Short summary of the last chapter:

Spoiler :

Voice finally aged up to his actual age. He followed a mana signature to a river, and began reading the book that the god ??? gave him. He was transported to the realm of the Hermit Mirror.

The wind slice tore through Voice’s earth shield like it was nothing. He was hit squarely in the stomach. The wind blade seemed to stop itself after only grazing his skin. As Voice saw his bandages healing him, he wondered where Sol was.

I guess he can’t travel to this world with me.

Voice saw the group of beings start to circle him. After the beings had circled him one stepped forward. He made a small gesture with his left hand, and suddenly the wind coating his body dispelled. It was as if an illusion had been lifted. Voice could make out this beings features.

They still looked different than most humanoids, but only because of the white shining wings, and the devil likes twin tails. The being had small horns, and gave off a glowing white aura.

The being that stepped forward lifted his hands in the air. A second later a short sword and a medium sized shield flew into his outstretched palms. He equipped them faster than Voice thought possible. HE held the shield in his hand instead of attached to his arm. The short sword was like any other, but the handle could accommodate the length of two hands. The man spoke in Ancient Elven, with a voice as airy as the wind.

“You have opened our master’s tome. You must defeat one of our warriors before you are allowed to learn his magic. My name is Mavlos, we will battle now.” The angle/devil thing bowed. While bowing it looked straight at Voice. Voice bowed as well, not wanting to offend the thing. Voice saw that the man was level 19 as well. He had a wind aura that formed a nearly perfect sphere around his body.

As they both finished bowing the thing raised its sword and charged Voice. Voice took out his staff, used Sense, and blocked the strike. Mavlos used a shield bash and threw Voice a dozen feet in the air. Voice took this opportunity to stand up, and start giving his shoes mana. He gave them just enough to keep him from descending.

Seeing this Mavlos smiled. It was a smile of someone that just found a new plaything. He came at Voice faster than Voice could see. If he didn’t still have three uses of Sense left he would have received a deadly hit.

As it was he managed to duck under the slash, and rap Mavlos on the shins. Mavlos roared at being hit. He swung his sword to where Voice had moved, intending on killing the swine.

Voice had already stopped giving mana to his shoes. He dropped like a rock towards the ground. Mavlos disappeared as he swooped down towards Voice. Voice fed mana to his shoes, and caused a large gust of wind to hit his back. He was propelled at an almost unbelievable speed.

Voice smiled, he had already figured out the high speed ability Mavlos seemed to have. He would just push himself with a very accurate wind. Voice didn’t know how he got a spell like that, but he wanted it. Voice could propel himself ahead, or in any direction, but not with the insane speed or accuracy that Mavlos had. Mavlos charged again, again Voice dodged. This time Voice sent himself upwards.

They continued playing this game of chase until Voice was almost out of mana. Voice had pushed himself up, and away from the other group, the entire battle. Whenever Mavlos would charge for an attack Voice would just send himself higher, and further away.

When Voice was almost out of mana he shot towards the ground. He was falling for nearly half a minute. When Voice saw that he was close he sent several large updrafts to slow his descent. He could have used his shoes, but he was afraid he might actually break his legs.

When Voice landed he saw Mavlos already charging him on the ground. Voice prepared his staff. Mavlos struck at Voice’s left shoulder. Voice spun the butt of his staff to his right side, causing the sword to swing harmlessly above his head.

Voice took the opportunity to do a leg sweep on Mavlos. He continued the arc of his staff and hit Mavlos’ ankles. Mavlos was thrown off balance, but caught himself. He had used wind magic to push his back forward, thus stopping the fall. Voice jabbed at his head while he still had the advantage.

Mavlos easily blocked the blow by raising his shield. As he did though Voice sent a concentrated blast of wind down his hand, thus down his staff. Mavlos was blown back several feet. He stared angrily at Voice, as if asking how he had the audacity to use wind magic.

