Chapter 27 : Harvest


    “Haa…”


    Emerging from the depths of the cave, Noah stepped into the sunlight with a feeling of liberation that washed over him like a gentle breeze. The weight of the collapsing chamber seemed to have left behind the confines of stone and darkness, replaced by the openness of the world outside.


    His movements were looking calm as if the chaos behind him was of no concern to him, while his expression was a mixture of quiet contemplation and the ghost of a triumphant smile.


    The rocky hillside spread out before him, the terrain extending in all directions like a canvas painted with hues of green and brown. It was quite a stark contrast to the subterranean cave he had just navigated.


    “Wreaking Havoc and Valiant Wave, huh…”


    As he took a moment to gather his bearings, his gaze turned toward the rocky hole from which he had emerged. It was an unassuming opening in the hillside, a threshold that had led him from one realm to another. His heart held a quiet appreciation for the skill he had used just now,


    Weaver''s Warping Hollow.


    Srrnggtzzz


    With a gesture, he activated the skill once more. A spatial tear materialized before him, an iridescent shimmer that seemed to rattle through the air. Noah stepped forward, his form enveloped by the shimmering light as he seamlessly slipped into the rift.


    Whoom


    The transition was smooth, a sensation that was both disorienting and exhilarating somehow. Space itself seemed to bend and contort around him, a fleeting concept as he traveled through the spatial tear. The sensation was akin to being suspended in a state between reality and dreams where the boundaries of the world were fluid and malleable.


    Step…


    As he emerged from the other side of the spatial tear, the world greeted him with a familiar vista. He found himself on a hillside not unlike the one he had just left, though the surroundings were different, an embodiment to the skill''s ability to transport him to various locations.


    The air felt fresh against his skin, the nuance of earth and grass mingling in the breeze that tousled his hair.


    "Getting the Weaver Class after struggling for years... totally worth it." Noah sighed in a melancholy tone.


    As the spatial tear dissipated behind him, Noah continued his walk.


    Noah''s attention changed to the loot that he had obtained from the fierce battle that had transpired. The spoils of victory held a potential of riches, and resources that could aid him in his journey. He then paid attention to the precious ones in which he saw.


    His fingers deftly picked up the items, one by one. A glint of metal caught his eye. A glowing blade, a drop from one of the fallen foes. Its craftsmanship spoke of its utility in combat, its blade honed to a sharp edge. Noah turned it in his hands, appreciating the weight and balance.


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    Its hilt was etched with some nice looking patterns, an evidence to the dedication of its creator. And this blade was named "Radiant Saber,”


    The level of Radiant Saber was marked as 42. Its rank as a "Bronze" rarity suggested that it was no ordinary weapon, standing out even among the myriad weapons that populated the New World. After all, it was above the rarity of Sand, Wood, Stone, and Iron.


    Beside the blade lay an assortment of silver coins, their metallic clip an indication of their worth. It was a currency that was naturally valuable in the boundaries of the New World and also in the real world. A pretty tangible reward for his battle.


    Noah counted the coins, acknowledging the material gain that had come from his victories. These resources could be used and being invested in equipment, skills, or even guild endeavors that would further his growth.


    There were thousands of these coins. Like a tribute to his triumph in battle and the bounties that had been placed on the heads of his adversaries that were put on the system by either Wreaking Havoc and Valiant Wave toward each other, now resided within his possession.


    “A fortune that has been forged through combat, a currency earned in the crucible of conflict, huh… Man why do I sound so philosophical.”


    He shook his head with a little smile as his gaze then moved to a set of worn scrolls.


    The worn scrolls that Noah had obtained held the seal to powerful instant skills. Their tattered appearance belied their worth, as the information they contained was valuable to any player seeking to expand their repertoire of skills. Among them, he discovered "Inferno Burst," a skill that could unleash a devastating release of fire energy upon activation. Its level requirement of 38, and it was indicated that it was a technique for those well versed in the art of fire.


    Another scroll, labeled "Frost Projectiles," prescribed ice elemental mastery as a requirement to wield it effectively. Its icy capabilities could freeze opponents in their tracks, where its potency was enhanced by the expertise of its user. Noah could see the usefulness within these scrolls, the opportunity to broaden one’s abilities and compliment his combat prowess either in emergency or when trying to deal as much impact as one could.


    “Very nice scrolls to have… Hmmm, what else is there…”


    In his grasp, he held a piece of armory which was a gauntlet. Its design was ornate yet functional, as the metal was filled with engravings that spoke of the relations with physical damage. The name was "Gauntlet of Valor", its level requirement of 40.


    “...Good stuff. With an interesting skill to boot,” Noah muttered as he inspected the gauntlet briefly.


    The gauntlet''s material quality was listed as "Enchanted Iron," suggesting not just durability, but also a tint of magical enhancement. Its effect, "Valor''s Resilience," provided a temporary increase in defense and resistance during combat.


    Which could be used for its role for a guardian against the onslaught of hard hitting foes. Its rank as a "Silver" rarity was fitting for a piece of armor that had proved its mettle.


    Among the loot was also an assortment of herbs and potions, each vial containing the abilities either to mend wounds, bolster strength, or other useful buffs. One of the examples was the "Elixir of Vitality," a concoction designed to rapidly restore health and provide a temporary boost in stamina. Its effects were crucial in extending a player''s longevity in combat scenarios, offering a vital boost when the situation of a battle turned into a stretch.


    Another vial held a "Mana Infusion Potion," a resource very much valuable to spellcasters seeking to replenish their magical reserves during heated encounters but also increasing the speed of mana recovery. These potions could ensure that a player''s abilities remained at their disposal when most needed.


    "What a harvest huh..."


    Noah''s sigh carried a hint of wry amusement. The saying that "war is the fastest way to get rich" had rung true in this instance. The clashes between guilds, the battles that happened among the conflicting groups, could propel one toward financial gains that would have been difficult to achieve through conventional means.


    “...Hmmm?”


    Suddenly, he noticed something that really surprised him for real.


    Yellow Crescent Diamonds.... the prime ingredients to uncover the very first phase of the Weaver Class…