Essalon Continent,Western Region -- Chapter 6
"Brothers, let us all congratulate little fifth forhaving successfully leveled his
adventurer rank from rank D to C. Tonight we will celebrate so eat and drink all
youwant, my treat, hahaha."
"Ohhhhh, little fifth, congratulations."
"Congratulations little fifth."
"Congratulations littlefifth. Big brother order up already, I''m hungry."
"Thank you big brothers."
.......
"Ahhh, man I''m tired. Damn those little punks. Kids these days just don''t listen to
usold men anymore. We patiently try to train them but they think they already
know everything."
"Ohoho, teaching them must be though."
"Teaching them?You can''t evencall it that. What''s the f*cking point of sending
those bastardsto the training grounds in the guild if they won''t even listen to what
Isay. Stinking rich brats.Boss Martel, anotherglass of ale please."
....
Deep in the night inside the Garm Inn that doubles as a restaurant and tavern,
regular customers, adventurers, fromfar away travellers and merchantsenjoyed
their meals and drinks.
Some groupswere in a festive mood, some just ate and drink quietly while other
groups, mainly the locals,were already pointing at each other, arguing at whom
among them were thebest at their professions.
Watching all this, you could say that the place had a friendly atmosphere.
Suddenly out of nowhere, a loud bangfrom a tablebeing toppled down was
heard and a loud shout of someone experiencing excruciating pain followed.
"Ack!"
Hearing the shout that sounded like a pig being slaughtered, the people in the
dining area all quieted down. The owner of the Inn, Martel Garm, looked at his
wife and said.
"Looks like his awake, I''ll go and take a look."
Margaret, Martels wife nodded at him and went back to what she was doing.
After some time of silence, the people around also resumed to what they were
doing and the dining area was filled with voices again.
Opening the door, Martel saw a young man lying on the floor curled like a prawn
while hugging his head, twitching. Not far from him, the table beside the bed was
completely destroyed.
"What the hell? Is this kids head made out of steel?"
Muttering to himself, Martel approached the prawn-like kid lying on the floor who
narturally, was Arren himself.
"Little brother come on, get back to bed if you''re still not fine. Did you hit your
head on that table? Damn, must have hurt bad if you destroyed it with your head."
While saying that, Martel bent down to help Arren get up. Hearing someone calling
to him, Arren turned his head and looked up. Grabbing the hand trying tohelp him
up, with an intense throbbing head, Arren asked weakly.
"Thank you big brother. Where is this? How did I get here? How long was I
sleeping?"
Getting Arren back in bed, Martel answered him in a slow manner after hearing
his weak voice.
"My name is Martel Garm and I own the Garm Inn where we are now. My daughter
saw you lying outside at the back of the Inn very early in the morning when she
and my wife were going to the market, so we helped you out. And as for how long
you were sleeping, hmm, I think its 3 days already."
Hearing him, Arren sat himself up and bowed.
"My name is Arren Cyne, thank you big brother. I will not forget your families
kindness."
"Alright alright, just rest well. I''ll ask my daughter to send something for you to
eat in a while."
After saying that, Martel went out and slowly closed the door. Seeing that he was
all alone, Arren lied back down and covered his eyes with one hand, still feeling
the throbbing in his head. Lying down he asked Sys what was going on.
"Hey Sys, what happened? Why is my head hurting so much? Why am I so
weak?"
[Apologies to the host. A miscalculation was made during teleportation which
resulted to the hostscurrent condition.]
Arren wanted to rage so much afterhearing that a problem occured but could not
becuasehis head ached too much and felt very weak all over. Even thinking only
a little aboutraging already made hishead want to explode, so he asked weakly
again.
"Miscalculation? What miscalculation?"
[Teleportation at a very long distance required one to have a strong mind and
soul and the System miscalculated hosts current strength on both. Because of
that, theteleportation was abruptly stopped before any damage to the hostwas
done. Compensation had already been given to the host, please check it later.]
Arren wanted to flip out but could not because he was hit again by an intense
pain. Instead of blowing up, he pondered for a while trying to remember
something. After awhile, he remembered and asked Sys.
"Sys, I recalled reading it somewhere that you need ahigh enough cultivation
level to resist long distance teleportation and not the mind and soul that you
were talking about. Are they diffenrent?"
[It is different host. What your people use is a gate to create a rift in space for
themto travel long distances that takes hours, days, weeks, months, or years,
depending on the distance. It put stress on almost nothing. While the Systems
teleportation creates a tear in both time and spaceallowing host to travel long
distancesinan instant, or a few seconds at most. Therefore, host needed a
strong mind, body and soul.]
"Oh, no wonder."
Arren stopped asking as he felt very weak. Checking the status, he saw mind
andsoul exhaustion in his condition. Since he could do nothing, he decided to
sleep.
