《Dear Diary, I never thought I'd become a big shot in a fantasy land!》 The Day! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, I can''t believe it. At the age of 38, I''ve somehow found myself reborn in a fantasy world called Florivera Land. Gone are the days of office cubicles and deadlines; now I''m one happy son in a small village¡­ Woohooooo! Talk about a major life change! Ethan Harveston, the Diary-less Diarist ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Here I am, imagining myself scribbling away in my nonexistent diary. I pretend to write with my finger on an imaginary sheet of paper, making hilarious faces and sound effects to entertain myself. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right? But guess what? Writing tools are about as rare as a divine creature in this fantasy place! Seriously, as it''s like they''re made of equivalent solid gold or something... urghh. Anyway.. let me take you on a journey through the five distinct territories that grace this fantasy land. In the vast expanse of the fantasy land, there were five distinct territories, each with its own unique characteristics and charm. (My dad told me all about them) Stonemount Range, the stone and mountain territory are a majestic realm of towering peaks and rugged cliffs. Carved by the forces of nature, the mountains stood as sentinels of strength and resilience. If you venture through the Sunfire Lands, the air shimmers with heat, and the ground radiates warmth beneath your feet. They are renowned for their abundant supply of materials derived from beast leather and fabrics. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Moving on, we came across the realm of Crystal Frost. Here, snowflakes danced in the air, creating a dazzling display of icy beauty. The glass-like terrain sparkled under the sunlight, giving an ethereal glow to the surroundings. Next to Stonemount Range is Florivera Land, you''ll be greeted by a symphony of sounds. The rustling of leaves, the melodic chirping of tree type-creature. The winds that sweep through Florivera Land add an ethereal touch to the landscape. Sometimes gentle and cool wind, other times, they gust with fiery intensity. This fantastical realm is shaped like a four-petaled flower. These territories, divided by a meandering river, come together at the heart of this world forming a vibrant and bustling center known as Tradehaven. This vibrant city serves as a melting pot of cultures, commerce, and connections. That it! And now as you can imagine, I live in a wooden home exudes a rustic charm that instantly transports me to a world far removed from the bustling cities and grand earth places I once knew. The main room is like a sunlit haven, where light pours in through the windows and illuminates the wooden floors. In one corner of the room, a stone fireplace stands proudly, its crackling fire providing both warmth and a captivating focal point. The dancing flames cast a flickering glow, casting playful shadows that dance upon the walls. In the heart of the house lies the clay kitchen, a place where nourishment and warmth coalesce. Ethan: (rumbling stomach) Gggggrowwllllllll Well, it''s certainly making itself heard! I can almost smell the aromas wafting from the kitchen. Ethan: (rubbing tummy) Morning mom¡­ Sarah: Good morning, sweetie! Breakfast is ready. As we sit down at the wooden table, we share the chewy bread, appreciating its sturdy presence and the sustenance it provides. Each bite is met with a resolute chew, knowing that this staple food is our daily nourishment. The simple soup, made with a mix of dried meat and vegetables with a touch of salty seasoning, lacks intricate flavors. It''s a reminder of the limitations in this world, where culinary knowledge is scarce. I can''t help but wish for a little more flavor in this soup. It''s just so... basic. I wish we had a magic spell for seasoning. Imagine sprinkling a pinch of enchantment and transforming this bland soup into a culinary masterpiece! Writing Tools Sarah gazes at Ethan, amazed by how well-mannered and composed he is, even at the tender age of four. Memories of the day he was born flood her mind, recalling the crisp breezy air... As a baby, Ethan rarely cried or showed signs of distress. He had a serene presence, observing the world around him with curious, wide eyes. Sarah remembers moments when other parents would recount tales of sleepless nights and inconsolable babies, but she could never relate. Ethan seemed to have an inner peace that kept him content. She also recalls when Ethan, approached his father with a request for writing tool. She recalls the look of surprise on her husband''s face as he shared the exorbitant cost of such seemingly ordinary items ¨C an expense that equaled three months'' worth of their family''s expenses. Ethan''s innocent request revealed a glimpse into a world he had yet to fully comprehend. His father, puzzled by his son''s knowledge of writing tools typically reserved for wealthy families. As his son told him back that he claimed to have caught a fleeting glimpse of the steward, an enigmatic figure of authority, during the inspecting in their village; clutching the written tool in his hands. Travis: Why do you really need writing tools? You know we can always get you a short bow or a small knife. Travis: And... You haven''t even learned letters and numbers. How did you even need such things? Ethan: Well, Dad¡­ heh heh heh it... just looks so fascinating and fun! Travis: While other boys your age might be dreaming of hunting or weapon tools... ha ha ha I never thought I''d hear my son getting excited about a writing tools. Ethan: (Smiling) Travis: Hmmmm how about I make a wooden plank for you, and you can carve letter onto it? It might not be as fancy as a writing tool¡­. Ethan: Ohh let''s do it, Dad!... Let¡¯s find the perfect wood tomorrow! Travis, a skilled hunter known for his prowess in the village, had crossed paths with Sarah, now his beloved wife. Travis had led a life as a mercenary, honing his martial arts abilities to a respectable level. After his adventurous days as a mercenary, Travis decided to put down roots in this peaceful village. With some savings from his previous ventures, he managed to purchase a small plot of land. It was far from extravagant, but it was enough to call their own. Sarah, Travis''s wife, possessed a modest proficiency in the magic elemental of fire. While her magical abilities were not particularly powerful, they proved to be useful in their daily lives. However, mastering these skills wasn''t anyone could achieve. In this fantasy land, there were certain prerequisites for gaining magic abilities. When the individuals obtain magic abilities, he or she will experience a peculiar phenomenon. It began with a sudden fever that coursed through their veins, followed by a fleeting moment when their entire body glowed with an otherworldly radiance. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. However, it wasn''t just the fever and luminosity that defined the chosen; but it was the critical aspect of survival. The symptoms could be perilous, pushing the body to its limits and potentially leading to fatal consequences. Only those with the resilience and inner strength to withstand the intense ordeal could emerge unscathed, unlocking the latent magic within their veins. The chosen person was considered both a blessing and a curse, as the potential for incredible power came with inherent risks. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, One thing that strikes me as both surprising and intriguing is the simplicity of the lifestyle here. While on Earth we have advanced technologies and intricate systems, in this fantasy land, things are much more straightforward. My mom enlightened me about the enchanting magic. Here, individuals possess the ability to harness the extraordinary powers of the four elemental forces. Seriously, just four elements? Soil, water, wind, and fire? I mean, don''t get me wrong, they''re cool. I can''t help but wonder about the possibilities of other elements that I''ve read about in fantasy books. Yours in wonder and curiosity, Ethan +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ You know what? Instead of moping about what we don''t have, maybe I should start exploring the possibilities. As my dad busily worked on cutting the wood, I approached him with a grinning look on his face. Ethan: Can I have this...? (pointed towards the stack of wood) I walked over to the shed, my eyes scanning the shelves and hooks. Ethan: I found it! Grabbing hold of the rope and carefully pulling it out. I inspected it, making sure it was in good condition and long enough for my plans. Satisfied, I tucked it under my arm and headed back. Spotting a sturdy tree with low-hanging branches, I grinned with excitement. I quickly tied one end of the rope securely around a thick branch, making sure it was tight and stable. With the other end of the rope in my hand, skillfully knotted it into a loop, creating a simple swing. I stepped back to admire his handiwork, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The swing was ready for action. I took a step back, my heart racing with anticipation. With a leap of faith, I hopped onto the swing and gave myself a gentle push. As the swing soared back and forth through the air, a feeling of pure exhilaration washed over me. I couldn''t help but smile, feeling the wind against my face and the thrill of freedom. Novn: Hey, Ethan, what is this thing? Ethan: Oh, this is a swing! Eyka: Swing..? Ethan: (Demo) You sit on it and then you can go back and forth... Novn: Can I try it? Ethan: Of course, go ahead! Just be careful when you sit on it and hold on tight. Eyka: I want to go first! Novn: I should get the first turn! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sarah: I wonder what it could be. Sarah: (pointed to swing) Do you see that thing over there? Travis: Let''s go take a closer look... Travis and Sarah made their way towards the children. Ethan noticed his parents approaching and greeted them with a wide grin. Travis and Sarah watch attentively about the swing. Once the swing was built, it quickly became a beloved spot in the village. The swing became a magnet for children and sometime they can see a few grown up would also try in on to feel the fun. Ah, a peaceful day is simply unmatched. I Manage with What I have In a quiet corner, I sat hunched over the wooden plank, carefully carving each letter with the small knife my dad had gifted to me. The crisp sound of the blade meeting the wood filled the air, as I focused intently on my task.?Then there a girl watched and approached me from behind, her eyes wide with curiosity. She tiptoed and peeked over my shoulder; her voice filled with wonder. Lianee: What are you doing? Ethan: Hey... I''m carving letters on this. Lianee leaned in closer, her eyes filled with curiosity and wonder. She squinted, trying to get a better look at my handiwork. Ethan: Alright!?(the feeling of accomplishment washed over) Ethan: Hey, Lianee! How about we have some fun with this. Lianee: Play with this? How? I chuckled and gestured towards the wooden plank. Lianee gathered around the carved lettered plank, I began to explain to this curious friend. Ethan: Okay, Lianee, this letter is.... It makes the sound like this... As Lianee and me immersed themselves in the game, time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Lianee: Wow, Ethan! You remember all the letters! Ethan: It''s not too hard once you practice (Well I¡¯m with my old mental age... perk of reborn) Lianee: Really? I always get confused with some of the letters. Ethan: Lianee, how about I lend you half of it? You can practice at home too! Lianee: Oh thank you, I promise I''ll take good care of it. I''ll make sure to return it to you as soon as I''m done. But as the sun began its descent, Lianee''s mother''s voice carried on the breeze, calling her back home. With the wooden plank safely in her hands, she waved goodbye, Lianee turned and hurried off to join her waiting mother. As Lianee disappeared from view, I couldn''t help but grin with satisfaction. I turned around to find my dad, Travis, standing there with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Travis: Well, well, Ethan. It seems you''ve made quite an impression on Lianee with your carving skills. Is she your biggest fan now? Ethan: Oh, come on, Dad. We were just having fun with the wooden plank. Lianee was really interested in learning, so I thought I''d lend her half of it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Invisible Diary, Today, the weather was delightful. The sky was adorned with fluffy white clouds. The air felt refreshingly cool, and I couldn''t help but feel in a wave of drowsiness.?Oh, how tempting it was to surrender to the call of slumber and drift away into dreamland! For now, I will cherish the memory of this pleasant day, where the breeze caressed my skin and the clouds whispered lullabies. Yours in daydreams, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Travis: Ethan! I could use your help bringing the farm equipment back to the house. Come on! I woke up from my peaceful nap in the hammock, the gentle rocking motion having sent me into a tranquil sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I momentarily felt a sense of confusion before realizing that my dad was calling out to me. Ethan: Huh? Oh, right! I''m coming, Dad! With a stretch and a yawn, I untangled himself from the cozy embrace of the hammock and made my way towards my dad. I untied the hammock, carefully folding it and securing it in the bag. I then joined my dad, ready to lend a hand in carrying the farm equipment. Travis: How about coming with me to see the peddler? My eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement. I had heard stories about the peddler who traveled from village to village, offering various goods and wares I mean it always mention in an isekaid novel. Ethan: Okay. As we continued our march towards the house, My mind buzzed with anticipation. I couldn''t wait to witness the assortment of items the peddler would showcase the following day.?As dad and I continued our journey towards the house, a man approached me with a request. Mr. Kusack: Hey¡­ Ethan, I must say, I had to get that... hay..mock? for myself. Ethan: Its hammock! hammm mock. As a matter of fact, Mr. Kusack had already tried the hammock to the test after I completed its setup the previous day. He offered to provide the necessary materials and pay me for the craft work. Ethan: Of course! I''d be happy to make a hammock for you. Just bring me the materials... Mr. Kusack voiced his enthusiasm, stating that the hammock would be an excellent and cozy companion for his upcoming journey to the neighboring town. He appreciated the practicality and comfort it would provide during his travels. I asked Mr. Kusack when he planned to leave, and Mr. Kusack replied that he would depart once all the crops had been harvested. Ethan: Wait, you''re telling me there''s a flying beast that can get stonemount range in just one day from the neighboring town? Mr. Kusack: You got It. It''ll cost you 2 shiny gold glint Ethan: (gasps) Two gold..? That''s a lot! Huarghh Discoveries and Deals I woke up early to prepare for the arrival of the peddler. As I assisted in filling up the cart with the bountiful harvest of crops, I made sure to grab the pouch containing the payment he had received from crafting the hammock. It amounted to approximately 100 copper glint. Once everything was in order, I made my way towards the bustling center of the village where the peddler was set to showcase his wares. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1000 copper = 1 silver glint 100 silver = 1 gold glint 10 gold = 1 platinum glint ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ethan: Erk... Hippo? My eyes fell upon a peculiar sight¡ªa beast carriage. It was a remarkable contraption; unlike anything I had ever seen before. Its large, round eyes exuded a gentle demeanor. The creature''s back was adorned with a sturdy, hard shell, providing a stable platform for the carriage. A delightful detail caught my attention¡ªthe creature''s cute, round tail. It swayed gently from side to side, adding a touch of playfulness to its. As the peddler engaged in negotiations with the other villagers, I approached the stall and began to browse through the various items on display. There were colorful pieces of cloth, sturdy leather materials, fresh cuts of meat, everyday household items, and a selection of basic herbs. Among the neatly arranged jars, my eyes caught sight of some dried yellow herbs that emitted a familiar scent, reminiscent of the tea leaves I used to know from his time on Earth. Mr. Quinto: Ah, those are dried herbs called Crea, my young friend. They''re known for aiding digestion and release fatigue, though they do have a slightly bitter taste. Then my gaze shifted and I noticed the colorful bottles of painting material nearby. Ethan: Hey, Is it some kind of paint? Mr. Quinto: Ah, you have a sharp eye, young one! Indeed, it is paint. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Ethan: Don¡¯t you having a hard time selling them? Mr. Quinto: Well, you see, not many people have taken up the paint. Most of them prefer practical items or food supplies. Ethan: How much is it? Mr Quinto: It''s 50 coppers per bottle. I turned to Mr. Quinto and asked if he would be interested in purchasing his woodwork. Ethan: Well, I was thinking of selling this. Would you be interested in buying one? ¡­ Mr. Quito: (Examining the carvings) You''ve got quite the talent. Mr. Quinto: I''ll give you 250 coppers for both. Deal? Ethan: Hey, Mr., I¡¯ll buy three bottles of the paint and two jars of the herb 220 copper for the whole lot. What do you say? Mr. Quinto: You drive a hard bargain, young man! But I think we have a deal. Here''s your payment. I grinned, and pleased with the successful transaction, and carefully pocketed the coins. I couldn''t wait to use the painting materials and try out the new herbs I had acquired. Ethan: Do you sell writing tools? Mr. Quinto: (chuckled) Writing tools can be quite expensive, you see. The cost of parchment, ink, and quills can add up quickly. Not everyone in the village can afford such items. Ethan: (eyes widened with curiosity) But why are they so expensive? Mr. Quinto explained the demand for writing materials is not as high as other goods, and their production requires special resources. Additionally, they have various uses beyond simple writing. For instance, they are often used for creating magic scrolls and enhancing magical tools. That increases their value significantly. I nodded, understanding the reasons behind the high cost. Ethan: I see. So, they are considered more of a luxury item for those who can afford it. Perhaps, in this fantasy land, the concept of pencils or pens, like those on Earth, didn''t exist. The ink and parchment used for writing might be crafted from rare and special resources, as Mr. Quinto had mentioned. My mind whirled with curiosity as he imagined the unique materials that could be used to create the ink and parchment. Mr. Quinto: If you''re willing, I would be delighted to see more of your creations when I visit the village next time. My face lit up with a wide smile as I eagerly nodded in agreement. Ethan: Then... I''ll make sure to have four pieces ready for you to see next time. Mr. Quinto approached the other villager, his curiosity piqued by the young boy who had recently made a deal with him. The villager''s face lit up with recognition as he confirmed that the boy was indeed Ethan, the son of Travis. Excitedly, the villager revealed that Ethan was the talented boy, he made the swing that had become a popular spot in the village, and he pointed Mr. Quinto to the exact location where it could be found. Treebrook Village As my dad remained busy with his work, I took it upon myself to do a tour of the village. I can''t help but think that Treebrook village is like a tutorial starting point in a game. You know, the place where you learn the basics before venturing into more challenging quests. Treebrook nestled at the foot of a small mountain. The village was surrounded by a lush forest, as I gazed further, my eyes fell upon vast expanses of fertile land, adorned with fields of food crops and oil crops. The village houses nestled harmoniously near the sprawling crop lands, creating a picturesque scene. The road that connected the village was a bit rough, with a combination of dirt and gravel. It wasn''t perfectly paved and had some patches of grass and fallen trees along the sides. The center of the village, the road changed into a well-paved path. It was clean and tidy, with no dirt or obstacles in sight. There was a central square, served as a hub of social activity, where villagers could meet, exchange news, and enjoy the pleasant ambiance. Ah... there is one inn here¡­ "The Wanderer''s Inn" is a medium-sized building that beckoned weary travelers and adventurers. The ground floor of the inn revealed a bustling kitchen and a spacious dining area. The clatter of dishes and the sizzle of pans echoed through the air as the skilled innkeeper and their staff prepared hearty meals for the hungry guests. The dining area was abuzz with activity, filled with adventurers. The upper floor was dedicated to providing comfortable accommodation for the guests. Next to the inn, my gaze was captivated by a shop that stood out with its unique and enchanting appearance. The shop was builded in a majestic tree, its branches reaching out as if to welcome curious visitors. The sign hanging above the entrance read "The Enchanted" a name that piqued my curiosity. I couldn''t help but feel a renewed sense of wonder and a burning desire to explore the magical possibilities that lay before me. I couldn''t help but imagine the abundance of magical books and enchanting items that must be awaiting discovery within the confines of the shop. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Then...I followed the sound of rhythmic clangs and the occasional burst of sparks, which led me to the blacksmith''s forge. The blacksmith''s workshop was a sight to behold, filled with an assortment of tools, anvils, and raw materials. As I peeked closer to it, a distinct scent filled the air. It was a unique combination of burning coal, heated metal, and the earthy aroma of heated iron. I couldn''t help but feel a tinge of inadequacy, realizing that I had no prior experience or knowledge in the art of blacksmithing. In my previous life, everything I needed could be easily obtained from a DIY shop or a shopping mall. As I strolled through the village, I stumbled upon a modest building tucked away in a corner. A local hall, serving as the hub for village affairs and communication appointed by the Florivera sovereign. At the front of the building, there was an office where the daily affairs of the village and adventurer were managed. Behind the office, hidden from plain sight, lay the living quarters for the staff who diligently served the community. Adjacent to the local hall, a medium-sized warehouse served as a storage and crop processing facility for various resources gathered from the village and its surroundings. Ethan: (yawning) Whew..... Travis: (calling from a distance) Ethan, it''s time to head back home now! