《The Unnamed God. I’m Really Not A God You Guys !》The Unnamed God. I'm Really Not A God You Guys !
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And thus we return to the castle.
Some puzzled mercenaries, a seemingly slightly annoyed Wolfie, and an as-calm-as-ever albino guy, are all there to welcome us. I take a solemn voice.
[Everyone I have good news and bad news]
"Start with the bad news."
They are all looking at me with serious expressions.
[You guys. I'm afraid all your death monologues are going to be wasted.]
"Wait…"
"You mean?!"
"Seriously?!"
"We are saved?!"
[Yep, our friend here can open a portal to the earth realm. We are officially going to be fine! That is the good news by the way.]
"Hell yeah!"
"This is great!"
"So there is no bad news? I feel cheated!"
"Who cares?! You get to live, shut up haha!"
Everyone is in a joyous mood, celebrating. Well, all except our host who is pensively playing around with a chess piece in his hand. I address him.
[How about it? Will you join us?]
"I truly can't. Not right now at least. Maybe one day."
[I understand.]
I turn to the unicorn.
[You can open the portal whenever right? Is it always at the same place?]
"Yes, why?"
[I was thinking of maybe training here for a while. This is a golden opportunity. Infinite training partners. Even once broken they can still be used after a short wait. Could you bring everyone out and come back later for me?]
"I understand! I will do as you wish. I would always come back for you!"
That sounded overly dramatic and passionate, but that's fine too. Guess it is the way unicorns speak by default.
We share some words. Promising how we will meet up later on for sure. Still, they have some stuff to deal with on their side. I have my training to do. I do receive a map describing how to reach my chosen destination for when I do get out of this realm.
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As they are all about to cross the portal, the mercenary leader turns back.
"Hum, can I ask you something?"
[Anything. What is it?]
"Well, you said something about a sect before, right?"
[I probably did, why?]
"Could me and my brothers join?"
[What about your mercenary band?]
"Meh, who cares about that. So, can we?"
[Of course! It would be my pleasure!]
This is great, I somehow recruited a few rank 2 and a rank 3 mage!
"Also we might have a few friends that might be interested in joining would that be fine too?"
[Of course, but I'm kinda broke at the moment. I can't very well pay a salary. For now, it's more of a cool community rather than a serious faction. Are you still fine with that?]
"Of course! Well then, I will see you later Sect Leader! I wish you luck in your training!"
[You too! Take care, you guys!]
And thus they all depart. Wolfie gives me one last glance before going through. She and the unicorn will be waiting for me on the other side. The purple light disappears leaving me and my white-haired friend alone. He pats my shoulder.
"You will see them soon enough do not worry."
He is right I should start training already. I give him a small nod and I make my way toward one of the skeleton armies.
I plan to train for a month here. One big continuous session. I will be trying to scout while remaining in the skeleton army and dodge all the attacks. This will be a mental test, a physical test, and also one of resilience.
And thus starts a training regimen. The skeletons are the perfect partners. Relentless and extremely motivated. No matter how much I beg they won't stop. There is no safe word here.
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Hours and days pass. From time-to-time, Vlad comes nearby and we talk about various subjects. Apparently, that is his name. Or nickname anyway. His real name is supposed to be so long it's a pain to say even for him.
For some reason the skeletons never attack him. It probably is related to why he is stuck here. The skeletons prevent me, an outsider, from moving about as I want. That doesn't apply to him. At least that's what I roughly understood.
Sometimes I have a bit of trouble focusing on both our conversations and the scouting and also the enemies right in front of me. This is lowkey really hard. Then again if it was easy it wouldn't qualify as training at all.
In such a way my time here comes to an end. It is time to say each other goodbye. My friend seems to be fidgeting. Is he not sure what to say? Is there something he wants to ask me?
[What is it?]
"Hum, you know how I am stuck here?"
[Yes, what of it?]
Is there a way to bring him out somehow? If I can I'll help him. Him exploring the earth realm with me would be fun.
"Initially I wasn't the only one here. There were many others. In fact, they are still here. All in a death-like state."
[Seriously?! Any way to help them?]
"Well, yes, but it may sound extremely weird and quite possible repulsive. You see they almost died from lack of blood. I used a spell to stop their time somehow, but it won't last forever either, at some point they will…"
[Wait, so you have friends somewhere here that are about to die, and to save them you need some blood transfusion?!]
I didn't know people of this world knew about such a method?! Well, he did say it sounds repulsive. Maybe blood transfusions are unpopular or seen as something evil?
"That…yes. I tried my own blood but for some reason it…"
Of course. If the blood type is wrong, it won't work. This is probably something most people are ignorant of, so I guess that's why he's ashamed of asking. But I come from a world with advanced medical science! Something as simple as this won't phase me!
[Do you have a container anywhere?]
He leads me to a bathtub in the castle. It is huge and can fit many people for sure.
"Just a bit will do, make sure not to overdo it!"
[Gotcha, don't worry about it!]
He leaves me alone. It takes me a while but I finally manage to pierce my own wrist. Blood starts slowly flowing, then faster. I use divine energy to regenerate it as it drips out.
