knight help me out! I'm getting chased by a 3-eyed Wolverine!"

Robert turns around to see a bearded man indeed getting chased by a 3-eyed Wolverine. Robert lifts up his mace and puts his heater shield forward.

"I suppose I won't be going back to sleep."

The bearded man runs pasts Robert and Robert does a full overhead swing on the Wolverine and smashes his head to chunks.

Name: Robert Gray Class: Merchant

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"Thanks for the help, lad!"

Robert turns to face the bearded man.

"So, why are you here in the middle of the woods."

"I was transporting some metals and hides to Glock."

"Are you going to sell it to a blacksmith?"

"No, of course not! I am the blacksmith! Anyways, thanks for the help young lad. Do you need anything, as a favor of gratitude?"

"I'd like to get transported to Glock and get my armor replaced with a stronger metal."

"I thought all knight armors are to be made of high-quality alloys or expensive metals."

"Well, I bought mine made of terrible grade iron, because I couldn't afford any better."

"Well, I guess I can replace your armor, though it would be made of cheaper metals. Also, I can get you transported as well."

"Thanks."

"No problem! It's kinda small for someone getting their life saved. Alright, follow me, my wagon should be in the direction of the wolverine."

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The bearded man starts walking back from where he ran. Robert looks down and rips out a small crystal from the wolverine's corpse. After that, Robert also follows him.

"So, what's your name young lad?"

"Robert Gray, what about you?"

"Galot Sarus."

The two men start walking in the forest while making twigs snap and leaves crumbled. After a while, they reach a dirt road with a wagon on it with 2 horses. Galot and Robert get on the front of the wagon and Galot starts the wagon along the dirt road.

Hours Later

Galot's wagon starts to slow down after it meets a line of wagons and carriages at the front of the South Western Gate of Glock. Glock is a city on a small lump of a hill. The main city is a place where the middle class and the noble family live while the peasants live on the bottom of the hill as farmers and miners. Glock's main part is of a triangular shape with 3 large towers and gates on the corner of the triangular wall with 2 smaller towers on each side with the main castle in the middle.

"Alright, we're almost there, just a couple of more wagons and carriages to go before we get inside."

After a couple of minutes, they get inside and go down a stone road. After driving the wagon down the stone road for a bit, they reach Galot's Blacksmith. Galot's Blacksmith was just your typical Blacksmith named Armor Glamour.

"Well, this is my store! Help me unpack all the metals and hides."

Robert and Galot get off the wagon and start unpacking rare and common metals. The pile contained Avisnium, Steel, Veskine, Iron, Mithril, Silver, Gold, Bronze, Copper, and other common and rare metals. The wagon also contained common hides. Most hides were Crimson Demise Wolves, Savage Slayer bears, and Nickel Rabbits. The wagon also had Rosy Brass Drake scales. There weren't many, but there were a few scales, enough to cover an upper portion of an average male's chest. The rats and small birds were too weak to be called monsters so they were just called rats and birds. Giant Slicing Hawks were one of the few exceptions of birds being classified as monsters by the Adventurer's Association.

"Alright, that's everything. Hand me your armor so I can use it as a scale."

Robert hands over his entire armor, not including his gambeson and mail.

"Damn, this cuirass and helmet are pretty fucking terrible."

"You don't have to remind me Galot."

"Alright, go do whatever, I'll go see if I can replicate this with better material. Jeez, this is some hot fucking garbage."

Robert steps out with his gambeson and mail still on him. In his pocket, he has only 30 copper coins.

"I suppose I should register as an adventurer so I can gain some kind of income while I wait. I think these stats could register me as an Adventurer."

Name: Robert Gray Stats: HP: 398/398 Strength: 56 Class: Merchant Level: 18 MP: 56/56 Defense: 63(+20) Age: 6,024 Stamina: 259/259 Speed: 47(-10)