{No uploads on Saturday or Sunday this week. So I am double uploading today!}

{For anyone who wants to complain about the POV save your breath. I am still doing it my way and there is no reason you should have problems understanding it. For example: Cera makes his way down the trail and sets up camp and logs off as night falls. Back miles and miles down the road he came from. The guards and travelers have also set up camp. There is a discussion between Kursco James and the butler Relomal from earlier. This is how I change POV's in this chapter as well as all my other chapters, there should be no problem following the story unless you are a poor reader or are using google translate. I will never do (POV of Example) in this story. I will continue to delete any comments pertaining to this sort of thing.}

{I put up a new chapter in the auxiliary for levels, classes, and gears. If you want information like that check it out.}

{Thanks for pointing out the Stat points instead of skill points ReadingExMachina!!}

I have made it pretty deep into the trail and I can feel plenty of enemies out in the wilds of Vedersfall. The enemies here in Vedersfall are stronger then the ones in Zenith. That's how it is for players at least, it doesn't make any difference to the higher leveled NPC's. For the NPC's that haven't reached tier 1 yet are in the same boat as the players. I wont have any issues killing opponents now that I have The Witness, this sword is truly ridiculous. I can see why Pesticide was infamous in his battles, this blade will kill any player. Just a regular attack now does 34,300 damage, the new active skills I got will also make it to where I can take on higher leveled enemies.

As I am doing a light run to get to Glendar faster I encounter a caravan that is under attack. The guards are holding off the attackers as best they can, but they are slowly falling. Some bandits actually set up an ambush point like this so deep in the wilds of Vedersfall that it makes me question their intellect. I can see the leader shouting orders to his fellow guards. "Make sure you protect the precious cargo! It is to important to lose to some raggedy ass bandit scum!!" I will admit that he does a good job motivating his soldiers. All the carts are filled with cargo except for one that looks to be carrying a noble or wealthy merchant. I see no reason not to help them so I draw Dead's Bane and The Witness. I charge at the first bandit I see and inspect his stats.

[Morpho Path Bandit Lvl. 18]

5,560/5,560 HP

[You have dismembered his torso]

[You have ignored his armor]

-34,300

+250 exp

I slice at the top of his left shoulder and go clean through his torso and exit his right hip. 2 separate pieces of the man fall apart from each other as his cleanly cut organs spill out onto the ground. It was like cutting through air when I attacked him. I would have been nauseous if I was a new player still, but future experience has helped me with the dirty part. I am not getting that much exp for these guys so I am not going to use my exp boost now. If I think about it, it would be wise if I saved it for the first quest I'll get from Flint. The name of the bandit worries me a little, Morphos Path is the name of the road I'm taking. That means there is a good chance they have a base of operations here.

I look at my next target and I can see his obvious fear. I want to cut down the rest of these guys and get on my journey. Looking around there are about 3 guards left and 6 bandits left. I charge to my next target looking to finish these guys off in succession.

[Morpho Path Bandit Lvl. 17]

5,040/5,040 HP

100% critical vital point struck

[You have dismembered his head]

[You have ignored his armor]

-68,600 critical

+200 exp

I immediately go to the next target and continue this till none remain.

[Morpho Path Bandit Lvl. 19]

5,940/5,940 HP

[You have dismembered his right hip down to his left thigh]

[You have ignored his armor]

-34,300

+300 exp

[Morpho Path Bandit Lvl. 16]

4,750/4,750 HP

[You have dismembered his arms and torso from a horizontal attack]

[You have ignored his armor]

-34,300

+150 exp

[Morpho Path Bandit Lvl. 20]

6,450/6,450 HP

[You have ignored his armor]

-34,300

+350 exp

[Morpho Path Bandit Lvl. 20]

6,200/6,200 HP

100% critical vital point struck

[You have dismembered his head]

[You have ignored his armor]

-68,600 critical

+350 exp

I have just finished off the fifth one and the squad leader is all that remains. None of the 3 remaining guards have perished and are looking at me with both fear and respect. I shouldn't waste anymore time and finish off this last guy. I begin to charge forward and the leader of this little posse tries to beg. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!! I WANT TO LI-" I launched my blade forward and swiftly kill the man.

[Morpho Path Bandit Captain Lvl. 23]

7,300/7,300 HP

[You have dismembered his upper chest]

[You have ignored his armor]

-34,300

+500 exp

I swing both my swords in a semi circle to get the blood off. Now that all the bandits are dead I can check on the people they were attacking. I turn around and see them ready to continue fighting, I sheath my swords and they relax a little. "If I was here to kill you, all of you would be dead by now. As you can see those bandits weren't even able to react before I diced them up. What makes you think you stand a chance against me?" I cross my arms and lean against one of the carts waiting for their reply. I inspect what I assume is the leader of this little guard detail.

