The fish was delicious. Lapia''s batter was a thing beyond what three-Michelin-star chefs could make. The meal was light even though it was deep-fried, which was a nice surprise.
I wasn''t one to care about calories all that much, but I did care about fitness and being healthy. Especially during my last years of sedentary lifestyle.
We ate inside the cabin, talking and drinking. I noticed Pokora''s face of uncertainty when looking at the fish. Probably a lasting caution from Earth. A silly thing, considering we''re literally on another planet who knows how far away. Though I never understood the nature of what made sea produce become so toxic to humanity, I had the inkling it was the rampant pollution. I had no proof, but neither doubt.
My life on Earth could be called simple. Boring at best, insanity-inducing at worst. Wake up, exercise, take a shower, buy something to eat from one of the many delivery companies that rose during the pandecade, work on projects for the game company for hours, play the piano for a while, connect to online lessons I enrolled into to kill boredom, watch a few streams, play games, and masturbate. Sometimes upload speed-drawings or art tutorials on video-hosting websites. Boring stuff, really.
After the meal, we Bonded with Pokora. It was a handshake as we did with the men. She was not a romantic prospect. At the moment, at least. I think it''d be a bit of a stretch to see every woman I meet as a potential lover, unless stated as such. The Church helps a lot with the system they came up with.
Galeia is a lung-filling breath of revitalizing fresh air. Sure, shit is weird. Magic exists, so do Gods and Halves which so far make no fucking sense to me. But it''s good. It''s better. Life is calm so far. True, a group of people tried to kill me, but it was more like eating the spiciest pepper in the world rather than stone-melting acid meant to kill me. Still, I''d pick being poisoned over committing mass genocide in Hell everyday. I don''t dwell on the morality or ethics of my actions during my trial too much, however. Not like I could have chosen a different approach, really. Hard to do when absolutely insane, in my humble opinion.
“Grar!” a growl woke me up from my deep thoughts.
Sonya was pushing my stomach with her big head, urging me to pick the wooden stick she dropped in front of me.
“I''ve spoiled you too much,” I concluded, looking into her eyes.
She scoffed at my words. Or something that resembled a scoff, anyway. Then, she pushed my chest with her left claws.
“You cheeky thing,” I chuckled, rubbing the scales on top of her head.
She licked my face and ran off, the sign that she wanted to play tag.
''Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'' Pokora''s flat voice entered my mind.
“What the fuck is that?” I wondered out loud as I chased Sonya down the shore of the lake. “Thats a pretty long word, but I have my own!”
I waited like an idiot for a response, then remembered messages are a once-a-day thing. I shook my head, thinking the woman wasted it for a silly thing like that. I just replied so it doesn''t count for me.
Sonya jumped high up in the air as I reached her, but I waited for her right where she''d land with a big smile on my face.
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She came down and I pushed her, making her roll to the side.
We played for a few minutes, chasing one another over the sand. Her stamina had dramatically increased along with her level since I bought her. Her scales felt harder, and her pushes felt stronger.
I was pretty happy with the Ratnak.
As we made out way back to the cabin, birds flew up and away as we approached. Sonya chased a few, and slapped a couple to unconsciousness. After leaving, birds surrounded it as if to protect it. I laughed at that, then scolded the lizard.
Back at the cabin, I took a shower to get rid of the sand and wore a simple skirt with a shirt. Then, I went to the backyard where Bromisnar was talking with Alyssa.
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They were talking about Yinka Plavas, the mysterious author of Kingdom Fall and many other books.
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The man in question rolled his eyes, and I held back a smile.
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This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.
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Both squinted at me.
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“it''s just a book,”
I clamped my mouth shut. Bromisnar laughed, grabbing his sides and leaning back.
“ancient beauty,
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Both nodded and resumed their argument. I walked into the cabin and went to the master room.
Lapia was laying on the bed, reading a thick book.
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I slowly walked to the bed, closing the door behind me. She raised an eyebrow and put the book to the side.
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She sighed as I massaged her feet.
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She shrugged. “I''m not a Warrior, Natasha. I can''t really help you with that, unfortunately.”
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I closed my eyes and dove into myself.
Forest Halve
Class(es)
-Hoplite Lvl 450 (Open Skills)
-Lancer Lvl 450 (Open Skills)
-Dragoon Lvl 450 (Open Skills)
Status
-STR: 5400
-CON: 2700
-INT: 675
-WIS: 675
-DEX: 4050
Health: 54000/54000
Stamina: 13480/13500
E’er: 13500/13500
I focused on the Hoplite Skills and picked one I used a lot.
I looked at another skill, from the Dragoon class. Gae Bulg. A few lines caught my attention:
Then, I thought about the possibilities.
I felt around both skills and noticed completely different patterns on them. That made me frown internally. I didn''t exactly have the time to explore around; the first time I advanced a skill costed me around twelve hours.
At least I had an idea of what to do. If it worked, it would mean I could throw spears with increasing momentum, which would be pretty strong if I got it right. Probably even reaching several times the speed of sound, which according to my shitty calculations would mean huge areas of effect.
I opened my eyes and noticed Yolin sitting next to me, Lapia was taking a nap, and night was approaching.
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