《Arashia: A LitRPG story》Chapter 0021
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Chapter 0021
It was obvious Leviene will chose Priest as her healer. With dark and holy bonuses, which player granted the same personal bonus wouldn’t chose Priest? Well, the players who won’t be playing a healing class, but that’s beside the point. An Enchanter is an easy class to play, but for the experience player, it was not part of her consideration. Only the skills and tree matter. Enchanters favors passive buffs and direct healing, however healers are the first to be killed in pvp. Take out the healers first. They are squishy and goes flat with a few hits. In a group setting, however, healers are the most dangerous players in the game. They can outheal the damage done, or stall for enough time for their scary dps teammates to come and kill their enemies.
In a pve situations.... healers without a teammate stand there for an hour kill a mob that takes one minute for their dps counterparts to kill, in which case the healer will always be broke. Game developers added damage to the healing class, but they can’t out dps the pure damage dealers. However with a +25% dark bonus, a healer can do as much dps as pure damage dealers.
Leviene spends the majority of her time farming the game alone. Then said harvest get ‘borrowed’ by family. They never paid it back but they are family. Leviene never gave back the pretty earring she borrowed from Syphie a while back either. Sylphie asked about it once, but never pursued the issue again.
Then there was that necklace from Carrie. It was so pretty. Imitation rubies, emerald and sapphire inlaid in stainless steel. Leviene giggle like a little girl on Christmas day.
The best was the cubic zirconia ring she borrowed from Anya. It was so pretty and shiny. When the light hits the ring just so, the cubic zirconia sparkles just right. Leviene turned on all the light in her and for the next three hours she wore the ring and admire it on her hands.
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Never gave the ring back.
Hehe.
Family.
All your bling bling is mine! Muhahahahahahahahahaha!
The strange laughter attracts the attention of Erica. Sylphie gotten used to Leviene weird outburst of laughter.
Erica was about to go see what was wrong with Leviene, but Sylphie signaled her not to go.
[Sylphie whispered to Erica]: She getting lost in the thought of disguised trackers.
Erica did not want to decipher the meaning of those words so she shut up and went back to picking her class.
Actually the words didn’t have any in depth meaning. Leviene get lost. A lot. It is best to put a discreet tracker on her.
Leviene like to wear fake jewelry so for their piece of mind, almost all of Leviene’s accessories has a tracker installed.
Leviene will protest her lack of freedom but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her and she’s too busy choosing her class to care.
Leviene wants a healing class that can kill at a decent rate. She farms for herbs, ores and mobs drops. Killing is required.
So instead of choosing an easy class to play, Leviene would rather train as a priest to maximize her personal stat bonus. She’d have the best of both world, a great healer and a decent damage dealer.
As for tanks, Warriors, Guardians and Templars were offered. Templars were off. Despite Leviene’s total disregard for her dignity, she does have some pride. Albeit a small amount of pride easily bought with beef jerky and massive amount of gold, but it is there nonetheless. The experienced player will not accept a second rate hand me down class. Between a Warrior and a Guardian, Leviene chose Guardian. Leviene is a sweet innocent girl. Which sweet innocent girl goes around charging into crazy situations with gigantic weapons those puny arms can barely lift and fight? None. She didn’t chose a Guardian because hiding behind a shield during a raid sounds easy. Nope. Nada. Zero. Zilch.
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Another fact Leviene will vehemently deny is she scared to read The System message about Warriors. Her self worth can’t take another hit. It could but Leviene thinks it can’t and Leviene’s opinion is all that matters in this case, which isn’t true but it’s Leviene we’re talking about here.
Now for the hard part, the damage dealers. Players split damage dealers into two groups, range and melee. Range attacks the mobs from far whereas melees are close combat fighters. The range classes are the Mage, Elementor, Archer and Ranger while the melee classes are the Assassin, Rogue and Blade Runner. Each style has its advantages and disadvantages. Range tend to have less defense than melee but they have distance as their advantage. They don’t die because they never got hit in the first place. Melee is up in your face fighting the mobs. They have more defensive skills and survivability.
Leviene hesitated, but then eliminate the range classes as a possible personal farm bot mode for herself. It was a tough choice. Although she already have a range dps in her Priest, without the best gear in the game, it is hard for a Priest to outdamage pure range dps, even with her personal stat bonus. However, since Mages and Elementors are both cloth caster types damage dealers, then when a good gear drops from a boss, it can be used for both her Priest and her Mage/Elementor. Extra time spend farming gear for her alt isn’t necessary.
In Leviene’s point of view, extra time spend farming isn’t so bad. She gets lots of drops. And gold. Can’t forget the gold. The drops can also be sold for gold.
Dying is annoying. In Dark Drake Kingdom, if players dies, then they lose a percentage of gold they carry on themselves, lose a certain amount of experiences with the possibility of deleveling, waste time running back to their corpse, and there is a small probability of losing their gear equipped on the player.
The last possibility piss Leviene off to no end. There was a ring in Dark Drake Kingdom called [Bran’s Pure Love Engagement Ring]. Cheesy name, but the stats were amazing. It was one of the best rings in the game at the time for healers. Leviene spend 6 hours a day, 7 days a weeks for month raiding Slithering Drake’s Labyrinth for the ring. She was very elated when it finally dropped.
Everyone in the guild breath a sigh a relief. They can finally quit going to the forsaking p.o.s. place. In fact, Slithering Drake’s Labyrinth was a hellhole with high level mobs and poor drop rates for their already crappy gear. If [Bran’s Pure Love Engagement Ring] didn’t drop from there, then no one will willing set foot in there.
Then Leviene was killed on day farming and the stupid ring was looted off her dead corpse. Leviene cried to her guild.
Every freaking day for a week, Slaughter guild members hunted down and killed the player responsible and their guild members. Leviene had conscripted her family into her party for a farm fest. The guild can hardly conduct a raid with all the leaders indisposed, so they had idle time, which they used to kill off the ‘slimy thief and the slimy guild’. It was that or take their leader’s place in the dungeon. Slaughter guild members killed those bastard like there was no tomorrow.
The thievery force Leviene to pay attention to her survivability. Dying is a no no. Best way to avoid dying → don’t let the enemy see you → stealth!
So Assassin class it is.
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