“Nothing’s happening.” He complained to the Old Tree. He had been instructed to rest his hand on the bark and concentrate. On what kind of concentration that the tree was pertaining to ... he wasn’t too sure about it.

“You must concentrate your consciousness, Summoned One.” The tree persisted for the third time. “You can do it.”

“All right.” It’s hard for him to concentrate with his naked arse out in open. Thankfully, he inspected the tree and he believes the tree doesn’t have eyes to see anything.

No. He hopes the Senile Tree don’t see anything. What was interesting was he didn’t see any mouth or ears of any kind while conversing with the tree. It would be most likely the Old Tree must be communicating with him telepathically.

He closed his eyes, he tried to do it once again. The creases of his eyebrows deepened as he concentrated on the bark.

A minute or two passed, he felt little lingering sparks on the tip of hands.

“PIIIIING~”

Zoartian Ancient Magic Accessed

Travel | Stat Upgrade |

“I did it!” he rejoiced.

“Good, Summoned One.” The tree lighthearted said.

“Thanks, Old Tree!” He said warming-up on the tree. It had been helpful to him. Now, he can get out of this place.

He smiled at the tree and looked back at the floating monitor.

“Travel.”

Please select where you wish to travel:

1. Zoartian Summoning Pit 2. Treasure Room 3. Zoartian Castle Entrance

“Throne Room” he commanded.

The Bark glowed and the spasms of sparks on his hand increased. His body felt light for a moment. His feet were no longer in touch with the ground. Then, seconds later the gravity seemed to pull him back unto a concrete.

When the light on the bark subsided, he discerned something was different. The stench of iron protruded in the air. He looked up and the tree was different. It has the same orange-brown burnt leaves, but it was smaller than the Old Tree.

He turned behind him. The place he was was changed; gone was the Magnificent Room full of Statues and replaced by a mirrored hallway. In the center, there was a large elongated pool.

The Circular stained glass windows at the end of the hall gave light to the room. The vertical mirrors on each side of the wall reflects the giving the hallway natural light. Still, above him the ceiling still hid in the darkness. The natural light was not enough to lit the room in its entirety.

The stench of iron was in the air, but no equipment can be found anywhere.

“Was the Kingdom robbed?” His eyes wandered the Hallway; not even a sword on sight. He gave a long sigh. “I’ve been duped.”

He had anticipated a room full of gold with a magnificent dragon in it, a staple of Fantasy RPG games he had played before when he was a young child.

With heavy steps, he went to the pool. He kneeled at the edge and looked at his reflection.

The first thing he noticed was his eyes; it’s a color of silver. It was unnerving to look at. He was used with his brown eyes. His hair is longer than the one he had before. The tip of his ears are elongated with tipped at the end.

“An Elf?” he stopped. Above his head was an inscription of “Unnamed Lvl 1”. Turning his on the left side the inscription and the"Unnamed Lvl 1" followed, like someone firmly placed it above him.

This cemented the fact that he was now in a far different world.

He tested the waters. It’s warm. He slowly descended his body into the water and started cleaning himself. The yellowish fluid slide off his body, his pale complexion appearing. The warm water made a pleasant soft rippling sound and the right temperature soothed his aching muscles. He rested his arms on the edge of the pool.

It was peaceful indeed, the soft ripples of the water can only be heard.

“Maximize. Sounds On. Minimize.” A soft guitar was playing.

This is life. The only missing is a bottle of ice cold beer, he thought.

His ears twitched. There was something sticky was crawling. He looked up where the sound was coming from.

“THUD!!”

The water splashed everywhere making a mist that clouded his vision. His head slowly moved forwards, with his eyes unblinking intently on the shadow taking shape on the mist near him. His body on full alert.

When the mist surrounding subsided, a ginormous spider with an upper human form appeared. Its claws gleamed against the lights of the room.

His mind blanked, eyes continuously stared at the sight of the Monster.

A sound of numerous creaks when the right leg started to move forward. The creepy creaking sounds increased his heart rate. His fast breaths can be heard.

The large ripples of the water came to him, nudged his skin every slowly- awakened him up from his trance.

When the Giant Spider moved its human hands forward, fixing its hair. He glimpsed the thousands of irregular sized spider eyes on the human face before its long hair hides the abominable sight again.

“Ahhhhhhh!” He screamed out loud at the hideous sight.

The gigantic spiders’ other legs followed suit going its body way to him

He started to get out the pool, ran away fast from the monster.

He was near the Tree when the slippery goop on the floor made him fall.

“Please don’t hurt me!” He stretched his arms in front of him, shielding himself to any attacks. But none came. He peeked a little between his arms to see the Spider. He could see it more clearly now. The upper human body was wearing a top hat and a tuxedo.

It has a rope on two of its spider legs, outstretched its length in front of him.

It’s going to tie me up! He closed his eyes. And loudly squeaked when he the spider picked him up by his hips. Its hairy legs made him shudder.

“HEEEELP! MOOOOOM!” He shouted.

A sound like a mini canon was heard. And, they took off. His body shivered against the cold air.

The spider stopped.

He slowly opened his eyes, it was dark. A shining dangling sword caught his eyes. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the sword’s handle was attached in a shiny spider silk. He immediately looked around; numerous equipment was found dangling throughout the intricate spider web. In the middle of it all was a mountain of gold coins made the web stretched and dipped at the center.

The Giant Spider traveled through the webs and started picking things.

He tried to get up but there was something stuck on his back. The creaking sound was near him again.

He felt the spider claws grabbed his head and wrist. The world was suddenly spinning.

Then, his heart fell when he his body made a free fall, this time the cold air wasn’t so chilled anymore.

A huge thud was heard. And mist filled the room once again.

Everything still rotated around him. The dizziness wanted to make him puke.

The double vision ended slowly, merged into one. A small bluish monitor pop up in front of him.

“The Zoartian Treasure Keeper.”

An Adorable Monster who is tasked to choose armor and dresses any Zoart Citizen depending on their respective levels. Part time: Modiste. He dreams to be the very best armor maker there ever was.

P.S. Please keep out outsider from the Treasure Room or my baby will kill them. This Post script is written specially for YOU Landon.

He looked at his body, now clad with black rob. His mind still absorbing what happened.

The human part of the spider grasped his left hand and put a pouch on it. One of its spider legs went for his chin and closed his mouth which he didn’t noticed was open.

It started wiggling its claws.

Words went through his head. “I mean no harm…. I hope you enjoy…. the armor I picked for you. Just go …here when you need equipment… change.”

Two of its claws shaped into a heart sign and a word came to his mind.

“…Goodluck…”

The Spider held into its top hat and bowed. It’s back legs slowly body slowly moved backwards while facing him. Its body skillfully glided backwards. Its body spun around and tip its top hat.

A sound of mini canon was shot.

A single spider silk from its tails and in the darkest parts of the ceiling formed. It ascended fast towards the ceiling with its upper human body posed, still tipping its top hat.

“A Giant Spider just moonwalked.” His eyes still looking towards the ceiling even though the spider was nowhere in sight. “I'm outta here.” He felt tired than ever was.

He immediately trudging his way to the Tree; the sound of jiggling coins echoed throughout the room.

“Travel. Zoartian Castle Entrance.” He pleaded. The glowing light absorbed him.