Voice smiled in return, taunting the man to battle. As Mavlos approached Voice was struck with an interesting idea. He blew out slightly in his mouth. Blowing harder he sent his wind magic to work. He created a ten foot cone of wind from his mouth. Even as the wind formed Voice used his Roar ability.

Mavlos turned rigid. Once five seconds had passed Voice went over and hit Mavlos on the back of the neck, hard. As soon as his staff made contact the paralysis effect wore off. Voice pushed himself backwards with his wind magic.

The air around Mavlos started swirling. It seemed as though he was drawing power from the air. As the air coalesced onto Mavlos’ skin Voice noticed his body get almost the same look it had at the beginning. The only difference was that Voice could still see his body. Mavlos had wind trails all along his body.

The man stalked towards Voice. Voice could see that he had screwed up. He heard someone in front of him yell stop. It was far louder than it needed to be. He glanced past Mavlos, only to see several small dots rapidly closing the distance. I guess they used wind magic to enhance their voices as well.

Mavlos didn’t heed the demand. He coated both his sword and shield with wind as he strode towards Voice. Voice was trying to recover mana, but it didn’t look as though Mavlos would let him. Thinking it was a little bit cheap Voice put 28 points of his unused stat points into int. He got a notice saying his mana affinity was now apprentice level.

He would not be out done. Voice unequipped his staff, and coated himself in his Phoenix Fire. Mavlos stopped his movement for a fraction of a second. Voice used that time to rush over the last few feet between them. He grabbed Mavlos in a bear hug.

Mavlos was caught off guard, and Voice was able to get a hold on him. The fire could only do 12.5 points of damage per second, but Voice would take whatever he could get. Voice let the flames consume all of his magic. Mavlos’ magical wind shield blew the flames away from his body.

Voice could only keep his magic up for a few second. When his magic was gone he leapt backwards, re-equipping his staff. Mavlos snarled at Voice, and jumped towards him.

Mavlos feinted towards Voice’s left side. Voice went to parry it, only to be hit in the ribs by a shield bash. Voice staggered backwards. He quickly got back into position. Voice jabbed at Mavlos’ head. Mavlos ducked and sent his shield into Voice’s staff. At the same moment he slashed at Voice with his sword.

Voice jumped backwards to avoid the sword, he pushed himself back with a strong gust of wind. He was lifted a few feet off the ground as he flew backwards. He sent a small gust of wind to his back to help position himself as he landed.

Mavlos wasn’t far behind, swinging his sword towards Voice’s legs. Voice scooped the sword up with his staff. Voice tried to encase Mavlos in a stone orb, but couldn’t quite understand the feeling of creating magic on someone else. He knew it was possible, and decided to work on that when he got out of this damndable book.

Mavlos struck at Voice’s stomach, Voice did the same to Mavlos. Unfortunately for Mavlos Voice’s reach was much further. He let out a grunt as Voice hit his target. Voice capitalized on this by swinging the tip of his staff in an arc and brining it down on Mavlos’ head.

With a loud clang Mavlos blocked Voice’s attack. Mavlos pushed himself up using wind. Voice started to send several consecutive stabs at Mavlos. Mavlos sent a few tendrils of wind to his shield, increasing its speed tremendously. He effortlessly blocked all of the jabs.

Once Voice made a small opening in his attacks Mavlos struck. He sent his own flurry of blows. He had enhanced his sword the same way as his shield, but Voice still managed to block it somehow.

Voice used some of the last of his stamina to use Sense when Mavlos started attacking. It was a good thing he did, Mavlos’ sword went far faster than it had before. Voice barely managed to block the first five strikes Mavlos sent his way.

When Voice was out of stamina he sent himself flying in the air again. He was going to make this a war of attrition. Voice only needed to outlast Mavlos’ health. Voice noted that his health bar had only barely visibly declined whenever Mavlos would get hit. Voice also noted that his health didn’t seem to regenerate.

