Chapter 4: Recruiter
<span style="font-weight:400">The room shed in an array of bright colors, Drake feeling the woman’s hand slowly disintegrate out of his.
<span style="font-weight:400">Chuckling nervously at her words as they echoed in the back of his head like that of a shout in an empty hallway, clenching the now empty hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking around he was lit in a multitude of colors, the room nowhere in sight, the lights fully epassing him and even the floor. Having it fade away in a simr disy of beautiful cascading light.
<span style="font-weight:400">But somehow he was still able to stand upright.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake assumed he was now being transferred to the tutorial zone that the construct woman had mentioned. Both anxiety and anticipation wracked his body and mind, his hands slipping ever so slightly at the cold sweat forming, both moving to wrap too tightly around the wooden staff the introduction had given him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking down at the staff he had ast-minute thought.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">If she didn’t tase me and I wasn''t so caught up in it possibly being a dream, I could have asked a lot more important questions.....</i>
<i><span style="font-weight:400"></i><span style="font-weight:400">The rays of light began to dissipate, eventually clearing up his vision, revealing a vast dense forest. The earthy smell of the wild and trees. The sounds of rustling bushes and branches, and the cacophony of animal noises in the distance filled his senses.
<span style="font-weight:400">But the next?
<span style="font-weight:400">The next were vibrations to his ear he could have done without. The sound of crying and weeping, shouts, and muffled screams reaching him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake quickly turned to his left and right surveying his surroundings, bing disoriented from the motes of lightsing and going around him. Soon revealing more and more people. The sound of cryinging from some on their knees, obviously confused.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What is going on?! I’m supposed to be at my boyfriend''s condo!" one woman said, her face a mess of smeared makeup. A cudgel in her clutches as she looked around desperately, the expression on her face cemented in terror and confusion.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Tyler! Where are you!? Tyler! This isn’t funny buddye out! Daddy isn’t ying around anymore!" a man screamed at the top of his lungs, seemingly looking for his lost son. A long iron sword in a hand, a shield in the other.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked around at the panic on people''s faces, some walking around shouting names in search of others. Some falling to the ground once the motes of lights revealed them, looks of despair and confusion much like the woman before. There were also many who held smiles and eagerly looked at the new weapons in their hands, some holding swords, others bows with quivers on their back a small knife at their hip, and others with the same staff Drake held. Then there were some that held maces that Drake could only think of as the cudgels the system so fondly described, marking them as healers.
<span style="font-weight:400">He panned over therge congregation of people that had appeared. The motes of lights flickering out, finally finishing the transportation. Noticing a tower of a man standing over the crowd of people, his orange hair rough, and husky build a testament that he was someone Drake was going to stay far away from.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake noticed through the chatter and yells that some of the people were not speaking English. He could pick up words in Spanish, German, and even Korean in the crowd.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">I guess it’s true. The whole world got pulled into it. At least there isn’t someone speaking Tagalog. Oh and that I’m not going crazy. Dodged a bullet there for a few more years. Drake thought sarcastically.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">While Drake tried his best to cope with the sudden realization that he wasn’t dreaming, a hand sped onto his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey man, do you know what’s going on here? Some really hot babe forced me to fill out some stuff and told me I was going to be sent to some tutorial. Are we in some kind of shared hallucination or something? Where the fuck is this?" the man asked rapid fire.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake was forced to turn to face the man, surprised at his strength. Drake wasn’t exactly a gym junkie but even with all his sedentary habits of ying games, entertainment, and his art day job.
<span style="font-weight:400">He still went to the gym at least three times a week and ate healthily - OK, somewhat healthy - so he may not be named Arnold but Drake was no slouch.
<span style="font-weight:400">But this man grasping onto his shoulder was of a thinner build and slightly shorter than him. And the strength he disyed clearly disproportionate to his appearance.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake noticed the sword in the man’s free hand, and panic quickly started to pit and knot his stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I only know as much as you do. Let go of me will you, you have the grip strength of a silverback and it''s starting to hurt," Drake demanded.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man released Drake’s shoulder apologetically. "Sorry, sir! Sheesh, I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on, and where that chick went…" continued the man.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I’m not a sir, kid. I’m 26. And didn’t you ask the construct any questions at all? We had a whole hour," Drake asked, raising an eyebrow.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man clicked his tongue and muttered under his breath. "Fucking boomer… No, I wasn''t really listening. I mean, I kept trying to get in the chick’s pants after she forced me to pick some game ss. I just chose the first one that came up so I could keep talkin’ to her."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake put his hand over his face listening to the man. He looked no older than 18 and he was clearly more clueless than he was, not even listening to the construct. What was this guy thinking only focusing on chasing tail when he was obviously in a unique situation?
