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You have acquired the skill book Basic Stream bullets
You have acquired the passive skill Dagger mastery
You have acquired the passive skill Blade throwing mastery
You have acquired the passive skill Acrobatics mastery
You have acquired the passive skill Battle Sense
You have acquired the passive skill Dodging
You have received minor health potion x4
You have received minor poison antidote x2
You have received lesser ogrebark’s essence x2
You have received old throwing knives x41
You have received 1 gold 10 silvers 96 copper
+1 Leadership
+2 Agility
+3 Dexterity
+1 Endurance
Quest Complete!
AH AH AH AH STAYING ALIVE STAYING ALIVE! [Rank: E]
Reward: 1 Gold
Look for the King to receive reward!
*Sigh*
I have now come to admire these little prompt boxes which have the audacity to notify someone of how easily they progress in this world. Back in the old one, nobody had the capability to measure accurately, and with great proficiency the process of becoming a force to be reckoned with.
No machinery would immediately tell you of your physical improvement and compile all of them to be visible only to you with but a single command…well except maybe virtual reality games. But those never went beyond the trial stages anyway.
Here though, things transpire differently. Here, everything seems measured by the numbers. I sigh again as I lack the motivation not to overthink.
*Sigh*
“June, you okay pal?” noticing that I looked perplexed and troubled, Pale put his arm around my neck, grinning at the slight discomfort I’m going through while perving one of our archers.
I smiled, trying to hide my bewildered mind while gathering my thoughts to what best explanation I could afford to provide. Straightening up my tattered clothing while checking the notifications blocking my view, I whispered quietly,
“You wouldn’t understand, Pale. You’re not taking things as seriously as I do”
“Then enlighten me”
“Fine then, I am trying to find how things work here in this world but there are too many variables. Too much danger and too much things we don’t know. Even if I explain why I feel confused, you wouldn’t understand. Even I myself don’t understand! I feel hopeless, not knowing where to begin.”
The others nearby started listening to our conversations while Pale made a puzzled look as I’m quite assured he did not quite comprehend the words I’ve said. Maybe he’s just offended that I judge him rather early of being a happy go lucky kind of guy in this world full of slaughter and deceit. Either way, I do not have the time to ponder less concerning matters.
I am now beginning to feel infuriated. Not by him, but by myself. Instead of finding out the answers to most of my internal questions, I find myself burdened with more.
I was not even idle.
Every moment since I came to this world, even when I’m fighting, I was at all times trying to comprehend the mechanics used here by the system. I immediately made plans to adapt to the rules of this unknown and mysterious world through observation and experimentation.
Here in Aetheria, levels don’t mean that much unless a gap too big to fathom separates you entirely from your foe, with the strict condition of how well you can aim and connect your strike. A Person with weak stats can land a vicious blow to a stronger adversary’s vital spot and make a mortal damage which basically could have the potential to end said person’s life.
Well unless ofcourse the adversary has the numerical superiority in his defense or in the endurance stat which intensifies the toughness of the skin and the ability of the body to withstand enormous environmental stress. Oh how I wish for you to know the plans I’ve concocted to which includes pain and endurance training of hell, sense training, and mana manipulation among others.
God I come up with a lot of good stuff!
Subjecting one to severe trainings and pushing ourselves to the utmost limit upsurges this endurance stat. I am however mindful of how this implies not only the physical but also the endurance of the mind as I found out while experimenting their statistical effects to us, the so called high-humans.
I came to this assumption after receiving a few endurance stats while experiencing immense pain, and after 3 hours of strenuous combat, some of my major stats increased by a few points as well. Fighting here in this world depends on how we efficiently bring the highest amount of damage possible to bypass the natural armor of our opponents.
Fortunately for us, the Devilings have shit for defense. This was one of the hypotheses I formulated while I was in combat with them.
I can identify things and beings with a closer level to mine but not beings with a few levels higher. The Devil-kin were level 6 with greater than a hundred health points. Our attacks against them were in the range of 7-18 yet somehow, they perish rather easily when we amputate their heads from their reedy necks, which dealt them a deathly blow.
Contrary to popular beliefs, the Devilings after perishing slowly turns to ashes. The sunlight was really not that friendly to their skin, burning the survivors alive with their most exposed parts being the first ones to go. If only they do not have conditions such as this, I would’ve captured a few, weaken and gag them first, and interrogate them later.
