2023-01-19 14:42:30“NOOOOOO!”
Gasp!
Nash opened his eyes in a hurried state and panted hard as he glanced around, just to find that he was still in his old and rustic bedroom. His chest moved up and down rapidly as if he was being chased by something terrifying. Nash jumped from the bed and limped straight to the oak window to see outside.
Aside from the sun that rose over his birth village, casting a warm glow over the quaint homes and farms in Camden village, Nash could see some villagers that went out of their cottage to milk their cows or cutting logs with axes which the studs of the blades echoing through the crisp morning air.
Other than that, nothing strange happened.
People in Camden village were just doing their morning activities like usual.
“It's there—the people, the village. All of them are safe." He mumbled with a trembled lips and a pale face.
As he looked around the peaceful village, Nash began to realize that it was just his nightmare and not real. He dreamed that Camden village—his home, village, and birthplace was engulfed in a big, hot fire. It was chaotic. Nash forgot the major part of his dream, but he would never forget the painful screaming from the people trapped inside their house when that disaster happened.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. Nash shook off the last piece of his nightmare and replaced it with the fresh cold air that brushed past his pale cheeks.
“Nasssssssh! Hoiiiiiii! You hear me?”
A loud shrieking woman's voice came from outside Nash's house fence and made him instantly cover his ears to protect them from exploding due to the high octave. Well, Nash did not need to look down to guess whose voice it was because he had listened to that voice for the past fifteen years.
However, for that ginger-haired girl, Nash's behaviour made her even raise her voice. "NASH! WHY ARE YOU COVERING YOUR EARS—"
"I can hear you clearly, Chi. Can you stop yelling and talk normally? Gosh, it's still 7 a.m. you know?"
Pissed, Nash looked down from his window and found a 5.5 ft ginger-haired girl with a basket full of bread in her right hand standing outside his house fence with a wide grin after successfully gaining Nash's attention.
She waved cheerfully and lifted the basket, showing the fluffy warm bread inside it. "Grandma makes it, she wants you to come and pick some."
The aroma wafted from the basket through the air, made Nash could not help but begin to water when he saw the golden crusts glistening with a light sheen of moisture. The wheat bread made by Chisato's grandma was his favorite. No one was skilled enough to compare with her bread-making skills in this village, even on this continent.
"So, you come or not? I'm a busy person, you know."
Chisato tapped her index finger impatiently on the fence board while rolling her blue eyes.
"Alright, alright. I'll come down. Wait for me."
Nash giggled a little and walked away from the window. He put a long coat over his plain shirt and walked down the stairs at a hurried pace. The creaking sound that came from the old wooden floor every time he stepped on it made Nash remember that he needed to replace it with the new one as soon as possible.
"Better replace it after I get paid from Mr. Jenkins's place this evening."
Nash stopped walking. He scrunched deep his eyebrows as if he had found something strange just now.
(Hmmm, I think I have said that before. But when?)
Before Nash could even think about the answer, another loud voice came and pulled him back fast to the real world.
"NASSSSSSH! I SAID I DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME NOW—"
Criekkkk.
The door opened and showed Nash's full figure under the morning light. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a long foot. His raven hair looks shining even though he forgot to wash it one week ago. Well—he was working late until midnight in Mr. Jenkins' house and did not have time to do that. However, his tired complexion could not hide the handsome features that he inherited from his dead parents.
Yep, Nash was an orphan. He became an orphan five years ago when both his parents went to the capital to sell their farm goods and never came back again because their carriage fell off the cliff.
It was hard to survive alone as a twelve-year-old boy, but Chisato and her grandmother, who lived right beside Nash's house, never let him starve and showered him with love when he was on his bottom side.
When Nash had arrived in front of her, Chisato snorted short and put one hand to cover her nose. Then she pushed the basket toward Nash. "Here, and do something about that horrid smell! Just exactly how many days you skipped bath?"
Nash chuckled when listening to her complain because it was a rare thing to see Chisato behave like this. He shrugged his shoulder lightly. "I don't know, maybe one week? Well, Mr. Jenkins always give me extra tasks until midnight and I'm too tired to wash myself."
Chisato's round jaw dropped quickly, and she retreated fast from Nash. "One week? Are you crazy, Nash?"
He shook his head with an innocent expression. Then, he opened the fence gate and strolled toward Chisato. "I’m totally fine, Chi. What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s so wrong! And don’t come near me, you filthy human! Or I’ll speak to grandmother!” Chisato kept retreating backward while pointing her index finger before she ran from Nash with a terrified expression.