Just after closing his eyes, the door was knocked softly by someone and opened.
Opening his eyes, Arren saw a girl around the age of 17-18 entering, carrying a
traywith a steaming bowl and a glass of water on it.
Seeing Arren looking at her, she lowered her head down and shyly went to the
side to placethe tray down thatshe was carrying on the bed.
"I''m Anria, big brother here''s your meal."
After introducing herself, Anria turned around to leave. But before she could take
a step outside, she heard a weak voice calling to her.
"Wait Anria, thank you very much for helping me."
Anria turned around and with a smile on her lips, she nodded at him then turned
around again and left. Looking at the tray at the side, he pulled it closer to him
and removed the cover from the bowl. Instantly, more steam spread out of it
filling the entire room with its delicious smell.
Although it smells good, Arren was not affected as he was already eating food
sold in the system store which were way way more delicious. With his current
points, he would be able to buyas much as he wanted.
Grabbing the spoon, Arren scooped a spoonful of vegetablesoup and slowly
moved it into his mouth. After tasting it, Arren nodded his head and said.
"Good soup. Must be big brothers wife who cooked it."
Arren scooped another wanting to finish it and to show his respect to the one
who made it for him. Meanwhile out side the room, Anria walked away with a
humph, mad at him for mistaking the soup made by her mother instead of
herself.
And so, the uneventful night passed slowly and a new morning came.
Arren who just woke up felt refreshed. The throbbing pain inside his head from
last night completely vanished. Of course hegot well quickly not from the rest
but from thethings he consumed to heal himself.
Mindand spirit enhancement potion, ten of each given to him as a compensation.
One doubled the strength ofhis mind, while the other one doubled the strength of Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!
his soul permanently and. Add the foodand drinks he bought last night, there was
no way he would not recover quickly.
After getting up, he stretched his body for a while and then changedinto a new
setof clothes.Then bought a storage ring with a space of 1,000cubic meters
that could also turn invisible if the symbols around it werealigned correctly for
1,000Item Points. Although it costed him 10x more than a regular one, he could
now have an alibi if anyone asks where he got the things from, that would pop
up out of nowhere, or theclothes he now wore.
Arren walked towards the door and reached out for the door knob, butbefore he
could do so, it was opened by someone from the other side. Seeing Arren already
fine and dressed well, Martel looked athim up and down, he then wistled and said.
"Are you well already kid? Damn kid, you look freakin good. Where did you get
those clothes from? Don''ttell me that you sneaked around early in the morning and
stole from others staying here. You better give it back or you''ll get your ass kicked."
Martel teased Arren while poking at Arrens shoulder. Having been prepared for
something like this, Arren raised his hand in front of Martel to show him the ring
andsaid truthfully.
"Oh this, I got it from my storage ring, watch. See? Cool right, it could turn
invisi..."
But before he could finish what he wanted to say, Martel smacked him hard on
the head.
"Ack, what was that for?"
Of course Arren was not hurt from that strike but he bit his tongue after getting hit.
PushingArren inside the room,Martel looked left and right outside thenclosed the
door behind him. With a pissedlook, Martelreprimanded in a low voice that only
both of them could hear.
"Have you gone mad? What if others saw it? Did you think no one would try and
rob you kid? F*ck, that''s a treasure right there on your f*cking finger! Even the
king would drool seeing it. Come on, if you have something like that, you should
have the normalones. Go on, wear one of those you dumb shit head."
Smacking Arren again on the head, Martel walked towards the door.
"You better keep that invisible one a secret or elsean entire kingdom will hunt
you for it. An empirewould definitely as well."
After saying that, he went out and closed the door behind him. Arren who just
stood therefelt warm inside as he was able to meet a good person like Martel.
Just like what hehad said, if others would know about the ring, people would
definitely hunt himdown for it.
With that thought, Arren kept the invisible storage ring and bought a regular
1,000 cubic meter one.Going out of the room and closing the door, he looked
towards the source of the noise and saw people eating and chattingwith each
other.
Walking towards that area, he avoided other people going out of the other rooms
and made his way in front of the counter.
The people he avoided and the ones that were eating and chatting in the dining
area silenced whenthey saw him as if they all had an agreement earlierto quiet
down when seeing him.
But that was of course not the case. They were all shocked as Arren was very
handsome. Not only that, they could see that he was well trained just by looking
at his manly physique outlined by the clothes he wore. Whats more, he''s very
tall.
Sitting on a vacant chair in front of the counter, he nodded to Martel who nodded
at him back. Lookingat themany food and drinks nameswritten in front, he
browsed trying to see if therewere any food or drinks he knew.
The old adventurer guild trainer from last night could not help it anymore, stood up
andapproach Arren. Feeling his muscles here and there, he praised loudly in front
ofeveryone else not even embarrassed the slightest.
