Novels by senderssent9

Tyler pointed towards the distant houses. "Is that the place we're supposed to go?"Grone looked, then leaned back against the bench. "No. That's Lyria. It's one of the villages near the Crossroads base. It just means we're close. Don't worry, we're be going straight to town, Just rest up. We're getting close." Grone closed his eyes again. Tyler looked down, lost in thought.His clothes were dirty, and he thought about his crafting skills. He had crafted armor once—chest armor, to be precise—though the system classified it as regular clothing. That was when he first arrived in this world. Given his ability to craft weapons and armor, why wouldn't he make shoes? He wasn't sure. He looked up and quietly muttered, "Status."SPECIES: HumanNAME: Tyler EvansRANK: G LVL: 4CLASS: CraftsmanHP: 37/37 MP: 33/33STR: 22 AGI: 15 DEF: 39STATUS: HealthySkills: Armour Craft, Weapon CraftHe hadn't checked his status in a while. Seeing it now, he considered becoming a hunter like Grone. Then he

Tyler stared at the wall-mounted glass. The display had changed. A minus sign (-) now preceded the "G". Charles exclaimed, "He's actually a G minus !," his voice laced with surprise. Grone was speechless, his shock evident. Tyler removed his hand from the orb. "I told you I was G-rank," he stated calmly. The man sputtered, his surprise turning to disbelief. "No, that's impossible.""Charles," the man said, "when was the last time you cleaned this orb with purified water?" Charles scratched his head. "I think… two days ago?" The man groaned. "Damn it, I told you to clean this orb with purified water every day!" Charles mumbled, "I know, we just ran out two days ago." The man adjusted his glasses. "That explains it. This thing must be malfunctioning. Otherwise, I don't think he'd be registering like that." "Right," Grone agreed. "Wait, but this boy clearly stated he was G-rank, so he knows he is, right?" Charles said. The man shook his head. "But that's impossible! A grown man can't be

Grone pushed open the restaurant door, stepping out into the bustling street. Tyler followed close behind, his eyes darting around, taking in the other hunters. His system, ever vigilant, displayed their levels as text boxes above their heads. He did a double-take at one familiar hunter—a level 62. It was Gary. Gary was a "level 62"? The surprise was fleeting, however, as Grone abruptly changed direction, gesturing towards a building constructed of brown bricks. The building was a two-floor structure, unremarkable except for the inscription above the door. Tyler stared at it, surprised. The words "Rank Assessment Building" were clearly visible, yet they weren't written in any language he recognized. They were more like stylized scribbles, a completely alien script. And yet, he understood them perfectly. He muttered to himself, "Is this... the Rank Assessment Building?" Grone, beside him, nodded. "Yes," he said, "We should go in."The door creaked open under Grone's hand, revealing the

Tyler noticed a break in the encircling logs, a gap that resembled a crudely fashioned gate. He paused, studying it. Walking beside Grone, he stole a glance at the older hunter. Grone's usual grim expression was softened by the afternoon light. "Grone," Tyler asked, his voice hesitant, "did you know you recently leveled up?"Grone stopped, a surprised look flickering across his face. He hadn't noticed. The information seemed to take a moment to register, a slight furrow in his brow deepening before relaxing. Tyler, in turn, was surprised by Grone's surprise. He'd assumed that leveling up was something everyone was immediately aware of.A slow smile spread across Grone's face, a rare and almost unsettling sight. Relief, perhaps even a touch of elation, softened his features. He muttered something under his breath, a quiet expression of satisfaction. "One more level," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. The weight of his usual grim demeanor seemed to lift slightly, replaced by a quie

The moment the slimes merged, a system notification popped up beside the newly formed level 20 slime: Slime activated skill: Bash. Tyler's eyes widened. He remembered Grone's explanation of the Uncover skill – the ability to see enemy skills before activation. This could be a significant advantage. He rolled to his left as the level 20 slime launched itself forward, a blur of blue. The attack missed, the slime impacting the tree behind Tyler with a sickening thud. The force of the blow caused the tree to tremble violently, its branches swaying wildly as if on the verge of snapping, but it held firm. Tyler stared, momentarily stunned by the sheer power of the attack. He realized, with a jolt of understanding, just how impressive the Uncover skill truly was. He remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the level 20 slime, his mind racing to process the implications.Three identical system notifications flashed simultaneously: Slime used skill: Bash. Tyler realized with a jolt that

Tyler, trembling, quickly raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement. "Please," he pleaded, his voice high-pitched with fear. "You don't have to hurt me."Grone stared, his bloodied sword momentarily forgotten. He'd expected fear, and he heard it clearly in the boy's voice, though the fluency of his Natorian was still surprising. Grone was surprised; Tyler looked foreign, his clothes and mannerisms unlike any he'd encountered before." You speak Natorian?" Grone questioned. Tyler's eyes widened in confusion. "Natorian? What's Natorian?"Grone pushed his advantage, the sword tip now inches from Tyler's chest. "It's the language we speak here. "What is a boy like you doing so deep in this forest?" Grone asked, his suspicion lessening but not entirely gone.Tyler's voice was barely a whisper, laced with a rising panic. "I... I don't know. One minute I was in my room... and then the next, I was here. I think I'm going crazy. Everything is so strange. The creatures... I've never seen anyt