Chapter 3 : Getting Out of the Cave


    As Noah kept on walking after he went out from the cave, he found himself standing on the outskirts of a bustling town. The sunlight bathed the cobblestone streets, and the sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the pretty eerie silence of the cavern he had just left behind.


    “Hmm… Weaver Class…” Noah muttered in a low voice.


    He understood that discovering the essence of the Weaver class would require more than just relying on external sources of information. While he could search for forgotten texts and seek guidance from sages and scholars, he had a hunch that the true understanding of his class lay within himself.


    The Weaver''s Clement Follicle represented a direct connection to the core of his abilities. It was through this very tool that at least gave him a lead, where he could delve into the depths of the Weaver''s essence and unlock its hidden potential. With each upgrade to the glass, he would come closer to unraveling the secrets that lay dormant within the Weaver class.


    Yes, that was correct. Though the Unknown Rarity of this class itself already had overwhelming skills already, the rarity itself was still unknown. Just with this information, Noah easily interpreted that this was not even the final form…


    "Cliche may it be, but if it happened to me, how can I reject a no scam free real estate? Especially when it takes a lot, lot of time and an insane amount of effort and sacrifice to get it too…” Noah laughed with a pretty wide smile.


    His mind then wandered to the related topic. “Hmmm…Yellow Crescent Diamonds..."


    For example, for the first upgrade, he needed the main materials called Yellow Crescent Diamonds. He needed to find information relating to this particular material first before he started to embark on his searching.


    Yet, Noah also acknowledged that this path of self-discovery could be challenging and frustrating. The Weaver class was stated that it had long been forgotten, and the information available was most likely scarce. Though from his facial expression alone, one could tell that he was determined not to let the frustration deter him, embracing the challenge and letting it fuel his quest for power and strength.


    “Well… I mean it’s to be expected after fighting against that thing, but still…”


    As Noah walked through, his thoughts drifted to his inventory. He couldn''t help but shake his head with a wry smile as he recalled the aftermath of his battle against the weakened Cosmic Watcher. His once well-stocked collection of weapons and armors were now battered, almost all of them were destroyed and unusable. Especially for the better ones. The fierce battle had taken its toll on his equipment, leaving him with a sense of loss.


    Opening his inventory screen, he saw the sorry state of his gear. The armor he had cherished was now dented and torn, barely holding together. His trusty weapons, which he had prepared meticulously, were chipped and dulled. It was evident that the confrontation with the weakened Cosmic Watcher had been one of if not the toughest battles he had ever faced.


    As his eyes scanned the depleted inventory, he couldn''t help but think of the preparations he had made before the encounter. Countless hours had been spent accumulating a cache of potions, scrolls, and formations to aid him in that battle. The resources he had amassed were nearly depleted, leaving him with only a few scraps of his once formidable stockpile.


    The intense struggle against the formidable foe had demanded as he had anticipated, but it truly made him twitch his eyes a little regardless.


    A top tier Cosmic entity! It was a bona fide apex expert in this world. The power that such Cosmic entity bore was enough to destroy a city without much trouble. Being able to kill the previous weakened Cosmic truly spoke of the skills of Noah. It was no wonder that he lost many precious items, weapons, armors, and such in fighting against that weakened Cosmic.


    Defeating the weakened Cosmic Watcher was a demonstration to his arsenals. It had been a hard-won victory, one that had pushed him to his limits and tested the extent of his abilities.


    "A Cosmic, an apex that has the power to stand at the top power of this world, was there to safeguard the class itself... It is truly a wonder just what kind of class is this Weaver.... If it was not weakened, let alone me, even an empire might not be able to enter the cave itself."If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Lost in his thoughts, Noah continued his journey towards the town. As he entered the bustling town, Noah''s gaze shifted to the lively streets before him. It was here, amidst the vibrant community of adventurers, that he decided to see the situation first.


    As Noah stepped into the bustling town, his attention was quickly drawn to a gathering of adventurers near the town square. Excited voices filled the air as different parties assembled, their gear gleaming in the sunlight. It was evident that a dungeon raid was about to take place, and the anticipation was all over the air.


    Among the groups, Noah overheard snippets of conversations as people offered their skills or sought to join existing parties.