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, I discovered at the center communal area in the village, stood a stubby tree that captivated my senses. Its branches sparkled with a magical brilliance, as if each leaf and bud were made of glistening crystals. Sometime, the tree seemed to emit a soft, enchanting light, casting a beautiful glow all around. Until tomorrow, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A Day in the Forest: Part I ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Imaginary Diary, I had my very first expedition into the nearby forest with my dad. It was a day filled with learning, exploration, and a deeper understanding of the wonders that nature has to offer. He explained that while the forest can be a place of wonder and adventure, it also comes with its share of dangers and uncertainties. He pointed out that the zone near the back of the village is considered safe for exploration while zones closer to the small mountain areas are designated for hunters to pursue their prey, and we should be cautious if we venture into those parts of the forest. The trees towered above us, creating a canopy of greenery that touched the sky. With each step, I was immersed in the symphony of nature. Until our next imaginary escapade, Ethan p/s: OhIt wasn''t just Dad and me exploring the forest; Brother Liam, Lianee''s brother, was also with us. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Leaving the village through the back entrance, we embarked on a 45-minute walk towards the forest. The path meandered through lush fields and meadows, with colorful wildflowers blooming along the way. On the tree trunk, I noticed several red stones strategically placed by the hunters as markers to guide us back to the village. I also came across a peculiar sight: the chiming Branch. As a gentle breeze whispered through the branches, the branch emitted a soft chime sound. Dad decided to take our first break. I found a fallen log and sat down... Ethan: Whoa! The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Travis & Liam: (laughing and chuckling) Ethan: You could have warned me! The log was surprisingly soft, and I found myself sinking deeper into it. I quickly tried to regain my balance and stand up, feeling a mixture of surprise and amusement. The log, which appeared solid and sturdy at first glance, I cautiously poked the log and was surprised to find that it was made of soft, fibrous foam material. I carefully cut a small section of the log and placed it in my bag, intrigued by the idea of planting it. Dad pointed towards the plant, It was a remarkable sight to behold. The straight black trunk rose towards the sky, reaching impressive heights that seemed to touch the roof of the house. The leaves of the tree were long and thin, gracefully swaying in the wind. They resembled delicate ribbons, cascading down from the branches. My father turned to me and explained this remarkable tree, is called Aurelia''s Veil and that wondrous sound, the old villager call it Ting Tree. Ethan: Here, drink this! Travis: (takes a sip) Uhh, these tastes amazing! Something so refreshing. Is this crea..? Ethan: Yeah, I used it with mixed of two fruit, to give it more a fruity twist. Liam: Fruity twistt aah? Travis: It''s...unique (take a sip again) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sarah sat comfortably at home, she took a sip of the fruity twist that her son, Ethan, had made and a smile instantly spread across her face. The infusion of the herbs with the blend of fresh fruits created a taste that was beyond her expectations. The flavors danced on her taste buds, each sip bringing a burst of refreshing sweetness intertwined with the invigorating essence of the herbs. It was a surprising and delightful combination that left her pleasantly amazed. Sarah fondly recalled the moment when Ethan had approached her. Ethan: Mom! Can I use the kitchen and these two fruits¡­ Sarah: Huh ¡­ of course, Ethan!? (Confusing with the request) Ethan: I want to create a fruity twist drink. I bought this herb yesterday¡­and thought it would be interesting to mix it with the fruits for added flavor. Sarah: Fruit¡­ twists?? kay¡­ Let me know if you need any help. As Sarah observed Ethan in the kitchen, he start preparing the ingredients and working in the kitchen. He chopped the two fruits into small, juicy pieces and carefully transferred the juicy fruit chunks into a bowl. Ethan turned his attention to brewing the crea. He poured the liquid through a fine mesh filter, ensuring that any small bits were removed. Then he carefully combined the fruits and crea in a high pot, making sure they mixed well. With a gentle hand, he stirred the mixture, infusing the flavors evenly throughout the pot. After the tea had steeped to perfection, Ethan carefully filled in a glass bottles, the transparent glass captured the rich amber color of the tea, creating a visually appealing display. With a smile on his face, Ethan poured the remaining tea into a mug, he extended the mug towards Sarah Ethan: Mom, try this! ... A Day in the Forest: Part II Under my dad''s guidance, I learned a simple yet effective trap using remnants from the forest. We found a suitable spot where we carefully placed the bait, luring unsuspecting prey into our trap. Farther use a liquid trap, as the blue liquid touched the ground, it transformed the soil into a sticky, glue-like substance. When an unsuspecting creature stepped onto the trap, their legs would become firmly stuck in the enchanted soil, rendering them unable to escape. My father skillfully managed to catch two bird-like creatures known as Avithrods with his trap, their colorful feathers glistening in the sunlight. After that, he carefully poured another green liquid onto the soil, causing it to revert back to its original state. The liquid, known as ¡®tangle potion¡¯. Inspired by my dad''s success, I took my small bow and ventured further into the woods. I carefully selected my path, following the tracks and signs left by elusive creatures. With unwavering determination, I focused on honing my aim, drawing back the bowstring with steady precision. Ethan: (sound of the bow)Paaaack!! The arrow consistently fell short of its intended target, it seemed like I couldn''t achieve the distance needed to reach my mark. Ethan: Argh! Why can''t I hit the target? Liam: Take it easy Ethan, you''re not drawing the bowstring back far enough As I heard Liam''s remark, I mustered all my strength and pulled the bowstring back with great force, pouring every ounce of power into the shot. I focused my gaze on the target, blocking out all distractions and doubts that lingered in my mind. As I released the arrow, a surge of energy coursed through my body, propelling the projectile forward with a newfound momentum. The arrow soared through the air, cutting through the wind with purpose and determination. Ethan: Woohoooo! (pose a victory sign) I managed to successfully hunt a small, nimble fur animal known as a Fuzytail. The thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of his achievement filled my heart with pride. Back on Earth, I had no experience with hunting, the closest wilderness is coming was through camping trips. While brother Liam skillfully aimed and released his arrow, hitting the target with precision and ease, I couldn''t help but marvel at his physical strength power. When he was seven years old, he awakened this physical strength power, it wasn''t easy for him. He got sick with a fever for three days after his power awakened. He worked hard to control his strength and became better at using it. His years of practice and growing strength made him a natural with the bow. As I watched him, a mix of admiration and a touch of envy filled my heart. When will I awaken my own magic abilities. Ethan: You''re really good with the bow. You hit the target every time! Liam: You''ll get there too. Ethan: That''s quite a catch ...a three Fuzytail and one Avithrods Travis: I show you how to properly butchery the Avithrods and Fuzytail. I can see that Dad already drained the blood from the prey, ensuring it was properly prepared for further processing. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as I prepared to dismantle the prey. It was a new experience for me, and I was eager to learn the intricacies of butchering from my dad. Travis: We need to remove the feathers first. Use this sharp knife to carefully pluck them off. Ethan: Like this? Travis: That''s right... Travis: These feathers can be quite valuable; we can sell them at the local hall and earn a few coppers. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Ethan: Really? How much can we get for them? Travis: It depends on the quality of the feathers. The more pristine and vibrant they are, the higher the price. Travis: Let''s move on to the Fuzytail. Use this small knife to make a shallow incision and peel it off. Ethan: Like this, Dad? Am I doing it right? Travis: Be careful not to cut too deep and damage the meat. Ethan: I''m almost done Travis: Let''s separate the different cuts and portions. Travis: For the Avirothds, we can divide it into drumsticks, wings, breast meat, and the carcass. And for the Fuzytail, we''ll have leg meat, ribs, and the rest of the carcass. I carefully wrapped each portion of the meat in large leaves. This meat will be our additional stock for the upcoming chilling season. Ethan: Huarghh! Whoaa! Travis: What happened? Ethan: Dad, look at that bug! It''s big! (pointed to the bug) I am suddenly startled by a bug that looked like a leaf. It was quite big, almost as large as a helmet. The bug seemed to be a scavenger, happily feasting on the leftover meat. Liam: Hahaha..that¡¯s Wingleaf. Ethan: Wingleaf? Liam: Wingleaf, as harmless as it may be, had a particular taste for decaying or deceased Avithrods and Fuzytail. Travis: Their nests could often be found nestled between the crevices of sturdy rocks, indicating their preference for living in close proximity to such structures. Ethan: Dad you should inform me earlier! Travis: (grinning) My Son, it''s important to learn to be cautious and aware of our surroundings. The forest is full of surprises, and it''s our responsibility to stay vigilant and prepared. Ethan: (pouted) Yeah yeah...you right. The Wingleaf sent a tingling sensation down my spine, I couldn''t help but feel a strong dislike towards it. The tingling sensation it gave me made me want to keep my distance. As I observed the Wingleaf feeding, my eyes caught sight of a peculiar fruit nearby. It stood about one meter tall, and I was intrigued by its unique appearance. But as I cautiously approached, the tree suddenly sprang to life, uprooting itself and scurrying away from me. Ethan: The tree just moved! Liam: (smiling) That Bonbu.. Ethan: Bom bo.. What? Liam: The Bonbu fruit tends to be bitter and tough, not quite appetizing. Liam: Alright, Ethan, watch closely. See that purple mark above the trunk of the Bonbu tree?" Ethan: Yeah, I see it.. Liam: Well, if you hit that mark with enough force, it will cause the tree to stop. Travis: If you use a sharp object to hit the purple mark on the Bonbu tree, it actually dies and dries up Ethan: Really? Liam: Here, use this.. Ethan takes a deep breath, positions himself, and throws the rock with determination. The rock connects with the purple mark, and to Ethan''s delight, the tree begins to stop and eventually topples over. Travis: This Bonbu fruit tends to be bitter and sour, not quite appetizing. Ethan: I understand, Dad. But I''m curious. Can I try one? Travis: Well, if you''re willing to give it a try, go ahead. But be prepared for a different taste. I picked the red one from the the tree... Oh, it was incredibly sour and tough to chew. Disappointed, I moved on to the green one, and whoah, this one was quite bitter. It seemed like neither of them was the perfect choice for a delicious snack. The Bonbu tree woke up! The tree suddenly sprouted its legs and started running away from me. It was quite a funny sight, and I couldn''t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn''t resist the temptation to taste the rotten Bonbu tree lying on the ground. I inspected the seemingly rotten fruit more closely and discovered that despite its outward appearance, the inside still looked fresh. As I cautiously took a bite of the supposedly rotten fruit, my taste buds were met with a delightful surprise. The flavor resembled that of a familiar fruit from Earth¡ªbanana. Ethan: Humm sweet! Travis: Uh really? Let me try one too. This one is a pleasant surprise. Excited by the discovery of the Bonbu tree''s delicious fruit, a thought sparked in my mind. I wondered if it was possible to cultivate and nurture these trees in the garden, treating them almost like livestock. The idea of having my own Bonbu tree orchard filled me with a sense of anticipation and curiosity. The flexible and stretchy skin of the fruit sparked my imagination. I thought about using it to make cool things like toys or decorations. The idea of getting creative and trying new things with this special material made me excited. Ethan: Hey, Dad! I have a request. Dad: What is it? Ethan: I was wondering if we could catch and raise a small Bonbu tree? My unexpected request to catch a small Bonbu tree caught my dad and brother Liam by surprise. They raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a mixture of confusion. Hairclip! Novn, Vondle, and I, the three boys, had made a pact to explore the path leading to the watch tower in our village. With curiosity and excitement in our hearts, we set off on our journey. As we approached the tower, the vigilant guard stationed there greeted us and warned us to proceed with caution. Phonto: Are you boys headed towards the watch tower? Novn: Yes, we are! We want to see the view from up there. Phonto: Please be careful. The path can be slippery... Take your time and watch your step. Vondle: Thank you uncle, We''ll make sure to be cautious. Phonto: Good. Have a safe journey, boys. Ethan: (approaching the guard) Excuse me, sir. Phonto: (curious) Oh? What is it? Ethan: (handing over a small, wrapped leaf) It''s a cake that I made myself. I hope you enjoy it. Phonto: (surprised) A cake? Oh thank you. Ethan: You''re welcome! Happy working! The tower in the village was a creation of the village wizard, a woman named Delara, who also owned the enchanted shop. It was commissioned by the lord, who offered her land and a shop as payment for her services. Delara used her magical abilities to shape a living tree from the forest into a magnificent spiral tower. Ethan: (looking up at the spiral tower) Wow, this tower is amazing! I heard that Delara, the wizard, used her magic to create it. Novn: (excited) Yeah, I heard she used a tree from the forest to shape it. Vondle: (in awe) The wizard must be incredibly skilled. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I began my ascent up the spiral tower. The winding staircase led me higher and higher, revealing breathtaking views of the surrounding village and its lush landscapes. The air grew cooler and crisper as I climbed, and the sound of my footsteps echoed in the empty space. As I reached the pinnacle of the tower, I was greeted by a panoramic vista, where the beauty of the world stretched out before my eyes. As the chilling season approached, I noticed a transformation in the forest. Some of the leaves had turned white, creating a picturesque scene against the remaining greenery. The wind, too, seemed to have picked up its strength, blowing with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. The village, although not covered in snow like Earth, experienced a drop in temperature, accompanied by the biting cold gusts of wind. As the chilling season settled in, the village braced itself for the imminent darkness that would soon descend upon it. It was a natural occurrence, determined by the changing seasons, and the duration of the darkness varied based on the specific time of year. For some seasons, the village would be immersed in darkness for just a few days, or it could last for a week or more. The villagers had grown accustomed to this cyclical phenomenon, adapting their routines and finding solace in the warm glow of hearths and candlelight during the long nights. Novn: My mom said that on a clear day, we can see that magnificent tree all the way from here. Ethan: We can come back again. Novn: (takes a bite) Mmm, this is delicious! Vondle: (nods) I agree! The texture is so moist and soft! Ethan: I''m glad you both like it! Vondle: You should consider opening a bakery someday. I''d be a regular customer! Ethan: (laughs) Thanks, guys! I appreciate your feedback. Ethan: Hey guys, after this I''m planning to visit the blacksmith shop. Novn: Oh, really? Ethan: There''s something I want to check out. Novn and Vondle: Okay.. Lets go together. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. As we made our way to the blacksmith shop, the door creaked open as I stepped inside, revealing a dimly lit space filled with shelves of tools, racks of weapons, and a roaring forge at the center of it all. And old woman greets us. Ethan: Looks like there''s someone inside. Grandma Monne: Well, hello there! I''m Granny Emilia, If there''s anything specific, you''re looking for feel free to let me know.. Ethan: (politely bow) Excuse me, ma''am. Can we look around the shop first? Grandma Monne: Of course! Feel free to explore, just be careful not to touch any sharp objects. Novn and Vondle: Okay, we will be careful. Novn: Look at all these weapons on display! The long swords are impressive. Vondle: They all look so sharp and sturdy. Ethan: Excuse me, Grandma Monne. I was wondering if you sell any string metals? Grandma Monne: How long do you need? What kind of size? Ethan: Yes, I actually brought an example with me. (shows the example made from a thin branch) Grandma Monne: Let me take a closer look. Yes, we do have this size in stock. How much do you need? Ethan: I''ll need a small quantity for now, oh please give me a bottle of glue. Grandma Monne: Not a problem. Just give me a moment, and I''ll get the item for you. As I waited for Grandma Monne to bring the items, I watched Novn and Vondle with amusement as they continued to marvel at the assortment of weapons on the shelves. Suddenly, a burly man, bearing a barbaric appearance, emerged from the back door, carrying freshly crafted weapons to hang on the wall. His face wore an unfriendly expression, while Grandpa closely observed us with a stern look. Grandma Monne gently nudged Grandpa, whispering a reminder to put on a friendlier smile for the young customers. Grandma Monne: (interjecting) Now, now, Honey. Let''s be kind to our young customers. Grandpa Hamme: (grudgingly) Ahemm! Grandma Monne: (placing the metal strings on the counter) Here you go. I have two types of metal strings for you to choose from. Ethan: (curiously examining the first metal string) This one seems really strong and unbending. It would be great for something that requires durability. Grandma Monne: That''s right, dear. It''s made from combining two mineral that provides strength and rigidity. Ethan: (turning his attention to the second metal string) This one feels more flexible and bendable. Grandma Monne: Ah, that one is made from a different type of metal, known for its flexibility and resilience and much more cheaper than the first one. Ethan: Grandma Monne, can I get a piece of each metal string to test with my creations? Grandma Monne: Of course, honey could you help me cut it? Grandpa Hamme: Ahemm! How long? Ethan: Grandpa, I would like the metal strings to be about this long. (Ethan demonstrates with his hands, showing the approximate length he desires.) Grandpa Hamme: Ahemm! As Grandpa Hamme finishes cutting the metal strings, I carefully take out my wooden creation and a few tools from my bag. I took out my tools and prepared to create a tiny tension spring. With a small piece of flexible metal in hand, I started by shaping it into a loop at one end. Using my pliers, I carefully twisted the metal, creating a coil with just the right amount of tension. With each twist, the spring took shape, becoming more defined and compact. Once satisfied with the shape of the tension spring, I carefully combined it with the wooden piece, aligning it in just the right spot. With a gentle push and a satisfying click, the spring securely attached to the wooden base, completing the assembly. As I held up the finished product, Grandma and Grandpa leaned in to take a closer look. Their eyes widened with curiosity. Grandma Monne: What have you made? Ethan: Hairclips (I beamed with pride and excitement) Ethan: Hairclip! Grandma, would you like to try the hairclip? It securely holds hair in place. Grandma, with a smile, agreed and took the hairclip from my hands. She carefully positioned it in her hair. As she adjusted it to her liking, a look of surprise and delight appeared on her face. Grandpa, observing the scene, couldn''t help but interject with a playful comment. Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! That hairclip suits you. Grandma Monne blushed and laughed, She admired the craftsmanship and the functionality of the hairclip. Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! Did you use paint to color the decorated part? Ethan: I used paint to add color to the wooden part of the hairclips. It gives them a more vibrant and eye-catching look. Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! You have a good eye for detail and creativity, young boy. Grandma Monne: The second metal string and the glue come to a total of 150 copper glint. I give you a discount off 30 copper glints. Ethan: Here is the payment for the metal and glue. (and I handing over wrapped leaf) It''s a cake that I made. I hope you and Grandpa could give it a try and share your feedback with me later. Novn and Vondle: That cakes taste great! You should try it. Grandma Monne: Oh, how thoughtful of you. I¡¯ve already received the hairclip. Ethan: I''ve made that hairclip using the second metal. I was hoping you could test them out for me and let me know how durable they are and if you encounter any inconveniences while wearing them. Grandpa: Ah, so you''re quite the creator, aren''t you? Ahem! I''m curious to see how they withstand everyday use. Ethan: Please let me know if there are any issues or improvements that could be made. I want to make sure they are comfortable and durable. Ethan: Oh, I apologize for forgetting to introduce ourselves. My name is Ethan, and these are my friends Novn and Vondle. Grandma Monne: Nice to meet you all, Ethan, Novn, and Vondle. We hope to see you again soon. Grandpa: Ahem! Feel free to visit us anytime. With the wind howling around us, I bid farewell to Grandma Monne and Grandpa Hamme, grateful for their kindness. As I walked towards the junction, I waved goodbye to Vondle, who lived nearby, and continued on my way with Novn. The wind grew stronger with each step, urging us to pick up the pace. We raced back home, feeling the exhilaration of the wind against our faces and the anticipation of reaching the warmth and safety of our homes. Embracing the Chilling Wind Whoooshhh whoosh.. As I looked out the window, I could see the chilling wind sweeping through the landscape. The trees swayed and creaked under the force of the wind, their branches reaching out as if to grasp onto something for warmth. I walked into the kitchen and noticed a bag of flour sitting on the countertop. The aroma of my mother''s stew filled the air, making my stomach rumble. Ethan: Hey Mom, can we try something different with the stew today? Sarah: Ahh? Of course, Ethan! What did you have in mind? I pointed on the countertop asked if I could use some of the flour. She looked at me with a smile and nodded, granting me permission. I rolled up my sleeves, ready to take on the challenge of making easy eastern noodles. I gathered the ingredients: flour, water, and a pinch of salt. I poured the flour onto the board, creating a small mound in the center. I made a well in the middle and slowly added water, mixing it with my fingers to form a sticky dough. I kneaded the dough, feeling the texture transform under my hands. As I continued to work the dough, it became smoother and more elastic.The dough stretched and thinned, becoming a thin sheet. I sprinkled more flour to prevent sticking, ensuring the smoothness of each noodle. With a sharp knife, I carefully sliced the dough into thin strips, creating long, elegant strands of homemade noodles. Ethan: Mom, could you please boil some water in the pot for me? Sarah: Sure¡­ Mom filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove. As the flames danced beneath the pot, the water gradually began to heat up. I stood by, eagerly anticipating the moment when the water would reach a rolling boil. I gently dropped the noodles in. They danced and swirled in the bubbling water, cooking to perfection. In just a few minutes, they rose to the surface, tender and al dente.I scooped the cooked noodles out of the pot and served them in a bowl. I decide to create noodles from eastern earth culture. Travis: Slurping sounds Mmm, these... mmm slurrrrp good! Sarah: Absolutely! The noodles soak up the rich flavors of the stew, making each bite even more satisfying. Travis: Well, I have to say, this nuudels really take this stew to another level¡­ Ethan: Its noodle dad¡­ The noodles are just an extra touch to enhance the overall taste. Travis: It just hits the spot and warms you up from the inside out. Outside the house, the wind grew colder and colder. It whistled through the trees. Inside the house, the atmosphere was cozy and warm. The crackling fireplace cast a gentle glow, spreading a comforting heat throughout the room. As I sat by the fireplace, the warmth enveloped me, chasing away the lingering chill from the outside.With a contented sigh, I looked around the room. Dad sat nearby, meticulously cleaning his hunting weapons, ensuring they were in perfect condition for the next hunting. The rhythmic sound of the brushes against the metal created a peaceful ambiance, adding to the serenity of the moment. Mom was busy with her sewing, her nimble fingers guiding the needle and thread through the fabric. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, Hello! It''s Ethan again, and today is a perfect day to sit down and write in my imaginary diary. As I continue to explore this fascinating fantasy land, I''ve discovered something truly exciting ¨C the presence of magic stones in magic creation item! In our humble home, we have a lamp created with a magic stone, which illuminates our evenings with a warm and comforting glow. It''s truly magical to witness. I''ve also heard rumors about a communication device in the local hall made from a several magic stone. I can''t help but wonder about possibilities of these magic stones. Yours enchanted, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Travis watched as Ethan peacefully slept near the warm fireplace, a gentle smile gracing his face. Travis: I believe it''s time we take Ethan to the local hall for his citizen registration. Sarah: Oh.. Travis: Well, even though it''s quite early... hmm but here''s the thing... His creation item. Sarah: What about it? Travis: Mr. Quinto the peddler mentioned something interesting. He said that registering the creation items could increase its value and protect the creator. Sarah: Oh... that something. Emmm (contemplating) Okay, let''s go ahead and register Ethan and asked at the hall about his creation then. Travis: What was Ethan''s creation again? Should we bring all of them for registration?" Sarah: I think it was the wood figure, hammock? And a couple of other things...aa the hairclips. Sarah''s eyes widened with surprise as Ethan presented her with the hairclips. The hairclips had intricate flower carvings, delicately painted in shades of yellow and blue. Sarah was touched by the thought and effort Ethan had put into creating such a beautiful gift. Travis took a bite, and a burst of flavors danced upon his palate. It was a creation of his son''s culinary experiment, The golden-brown loaf of Bonbu cake. Who would have thought that a simple fruit like the Bonbu could be transformed into such a delightful treat? The combination of Bonbu and a variety of fruits and nuts had resulted in a bread that was both delicious and nourishing. Travis: What about his food creations? Should we include those in the registration as well? Sarah: Hmm.... He has been experimenting about food lately... Sarah sat beside Travis, a knowing smile on her face as she shared the news with him. She explained that the owner of the inn and some of their neighbors had heard about the Bonbu cake and were curious about the recipe. They were intrigued by the unique combination of flavors. Sarah: They loved the cake so much that they want to know how to make it hahaha Sarah: Ethan think the Bonbu cake recipe is not quite complete yet. Travis: What do you mean? It looks perfect to me. Sarah: That¡¯s what I told him. But he said there''s a missing ingredient, something that will take it to the next level.. As Travis and Sarah gazed upon their peacefully sleeping son, Travis and Sarah found themselves scratching their heads, overwhelmed, and found themselves increasingly unable to predict Ethan''s movements lately. One day, they would find him diligently tending to the small garden near their house, carefully tending to the plants with a focused determination. On another day, they would discover Ethan engrossed in his woodworking projects, his small knife expertly shaping and carving pieces of wood into intricate designs. But what genuinely surprised Travis and Sarah the most was Ethan''s newfound interest in cooking and trying out new recipes. Whenever he stumbled upon unique ingredients from the forest, his eyes would light up with excitement, and he would embark on a culinary journey in their own kitchen. Ethan came up with the idea to raise Bonbu trees, and with Liam''s help, they successfully captured two small Bonbu trees. Travis and Ethan worked together to build a small pen for the Bonbu trees. They carefully constructed a sturdy enclosure using wood and mesh fencing to ensure the trees would be safely contained. With their combined efforts, the pen was completed, providing a secure space for the Bonbu trees to grow and thrive. The trees are now being raised in a small pen near the garden. Travis suggested raising just one tree, but Ethan insisted on having a pair to allow for breeding and future expansion of their Bonbu tree. Travis: I must admit, I find it quite challenging to keep up with Ethan''s ever-changing pursuits these days. Sarah: I couldn''t agree more, just when we think we have him figured out, he surprises us with a new project. Sarah: How the Bonbu? Are they difficult to take care of? Travis: He provides them with water every now and then. He prepares a bucket filled with water, adding in an old leaf and some forest soil sourced from the very place where the Bonbu trees were captured. Besides tending to his garden, working with wood, and experimenting in the kitchen, Ethan has been really caught up with asking his mother about magic and magic stones. It''s become a big topic of conversation for him, and he''s been curious to learn more about how magic works. It''s clear that he''s fascinated by the idea of magic and wants to explore its secrets. Magic Mark! Ethan: (pouring the water mixture around the base of the Bonbu trees) There you go, my little Bonbu trees. A refreshing drink from the forest just like where you were found. Lianee: (watching) Do you think they''ll like it? Ethan: Well I hope so, I think they''ll appreciate the familiar nutrients. Plus, it''s like a taste of their old home...he he he Lianee: Nui trents...? Liam: It''s interesting how you thought of using that mixture. You really know a lot about taking care of the tree. Ethan: (grinning) I mean its their food. Plus, it''s like its smell and taste of their old home. Liam: It''ll be exciting to see them grow and bear fruits. Liam and Lianee: (in unison) The Bonbu cake you shared with us is absolutely delicious! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, After checking the Bonbu pens, my parents told me that we had to go to the local hall for citizen registration. I was eager to visit the government building, since I knew it might not be easy for a 5 year old kid like me to freely explore and roam around inside. Until next time, dear Diary! Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sarah: Ethan, are you sure you don''t need any help? Ethan: Yeah, I really want to do this on my own. Travis: Because of the writing tools? (sighing) Ethan: Yes, it is (grinning like an idiot) My parents tried to offer their assistance, their smiles tinged with concern, but my determination to do it on my own prevailed. As I sat down to fill out the form, a sense of excitement filled the air. The quill pen felt smooth and light in my hand, its delicate feather tip poised to glide across the parchment. I carefully dipped the quill pen into the inkwell, watching as the dark liquid flowed onto the nib. The nib of the quill pen appeared to be made from a mysterious material, its origins unknown to me. Its color resembled a combination of silver and copper, with a subtle shimmer that caught the light as I tilted the pen. Although I couldn''t identify the exact material. The moment the pen touched the parchment, I felt a connection. The parchment itself was a surprise, made from the skin of an Animal? Plant? Giving it a unique texture. As I examined the parchment closely, I noticed an intricate frame of mystical symbols and letters adorning its edges. Well, the ink I held in the inkwell had a fascinating origin. I had learned that it was derived from the mucus of an underwater creature, known for its unique properties and rich pigmentation. However, I couldn''t help but wonder if there were additional materials or secret recipes involved in the creation of this ink. Perhaps there were special ingredients blended together to enhance its quality and durability. As the ink dried on the parchment, I felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. The form was complete. The receptionist approached me, holding a peculiar box-like device with a mysterious hole.The receptionist carefully took the parchment form from my hand and gently placed it inside the box. It disappeared into the depths of the device. Intrigued, she requested that I place my left hand inside the opening. As I did so, a tingling sensation surged through my hand. To my surprise, a vibrant green light suddenly illuminated from within the box, casting an enchanting glow around my hand. Miss Oyla: Okay its done ess! As I gazed at the mark, it slowly began to fade away, vanishing right before my eyes. I couldn''t understand what had happened. Was there a mistake? Did I do something wrong? Questions raced through my mind as I tried to comprehend the sudden disappearance of the mark. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Ethan: Excuse me, miss. The mark on my hand, it disappeared! Did something go wrong? The receptionist smiled reassuringly, sensing my panic. Miss Oyla: Oh, don''t worry, esss. It''s perfectly normal. The vanishing of the mark is a sign of its successful activation esss. Ethan: Oh! Miss Oyla: I must say, you did a wonderful job filling out the form on your own esss. Ethan: Hehehe Well it''s not that hard. Miss Oyla, the receptionist, possessed long flowing hair that cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face with a touch of elegance. Her cheerful smile added warmth to her features as she interacted with the visitors. Standing in her late 20s, Miss Oyla had a gentle, approachable demeanor that instantly put people at ease. Clad in a blue uniform, neatly pressed, and adorned with a name tag, her vibrant energy and friendly disposition made her a welcoming presence at the reception desk. As Miss Oyla spoke, I noticed a distinct pattern in her speech. Each word seemed to end with an extra "s" sound, giving her a unique voice. As my father and mother engaged in a conversation with Miss Oyla, the receptionist, I approached a nearby shelf and my eyes were immediately drawn to a map adorned the wall. It depicted the surrounding lands, drawn in a simple yet enchanting manner. The shape of the land resembled the delicate petals of a flower, with each section representing a different territory. I marveled at the map, tracing my finger along the pathways and landmarks. According to the map, there were two possible routes to reach the capital. One option was to journey through a village called Quafalls, from there, I could continue on to a small town named Okwood it would take approximately four days of travel by carriage to reach the bustling capital. Another alternative route to reach the capital. It involved passing through a quaint riverside village known as Rivbend. The village was nestled along the banks of a winding river, offering picturesque views and a serene atmosphere. From there, instead of continuing by land, I could embark on a ship that would sail directly to the capital city. The idea of a river journey intrigued me. It presented a different perspective and allowed me to experience the beauty of the surrounding landscapes from the tranquil waters.As my mother called out to me, I quickly responded and hurried over to where she stood. I could sense a hint of urgency in her voice, prompting me to pick up my pace and reach her side as swiftly as I could. Ethan: Yes, Mom? Travis: Ethan, can you please explain to Miss Oyla about the creating. Ethan: Got it... Miss Oyla listened attentively as I explained the creating items. I began with the hammock, describing how it was made and next, I talked about the wooden figure and finally, I shared about the mechanical part of hairclips. Miss Oyla nodded as she absorbed the information, she asked follow-up questions, expressing in the materials used. Miss Oyla: That''s fantastic ess! Your hairclips sound absolutely lovely. I would love to have such a beautiful and unique accessory. Ethan: I would be honored to create a hairclip for you. You can pre-order it with me. I can customize it with your preferred colors and unique design. (a sudden sale pitch from me) Miss Oyla: Pre-order ess? Ethan: It''s more like booking with me. Currently, I have 12 orders for the hairclips to be made, all requested from my mother''s friends. Miss Oyla: Ohh ess Travis: Ehem.. Excuse me, Miss Oyla. We would like to proceed about the registration process. Is it acceptable? Miss Oyla explained that the registration process for the created items required submitting samples to the local hall and paying a registration fee. The fee varied based on the type of creation, and for my specific creations, it amounted to around 500 copper per item. Miss Oyla noticed a distinct mark on all of my creations and inquired about its significance. With a smile, I explained that it was my personal trademark, a symbol representing my unique creations. The mark consisted of the initials "EH" combined with a symbol that held personal meaning to me (it was my previous life zodiac symbol). It was a secret touch that only I knew about, adding a touch of mystery to my creation items. Sarah: Miss Oyla, we''re interested in registering a food recipe creation too. Miss Oyla: Oh, is Ethan the mastermind behind this recipe esss? Sarah: Yes, he is. He created this recipe. (mom shares the Bonbu cake) Miss Oyla: (takes a bite) Wow, this is heavenly esss! Travis: Well, the cake is made using Bonbu fruit. Miss Oyla: What???? This is quite a creation indeed esss! Miss Oyla: Of course! To register a food recipe, there is a fee of around 3-5 silver esss. We also need to have a food tester assess the recipe for safety and health aspects esss. Travis: How long does the evaluation process usually take? Miss Oyla: It typically takes a few days to complete the evaluation and ensure the recipe meets the required standards ess. Once approved, your recipe will be officially registered esss. Sarah: That sounds reasonable. We''ll proceed with the registration process. After everything had settled down, I approached Miss Oyla and politely asked if I could come to the locall hall to read the books on the shelves. Miss Oyla kindly said to me anyone can came and read the books on the shelves, but she warned me that they might be quite boring for a 5-year-old like me. Miss Oyla: The books mostly contained information about Floriveland''s history, trade, and rules esss Ethan: Oh.. I can read it slowly... My father and mother exchanged smiles with Miss Oyla and bid her farewell. As we walked away, a middle-aged man approached her, curious about the conversation. Miss Oyla explained the details of the creating process to him, and in response; Theodore: Could he possibly be the youngest creator in history? Miss Oyla: (in disbelief) No way... Could he really be...esss? The routine of a 5-year-old in Fantasy Land ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, I woke up in the morning to take care of my Bonbu. I checked their progress, ensuring they were healthy and well-nourished. Surprisingly, the Bonbu seemed remarkably tame and well-behaved, without the need for me to knock them down. I¡¯m also helping father and mother in seeding the crops. We prepared the soil, carefully planted the seeds, and covered them with a thin layer of earth. It was a collaborative effort, with each of us taking on different tasks to ensure the success of our crops. After a simple and satisfying lunch, I continued with my creation projects. An open shed had been built near the swing spot, where I focused on creating wooden figures, hairclips, and even sometime a hammock (upon request). Sometimes, a few kids would gather to play with the upgraded wooden flash cards 2.0 that I had enhanced by adding colored to it. Occasionally, Lianee would join in and teach them. I visit the local hall twice a week to read and occasionally inquire with Miss Oyla about this fantasy land whenever she''s free. Until tomorrow, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ethan: Hey Novn , Vondle! Could you lend me a hand with the spring? Novn: How many do you need this time? Ethan: I need around 20 for now. As promise I''ll pay you 10 copper glints for each spring. Vondle: We''ll get to work right away. Ethan: Let''s meet at my shed later to complete the springs. Vondle: Hey Ethan, some other kids want to join us for the football game today. Ethan: That''s great! Let''s welcome them and have a fun game together. Novn: My father said he would like to become the referee today he..he.. Ethan: Oh uncle Xavi agreed with it. It was a unique sight in Treebrook, as I had managed to create an imperfect usable ball and introduce the popular sport from Earth to the little community. The excitement and joy filled the air as we kicked the ball around, running and laughing together. It took some trial and error to teach the other kids on my improvise simple rules of football or some may know as soccer back on Earth.. Since there weren''t many of us, I decided to play and adapt on 5x5; is played between two teams of five players each, one of whom is the goalkeeper. Using the stretchy skin ability of the Bonbu fruit, I cut out a small piece and glued it with the cotton-fibery texture to make it thicker. Then, I carefully sewed and glued the pieces together until it gradually transformed into an almost round ball. It had been a labor of love, and now it was perfectly inflated and ready to be used in the game. We were fortunate to have Sister Nora in our village, as she possesses a unique wind magic different from the typical elemental magic, like fire. With her gracious assistance, she used her magical abilities to help me inflate the ball. Although she primarily focuses on using her abilities to cut crops in a medium-scale, her willingness to lend a hand in various tasks is truly admirable. I was grateful for her help and insisted on paying her 20 coppers for her services. Well, if we don''t have a magic wind user like Sister Nora, I had considered using Grandpa Hamme''s blacksmith blower as an alternative. The powerful blasts of air generated by the blower could potentially inflate the ball with enough force. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. Although sister Nora initially hesitated to accept the money, I insisted as a gesture of gratitude and in case I needed her assistance again in the future, especially if any of the balls were to become damaged. As of now, I have three balls ready for our game, thanks to Sister Nora''s incredible magic. It''s astonishing to see how she can inflate one ball in just three seconds. Her magical abilities truly make the process so much easier and faster! With Novn, Vondle, and Lianee''s help, we successfully put together a wooden scoreboard to keep score during our games. Now we have a fantastic scoreboard to use in our matches! It was a collaborative effort, as they already learned how to write the numbers. Lianee was delighted to take on the part of the scoreboard referee. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The village square buzzed with the sounds of children at play, their laughter and shouts filling the air. Two men, one dressed as a merchant and the other as a assistant, entered the village and were instantly captivated by the lively commotion. The merchant, donning elaborate attire, watched with an inquisitive grin. The assistant dressed in a pristine uniform, trailed behind with a sparkle in his eyes. The children''s vibrant energy and playful antics irresistibly drew the attention of both men, immersing them in the joyful atmosphere. Cedric: (watching the kids) Excuse me, could you tell me what they''re doing? Mr. Kusack: Ah... they''re playing football! Reginard: Football? What''s that? Cedric: Do you know about this football Regi? Reginard: I¡¯m sorry young master, I do not have any information about it. Mr. Kusack: It''s a game where they kick a ball with their feet and try to score goals in the other team. As Cedric and Reginard watched the lively game, the ball flew into the goal. The goal is a simple setup made of sticks, without any net. Ethan''s Team: (erupted in a loud cheer) Goaaallllll! The sound echoed through the village, drawing the attention of Cedric and Reginard. They couldn''t help but join in the enthusiastic celebration, their smiles mirroring the joy and excitement of the moment. Ethan''s team managed to score a goal, bringing the current scoreboard to 3-2 in their favor. Aaah I realized I had forgotten to create a whistle for the referee, a sense of panic washed over me. I desperately hoped that I could still recall the shape and mechanism of a whistle. Ethan: I need to visit Grandpa Hamme, maybe he can help me make one. As I exchanged words with the newcomer, Ferman, a young teenager who seemed to already understand the basic rules of the game, I decided to let him experience the game firsthand. Ethan: Ferman, let''s switch positions Ferman: Alright, I''ll give it a try. I hope I can catch up and understand the game quickly. Ethan: Don''t worry, you''ll be fine. Ferman: (nervously) Thanks... Ethan: No problem, just enjoy the game. With my 43-years'' worth knowledge and understanding of the game, acquired from my previous life, I made sure to enforce fair play and maintain a sense of sportsmanship. Bwahaha! As the kids have an experience with the game, the better they become, the more thrilling the play will be, and the more I will delight in their competitive spirit. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and the moisture clinging to my clothes. Lianee kindly handed me a cloth and a refreshing bottle of water. Ethan: Thanks, Lianee! Lianee: (smiles) Ethan: Are you sure you don''t want to try playing football? You see, Sister Olivia is also enjoying the game. Lianee: I''m just happy being the scoreboard girl, hehehe. Ethan: Okay, if you''re happy with that. Liam: Goallllllllllllllllllllll!!!! Ethan: Who scored the goal? Novn: It''s Sister Olivia again. Ethan: She''s really good with her footwork. Novn: She has the Zephyr Step skills as her magical ability. It enhances her footwork and makes her incredibly agile. Ethan: What?? I should warn her.. Ethan: (shouted) Hey Sister Olivia, no magic skill on the field! It''s challenging to ask the players not to use their magic or superpower skills in the game.I''ll keep an eye on them to ensure they play fair and square. Well, it''s still early in the game for the kids to adapt. And the game came to an end, both teams applauded and cheered happily. Ethan: (excitedly) It was so close! Liam: It was intense! Olivia: Good game... a well-fought match indeed. The final score on the scoreboard remained at 3-3, with satisfied smiles, everyone bid farewell. Travis: (smiling) Ethan, can us borrow the ball for a little while...? I noticed a few men who seemed very excited to give the football game a try. They were ready to take on the challenge, their enthusiasm contagious, making the game even more enjoyable for everyone involved. Earning and Training Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. That Thing Travis: Ah, that thing you''re looking for.. It''s actually arrived this morning. Ethan: Whatt???!! You should say it faster. I rushed to the house, reaching the door with eager anticipation. My eyes were fixed on the table where several crates sat, waiting eagerly. With excitement, I quickly opened the cloth covering the crates to see treasures lay inside. I was familiar with the white liquid in the bottles, in this world milk is known as Lej. As I cautiously approached the pink stone, I reached out to touch the stone, feeling its smooth texture beneath my fingertips. The faint aroma of sweetness filled the air, tickling my nose. Excitement filled my young heart as I held the pink stone, knowing it held the potential to add a delightful burst of flavor to my day. Ethan: (licking the stone) Fuuuu, it''s so sweet! I love it! Sarah: (concerned) Ethan, please don''t lick the stone. It''s not meant to be eaten directly. Ethan: (excitedly) Mom, you won''t believe it! With this and the Lej, I can finally perfected the Bonbu cake recipe! Woohooooo! My mom stood there with a smile on her face, observing me, her young son dance around with the pink stone in hand. As I danced around with the pink stone, lost in my own world of excitement, a sudden shout from outside our house startled me. I look outside to see Ferman and Mr. Quinto, along with two unfamiliar faces. Ferman: (with a smile) Hey, Ethan! I''m guiding Mr. Quinto and his companion to your house. Ethan: (surprised) Oh Thank you, Ferman. Hello, Mr. Quinto and...? Mr. Quinto introduced Mr. Cedric and his assistant Mr. Reginard to me. Mr. Cedric is a merchant hailing from Tradehaven, currently on a quest to discover new resources. My mom approached me and discreetly glanced at the visitors. Ethan: (whispering) Mom, those are Mr. Cedric and his assistant, Mr. Reginard. They''re merchants from Tradehaven. My mom asked me to welcome them into the house while we waited for my dad. I led them to the sofa that I newly created, and my mom graciously served them refreshing fruity twist and with some Bonbu cake. I noticed my dad walking towards us, holding some tools in his hands. He greeted them with a warm smile and went to wash his hands. Soon, all of us gathered around. Mr. Quinto: Mr. Cedric is my former employer. He is one of the top merchants in Tradehaven. Travis: Mr. Cedric, you''re a merchant from Tradehaven? What brings you to our village? Mr. Cedric: We''ve come to inquire about purchasing some raw oil crop and I''m currently on a quest to explore and discover new opportunities for trade. Travis: That''s interesting to hear. I hope you find what you''re looking for during your quest in our village. Mr. Cedric: I must say Mr. Travis, I''m truly impressed with your son creation. The swing he crafted; It caught my eye the moment I saw it. Mr. Reginard: This snack is quite tasty, I must say. Mrs Sarah cooking is absolutely amazing. Sarah: (smile) I merely followed my son''s recipe as he was the one who came up with these. If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Mr. Quinto and Mr. Cedrid: (in unison) Did you make this cake, Ethan? Mr. Quinto: Not only are you skilled with wood, but now you''re also adept at creating food! Ethan: It from Bonbu fruit... so it¡¯s a Bonbu Cake I can see their astonishment was evident as they tried to comprehend how such a young child could come up with such a culinary creation. I''m sorry guys, but this modified recipe is using the knowledge from my previous life. Mr. Cedric: I can''t believe someone your age could create something like this.... fu fu fu it¡¯s delicious. Ethan: It was a fun trial in the kitchen...and mom helped me a lot during the process. Mr. Cedric glanced at Mr. Quinto and shifted into a serious expression, entering business mode. Mr. Cedrc: With the permission of Mr. Travis and Mrs. Sarah. Ethan, do you have any interest in doing business with me? Ethan: I''d be more than happy to discuss the contracts. Mr. Cedric: Wonderful to hear, Ethan! We are impressed with your hairclip creation and and this Bonbu cake. Ethan: I''m honored that you find my creations valuable. Mr. Cedric intrigued by my two creations. He would like to begin with a trial order of 500 hairclips to gauge the market in Tradehaven. We are negotiating the terms, including a fair price per unit and establishing a payment schedule upon delivery. Additionally, I requested some tools to aid in the preparation process. As for the Bonbu cake, After perfecting the Bonbu recipe with the new ingredient; I am willing to sell it to them on the condition that they exclusively sell it under the brand name "Treebrook." I yearned for the recognition of Treebrook''s name whenever someone tasted our Bonbu cakes. Mr. Quinto and Mr. Cedric will be selling the Bonbu cakes in their respective territories to ensure the cakes'' freshness while I''ll supply them with the main ingredient. We''ve agreed on a 3-year contract, and we''ll renegotiate it after that period. As Mr. Quinto stand up from the seat where he sat, he couldn''t help but express his delight. Mr. Quinto: This is so comfortable. I nodded with a grin and explained to him the concept of the sofa, which was similar to a bed mattress, but this time filled Aurelia''s Veil part. Mr. Quinto''s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn''t help but comment on the unique design of the sofa. In this world, furniture was typically crafted from wood or metal and embellished with precious gems for decoration. The use of the Aurelia Veil ingredient to create such a comfortable sofa was truly an innovative and refreshing approach. Mr. Quinto: I believe we can sell it Mr. Cedric: The uniqueness and comfort of this sofa could certainly appeal to customers looking for something different. Mr. Reginard: We can showcase it as a special and exclusive item in our collection. Mr. Quinto: (grinned) Let''s give it a try then! We can create a small batch and see how the market responds. As the excitement around selling the Aurelia Veil sofa grew, a wave of panic washed over me. I hadn''t documented the blueprint or taken note of the intricate details during the creation process. It was simply an experimental project born out of curiosity and fun.Trying to hide my inner turmoil, I cleared my throat nervously and spoke up Ethan: Wait, hold on a moment. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I must admit something. It was more of an experiment, and I didn''t document the specifications. Mr. Quinto and Mr. Cedric exchanged puzzled glances, and Mr. Quinto raised an eyebrow. I feeling a bit embarrassed. Ethan: I don''t have a proper writing set to record everything accurately. Mr. Cedric:Reginard, could you kindly prepare a gift of a proper writing set for Ethan? Reginard: Of course, I''ll get it ready right away. Travis: Wait... We truly appreciate your support, Mr. Cedric, but we don''t want to burden you with the cost of this pricey writing set. Mr. Cedric: Think of it as an investment in Ethan talents and the potential of his projects. Ethan: Thank you so much for your generosity. I''ll make sure to put this writing set to good use. Mr. Cedric: I hope this helps you with your future creations, Ethan Ethan: Once I receive the writing set, I''ll create a blueprint of the sofa, register the creation, and inform you about it. As we bid farewell to our visitors, Mr. Cedric seemed genuinely delighted and praised my business acumen when I proposed an idea how to promote the Bonbu cake. By suggested offering free samples to customers, which was an old but effective business tactic back on Earth. He appreciated the strategy and saw the potential in attracting more customers through the delightful taste of the cake. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, Today is a momentous day, filled with anticipation and excitement. As I pen these words, I can''t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for all the imaginary diaries we''ve shared together. Soon, my wish for a real writing set will come true, and this diary entry might be the last of its kind. Bwahahaha You''ve been my faithful companion, a repository of my thoughts. As I bid farewell to the imaginary diaries, I look forward to the adventures that await in the realm of reality. Until we meet again, in the pages of the real writing set. Yours faithfully, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In my bed, I can''t help but roll around with glee, my excitement bubbling over like a playful stream. The anticipation of the real writing set''s arrival fills me with joy, and I find myself tossing and turning, unable to contain my happiness. Wooohoooo! The Art of Distraction Exhausted and perspiring, I find myself struggling during my training. I''m been training for almost four months now, I''m running around the village, and to my dismay, my father has expanded my training regime, making it even more challenging. I can''t help but feel frustrated with his decision, thinking he''s being heartless, as I push myself to the limits to improve. Ethan: Good Morning Mr. Kusack! Mr. Kucask: Morning.. Still hard-working haa... good good Ethan: Morning Ferman! See you next ball game... Ferman: Got it. With a basket of Bonbu fruit slung over my back, I made my way to the Wanderer''s Inn. As I walked, I felt the weight of the basket adding to my strength training. It was a small challenge, but I embraced it as an opportunity to build my stamina and endurance. Mrs. Polka: (seeing Ethan) Oh, Ethan! Good morning! It''s always a pleasure to see you. Ethan: Good morning, Mrs. Polka! I brought the Bonbu. Mrs. Polka: (excited) Thank you so much, Ethan! Ethan: I pick the best ones from my farm. Mrs. Polka: (gratefully) Thank you and Thank you again for sharing the recipe with me. I really appreciate it. Ethan: I have no doubt that with your experienced hands, the Bonbu cakes will be even more delightful. Mrs Polka: Bonbu cakes is a big hit with the customers. Ethan: That''s fantastic to hear! Mrs. Polka: (whispered) Dealara, the magician, never misses the Bonbu cakes. She comes here every day! Ethan: Whoooa Mrs Polka: It seems like she''s absolutely hooked on the cakes! As I made my way to the local hall, I couldn''t help but feel a sense of familiarity and warmth. Miss Oyla, the friendly and welcoming presence at the hall, greeted me with a warm smile as I approached. I decided to check my account while I was here. The enchanting nature of this fantasy land never fails to mesmerize me. As I placed my magical mark on the glowing stone tablet, my account details were revealed before my eyes. There, I could see the payment from Mr. Quinto and Mr. Cedric, reassuring me of the successful business venture we had undertaken. It felt good to see the money¡­ ka-ching! ka-ching! Then I strolled along the corner wall, my attention was drawn to a group of hunters displaying various monster materials. One particular item caught my eye - a large, bulky fur skin with a dark green color. I couldn''t help but wonder what kind of monster it came from. As I got closer and examined it, a strong and pungent smell wafted into my nose, causing me to step back in surprise. Xame: Ah, that''s the fur of a Begemo monster. It''s currently in season, Begemo live around nearby mountain area. Ethan: I see. So, what do you do with the fur? Xame: Ah, this fur is highly valued in the market. It''s often used to make sturdy and durable inside the armor, especially for warriors who need resistance with fire elements. Ethan: That''s fascinating! In my hands, I held a carefully crafted box containing the hairclips captain Theodore had ordered. The hairclips were a gift for his wife, and I wanted to make sure they were presented with the utmost care. Captain Theodore seemed pleased to see me and eagerly took the box from my hands. Theodore: Thanks. These are the hairclips I ordered for my wife, right? Ethan: I''m sure she''ll love them as a thoughtful gift. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Ethan: I need to continue my training now. Take care captain! Theodore: Best of luck with your training. His family is planning to visit Treebrook village soon, as they don''t want to miss the upcoming Treebrook festival. Yeah, its a joyous celebration, filled with hope for a bountiful harvest this year. One of the highlights of the festival is the special event called the Solo Rite. It is a special event where teenager aged 14 to 16 showcase their skills by embarking on a solo hunting or foraging expedition in the forest, bringing back the results of their hunts and forages. It''s a tradition that symbolizes their transition from childhood to adulthood. The gathering will take place in the central area, right next to the mesmerizing and radiant tree named Moxi. The adults will prepare the food using ingredients from hunting and foraging. Ah, I forget! I remember promising to meet Grandpa Hamme. The thing I asked him to do should be finished by now. I run and enter the shop and shout Grandpa Hamme''s name to get his attention. Ethan: Grandpa Hamme! I¡¯m here!!! Granpa Hamme: Ahem! There''s no need to shout; I''m right here.. Ethan: He..he.. he that thing¡­?? Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! I did my best to fulfill your request. Please take a look at this. Ethan: Grandpa, your skills are truly remarkable! This creation is impressive, and I can''t wait to test it. After paying grandpa for his exceptional work, I bid him farewell and walked away with a sense of anticipation for the results of his creation. Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! At least tell me what you are going to do with it, Ethan!! I sprinted as fast as I could to the shed, startling a few kids along the way. My father, who witnessed my hurried dash, called out to me in surprise. Travis: Why are you so late finishing your training? I specifically told you to come back right after delivering the Bonbu. Ethan: I''m sorry, Dad. I got caught up with something urgent after delivering the Bonbu. Travis: Now go and finish the training by swinging your sword 1000 times. Ethan: (reluctantly) Oh, come on! After the 1000 swings, I dropped the sword and laid back in the shed, catching my breath. As I looked around, I saw Novn and Vondale also engaged in their basic training nearby. It seems my training has influenced them, and I couldn''t help but feel a strong bond between us. I guess we are true soulmate buddies now, sharing the same passion. Lianee: Is the training really difficult for you to follow? She popped up on my right shoulder, handing me a bottle of water and a cloth. Ethan: I got distracted in the middle of the training, hahaha.. In one corner, a bunch of little ones happily explored the wooden cards. With Eyka''s help, they playfully tried to make sense of the letters. It was delightful to witness their learning blossoming. Miss Oyla also mentioned that a few kids started coming to the hall to read after I shared my experience with them. In the local hall, I discovered some useful books containing information about the various monsters that roam our forests and details about different herbs. These resources were incredibly helpful for me to expand my cooking style, as I could now incorporate new ingredients and create even more delightful dishes. After a brief rest, I recalled the thing from Grandpa Hamme. Excitedly, I opened the large wooden box placed next to the crates, revealing a classic guitar body shape that Mr. Yox and I had crafted together. Putting together the guitar body shape, neck, and headstock was no easy task; it required meticulous attention to detail and a lot of effort. Following Mr. Yox''s advice, we decided to use two types of wood, and I readily agreed with his expertise. Fortunately, with Mr. Yox''s vast knowledge of woodwork, he being a true grandmaster of wood, we were able to create a truly classical guitar piece. Seeking Grandpa Hamme''s help with the tuner creation for the headstock proved to be a wise decision, as his expertise was invaluable in achieving the desired result. Recreating the guitar instrument was indeed a challenge, especially considering the limited music instruments available in the village, which mostly consisted of plain hand drums, wooden boards, and nut-skin shakes tied to sticks. Excitedly, I took out the thing I had just received from Grandpa Hamme ¨C the six strings. These strings were made from the branches of the Ting Tree. I saluted Grandpa Hamme in my heart for crafting such amazing strings. Although I didn''t fully know the detailed making process, I could feel the quality and craftsmanship. I was confident that these strings would work beautifully with the guitar I had assembled. Ethan: This is taking quite a bit of time. Alright, let''s do some tuning. As I moved up to the headstock, I was taken aback by the presence of all the members and the small kids who had gathered around me. Vondle: What is that thing you''re holding up, Ethan? Ethan: (smile) Would you like to know how it works? Everyone nodded eagerly and seemed impatient to see the thing that I held. I hoped that I could remember the chords, and this guitar would produce the same beautiful sounds. As I strummed the chords, I started to sing "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" Ethan: Old MacDonald had a farm, Ee-i-ee-i-o, And on his farm, he had some cows, Ee-i-ee-i-o, With a moo-moo here....... As I played and sang, I could see a mixture of surprise and bewilderment on the faces of the members, while the small kids looked happy and amazed by the sound of the guitar. Ethan: (finished the song) Ee i ee i o The small kid came closer to me, touched the guitar Mia: (grabbing Ethan hand) Brother Ethan, what is a cow? Moo-moo...? Reo: Yeahh what is the oik oik...? Oh no, I completely forgot! This is a fantasy land, and there are no such animals here. What a big mistake I''ve made. I cover my face with my hand in embarrassment. Nuts After an hour of training in the ground, I fell down during one of my father''s attacks. I must admit, I''m not naturally athletic, but I realize that learning a self-defense tactics will be crucial for me, especially when I intend to travel around. I stood in the training ground, sweat dripping down my forehead as I held a wooden sword in my hand. I took a deep breath and shouted as he swung the sword, trying to imagine a magical trigger to enhance my attack. Ethan: (panting)¡­. slashhhhh! However, my enthusiasm got the better of him, and I lost my balance, falling to the ground. Travis: What the... haha You need to focus on the fundamentals first. Let''s work on your stance and balance. Ethan: he he he Okay.. Travis: Take it one step at a time, and you''ll get there... Ethan: I want to become skilled enough.. With renewed determination, I resumed my training, this time focusing on steady and precise movements. Travis: Alright, let''s continue tomorrow and grab some breakfast Feeling refreshed after a quick bath and a simple sandwich breakfast, I eagerly welcomed the long-awaited writing set that had finally arrived. The crate contained an assortment of paper materials and a quill pen. Though the paper had a slightly coarse texture, I believed it would serve my purpose well. Taking care to maximize its usage, I divided the paper, allocating two-thirds for my project and setting aside the remaining one-third for personal use. With skillful hands, I cut and crafted the paper into a small notebook, perfect for jotting down my thoughts and experiences in my diary. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Hello Real Diary, I received the most wonderful news that my mom is pregnant! I can''t even begin to express how happy and thrilled I am. A little brother or little sister will soon join our family. I was in the living room when my parents broke the news to me. Mom had a radiant smile on her face, and Dad couldn''t hide his happiness either. They told me that our family is growing, and I couldn''t contain my excitement. I am looking forward to the months ahead, eagerly waiting for the day when I get to meet my new little sibling. With love and excitement, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ While I was in my room, I heard my mom calling out for me. Soon after, brother Liam and sister Olivia entered, carrying a small sack of leaves with them. Olivia: We asked Dealara about it, and she said they''re safe to use. Liam: Here you go... (pass) I came across this unexpected discovery when a group of mischievous kids pulled a prank on me, persuading me to eat a peculiar leaf. Those little rascals! I can''t believe they actually tricked me, and it still annoys me a bit when I think about it. Olivia: Dealara said the leaf is called Firesprout. It''s not widely used as medicine, but it can help increase your body heat. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. Olivia and Dealara had become quite close due to the Bonbu cake-ship. The history between them started when Olivia, who is Mrs. Polka''s daughter, used to deliver cakes to Dealara whenever she got lost in her work. Liam: Dealara warned that using it in large quantities could cause stomach pain. Ethan: (silly face) Let us venture into the kitchen where the secrets of spells and enchantments reside.. bwahahaha Olivia: (chuckles) Ethan, you always know how¡­. Your silliness never fail to amuse me Ethan: Mom, we''re going to take over the kitchen for a little while. Is that okay? As we entered the kitchen, Mom simply nodded and smiled in approval. The three of us gathered around the counter, and I quickly retrieved a small basket from the storeroom. Inside the basket, I had a collection of various nuts. Ethan: Brother Liam and Sister Olivia, could you help me prepare the nuts, please? Mom entered the kitchen and effortlessly conjured flames with her magic, and I couldn''t help but smile at her incredible abilities. Ethan: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. Olivia: (amazement) Ah aunt sarah do you always let Ethan in the kitchen? Sarah: Ethan has been doing trial runs with recipes for quite some time, he''s quite familiar in the kitchen. I arranged the nuts on a baking pan and toasted them until they turned a light golden brown. Soon enough, the delightful aroma of the freshly baked nuts filled the kitchen. Once they were out of the oven, I allowed them to cool for a few minutes. As the delightful aroma filled the kitchen, I couldn''t resist sneaking a quick taste of one of the freshly baked nuts before they were fully cooled. The crunchiness and flavor were already promising, making me excited for the final result.I chopped the Firesprout and added oil to the saucepan, I sprinkled in a few dried herbs and seasoned the mixture with a pinch of salt and pink rock sugar that I had previously granulated. Next, I gently poured the perfectly toasted nuts into the saucepan, coating them with the flavorful mixture. I carefully put them into the pan and stirred everything together, making sure the flavors were evenly combined. The kitchen filled with a delightful aroma as the nuts cooked, and I couldn''t help but smile at the mouthwatering smell. I divided them into three batches. The first bowl had a bit more Firesprout for an extra kick, the second had a nice and balanced amount, while the third bowl had only a small hint of Firesprout to keep it mild. Ethan: (excitedly) Alright, Let''s give them a taste. Liam: (curious) Firesprout, huh? Olivia: (eager) I can''t wait to try them! Ethan: (handing them the bowl) Here you go. Be careful, they might still be a bit warm. Liam: (trying the first bowl) Whoa, this one''s got a fiery punch! It definitely wakes up the taste buds. Ethan: (chuckling) Yeah, it''s like a flavor explosion! Olivia: (trying the second bowl) Ah, this is just right! The nutty flavor comes through nicely, and the Firesprout complements it perfectly. Ethan: (trying the third bowl) Hmm, this one is more subtle, but the Firesprout still leaves a pleasant aftertaste. Liam: (smiling) Each bowl has its own unique charm. It''s tough to pick a favorite. Olivia: The Firesprout adds a unique twist to the nuts. Liam: Are you thinking of selling this? Ethan: Nope, these are for the festival. I plan to serve them during the event. Olivia: These will surely be a hit at the festival. Ethan: Please give me your feedback after eating the nuts. I used the Firesprout, so if any stomach troubles happen... hahaha Liam and Olivia looked at each other and burst into laughter as they had forgotten about the Firesprout trial run. Olivia : What are you going to name this food? Liam: Flaming Nut? Ethan: (agreed with a smile) Flaming Nut it is! With hopeful hearts, the three of us decided to go with the second bowl for the festival. And I''ve already come up with the idea to serve the nuts in woven leaf containers, adding a touch of natural charm to our presentation for the festival. Fingers crossed that nothing unexpected would happen to us tonight after the trial run with the Firesprout seasoning. I went to my room and retrieved two items. For Brother Liam, I made a medium-sized sling bag using dried Bonbu skin, and I added a rugged leather strap and a small metal buckle as a decoration. As for Sister Olivia, I crafted a similar sling bag and Mom kindly offered her assistance with the embroidery, creating beautiful flowers and vines on the sling bag. Ethan: Ta-da! These are for both of you. Liam: (Smiling) Wow, Ethan, You made these bags? Olivia: I love the decorations¡­ Ethan: I''m glad you like them! Consider it a gift for your adulthood ceremony. And best of luck with the Solo Rite. I''m sure you both will do great! Liam and Olivia: Thanks Ethan. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In the corner of the house, where I created a cozy sofa, where my parents were having a normal husband and wife conversation. Travis: (with a mouthful of nuts) These nuts are incredibly addictive. I can''t stop munching on them! Sarah: (smiling) They turned out better than I expected. By the way, have you thought about what we''ll name our baby? Travis: (pausing to think) Hmm, I haven''t given it much thought yet. How about you? Any names you have in mind? Sarah: (continuing to sew) Well, I was thinking about some traditional names. But I''m also open to more unique names if you have any ideas. Travis: (smirking) How about Blaze? It sounds strong and adventurous. Sarah: Ethan has a knack for coming up with creative and imaginative names. I''m sure he''ll have some great ideas for the baby''s name¡­. Treebrook Festival I sit on a comfortable rug with my guitar in hand, engrossed in my practice. I couldn''t help but notice that the sound slightly out of tune. Rather than being discouraged, I decided to make do with it the sound may not have been perfect, I guess I need to look up the string creation a little more. As I finished my practice, I put the guitar down and took a deep breath. My mom is sitting comfortably on the couch, her belly gently protruding. I kneel down beside her, holding a bottle of scented oil in one hand. With a warm smile, I gently apply the oil on my hands, ready to give her a soothing massage. Ethan: Let me help you relax a bit. You deserve some pampering during this special time. Sarah: Oh, Ethan, that''s so sweet of you. Thank you.. you finish practicing? Ethan: I¡¯m ¡­ not getting the right tone... Sarah: Don''t feel rushed. You''ll figure it out. The first time Sarah saw the instrument, she was stunned¡ªit was truly one-of-a-kind. She was puzzled by the sound of the guitar; for her, it sounded melodious and soothing. And when she asked Ethan about the source of his creation, he always maintained a poker face and simply replied, "Oh, it''s just trial and error." Sarah: (curious) I overheard you and your friends talking about introducing those nuts at the festival. Ethan: Yep...the boys helping me with the setup. I hope everyone enjoys the nuts as much as I do he he he. Sarah: (smiling) I have no doubt they will. When I was giving my mom a massage and having a little chat, she told me that the baby inside her tummy was being all active. It was like the baby was moving around and letting us know it was there. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ People began to arrive at Treebrook Village, the festive atmosphere grew livelier. I noticed Mr. Quinto setting up his own stall nearby, adding to the excitement of the event.The village square was adorned with colorful decorations, and the sweet aroma of various foods filled the air. It was heartwarming to see families and friends coming together, chatting and laughing, as they explored the different stalls and attractions. Novn, Vondle, and I were busy with our own stall, preparing the flaming nuts. We wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the festival-goers to enjoy. The anticipation of sharing our creations with the villagers made the preparations even more thrilling. Xame: I''ve never tasted anything like this before. No name hunter: I can''t stop eating them! Vondle: I can already see Flaming Nuts Take Over the Treebrook! Novn: (proudly) That''s the magic touch of the Firesprout! Lianee stood near the stall, her anticipation grew with every passing moment. She couldn''t help but fidget and glancing around the festival grounds to catch a glimpse of her brother Liam returning from his solo rite. She finally spotted her brother Liam returning from his solo rite. It had been three hours since the rite began, and her heart swelled with pride as she saw Liam walking confidently towards her, carrying his hunting spoils. Liam''s face was beaming with a mix of exhaustion and triumph, and he proudly displayed the results of his successful hunting expedition. The forest seemed to have been generous to him, as he brought back an impressive bounty of game. Lianee rushed to greet him, unable to contain her excitement and curiosity about his solo rite adventure. Lianee: Liam! You''re back! How was it? Tell me everything! As Liam and Lianee stood at the stall, my father approached them with a proud smile on his face. He patted Liam on the back, acknowledging his successful solo rite. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Travis: That''s a good catch, Liam. I''m proud of you. Liam: Thanks, Uncle Travis! Lianee stood beside them, feeling a mixture of emotions as she looked at her brother. The memories of their late parents flashed through her mind, and she couldn''t help but feel a twinge of sadness. Travis: You both have grown so much since your parents passed away. I know it hasn''t been easy, but I want you to know that all the villager is here for you, always. Liam: We appreciate everything you and the villagers have done for us. Travis: You''re like family to all of us. As the conversation took a heartfelt turn, I decided to lighten the mood with a playful remark. Ethan: (grinning) Alright, alright, let''s not get too serious now. Time for some delicious distractions¡ªintroducing the one and only, flaming nuts! Liam: How did people react to the flaming nuts at the festival? Did they love them? Liam: Everyone was curious about the spicy twist, and when they tried them, they couldn''t get enough. Some were surprised by the heat, but they still kept coming back for more! It was a big hit! Lianee spotted Olivia coming over with a triumphant look on her face, holding some hunting spoils. Olivia: (excitedly) I managed to collect quite a bunch of nuts. I thought it could be a great addition to your stall. Ethan: (impressed) Thanks for bringing them, Sister Olivia! The night of the Treebrook festival was enchanting as all the villagers and visitors gathered around the central area. The aroma of the various dishes filled the air, and the lights from the Moxi tree added to the magical ambiance. The adult proudly combined all the participant''s solo rite hunting spoils and other delicacies, creating a grand feast that was fit for a celebration. The tables were filled with an abundance of delicious dishes, showcasing the skills and efforts of each individual during their solo rite. For me, the hunting spoils and delicacies felt like a culinary adventure waiting to unfold. There were some ingredients and flavors I had never tried before, making it a feast of exciting discoveries. The variety of fruits and other unique items showcased the rich diversity of our forest and its offerings.As the feast was ready, everyone took their place, and Mr. Kusack, as the representative of this festival, stood up to give a heartfelt toast. Mr. Kusack: (raising his glass) Friends, fellow villagers, and esteemed guests, I stand before you with a heart full of gratitude and joy. Today, we gather here at the Treebrook festival, not only to celebrate the harvest but also to cherish the spirit of the solo rite participants have proven their skills and maturity, bringing back bountiful spoils from their expeditions. Their accomplishments are a testament to their dedication and determination. Let us raise our glasses to their achievements! (All raise their glasses) Everyone: Cheers! With the festivities still in full swing, the music filled the air and the children''s laughter echoed throughout the village. The vibrant atmosphere encouraged me to take a bold step and make my way to the center stage. As I stood there, facing the eager crowd, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. But I reminded myself that this was just a celebration, and there was nothing to fear. Ethan: (taking a deep breath) Good evening, everyone! I hope you''re all having a fantastic time tonight. As I mentioned the piece I was about to play, a puzzled silence fell over the audience. Ethan: (smiling) I''m gonna play "Canon in D". Hope you enjoy it! And the last note faded, the audience erupted into applause and cheers. I couldn''t help but feel a sense of accomplishment and joy, knowing that music had touched their hearts in some way. (Thank you, Mr. Johann Pachelbel!) Ethan: Let''s keep the festivities going! Dance, laugh, and enjoy this wonderful night! Mr. Quinto: You''re really talented with your hands, Ethan! I''m truly impressed! And are you planning to sell these flaming nuts? Ethan: I might consider selling them in the future Mr. Quinto leaned in for a closer look at the guitar, his expression turning to one of curiosity and amazement. Mr. Quinto: This is truly one of a kind Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! these are the strings? Mr. Yox: Ethan, the wooden parts turned out beautifully... Grandpa Hamme: Ahem! I believe I can make some improvements to the string. Why don''t you send it back to me, and I''ll work on it for you? Ethan: Don''t you have a lot of tasks ahead Grandpa? Grandpa Hamme, Mr. Yox, and Mr. Quinto stood around me, examining the guitar. They seemed truly fascinated with the finished instrument. Travis: I hope you''re not neglecting your training while indulging in this thing... Sarah: He''s been working hard, and music is a beautiful form of expression. I''m sure he''ll find the right balance...right? Ethan: hehehe yes dad. Grandma Monne: (enthusiastically) The music was truly wonderful. Olivia: Ethan, you are... so... Lianee: (suggested) You should play all the music pieces! Grandma Monne and Olivia: (surprise) Are there more music pieces? Play it!!!! With a grin on my face, I couldn''t ignore their enthusiastic request, so I picked up my guitar once again and started playing some other pieces. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Back from the festival, that night was one of the toughest I''ve ever experienced. I had a high fever, and my body felt like it was engulfed in intense heat. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could hardly open my eyes. My brain seemed to be pulsating, and I feared it might explode from the pressure. In my weakened state, I could still hear my dad''s soothing voice as he spoke nearby. I could feel my mom''s gentle hand on my forehead, supplying comfort and reassurance. Despite my efforts, I couldn''t manage to open my eyes. The fever had taken its toll on my body, leaving me feeling incapacitated. I tried to relax and take slow, deep breaths, trying to find some relief. It was challenging to focus, but I knew relaxation was key to managing the discomfort. Gradually, the pain became more bearable. I continued to breathe steadily, trying to ease the intensity of the fever. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, and each moment felt like a battle against the fiery sensation within me. As the night wore on, my fever eventually subsided, and I could feel some relief from the intense heat that had engulfed me. System: Ding! Ethan Harveston''s data has been successfully synchronized. Level up... level up... Ethan: Urgh Uh level up...? Urghh my brain... Best Friend or Girl Friend? Lianee observed Ethan, she couldn''t help but form her first impression of him. To her, Ethan''s unique qualities made him stand out from the other kids. Her innocent curiosity and honesty shone through her words, reflecting the straightforwardness of a 5-year-old''s perspective. Lianee: You know, Ethan is kinda weird, isn''t he? The first time Lianee laid eyes on Ethan, she was greeted by a cherubic face with bright, curious eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. His hair was slightly tousled, giving him a carefree and playful appearance. With a mischievous grin on his lips, he exuded an aura of endless energy, always on the move and eager to explore his surroundings with wonder and enthusiasm. Lianee: (curious) What are you doing, Ethan? Ethan: (proudly) It''s a shiny small animal! I think it''s magical. See the sparkles? He never hesitates to ask "why" and "how" questions that pique his interest and he''s never content until he unravels the mysteries around him. Ethan: Hey, Liam! Look at these cool feathers! Why do you think it''s so heavy? Ethan: Listen dad! How do you think about magic stone? How is work? One sunny day, Lianee spotted Ethan up to some mischief adventures. As she approached him, she noticed him carefully collecting small crawling creatures and placing them inside a jar. Some of these creatures were known to be dangerous and even poisonous, making her a little concerned. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. Lianee: You always have a way of surprising us Ethan: Huh? Lianee: What do you plan to do with all those crawling? Ethan: Oh, I''m just collecting them to study and learn more about them! Lianee: Well, that''s certainly.... There are moments, she often observes him in moments of deep thought, lying on the ground, seemingly lost in his own world of imagination. It''s as if he''s trying to solve some sort of puzzle or unravel a secret that only he knows about. At first, Lianee thought Ethan was a bit peculiar. He had this air of mystery around him, always lost in his thoughts but sometime coming up with the most unusual ideas. But as they spent more time together, she realized that Ethan''s uniqueness was what made him so special. Whenever they played together, Ethan would come up with the most imaginative and exciting games. He had a way of turning ordinary things into extraordinary adventures. Like the swing he created from an old rope and a sturdy wood ¨C it was simple, but it brought so much joy and laughter. Lianee loved how Ethan''s creations were one-of-a-kind. Take the pretty hairclips he made for her ¨C they were like little pieces of art that adorned her hair perfectly. She couldn''t help but feel special whenever she wore them. But her absolute favorite was the wooden card he made for her to learn letters. It was like a magical tool that made learning so much fun. With Ethan''s help, she quickly picked up all the letters, and soon she was able to spell her name and other words too. Lianee couldn''t shake the worry that gripped her heart. It had been such a joyous day, filled with laughter and excitement as Ethan showcased his new creation, the guitar. She had always loved listening to him practice. But now, the atmosphere had changed drastically. Ethan was lying in bed, his usually bright and curious eyes now heavy with fever. The memory of his vibrant performance just moments ago felt like a distant dream. Lianee couldn''t believe how quickly things had taken a turn for the worse. She sat by his side, watching him sleep fitfully. The worry gnawed at her as she remembered how Ethan had smiled and laughed just hours ago. Now, all she wanted was for him to wake up healthy and happy once more. Lianee couldn''t bear the thought of losing her dear friend. The idea that the fever might take Ethan''s life was too much to bear. She wished she could do something to make him feel better, to chase away the sickness and bring back the spark in his eyes. Lianee: (whispering) Ethan, please wake up soon... Ding! As I opened my eyes and felt like I got hit by a truck, I saw my mom''s fatigued face and.. ¡¾Worker¡¿ ¡¾Seamstress¡¿¡¾Performer¡¿¡¾ Ranger¡¿¡¾Hunter¡¿ ¡¾Writer¡¿ ¡¾Blacksmith¡¿¡¾Woodworker¡¿¡¾Craftsman¡¿¡¾Collector¡¿¡¾Synthetic Master¡¿¡¾Adventurer¡¿¡¾Merchant¡¿ ¡¾Enchanter¡¿¡¾White Mage¡¿¡¾Archery¡¿ ¡¾Commander¡¿ ¡¾Chief¡¿¡¾Housekeeper¡¿ ¡¾Sorcerer¡¿¡¾Chef¡¿ ¡¾Alchemist¡¿ ¡¾Magic Swordsman¡¿¡¾Magic Shielder¡¿¡¾Black Mage¡¿¡¾Wizard¡¿¡¾Farmer¡¿ ¡¾Mage Atelier¡¿ ¡¾Summoner¡¿¡¾Lumberjack¡¿¡¾ Berseker¡¿ ¡¾Martial Master¡¿¡¾Bard¡¿¡¾Mercenary¡¿ ¡¾Hero¡¿¡¾Warrior¡¿ ...and there were these crazy glowing texts floating on the ceiling. Could this be one of those isekai perks they talk about. It''s like straight out of a fantasy story or video game! My head is still spinning from all of it, though. Maybe I should get more sleep and see if things make sense when I wake up. Travis: Are you feeling better? Ethan: (smiling) Yeah, much better now, thank you. Travis: Miss Dealara said she''d come by to check on you soon. Ethan: Alright... Thanks for looking after me... You should go rest with mom. Travis: (looking at Ethan curiously) Something on the ceiling? Ethan: (hesitant) Um, it''s nothing. Travis: (concerned) Are you sure you''re feeling okay? I just nodded, but my eyes were still fixated on the strange floating text I could see. After my dad left, I sat there slowly eating my lunch. The food looked bizarre, like a green-colored liquid, but I figured they must have put some medicine in it to help me feel better. I couldn''t help but notice the floating text about jobs in this fantasy land. There were so many options! I could be a Hero, a Hunter, or even a Housekeeper! Haha, that one made me laugh. But seriously, it''s kind of overwhelming to choose from all these different jobs. I wonder which one would suit me best? It''s like picking a class in a video game. I looked at the list of job options, I wondered if I met the certain requirements for all of them to pop up. In my small room with just one window, Lianee walked in looking sad and upset. Her eyes were a bit red, and she wasn''t smiling like she usually does. Ethan: (concerned) Hey Lianee, what''s wrong? You seem upset. Lianee: (sniffling) It''s nothing, I''m fine. