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Name - William Ashworth HP - 100% MP - N/A ( Unlock mana at Lvl 10 ) Level - 0 (0/75) Legacy Order: 0 Title - N/A Blessing - N/A STATS Strength - 10 Defense - 10 Agility - 12 Luck - 3 Unassigned points - 0 NOTE: 10 is the average stat for an adult human. SKILLS Swordmaster Lv 1 INVENTORY --------------- William had played a little bit of videogames at local game shops in the past, thus he was familiar with the meaning and function of several basic components of the system. However, there were a few elements he could not grasp, so he inquired immediately. [ Legacy Order: A unique grading system among legacies. The first level up in this grading system is obtained at level 50. A special set of rewards comes with Order ] "Hmm, I wonder what mine might be. What about the one regarding Blessing?" [ Blessings: Win the grace of a divine being through your actions and receive a blessing, temporary or permanent. These blessings include unique stats, buffs, affinity, skills..ETC ] "Understood." William concluded, yet he remained troubled by his uneven stats. "My agility is twenty percent above the average human and my strength and defense are average, but why the fuck is my luck just 3 points?" Was this the reason why his entire life on earth had been so miserable thus far? Could this be why he always moved from one trouble to another immediately after sorting out the previous one? "That explains it." William sighed. "Doesn't matter now. I can level up and improve my stats gradually." Allowing negativity at this stage of his mission would only hamper his overall planning, so he resolved to think positively about everything. He lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as his mind began to wander through a myriad of thoughts. Half an hour after he had laid down, two soldiers knocked on his tent and delivered three scrolls containing the written reports he had requested. William took the scrolls inside, placed them on the desk, sat down, and proceeded to study them with serious focus. The texts on the scrolls were different from any script he had ever set his eyes on, they almost appeared as enigmatic symbols. Normally, he would have been unable to decipher the meaning of these texts, but thanks to Glossa Arcanum, he found that he could read and understand them with ease and without difficulty. While studying the first scroll, his eyes widened slightly. "Grim market day of Muzez Kingdom; the day the evil cults appeared in the most popular market, slaughtered hundreds of people and abducted several dozens. Wow, I never expected the kill count to be this high, those cultists are truly evil." William muttered under his breath as he scanned through the first scroll. It primarily detailed the cult's activities in Muzez Kingdom and specified that the exact number of abducted people reached two thousand. From the information on the first scroll, he also learned that Muzez Kingdom was not the only target of the cult, other territories surrounding the kingdom had likewise faced the same grim fate. The first scroll provided him with all the essential details concerning the kingdom and the abduction. The second scroll contained all the information that the True Wizard organization had gathered concerning Dark Island and the cult group known as Gravemind Orders. According to the scroll, the Gravemind Order is an ancient group that existed for centuries, they had operated silently in the past without incurring the wrath or attention of major kingdoms and military forces. However, everything changed two years ago when they made their first move on Muzez Kingdom and several neighbouring kingdoms. Based on the wizards’ gathered intelligence, the cult was working on a dark project that required living sacrifices, the project could make them stronger, which is why they were unafraid of drawing attention to themselves. The scroll further noted that the cult primarily practiced necromancy, blood magic, demonic magic, and curse magic. "Well, that is strange," William whispered as he continued on to the last scroll, which detailed the journey they had undertaken and the dangers they faced along the way. "Corrupted humans and beast?" was underlined and rendered in larger text than the rest of the page, instantly capturing William's attention. He wondered what exactly these corrupted humans and beast were. But fate was about to grant him a more vivid understanding. He was just about to begin studying the final scroll when loud shouts erupted from outside, a commotion was brewing. "Alert! Those corrupted bastards are attacking again!" "Everyone, brace yourselves! You there, you, and you—protect the king tent." "Someone tell the hero!" "Hey, they're approaching fast!" "Fuck!" The voices rang out loudly. They carried an unmistakable note of terror and deep worry. Before William could fully comprehend what was unfolding, a holographic window suddenly appeared. --------- URGENT QUEST OBJECTIVE: The encampment is under attack, slay the enemies and protect the king. REWARD: 250 EXP PENALTY: -60% likability amongst the soldiers. ------------- "An urgent quest?" He wasn’t expecting it. "Hero, hero! Please come help us!" One soldier dashed into the tent without knocking. William turned toward the intruder with a calm expression, even though he strongly resented the fact that the soldier had entered without knocking. Realizing his error, the soldier offered a small bow and apologized before reiterating the information. "Corrupt humans are attacking the camp, we seek your assistance, please." "I will be outside in a minute," William replied. The soldier bowed his head before dashing out of the tent. "Inventory" William opened his inventory and equipped his sword. [ Basic sword equipped, +2 STRENGTH ] [ Swordmaster Lv1 activated ] A peculiar surge of strength enveloped his body the moment he equipped the sword. "This is my chance to test my strength and prove myself useful." William stepped outside the tent and was immediately met by a heated scene of soldiers brandishing their weapons against what appeared to be other humans. Or rather, creatures bearing a human resemblance. "What the fuck!" William felt genuine terror as his eyes met the appearance of the enemies.
