CHAPTER 5

It was a Sunday afternoon and an already 15-year-old Abraham is taking a peek at a hole in this bathhouse. The bodies of the girls were spectacular. Their proportions were just out of this world. Some have their bushes shaved, but some haven't. Not to mention their boobs that differ in sizes. The girls were soaked in water, which made them extremely hotter that it turns Abraham on. This is his daily routine. Every day Marge asked him to do some chores, he takes a detour and do some perverted stuff. Just like peeking through a hole in this girl's bathhouse. His nose was basically bleeding as he is seeing those fantastic bodies. He really wants to rub one off, but he can't, since he might get caught, again, peeking into a bathhouse full of girls. As he is greatly entertained by this fabulous free show, he suddenly felt something. He turned to his right to see dozens of men, holding some broomsticks and are glaring angrily at Abraham who grinned at them. He then looked through the hole again to confirm something, and then the girls he was just spying to turned into smoke. Illusion magic, clever trick to lure a pervert like him out.

"We've caught you red-handed, again, Warlock. It's getting annoying!" yelled a big black man.

"Yeah! Our customers are decreasing because of your stupid antics!" followed by a big bulky bald man.

Abraham stood up and grabbed the bottle of milk that Marge asked for,

"Well, I think this is my turn to run, eh?" Says Abraham as he then made a run for it.

He used magic enhancers to enhance his speed and jumping abilities as he immediately outran the people that are chasing him. Abraham arrived at Marge's house and immediately entered to give her the milk. He went to the kitchen to be welcomed by a flying cup that hit him in the face.

"Your idiocy has reached me again! Townsfolks are complaining about how perverted you are, and I can't do anything about it! My name as the best diviner of this town has been tarnished because I have a pervert apprentice like you!" snapped an old woman who was Marge.

Abraham rubbed his nose that got hit by the cup as he gave the milk to Marge. He sat down on the kitchen's counter as he took an apple and ate it,

"I didn't teach you how to use magic to get yourself into something like perverseness. Now I'm wondering if I really did make the right decision." Marge sighed as she poured the milk into her cup of tea.

7 years have passed since Abraham became Marge's apprentice and it went well. Excellent for the fact that Abraham unfortunately developed perverseness. He is now able to use different kinds of magic spells that he learned from Marge's incredible teaching. Although he is still having troubles manipulating his mana river, he can still use decent spells that can be used in attacks. His lightning element is as strong as it is called. But Abraham is limited to doing 3 lightning strikes, since it drains an awful lot of mana in each strike. In short, his strength is still not enough to become an adventurer, but he is definitely a mage. He is not just on adventurer's level yet. More training, and he'll be eligible for taking the adventurers exam next year. As Abraham ate his apple, someone knocked on the door. Marge ordered Abraham to answer it and he did. He opened the door to see his parents. Abraham smiled, but what happened was beyond his expectations, again. Josephine pulled Abraham's left ear as she dragged him into the house and pushed him to sit on the couch. Filbert sighed as the mother and son are at it again. He entered the house along with a small girl wearing pink clothes and was skipping around the house.

"Dada, is bwada being bad again?" asked the adorable little girl.

"Yep, you're brother is a bad boy. Now, let's go to grandma Marge, shall we? Josephine, go easy on him." Says Filbert as they went to the kitchen.

Abraham has a sister now, and her name was Julia. Josephine then pulled her son's ear harder as he never learns,

"I thought that you promised me to not do such things again? But why are the people complaining about your perverseness on us again?! I didn't raise you to become a pervert like your father!" yelled Josephine as Abraham's left ear is now turning into a tomato.

"That wasn't me! I didn't see a single boob! Maybe it was someone pretending to be me and is ruining my name!" Abraham claimed.

But Josephine just pulled the ear harder as it was obvious that Abraham was lying. Then, she let go of the ear and sighed. She warned Abraham that if he is caught in the act of peeking into the bathhouse again, then the town's mayor will be forced to banish him from the town. Abraham nodded in agreement as he rubbed his already red ear. The two then went into the kitchen to see that Julia is playing with Marge as she uses her magic to entertain her. Josephine sat besides Filbert as Abraham sat on the counter again.

"You need to scold your son, Filbert. His mischievous acts need to be stopped. Especially when you are the one who is supposed to discipline him, not me." Josephine argued.

"Well, you're scarier than me, though." Filbert whispered.

And with one intense glare from Josephine, Filbert stood up from his chair with a smile being forced in his face.

"Abe, do you still have the sword I gave you?" Filbert asked.

"Y-Yeah, I only use it in training my swordsmanship every time I have a free time." Abraham replied.