Mavlos struck for Voice’s leg. Voice realized he wouldn’t have time to block, so he thrust his staff into Mavlos’ stomach again. This time though he added a wind as big as his current mana would allow. He blew Mavlos back a few yards. Mavlos jumped into the air and started diving toward Voice. A scream tore through Mavlos’ lips.

Voice launched himself into the air to avoid the attack. As soon as Voice launched himself in the air, both he and Mavlos were forced into prone positions on the ground. There were heavy gusts of wind keeping them from moving. The group that had been chasing them for a while had finally caught up.

The woman that was leading the group began to speak. Voice knew she was a woman since she dispelled the illusion spell. In Ancient Elven she said, “MAVLOS! You should be ashamed! Needing to use wind magic against an ELF .” Mavlos couldn’t retort, seeing as he was still face down on the cloud.

She continued, “And you elf ,” Voice felt his head forced in the direction of her face. “You intrude in our master’s realm, and then you have the AUDACITY to ignore the rules of combat!?” When Voice didn’t answer her face contorted in anger. “ANSWER ME!” She made her words even louder by adding them into a torrent of wind.

Voice managed to sound calm, even though he was trembling at the power she held. Her wind aura was so large it actually encompassed two nearby people. “No one told me the rules of combat. I would have gladly followed them had I been told. I came into this realm by reading a book one of the gods gave me.” At this point the wind people started to whisper hurriedly to each other, all except Mavlos and the woman. She waited for him to continue. “I followed a trail of wind mana to get here, then was attacked by a group of people by a wind slash. How was I supposed to figure out the rules of engagement from that?”

The woman seemed deep in thought. “Very well. You and Mavlos will both be healed. The rules are simple. No flying and no wind magic. Anything else is allowed.” Voice felt a warmth envelope his body. He was raised and roughly set down in a standing position. The group once again circled him and Mavlos.

Voice bowed again. Mavlos just yelled and charged. Voice coated himself in his Phoenix Fire just as Mavlos got to him. Voice attempted to get close to Mavlos. Mavlos slashed several times to keep the distance between them. Voice released his spell once he was at about half mana capacity. Voice quickly made a plan to bait out Mavlos’ attack.

He looked straight at Mavlos’ shins, and swung there. He swung his staff in a horizontal strike, going from his left to his right. Mavlos lowered his shield to stop the hit, and swung towards Voice’s head. Voice had already used Sense, so he knew what was going to happen. He changed the direction of his attack slightly. Just as Mavlos’ sword was about to hit his head he dashed forward. During the dash his staff struck the back side of Mavlos’ shield. Voice knew where Mavlos would strike so planned to use his own attack against him.

Voice thrust his staff backwards as hard as he could. Due to the swing Mavlos had just missed he was slightly off balance. When Voice applied the extra pressure to his shield he had two options. One was he could hold on to his shield and fall over prone, the other was to release his shield to deal with whatever Voice was planning. He chose the second option. Gripping his sword in both hands he turned around to block the strike he knew was coming.

He was met by Voice smiling. Voice taunted him, “You know, losing your shield in mid battle is never good.” Voice decided to do a charge of his own. Mavlos met this by running towards Voice.

Their weapons collided in flurry of blows. Mavlos would strike, Voice would block and counter. Mavlos would dodge or block and strike again. Mavlos struck at Voice’s head. Voice knocked the strike to the left with the top of his staff, and quickly reversed the butt of his staff. He stuck Mavlos in the ribs with a loud THWACK.

Mavlos slashed at Voice from the left. Voice gripped his staff in both hands and blocked the slice. He smiled and goaded Mavlos even more. “Come on man, you’re getting beaten by an elf .”

For some reason that sent Mavlos into a rage. Voice used Sense when he saw Mavlos go into this rage mode. He blocked every one of Mavlos’ quick and deadly strikes. Voice made sure to smile the entire time, just to piss Mavlos off even more. Every time he would uses his Sense for the fifth time he would use it again. This went on for several seconds. In those seconds Voice had used up almost all of his stamina.

