[SEVERED THREAD] XP + 50

It was the fifty-seventh time that Goodie had received the notification since the message about his assistance in the death of someone named Goewel.

He had assumed that Goewel was the name of the Thug that had worked for Mr. Mayor. An oddity as even when he had caused those idiots back in the sewer to fall victim to the zombie, he had received no notice nor had he gained XP. Admittedly, his [MENU] had been flooded with rat death notifications, which he mostly skimmed through as he closed each one, but he was he would have at least noticed something as long as…

YOU HAVE ASSISTED IN SLAYING (GOEWEL OF THE CARRIERS WHO WERE BORN IN THE VILLAGE ON THE HILL THAT PRODUCES CORN) XP + 275

…if it passed by.

The thug’s death was something he had missed thanks to being distracted by the waggon master. Who had done it, he had no clue, but his current assumption placed the blame on the head of that ginger woman that argued with Mr. Thug during the thieves’ government. Not that he had any intention of bringing her to justice or anything, he just hated not knowing things, the reminder of his low intelligence feeding his insecurities.

The numerous [SEVERED THREAD] notifications alongside the one for the man’s death, had given him enough XP to reach and sacrifice level 1 three times. The rewards he was offered for sacrificing that XP was less than spectacular.

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[REWARD FOR SACRIFICE]

(Please choose one)

- INCREASE TONGUE LENGTH BY 1cm

- 37% BOOST TO NEXT ATTACK

- RECEIVE A WOODEN SPOON

- MAGE LIGHT

- PERMANENTLY DECREASE RATE HAIR GROWTH

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[REWARD FOR SACRIFICE]

(Please choose one)

- RECEIVE A LEATHER WALLET

- TURN YOURSELF INVISIBLE FOR 1 HOUR

- FIRE BOLT X1

- INCREASE WEIGHT OF TARGET FOR 1 HOUR X1

- START A FIRE WITHIN 10ft OF YOUR CURRENT LOCATION

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[REWARD FOR SACRIFICE]

(Please choose one)

- MAGE LIGHT X1

- MAGE LIGHT X1

- SATISFY ALL CURRENT PHYSICAL NEEDS

- LIGHTNING BOLT X1

- 63% BOOST TO NEXT ATTACK

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He had picked the decreased rate of hair growth and the one-time use, fire and lightning bolt spells. The spells for obvious reasons, though they were far too weak to be considered an ace, they would still be a nice card up his sleeve if he ever needed them. As for the decreased hair growth, dealing with hair in the city was already annoying, having to waste time and effort sorting it out in the wild would be a pain in the arse. Plus, he did not know how much of his body’s resources it took to grow hair, but if he could reduce his need for food by even a fraction of a percentage, it would have been worth taking.

He had no idea what severed thread meant, but when he later heard that the village head and several other notable people within the village had died under suspicious circumstances, he got a clue. He did not know for sure, be he was pretty certain that someone one was cleaning house.

He had freaked when he discovered it, especially when he considered that he might also be on the list of people to bump off, sending Her Majesty to find the woman that he believed to responsible for everything had resulted in nothing as with Mr. Mayor being dead and the rest of the thieves laying low, Her Majesty had no one to follow. Since then he had locked himself within his truck-waggon, rarely ever going out, even for food, for fear of some sort of attack.

It was understandable then that he nearly shat himself when said ginger had snuck up to his truck during the middle of the night and lain a box down in front of the door, that he had used most often to exit the vehicle. He had thought to have Her Majesty bite the bitch, but was too concerned with the possibility that the box may have contained a bomb of some sort and had been too busy fleeing out the other side to even have the redheaded woman followed.

It was only after an hour that he ventured back and only in the morning did he even have the nerve to consider going near the package that had been left behind.

When he finally did, he took the utmost precaution to open it, his paranoia reaching new found heights. Though the most he could do with his current skill set was to use his abilities to glue it to the floor of the lower compartment, with it facing towards the back of the truck-waggon, doors opened wide. Then, dousing it in a glob of shadow stuff, he walked behind it, positioning himself diagonally to its side as he worked the tip of the spear beneath the lid to force it open.