Who knows what valuable information these little critters are hiding which can be useful in the future. Dora and Gloomy seem to be in the same mold as I am as they want to dissect them and learn their anatomy to better torment them in the future, unfortunately the red horned experience bags disappear rather too quickly.
The others however, hold little to no interest whatsoever. Pale flirts unhindered with the elusive healer/archer named Faye. Ragnar’s in photoshoot flexing mode, Sunny is having a one way directed conversation with the swordswoman about striking techniques while she barely speaks at all, only replying with the occasional nod.
I on the other hand was occupied by thoughts about how mana works, how it is projected, are there more sources of power?, How skills level up and other queries
Questions such as these ferments my mind and more are piling up, unanswered.
“I see. I kinda get what you’re saying dude. It is not bad to think things through, but you are tackling problems all at once. Start with things that you know, one at a time. That might help you out a lot.” (Pale)
“Thanks man”
“Yeah, I am thinking in the same lines as well. My daggers took too long to finish those fuckers right? and only after seeing them decapitated that things clicked. Dora here made great volleys and one shot kills even if she didn’t invest neither in agility nor strength. And by the looks of it, you have received a new stat in the lines of Leadership or something right? Saw you flinching like you were looking at a prompt box after forming and commanding this party. I myself have acquired the perception stat. To be honest, I have many more unanswered questions, the same as you but you don’t see me worrying about it now do you? Anyways, you won’t find the answers by deducing them yourself.” (Gloomy)
“I don’t under-”
I was about to respond when Pandora cut me off halfway.
“He means, you idiotic fucktard, that those questions can be answered by talking to the people here and there and visiting their libraries and stuff. I know you want to adapt as fast as possible but- HEY! Howd you know bout my stats? I didn’t tell you nothing!” (Pandora)
“First of all, basic mathematical computations and basic psychoanalysis, Second of all, you were singing it. It is not my fault if you can’t get your mouth to shut up.”
We laughed as Dora tackled Gloomy all of a sudden. Pale then decided to end their wrestling match as we continued to move along. I guess I have been too shortsighted and the thought of people and archives eluded me. Hey! Speaking of archives, dear old Ostheroth may have mentioned one but never told me where to find it.
*Sigh*
Arghh! The frustration of being bestowed with incomplete information is killing me. Ohh! There are still box prompts further in my left periphery, might have forgotten those.
Level Up!
Level Up!
Hurrah for the additional stats!
As I was the one leading the resistance, I obtained lesser experience points as I only fought with wild abandonment when we were in a dangerous situation. The other party members advanced to the fourth and the fifth level as they were the ones who fought in the frontlines or the ones who dealt the last killing blow. I however was too much busy making sure not to fuck up the formation and to make sure we only take few loses, hence, lesser levels for me. But I am not doing this for them, no sir. I’m no Samaritan, and I ain’t Gandhi either.
I am making an investment. This is one of my evil schemes.
You have received minor stamina potion x15
‘huehuehue’
*internal villain laugh*
I am not a hero, and I don’t aspire to be one. I only wanted to be like one of the James Bond villains that explain their evil plans for everyone to see, only to be thwarted in the end. Except for me, that’s where all the fun is at, the part where I make contingency plans. It’s the moment I can turn the tables in favor of my interests.
I don’t like the spot light either. Too bright, too much exposure makes it hard to make your move. It’s like playing the role of the queen in a chessboard match. You may have the versatility, the power and the danger you’re associated with but it makes you the focus of the enemy. It makes you predictable. It makes you lose the element of surprise. Trust me when I say you must stash hidden trump cards up your sleeve, a few maneuvers to trick them, and several escape plans.
I like to play in the shadows like a puppeteer. The hidden one that fastens the strings. The one controlling the movements of the limbs. In short, the one who unfolds and directs the chain of events to transpire.
A true villainous schemer.
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Juuust kidding~
I’m not that dark you know. I don’t really harbor ill thoughts. My only and true scheme is to build me a team. Companions for life, the perfect crew that the world will come to know as
The Power Rangers!
I kid.
You have acquired the title Scheming Tactician
Scheming Tactician
You’re as sly as a snake and cunning as a fox. You prepare and handle situations with a calm mind and calculate plans with greater than 40% success rate.
