Treasure Hunt? Let's Fucking Go!Man, people can get so tense sometimes, Jake thought as all the people looked his way. Most of them even had their weapons drawn! Even Neil and his party looked on the edge, and only Sultan and Arnold were rather unaffected by the entire situation. Well, Arnold did look up from his tablet, frown briefly, and just look back down.Miranda threw him a glance he couldn’t quite read, but he did get the faint feeling that he should maybe tone it down a little. He did so, and as if timed, Miranda spoke, "Lord Thayne, thank you for finding time to be here."Jake just nodded her way as he stopped infusing his presence with mana. That took the pressure off of them, but all of those independents were still looking at him with fright. And honestly? He was okay with that. He scanned them all and found that not a single one of them was above 115. Not a single one of them was a threat. What did this also mean?This meant the baby bird on his shoulder was likely the

Treasure Hunt: No Flying Too HighJake sprinted through the mist, Sylphie flying along with him. His Sphere of Perception was a bit over three hundred meters in radius as he scanned the area at the ground level, even scanning to see if anything was hidden beneath. With his eyes, he scouted the area ahead, seeing movement here and there within the mist. There were incredibly subtle shifts in the background, with patches of mist not moving as uniformly as the rest, or swaying in a too-predictable pattern.Yet, he wasn’t exactly aware of what lurked within. There were clearly some invisible creatures, and they were hiding from not only his eyes but his other senses too. None had entered his sphere, either, but seemed to keep a very healthy distance. He didn’t doubt they were aware he had seen them.Not simple beasts, he thought. On the contrary, they were careful and calculating. Smart… but not smart enough to avoid Jake’s curiosity.He threw Sylphie a glance, and she seemed to get it as

Treasure Hunt: History LessonJake searched his inventory and found a stone chair he had swiped before. He summoned it and sat back as he listened to the projection talk. This wasn’t a case like in the Undergrowth dungeon and that Altmar elf. This was just a recording—nothing more, nothing less."This place is—or perhaps was—once called Yalsten. We were always a small, secluded world with few exits or entrances. For many years it was a paradise. A place of study and learning, free of war and conflict. A united people under the banner of the creator. We cultivated resources, trained fighters, and did as we were commanded. But, alas, this would not last."The creator was known as Yal, and the world was named after him. A mighty A-grade on the crux of advancement. Yet time was coming for him. He sought to advance but found himself unable. He sought power but faltered. Do not misunderstand; I do respect the creator for making this world… but I have long been disillusioned towards his pers

Treasure Hunt: The Girl & The HawkCarmen sprinted through the mist-filled halls, smashing down any damn ghoul in the way. It reminded her a bit of the good old days of the tutorial, where she’d smashed zombies day in and day out. She snickered as she turned another corner. Before the waiting ghoul could react, she dropkicked it square in the face, smashing its head between her heavy boots and the wall. She identified the undead-like thing with an oddly squishy head as she leaped back and landed on the ground.[Vampiric Ghoul Thrall – lvl 114]Even without its head, it kept swinging. She launched into a barrage of fists before she finally put it down for good, its body utterly pummelled apart within a few seconds. They were kind of durable, but her attacks were far from simple. Every single hit sent waves of destructive kinetic energy through her foes, destroying them from the inside.Without slowing down, Carmen kept sprinting forward. She had entered this Treasure Hunt alone and wou

Treasure Hunt: Annoying Boss FightThe Count was truly a peculiar creature. He moved and acted like a fully intelligent and relatively competent fighter. It nearly fooled Jake into believing that he was fighting a smart enemy and not an absolute moron. However, the illusion was dispelled every time the Count opened his mouth."This is the part where you fall down and bleed to death!" the vampire yelled as he fired out a crimson wave of energy.Jake dodged it easily, taking far more mental damage than physical from the exchange. The red glowing aura was still there, with the four clawed hands constantly trying to get hold of him. All in all, Jake would call the current attack pattern of the vampire more annoying than dangerous.And yes, he would call the way the vampire attacked an attack pattern, as he could easily predict the next moves. He didn’t even need his sphere or Bloodline.Teleport. Jake stepped away, dodging the blade that appeared from the red mist as the Count of Blood te