He had covered himself in as many layers of his shadow stuff as was possible, to mitigate as much damage from any potential explosion as he could, though, if the box had exploded, even a tiny one, the combination the shock wave and enclosed space, even with the doors being opened, would have liquefied his organs. Not that he knew any of that, of course, he was sixteen and about as clued up on explosives as anyone could expect from someone his age.

He almost felt disappointed that nothing happened when the lid had finally lifted open, revealing the shadow-goo covered contents inside.

Within it was Mr. Mayors truth stone, two necklaces, a ring, a piece of bone, another small lantern containing the essence of a wisp, and a small knife like the ones people had once used to open letters.

He already knew that the truth stone was a magic item, but only with Her majesty’s high level of perception could he tell that most of the other items were also magically active. The exceptions being the little lantern and the piece of bone.

The lantern, or at least its contents, was spiritual in nature, not magical, hence the lack of aura, he assumed that the same was true for the piece of bone.

Either that or Mr. Mayor, who he assumed these items had been taken from, was a freak.

Like the box, he had no one that he could reliably call on to help identify the items, or search them for signs of danger, so he had to rely on Her Majesty’s best guess.

Her Majesty could neither smell nor taste anything on the items that could be considered poisonous. Still, he had his hands fully covered as he packed them away, separating each item for no reason other than it being better to be safe than sorry.

He could have thrown them out, indeed he should have, but that truth stone alone was the first magical item that he had come into close contact with since arriving in this world; and now that he possessed not only it, but several other magical items, his greed was, for the first time in his life, powerful enough to overwhelm his sense of reason.

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NAME: THOMAS GOODWILL

AGE: (16/150)

RACE: HUMAN

CLASS: [SHAMAN OF SHADOWS]

LEVEL: 0

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[ATTRIBUTES]

BEAUTY: 6

STRENGTH: 4

AGILITY: 6

DEXTERITY: 7

CONSTITUTION: 24

PERCEPTION: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 5

LOGIC: 6

IMAGINATION: 9

WILLPOWER: 7

CHARISMA: 5

EFFICIENCY: 4

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HP: (240/240)

STAMINA: (160/160)

MANA: (50/50)

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TITLES:

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FEATS:

[TINY MASSACRE]

[TRAP MASSACRE]

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CLASS SKILLS:

[CREATE SHADOW DEMON]

[SUMMON SHADOW STUFF]

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SKILLS:

[SPEED READING] LV.18

[SNEAKING] LV.6

[RUNNING] LV.2

[TRAP MAKING] LV.2

[ALCHEMY] LV.1

[THROWING] LV.1

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RESISTANCES:

[(MINOR) COLD RESISTANCE] LV.2

[(MINOR) POISON RESISTANCE] LV.38

[(MINOR) DISEASE RESISTANCE] LV.7

[(MINOR) FEAR RESISTANCE] LV.1

[(MINOR) STRESS RESISTANCE] LV.3

[(MINOR) HEAT RESISTANCE] LV.1

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[BONUS]

(MINOR) HEAL X26

MAGE LIGHT X53

PUSH X2

SWAP PLACES WITH TAGET X1

CLEAN AREA X2

DOUSE FIRE X9

FIRE BOLT X3

ICE BOLT X1

LIGHTNING BOLT X4

CONJURE WIND X7

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NAME: HER MAJESTY

AGE: (0/-)

RACE: SHADOW DEMON (SNAKE)

CLASS: SHADOW DEMON

LEVEL: 0

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[ATTRIBUTES]

BEAUTY: 100

STRENGTH: 100

AGILITY: 100

DEXTERITY: 100

CONSTITUTION: 100

PERCEPTION: 100

INTELLIGENCE: 100

LOGIC: 100

IMAGINATION: 100

WILLPOWER: 100

CHARISMA: 100

EFFICIENCY: 100

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HP: (1000/1000)

STAMINA: (1000/1000)

MANA: (1000/1000)

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TITLES:

[HER DRUNKEN MAJESTY]

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FEATS:

[ENEMY OF RATS]

[SILENT HUNTER]

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CLASS SKILLS:

[SHADOW RUN]

[(SHADOW) EMERALD SNAKE VENOM]

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SKILLS:

[SLITHERING] LV.21

[SNEAKING] LV.23

[STRIKING] LV.15

[BITING] LV.15

[TRACKING] LV.22

[HIDING] LV.23

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RESISTANCES:

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