《(Dropped) Crown of the martyr and martyr of the Crown.》The first trial (03-01)
Advertisement
Irwyn stood upright in front of the giant crystal, its green lustre colouring his face. The thing In front of him was the so-called 'Trial dungeon', albeit the name was misleading. It was, in fact, a Logos artifact of immense power which could create, maintain, and reshape the illusionary realms in which those trials took place. It was something fundamental for the societies all around the prime material plane as well as the rest of the vast universe. Without this thing it would be impossible to properly advance the classes that Logos provided.
"When will we head in?" Elizabeth chimed from behind. They had just entered the chamber that the Blackburg family had built around the crystal. The advancement trial was something that no one with ambition could possibly avoid, and collecting fees for accessing said trials was extraordinarily profitable. In the past when Irwyn had poorer backgrounds he often had to sign unreasonable contracts to access the trials, though his soul was thankfully very difficult to bind through mortal means.
"Right away, however, we first must take care of something," he turned around to look at the girl who has grown a lot in the last few years. They had both started puberty recently, the time when the human body underwent natural metamorphosis, and that was also the ideal time to accomplish their first advancement. Any sooner and he would risk hindering the natural growth of their bodies, but any later and the effect of their catalyst would be significantly lowered. Speaking of the catalyst, with a flick of his hand Irwyn took a sizable box out of his storage ring. Since he kept the existence of that ring a secret Elizabeth immediately became rather wide-eyed, however, didn’t demand an explanation.
“Take one,” Irwyn smiled as he opened the box revealing two fiery red fruits, “Swallow it in one gulp, no biting,” he commanded and Elizabeth followed his instructions. He had to pay quite the price for those two plums. Originally he tasked the Brinewood family with obtaining them catalysts for him back when he first met Elizabeth, however, the crumbling family managed to get the ship that was delivering them looted by pirates. Moreover, the raiders were careful enough that Irwyn couldn’t quite find their hideout without borrowing Avys’ network. At that point he concluded that it would be cheaper to just buy the catalysts back through a middleman than to owe Avys a favour.
“Gulp,” Elizabeth swallowed the fruit in one breath, and Irwyn followed suit. He immediately felt as though living flames rolled down his throat as a scorching sensasion slowly fell towards his stomach, “Bear it!” Irwyn pronounced to the vermillion faced Elizabeth who was no doubt experiencing something similar. Her eyes widened for a split second before she resolutely nodded. Soon enough the sensation fully entered Irwyn’s stomach and became pleasantly warm rather than searing. That warmth swiftly spread through Irwyn’s veins and intergrated itself into his body. He felt some pain in his internal wounds for a few seconds before all those sensations completely vanished.
Advertisement
“So this is what a catalyst feels like,” Elizabeth exclaimed. Although Irwyn never mentioned that what he gave her was a catalyst she was smart enough to figure something like that out on her own.
“Yes, I managed to get my hands on 2 catalysts surpassing even the first rate ones,” Irwyn confirmed, “The power lies dormant within our bodies for now, however, it will be integrated when we advance into the second tier,” he also explained.
“In that case we should head in, right?” she glanced at the intimidating crystal in front of them. Her eyes did not properly hide her excitement. Although the difference between the first and second tier was not as vast it was understandable that Elizabeth would be filled with an eerie anticipation. Despite everything, she was undoubtedly still a child.
“Yes,” Irwyn nodded and offered her his hand, “Hold on tight.”
As soon as Elizabeth grabbed onto him, Irwyn reached out with his second hand and touched the crystal. The moment they made contact Irwyn felt something enter his body and cling to his soul, like a tentrill which attached itself onto him. And through that connection messages began to flash in front of his eyes.
[Initiate trial?]
[Input confirmed. Confirming suitability.]
[All conditions met. Choose the trial type out of the following options: Trial of Destruction; Trial of Salvation; Trial of Creation]
[Choice confirmed. Initiating the challenge calculation for the trial of Destruction]
[Number of participants: 2 (*2); Tier: 1 (*10^1); Total of active levels: 60 (+60); Hidden (Meeting of fate multiplier) (*10^1); Keystones: 1 (+10^1); Base challenge value (+10)]
[Equation: (60+10+10)*10*10*2= x]
[Result: 16,000]
[The rewards will be calculated based on the challenge rating upon completion]
[Randomly choosing a challenge type…]
[Overwritten by skill Overseer]
[Challenge type set: The domain of endless conflict]
[Initiating transportation]
Those messages flashed in front of Irwyn in just a few seconds before a blinding light completely enveloped the room. When Irwyn eventually recovered his vision he was no longer standing next to the crystal. Instead in front of him appeared vast open plains. The verdant grass was, however, mostly buried beneath mountains of corpses as countless greatswords and spears pierced the ground as though they were the real vegetation of this brutal domain.
