《System Tournament》9: Clara 3
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After obtaining our classes, our life has been further changed. This time though, it’s a good and long-awaited change. We went from being constantly on edge and weak to a simili of a working tribe. Andrew Miller, the ex-soldier-turned-cook short man, and another woman started handling our food.
The food was hunted by a part of the soldiers and a middle-aged woman stripped the deer-like creatures they brought back. She apparently liked big-game hunting before all this and was granted the Skinning skill at the start.
The rest of us aren’t really useful, we just gather woods for the camp and try not to be under the soldier’s feet.
If it’s possible to find wood or even hunt deers, it’s because we started moving towards the forest in the north. We are still in the outskirts even after 5 days of walking during the day and camping at night. The forest is really much bigger than what it was before. The flora didn’t really change much but the fauna did.
If I don’t straight up call the creatures we have been eating during all this time deers, it’s because instead of normal antlers, they got metal, sharp ones. Just enough for Paul to take interest in them and use them as his “swords”.
It’s nothing much, but it’s still better than the previous pole he used. He told us they were called Antals and they’re all level one and give only Beast Aspect going by their kill notifications. However, he told us the Beast part came under the Form entry and not the Aspect one.
Paul has been hunting with the other soldiers, but Jeremy was always with us, telling us as a Brawler he couldn’t really fight animals well.
And me? I’m just here, writing in my diary like now. At first, I planned on writing just to calm down and think back on what happened, using the book as it was intended. But in the end, I started writing lyrics as they came, witnessing other’s achievements.
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I’m in no way an expert in music, but I dabbled a bit in there, and even wrote some notes here and there. And this enterprise bore fruit:
Congratulations! Due to special actions, you have been awarded the Musical Creation (Uncommon) Lv1 skill.
It went up to level 8 and my Idol’s Charisma skill reached 16, letting me finish my Trainee Idol path. This made a new message appears before my eyes:
Congratulations! Your Idol’s Charisma path is giving you +5 Control, +2 Intelligence. You now get +2 Control per level.
And after this sweet message, I got a new skill:
Congratulations! Due to special actions, you have been awarded the Magical Singing (Rare) Lv1 skill.
When I saw the name, I directly thought I might be able to now use my voice to attack or maybe at least help the others, so I directly checked its effect.
Magical Singing: You now sing more accurately. Your singing can charm people.
Not exactly what I expected, but the charming effect might be able to help me in a pinch. Maybe it can even charm monsters, making them stop in their tracks. I could also use it to make people protect me.
Now, thanks to all that, I might be able to actually sing one of the songs I wrote inside this tiny book…
Steeling my resolve, I march towards the campfire, take a small twig and look around me. Captain Hertz, Jeremy and Paul are also there, talking about whatever plan they have for coming into this forest and continuing further. The rest of the group is a bit further away, but not too far away for them not to hear me. I start tapping the twig on the ground in rhythm with the first song I wrote and just finished some minutes earlier.
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“Save me, before I break; Crippled by anxiety, lost in my survival; Save me before I fall; Save me from this outbreak.” I start singing a sad tune.
Jeremy and the rest stop talking and turn towards me. Paul nods and Captain Hertz smiles nostalgically upon hearing some of the lyrics, based on him and how he saved me.
The soldiers start humming a bit my song, the civilians tap their feets on rhythm, and the rest of the evening around the campfire went by with singing, humming, tapping feet and some quiet conversations.
It was the first time we passed such an agreeable evening, even with the sad and tragic side most of my songs carried. And the System wasn’t fazed by such endeavors and continued doing its job.
Congratulations! Your Magical Singing skill is now Lv2.
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Congratulations! Your Magical SInging skill is now Lv6.
Congratulations! Your Idol’s Charisma skill is now Lv18.
…
The next day, early in the morning, we departed yet again, but now rid off of a tenseness and gloom we didn’t quite notice before. This night was really beneficial to all of us.
Our destination was still further north, the group of first second levels being the same as the one talking next to the campfire yesterday, talked about checking on the Social Studies Campus. They hope the change wasn’t too catastrophic over there, but I doubt so, seeing what happened to our town.
Since nothing much happens in this godforsaken forest, I decide checking on my available paths
You currently have 3 CP.
Choose your path
Basic Human (5)
Oh! Okay, I guess if I don’t get any new path when I reach 5 CP, I’ll take Basic Human. Now, what does my stats look like, after this considerable buff from my first cleared path?
Health:
40/40 (+2.80/h)
Stamina:
35/40 (+1.14/min)
Mana:
Identity
Name:
Clara Therault
Age:
32
Sex:
Class:
Idol
Lv1
Human
Stats
Strength
4
Agility
4
Perception
6
Intelligence
8
Control
Constitution
4
Endurance
4
Dexterity
5
Concentration
7
Aspects
Form
Skills:
Idol’s Charisma (U) Lv18; Low Kick (C) Lv3; Musical Creation (U) Lv5; Magical Singing (R) Lv6
Paths:
Trainee Idol
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