Voice raised his staff as if to attack in a horizontal slash. Mavlos took the bait and raised his sword above his head. He rushed Voice. Voice put his left foot outside of Mavlos’ right foot (from Voice’s perspective). Right before their bodies touched Voice spun on his left foot, putting himself behind and facing Mavlos. Not one to lose such a perfect opportunity he activated Battle Rage. He figured that since he and Mavlos were both at full health the only way to get a decisive victory would be to drain a majority of Mavlos’ health in a quick manner.

What happened next was amazing, even Voice couldn’t predict such a preferable outcome. Voice struck the back of Mavlos’ neck with the top end of his staff. At the same moment he used Critical Hit. He did 250% damage to an already devastating attack. A loud crack could be heard as his staff connected. Voice didn’t stop there though.

He quickly sent the butt of his staff into Mavlos’ left ribcage by swinging to the right in a horizontal strike. Mavlos staggered as he received the attacks without being able to divert any of the damage. Voice followed that up by striking Mavlos’ head with a downward strike. Mavlos stumbled and started falling towards the floor.

Voice capitalized on this by using Consistent Fury. He stepped to the left of Mavlos’ body, and struck him repeatedly with his staff. Every time his staff swung down signaled another convulsion from Mavlos’ body.

Voice stood over the defeated body of Mavlos and struck him many, many times. When he had used up all of his stamina Battle Rage ended. He looked around and saw his handy work.

All of the wind people had forgotten to continue the spell of concealment. They all wore similar expressions of horror, and anger. Voice looked down. Mavlos was bloodied and broke. His body laying lifelessly on the cloud, a pool of blood pooled around his ribs and mouth.

Voice was slightly shocked at what he had done. He had hoped to win, but when Mavlos didn’t use wind magic he was pathetic. Voice took a step back from the body, unsure of what was about to happen. He didn’t know if these people had a warriors’ code, but he figured he was going to die now.

The leader came forward. “Well, for an elf you are quite powerful.” She gave him a look of less scorn now. “We had heard that the elves aligned themselves with various gods, and became weak because of it. It seems you are an exception.” She sighed. “Normally the victor would have a choice as to the reward of the battle.” Voice looked inquisitorially at her. She decided to elaborate. “Well, normally you would either ask to learn any or all of his abilities, gain all of his material possessions, or you would be allowed to take his life. Under normal circumstance one would not kill their opponent in battle.” She gave a meaningful look to Voice.

“Seeing as how you did though, you must be content with his possessions. He can’t teach you anymore, nor can you kill what is already dead.” Voice’s mind darted to his ring. He would much rather learn flight, or how to speed up his weapons, or super speed, than almost any material object.

Voice hesitantly whispered to the woman. “H-How do your people feel about dark magic?” She looked amused at his question. Seeing that he was serious she answered.

“All magic is accepted, we were never taught dark magic by our Master, but he uses it. Any magic is accepted in our society.”

Voice smiled. He pointed his hand with the ring at the fresh corpse. He activated the Cursed Ring Necrosis. Instead of it pulling man from his body he felt a sudden drop in health. Worried he looked at his health bar. Just activating the damn thing had cost 100 health! The ring never said anything about that!

The magic seeped over Mavlos’ body. Voice lost another to health. He was down to 151 because of the ring and Battle Rage. A screen popped up.

You have activated Complete Raise Undead. The body will be fully revived.

You have activated Complete Raise Undead through a cursed ring. Please indicate how much free will you wish for you undead to have.

*Note: If you give your undead 100% free will they will not be bound to you.

He chose 100%. Another window appeared.

Please select the conditions for revival. Once set these conditions cannot be changed.

Voice looked through a long list of options. Basically they were all things that restricted the undead. Is that really 100% freedom then? Whatever, let’s just get this over with.