“They are charging again!” a stern yell sounded from behind Irwyn, “All men, get into formation!”
[Welcome to The domain of endless conflict]
[Trial objective: Assist the Gilded army of Aurelio in defeating the Forsaken legion of Halamar]
[Success condition: The Gilded army of Aurelio achieves victory]
[Bonus objectives: Distinguish yourself through extraordinary exploits - repeatable]
“Mages and bowmen! Get ready!” the same voice as before sounded just as hooves sounded from not afar. A cloud of dust rose in the distance and in mere moments a charging heavy cavalry was revealed. It appears as though darkness itself was assaulting them, as each of the knights wore pitch-black armour which completely covered their features as well as wielding ebony spears, and riding dark steeds.
Advertisement
Irwyn briefly glanced behind him where Elizabeth stood, still grasping his hand, and nodded. He had naturally explained beforehand what was to come. Without further hesitation, they let go of each other and began to muster mana. The objective was straightforward and simple after all.
“Steady!” the commanding voice instructed to hold their fire as the cavalry drew closer and closer. Meanwhile, Irwyn put great effort into constructing the most destructive spell he could.
“Steady!” the racket of the hooves drew nearer and nearer each second. The thick atmosphere was almost tangible as the Gilded army awaited in formation. Lines of spearman awaited the charge with their weapons raised while the casters and archers awaited the order to launch their might.
“FIRE!” the command finally came just when the hooves were about to overpower what sound a voice could manage. Immediately a barrage of arrows swallowed the sky, devouring the light of the sun. In that moment of darkness brilliant lights glittered all around Irwyn as numerous spells chased after the rain of quills, Irwyn’s and Elizabeth’s included.
Irwyn summoned a giant serpent of flames flowing like a liquid. Its distinct scales glittered as the mighty spell spiralled through the air, ready to crush all who dared block its march. Meanwhile, Elizabeth created an enormous burning spear of likewise liquid flames which contained enormous explosive potential.
The black knights were scattered like smoke when the arrows hit them. The front rows instantly fell apart under the relentless valley, and those who survived the tidal wave of arrows were smitten by rampaging magic of all elements. Yet despite the obviously tremendous loses the cavalry seemed to be infinite in number as 2 knights took the place of each fallen. Even the huge chunk blown away by Elizabeth’s spear was filled back up in an instant, and even Irwyn’s serpent was not able to slaughter through the ranks fast enough.
“Fire at will!” the commander screamed, even infusing some magic to make his words audible. As the last syllable rang Irwyn had already released another spell. Focusing on mass destruction he was tossing one destructive pyroblast after another while carefully maintaining his original spell. It was perhaps thanks to his contribution that the enemies charging in his area of effect were significantly further away from the Gilded army’s front lines. However, a collision was still inevitable.
Deafening clangs and blood-curdling screams joined the rampaging hooves as the first knight charged into the raised spears. After the first contact all hell broke loose as one black horseman after another rushed to their death. The first few were stopped, then the next dozen were hindered, and then the rest completely broke through.
Behind the spearman was common infantry armed with short spears, and swords of various sizes. Their ability to stop the reckless charge was significantly lower than the frontline of spearmen, so despite the constant support of magic and arrows the black horde pierced deeper and deeper into the formation.
“Do not take a single step back!” the familiar voice once again sounded as a tidal wave of magic swept through the ranks. Irwyn felt his muscles become filled with the might to bend steel and shatter rocks as comfortable feeling spread through his entire being. He was naturally not the only one who felt that effect as the surrounding soldiers seemed to regain their vigour, halting the relentless advance of the black knights through sheer stubbornness. Now that the charge’s momentum was stopped the knights were suddenly out of position as only certain segments of the spearwall fell, and now those who had charged through the gaps were surrounded, their allies blocking the only path of retreat. Unable to properly use their spears they were promptly massacred. During all this Irwyn was continuously flinging one spell after another, barely keeping the enemy at bay. Although he was extremely powerful for someone in the 1st tier the challenge rating calculated for this trial was ridiculously high. It, in fact, rivalled a hard score for the second tier, so he naturally struggled quite a bit. He was not in much danger, that is the reason why he always chose the Domain of endless conflict as his first trial after all, but he was not in a state which would afford leisure.
“They are retreating! Kill as many as you can!” another command came, and indeed, the seemingly endless horde had finally decided to cut their losses and flee. The morale soared when the soldiers of the Gilded army saw the assault relent. The infantry struck down those who did not turn around in time while mages and archers rained death upon the retreating foes.
[Bonus objective completed]
A message blinked in front of Irwyn’s eyes as the black knights ran out of range. As soon as the sound of hooves vanished a furious roar shook the skies
“AURELIO!”