[Kursco James Guard Detail Leader Lvl. 22]

2,045/7,080

This guy sure did take a lot of damage. His bleeding isn't to bad so I think he'll live. He is analyzing my words before he takes any action. I may be around the same level as everyone here, but my class and gear put me on a level several times higher than them. He squints his eye's at me and inspects me. I get a system notification that is right on time.

[This NPC's isn't strong enough to view your hidden information]

[Only basic information will be shown]

My stats are much higher then they should be for someone my level, but that is all he is able to see along with my name. The NPC's receive information differently then us, but perceive it the same way we do. He also wont know I have hidden information, to him I look like a talented young fighter, nothing more and nothing less. He finally decides to speak to me, and he sheaths his weapon and so do his last 2 men. "I apologize, the blood loss and adrenaline are putting me on edge. Thanks for saving us, if you didn't show up we would have all died." I look at the last 2 men and take a deep sigh, caravans are usually more prepared than this and have higher leveled guards. So that means the city gave them scraps or someone arranged this to happen. Well, not my problem. I have already done my part.

I stop leaning on the cart and approach the men. They are still on edge, but they are much more friendly then a few seconds ago. "Why would the city send you guys? No offense, but by the looks of that elegant cart you are transporting someone of high standing. The city would send its best for someone like that." Kursco looks down in shame at my words. Whatever is happening here wasn't something that he knew about. People don't act like that when they are guilty. "I won't bother you with anymore questions, just make sure you know what you are doing next time." I turn around and start on my path again. As I pass the elegant cart it opens, a butler sticks his head out and we make eye contact slightly. He then looks into the direction of the guards and gives a sigh of relief.

I see another head look out from behind the butler and its a woman in her early 20's, she has long straight blond hair and green eye's. She is pretty, but I am not some desperate guy that falls head over heels for someone. I have things too do and places too be. She looks at me kind of funny and has a slightly rose colored face. I look the same as I do in real life, I am one on the more attractive side. Both my parents are beautiful people and I am to since I am their son. I continue to walk forward and begin to lightly run like before now that I am out of view from the caravan. I look at my stats for the information on my exp gains.

[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.19]

[Exp: 18,280/21,000]

[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden),+3 more]

[Stats]

[Strength - 895]

[Endurance - 845]

[Dexterity - 850]

[Speed - 965]

[Focus - 7345]

[Mana: 73450/73450]

[Health: 6,960/6,960]

[Stat Points: 30]

[Armor rating: 475]

[Inventory]

[Skills/Perks]

[Inheritor of the sword (Passive) - Son of Heaven (Passive) - Heavens light Lvl.4 325/400 (Active) - Protected by Heaven Lvl.4 225/400 (Active) - Slash Lvl.10 300/1000 (Active) Slayer of Evil (Passive) - Holy Willow Trees savior (Passive) - Parry Lvl.1 80/100 (Active) - Finder of Legends (Passive) - The divine who has legend (Passive) - Destined for Greatness (Passive) - Dungeon Diver - (Passive) Kingslayer - (Active) Raging Machine - (Active)]

I got a little over 2,000 exp for that little scuffle. Every little bit helps, and I am never one to turn down exp. I run for a couple more hours and now I should be a little over half way and I have time till the sun goes down. Cera makes his way down the trail and sets up camp and logs off as night falls. Back miles and miles down the road he came from. The guards and travelers have also set up camp. There is a discussion between Kursco James and the butler from earlier.

I don't know Slayer Zern from famous tales or the adventurers from the guild, but he is on a different talent and skill level. His stats are insane, and he is also one of those new people. You can tell by the way they act and talk. I turn to the butler Relomal and begin finishing my report. "After he killed his first bandit he quickly dispatched the rest of them with no problems what so ever. One of the swords he wielded also gave off an incredible pressure that affects the mind and not the body. I felt like he was holding a weapon of unparalleled power." The butler nods his head and looks to the princess with worry. If I knew she was an assassination target I would have brought way more men. "Do you think she will be alright?" I know that most royalty don't experience combat and this might have shaken her.

The butler fixes his monocle and clears his throat. "Princess Annabella has always been a tough young woman. I wouldn't worry to much about her. We should all get some rest for the night, we have a lot of ground to make up." With those words I relax for the first time in hours. The princess was kind enough to heal us with her healing magic, but I am still beat. I head over to the last of my men and friends on this dark day, I dread the moments I have to inform the new widows.