<i><span style="font-weight:400">His mind wandered. How did all these other people fare then during the introduction? I hope not everyone was like this kid, or we might be in big trouble.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking over the crowd again. There must have been at least a couple thousand people here. Most of them looking just as confused as the person next to them, but he could again see some milling around and talking to others. And some groups were starting to form over the confusion.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake scratched the back of his head with the staff nervously as he began to walk about himself. Thinking about what he should do, the only direction he had was the quest in the corner of his vision.
<b>[New Avable ss Quest. Reach Mage level 10 for advancement]</b>
<b><i></i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">This is telling me what to do in the short term I guess but I still don’t know enough about what’s going on. Drake pondered, again regretting getting tased and not being able to ask more specific questions.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Doing his best to gauge the area they had been put into, Drake continued to walk around. Hearing suspicious rustling in the bushes now and then.
<span style="font-weight:400">As more and more groups began to gather, only a small few walked off into the dense unknown forest surrounding them.
<span style="font-weight:400">He needed to get a better grasp of his stats and own situation before he even tried to leave. He didn’t exactly like the sounds of the forest that he was hearing. Distant yelling, grunts, and animal cries.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Stats first. And I was so excited I never asked or figured out how my magic skill worked. He thought.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Still walking, something in the back of Drake’s head was telling him that staying still wasn’t a good idea. He began going through all themands he knew for games in his head.
<span style="font-weight:400"><i><span style="font-weight:400">Character Sheet. Stats. Status?</i> <i><span style="font-weight:400">Ah, there we go!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> He thought. A familiar blue window popping up in front of him
<b>[Drake Wallen]</b>
<b>[Race: Human]</b>
<b>Tutorial Alias [Shot]</b>
<b>[Base ss: Mage] Level 1</b>
<b>[Vitality] 17</b>
<b>[Strength] 10</b>
<b>[Dexterity] 26</b>
<b>[Intelligence] 24</b>
<b>[Wisdom] 25</b>
<b>[Endurance] 9</b>
<b>[Skills] Basic Mana Bolt [Rank NG]</b>
<b>[Titles] NA</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake looked over his stats for a moment. His Mage stats were his highest, he assumed from the ss bonus. Meaning he was starting around 13 on average originally for his stats.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">So how do I quantify these stats? Was that guy earlier a Warrior? That must be why he was so strong even though he didn’t look it. And why does my skill not have a rank? Drake wondered, but before he could continue another hand grabbed his shoulder.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake turned again to the person who had stopped him. Grumbling inwardly that he was getting tired of being touched.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey there! I’m Chris. I’m forming a group so we can figure out what’s going on and finish these ss quests together. I’d be happy if you’d join us." the man said, pointing a thumb over his own shoulder at the small group of people gathered behind him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake cocked an eyebrow, looking over the man’s shoulder at the people. He was certainly fast and good at gathering people. There were a little over 20 people already following him around like little chicks. They all had different weapons in their hands, some swords, some bows, cudgels, and staves. Most of them held swords though.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wondered if that was just because people didn''t know any better in the introduction and just picked the first choice that came up, or if everyone had just seen SAO.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking back at the man talking to him. He was taller than Drake, so Chris was at least six feet. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and an athletic build.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I’ll pass. I’m more of a solo yer," Drake lied, turning to walk away. He was already wasting too much time figuring out the stats and skills that he hadn’t gotten a chance to ask about in the introduction. What the construct said at the end still tugged at the back of his mind. He needed to hurry up and get to grinding but he kept getting interrupted by random people.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before Drake could walk away the man grabbed his arm again. "You <i><span style="font-weight:400">shouldn’t</i><span style="font-weight:400"> go alone, it’s safer if <i><span style="font-weight:400">we</i><span style="font-weight:400"> stay together. <i><span style="font-weight:400">We</i><span style="font-weight:400"> don’t know what’s out there. <i><span style="font-weight:400">We</i><span style="font-weight:400"> should work together to finish the quests," Chris said, pushing the issue to persuade Drake to join.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake waved off Chris’s hand, rubbing his wrist from the strength of the man’s grip. "<i><span style="font-weight:400">I</i><span style="font-weight:400"> don’t have to do anything. Where the hell are your manners, who raised you? Going around demanding people to join you. Good luck, but no thanks, I''ll be just fine alone," Drake retorted, Chris frowning in his response.