Nash stopped when she had gone behind the bushes, went to another place, and left him alone with the basket full of warm bread. He chewed one piece of bread from the basket while leaning on the fence. Nash was enjoying the peaceful morning in his village. However, he still remembered the lividness of his nightmare, and it scared him if it happened in real life.
He shrugged his shoulder and turned back toward his house again. “Well, it’s just a dream, after all. Let’s not get too affected. I need to work hard again today.”
However, he stopped midway and sniffed his sweaty body. Nash's expression became sour. “Chi is right, I badly need to take a bath.”
After that, Nash began to walk again without knowing that something—no, someone was watching him from afar. It was a dark square place with a blue hologram floating everywhere and a single chair in the middle. A person was sitting on that chair while watching Nash’s movement.
[The ‘Target’ found. The ‘resurrection mode’ will be activated with the voice command.]
After hearing the system announcement, a small grin appeared on that person's face. “Be the strongest and come to find me, Nash. I know you have the talent to do that.”
“System, activate.”
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125. The Begin of Chaos (2)
"Hmm... seems like the situation ain't good for us to talk anymore," said Aurora, glancing at Snow and Elaine suspiciously. "Meet me after the evening feast in the VIP room later. My private guard will take you there. That is if you're still interested in my offer. Farewell, Hero."Aurora gave a thin smile, leaving a charming impression as she walked out of the barracks where Nash rested. True to her name, snow traces lingered wherever she stepped, turning the room into an instant ice-bound mountain.A moment after Aurora's departure, Elaine wasted no time and approached Nash with a skeptical look. "You... how do you know the princess from the Arctic region? Have you been meeting secretly behind my back?""Re-really! Tell me, Nash! Princess Aurora is my idol! I'm willing to do anything, even endure this damn competition to get her attention. But why is she interested in you? Tell me your secret!" Snow joined in, pulling Nash's hand and making him sigh tiredly due to this sudden interr
124. The Begin of Chaos (1)
The system had clearly and explicitly explained to Nash what Third World View was—a dimension where Nash could observe events in a location by projecting himself, but whatever Nash did or said could be conveyed to the real world due to the very thin barrier between them."Why can I only do this now?" Nash protested. If he had known that he could do this for a long time, Nash could have used this skill to locate his friends and Chisato.[Answer: That is because Player Nash has just fulfilled the conditions and requirements for using the exclusive skill: Third World View.]The system's answer made Nash furrow his brow. He then opened his information window and looked at his current player information. He hadn't seen it for quite some time because he was busy training Elaine in the forest and participating in the Sylvan Cup tournament.\\[Player Information]Name: Nash Ledger (LV. 40)Job: Swordsman, The Far AnalystTitle: Web-Weaving Warrior, Low Meat Slayer. The Toughest Of Them All (
123. After Battle (4)
Nash had a strange dream. He was in the midst of a great battle where monsters escaped from the tower where they were imprisoned and attacked everyone, including civilians and players. The dream felt incredibly real as Nash could hear people screaming as the monsters chased and tore them apart, while the players were busy defeating the monsters and couldn't save the trapped civilians in the chaos. "What is this? Why am I dreaming such terrible things again?" Nash still remembered the last time he had a bad dream, which turned out to be a reality. However, that was because the dream was a memory of Nash as an NPC repeating a game script, but this time Nash was no longer just an NPC but also a part of Heaven of Terraria. So, what did all of this mean? "In a little while, Heaven of Terraria will reach its final arc." A voice suddenly came from beside Nash, causing him to spontaneously turn and see the figure. Nash was taken aback when he realized that the figure was someone he knew.