    "Looking for a healer here! We''ve got a well-rounded group, just need someone to keep us alive!"


    "I''m a rogue with maxed-out lockpicking. Any party need someone like me?"


    A party nearby caught Noah''s attention. They stood apart from the others, their gear of higher quality, and their camaraderie apparent. Whispers rippled through the crowd as the name "Trevor Maga" was mentioned. The Maga family, known for their prestigious Violet Splash Corporation, had sent one of their own to lead this elite group.


    Curiosity piqued, Noah couldn''t help but listen in on the conversations of the passersby.


    "Did you see that party led by Trevor Maga? They''re practically one of the best in this area. No wonder they have the best gear."


    "Yeah, I heard they''ve completed some of the toughest dungeons out there. It''s not easy to join their ranks."


    "Imagine having access to all those rare and expensive items. They''re practically unstoppable!"


    ...


    As they were in their own discussions, suddenly a commotion broke out. An old man seemed to be running away from something scary.


    Noah and the others caught sight of the old man, NPC, frantically running through the streets with a frightened expression. Curiosity piqued, he followed the gazes of the other players, who were also observing the old man.


    Tears welled up in the old man''s eyes as he shared his plea for help. "Please, anyone who can find my son and bring him back to me, I will be absolutely grateful!"


    Approaching the NPC, Noah and the others learned the cause of the old man''s distress. He had ventured into the nearby forest with his son to gather herbs, a seemingly routine task. However, something had gone terribly wrong—the forest had become an unsettling and dangerous place. Beasts ran amok and the once peaceful woods had turned into a realm of restlessness and chaos. In the midst of the commotion, the old man and his son had been separated.


    [Quest Initiated : Saving the Son of Aiden]


    The old man Aiden urgently need help to save his son from the danger. The quest has a duration of 1 day.


    Reward : 5 Gold, and an equipment.


    ...


    Noah was in his thought. What struck him was that the forest the old man mentioned was located at the very same direction of the cave where he had acquired the Weaver class. It seemed that the strange occurrences might be related to what Noah did, as he accepted the Weaver class.


    Or maybe was just a pure coincidence.


    As Noah pondered the situation, he noticed others among the crowd stepping forward to accept the old man''s quest. Among them was Trevor Maga and his elite party, who were drawn by the prospect of a challenge and opportunity.


    They were not only curious to the occurences in the forest but also interested to the reward being given by the old man Aiden. 5 golds are quite a lot, especially for rookie players like them.


    The equipment also made them interested because the equipment was not revealed as to what it is. They might as well try to see whether they can finish this quest or not.


    Trevor Maga huddled with his elite underlings to discuss their plans. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and a tinge of interest, clearly intrigued by the mystery surrounding the forest''s unrest.


    "So, it seems this forest holds some interesting things," Trevor mused, a hint of wonder in his voice. "I want to know what''s causing these beasts to go wild. It could be a valuable piece of information."


    His underlings nodded in agreement, their loyalty to Trevor evident in their full attention. "We should proceed cautiously, Boss," one of them remarked. "It wouldn''t do well for our reputation if we were to somehow mess up our own actions…"


    Trevor chuckled, nodding at the advice. "Indeed, we shall tread carefully. But, this matter quite interests me." His gaze shifted towards the old man, visible from a distance as he and his party continued their discussion.


    "We don''t know what kind of equipment that is going to be given toward the one who turn in the quest," Trevor said with a smile. "If some of these adventurers succeed in rescuing the old man''s son, make sure to approach the one who saved him. Offer them a reasonable sum of coins for the old man''s quest. If they''re willing to part with it, then all''s well.”


    His underlings exchanged glances, they knew better than to question Trevor''s commands. They were loyal to their leader, and they understood that here, obtaining powerful equipment was a constant pursuit.


    "... And if the player who saves the son refuses to part with the equipment?" one of the underlings, Marcus inquired with a grin.


    Trevor''s looked at the person with a ‘why do I even recruit you’ look.


    "Naturally we''ll have to show them that crossing us is an interesting decision. A bit of friendly persuasion, you see."


    His words hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between Trevor and his elite underlings.