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Ethan: (persistent) Come on, you can tell me. Lianee: (teary-eyed) It''s just... Liam: (entering the room) Well, you know Ethan, not everybody can survive this kind of fever. Ethan: Ah! I''m much better today, thanks for worrying about me Lianee: (smiling through tears) I''m glad you''re feeling better, Ethan. Ethan: How about we all have a picnic by the lake in the forest? The hot wind season is almost here, and it''s the perfect time to enjoy the outdoors! Lianee: Picnic? Oh no, I completely forgot that picnics are almost non-existent in this fantasy land! Ethan: What I meant was, we can pack some sandwiches or gather some fruit from the forest and enjoy them at a beautiful spot by the lake. Liam: (enthusiastic) Oh, that sounds like so much... As Liam started talking, Miss Dealara, the wizard, entered the room with my father. It was the first time I had seen her so up close. Her short white hair and glasses over one eye intrigued me. What caught my attention even more was the faint scent of flower-herb-spice that seemed to surround her. After a while, Liam, Lianee, and my father left the room, leaving me alone with Miss Dealara. The atmosphere in the room felt slightly tense, and I wasn''t sure what to say or do. Miss Dealara brought out some magic tools and a potion. The color of the potion was so mesmerizing, I couldn''t take my eyes off it. As I watched the potion, I felt a sense of relaxation wash over me. Miss Dealara then checked on me and cast a spell. Miss Dealara looked at me with a suspicious gaze, making me feel a little uneasy. I am hoping that her healing spell had worked its magic. Ethan: Am I okay? Miss Dealara: Your body is healthy, and your massive magic energy seems to flow naturally within you, even though you are still young. Ethan: Magic energy? Wait, you mean I have magic? Are you talking about MP? Miss Dealara: Emmpi? I''m not sure about the "Emmpi" you''re talking about. But what are these rune symbols above your head? (She pointed out on the ceiling.) Ethan: Hold on, you can see these too? Miss Dealara: Yes, I can see them. These rune symbols. Ethan: Rune symbols? So, are you able to read it? Miss Dealara: I can¡¯t read it. But my college might able to read some of it... Ethan: Ha ha ha.... Miss Dealara: Is this your magical ability? Ethan: No, no, it appeared after I woke up from the fever. Miss Dealara found it quite amusing and said it was a rare phenomenon for her to encounter such a unique situation. Ethan: Maybe it''s because of you are a high-rank wizard so you can see them Miss Dealara: So, what do you plan to do about it? Ethan: Well ...It will likely disappear on its own... Miss Dealara: Oh, are you truly just five years old? You seem so calm about it Ethan: I hear that a lot. I''m almost six years old. Miss Dealara: Since you have quite a lot of magic energy. You should consider becoming a wizard. I can teach you. After our conversation, Miss Dealara left, repeating three times for me to consider the wizard profession. She mentioned that there were only eight high-rank wizards in the whole world. I couldn''t help but ponder her words as I thought, it seemed like a tempting and exciting path to explore. Hmmm even though it''s a rune symbol, I could read it... normally. I looked up one job after another and read the simple descriptions regarding each of them. Hero? Nah, dealing with all that hassle is not my thing. But wait, is there an enemy to be defeated? If there are, I''d be more than happy to provide full support. I continued scrolling down the list, and my eyes landed on another option. How about this one...? I mumbled, pondering whether it would be the right fit for me. In the end, I grabbed my diary and started writing, poured my heart out onto the pages. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Dear Diary, Something incredible happened¡ªI awakened my magic energy! It felt like a surge of power coursing through me. But now, my biggest concern is choosing the right job that suits me best. It''s like a carrier day! I''m looking; where I can learn anything I want and be anything I want to be. It''s like I want a path that allows me to explore various skills and talents without limitations. I want to embrace this magical journey and discover the endless possibilities it offers. Bwahaha (Greedy!) Dear Diary, do you have any ideas? Can you guide me in finding the perfect job that matches my dreams and aspirations? I trust you to help me navigate through this magical adventure! Yours Partner in Crime, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A soft "ding" sound echoed through the room, catching my attention. I glanced up, and there it was¡ªa new rune symbol glowing brightly before my eyes. "?????? ??????," it read, and I couldn''t help but feel a jolt of excitement. Magic is undeniably convenient My heart was brimming with satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment, as I gazed upon the fruits of my labor¡ªa big bunch of fruits I gathered. It felt so good! I approached the tranquil lake; I noticed the gentle ripples on the water''s surface. Curiosity took hold of me, and I crouched down to get a better look. To my delight, I spotted a small cube-shaped animal gliding through the crystal-clear depths, gracefully moving with the current. I focused my attention, small rune texts appeared, revealing the names. It was one of the abilities granted by my job, Arcane Ins?ght¡ªa skill that allowed me to appraise any object based on my level of proficiency. The higher my level, the more detailed information I could see about the things around me. It was like having a magical encyclopedia at my disposal, and it made exploring this fantasy land even more exciting. Liam: That¡¯s Rubix. Lianee: Where is it? I really want to see it! Ethan: Hey, Dad! Do the villagers often catch these in this lake? Travis: Is quite common here¡­ but it requires a skill and sometimes it can take a long time to even get a single bite. Ethan: And what about swimming? Can I swim? Travis: Do you know how to swim? I never taught you, though Ethan: I can learn With determination in my eyes, I took a deep breath and bravely waded into the cool waters of the lake. My arms and legs moved awkwardly at first, Because of my previous life on skill and knowledge in swimming, everything just fell into place effortlessly. Splash after splash, I kicked my legs and paddled my arms, determined to conquer this lake challenge. I watched as Liam and Lianee entered the lake, and it was clear that Liam was taking on the role of a patient teacher, guiding Lianee step by step on how to swim. It was adorable to see them together. Is there no concept of bikinis in this world? Maybe I should create one. (Smiling mischievously) Lianee would look stunning in a white two-piece bikini. Travis: (playfully smacks Ethan''s head) What are you grinning about, huh? Ethan: (rubbing his head) Ow! Nothing... Travis: You better behave... I glanced over, I could see Novn and Vondale huddled on the ground with Sister Olivia and Eyka. It seemed like a serious moment as they were all focused on something. Olivia had a determined look on her face, and she was gesturing towards some bushes, probably teaching them about setting traps. Eyka, on the other hand, was observing closely, her eyes wide with curiosity. She seemed eager to learn, and her enthusiasm was contagious. Novn and Vondale were nodding along, absorbing every word Sister Olivia said. I couldn''t hear their conversation from where I was, but I could tell that it was a valuable lesson in survival and hunting. Sister Olivia had always been skilled in these things, and it was heartwarming to see her passing on her knowledge to the younger ones. Ethan: Hey, guys! Take a break ...Let¡¯s swim! Novn: Swim? Vondle: (Nervously) Uh, I don''t know. Olivia: (Smiling) We''ve been practicing traps for a while, and a break would be nice. Eyka: Yay! Ethan: Lets learn swimming, is a valuable skill too Vondle: (Reluctantly) Alright, I guess I''ll give it a try. Novn: I''m with you! Let''s do it! Ethan: Okay, Vondale, I''ll stay close to you, and we''ll take it slow, alright? This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Eyka: (Dipping in) Woo-hoo! This is great! Lianee: (Splashing water) C''mon, Ethan, let''s show them how it''s done! I (Ethan) turned around, I saw Lianee already demonstrating her swimming prowess. She seemed to have a natural grace in the water, effortlessly gliding through the lake. Her confidence and skill in swimming were impressive. The rest of us ¨C Sister Olivia, Novn, Vondale, Eyka, and I - were having a blast in the lake, enjoying the water and each other''s company. We took turns teaching the boys various swimming techniques, helping them build their confidence and get comfortable in the water. Novn and Vondale were making great progress, and their smiles widened as they began to feel more at ease with each passing moment. As the boys continued practicing, I decided to take a moment for myself and floated on my back, staring up at the clear blue sky. The feeling of weightlessness in the water was calming and soothing. I could hear the joyous laughter and playful splashes of my friends around me. Eyka, in her excitement, was trying out new swimming strokes, and Lianee was encouraging her, offering tips to improve her technique. Dad and Liam found themselves on an exhilarating quest beneath the depths of a mysterious lake. Their mission was to capture the water creatures known as "Aqualinds." The creature seemed truly delightful. I couldn''t help but wonder what it might taste like- hey, let''s not get carried away. I turned around while floating and decided to take a peek underwater in the lake. Oh, wow! There were a few creatures that looked totally unique! But hold up, was that a turtle or something that looked like a funky hybrid? I got so excited and thought, I gotta catch that thing! So, without a second thought, I dove down and went after the turtle-like creature. It was quite the chase, but I managed to snag it with my quick reflexes. As I brought it back to the shore, it squirmed and wriggled in my hands. Who knew it could be so slimy? It felt like I was holding onto a slippery water balloon! Using my skills, I check ?????????? the information about the creature. The slimy creature known as slymarix; tried to wriggle free from my grasp, it seemed agitated and uneasy. Suddenly, it began to vomit small, round stones. I was taken aback by this unexpected behavior. Ethan: Hey, are you scared? But as I watched the small stones tumbling out. I tried to soothe the creature; gently released my grip, giving it some pat. Slymarix seemed to calm down a bit, and it gazed at me with its enigmatic eyes. I knew it was best to release it. I released it back into the water. The creature swam away, vanishing into the depths of the lake. My eyes caught sight of the spot where it had vomited the small round stones. To my surprise, the stones were quite unique and shining, resembling beautiful pearls. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn''t resist the idea of making something special with these sparkling stones. One by one, I carefully collected them. Indeed, the power of Arcane Ins?ght proved to be incredibly useful. With this skill, I could assess the safety of creatures and objects around me, all thanks to the color of the runes symbol. The green rune color indicated that the creature I encountered was harmless and posed no threat. Armed with this knowledge, I felt brave and confident enough to approach and catch it. I marveled at the intricate details of the green rune, its vibrant hue symbolizing safety and peace. As an Arcan? S¨¦¨¨ker in this fantasy, my new job felt like a dream come true. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Novn and Vondle were completely captivated by my magic. Their eyes widened in awe and wonder as they watched the mystical display unfold before them. The fruits we gathered have been thoroughly washed and are now arranged in a grand, overflowing bowl. Each fruit is a vibrant burst of color, enticingly fragrant, and radiating a natural allure. I sprinkled the granulated pink stone over the fruits and then... Ethan: ?????... The fruits, which were once vibrant and fresh, started to take on a slow transformation. A delicate layer of frost began to creep over their surfaces, like a gentle caress of winter''s touch. The colors of the fruits peeked through the crystalline frost, creating a breathtaking contrast of vivid hues against the glistening ice. Lianee: Whoaa! Eyka: Isn''t this amazing? Ethan: Hold on, I''m not finished yet! I channeled the power of magic energy. With a wave of my hand, ????? evoking the magic of the process through rune symbols and a wondrous transformation began. The frost on the fruits seemed to respond to my skill, as it shimmered and danced in harmony with my magic. Slowly, it transitioned from a solid icy coating to a velvety, swirling liquid. I sprinkled the remaining chopped fruits onto the bowl. Ethan: Everyone, let''s raise our spoons and toast to this wonderful food All: Cheers! As they took their first bites, expressions of sheer delight appeared on their faces. Ice cream-an exquisite symphony of sweetness and chill that tantalized their taste buds. Eyka: Wow, this looks absolutely magical! I''ve never seen anything like it. Olivia: Ethan, you''ve outdone yourself with this creation. Lianee: The flavors blend perfectly! Novn: Mmmmm Vondle: (munching quickly) This is so good, and it''s just perfect for this hot weather! Liam: Agreed. This is perfect. Eyka: I can''t stop smiling! It''s like eating magic. Travis: What do you call this creation, Ethan? Ethan: Ice cream! Lianee: It''s amazing how Ethan''s skill with the fruits has transformed them into this delicious ice cream! Magic is undeniably convenient! With my skill, I can effortlessly conjure this delightful ice cream without the need for a fridge or blending machine. It''s like having a magical culinary shortcut, and the result is absolutely delicious! Hahahah! With Arcw?ave I can harness the mystical energies of the fantasy realm to alter the forms and properties of objects and elements. It''s a skill that allows me to shape reality itself, turning the ordinary into the extraordinary with a touch of magic. After recovering from the fever, I dedicated myself to honing my magical skill. I immersed myself in the study of magic energies and delved deep into the mysteries. I gradually unlocked the secrets of these two skills Arcane Ins?ght and Arcw?ave. System:Ding! New skill ?????????? unlocked. Daring challenge ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Hey, Diary, So, I''m knee-deep in this big project right now. I''m trying to create some sort of plasticity using my Arcw?ave skill. You know, like the stuff they had in the previous world, but with a magical twist! And no chemicals! Plastics are amazing because of their plasticity (duh!) - they can be molded, extruded, and pressed into all sorts of shapes. It''s like they can transform into whatever you want them to be. And that''s not all! They''re lightweight, super durable, and flexible, which makes them crazy useful in so many ways. No wonder they were everywhere in the previous world. I''ve been channeling my Arcw?ave skill into the bonbu skin, hoping it''ll pick up some of those cool plastic-like properties. You know, the moldability, the adaptability - all that jazz. But, ugh, the results are just not what I had in mind. - it''s not quite matching up, and I can''t figure out why! I can''t help but wonder if I''m missing some other secret ingredient. Yours Arcan? S¨¦¨¨ker, Ethan ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So, I''ve been stuck with this huge project, and let me tell you, it''s been stressing me out big time. But today, I was like, "Enough is enough!" I needed a break from all the craziness, so I decided to hit up the local hall. It''s this super chill place with a ton of books, and being there always helps me relax. As I walked in, this little tune started playing in my head, and I couldn''t help but hum along. It''s my way of letting go of all the tension and just chillaxing. So, of course, I headed straight to the book area because that''s my go-to spot in this joint. I''ve already read like 60% of the books they got here, but I don''t mind ''cause I absolutely love ''em! The book genre they got here might not be everyone''s cup of tea, though. Some people might find them a bit limited and not so exciting, especially for the kids. Turning each page has this magical calming effect on me, plus it''s the closest I can get to extend my knowledge in this world of magic and stuff. Xame: Hey, Ethan! Back to your books, huh... Ethan: Oh, Mr. Xame! Did you manage to get any hunting spoils ? Xame: Yeah, it went pretty well. Managed to get some fresh meat and a few monster bones that the apothecary will find useful. Ethan: That''s awesome! I''m sure they''ll be thrilled to have those supplies. Xame: The wizard sent me a request for specific ingredients. Ethan: Did she need some materials for her potion making? Xame: I don¡¯t know about it either... Probably? While we were chatting, I couldn''t help but notice something stuck to Mr. Xame''s shoe. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. Ethan: Mr. Xame, did you step on monster poops or something? His reaction was priceless! Mr. Xame looked like he was about to curse, but he quickly realized how to behave in front of 6 year old kid. It was hilarious to see a different side of him, especially since he always appeared so tough and warrior-like to me. Mr. Xame checked on his shoe and realized it wasn''t monster poop, but some sticky muck got stuck on it again. Xame: Ugh, this gooey stuff! How many times do I have to clean it off? I offered to help him clean it off properly this time. It was a small act of camaraderie between us. Mr. Xame removed his shoe, and I helped clean off the sticky dirt. Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to use my Arcane Ins?ght skill to check its properties. I found out that the sticky dirt had a mysterious substance. It struck me that this ????????? could be the missing ingredient I needed for my big project! I couldn''t believe my luck, and a joyous laugh escaped my lips, which startled Mr. Xame. He looked at me with a mix of surprise and amusement, probably wondering what had made me so giddy. Ethan: Mr. Xame, Mr. Xame, would you be able to bring back a lot of this?! Xame: Huh? This stuff? Ethan: I will pay you for it! Could you at least bring back that much? I pointed to a medium wooden bucket sitting near the books corner. My giddy tone showed how much I wanted to make the most of the ????????? , and I couldn''t wait to see what wonders it might bring to my big project. Xame: What''s so special about this sticky stuff? Ethan: This stuff could be the missing ingredient for my big project! I really need it. Xame: Hahaha I''m often heard rumors about you... Ethan: (looking curious) Rumors about me? What kind of rumors are you talking about, Mr. Xame? Xame: (smirking) Oh, you know how it is. In a place like this, word travels fast. People have been talking about how amazing you are... the guitar you perform.. The bonbu cake... Ethan: (blushing slightly) Really? I didn''t think my creation were that interesting to others. Xame: (grinning) It''s all in good fun, Ethan. People are just fascinated by what you can do. You''ve become a bit of big shot around here!! Ethan: (laughing) A big shot, huh? I just love what I¡¯m making.... Xame: (patting Ethan''s shoulder) And that''s exactly! Your adventurous spirit has made you quite popular among the villagers... Ethan: Hahaha (well it all thanks to my previous knowledge) Xame: Some villagers are interested in having you as their son-in-law Ethan: That can''t be true, can it? Xame: (grinning mischievously) Oh, you bet it''s true, Ethan! You''ve become quite the local celebrity... Ethan: (blushing) Oh, come on, don''t say that. I''m just a regular 6-year-old boy! Xame: (whispering with a wink) Well, let me tell you a little secret. Captain Theodore''s been talking about you too. He''s been thinking of introducing you to his daughter! Ethan: (surprised) Captain Theodore''s daughter? Xame: (teasingly) I can already see the sparks flying. Mr. Xame agreed to my request. We both set the time and price for the job of gathering the ?????????. I was excited and grateful for his help. Are there rumors about me? But why didn¡¯t the boys tell me about those rumors...Urghh. I returned to my reading, diving back into the captivating world of "The Florivera Land Codex: " The book unraveled the intricate laws and policies that governed land. Ethan: Taxes! I should start calculating... I decided to seek some guidance from Miss Oyla about taxes, hoping she could shed some light on the matter. As I approached her, she seemed startled by my question but quickly composed herself. Miss Oyla: Taxes are typically paid once you reach 17 years old ess. Until then, young you are exempt from tax obligations ess Ethan: But what about my registered creation? Miss Oyla: Ah, yes, for creations there are annual fees that need to be paid ess Ethan: Got it! Thanks Miss Oyla. While financial success was exciting, I couldn''t help but feel a sense of responsibility to give back to the community, just like I did in my previous world. The art of giving back and gifting to others is known as philanthropy. It''s a beautiful concept that can transcend in this magical world too. It was a way of expressing gratitude for the blessings I received and making a positive impact on those around me. Hmmm should I make a donation? Or... How about building a kindergarten here? It sounds like a fun idea, right? I already have some of the materials we''ll need for school. I could pay for the building materials and some parts can be made by my skill. It''s a good start, but I''m not sure about the rest of the stuff we''ll need. Land permission? What if there is a law about it? Maybe I should ask Miss Oyla for some advice? Let''s talk to Miss Oyla and see what she thinks about the whole kindergarten school idea... Concoctions and Growth The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Earthly Creations Grand Upgrade This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Farewell to the Old, Embrace the New The experiment takes place beside the shed, tucked away in the corner to the right of the open space, hidden from the prying eyes of other people. I carefully filled the wooden crates with three quarters bonbu skin and the remaining gleams?il With the Arcw?ave, I chant ???????? and ?????? , causing both substances to magically mold and blend together. It was incredible to feel the transformation as the material took on a whole new form. After 15 minutes, the material had fully transformed into its new form. I carefully utilized the ????