He tried to not select any, but the screen wouldn’t let him proceed unless he did. He chose some arbitrary ones. He made it so Mavlos couldn’t practice deceit with Voice, and Mavlos couldn’t try to harm Voice in any way. That included getting others to harm him. Although he allowed Mavlos to let it happen, he just couldn’t help them.

You have used the Cursed Ring Necrosis. You must wait until midnight to use it again.

The magic started coiling around Mavlos after Voice hit accept. Mavlos’ body rose into the air. The crowd had gone deathly quiet during this entire process. The black smoke circled Mavlos after setting him on his feet. It eventually started going in a spiral towards his mouth. All of the smoke eventually made its way into Mavlos’ mouth.

As the final wisps of dark smoke disappeared into the dark reaches of Mavlos’ throat, Mavlos coughed. After only a few coughs he stood rigidly upright. Smoke started pouring out of his pores. When the smoke finally came to a stop Mavlos looked around.

His eyes locked with Voice’s. “You, you killed me. I felt myself leave my body. How exactly am I here?” Mavlos didn’t try to attack as Voice first expected.

Voice shrugged. “I brought you back to life. I wanted you to teach me your abilities.” Mavlos nodded. It seemed as though being beaten by Voice had cleared his head. “You are well within your rights to ask for that.” The group surrounding them started dispersing. It was tradition for the loser to teach the winner in privacy. Even though they wanted to know how this would play out they would uphold tradition.

After they left, Mavlos sighed. When he noticed Voice giving him a questioning look he answered. “My anger has always clouded my judgement. I have tried many ways to fix it, but I never could. It’s like something is inside of me, stopping me from seeing battles clearly.” He nodded. “Even though it was because I lost control, you did beat me. No maybe it was because of it.” He shook his head. He was quiet for a few minutes.

Just as Voice started to get impatient Mavlos spoke. “If you wish to learn my abilities I must examine you.” Voice nodded, so Mavlos closed his eyes and sent small tendrils of light mana towards Voice. While he was working he notice he had a notification icon in the upper left hand corner of his vision.

For repeated use of Sense while examining all of your surroundings you have created the skill Sensory Perception. Sensory Perception has taken the place of Sense. Sense has been deleted from your ability list.

Sensory Perception

Current Level: Novice Level 1 Exp 00.00%

This skill allows you to use your five senses to determine things at a higher level.

This skill is heavily dependent on the skills: Spot, Search, Listen, Track, and Taste. Ranks in these skills will dramatically increase your ability to use this skill.

Spot increases the amount of information you can deduce from seeing. Such as determining where a sword will land given its trajectory.

Search will increase the amount of information you can deduce through touch. Such as determining the material a sword is made of by touching its surface.

Listen will increase the amount of information you can deduce through sound. Such as determining the location of a person based on their breathing.

Track will increase the amount of information you can deduce through smell. Such as determining the location of a person from the sweat it gives off.

Taste will increase the amount of information you can deduce through tasting. Such as determining the exact ingredients that a stew is made of.

You have generated the skills Search, Track, and Taste from acquiring this skill.

This skill, and all generated skills, have been combined into the Group Skill: Inspect.

As soon as he got that notice his world exploded with information. His inspect had been giving him a steady flow of info, but now it was almost staggering. He could see large red lines covering Mavlos’ body. When he touched one he instinctively knew it was a weak spot. He also got pushed away by a concerned Mavlos.

Mavlos was a little bit worried. “Hey buddy, the agreement doesn’t include me .”

Voice blushed slightly at forgetting his surroundings. As he backed away he noticed the red lines started disappearing rapidly. He moved a little closer, and they returned a little.

Mavlos sighed again. He had not only been beaten by an elf, he had been beaten by an insane elf. He continued his inspection. When he was done he gave Voice a sad look.

“I can teach you my skills if you want, but you will not be able to use them.”