When equipped, this title bequeaths you internal vision of a bird’s eye view of your surrounding with you at the center. Extends only a few meters
+1 Leadership +2 Wisdom
Your party will have +1 level increase on their attack skill mastery as long as they are within the meter range
Do you want to equip this title? Yes/No
“Yes”
I admit I am not perfect. I have several than few flaws and I can’t do all things by myself. That’s why I need other people’s expertise. The way I see it, we are a potential team. We are quite balanced with roles unique only to ourselves.
Gloomy was in. he was the first to notice my plans. He’s keen and very observant. I sometimes wonder if he’s a shrink, a Psychiatrist in the old life. He has this amazing ability to read people and I am confident he knows if a person is lying or not. The second to know was Red. Don’t be fooled by her insanity, behind those devilish pranks and crazy eyes are the split-personality minds of evil geniuses. She’s in too.
I asked Gloomy’s opinion on the matter as we walked side by side, reminiscing the earlier fight. He told me what judgment he has to what the others may choose for a class.
“By their outlook, I guess Ragnar’s going for the sturdy berserker class, Pale might choose the Paladin class, Sunny a knight, Crazy bitch wants to dabble in magic, Swordswoman a swordswoman, Faye and the other archer are rangers and I want to be a rogue thief or an assassin” (Gloomy)
“Hmm, makes sense!” I snorted as I picked a scroll from the ground
You have acquired the skill book Basic Flame ball
“And I suppose you would want to be a rogue as well, seeing that you despise direct confrontation, a plotter and along with that dark personality of yours I assume you’d be good at it.” Gloomy followed up with a smirk while picking up spoils as well. A lesser antidote potion disappeared into his storage ring in a blink of an eye.
“And I thought you’re that good of a shrink. I am disappointed, how much have you really read through my ploy?”
“…No, don’t tell me you-” (gloomy)
You have received minor mana potion x7
“Every one of us are choosing different classes so why would you think I’d go for the same primary class as you? In my plan, that would be detrimental in the long run you know”
I whispered as I picked up another deviling sabre. Gloomy kept staring dumbfounded at me with his mouth gaping open. He understood. Damn, this kid is really good. I can maybe make use of his abilities if I can persuade him to make his secondary a merchant subclass
“YOUR’E GOING PRIMER ON A SUPPORT CLASS?! Oh shit, sorry.”
He screamed, scaring the already traumatized survivors of the earlier purge. The party members focused their looks at me like I’m some dumb person, wasting my combat ability to just assist some strangers. Some were relieved that one of their stronger rivals in the future are reduced by one.
“Well, someone’s gotta do it. Even Navi, EG, and Secret don’t win the Dota 2 international without a support hero”
“And I thought I was crazy! Do you know how much effort it takes to increase the skill levels of non-combative classes?! It may take years!” said Dora
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“Rome wasn’t built in a day you know, ahahaha”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? Support class skills are harder and slower to level!”
“Then it must be my lucky day that I was the only one who chose Crafting as one of my trait blessings”
I laugh at their priceless expressions as I imagine their shock as they realize that I planned this to begin with. It took time for them to see that I was arranging to form a permanent squad. Amongst our internal squabble, a human campsite far up ahead with a small army was now on sight. Apparently the king is with them. We hasten the pace to finally claim the reward of the quest.
By now, no one is complaining that I took the initiative to make commands earlier in the fight as they now know of my aspirations and the benefits they have are more than what I acquired. In that situation where anyone can die at any given moment, not one of us became selfish enough to stock dropped health potions for ourselves while fighting. Health, mana and stamina potions, a few hours ago, were flying left and right as everyone took care of each other, not letting the formation crumble.
We walked ever slowly, scrapping loitered corpses for more loot. We scavenged for the storage rings of those people stupid enough not to add the revival trait to their repertoire and split the plunders, seven rings each. The unbound rings melded with our originals, each adding additional 50 slots. I now have an interspatial ring with 400 slots. Still not enough though as the slots were quickly occupied by junk
I must admit that after wasting almost three hours of our lives, the spoils we gathered and the experience we received were not worth that much. It took at least more than half the potion loot, ten level six critters to get to level two and thirty more to advance to the next level. All in all it took us 40 each to get to the third level. The frontliners were really lucky, they get to kill steal most devilings. All of them are level 5 or a few points short of that level.