<span style="font-weight:400">Chris was right, Drake admitted.
<span style="font-weight:400">If this was just a game staying together was a sound n and probably the smarter choice. They would have more people and more sses, they even had Priests, which Drake assumed would get healing spells if they didn’t already.
<span style="font-weight:400">But. Drake not only just didn’t like this guy, but he was aplete stranger. The way he had talked to him was too demanding and entitled. He knew these types of guys who were a little charismatic and could group up people to benefit themselves. Chris kept saying ‘we’ but Drake knew he meant ‘I’. And there was also that…
<span style="font-weight:400">He reminded Drake of those people in games that would party up because it was convenient for a kill quest. They would need 15 of some monsters, and party up to finish it. But they would always steal thest hit on the quest mob and then end up leaving right away when they were done. Not caring if the people they were partying with finished. As well as some things that were best forgotten from his personal life. And again all of these people were strangers, there was no telling what would happen if he haphazardly joined an already established group.
<span style="font-weight:400">What if they decided to just gang up on him at the drop of a hat? He had seen one too many tropes like that in games, tv shows, and movies to fall into it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake again began to walk away as Chris muttered something under his breath. But a loud scream brought the attention of all the remaining people to a man being assaulted by some furry animal alone on the edge of the gathering.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Help! Someone help me! What the hell is this thing?!" the man screamed.
<span style="font-weight:400">The animal on top of him was biting ferociously at the man’s arm, scratching and wing to reach him. It looked like a little man? No... Monkey?
<span style="font-weight:400">The man continued to scream as everyone looked on, not sure what to do. Drake may have thought it was a small monkey but in truth, it was still around half the size of the man.
<span style="font-weight:400">The monkey-like thing dug into the man more and more as he screamed. Copious amounts of blood beginning to fly out of the man’s arm as he screamed again for help.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally, out of nowhere, the tall giant of a man walked over and grabbed the monkey by the scruff of its neck. The monkey iled around helplessly in his grip.
<span style="font-weight:400">The giant held the monkey at eye level as if inspecting it. And after a moment threw it up into the air and swung the sword in his hand through it in one strike, bisecting the creature. The parts of the monkey fell to the ground at his feet, a pool of blood forming around the corpse. The giant didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest but frowned at his sword. Even from the distance Drake was, he could see why. The sword had snapped at the base.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Was that giant’s strength so massive that the basic sword couldn’t even handle it?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake chuckled lightly to himself at the scene. Watching the man throw the sword away and walk over to a small tree. The giant gripped the trunk of it and pulled it straight out of the ground, roots and all. Shaking off the dirt and cleaning the branches he made a makeshift club, walking off into the forest.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Yeah, that guy isn’t human. Definitely staying as far away from him as I can. Is he a superhero or something, maybe his name is Hercules. Haha… Drake thought to himself, still chuckling wryly.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake walked over to the monkey''s corpse, walking past the man, and seeing that he was still kicking just fine. While many other people went over to see if the man was alright.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking at the corpse up close it was definitely some kind of Monkey or Ape, but it was one he had never seen on earth before. It had grayish fur with patches of ck here and there. But its face was that of a bat more than a primate. Its nose crushed and turned up, and its eyes were beady ck, most notably were the tworge fangsing from its mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before Drake could inspect the creature more a new notification came into his peripheral.
<b>[New Subjugation Quest. Kill 20 Vampiric Apes]</b>
<b></b>
<b>[Reward: Experience, 2 Random Sub-tree Stones]</b>
<b></b><span style="font-weight:400">Drake smiled at the ssic game quest-like dialogue.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">So it was a Vampiric Ape? Simple naming sense. He thought.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake noticed people starting to look over and gather around him now, their eyes lighting up a little as they got closer to the corpse.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh, seeing the corpse was the trigger for the quest? I need to get going then before these things all get hunted down. I don''t want to fall behind! He thought.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">He began to run off into the forest away from the groups, his eagerness guiding the way. The thought of danger was an afterthought in the presence of being the first toplete the quest. Hearing a voice behind him yell as he did. "Hey, everyone look at this weird ape! Looks like it triggers a quest."
<span style="font-weight:400">While wondering why someone would announce that instead of keeping the information to themselves to get a head start, Drake continued to run until he was well away from the groups of people.