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LS: 166 ( The end )
The wind was soft that morning. It carried the smell of grass and dust, a quiet sign that peace had truly returned. William stood on top of a hill that overlooked the small suburb he called home. The golden light of the rising sun stretched across the houses, painting the roofs and fields in a warm glow. For once, there was no smoke, no screams, and no blood. Just the sound of birds singing again after so long. He stood still for a while, watching the world breathe. It was finally over. The long fights, the missions, the endless running from one battlefield to another — everything was done. The people were safe. The demons were gone. The cities were waking up again. He took a deep breath, his chest rising slowly, his heart beating steady and calm. It felt strange. The quiet was unfamiliar, almost too peaceful for someone who had lived so long in chaos. He looked down at his hands. There were still faint scars on them — reminders of every world he had touched, every sou
LS: 165
The crimson storm tore through the sky like a wound that refused to close. Thunder rolled over the mountains, and the air rippled with burning energy that made the skin crawl. William stood before the dark gate of Seredane, the ruins trembling under the weight of what was about to come. Behind him, Lena and Orion steadied their weapons, their faces pale from exhaustion but burning with the same resolve that had carried them this far. The world felt alive—breathing, watching, waiting. The ground cracked beneath their feet as the first blast of dark energy exploded from the storm above. It struck the mountain, throwing debris into the air. Through the raging wind, shapes began to descend—massive silhouettes with wings like torn shadows and eyes that burned a deep, unholy red. The Demon Lords had arrived. There were seven of them, each one a towering presence that bent the very world around them. Their aura was enough to turn stone to dust and make the clouds twist unnaturall
LS: 164
The wind over the Whispering Peaks was sharp and cold. It howled across the cliffs like a ghost that had forgotten how to rest. William, Lena, and Orion moved slowly through the rising mist, their boots crunching against the icy stone. The journey had drained them. The mountain air was thin, and the fog here was not normal—it felt alive, whispering faint voices that tugged at their minds. They had been walking for hours. “Are we close?” Lena asked, her voice weak but steady. William nodded slightly. “Almost. The ruins should be right beyond that ridge.” He could feel it—the strange pull that had started ever since that mysterious figure appeared at the campfire. The closer they got, the stronger it became. It wasn’t painful, just heavy, like something ancient was watching from beneath the surface of the world. The path narrowed as they climbed higher. Broken pillars jutted from the ground like bones. Strange markings glowed faintly across the rocks, pulsing in rhythm with
LS: 163
The wind carried the heavy scent of blood and burning oil across the charred plains. William stood on a mound of blackened soil, the red sky splitting with thunder as he gazed toward the ruins of the once-mighty fortress of Thal’Grim. His sword, slick with ash and crimson, hummed softly — almost like it was breathing. Behind him, his allies regrouped, battered and panting. Lena’s bowstring was snapped, her arm trembling as she tried to tie it again. Orion leaned on his spear, face pale, veins pulsing faintly with traces of demonic energy. “Are we done here?” Lena asked, voice rough and hoarse. William’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the smoldering horizon. “Not yet.” From the shadows of the fallen fortress, a figure emerged. Cloaked in tattered robes, its steps slow and deliberate, the ground beneath its feet seared with each movement. A faint smile curled beneath the hood. “Impressive,” the voice drawled, smooth and venomous. “You’ve slain hundreds of my kin. Tell me, human… how l
LS: 162
The valley still smoked from the war that had nearly shattered the heavens. Charred soil stretched for miles, rivers of ash cutting through the land where forests once stood. The wind carried the scent of iron, burnt earth, and something heavier—the echo of death. William sat at the edge of a cliff, staring down at what used to be a city. The ruins were silent, and beneath the silence lay stories he didn’t have the strength to unearth. His armor was gone. His shirt was torn. Blood painted his arm, dry and crusted, yet he barely felt it. Mirabel sat beside him, her right arm wrapped in a bandage. Her face was pale, her hair a tangled mess. But her eyes—though tired—still glowed faintly with life. Neither spoke for a long time. The only sound was the distant crumble of stone as a tower gave in to gravity. Finally, Mirabel broke the silence. “You could’ve died,” she said softly. William didn’t look at her. “I know.” “You should have died,” she pressed. “That thing kille
LS: 161
The sun rose weakly over the shattered plains of Aerth. Its light broke through the smoke and fog, painting the ruins with gold that struggled to reach the ground. The air still smelled of ash and old blood. William stood at the edge of the broken valley where the final battle had ended. His sword was sheathed on his back, though its blade had long since lost its glow. He didn’t need its light anymore — not for this. Behind him, the survivors of the resistance gathered slowly. Mirabel stood among them, her right arm still bandaged, her movements slower than before but her spirit unbroken. Around her were the remnants of the human fighters who had lived through the long war against the demons. They had lost homes, families, entire cities — yet they were still standing. For a long moment, none of them spoke. The silence was sacred, heavy with memory. William finally turned to face them. “It’s over,” he said simply. The words fell like stones into still water. Some lowered th
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