All Chapters of The God-Tier Commoner : Chapter 31
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The Shaky Hand and the Fiery Bow
The old man shuffled deeper into the house, leaving the door open just wide enough for Lex to squeeze through. Lex followed him into what could only be described as an art explosion.The living room was a chaotic masterpiece. Every inch of wall space was covered in drawings—pinned sketches, framed paintings, charcoal studies taped to the beams. Some were landscapes so real you could almost step into them. Others were portraits of people Lex didn't recognize, their eyes seeming to follow him across the room. But the majority, the ones that made Lex stop and stare, were symbols. Strange, complex designs that looked ancient and powerful. Some matched the carvings on the dungeon door. Others were completely alien.The old man—Master Grinwell—gestured for Lex to sit at a rickety wooden table buried under stacks of paper. With hands that trembled violently, he picked up a kettle and poured tea into a cracked cup. Lex watched, fascinated and horrified, as approximately twenty percent of the
The Bow That Came to Life
Lex finished his dinner at the inn, barely tasting the food. His mind was elsewhere, fixed on the image of that beautiful elven bow and the fire arrow. He pushed away from the table, ignoring Borin's questioning look, and walked back through the darkening streets toward Ragpicker's Alley.The old house looked even more mysterious in the twilight. Candlelight flickered through the cracked windows, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lex knocked once, and this time the door opened immediately, as if Grinwell had been waiting right behind it.The old man shuffled aside, gesturing for Lex to enter. The living room had been transformed. All the papers and sketches had been cleared away, stacked neatly against the walls. In the center of the room stood a long, padded bench, covered with clean white cloth. Small tables nearby held jars of dark ink, bundles of clean rags, and instruments Lex didn't recognize.Grinwell stood by the bench, his hands trembling as usual. The shaking was almost
The Hungry Town
Lex returned to the inn just before dawn, his body buzzing with residual energy from the tattoo session. The common room was empty, the fire in the hearth reduced to glowing embers. He crept upstairs, grabbed his [Hammerspace] Backpack from under his bed, and came back down to find Borin already awake, wiping down the counter."You are up early," Borin said, eyeing the backpack. "Or late. Can never tell with you.""I need information, old man," Lex said, too excited to be tired. "Rourke's hometown. Oakhaven. Where exactly is it?"Borin raised an eyebrow but didn't ask questions. He pulled out a worn map and pointed to a small dot northeast of Ironstead, nestled against a river. "Right there. Small logging town. Quiet folk. The Town's lively there. Rourke's family has been there for generations. Why?""Going to visit him. Got something to show him." Lex patted his left forearm, where the arrow tattoo lay hidden under his sleeve.Borin studied him for a long moment, then sighed. "Fine.
The Hanging Tree
Lex dashed towards Rourke before his brain could even process any thoughts. He grabbed his friend by the shoulders, looking him up and down with mounting horror. The proud archer who had mocked his singing and shot arrows at bandits was gone. In his place stood a man reduced to bones and despair."What happened?" Lex demanded, his voice cracking. "Rourke, what happened to you? Why are you like this? Why is everyone like this?"Rourke looked at him. For a moment, Lex saw relief flicker in those hollow eyes—recognition of a friendly face in hell. But then something shifted. The relief twisted into something else. Rage. Pure, burning anger.He threw away his crutch. His legs buckled, but he forced himself to walk, stumbling towards Lex with weak, unsteady steps. The crowd parted, giving him space."Why?" Rourke's voice was a hoarse whisper at first, then grew louder with each word. "Why are you here? Why did you come here, kid? Of all the places in the world, why did you have to come HER
Now You See Me
The five cloaked men didn't stop. They didn't even slow down.Instead, they laughed.It was a horrible sound—mocking, confident, utterly unafraid. Two of them actually clapped their hands, applauding Lex's dramatic weapon summoning as if it were a street performer's trick. To them, this was entertainment. A lone man with a shiny bow, standing against the unstoppable force of the Red Sting.Lex's contact lenses flickered, overlaying information onto his vision. Above each of the five figures, a colored marker appeared.Red. All of them. Deep, dangerous red.Lex's eyes narrowed. "Red?" Then it clicked. The monsters inside the portal—the empowered Spawnlings, the Stonefist Golems—they had all been red. Same level as these cultists.And he had killed every single one of them.Confidence surged through him, hot and electric. He drew the arrow back, aimed at the leader, and released.The fire arrow shot forward like a miniature comet, trailing crimson light. It should have hit. It would hav