"Incredible, just incredible. All well toned muscles, strong yet flexible, hard yet soft
at the same time. The body proportions is just too perfect, too perfect. Kid, how
did youtrain? No wait, who trained you? Can I meet him?"
Everyone around including Arrens face twitched. This old man was too shameless.
He really felt Arren all over like he was not touching someone else.Seeing the face
of the kid in front of him twitch and feeling the awkward atmosphere, he scratched
his head and laughed awkwardly.
"Ahahaha, my name is Feran, an old trainer from the adventurer guild.Please do
visit me so we could talk about training later today or some other time when you
are free. If you like, join the adventurer guild as well. Well kid, excuse me."
After saying that, he went back to his table where another old guy presumably his
friend from last night as well, looked away like saying he did not know the old man
who sat in the same table with him.
Seeing the old man gone, it was time for the ladies to go to war for who will take
the two vacant seat. Like lionesses on heat, they pounced at once and those in
lioness in front of them that were nearing the seat were dragged back by others.
Seeing the place getting chaotic, Martel glared at Arren who had a stiff smile.
Then out of nowhere, his daughter came in front and declared loudly.
"Those who are not here to eat, go back to your rooms or go somewhere else,
or else I will report all of you for disturbing the peace."
After saying that, she looked at Arren and humphed walking back into the kitchen.
The lionesses quieted down and went back to their respected groups as well.
Since they could not pounce at him, they all stared at Arren like hungry beasts,
not wanting to take their eyes off of him.
Watching the back of his daughter leaving, Martel pounced at Arren, wrapped his
big arms around Arrens head and shook him back and forth asking what happened.
"Why is she mad tell me? Did you do something last night? You did, didn''t you?"
Arren pretended to have a hard time, tapped his arms asking to loosen it. After it
was loosened, he said in aaggrievedmanner.
"What do you mean I did something? I only thanked her for helping me after she
found me outside. Did you really have to choke me so hard?"
"Then why is she mad?"
"How should I know. Ask her."
Since they would not know what was wrong if they won''t ask Anria, Martel then
released Arren from his bound and asked.
"So, what do you want to order?"
"To tell you the truth big brother, I don''t even know any of the dishes on the board
so recommend me something."
Martel stared at him for a while, then said.
"Alright I''ll ask my wife what shes cooking. I''ll get my wife as well so theboth of
you could meet."
After seeing Arren nod, Martel went into the kitchen. With Martel gone, Arren felt
chills from the many gazes especially the ones from the lionesses.
Knowing thathe might be pounced by someone at any time, Arrenasked a guy
a seat away from him abouthow thefood and drinks here tastes. Of course he
offered to treat the guy which happily complied and chatted with him.
After some time of waiting, Martel returned together with a beautiful woman.
Seeing the both of them, Arren stood up and bowed at her saying.
"My name is Arren Cyne big sister. Thank you very much for helping me."
Seeing Arrens attitude, Margaret smiled and warmly greeted him.
"My name is Margaret, so you''re marrying my daughter right? We did saveyou,
you know."
After she said that, loud clatters could be heard from the kitchen and an angry
Anria came out shouting.
"Mother, please behave yourself and don''t talk nonsense."
Margaret who was already sitting beside Arren looked at her daughter and said
teasingly.
"Talk nonsense? What nonsense? Didn''t you cook for him last night? And this
also? Little girl, come here and sit beside him, come, don''t be shy."
"Mother!"
With a deep red face, Anriabolted back to the kitchen and anotherround of loud
clattering sound was heard. Arren who was at the side could only smile stiffly.
Removing the cover from the bowl, the delicious aroma from the vegetable soup
spread out.
"Vegetable soup?"
"Oh, you don''t like it? The soup you ate last night was made by Anria and this
one as well. She thought that you were still not well enough to eat other meal
so she prepared another soup for you. If you don''t want it, I''ll go back and get
something else."
After saying that, Martel reached out to take the tray but before he could take it,
Arren blocked him and said.
"It''s fine, the soup last night was good so this should taste good as well."
Grabbing the spoon, Arren scooped the soup and ate it. From a very tiny gap,
Anria watched Arren as he ate all the soup she made. Seeing him finish all of it
and hearing him praisingher skills, a smile hung on her lips and she hopped
back to whatshe was doing.
After cleaning the entire bowl, Arren did not ask for another mealas his taste buds
were already used to the taste of food from the system. Although thesoup Anria
cooked for him tasted good, it was still not enough to compare with the food from
the system thatcould be said as made from heaven.
"Big brother, how much should I pay?"
"3 days and 3 nights plus the soup, 10,000 zirin."
"Oh, alright."