Not long later the huge bathtub is completely filled. Guess that should do the trick, hopefully. He did say he doesn't need much.
I join him outside, he doesn't even look inside. I guess he trusts me enough not to doubt my resolve and he doesn't want to make things awkward between us.
We reach the portal and wait until it opens. Then I confidently cross it.
[I will meet you later on the other side Vlad!]
He nods.
Earth Realm, your father is back!
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Sword System Academia
2/17 NOTICE: I'm putting this on hiatus, possibly permanently. I didn't want to spam with an "update chapter", so hopefully here and in the story blurb will get enough eyeballs. There are a couple reasons for ending SSA for now. 1) I wrote the next chapter but wasn't happy with it. I've been less and less satisfied with SSA's quality the more I thought about it. Part of the reason is... 2) I am seriously thinking about trying to publish some novels to help pay the bills, since I don't have my other source of income anymore. I have never asked for anything from SSA readers, no money, not even a review or rating. SSA is written for fun to amuse myself, primarily, and I would kind of feel bad actually charging someone money for something as unserious as that. I don't think it is good enough to ask anything in return. To use an analogy from music, SSA is more like a jam session with a bunch of friends. You're just chiling and having fun playing some music. I mean, if you are Mozart or even Eminem, your jam session is good enough to sell, but for an amateur beginner like myself, haha, no. If I want to publish something, I feel like I need to go the proper route of practice and rehearsals, which might be more similar to a classical concert performance. With SSA, I work from worldbuilding notes and a loose outline, but what you are essentially getting is the first draft with lots of so-called pantsing. Pushing out a web novel like this also means it is very difficult to go back and improve things without breaking everything else downstream. I wanted to try this "jamming" approach, as it was a good way to teach me about another aspect of writing, but to move forward, I think I need to hone my "classical" techniques, which emphasize rewriting, or at least, revising outlines. 3) While I intend to try to make $$$, my actual current goal is to "get gud". I've spent a lot of time recently trying to understand the self-publishing industry, and I'm pretty sure I can make some money by using short-term strategies with my current amateur skill level. But I've seen too many authors come and go/burnout, and really, the only way that I think I can enjoy writing and still make money on a long-term basis is to become a better writer. And the next step for me, which I haven't done much before, is to spend more time on rewriting and outlines. That is pretty much antithetical to the way SSA is developing. I've always been kind of 20/80 plotting/pantsing, but I want to spend a lot more time outlining before I even start writing. SSA jam sessions don't really fit my goal anymore. If you're curious about what's next, read on... Among other regrets, I regret not finishing SSA. It's the first story I've dropped, but then again, it's the first web novel I've attempted, so I suppose that's not a surprise. I don't think traditional web novel formats suit me that well. The whole SSA story I had loosely planned (beyond a first book or major arc) is way too large as well. Big story = good for neverending webnovel with Patreons, bad for penniless and fickle writer like me. I am currently outlining a complete trilogy to another story in great detail. I want the story to end concisely, and I also want the chance to really spend a lot of time on the full outline to spot pacing problems, character issues, lost themes, and so on. I'll still share this story on RR. What I intend to do is finish book 1, flash-publish the whole thing here for a few weeks, then publish on the big Zon. Repeat for books 2 and 3. The upcoming story will be about crafting heroes. The backdrop is an isekai-like setting, where elves will summon humans to their world as heroes, but the whole hero crafting business is still in its infancy. The elven mage researchers are figuring out how to imbue heroes with power, while the heroes are trying to figure out how to use the powers that they gain. Humans are the best hero templates because they are blank and have no intrinsic magic. Or at least that what the elves thought. The human MC has his own secrets... There will be some similarities with litrpgs, but I would call it more a progression fantasy or gamelit story. For example, the stats are very low, at least initially. Say we have a stat called Str. Going from Str = 1 to Str = 2 is a huge deal. Also, going from Dex = 0 to Dex = 1 is an even bigger deal. I guess you could call it a "low-stat litrpg", haha. Also, the heroes won't be gaining stats simply by killing things or leveling up. You can't increase stats arbitrarily, either. There will be rules to how stats can increase, and how they work with each other. The elven mages will be figuring out these rules in order to craft stronger and stronger heroes. Some inspiration will be from cultivation magic systems, but there won't be overt cultivation, at least for now. A theme I really want to explore is the idea of interactions. That includes things like hero crafter vs hero, tactics vs strategy, skill synergies, racial interactions (dwarves, elves, etc), and son. Yeah, so hero crafting. I'm super excited about this project and venturing into publishing. If you want to check out the upcoming story, you can follow my RR author profile to see when it drops here. Finally... THANK YOU TO EVERYONE! I'm very sorry that SSA is stopping, but I hope at least some of you will find the next story at least as enjoyable, if not more. Thanks to all the readers who gave SSA a shot. Big hug or solid fistbump to all of you, whichever you prefer! I hope this message is not a downer but an upper, because I am psyched!! -purlcray -------------- BLURB: Talen, youngest Master of the Koroi, makes his way to the Empire's capital to salvage his clan's fate. 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