“The Lord of Dorskovu wanted us to deal with you!”

“The Lord himself? How strange. Why would he tell you personally?”

“He wanted to teach you a lesson!”

“With bandits? How stupid is he?”

“He is just a measly brat of twelve years old and inherited the position. He only kept the position thanks to his amazing Skill!”

“That reminds me, don’t you guys have Skills and Spells?”

“We inherit a technique from each of our parents and get a special one of our own. Whichever technique we use the most at the time of, uh…”

“I understand.”

“Yeah, at that time, that technique is passed on. Most of us come from simple families who use Farming or Fishing Skills. We’d be lucky to even receive the lowest rank combat Skill.”

“So every one of you guys start with three? What are the most common of techniques? Can you not use them to fight?”

“I’m sorry, Boss, but we aren’t like you and possess three combat Skills from birth.”

“Oh, I earned Rush, I had started with Find Ore, a Mining Spell.”

At those words, all the men, regardless of if they were tending to their wounds, stopped what they were doing and stared dumbfounded.

“You have defeated a Beast?!”

“Yeah, why?”

“No wonder you are so strong! Beasts all carry one Skill from their creation. Once they get stronger, they gain more techniques. Maybe even Spells!”

“So my friends also received some Spells because of that?”

“Your friends?! Then there are more powerful hunters?!”

“Well, I killed it mostly by myself, they distracted it. But they did receive a Spell each.”

The bandit leader was stuck there, having an internal debate with himself. Evil took this time to speak a little more about what needs to be done.

“So maybe you guys should stop the bandit stuff. Maybe become mercenaries instead.”

“But we don’t even have any combat Skills!”

“Then why do this in the first place? You’re only asking for people to kill you in retaliation.”

“But we don’t kill anybody, since we don’t want the knights to hunt us down!”

“So why do you steal?”

“To get money.”

“Why do you need money?”

“To live off of.”

“And what do you need to live?”

“Food, water, and shel…ter…”

The two had been firing off answers and questions at each other, but understanding finally arrived for the leader as he noticed they were chasing the wrong thing.

“You understand that you don’t need money. You don’t need booze or women. But once you figure out food, water, and shelter, then you can work on the other stuff. By the way, how do other guys get fame, money, and women?”

“By being strong.”

“Exactly. They show off their strengths to the best of their ability.”

“So what do we do?”

“Turn yourselves in”

“But”

“Then you when you get out, work on the Skills you do have and make them awesome.”

“But the Skills I have are Yell, Throw, and my own Skill, Flip. I have no idea how those would work.”

“Yell probably disorients your enemies and raises the morale of your allies, while Throw is meant to be used with spears or rocks. I don’t know what Flip could do.”

The leader walked over to the rock he and his men came out from behind of, which was as big as a house. He put his hands under it and cried out,

“Flip!”

The rock was hurled in the air about five feet off the ground as the rock spun in midair before falling back down.

“Try sticking your fingers into the ground and doing it.”

“Huh? Okay, but let me wait for the cool down.”

After about six seconds, He dug his hands into the ground and tried again. For some reason, a square of dirt about 5 feet by 5 feet was flipped into the air. It came back down with a muffled thud.

Now everyone of the bandits were staring at their leader with wide eyes as Evil stood off to the side with his arms crossed as he was nodding his head.

“I thought it might actually be a Spell. It looked as if you didn’t use any physical exertion before. I wonder what else you can flip.”

The bandit leader was staring at his own hands as he was too amazed by his own actions. He had had this skill for so long and didn’t know how to use it. Imagine the very floor you’re standing on to just flip!

Evil and the bandits walked to the nearby campsite and talked about how their Skills could be used. Two other people ended up having Spells, a tall lanky man who had Slap, which could slap something as long as it is within 10 feet, and a short chubby man, bigger than Evil, who had the Scare Spell.

This was actually a very dangerous Spell as it wasn’t a targeting Spell like Sherry Potter’s Embers Bloom, but an area of effect Spell which scared anyone within the vicinity of 5 feet. Although that might change with time.

When he tried it out, all the men in the zone were sweating buckets and one even messed himself. It was a good thing Evil had decent Resistance.

Evil shared some of his food with the bandits as they decided to atone for their actions. But they couldn’t do it while the young Lord, Darian, was still in power. Otherwise they would be beheaded. They decided to practice some more and waiting for things to die down. Evil said he was going to head to the Coliseum, and asked what he would have to do to take Darian’s spot.

“You will have to amass at least 100 Gold Coins, or 1 Platinum Coin. That is the price of the city. And you must also defeat 10 floors in the Tower and become recognized in the Coliseum.”

“That’s a lot. How come you know so much?”

“Because we all wanted to be Warriors of the Coliseum.”

All the members began nodding their heads.

“Why don’t we travel together? Maybe if you guys compete in the Tower, you can clear your name?”

“We would if we could, but we aren’t strong.”

“Then we’ll train along the way. That way, we have something to do while traveling. Sure, the travel time will take longer, but who cares? Besides, with you guys watching my back, I will feel a lot safer.”

The members were all surprised. This guy had beaten them within an inch of their lives, got them to spill the beans on who sent them, convince them to turn themselves in, and then take them under his wing. How crazy was this guy? Or was he actually a genius?

“Okay guys, wait for me. I will be back by morning.”

After logging off, Evil Ginger checked the forums and saw nothing too impressive. So he decided to leave another couple of helpful threads. One such thread that night, which had become one of the top threads so far, was titled “Maximum Charm, The Power Of Talking” by user Evil Ginger.

Evil Ginger: Hello guys, just thought I would post a little story about my adventure today. Met some bandits and chose not to kill them. Now we are sitting around a fire and I convinced them to work under me and become mercs. Violence isn’t always the answer, as some of these guys had Skills and Spells they didn’t even know how to use appropriately. But they were amazing! Just keep that in mind next time.

Cokopufu: ginger is master race +10 charisma godly silvertongue

DemeritFerret: lol does this mean I can be a bandit chief?

Mansion Masher: Naw, this is the companion system. It’s just Evil is too much. Evil Ginger might become king.

ChunkyCh33s3: All Hail King Ginger!

Evil Ginger: @ChunkyCh33s3 Yes, join my army of soulless soldiers as we storm the lands taking all by surprise! lol

SoopaDoopa: the first Miner King.

Evil Ginger: BTW, just thought this info might be cool because then you could essentially raise an ally.

DemeritFerret: O_O This changes everything

Mansion Masher: what other kind of information could possibly top this?!

Evil Ginger: P.S. make babies and then build the ultimate warrior or mage. more info here https://genesis/forums/inheritance­system

Mansion Masher: Oh god! I was wrong!

And on the night went.