Voice thought Mavlos was trying to cheat him, but then remembered the stipulation he had given the ring. “Why not!? I can use wind magic!” Voice glared at Mavlos. He knew it wasn’t Mavlos’ fault, but it felt good to blame someone.

“I’m sorry. Your bones are too thick, you don’t have big enough lungs to help air push you from the inside, you could have overcome the lack of wings, but not with everything else included. Even your muscles aren’t trained in the right way.” Seeing Voice’s sad face Mavlos quickly tried to fix the situation. “BUT! But you might be able to if you train.” Voice perked up. “You notice how my people glide?” Voice nodded. “Well we have trained our bodies to catch the air when we want to, or streamline ourselves when we don’t. I could teach you for a few months and you would understand the basic concepts, but then you have to train your own body to be able to do it.”

Voice frowned. If I have to train myself anyway it’s not worth taking that much time. FUCK! Voice spoke in a sad tone. “Fine, I understand. I don’t want your life or possessions though, so what do I get from beating you?”

Mavlos thought for a moment. “One second, I’ll be right back.” With that Mavlos disappeared. After several minutes Mavlos reappeared with a brown ring. It was the same brown color that one might find on a dear, or squirrel.

“This ring is a family heirloom, and so is not included if you take all of my assets. I will give it to you in exchange for my assets.” He handed the ring to Voice. “This ring was used by our ancestors, before we gained wings of our own.” That had definitely caught Voice’s attention. He examined the ring.

Ring of Flight *ArtifactThis ring was crafted by an ancient and powerful animal tamer/enchanter. When wind mana is channeled through this ring the user will develop a body similar to the Pteromyini, or flying squirrel.

This ring has an activation cost of 50 mana. It requires 25 additional mana per second to maintain the form. If your mana runs out while the ring is in use you will be forcibly be reverted back to your original form.

Any items, weapons, and armor the user has will be unequipped while the ring is active. The items will be re-equipped when the ring deactivates.

You do not have enough Nature affinity to use this ring to its maximum potential. Because of this you will be stunned for three seconds before and after each activation of this ring.

You don’t not have enough Wind affinity to use this ring to its maximum potential. Because of this you will less control over your flight.

Voice accepted the ring. With enough affinity he would be able to perfectly fly in the air! Technically it would be gliding, but if he could create enough updrafts he could stay in the air for as long as he wanted. He smiled. He was quickly thinking up all of the ways he could use this new ring to his advantage. As he smiled he felt himself shift again.

“What are you doing? You haven’t moved for nearly half an hour.” He hear Ancestor ask. He was back by the river. He laid down on the ground. Ahh. Voice was happy to be out of that place. He might have gotten a really cool item, but it was a really intense battle.

I just went into the realm the book connected to. Can’t you see my memories or something?

“No, I couldn’t see whatever just happened.” Voice quickly recounted what had happened. Ancestor was impressed. “Well, you have indeed exceeded my expectations. Let’s try out your new ring.”

Voice gladly obliged. He was stunned for a few seconds before he felt himself change. His body experienced a slight discomfort. He felt itchy all over. After an agonizing second of wanting to tear off his skin, he noticed that his body was covered in a thin layer of fur. His hands connected to his waist on each side, by a thin layer of skin. His feet were also connected to his waist by a layer of skin.

He threw himself into the air with his wind magic. He shot higher than any of his previous attempts to rocket into the air. The air caught in his new quasi wings, and added a lot of lift.

He spent about half of his mana to lift himself as high as possible. He had 475 mana left when he reached the apex of his flight. He was astonished by the height he gained. He was at least two hundred feet in the air. The view was breathtaking. He saw the river flit through the trees. He saw the forest sprawled out amongst the hills. He even heard flocks of birds that were startled into the sky. He could just make out the figures of the small animals running playfully across the forested floor.

Looking at the beautiful picture actually brought a heartwarming smile to his lips. He really appreciated Nature and all of its beauty.

