Immediately, Caster used his debugging skill to search around the gate but was coming up empty handed. "No magic at all?" he said, scowling slightly with apparent bewilderment. Now, there was not even a hint of magic anywhere in the vicinity, and that produced a most uncomfortable sensation. He looked at some peculiar signs carved on the gate. These could be the regular enchantments he realised that there were other ways to add magic into an object- spell enchantments or seal enchantments. He bent over to look at them, half touched, half repelled, as if by some magical glass. He took a deep breath before anyone could stare at him. It was unusual for Greg to speak out loud: ‘I have to go, I have to continue,’ he said to himself. With newfound bravery he walked into the other side of the gate, a chill went through him, reminding him of all the things he’s been missing out on, all the things he has forgotten.Before them stairs went down, more steps down into the deep wearing at the ed

Caster wished to increase his speed of reaction. “Okay,” he muttered, “I’m just gonna have to learn to better dodge and block in a real fight.” He felt the familiar weight of his sword, and tightened his grip. Through time, he’d figured out that true combat was nothing like training drills— nothing provided the same intensity as real danger, sparking his on switched instinct and motivator to evolve quicker than any drill possible.A fire slime crept forward, making a faint squelching sound as it left faint scorch marks in its wake, drawing his attention, he turned to see. The gel body rippled and pulsed and he knew this thing was gearing up for an attack. This wasn’t his first encounter with fire slimes, but he didn’t let his guard down; their blazing projectiles could still land a nasty hit. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” he whispered, eyeing the creature intently. The slime compressed its body, glowing with a fierce orange light as it charged up. Suddenly, it released a searing blo

It charged at him blindly, swinging its longsword with wild abandon. The creature’s strength was quite low; it had trouble holding its weapon steady, making it easy for Caster to block the awkward blows with his shield.“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” Caster taunted, sidestepping the skeleton’s clumsy swing and grinning at its frustration.The little dance continued as Caster effortlessly dodged. “You need to try harder than that!” he called out, relishing the playful banter. The skeleton swung again, its rusty sword creaking in protest. With one last desperate effort, it struck Caster’s shield, but the weapon couldn’t handle the impact.With a loud snap, the sword broke in half and flew off, clattering against the wall.“Yes! Now that’s what I call a breakthrough!” Caster laughed, feeling a rush of adrenaline surge through him. “You really thought you could take me down?”But he knew it was time to end the training session before he got too carried away. “You have gained 2 exper

Caster met them along the way quite often, which slowed down his progress. As he fought, he had to wait for them to finish before he could move on. “Hey, Caster! Need a hand?” one adventurer called out, swinging a sword at a monster.“No thanks! I’m good,” Caster replied, keeping his eyes on the battle ahead. He knew he could be accused of stealing if he forced his way through. Caster wished to avoid conflict with others, at least for now. He didn’t want to risk incurring their wrath or losing potential allies. “Once I get a silver-grade card, things will be different,” he thought. With higher levels, prestige wouldn’t be far behind, and the dynamics of encounters would shift dramatically.The level wasn’t that large; if someone knew the way, they could stroll past most dangers and quickly descend to the second level. Caster recalled hearing about hidden paths that only seasoned adventurers were aware of. These shortcuts could be the difference between life and death, especially dee

Caster climbed the winding stone stairs leading upward from the basement of Lamba fortress as the red rays of the morning sun spread across Lowfield. He sighed as he breathed in the crisp morning air and hours spent wading through dim and damp caverns had taken a toll on him. The bustle outside was a stark contrast to the quiet gloom below. Merchants, hawkers, and small-time dealers filled the open area, all eager to cater to the steady stream of adventurers drawn to the dungeon.“Potion for mana, sir?” called a nearby merchant, brandishing a small flask that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Clearly, the man wasn’t going to miss any opportunity to sell.He gave her the distinct pleasure of a faint smile and a polite shake of his head. “Not today, but thanks.” The merchant glanced up as he passed saying “As he passed his gaze fell on a young boy standing beside the merchant with his hands outstretched each palm held small stones of different colors.”“Lucky charms,” the boy put out