The road to the nearest town, Oakenshield, was a well-trodden path that snaked through the lush expanse of Ateheeris's whispering woods. With the canopy above dappled with sunlight and the chorus of nature's melody surrounding me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the journey ahead. My footsteps were light, spurred on by the anticipation of joining the adventurer's guild and the promise of new quests that lay just over the horizon.
As I ventured deeper into the forest, the tranquility of my surroundings was occasionally punctuated by the rustling of leaves and the soft growls of monsters lurking just out of sight. It wasn't long before I encountered a few level 1 creatures, likely emboldened by the scent of a lone traveler.
Seeing an opportunity for some practice, I unsheathed Dominus, the weight of the sword in my hand a familiar comfort. The monsters, more nuisances than threats, provided a perfect chance to hone my skills and test out my newly acquired abilities.
The encounters were brief, each monster falling to the might of my blade and the whims of my infinite luck. With each victory, I could feel my mastery over my skills growing, the movements becoming more fluid and more intuitive. Yet, despite the numerous battles, I found that my experience bar remained unchanged—a clear indication that these minor skirmishes were not enough to propel me to the next level.
However, as I continued my journey, I noticed a subtle shift in my abilities. It wasn't a surge of power or a sudden influx of strength, but rather a steady accumulation of prowess across all my stats. It was as if the very essence of my encounters was weaving itself into the fabric of my being, enhancing my capabilities in a balanced and harmonious way.
Curious about the extent of this growth, I summoned the status screen, eager to see the fruits of my labour:
Class: Fortuna Ciphra (Mythical)
Level: 6
Health: 1200/1200 (120/min)
Mana: 790/790 (79/min)
Experience (EXP): 50/700
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**Stats**
- Vit: 120
- Str: 101
- Agi: 98
- Int: 79
- Wis: 91
- Luck: ∞
- Cha: 37
- F.I: 25
**Skills**
- Class Skills:
Fatesiphon - LV MAX
Destiny Blade - LV MAX
Luck's Gaze - LV MAX
- General Skills:
Speed Surge - LV1
Dark Bolt - LV1
A smile tugged at my lips as I perused the updated stats. "Not bad, not bad at all," I murmured to myself, a sense of satisfaction warming me from within. It was a comforting reminder that even the smallest victories contributed to my growth, shaping me into the hero I was destined to become.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees, I finally caught sight of Oakenshield. The town, with its cobblestone streets and warmly lit windows, was a welcoming sight after a day's journey. The promise of a soft bed and a hearty meal was more appealing than any treasure I could imagine.
Deciding to visit the guild in the morning, I made my way to the local inn, the Laughing Dragon. The innkeeper, a portly man with a booming laugh, greeted me with a joviality that was infectious.
"One room for a month, you say?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Yes, please," I replied, placing a single gold coin on the counter—a sum that would have seemed astronomical just a short while ago.
The innkeeper's eyes widened at the sight of the gold coin, but he quickly recovered, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Right away, sir! You'll have our finest room, and anything else you need, just holler!"
As I made my way to my room, the weight of the gold coin in my pocket felt lighter than a feather. "I am rich, hehe," I thought to myself, the amusement at my newfound wealth bringing a chuckle to my lips.
Settling into the plush bed, the softness enveloping me like a cocoon, I couldn't help but reflect on the day's journey. From the thrilling skirmishes in the forest to the simple pleasure of securing a room with a single gold coin, every moment was a stitch in the tapestry of my adventure.
With a contented sigh, I closed my eyes, the excitement for the morrow's visit to the guild lulling me into a peaceful slumber. In the world of Ateheeris, where danger and wonder walked hand in hand, I had found my path, my purpose, and, perhaps most importantly, a place to call home, even if just for a while.
And as the moon rose high above Oakenshield, casting a silver glow over the slumbering town, I dreamt of the adventures that awaited, of the legends I would write, and of the destiny I was destined to fulfill.