Fair Fight
The two remaining cultists looked at each other. They saw the same thing in each other's eyes—the desperate knowledge that waiting meant death. If they just stood there, this demon in human skin would pick them off one by one like the others.So they moved.They slammed their palms together in a bizarre, synchronized gesture. Their lips moved in unison, chanting those same guttural, demonic words Lex had heard in the portal. The air grew heavy. The ground began to tremble.Behind them, shadows gathered and swirled, coalescing into something massive. Something unexplainable.The townsfolk, who had been frozen in terror, finally broke. They scattered in every direction, running for whatever cover they could find—houses, trees, the old well. Mothers dragged children. The elderly hobbled as fast as their legs could carry them. Within seconds, the area around Lex was empty except for him, the two chanting cultists, and the horror taking shape behind them.Lex kept walking. Slow, steady, un
The Calm Before the Red
The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. The townsfolk of Oakhaven stood frozen, their hollow eyes fixed on the scene before them—the bodies, the blood, and the strange man in their midst who had just slaughtered their tormentors like they were nothing.Then Rourke moved.He limped forward, using a crude crutch made from a broken chair leg. His face was pale, his body still weak from weeks of starvation, but there was something steady in his eyes as he approached Lex. He looked at the bodies, then at Lex, then back at the bodies.He didn't say anything about the killing. No thanks, no horror, no questions. Just a simple statement of fact."They'll be back. Not just the regular ones this time. Their master will come."The moment the words left his mouth, Lex felt it, a wave of pure, cold fear radiating from the gathered townsfolk. It wasn't the scared of the moment. It was something deeper. Something primal."Their master," Lex thought. "Whoever he is, they're terrified
The Man in Red
The sun had barely cleared the treetops when they came.Lex saw them emerging from the forest edge, a dark line against the green. More than ten figures in black cloaks, their faces still hidden beneath deep hoods. They walked with the casual confidence of predators entering their own territory, laughing and shoving each other like they were heading to a festival.But it wasn't them that made Lex's breath catch.Behind the group, walking at a distance, was a young man. He wore no cloak—just simple dark pants and a tunic of bright, blood red. Across his back was strapped a sword so massive it looked like it belonged in a legend. The blade was as long as he was tall, its width nearly the span of a man's chest.Unlike the others, his face was uncovered. And he didn't look like a monster.He looked tired. Confused. Almost... uncomfortable. His eyes kept scanning the group ahead of him, and there was something in his expression that didn't fit with the laughing cultists. Something that loo
Dust and Confessions
Before the man in red could make another move, the remaining cultists shifted their focus. They had spotted Lex on the rooftop, and now they moved with terrifying coordination. Seven of them spread out, surrounding lex from every angle, their dark cloaks billowing in the morning wind.Lex stood calmly on the rooftop, watching them circle like wolves preparing to bring down a stag.They thought they had him cornered.Then, without warning, Lex's bow vanished. One moment it was in his hands; the next, it was gone, dissolved back into the tattoo on his back.The cultists hesitated, confused by this development."Magic?" one of them muttered, his voice carrying in the sudden silence.Others weren't waiting to find out. They began chanting in that familiar, guttural tongue, their hands glowing with sickly light. Flames erupted around one's fists. Dark purple energy coiled around another's arms. A third seemed to dissolve into shadow, becoming barely visible.Then they attacked.All at once
The Smiling Man
They were about to clash again. Lex had his sword raised, the man in red had somehow pushed himself back to his feet, his massive weapon gleaming in the morning light. The air between them crackled with tension.Then everything changed.The invisible barrier around Oakhaven flickered.Both of them felt it at the same time—a sudden weakening, like a held breath being released. They stopped, looking up at the sky where the barrier had shimmered moments before. It wavered once, twice, and then vanished completely, dissolving into nothing.The man in red's eyes went wide with confusion. "What? What is happening?"Lex didn't lower his guard, but he couldn't help glancing around. The oppressive weight that had been pressing down on the town since his arrival was gone. The air felt lighter. Cleaner.Then he saw him.Standing on a branch of the massive hanging tree, where just hours ago dozens of severed heads had swayed, was another figure in red. But this one was different. His clothes were