Advertisement
Valkyrie's Shadow
In the wake of the Battle of Katze Plains, the banner of Ainz Ooal Gown flies proudly over the city of E-Rantel. The Sorcerous Kingdom has entered the world’s stage to the clamour of death and devastation; the surrounding nations fearfully prepare even as they reel from its calamitous debut. Within the borders of the newly annexed realm, its Human subjects cower in their homes as the Undead openly walk the streets and stalk the lands. Yet, when a destitute noble finds herself under the auspices of an unlikely benefactor, events are set into motion that will resound over the world for ages to come. A kingdom builder based on the events and setting of Kugane Maruyama’s Overlord. In a fantasy world where beings of matchless power are transmigrated from the arbitrary existence of a game, Valkyrie’s Shadow chronicles the lives of the natives whose reality has been turned upside down by their advent. It is the tale of a nation created by the whims of a supreme sovereign, and his unstoppable servants who each have their own, often twisted, interpretations of their Master’s Will. There is no victory in strength; no miracles wrought from magic that will save them: only the inexorable advance of a new world order where those who secure a place of service within will find themselves turned against the world that they once knew. [Slow buildup. Methodical storytelling with a focus on well-rounded kingdom building and character development.]
8 402Age of Avarice
Earth finds itself on the cusp of a new age. Technology has ingrained itself into daily life like never before, and soon, it will allow humans to transcend the boundaries of space and time to enter a new world. Well, a new digital world that is. Age of Avarice is hailed as the world's first truly immersive VRMMORPG. And the denizens of The Shattered Realm similarly find themselves entering a new era as they begin to explore the Abyssal Sea in search of lost land, knowledge, and most importantly -- wealth. Sirius is a young man who has followed the development of this game for the past year-and-a-half and the long-awaited launch day has finally arrived. He enters the game, not for fortune or fame, but to simply make a living doing what he loves. However, he quickly realizes that Age of Avarice is much more than he bargained for... -Updates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday- Cover Art is not my own and will take it down upon request
8 133Natural Alchemist
Will is poor. This is a fact he does not like about himself. Even back at his home village he was considered poor, but poor in the big city means something completely different than poor in a small village... It means ten hour days of hard manual labor with barely enough money to survive, and poor living conditions. He's sick of it, and desperate for change. Perhaps that was what made him decide to spend such a large portion of his savings on a mysterious potion from that beggar... That, and it seemed so special when he held it. But ever since that day, he's been having the strangest dreams... And the work is really starting to take a toll on his body... Author's Note: I wasn't sure which mature content warnings I should put on this novel, as I'm pretty much pantsing the story. I'm putting them there mostly as a percaution, but also to not limit myself as to where the story can go. This is my first time writing and publishing anything substantial. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
8 82This Slimy Melting Heart
“Family, precious beyond all worth, right?” Elizabeth was promised the warmth of a family and sent into another world. What wasn’t promised was that she and her family would not be humans, but Monster Girls. Now, as a Slime Girl, she had to rediscover her place in the world. Fortunately, she had a family to help her go through everything. They would protect her from all harm, and she would do the same. Because of such, she was the perfect candidate, a Monster Girl, an Otherworlder—everything was waiting for her. --- The story has an element of Girl Love. Author's Note: update every four days. The cover is drawn by Abi_boge.
8 93The Dungeon System
A Curse goes wrong, a prophecy is mentioned, a dungeon core is created.
8 67The King's Queen
#7 in vampire #1 in queenThe world has gotten boring to him after living for many centuries, through many generations. He thought of it as a curse. His gift was anything but a gift, in his opinion. He loved killing people. He always has. He enjoyed seeing the life being drained out of them, quite literally. He always drank every last drop of their life essence, he didn't have mercy. Though he was the king there was something he could never have unlike others of his kind. A soulmate. He hadn't been turned or born from vampire parents. No, he was born a monster from human parents. The first of his kind. Why he was born like it, he didn't know. He didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to die already, since he had no mate to look forward to. He lived because he couldn't die, at least not physically. He had no reason to live, but many reasons to die and even though he tried many times by many methods, none of them suceeded. He staked himself, on multiple occasions. It felt like a needle piercing his skin. He hung himself. He didn't die, but he hung there, very much conscious.He went on the gillotine. It made his body dissapear and reappear in the same spot he was born in. He took his heart out. He grew one back. He bled out. His blood regenerated. He used silver stakes. They burned his flesh. He overdosed. It did nothing since drugs, alcohol and other dangerous things do absolutely nothing to him, except get him under the influence to a certain level. But none of them filled the emptiness in his heart. He just needed her. But all he got were unimportant girls he used and forgot about. He never felt anything for them. He couldn't. But then on that day while he was walking around a small town's forest, he felt the emptiness slowly being filled up a bit. He stood there in shock. He couldn't believe it. He almost cried of happiness, right then and there.He had her. He had a mate. His mate. His one and only mate. His Queen.
8 133