Novels by Alex

Breaking free from the circle of Heavy-Armored Boars, Kaelen yanked the Rescue Beacon from his pack. The moment he did, it started buzzing nonstop—shrill, urgent, and impossible to ignore. Not a single pause.He glanced at the direction it pointed. East. Still inside Boar Ridge.For Shia and the Heroic Adventure Squad, that was… mostly safe. As long as they weren’t cornered or trying to bait dozens of monsters at once, the danger was minimal.Kaelen had only met the three briefly, but it was enough to know they weren’t reckless. They hadn’t been fighting level-5 Heavy-Armored Boars, choosing weaker ones instead. Careful. Deliberate. Not fools throwing themselves into danger.If they weren’t in Boar Ridge, he would have ignored the beacon entirely. People were selfish. You help when you can—but once it goes beyond your strength, you have to think.He’d met Shia and the others once. There was respect there, maybe even the start of a future friendship—but that was later, not now.Outside

The shovel hit the ground in a slow, steady rhythm. Dirt flew, clumps scattering to the sides. When Kaelen brushed away the last thin layer of soil, something beneath shimmered—a faint purple glow that made his breath catch.A purple treasure chest.For a long second, he just stared. He’d expected another plain find, maybe a blue-grade item if luck was on his side. But this? This was the kind of luck you didn’t even dream about. In a world where equipment was harder to come by than clean water, it felt like the goddess of fortune herself had reached down, patted him on the head, and said, “You’ve earned this one.”The difference between blue and purple might’ve looked small—just a change of color—but everyone knew better.Blue meant excellent.Purple meant epic.And epic meant power—real, history-making power. The kind that turned nameless adventurers into legends people sang about for centuries.“Come on,” Kaelen whispered, half praying, half pleading. “Let it be warrior gear…”He gr

The sky stretched endlessly overhead, soft blue and wide open, a few lazy clouds drifting like silk ribbons across the sun. The air felt still, almost reverent, as though the world itself was holding its breath.Kaelen moved carefully through the brush. Each step was quiet, deliberate. It had already been a full month since he’d arrived at Boar Ridge.At first, he’d done nothing but grind. Hunt, fight, recover, repeat. Days blurred together—blood, sweat, and fatigue blending into a numb rhythm. But after hitting his limit, his focus narrowed down to one goal: the blue treasure chest hidden somewhere in this wild stretch of land.And now, finally, everything was ready.He’d killed more beasts than he could count, yet progress came slower than he’d hoped. Level two had been easy enough, but the jump to level three? Ridiculous. Even now, his bar wasn’t a third full. He’d wanted to reach level three before the festival, but unless the gods decided to halve the XP requirements—or double

Faust, Headquarters of the Gemini Adventuring Guild.“Theron’s back!”“Little Theron’s back!”“...........”The hall buzzed with warm, familiar greetings as Theron walked in. People waved, bowed, smiled—showing respect without hesitation. He was one of them, but also... clearly not.Clad in heavy armor, he moved steadily toward the inner courtyard.Those watching him disappear into the distance couldn’t hide their envy. The inner courtyard wasn’t open to just anyone. It was reserved for core members only.And the rest of the adventurers lingering in the hall? Just candidates.The rules of the Gemini Adventuring Guild were simple. Anyone below level 10 was a candidate. Only the truly exceptional could earn official membership—and entry into that coveted courtyard.But it wasn’t the courtyard that everyone craved. The perks, the status, the recognition—that’s what made a full member the target of every adventurer’s ambition.“If only I could awaken my talent now,” one muttered, voice lo

After savoring his roasted meat, Kaelen watched Shia and the others set up their tents nearby. His campsite had become a makeshift base for the night.Once the shelters were ready, everyone ducked inside to rest. Kaelen stretched out on the soft bear hide, turning the rescue pointer over in his hands. Never before had he seen anything like it. Not even in the old game.Back then, players used magic crystals to communicate. Cheap ones existed, but they were rare. Here? Even the simplest communication trinkets were practically legendary.The rescue pointer wasn’t just a toy. Kaelen could tell at a glance: no ordinary adventurer could have made this.Its design was deceptively simple, almost plain—but to Kaelen, it gleamed. It carried a certain weight, a quiet authority.Faust Cathedral had crafted it. Anything from that place was flawless. Blessed by the light of the gods, every item they produced was precious.Even the Heroic Adventuring Squad wasn’t what it seemed. Kaelen wondered whi

“I refuse!” Kaelen shook his head, firm, unyielding. No hesitation. No softening.“Why?” Shia, the Paladin, asked, his tone sharp and authoritative.“You’re not part of any squad right now,” the Priest Jeka chimed in, gentle but insistent. “Joining our Heroic Adventuring Squad would make sense. You’re strong—dual talents, no less—but running solo? It’s inconvenient. With a team, you’d kill monsters faster, coordinate better, and even get the experience bonus for group play.”Kaelen didn’t flinch. His expression stayed calm, like still water. Shia leaned forward, trying another tactic.“Traveling alone is exhausting. Lonely. In Faust, few dare to be lone adventurers. It’s not that they can’t fight monsters—it’s the endless solitude. The monotony. Most people would crack.”One voice, then another. Shia and Jeka’s words flowed together, weaving a rhythm of persuasion.Antonio, the Mage, stayed silent. Cold. Deadpan. Not a muscle moved, not a word escaped.Shia’s attempt was earnest. Conv