"Grab your sword and we will go somewhere, hurry." Filbert ordered.

Abraham then grabbed his 2 foot sword in his room upstairs as the two the went to go somewhere that Filbert knows. And based on the direction they are heading; Abraham seems to know where they are going.

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After 2 hours of walking, they finally arrived in their destination. They are at the monster's field near their town.

"Now, show me what you have been training for, Abe." Says Filbert as he sat on a big rock.

This isn't a punishment. It's more like an exhibition. However, since Abraham is to face deadly monsters, then this is really a punishment. Because getting injured is very, very painful. He then checked his sword if it's okay to use. Abraham felt butterflies in his stomach as this is his first-time fighting monsters. Even though this area rarely has high class monsters, since adventurers make sure that the town is safe, so, they always slay the high classes monsters here as their job. Abraham then went on to search for some monsters nearby. He scanned the area and he finally found a group of redhare. Monstrous hare that has the color of blood. They have these terrifying bloodshot eyes and huge teeth that they use to their victims' flesh. Abraham approached them, with his sword drawn and is carefully manipulating his mana so he can be ready to unleash a spell on them. But since these are just E class monsters, he doesn't need to use any spells, probably. As he approached the redhares, they saw an approaching human as they began to screech as they hopped towards Abraham in an attempt to make him as their lunch. One redhare jumped on Abraham's left, he swings his sword at that direction and cuts the hare in half. He did the same to the others. Filbert is watching his son as he is killing some monsters that are approaching him as well. Despite being not properly trained by any swordsman, Abraham has improved his swordsmanship. He is now not relying on his strength alone, but his body is now perfectly coordinated. However, he is still a rookie in using a sword. His footwork is everywhere and he sometimes trips on his own legs. But still, he is swinging like a decent swordsman to Filbert. Abraham just needs more time to train, and he'll master techniques that Filbert is using today. As Abraham finished killing the monsters, Filbert approached his son who is now covered in slimy, stinky purple goo.

"You did well, son. Now, if you have the confidence, can you fight that?" Filbert then pointed at a troll that is walking towards them.

A big, ugly creature that is carrying a huge club with spikes and wears a necklace that is made out of their victims. If Abraham remembers it correctly, trolls are rated as D class monsters. How can Abraham possibly beat a monster at that level when he had a hard time dealing with E class hares? But to prove that he is already a capable mage, Abraham accepted Filbert's challenge. Filbert smiled, as he knew Abraham won't shrink on a challenge like this,

"Listen here, son. In training, you'll learn, but in actual combat, you'll get stronger. That's how it was, it is and always will be. So, in order to become stronger, you need to face adversities like this one. In order to gain strength, you must also fight strength. You're allowed to use spells. And here, use this," Filbert then gave his sword to Abraham to use "Don't break it, that sword costs 200 silver." Filbert followed as he then stepped away.

He'll intervene in the battle once he sees his son in a predicament. But if Abraham has those determined eyes that strikes like lightning, then he does not need to worry at all. Abraham tested the sword of his father and it was quite heavy. It's a 3-foot-long sword and based on the presence it is giving, it has tasted blood already. Abraham then took a deep breath as he walked towards the big ugly troll. The troll removed the club that he was carrying off his shoulders and let it touch the ground. It was scraping the ground as the both of them are slowly gaining momentum. It was not long before the two began to run towards each other. The troll raised his club as he roared in a confident way. Abraham prepared his sword to slash the monster. And when the two is now in front of each other, Abraham made an amateur mistake. He slipped on a wet grass and he just lost his momentum and footing. He tried to retreat to regain his posture, but the ugly monster was already swinging down his club. Abraham then did what he knew he needed to do. He swung his sword upward to clash with the club with equal force so that he could at least throw the troll off balance. He enhanced his strength a little with magic and the two then clashed with their weapons. The force of the club going down was too strong than the force Abraham was putting on his sword. As the club went through Abraham's weak defense, Abraham immediately stepped back to evade the falling club. His left leg got a little grazed by the spikes. It was enough to make him take a knee. He clutched his wound as it released thick red blood,

"Don't go in recklessly! Watch its attacks and immediately come up with your own to counter it!" yelled Filbert as he watches his son from afar.

"It's easier said than done, though." Abraham hushed as he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

How can he actually defeat a monster that is on a higher level than him? Trolls are known for being slightly intelligent, but sometimes, they are just goofballs and have muscles for brains. To know whether it's an intelligent one or an idiot one, Abraham needs to at least make the monster show. But how exactly?

"Well, there's one way to find out." Abraham breathed as he stood up.