Looking at Arren who did not even askedwhy it reached that amount, Martel
could not help but raise an eyebrow and ask.
"You''re not gonna ask why you need to pay that much?"
"No need."
Arren reached into his pocket and while doing that, he asked Sys to exchange 1
Item Point for 1,000,000 zirin and put 10,000 on his left pocket. Grabbing the
money, Arren took it out and counted, then he gave it to Martel.
"Please check if its the right amount."
"It''s alright, you counted it already."
While saying that, he opened a drawer and put the money inside. Margaret on
theside, had a questioning look on her face a she stared at her husband who
justnodded at her. Understanding that it mightnot be good to talk about it here
with people around, she nodded back and looked at Arren again.
While they were having a good conversation, someone shouted out of nowhere.
"You there! Get the f*ck away from my mother and father!"
Everyone inside turned around to look at who shouted. After seeing who it was,
all theirfaces except Arren could not help but stiff.
....................Status updates, Item updates, Skill updates and more.....................
Status(Stats changed. Arrens stat now 3x after 10 levels instead of 2x.)
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="595">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="213">Name__________</td>
<td width="112">Arren Cyne________</td>
<td width="152">Title_______</td>
<td width="118">none_____________</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Gender</td>
<td width="112">Male</td>
<td width="152"></td>
<td width="118"></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Age</td>
<td width="112">22 Years Old</td>
<td width="152">Event Points</td>
<td width="118">12</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Level</td>
<td width="112">10</td>
<td width="152">Gear Points</td>
<td width="118">1,329</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Experience</td>
<td width="112">152,349 / 204,750</td>
<td width="152">Skill Points</td>
<td width="118">1,029</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Combat power</td>
<td width="112">2580Kg. of Force</td>
<td width="152">Life Points</td>
<td width="118">13,611</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Lifespan</td>
<td width="112">155-170 Years</td>
<td width="152">Item Points</td>
<td width="118">12,473</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Energy</td>
<td width="112">1,700</td>
<td width="152"></td>
<td width="118"></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="213">Condition</td>
<td width="112">Normal</td>
<td width="152">Currency</td>
<td width="118">990,000</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
Items
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="548">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="136">Item Name</td>
<td colspan="6" width="412">Shellbreaker</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Rarity</td>
<td colspan="6">Tier 1-Magic Item</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Effects</td>
<td colspan="6">Crush</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Requirements</td>
<td colspan="6">660 combat power</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Note:</td>
<td colspan="6" rowspan="3" width="412">A mace specially made for breaking shells. That''s it!</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Price:</td>
<td colspan="6">50Gear Points</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="548">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="136">Item Name</td>
<td colspan="6" width="412">Iron Fortress</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Rarity</td>
<td colspan="6">Tier 1-Magic Item</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Effects</td>
<td colspan="6">none</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Requirements</td>
<td colspan="6">900combat power</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Note:</td>
<td colspan="6" rowspan="3" width="412">
Adoor-sized shield made to let 1 person protect many others behind him. During war, this shield will be
carried by the strongest men around to protect others.
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td>Price:</td>
<td colspan="6">100Gear Points</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
Skills (Upgrading 100% proficiency skills in the near future. Still thinking of cool names.)
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="653">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Name</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Gods Observers Eyes (2/10) (Incomplete)</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Mortal</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Type</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Passive</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Requirement/s</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">None</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Note</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Gods Observers are people chosen by the Gods to become their eyes in the Mortal Realm.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Status</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">On</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="653">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Name</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Phantom Rabbit Steps</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Mortal</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Type</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Passive</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Requirement/s</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">None</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Note</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Phantom Rabbit Steps, a movement technique which emphasize on dodging, escaping, and burst momentum.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Mastery Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">100% Proficiency</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="653">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Name</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Barbaric Armsman</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Mortal</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Type</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Passive</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Requirement/s</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">None</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Note</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Barbaric Armsman, a fightingtechnique that specializes on using heavy weapons to deal a crushing blow to the opponent. The technique gives freedom to the ones who learn it to do attacks from any angle, direction, or position, in other words, a wild fighting style. It also had no weapon restriction.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Mastery Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">100% Proficiency</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="653">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Name</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Iron Skin</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Mortal</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Type</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Passive</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Requirement/s</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">None</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Note</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Iron Skin, makes the skin as tough as iron. Physical body can defend 500 combat power without armor.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Mastery Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">43% Proficiency</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
<div>
<table style="background-color: #438ce6" width="653">
<tbody>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Name</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Lightning Crash</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Mortal</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Skill Type</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Active</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Requirement/s</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Melee Weapon, 2,000 energy</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Note</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">Formless lightning attack that deals 2X combat power as damage to the target. Has paralyzing effect.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="136">Mastery Level</td>
<td colspan="7" width="517">0% Proficiency</td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>