-????? chant to shape it into small cubes, each perfectly formed and ready for further use in my creations. Lianee: (curious) Ethan, what are you working on here? I saw the magical glow from afar, and I couldn''t resist coming to see. Ethan: I''ve been experimenting with a new material Lianee: They look like little gems! What can you do with them? Ethan: Let''s see... With unwavering focus, I cradled the crystal-clear cube in my palm, letting the smooth, magical surface send a tingle of anticipation through my fingertips. Gently, I began to coax the cube''s edges, my intent clear: to shape this singular piece into a delicate bottle. The cube rested obediently against my skin, awaiting the magic that would mold it into something new. My brow furrowed as I stared at the cube, my fingers hovering above it. I could feel my heart thumping a little faster. It was a tricky process, like molding clay but with magic. My fingers moved slowly, each touch intentional, as if I were coaxing the cube to reveal its secrets.I took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as I summoned my magical energy. It was like feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, but inside me. I channeled that energy into my fingertips, directing it toward the cube. As I did, I imagined it changing, its edges softening and curving. But the cube didn''t give in easily. It held onto its shape stubbornly. I could almost see it shaking its head, refusing to change. Ethan: (exasperated) It just won''t change shape. I''ve tried everything, but it''s like they are resisting my magic... Ha ha ha Undeterred, I knew I needed more material to bring my vision to life. Swiftly, I added four more cubes, arranging them around the original one. With the additional material at hand, I focused my mind and spoke the incantation ????-????? ?????? ?????. As if responding to my command, the cubes began to glow softly, responding to the magic flowing through them. Slowly, the crystal-clear material started to shift and change, taking on the graceful curves of a small bottle. My eyes sparkled with delight as the shape materialized before me, exactly as I had envisioned. I focused on a single piece of the cube ????-????? ?????? ?????, my hands moved swiftly, channeling my magical energy into the small piece. As if guided by an invisible force, the piece taking on the intricate form of a bottle cap, the transformation happened almost instantly, in under a minute. Lianee: (impressed) That''s incredible! It looks just like a glass bottle, but it feels much lighter. Ethan: (proudly) Now, let''s put it to the test. Fill the bottle with water. Lianee: (excitedly) It worked! Ethan: (grinning) With this material, we can create all sorts of useful items. The possibilities are endless! With a sense of curiosity and excitement, I decided to utilize Arcane Ins?ght to gain further understanding about the material I had just created. As I focused my magical energy, the information revealed itself, presenting an intriguing revelation. The material possessed a unique characteristic - it had a lifespan of three years, after which it would naturally dissolve. Ethan: (with a mischievous grin) The material is not just magical and versatile, but it''s also environmentally friendly! Ha ha... I wish I had these back on earth. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The atmosphere in the old shed was filled with a mix of nostalgia and excitement as we gathered for the farewell party. It was a bittersweet moment, bidding farewell to the place that had witnessed the beginning of our creation journey. However, it also marked the beginning of a new chapter. Ethan: Here''s how our new division of work looks like. A piece of paper to share with everbody . The shed filled with anticipation as the team exchanged glances. Product Development: Ethan Resource Gathering and Supply: Liam and Olivia Supply Bonbu Fruit: Mr Quinto, Mr. Cedric and Miss Polka Product and Food Management and Sales: Novn and Vondle Partner: Carpenter Mr. Yonx (Woodwork) Partner: Blacksmith Granpa Hamme (Tension spring) Sales Partner: Mr. Quinto and Mr. Cedric Art Assemble: Ethan, Novn, Vondle, Lianee and Eyka Kindergarten: Lianee, Eyka and Ethan Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. Ethan: Product Development will still be my responsibility. But if any of you have a creation idea, no matter how big or small, I welcome you to share it with me. Novn: (raised his hand) What exactly product? I smiled warmly at Novn, appreciating his eagerness to learn and contribute. Ah craps, I am using such an earth term again. Ethan: Let me explain it in simpler words. A product is something that we create, like the hair clips, wooden figures, and ice cream we''ve been working on. Novn''s eyes lit up with understanding, and he nodded excitedly. Ethan: Liam and Olivia, your roles are of utmost importance. Whether it''s collecting materials from the forest or making deals with villagers, your contribution will be vital to our success. Olivia: Got it! It''s easy... Ethan: Our esteemed partner, Mr. Yonx already graces us with his woodwork, while Grandpa Hamme just agreed on supplying us with the finest tension springs. Vondle: So, we don¡¯t have to make tension springs? We will continue the assemble part? Decorating and coloring ¡­. Ethan: We''ll still need the touch for the decorating and coloring. Lianee and Eyka: Please leave the decorating and coloring to us. We still find joy in doing that! Ethan: Okay... Okay I turned my attention towards Lianee and Eyka, knowing they would be perfect for handling the learning and training aspect. Ethan: Eyka, you will continue playing and teaching the younger kids the letters using the wooden card Ethan: Lianee how about you start arithmetic to the kid using the learning toys we''ve created? Lianee: (laughs) So, this kindergarten is a place for both learning and play? Ha ha ha Eyka: Well, if it involves playing, I don''t see any problem. Ethan: Exactly! It''s a learning experience in a leisurely and enjoyable mode. Just as the exchange settled into a comfortable rhythm, a burst of laughter erupted from the nearby table, drawing the attention of all present. Olivia, with her boisterous laughter and irreverent spirit, leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye, interrupting the ongoing conversation. Olivia: If I were you, I''d take all that money and go to the capital! Hahahah! Liam: Yeah, you could use all the money you''ll make! Ethan: I agree, the idea to go the capital sounds tempting. My goal is to make our village more prosperous. By doing that, we can generate more income. And together, all of us can travel around the world... bwahahaha Everyone: Huh? Really all of us? Around the world... Vondle: Ethan, you are such a wonderful person! (Sniffles, shedding tears of emotion) Novn: Ethan, I''m with you all the way! I aspire to be a part of the FIRE, which stands for Financial Independence, Retire Early. It''s a remarkable concept where individuals pursue the possibility of retiring at an unusually early age, sometimes even in their 30s or 40s. It''s about redefining the traditional life trajectory, liberating oneself from the shackles of a 9-to-5 routine, and embracing a life of financial autonomy and personal fulfillment. Ethan: (holding up a hairclip made from the new material) Take a look at this. I''ve come up with an alternative material for our hairclips. Besides using wooden parts, we can now use this material! Olivia: Wow, it looks so sleek and shiny! And it''s not wood? Novn: Not at all! This material is incredibly lightweight. Vondle: So, are we going to stop making the wooden hairclips altogether? Ethan: Oh, no! We''re just going to add more variety to our creation of hairclips. Ethan: So, Brother Liam and Sister Olivia, your new resource is to gather this thing called Gleams?il. Liam: Gleams?il? Olivia: (laughs) Oh, Ethan, this thing is quite easy to gather... Liam: I thought we have to hunt some monster material... like Begemo or Aldorin I stood before my friends , a mix of excitement and nostalgia filling my heart. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before addressing everyone. Ethan: It''s been an amazing journey here at the old shed. Tommorow we will move to our new place Everyone: Nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with anticipation. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As the others bid their farewells and dispersed, it was just Lianee and me left standing in front of the old shed. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the surroundings. Lianee looked at me with a mixture of emotions in her eyes. I smiled at her, feeling a deep connection between us. There was an unspoken understanding, a bond that had grown stronger through our shared passion for creation. Ethan: Lianee (breaking the silence) I can''t believe how far we''ve come together. Lianee: I will continue to be by your side. Ethan, will you marry me??? The weight of Lianee''s question hung in the air, and I felt like time had frozen around us. My heart raced, and my mind raced even faster, trying to process the significance of her words. It was a moment I hadn''t anticipated, catching me completely off guard. Eyes locked with Lianee''s, I could see the sincerity in her gaze. The sincerity of her question brought warmth to my cheeks, and I could feel my face turning a shade of red I hadn''t experienced before. Her bravery in asking such a life-altering question left me both stunned and deeply touched. Ethan: Lianee, you always know how to catch me off guard. Lianee: I figured we''ve been through so much together, shared countless adventures... Ethan: Indeed, we have.... Lianee: So, why not add another extraordinary moment to our collection? Wait, are you genuinely a 6-year-old girl, Lianee? Or could it be that you are a reincarnated? Is this a common occurrence in fantasy land? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ethan Job: Arcan? S¨¦¨¨ker ?????? ?????? innate magical ability, have the power to learn anything desired and become anything aspire to be; embodiment of endless curiosity and untamed ambition. The world is your canvas. Skills: R?nic Mastery ????? ??????? ability to read rune symbols. With Runic Mastery, a person possesses the knowledge and expertise to decipher the intricate markings and symbols of ancient runes. This skill allows the individual to understand the meanings, messages, and magical properties embedded within the runic language. Arcane Ins?ght ?????? ??????? with this skill, can appraise any object within his level of proficiency. By tapping into his innate magical awareness, he gains detailed information about the properties, origins, and potential uses of the objects he encounters. When he focuses his attention on an item, rune symbols appear, with green indicating safety and red warning of danger, guiding him in his choices. Arcw?ave ??????? extraordinary ability that alters the forms and properties of objects and elements. By weaving the threads of magic with intricate rune symbols Arcr?pn? - ?????????? the art of creating magic circuit language using rune symbols. With the magic energy using runic symbols intricate and enchanted circuitry that can perform specific magical tasks. Rune Magic Chant: ????? - Frost ????? - Blend ???????? - Catalyst ?????? - Combine ????-????? ?????? ????? - Mold-(making new object) Fantasy Dictionary Aldorin: A medium monkey-type monster with ears resembling bunnies. Aurelia¡¯s Veil: A tree with long, thin leaves that gracefully sway in the wind, resembling delicate ribbons. The tree''s log is soft and fibery. Aqualinds: A large fishy-type creature with a razor-like tail resembling a snapper. Begemo: A bear-type monster with a large, bulky fur coat that''s dark green in color. Bonbu: A tree that bears three types of fruit ¨C red and sour, green and bitter, and brown/rotten but sweet. Gleams?il (?????????): A sticky and gooey type of dirt. Lej: Milk obtained from a camel-type animal that has gold stripes. Pink Stone: A stone-shaped form of sugar. Rubix: A small cube-shaped creature that glides underwater. Slymarix: A slimy turtle-like creature that produces a pearl-type object when it vomits. Ting Tree: A tree with branches that chime like bells. Lord of Florivera Land I Emily: (giggling) Let''s play hide and seek! Lianee: (joining in) Okay, Emily, you count to ten while we hide Emily: (closing her eyes) One, two, three... Lianee: (whispering to Ethan) I''ll hide behind the sofa. You go hide near the bookshelf. Ethan: (nodding) Got it... Emily: Ready or not, here I come! Emily wandered around the room; she searched every corner with determination. I crouched near the shelf, while Lianee held her breath behind the sofa. Emily: (giggling) I see you, Sister Lianee! Lianee: (laughing) You got me, Emily! Now, where''s Brother Ethan? Emily scanned the room with her bright eyes, and then her gaze fell upon Ethan. I was trying to stifle my laughter as I watched Emily approach. Emily: (triumphantly) I found you, Brother! Ethan: (clapping) You got me, Emily! You''re an excellent seeker! Let''s find others Two years had passed since the grand upgrade of Early Creation, and our village had transformed into a lively and bustling community. I now had a new member in my family, my little sister Emily, who brought even more joy and laughter to our home. With the addition of Emily, our family felt complete and filled with happiness. One of the most significant changes in the village was the establishment of the kindergarten, a free and open place for all small kids in the village. It had become a place of laughter, play, and exploration, where the kids could come any day, they pleased. However, for more structured learning activities like letters and arithmetic, we held classes twice a week. Eyka, had taken on the role of the kindergarten''s assistant, adding her charm and warmth to the environment. She had a natural way of connecting with the kids and making sure they got along well. It was heartwarming to see her effortlessly diffuse any small disagreements or squabbles that arose among the children. The villagers had given positive feedback about the kindergarten, as it provided them with a safe and nurturing environment for their children. I have created a small chalkboard, that has become quite popular among the kids. It served as a fun way for them to practice their letters and numbers, and they were even allowed to take the boards home to continue their learning. Villager 1: Have you sent your kids to the kindergarten that Ethan set up? Villager 2: Oh, yes! It''s such a wonderful addition to our village. The kids seem to love it. Villager 3: It''s like a little haven for the children to play and learn. Villager 1: They have all sorts of fun interests. Villager 2: I heard they even let the kids take home those cute chalkboards they make. Villager 3: My little one loves those chalkboards. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lady Sylvana: (savoring the bonbu cake) Mmm, this cake is still delightful. While enjoying a slice of bonbu cake, Lady Sylvana read the report and gazed at the mini model that had been delivered to her office two years ago. Lady Sylvana: Ethan Harveston.... Mr. Sebas: He is only nine years old, yet his talents in crafting are truly remarkable. The hair clip adorning your hair is one of his creations. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Lady Sylvana: (intrigued) Really? I must say, I''m quite impressed. To think that a young child could create something so beautiful and functional is extraordinary. Mr. Sebas: Indeed, my lady. Ethan has gained quite a reputation among the merchants and locals alike. His creations have been well-received and admired by many. Lady Sylvana: (smiling) What a great boy he is. I would like to know more about him. Bring me all the information you have on Ethan, Mr. Sebas. Mr. Sebas: Of course, my lady. I have already prepared it for you. Lady Sylvana delicately holds the documents in her hands and starts reading through the information. Her eyes scan each page with keen interest, and a smile of intrigue forms on her lips. As she goes deeper into the details, her curiosity intensifies, and she becomes more engrossed in the contents before her. Lady Sylvana: (surprised) There are so many creations listed here. Are you certain he is only nine years old? Could this be a forgery? Mr. Sebas: I assure you, my lady, the information is genuine. I personally sent a surveillance to verify his abilities and background. He truly is a prodigy in the world of crafting even before he is awakening his magic. Lady Sylvana: (impressed) This is truly fascinating. I would like to meet this young Ethan and see his creations for myself. Mr. Sebas: I can arrange that, my lady. Shall I invite him to the mansion? Lady Sylvana: No, no. Let''s meet him in person at Treebrook Village. Mr. Sebas: As you wish, my lady. I will arrange the meeting right away. Lady Sylvana continues to admire the mini model and finishes her bonbu cake, looking forward to meeting the young prodigy, Ethan Harveston. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ During the late afternoon, a group of unfamiliar faces sauntered our caf¨¦. Among them was a man with a condescending smirk, and he walked over to one of my friends who was currently working at the caf¨¦. Sir Montgomery: (in a dismissive tone) Where is the owner of this establishment? I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss with him. Ethan: (with a warm smile) Good morning, How may I assist you today? Sir Montgomery: (looking Ethan up and down) You''re the owner of this place? You are too young to run a business like this... The customers in the caf¨¦ were looking at the merchant with angry expressions. I couldn''t help but think, Who the heck is this snobbish person, coming here to ruin the mood in the caf¨¦. In my mind, I couldn''t help but liken him to a classic villain straight out of an anime. As much as I wanted to give that snobbish merchant a punch to the face, I reminded myself to maintain a professional demeanor. Taking a deep breath, I put on a composed expression, ready to handle the situation with tact and diplomacy. After all, I couldn''t let one arrogant individual spoil the positive atmosphere of our caf¨¦. Sir Montgomery: (arrogantly) Very well, then. I have a proposition for you, young man. I''ve heard that you possess the recipe for Bonbu cake. Ethan: (maintaining his composure) Bonbu cake is indeed a unique creation, and I''m flattered that it caught your attention. Sir Montgomery: (smirking) Flattered, eh? Well, here''s the deal. I want you to sell me the Bonbu cake recipe. In return, I shall grant you a handsome sum of money. Ethan: (politely declining) Thank you for the offer, Sir, but I must respectfully decline. The Bonbu cake recipe is exclusively under contract with Quin Company and Cen and Dric Co., so I cannot sell it to you. Sir Montgomery''s face contorted with surprise and annoyance as Ethan politely turned down his offer. He was clearly not used to being denied, especially in such a composed and professional manner. Sir Montgomery: (with a scoff) Young man, do you even know who I am? Ethan: Anyway, who are you sir? Sir Montgomery''s face turned slightly red with embarrassment, realizing that he had been so focused on his own agenda that he hadn''t properly introduced himself. He straightened his posture and cleared his throat, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity. Sir Montgomery: I am Sir Montgomery, a merchant of great influence and stature in these lands. Listen young man sell the recipe and those Arcrystan containers to me! Ethan: I¡¯m sorry Sir I can¡¯t sell it to you. My loyalty lies with the contracts I have made. Sir Montgomery: (fuming) You insolent boy! Get him now... So, everything was going smoothly at the caf¨¦, you know? Just another regular day with customers enjoying their treats and all that jazz. But then, out of the blue, this total snob called Sir Montgomery strolls in. Ugh, what a major buzzkill! The atmosphere in the caf¨¦ turned tense as Sir Montgomery arrogantly instructed his crew to capture me. All around, the customers, fueled by a mix of anger and protectiveness, got up from their seats, ready to defend me from this snobbish intruder. It felt like the calm before a storm, and I braced myself for what might come next. The caf¨¦''s door swung open, drawing everyone''s attention. In walked two mysterious figures, a lady and a middle-aged man. The air seemed to shift, and I could feel a powerful aura emanating from the lady. It was as if she commanded respect and authority without uttering a word. She locked eyes with Sir Montgomery, and it was clear that he was taken aback and intimidated by her presence. Sir Montgomery: Lady Sylvana, what are you doing in this remote village? The dramatic turn of events left me intrigued and a bit nervous. Who were these newcomers? It seemed like an entirely different plot was unfolding right in front of me, and I couldn''t help but wonder how it would all play out. The caf¨¦ had transformed into a stage for an unexpected and captivating drama, and I was right in the middle of it all. Fantasy Dictionary Arcrystan: A specialized container crafted from the fusion of Bonbu and Gleams?il materials, employing the intricate and magical Arcw?ave skill. Aldorin: A medium monkey-type monster with ears resembling bunnies. Aurelia¡¯s Veil: A tree with long, thin leaves that gracefully sway in the wind, resembling delicate ribbons. The tree''s log is soft and fibery. Aqualinds: A large fishy-type creature with a razor-like tail resembling a snapper. Begemo: A bear-type monster with a large, bulky fur coat that''s dark green in color. Bonbu: A tree that bears three types of fruit ¨C red and sour, green and bitter, and brown/rotten but sweet. Gleams?il (?????????): A sticky and gooey type of dirt. Lej: Milk obtained from a camel-type animal that has gold stripes. Pink Stone: A stone-shaped form of sugar. Rubix: A small cube-shaped creature that glides underwater. Slymarix: A slimy turtle-like creature that produces a pearl-type object when it vomits. Ting Tree: A tree with branches that chime like bells. Lord of Florivera Land II The unexpected turn of events led to the revelation of Lady Sylvana''s Lord of Florivera Land. To my surprise, Lady Sylvana seemed to be enjoying her ice cream in the caf¨¦, savoring each magical treat with delight. Her companion, Mr. Sebas, stood dutifully behind her, adding an air of formality and respect. As she finished her ice cream, Lady Sylvana looked at me with a smile and asked if I could demonstrate making another ice cream flavor, this time using the bonbu fruit. I couldn''t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. After all, this was a noble Lord requesting a demonstration right in our humble caf¨¦! Ethan: Vondle, can you whip up bonbu flavor for our esteemed guest? Vondle: You got it. As Lady Sylvana watched with keen interest, Vondle skillfully cut the bonbu fruit into small pieces. He then reached for a bottle of lej, and carefully poured it into the ice cream maker. To add a touch of sweetness, Vondle sprinkled in a small amount of pink stone sugar. I couldn''t help but feel a surge of pride as I observed Vondle effortlessly work with the ingredients. We''ve conducted numerous experiments with various recipes to create a few delightful ice cream flavors. You see, the ice cream maker itself was a product of my own creation, made possible by my Arcr?pn? skill in magic circuit language. Using a complex arrangement of rune symbols, I crafted an intricate and enchanted circuitry within the ice cream maker, allowing it to perform specific magical tasks with ease. Lady Sylvana''s eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder, clearly impressed by the magical contraption before her. After a few minutes of magical transformation, the ice cream was ready. Vondle carefully scooped it into a bowl and presented it to Lady Sylvana. She took a delicate spoonful and savored the exquisite flavor that danced on her taste buds. Lady Sylvana: This is simply divine! We couldn''t have been happier with Lady Sylvana''s compliment. My hard work and dedication to making the device had paid off. Ethan: So, what''s going to happen to Sir Montgomery? Mr. Sebas: We will conduct an investigation for his violent behavior. Then, I turned my attention back to Lady Sylvana and spoke formally, Ethan: Although it''s two years late, I would like to say thank you, Lady Sylvana, for granting this land and approving my proposal. Lady Sylvana: Don''t worry too much, Ethan Harveston. I''ve already received your thank-you letter. Ethan: Nevertheless, I wish to convey my gratitude once more, this time in the presence of the Lord of Florivera Land. Lady Sylvana: (Smiling) So, this caf¨¦ is run by all the kids in the village? Ethan: Yes, we have a team of kids who take turns managing the caf¨¦. This is Vondle is in charge of the ice cream, Novn handles the drinks, and Lianee is responsible for the service. There are a few more, but they aren''t here for today''s shift. Lady Sylvana: Shift? Ethan: Ah! It refers to a specific period of time when someone is scheduled to work. Lady Sylvana: This caf¨¦ is quite mesmerizing. The way you display the cakes and food is quite unique... and those swing... A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. After our lovely conversation at the caf¨¦, Lianee and I happily took Lady Slyvana on a tour of our place. We began by guiding her to the kindergarten, where the cheerful sounds of children playing and learning together filled the air. The little ones were having a blast with their activities, and Lady Slyvana was intrigued by their innocent curiosity. Next, we led her to the workshop, where the creation unfolded. Some teenagers and seasoned villagers were busy at work, coloring and decorating various items. Lady Slyvana''s interest in Earthly Creation activities warmed our hearts, and we gladly explained the process to her. We took a moment to relax in the main meeting room. From this vantage point, Lady Slyvana had a clear view of the bustling football field, where villagers and older kids displayed their sportsmanship and teamwork. The sight of the children''s smiles and laughter brought joy to everyone''s heart. Throughout the tour, Lady Slyvana''s thoughtful questions and genuine interest made us feel proud of our Earthly Creation. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lady Sylvana: (impressed) This is truly something. Earthly Creation is filled with such joy. Mr. Sebas: (nodding) Indeed, my lady. It''s heartwarming to see the children exploring their creativity and learning together. Lady Sylvana: And the workshop. I can feel the passion and dedication Mr. Sebas: Indeed, my lady. Lady Sylvana: I must say, I am thoroughly impressed by Ethan and his friend''s dedication in creating this place. They have fostered a sense of community and creativity among the young kids and even the villagers. Mr. Sebas: (nodding) Their leadership has brought prosperity and happiness to all. Lady Sylvana: And the football? Such an intriguing game! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lianee: (whispering to Ethan) Are you nervous, Ethan? Lady Sylvana is quite important, you know. Ethan: (smiling confidently) Nah, I''m not nervous at all. Lianee: (impressed) You always seem so collected and confident, even in the face of important people. How do you do it? Ethan: (shrugging) I guess it comes from being passionate about what I do. When you truly believe in something, it''s easier to stay calm and share your ideas with others. (ha ha its all because of my mental age Lianee, I''m sorry) Lianee approached Lady Slyvana and Mr. Sebas with a tray of cold, colorful drinks. The aroma of fresh fruit filled the air as she set the glasses in front of them. Lady Slyvana took a sip of the vibrant beverage, her eyes lighting up with delight. She couldn''t help but smile as the refreshing flavor danced on her taste buds. Lady Slyvana: The flavor is so unique and refreshing. Lianee: I''m glad you like it. It combines two types of berries and a touch of citrus to give it a refreshing and flavorful taste. Mr. Sebas: (joining the conversation) I must agree with Lady Slyvana. This is indeed one of the best drinks I''ve had in a while. Lady Slyvana: (raising her glass) Well, cheers to that! I must say, they have a knack for creating delicious food! Lianee: (feeling proud) We put a lot of love and effort into everything we do here. Lady Sylvana: (leaning in, whispering) Mr. Sebas, I must say, I am quite impressed with young Ethan. Mr. Sebas: (nodding) Indeed, my lady. He may be young, but he possesses a remarkable talent and determination. Lady Sylvana: (smiling) His demeanor is quite intriguing. He carries himself with a sense of maturity beyond his years. Mr. Sebas: (agreeing) Yes, he has a certain charisma that draws people in. And the way he leads the team at the caf¨¦ is truly admirable. After savoring the drink, Lady Sylvana''s eyes lit up with delight, and she shared her heartfelt desire. Lady Sylvana: (excitedly) I wish I could eat ice cream every day! Mr. Sebas: (enthusiastically) You know, Ethan, you should consider opening another caf¨¦ in the capital. It could be a huge success! Ethan: (surprised) Oh, I never really thought about expanding to the capital or anywhere else, to be honest. Lady Sylvana: (intrigued) Why not? I can help you secure a special rental building in the capital. You have a fantastic business here, and I''m sure it would do even better there. Ethan: (hesitant) Well, I''ll definitely consider it, Lady Sylvana. It''s a big decision to make. Lady Sylvana: (encouraging) Take your time to think it through. I believe it could be a great opportunity for you to generate more income and reach a wider audience. Ethan: (thoughtful) While the idea of expanding is tempting, but I''ve been thinking more about selling the magical ice cream maker. Mr. Sebas: (shocked) What? Sell the magical device? Ethan: (nodding) Yes, it is, right now I have three devices now Lady Sylvana: (excited) I''ll buy one for 500 gold. What do you say? Ethan: (smiling) Alright then, Lianee, could you please bring the device and wrap it up. Lady Sylvana: (cheerful) Yay! Thank you, Ethan! Ethan: (handing a piece of paper) As a token of appreciation, Lady Sylvana, I''ll give you one ice cream recipe¡ªthe famous Bonbu flavor. Ethan: (addressing Lady Sylvana) The device comes with a three-year warranty, and all the necessary manual instructions are included. Mr. Sebas: (curious) Warranty? Ethan: (explaining) If any issues arise with the device within the three-year warranty period, I''ll personally take care of repairs or replacements at no extra cost. Lady Sylvana: (impressed) That''s fantastic! After bidding farewell to Lady Slyvana and Mr. Sebas, I couldn''t help but be amazed by the magnificent flying beast they rode on. It was like nothing I had ever seen before in this fantasy land. Mr. Kusack had mentioned such creatures to me before, but this was the first time I laid eyes on a real one. Liam: That''s a Keluang! Flavors of Togetherness Dear Diary, You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Swordplay When I woke up this morning, I stretched and yawned. The room was filled with soft sunlight peeking through the curtains. I rubbed my eyes to chase away the last remnants of sleep. As I looked around the house, I noticed my mom was already up and she was busy with her morning routine. But, there was something else I was searching for. Last night, because of the heavy rain, someone special had to sleep over with me. My mom noticed me looking over at Lianee and seemed to understand what I was thinking Sarah: She''s already awake and back home, dear... I couldn''t help but feel a little sheepish, realizing that I had missed her leaving the room. This was the first time I had someone sleepover in this lifetime, thinking back to my previous life, I didn''t recall having the experience of a sleepover either. Plus, in this world, people went to bed early, probably because we didn''t have any form of entertainment like television or the internet. If we did, we could have watched movies or shows. But last night, with the heavy rain pouring outside, I became a storyteller for my family. The story seemed to have captured their attention and imagination. Ethan: (speaking in a hushed tone) Since it is rain pouring outside, let me tell you about the story on Whispering Woods. Emily: (wide-eyed and curious) Whispering Woods? Story? Ethan: (grinning mysteriously) Ah, the Whispering Woods is a spooky forest near a village, far away from here. Legend has it that when the wind rustles through its leaves, it sounds like ghostly whispers. Lianee: (leaning in closer) Ghostly whispers, you say? Ethan: (nodding) It''s a story about a girl named Veronica. Ethan: (interested) Veronica? Ethan: (intoning like a storyteller) Well, Veronica was this kind and beautiful girl, known for her voice. When she sang, it was like music from the heavens. Sarah: (intrigued) What happened to her? Ethan: (dramatic pause) One day she went into the Whispering Woods to gather herbs for her sick grandmother. She found an old tombstone with an incantation. As she read it aloud... Lianee: (wide-eyed) Then? Emily: (hugging her blanket tighter) What happened?... As I recalled the events of last night, I told them a few stories, and one of the parts I shared was an adapted version of Cinderella. It seemed to resonate with Emily and Lianee, capturing their imaginations. A mischievous grin crept across my face, and my mom noticed. Sarah: (curious) Why do you have that big grin, Ethan? Ethan: Oh, it''s nothing... Sarah: What are you going to do today? Ethan: Dolce far niente... Sarah: Huh? Ethan: Uh, I mean, I''m not planning to do much... Just going to take it easy. As Dad entered the house, the creaking of the door hinges announced his arrival. He stepped into the warm and cozy living room, his footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floor. His presence seemed to fill the room, and as he closed the door behind him, he turned his attention to me. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Travis: Relax? Grab your sword... Ethan: (mumbling) Can''t I just take a day off? Travis: (arches an eyebrow) Don''t you recall mentioning your desire to visit the capital? Ethan: (mentally facepalming) Oh, right, I did, didn''t I? Travis: So, what are you waiting for? Ethan: Ah, yes... My mom burst into laughter as my feeble attempt to evade training became evident. It appeared that my plans for relaxation had been abruptly replaced, and I would be spending the day refining my skills instead. Under the warm sun in our backyard, my dad and I engaged in a spirited training sword session. The air was filled with the sound of chirping birds and the occasional rustling of leaves as we moved. Our session continued for hours, the sun arcing across the sky. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and my muscles ached from the exertion, but I pressed on. The clashing of our training swords echoed in the air, a testament to our dedication to honing our skills. In the midst of our swordplay, I couldn''t resist the urge to ask my dad a burning question. Ethan: (between strikes) Dad, I''ve been wondering... How come you couldn''t fend off that Begemo attack the other day? My question hung in the air, and for a moment, the only sound was the clashing of our training swords. My dad''s expression remained calm, and he continued to parry my attacks with precision. It was clear he was considering his response carefully. Ethan: (between strikes) I mean, you''re supposed to be a seasoned mercenary, right? My words hung in the air for a moment, but before I knew it, my dad''s hand had quickly smacked my head while we continued to spar. I winced in pain. Ethan: (rubbing my head) Ow! Travis: (firmly) That''s for not focusing, Ethan. It was a gentle reminder from my dad to keep my attention on the training. My dad''s voice broke through offering an explanation. Travis: Well, Ethan, the weapon I used last time wasn''t suitable for dealing with the Begemo. You remember the sword, covered with the blue cloth? That one is capable of cutting through them. Ethan: What material is that sword, Dad? Travis: (wiping his brow) It''s a silver sword. Travis: You were indeed quick-thinking and lucky when you faced that Begemo with your magic skill and that spike dirt. But, Ethan, you can''t always rely on just one trick. Against other beasts, that might not work. His words sank in, and I realized the importance of being versatile and prepared for different challenges. Ethan: (curious) Dad, what''s the most challenging beast you''ve ever faced? Travis: (reflective) Xufana. It''s a poisonous monster, and it''s highly resistant to fire. It took nearly ten mercenaries to defeat it. I listened intently, absorbing the knowledge about the dangerous creatures that existed in this world. I continued sparring with my dad, my thoughts wandered. I couldn''t help but wonder about my dad''s life before our family settled here. He never mentioned his family or anyone else from his past, just like my mom, who grew up in an orphanage. There were parts of their lives that remained shrouded in mystery. Then I noticed Novn rushing towards me. I stopped, waiting for him to reach me. Ethan: What''s going on? Today''s supposed to be our day off, right? Novn: I promised Uncle Travis that I''d join him for sword training today Ethan: Wait, you hate sword training. Why the sudden change? Novn: Word has spread in the village that you''re planning to head to the capital. I don''t want to be left behind, so I figured I need to train too. If you''re going, then we''re all going. I paused, recalling that I had mentioned my desire to travel with the Earthly Creation team. But heading to the capital is more about gathering information than leisurely traveling around. Novn: Vondle is on his way here too, to join in the training. Ethan: (surprised) Wait, Vondle too? But I only mentioned it to my family yesterday. How did the news spread so quickly? Novn shrugged, looking unsure. I glanced at my dad, who was wearing a rather guilty expression. I knew he had something to do with it. Ethan: Come on, Dad, it was just an idea. Travis: Well, if you want to go there, it''s better to go in a group, isn''t it? I pondered my dad''s suggestion of traveling in a group, realizing the practicality of such an arrangement. I began considering the logistics of my journey. Money wasn''t a concern, but transportation was. I debated between using existing land transportation options or potentially creating my own means of travel. Elaborate Journey Prep As I delved into my work at the Earthly Creation building, a soft and intriguing hum filled the air. The gentle, almost melodic sound was a testament to the harmonious blend of magic and mechanics in the making. In the corner of the workshop, a small workbench was littered with intricate components and arcane symbols. What I was trying to do - is to make a magic-powered motor capable of harnessing rotational motion. Even though I had some experience using wind magic for the blender machine at the caf¨¦, I quickly realized it wasn''t powerful enough for what I needed. Creating a motor for my transportation project required something much more potent. I knew I had a few years to figure this out, and if all else failed, I could always resort to conventional carriage transportation. Taking a deep breath, I focused my magical energy. I was about to test my creation ¨C a miniature wooden car. Its design was simple, but its purpose was profound. I believed that if I could make this miniature car move using my magic, I could scale up the design for my larger transportation project. Ethan: (determined) Alright, let''s test this. I summoned my magical power. It flowed from me, intertwining with the miniature car''s structure. I watched intently as the miniature car inched forward, but my excitement was short-lived. Ethan: (disappointed) Well, that didn''t go as planned... it moved, but it won''t last for more than 5 minutes. I approached the miniature wooden mini-car, analyzing its construction. The wood was sturdy, but it seemed my magical power wasn''t sufficient to sustain its movement for an extended period. Ethan: Time to try it with Arcrystan... From the wooden car, I made another one from Arcrystan, a material I had created through my magical experiments. There is limitation of the Arcrystan material, with its two-year lifespan, posed an interesting challenge. It had found a valuable purpose as a material for food containers. Mr. Quint and Mr. Cedric, two prominent merchants, had purchased a batch of Arcrystan-containers. They were thrilled with the material''s unique properties. Its light weight and the fact that it could be customized in size made it incredibly practical for their needs. The containers were perfect for storing and transporting various goods, and their durability ensured that the contents remained well-protected. As I examined the Arcrystan for the mini-car, thoughts whirled through my mind. It was clear that if I wanted material that both sturdy and safe for long journeys, I needed to embark on a new phase of my project ¨C material enhancement too. The magic motor, despite my best efforts, still refused to cooperate. With each attempt, it moved for a brief moment before sputtering to a halt. It was almost comical, and I couldn''t help but laugh at the situation. Ethan: Well, it seems we still have some work to do. Vondle: Ethan... Ethan ¡­ Ethan! Vondle''s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I realized he had been trying to get my attention for quite some time. He called out and gave me a friendly tap on the shoulder. I blinked and turned to Vondle, slightly embarrassed. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Ethan: Sorry, I got a bit too immersed in my work. A familiar face caught my attention. I looked up and there she was, Miss Dealara. A warm smile spread across my face. Ethan: Guru! It''s been centuries since you left so abruptly! Miss Dealara helped me a lot after I awaken my magical powers. Even though I didn''t have the same abilities as a regular magician, she saw my potential and became my Guru. She took me as her student. What''s really cool about Miss Dealara is that she didn''t care that my magic was different from what magicians usually have. She believed in my unique talents and wanted to help me develop them, even if they didn''t fit the usual rules of magic. She was open-minded and supportive, and that made a big difference in my magical journey. One vivid memory that illustrates her unwavering support occurred during my first attempt at controlling the magic power of Arcw?ave skill. I stood there, frustration etched on my face, as my feeble attempts failed time and again. I felt like I was banging my head against a wall, and doubt began to creep in. Despite her somewhat disheveled and enigmatic exterior, she had a remarkable talent for simplifying complex magical concepts. Miss Dealara: Nonsense! I just left a year ago... Ethan: So, where have you been all this time? On a secret mission or something? Miss Dealara smiled gently as she took a seat. Vondle, always the thoughtful one, joined in with some snacks he had brought from the cafe. I thanked him, realizing I had skipped lunch. Miss Dealara: Well, I had a little request from the Lord of Stonemount Range. Miss Dealara: And the caf¨¦ you built is quite charming, I must say I love it! My friends are having a great time down there. Ethan: Oh, you brought friends along? Miss Dealara chuckled, admitting that she had missed the famous Bonbu cake. Then she noticed something new. Miss Dealara: Now you have Bonbu ice cream flavor! You''re quite a genius, Ethan. In my inner voice, I thought, well not exactly genius but I borrowed some knowledge from my previous world. Miss Dealara reached into her pocket and pulled out five small, marble-like objects, each with a different color. She presented them to me as a gift, and I thanked her with a smile. Intrigued, I decided to use my skill, ?????? ???????, to gain detailed information about these mysterious objects. My senses detected the presence of magic elements. Ethan: Are these magic stones? Miss Dealara: Yes, they are from magic stones, but these have been refined into what we call magic trinkets. She went on to mention that she used her cauldron to create these trinkets, utilizing the magic stones she had acquired from her last mission. I carefully inspected each of the magic trinkets, noting that they represented the elements of water, fire, wind, soil, and the final one, the enigmatic void element. Turning to Miss Dealara... Ethan: Could you tell me more about the ''void'' element? Miss Dealara: I know you''ll ask about this one. I held up the small marble-like object with the void element. Miss Dealara: Void element. It''s unique because you can craft and store magic powers using rune symbols for specific elements. Ethan: Oh, that¡¯s one of the kinds. Miss Dealara: Exactly Miss Dealara took a sip of her hot drink, her gaze fixed on me. I smiled and gestured toward my failed magic motor. Ethan: I believe it might help me with the magic motor I''ve been working on. I paused, glancing at her as she enjoyed her Bonbu cake with a hot drink. Ethan: You see, I''ve been focusing on magic motors lately. Miss Dealara: Magic motors, you say? What exactly are you up to? I retrieved the mini-car I had been testing, showcasing my work. Miss Dealara examined it closely. Miss Dealara: This is interesting. Ethan: I''m starting with a mini-scale version to perfect the concept before attempting a full-scale model. Miss Dealara: How big are you thinking? The final product, I imagine, could be as large as a beast peddler. It''s a form of transportation that doesn''t rely on beasts for movement. Ethan: As big as a beast peddler Miss Dealara: Extensive testing and resources will be needed. I nodded, fully aware of the challenges ahead. Ethan: With your guidance I believe I can make it happen... hehehe Vondle, who had been quietly listening to our conversation, finally chimed in. Vondle: I think it''s time to inform all the members about your project and gather the necessary resources. Ethan: Hold on, Vondle. I''m still in the early stages here. This could all go south. Vondle: (grinned mischievously) Oh, come on, Ethan. I have faith in you. Besides, we all want to join you on this journey to the capital. Miss Dealara, however, seemed a bit puzzled. Miss Dealara: Hold on a minute. Is all of this just for a trip to the capital? I mean, there are flying beasts and land beasts for travel. Ethan: Ha..ha..ha... to reach there it will take days... Miss Dealara: Well, considering you have the means, and land beast transportation isn''t that expensive, why go through all this trouble to create something like this? Ethan: I prefer to travel in comfort, you see. What I''m envisioning is like an RV.... Miss Dealara: A what now?