After turning a few times he was in the city of Rand. The forest stopped a little ways away from the city. After the city was a long expanse of grassland. He flew straight towards it.

Well he tried to. The restrictions in his suit made it difficult to glide where he wanted. The city was a few miles away from him, and he could only last in this suit for nineteen seconds. He dived down to pick up speed, and angled his body as close to the city as he could.

He was going far faster than he could hope to go by walking, or even running, through the forest. When he was down to 100 mana something caught his eye. He tucked his arms and legs in, and dove towards it. When his mana was at 25 he pulled out of the steep dive, by extending all four limbs and making his body as horizontal as possible.

The ring deactivated, and his trajectory threw him head long into a tree. He was sent over the shiny object. On top of the three seconds of paralysis, he received a notice saying he was knocked unconscious for one minute. He sat there for 60 seconds in total darkness. He couldn’t see or hear anything. It was as if the world itself had never existed.

One minute later he was blinded by the sudden surplus of light. He winced and remained seated. He opened his eyes slowly this time. He saw the shiny object several yards in front of him. As he approached it he heard a twig snap to his left. He equipped his staff and slowly walked towards the shiny object, keeping his ears peeled for the thing to his left.

When he was a few feet from it something jumped at him. Voice used his staff to throw whatever it was over his head. Of course he didn’t forget to add a nice little gust of wind that took up all of his mana when the creature was thrown off of his staff.

He looked at whatever it was. Fucking demon wolves. The wolf had hit a tree and laid still, a thin line of blood escaping its jaws. Voice saw that it lost half of its health in one attack! That was pretty amazing considering the thing was level 24 with 460 hp. Voice didn’t know how he could see the monster’s exact hp, or why it had so much for its level, but he didn’t question either thing.

Voice got into a low stance, wanting to see how a fight between him and the wolf would play out. The wolf unsteadily got to its feet. Voice smirked. “Come on loser, put up a better fight!” The wolf might not have known what Voice said since he spoke in Ancient Elven, but the intent was clear. The wolf jumped at Voice again. The red lines on the wolf’s body expanded every time it got close. Voice could actually see all of the best places to hit the little fucker.

Voice shook his head as he sent it flying again. This time he didn’t add any mana. The wolf was left with 180 hp. So I can deal 50 damage by throwing the thing without magic? Wait that means my magic only added 180! Hm, I guess that’s not too bad considering I just threw the damn thing.

While he was thinking this the wolf got back to his feet. The wolf was wary of Voice at this point. It circled him instead of charging. Voice gather wind mana into his mouth and let out the biggest roar he could. He expended what little mana he had regenerated. The resulting roar was so loud it shook leaves out of the nearby trees. (Lol might have been the wind though)

Voice capitalized on the stunned status of the wolf by bashing it three times in quick succession, at the base of its skull. The wolf fell over after the third strike. The loot Voice got was just the usual wolf meat, pelt, and some claws. He didn’t want the meat to attract anything so he decided to just eat it. His stomach said he didn’t need to eat, not couldn’t eat.

For consuming food the mana drain from your Magical Metal Stomach will be stopped for (12) hours.

Your Magical Metal Stomach has removed the adverse effects of eating raw Demon Wolf meat.

He called up his Stomach to see if it had added this info.

Magical Metal Stomach *ArtifactCreated by the Great Metal God John Smith, this stomach runs on magic. It reduces your mana recovery by 10% (at least 5/ second). The more you allow it to take the more efficient it becomes. This stomach reduces the need to eat, by producing the nutrients your body needs.

The maximum required mana regen is 10/sec. At that point you will no longer need to consume food. If your body develops a need for more, or less, food this number will be adjusted. You will still need water. When you consume food your Magical Metal Stomach will no longer absorb mana, until such a point as your body needs nutrients.

This stomach will allow you to consume things you normally wouldn’t, destroying many things in the food that may adversely affect you. Mana will be consumed to deconstruct threats you consume. The harder to destroy, and the more of it you intake, the more mana will be consumed.