I can imagine the displeasure of the high humans all over this new world of what they’re about to find out that they have to fight strong level three minions only to find out that they give only an additional half a decimal to their experience bars. I can also imagine that besides our group, only a selected few made it past the second level.
If these people are at all thinking, they really should’ve chosen the revival trait. After calculating the casualties, I assumed that out of the ten thousand high-humans lodged here in the south, only a quarter of that made it to safety. The others either perished or as of now starting to revive. Those daredevils, those unfortunate souls should wait a year for their cooldown to be restored before doing some life threatening activities again.
The boss Deviling, a Winged Ogre, as I found out later, was thwarted by the personal knights of King Christoff of Heinguard. Oh how I pleaded to duel with that boss class monster and procure some decent items but we were a tad few minutes late. Enduring the glaring stares my burnt out team is giving me gave me an obvious clue that I may have well been the first to fall by mutiny if ever I made them continue battling off steam.
What scary teammates. They have neither love nor respect for me.
You have received a small cracked Ruby gemstone
You have received an unidentified ring
You have received Rusted Sabres x5
Dispiritedly dragging my tired limbs, we made way for the southern clearings along with a few survivors and the recently revived. Amidst the vegetative overgrowth and the long walks, we stop once in a while to pick up dropped items on the ground and in the long run, literally reach the camp site.
The King ambled in our direction as squabble of nobles briskly followed, escorted by the knights and the royal guards. I sensed a great amount of pressure from the guards as I made a quick identify directed at them only to be met with their birth names and a lot of question marks.
“Heh~ they must be high leveled” Gloomy muttered while making a nervous sweeping glance towards the people pacing towards us. I confirmed that in our team, only Faye and Pale (and the other extras) doesn’t have the skill to confirm identities.
“Yep, Our identify skills are not high enough”
added Dora as she prostrate herself and knelt. Bewildered and shocked at the same time, and not knowing what to do, we followed suit.
That cracked bitch actually knelt! Like, bowing down in kneeling position, she knelt, no, WE knelt. Like what the fuck?!
I was half expecting her to do something dangerous like throwing a fireball up his majesty’s nose or punching his balls or slapping his bum but not this. I never would have expected this. Not by a long shot.
King Christoff held a surprised expression for a moment then looked pleased as his majesty proclaimed himself with a booming voice
“Hahaha! welcome welcome! My dear children, my name is King Christoff Heinguard the fourth, the Valiant, and the ruler of the kingdom of Thessascus! I bid you great tidings as I undertook it upon myself to help you in your endeavors!”
Congratulations on unravelling the quest!
Reward: 1 gold
Please go to the medics to tend to your injuries, go to the cooks to have a satisfying meal and then proceed to the readymade carriages that will transport you into the city!
You have received 1 gold
The King majestically waved his hands as they welcome us near their camp. The quest prompt from before notified us that the quest was cleared. He is a stout middle aged man beautified in attractive middle age renaissance trend of royalty garments and adorned with expensive jewelries. His crown emanates divinity and gave the man the aura of a noble being.
We now, the kneeling idiots, are hereby proclaimed by her majesty, the Queen of England, as the queer spectacle of most people present in the vicinity. Some Descended even laugh on how stupid we all looked while in genuflection. I wanted to lift my body but decided against it as it was too late now and decided to just play along.
“Hoho~ this is a first time high-humans decided to kneel before me…Most of you lot seem to have the notion that you are much superior than I! as you have the blessings of the Gods themselves, but you people...”
+2 Fame
Familiarity with King Christoff Heinguard the fourth, the Valiant, and the ruler of the kingdom of Thessascus has increased to 20%
“Permission to speak your highness!” squeaked Dora
“Aha…so the lady talks, speak! Any of you, and by all means!” The king magnanimously announced. I guess we owe Pandora one. The bonus familiarity and the fame ain’t that bad.
“The Goddess of the earth, her magnificence, Goddess Gaia herself sends her regards and told me to counsel a king named Christoff to keep serving the people with pride, honor, and benevolence and applauds your efforts to help us High-humans in the path of seeking knowledge. My name is Pandora, a servant of the Goddess herself and in my old world I was but a royal princess of the Moonlight Seal Heavenly Cloud Palace, but not anymore after stepping in this world. I know the value of giving face to the reigning ruler of Thessascus and I was pleased that the king is really what my Goddess has described.” (Dora)
(WAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH ASDFGHJKL! WAHAHAHAHA HUHUHU HUWAAAAA)
Eternal screams of deep agony from laughing too hard, crying with a confused expression and shouting from the cringe of the Dora’s cliché antics all at the same time nearly betrayed my passive outer face as we, especially I, barfed to the outrageous slandering being committed, with me as a face up witness.