He shook his left leg since he can't feel a thing anymore. It was late when he realized it. The club spikes, that's why he has a bad feeling about it. The spikes of the club have some kind of paralytic poison. That's when Abraham confirms that troll is an intelligent one. However, even if a troll is intelligent, it shouldn't have the ability to make something like that. A weapon that has poison. Which means, this troll is none other than...

"It's a fucking chief troll!" Abraham snapped as he just hit a wall.

Chief trolls have higher intelligence than the normal ones. And to add up to its terrifying knowledge, its strength can be compared to a tank mage ramming his shield against you at full force. Things just went bad to worse in a blink of an eye.

Abraham then let out a deep sigh,

"I was trying to save this attack for much stronger opponents. But I think it's time." Says Abraham as he then prepared for an attack

He only has one leg working, but he needs to gain momentum. So, he forced himself to run towards the troll. The troll did the same thing as it is now running as fast as it can to reach Abraham as it also swings its club around. And when the two are about to do another collision of weapons. Abraham slid on his knees and went between the legs of his opponent. He then quickly turned around and he slashed the Achilles tendon of the monster. It wailed in pain as the troll fell on his knees. The wounds of this monster released a slimy green substance. But Abraham took action immediately. He stood up, and then he cut the arms of this monster. He then stepped back a little. Abraham raised his hand and he concentrated. Filbert narrowed his eyes and grinned, as he is finally going to see something like this from his son. With a clap of thunder, Abraham opened his eyes that seems to generate lightning bolts and then, when he put his hand down, a lightning bolt fried the troll. Abraham then launched forward as he delivered the final blow by decapitating the monster and the green sticky thing bursts out of the body like a fountain. Abraham fell on the ground, utterly exhausted. That lightning strike consumed almost all of his remaining mana, that's why he is experiencing extreme fatigue. As he breathes heavily, Filbert approached his son while clapping. Filbert crouched down in front of Abraham,

"You did well, son. The movements earlier looked like it was performed by an official adventurer. In spite of having only one leg left to use in battle, you still managed to defeat the monster. I'm proud of you, Abe. Now, let's go home and have you take a bath. You reek rotten flesh." Says Filbert as he carried his son.

He then put the head of the chief troll inside a sack he brought that contains the drops of the monster Abraham fought. The yellow crystals that the redhares produced, they will earn 100 copper from that. And the head of the chief will have them earn at least 25 silver. Filbert will sell these in a monster's shop and he will give everything to Abraham since he worked hard for it. As the father and son walked down the woods with Abraham on Filbert's back and the sun was setting, Filbert smiled as his son slept on his back while he was carrying him. Abraham grew a lot. Not just his strength, but also his physical body. Because the day he brought Abraham to Marge, he was just this little boy. But now, he is almost the same height as him. Although he doesn't approve of his son's perverseness, he is still proud of what he has became and what he will become in the future. His son will grow into a formidable mage someday, and he just hopes that Abraham will not do anything to ruin his life. Because if Abraham becomes an adventurer, then he and Josephine will not be able to tell him what to do anymore as he will become an independent man. As the two reached Marge's house, Filbert just lay his son down on a couch inside the house since Abraham was sleeping. Josephine scolded Filbert for endangering his inexperienced son as Josephine treated Abraham's leg that has poison. Julia climbed up to her father's arms, but Filbert put her down as he also has green goo on his clothes. As Abraham's leg is now healed, Josephine, Julia and Filbert then excused themselves as they will now go back to their house.

"Stop Abraham on his pervert acts, Marge. I'm very annoyed by the complains of the townsfolks." Josephine reminded.

"I wish I could stop your idiot son, but I'll try my best. Be careful on your way back." Marge replied.

The family thanked her as they then went on their way back home. Marge looked at a sleeping Abraham who has his clothes tattered because of some fighting he did. She then went to the kitchen to knock something up for Abraham since he might be hungry after all that fighting. While she was cooking, Abraham woke up and his injuries are now gone. He stood up and went to the kitchen to see that Marge was cooking. Realizing that he is already awake, Marge turned around,

"Go and take a bath! Your smell is too pungent!" Marge ordered as Abraham went up to his room.

As he passed the kitchen on his way to the bathroom, Marge called him,

"Wake up early tomorrow, you'll be working at the guild hall starting tomorrow. It's to put to good use your energetic attitude. Don't you dare not go and work, it's to atone for your perverseness. Now, go take a bath!" yelled Marge as Abraham sighed.

Starting tomorrow, he'll be working as a server at that hall, without knowing that something is waiting for him beneath the hall and a storm is brewing.