You no longer need your large intestine, you may have it removed.

His body instinctively went into the ‘WTF’ pose, with his hands up and his face incredulous. Maaaaaan, if I had known that I’d have been eating this whole time!

Voice was so tired of this system leaving out important details he couldn’t even curse. He went over to the shiny object, the true loot from this battle. When his hand touched it, his Inspect kicked in.

You have not touched this metal. The effects of this metal are unknown to you.

At least I know it’s a metal.

Ancestor had been strangely quiet this entire time. Ancestor? Are you still there?

Ancestor answered in a distracted tone. “What? Oh yes. I was just doing some calculations. If that is what I think it is we will have to talk.”

Intrigued Voice picked up the item.

Heavenly MetalMaterial QualityUnknownRarityLegendayThis metal can be used only by the best blacksmiths, with the best forges.

Anything made with this metal will have its true potential brought out as it is used.

Ancestor gave Voice a mental nod. “That’s what I thought. We should bring this to your blacksmith friend. I think he might like to have it. Not to mention you would probably gain an unlimited supply of his goods if you gave it to him.”

You had me at unlimited supply of his goods.

Ancestor didn’t get the reference. Apparently it couldn’t see anything from Voice’s mind that didn’t pertain to the game. Voice walked through the rest of the forest. He wanted to test out his stomach, he obviously didn’t understand its full implications. All of the wolves were around level 25 at first. The level started to drastically decline as he approached the edge of the forest. When he got where he could finally see the city he could not even find any wolves.

He killed several dozens of wolves on his way. He even killed four bears, although the level drop didn’t seem to affect them. The ‘lines of death’ as Voice took to calling them, proved to be too much of problem for his enemies to overcome.

He consumed all of the meat, and collected all of the loot. The only reason he stopped killing bears was because he was almost overburdened. His stomach seemed to work as some sort of bag of holding. The main difference being he could not retrieve whatever he put in, even if he tried to vomit it out. His stomach seemed to take as much food as Voice could give it, and steadily sent the nutrients to his body. His satiety was perpetually at 100% instead of declining ever so slowly. His stamina regen had even increased slightly because of the extra food. The only bad part was that the weight still affected him.

He was glad to finally see the city. Sure he had leveled up a few times while in the forest, but he started to miss his cash producer pet Heather.

Spoiler :

Stats WindowNameVoice0fReasonClassForce MageHealth340Mana1000Stamina350Level24Current TitleMaster Of The Green HerbHealth Regen/Sec3.4Mana Regen/Sec8.2 (3.2)Stamina Regen/Sec4.9Strength41Agility34Wisdom82Intelligence100Endurance49Dexterity34Luck0Vitality35Charisma19Compassion40Leadership36Logic22Piety59Unused Stat Points43Fame540

Skills WindowSkill Fusion Novice Level 4 Exp 00.00%Critical Strike Novice Level 15 Exp 22.00%Automated Novice Level 9 Exp 25.00%Speed Reading Novice Level 9 Exp 00.00%Auto Read Novice Level 20 Exp 50.00%Skill Dissembler Novice Level 1 Exp 00.00%Cooking Novice Level 24 Exp 99.99%Climbing Novice Level 3 Exp 60.00%Heavy Armor Apprentice Level 25 Exp 00.00%Staff Mastery Apprentice Level 25 Exp 00.00%[/td100][/tr]Group Skill: Key to Self-Sustained Alchemy Novice Level 17 Exp 50.00%Group Skill: Inspect Novice Level 22 Exp 25.00%Group Skill: Automatic Nursing Novice Level 9 Exp 00.00%Group Skill: Con Artist Novice Level 7 Exp 85.72%Group Skill: Magical Master Novice Level 16 Exp 00.00%Unique Skill: Skill Enhancement Novice

Affinities WindowLight40Water25Wind25Nature25Metal25Earth25Fire25Darkness100