Calming myself, which believe me was a bit impossible right now, and thinking fast, I accessed the parts of my memory into where the section of my knowledge of this world resides. Aetheria-Trait-Blessings-lists-Gods and Goddesses-ATLANTIS!-fuck! male or female?-gamble-male it is! No-wait!
“Aye! Her Excellency, The Goddess of the Seas, the Great, the Eternal, Her Royal Majesty the Goddess Atlantis as well, gives you her affection. I, June, her loyal servant was tasked to convey these words. ‘The Ocean port to where the trade is high and the bountiful sea harvest aplenty shall never wither for many years to come…dear Christoff?’” I bluffed as if my life depended on it.
Stares of utmost astonishment reverberate as no one made a sliver of a noise. Mouths were opened ajar and don’t seem to be shutting anytime soon. The silence is in fact deafening as the bulging eyeballs of my party and the cringes they direct to the two of us were loud and clear with the actual words in the lines of ‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?!’ and/or ‘WHAT IN FUCKS NAME ARE YOU DOING’
Thousands of people lined up behind the horse drawn carriages all stopped and gawked at the site of a few oddballs spatting nonsensical words. Others are in the verge of laughing when the aids of the king shouted an alarm.
“Your Majesty!”
“King Christoff!”
“My Liege!”
The king nearly fainted with a blank expression visible on his face while tears continually flowing unstopped, besmirching his makeup and alerting his subjects.
“When...The Goddesses…they did...How, why…Is it true?...”
“I swear it on my life your Grace”
Dora alleged using a deadpan, expressionless, poker face which could deceive even the detectives and the FBI. I bet even Gloomy, if she didn’t know Dora beforehand would probably tell you she’s telling the truth. I was fortunate enough to bluff a goddess myself. We were at an impasse. After a while the king stood up and announced
“Lord Marshall, please serve these fine young gentlemen and ladies the best the Kingdom of Thessascus has to offer. Clothe and feed them and have them aboard the flying ships-no, not the carriages. Ah yes, I would like to have more tête-à-tête with princess Pandora and would like it if we are not disturbed. June, is it? I would love to speak with you some other time as to give face to your Goddess. I bid all of you adieu.”
The king held Dora’s hand as they escaped the crowd, followed by the guards and the nobles. We were already standing but our mouths are still agape. The crazy bitch glanced at us, smirking in her full on princess mode, one of her alter egos which is surprisingly believable. The noble in charge graced us with respect, even more so than the other Descended.
Familiarity with King Christoff Heinguard the fourth, the Valiant, and the ruler of the kingdom of Thessascus has increased to 30%
+3 Fame
We were happily led by Count Marshall De Lacroix to the shower rooms to bathe our stench away. Awaiting at the side of the pedestal-like benches were our prepared fancy attires. Too noble for my taste but they’ll do until I acquire the tailoring profession.
The shower tent for men was in the opposite side of the women’s, a few feet from the stable of the garrisoned warhorses. There’s a sign warning us that all men must be naked inside said establishment. Large buckets of bars that I assume were soap were displayed a few inches near every nuzzle of a shower stall embedded with small curtains. We washed ourselves in daze as no one talked too loudly. The muscle brothers’ mouths were still opened. Gloomy’s mumbling about why he didn’t mention the name of Ouroboros, the God of Poison and snakes. Sunny’s relieved that nothing bad happened, humming sweetly as good fortune had befallen us. And there I was, looking lifelessly at the ceiling like a skeleton without a soul.
“June, I literally can’t remember anything that happened 20 minutes ago”
“As did we” (Gym bros)
“So did I” Sunny whimpered
“…Me too”
We all sigh as we wipe dry the bubbling water from our bodies and equipped the garments in the benches. I can’t remember the time when I sighed too much in one day. A few more days such as this and I’m sure my endurance stat would be filled up till the brim.