122. After Battle (3)
"Ugh, why are there so many people? I can't even find a way to escape," Chisato muttered as she got trapped in a crowded crowd at the waiting area for the qualifying participants. Prince Hassan had ordered Chisato to buy some snacks because he was hungry, despite the fact that Hassan had been eating all day, but he was still hungry. Chisato wanted to refuse, but she knew deep down that she was only surviving on Hassan's kindness as the prince of Iskandarien. Chisato would definitely be a homeless person on the streets if Hassan hadn't offered her a job at that time, although sometimes Chi felt that Hassan just wanted to toy with her."Sigh, I better get out soon and find some snacks before that food-loving prince comes looking for me and ends up disappearing who knows where." Chi clenched her fists earnestly before gathering the courage to step through the sea of people.Were they so curious about the masked participant?"Excuse me, coming through.""Excuse meee.""Sorry, sorry. Excus
121. After Battle (2)
"Hurry, come in here. It's safer here!"A girl pulled the overwhelmed young man's hand, pushing through the crowd that tried to reach out to interview him. Without hesitation, the young man followed the girl's lead and entered a closed room that wasn't crowded—only a few participants who had made it through the second round were there."Whew, that was close. Wasn't it?"The young man then removed the mask he had been wearing for approximately 22 hours in the labyrinth and revealed his face covered in sweat."Yes, you're right. I didn't expect there would be so many journalists waiting for us at the finish line." He paused for a moment, then suddenly touched the girl's cheek. "El, your cheek is bleeding. Did you get scratched earlier?"Elaine blinked in surprise when Nash suddenly touched her cheek. She quickly pushed Nash's hand away and covered her reddened cheek out of embarrassment. "Ah, it's nothing. Just a small scratch.""Tch," Nash scoffed at Elaine's stubbornness. He then put
120. After Battle (1)
"Excuse me, oops— I'm sorry."An orange cup with a white plastic straw fell to the floor when someone hit it with her elbow, and she received a death stare."Do you wish to die now, huh?" The cup owner, a big man three times her size, looked at her menacingly. He had just lost a bet when his pick died on the battlefield, resulting in the loss of nearly 50 gold coins. Now, a petite-looking girl stood in front of him with a half-dumbfounded expression after making his last orange cup fall to the floor. "I'll—""Please, let her go, mister. Here's a small compensation for your loss."From the girl's side, a young man hurriedly stood in front of her, as if protecting her from the big and somewhat intimidating man. He held out a pocket to the man, causing the big man to raise his eyebrow in confusion. However, when he heard the heavy clink from the pocket, he decided to take it quickly."Now you understand, boy! I forgive you, I forgive you, hahaha!" The big man left with a wide smile on hi
119. Meeting With Them Again (3)
“We surrounded all of them!”“Guard them so no one can escape!”As the crowd gathered, Nash stood triumphant, the victor of the intense battle against Vexul, Nekron, and Morgrath. The defeated members of the Arcane Guild were now bound, surrounded by a group of nearly ten individuals, ensuring their capture. Nash, wearied from the arduous fight, wore an expression of exhaustion and fatigue, yet a sense of satisfaction shone through.Vexul, his teeth gritted in frustration, refused to accept his defeat, his eyes filled with a fiery determination that mirrored his unyielding spirit. "This... this cannot be! I will not accept this outcome!"Nash, with a stoic gaze, addressed Vexul, his voice laced with weariness yet an unwavering resolve. "Your arrogance blinds you, Vexul. Accept your defeat with some semblance of grace."Meanwhile, Morgrath, filled with desperation, made a futile attempt to escape the clutches of his captors. However, his efforts were in vain as he found himself surroun
118. Meeting With Them Again (2)
“Keurgh!”Nash engaged in a fierce battle against Vexul, the master of spatial manipulation, Nekron, a half-necromancer with dark magic at his disposal, and Morgrath, a relentless melee fighter with devastating burst skills. The clash between their abilities pushed Nash to the brink of exhaustion.[Warning: Your HP is in dangerous state. Please take a rest or drink a Health Potion to restore your HP.](Damn! I don’t have time even to pull a potion right now!)“Come! Flame Slash!”Unleashing his flame sword, a powerful weapon he had acquired from a previous battle, Nash fought with all his might. The flames danced and crackled, striking at his opponents with searing intensity. However, Vexul's space skill proved to be a formidable defense, as he effortlessly dodged and evaded Nash's fiery onslaught.“Keh—it’s that all you got after babbling and bragging? You’re just a trash, Nash. A big trash.”“I’ll kill that motherfucker with my fist!” Morgrath charged forward and released a hard blo
117. Meeting With Them Again (1)
117. Meeting With Them Again (1)As the excitement of their victory subsided, Nash felt a sense of exhaustion creeping in. He yearned for a moment of respite at the Safe Point, where he could recover and strategize for the next phase of their journey, as well as reunited again with Elaine and Snow. Turning to Dragonclaw and Gron, he voiced his intentions.“I think it's time for me to head to the Safe Point and take a breather. We've earned it after that intense battle."Dragonclaw grinned mischievously, his eyes gleaming with playful sarcasm. "Oh, so The Mimic, the mighty fire-wielder, needs a little rest, huh? Can't handle the heat anymore?"Gron chuckled a little, joining in on the banter.Nash rolled his eyes, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Oh, you two are just jealous of my newfound fiery skills. But don't worry, I'll save some enemies for you to defeat."Dragonclaw feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. "Me? Jealous? Never! I'll just find a way to han
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