<span style="font-weight:400">Huffing a bit at the extended run, he leaned against a nearby tree. Slightly surprised he hadn’t run into anyone or any of the Vampiric Apes on the way. Usually, starter areas were dense with stuff to kill. Had that one Ape just wandered off and found them?
<span style="font-weight:400">A few moments after gathering his breath, Drake heard the rustling of leaves above his head. Looking up he saw the figure of a Vampiric Ape, gapping open-mouthed drooling down at him, a finger in its mouth as if sizing up Drake as a tasty meal.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Clever girl…" Drake mumbled through his heavy breaths.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wasn’t sure if the Ape had waited for him or he had run into a tree that it just happened to be in but it didn’t matter since the beast was here now. The Apeunched itself off the branch outstretched like a some sort of feline siezing its prey onto Drake from above, a moment after their eyes meeting.
<span style="font-weight:400">Pushing Drake to the ground. But not before Drake had luckily managed to bring his staff up in time to meet the Ape’s open maw.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ape struggled to bite through the staff to get to Drake’s head, slowly chipping away at thecquered wood,ing just inches from his face. The stench of the Ape’s breath filling his nose forcing him to scrunch his face up in disgust.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unsurprisingly, the Ape was slowly winning over Drake as they struggled. Both grunting in a tug-of-war over the staff. Struggling with the ape and rolling back and forth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake grunted out, "Get your stinking paws off me! You damned dirty ape!" he yelled through gritted teeth, swinging his leg into the back of the Ape, in a desperate attempt to push it off him. The kick connected and forced the monkey off him and fly into the tree it had leaped off of. The Ape hit the tree with a reverberatingly loud thud.
<span style="font-weight:400">He jumped to his feet as quickly as he could, gasping for breath from the struggle and gripping the staff in both hands ready to continue the fight with the Ape. But it didn’t get up to charge back at him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Somehow the Ape had hit its head when it mmed into the nearby tree, knocking it unconscious or at least stunning it momentarily. Drake didn’t let the opportunity slip, and ran to the unconscious Ape anxiously trying to get there before it recovered.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Always beat a mob when it''s down or stunned!" he shouted, a sneer on his face, raising his staff over his head. Bringing it down with full force on the beast, with a loud thwack. cing a small dent in the Ape’s skull. But he was sure the beast wasn''t dead yet as it suddenly started iling from the impact, raising its hands in defense.
<span style="font-weight:400">But Drake knew if the monkey got back up he wouldn''t be able to beat it as he was, he didn’t know how to use his spell yet and the Ape was physically stronger than him. So he did the only thing he could and beat the shit out of it.
<span style="font-weight:400">*Thwack!*
<span style="font-weight:400">*Thwack!*
<span style="font-weight:400">*Thwack!*
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake brought down the staff like a hammer on the Ape, lost in his desperate attempt to kill it before he ran out of strength and energy. After several more swings, he finally ceased, but only because he couldn’t raise his arms anymore.
<span style="font-weight:400">He prayed that the Vampiric Ape had died as he fell on his back gasping for air. The adrenaline pumping through his veins, his hands shaking from it. He also shook from the realization of killing another living thing for the first time as the adrenaline wore off.
<span style="font-weight:400">The one-sided beating of the Ape after the struggle had cemented in his mind that this truly wasn''t any game. It was also far too vivid and detailed to be a dream.
<span style="font-weight:400">The smell of blood was now in the air, and gathering himself, he brought his hands holding the staff up so he could see the damage it had taken. There were teeth marks in the center of the staff but it had changed color from a dark brown to a darker red from the blood of the beast.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake could now feel and see the blood that coated his hands from the fight and wasn’t sure what to make of it. The warm sticky liquid stuck to his hands and clothes so he tried to wipe it off on the grass, barely able to scrape off some of the liquid.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally, he got up and walked over to the beast, a mote of light flickering into existence by the foot of the beast. The light eventually faded after a second of vivid color and a small crystalline stone was left.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wiped his hand on some of the cleaner parts of his shirt again before he picked it up and inspected the item.
<b>[Sub-tree Stone: Internal Mastery] [Common]</b>
<b>[Unlocks Internal Mastery Sub-tree branch]</b>
<b>[Requirement: Have one or more empty Sub-trees. Have the Main ss-tree unlocked.]</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake lightly read over the description, but soon sumbed to the smell of blood and viscera around him. Leaning against a tree away from the scene he let loose in miserable fashion the contents of his stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Uhhhh, why is it always carrots? I didn’t even eat carrots…"