It was almost noon and they are starting to pack the things in a colossal Galleon floating in midair. It was extensively decorated with carvings of celestial angels everywhere with the mast covered in alloyed metal. Dozens of what appears to be magic cannons lined the boundaries of the ship, stacked in four rows and a few dozen columns. The star board was starting to be filled with machineries, tent materials and utilities, along with horses and our portable shower planks. A large Crystallite rock is imbedded at the posterior rear. Must be the power source
The sails golden, irritating to the eyes and the vertical flag of the Nation of Thessascus, a blue downward bastard sword with wings in white background with blue lines in the sides, was intricate and quite regal.
We were surprised as we entered the airship as it was almost the exact composition of the old world’s ships of the past like the ones I’ve seen at the pirates of the Caribbean movie, only a few times larger.
The army as well as most of the High-humans already left for the capital while we sit in a round table near the end of the mess hall of the ship, chatting with the palace servants and the cooks. Pandora and Mordred are yet to be seen, probably dining with the king somewhere. Pale even jest about how Dora is spewing and feeding the King with not only the food, but her body as well. Ragnar kid on how the king is being manipulated by that crazy wench someplace.
We were addressed as ‘master’ of the servants of the king. They were nice people. I’ve learnt a lot about the kingdom as we chattered. One bloke named Gaspar even promised to teach me the ways of the food. He is the head cook of the palace and every dish he makes is more divine than exquisite. Bonuses to stats in the double digits prompt me as I ravage the food in my front. Gloomy was talking in the corner with the bard about the history, the people and the places of adventure. That sly boy was raking in more information than an intelligence agent! The bard was too drunk to realize he’s being extorted of secrets, down to the names of the hoes of each of the head of the noble families of this country.
There really is profit in being friendly.
After stuffing ourselves until we bloat, we converged to the upper deck, where every corner of the place was lined and littered with soldiers of Heinguard.
After being satisfied, me, with the knowledge of the cooking, tailoring, farming, fishing and smithing professions, Ragnar and Sunny with knowledge of the battle classes, and Moody with the knowledge of, well, assorted information we held a meeting. Pale was late, too busy ‘playing’ with a few of the maids and the girls are still nowhere to be seen.
“Guys, since we’re doing this, I want to know your thoughts about subclasses. They are non-combat support classes available to everyone and since the other archers aren’t participating, the eight of us should collaborate and diversify. All approving say aye”
“Aye” (all)
“Ragnar want his to be mining!”
“Thief/treasure hunter for me” (Faye)
“Pale said that he’ll do cooking, Dora’s Alchemy and I’ll want to be a merchant” (Gloomy)
“Mordred told me she wants to do tailoring, as for me, wood working would be nice” (Sunny)
“Then I’ll do the smithing and, history, cartography and archeology. I’ll act as the tactician of this group. All in favor of the
respected classes say aye”
“Aye” (All)
“Hey, are you sure you want to have a non-combative class as a primary? No offense but to be honest I don’t want the leader of this team to be a weakling”(Gloomy)
“Who said that I want to be a leader? I said tactician. There will be no leader, so all decisions must be consensual and approved by most member to inhibit fighting amongst ourselves. ”
“Huh?! Unless I am blind I’m quite sure you were the most skillful-” (Ragnar)
“My skills are better spent elsewhere, you guys are all powerful in your own right. You are geniuses of your respective soon to be classes, but I can’t plan adlib strategies if I am busy fighting in the frontlines. And believe me, you all will be more thankful if I’m watching your back. It will increase our survivability”
“Correct me if I’m wrong but you know what will increase our survivability? Stop Dora from distracting us while fighting” (Faye)
The guards near us can’t help but glare at our robust laughter. The chilly wind is being replaced by a warm gust of wind, enveloping us in a comfortable embrace as we embark in a journey towards the capital. We internalize the magnificent view of a midsummer’s day, thankful for the Gods that we survived. We were approaching the capital as the land became plains of green, gone are the mountains and forests foreseen. A sailor ruined the moment of nature’s bliss as he yelled
“STEADFAST MEN! WE BE NEARIN’ MOTHERLAN’ N’ HALF EH JIFFY!”
Memories of how I got here played in my mind as I awoken in the trance like daydream. I still have 2 lives left. Better start looking for trouble soon…
Chapter 4 end.
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Hi! sorry for the long post.
You don't really think i wuz gonna leave you with a weak trashy MC would you? hahaha stay tuned for fmore chapters in the future.
*Spoiler alert*
he gunna be a jack of all trades in the future :))
hehe.. i ruined the plot