WARNING: THE CONTENT OF THIS CHAPTERIS ALSO A TINY BIT MATURE

better safe than sorry, right? o.-

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Back in game

Alone again Zayvin pondered about what had just happened.

She had received a few rewards from someone from Furan due to her achievements in game. This person had also invited her to a party.

Should she go? Did she want to go?

Actually she did. She really did. She hadn’t had a chance to meet new people for a long time and she smiled happily just thinking about it. She forced herself to forget the fact he touched her chest though. But anyhow…

Would she be able to go? Her condition had been stable for a while, but would they allow it?

“No use worrying about it now… I’ll just ask them when I fade out…” She muttered quietly.

Then she remembered the rewards she got earlier. She hadn't even taken a closer look at her new staff. Quickly she took it out. She looked at the sleek dark material curiously and then simply said.

“Identify!”

Ding!

The Abandoned Faith – Zaharon:

Type: Artifact

Status: Soul bound to Zayvin. Cannot be discarded or stolen.

Description: Black Longstaff embedded with a red Energy stone.

This black staff was lost in a dungeon for a long time after its master Zeheloth had been sealed and has only recently been rediscovered as his dark inheritance. Only the truly evil may wield it.

Restrictions: Magician class, Lvl 350 or higher, Infamy 9,000

Durability: 980/1.000

Faith: -5,000

Infamy +9,000

Affinity to darkness: +90%

Magic Attack power: +4300~5250

Int + 980

Wis + 475

Critical Hit Chance +15%

Accuracy +40%

Decreases cool down of summoning spells by 30%

Grants additional skill:

Battle Recovery (passive): The staff receives power from the screams of your enemies. Automatically regenerates 50 HP/ second for 30 seconds when your party kills an enemy. Can stack up to 5 times.

Will break if Holy Magic is used with it.

Zayvin simply stared at the description for a while. Her Infamy was pretty high since she had clashed and killed a lot of players and NPCs, so he could easily use the staff.

What left her at a loss were the options it gave. Especially the extra skill!

She had gotten a lot stronger just by switching to this weapon.

Happily she jumped around and swung the staff. She really couldn’t complain about the rewards she got. And she hadn’t even identified the normal drops from the dungeon!

“Mistress, is everything alright?”

A worried voice resounded within her head. Her companions outside had noticed the others disappear and were worried that something had happened.

She quickly composed herself and send a telepathic reply.

“Yes, I re-sealed everyone because it got too dangerous. Don’t worry. I will come back outside now.”

“Good… in that case shall we search for some materials for their bodies?”

“Please do, I should be outside in 2 d-“, she hesitated.

She had gotten the teleport skill earlier. Should she use it and meet up with her companions close to Firchten? She had a few pure crystal shards to use after all.

“Mistress?”

“Ah, sorry. Could you guys head back towards Firchten? I learned a new skill and would like to try it.”

“Of course, as you wish.”

“Please take any useful materials you find with you if possible.”

“Certainly. The others also wish you a safe journey.”

“Aww, thank you!”

Zayvin had gotten used to the company of her demons and didn’t have any trouble talking to them at all. Perhaps because of their connection. Other than with them, she was very bad at holding conversations as one might have noticed.

She sighed quietly and held her staff vertically in her hands.

Since she just got the skill she wasn’t able to use it manually and had to rely on the system to use it for her. She hated the feeling when the system assist took over her body to use a skill, which is why she preferred learning skills from experiments rather than automatically.

But in this case it couldn’t be helped.

But before that… she looked down at herself. Her gear was too conspicuous at the moment. So she decided to simply wear her old robes. She opened her inventory with a flick of her wrist and dequipped all of her clothes except for a simple black sleeveless undershirt and fitting short schoolgirl skirt. Then she equipped the Apprentice Mage robe with a simple white color. Honestly, it nearly looked like a doctor’s coat, just without buttons and with a hood attached. This outfit is what she called her casual clothes.

“Teleport – Firchten!”, she shouted.

The system then took over her body. She surrounded herself with magic. In fact so much magic it covered the space around her in a red aura. Then the magic shot back towards her, compressing her body into a ball of red light.

The feeling wasn’t pleasant.

The ball then shot up through the ceiling and into the sky towards her destination.

The whole journey happened so fast that Zayvin didn’t even have time to analyze what had happened before she found herself in the central plaza of Firchten, the Capital of her race.

When she turned back into her usual form, she felt dizzy and disoriented. Her senses weren’t working correctly at all!

Promptly she lost her balance as she felt the ground under her feet again and fell onto her behind with an undignified ‘thud’. At some point she had also let go of her staff, causing it to vanish back into her body.

Somehow she had landed on something soft. She was certain the ground in Firchten was cut out of stone… so what…?

Slowly the world stopped spinning around her and she could clearly perceive what was going on around her.

Confused Zayvin looked around to see various Devils staring at her with open mouths, flabbergasted.

“Ah…!”, she should have thought of that. Of course people would see her use the skill!! She was such an idiot.

The ground she was sitting on suddenly twitched and she could hear something groaning.

Reflexively she looked down.

“Wa-!”, she let out a stupid sound. ‘AGAIN???’

Apparently she hadnt landed on the ground… She had landed on a person.

It was a male devil wearing simple white clothes. A shirt and a pair of pants, the starting gear of players of their race. He looked to be about 17 or 18, had pale skin and red hair that was kept pretty short, only partly covering his pointy ears. Two small black horns were growing out of his temples. He looked to be from Asia, if she had to describe his face.

Stunned speechless, Zayvin simply stared at him for a moment, before he opened his eyes.

“Ugh…” Confused the devil looked up at her.

“Nice view…”, he simply said. “I’m honoured and all, but could you please get off?”

“Huh?” Zayvin looked down on herself. One of her arms had slipped out of her robe and it was now hanging from her left shoulder. Her sleeveless shirt and skirt also slipped out of place, revealing part of her underwear.

“KYA!” With an embarrassed scream Zayvin scrambled off the guy and quickly fixed her clothing.

In the meantime the devil had sat up and was now holding his painfully throbbing head.

“Uh…!” Too embarrassed to say anything, Zayvin quickly walked back towards him. The guy flinched back, as if expecting her to jump him again or something.

“S-sorry…” Seeing his reaction she quickly apologized and cast some regeneration magic on him. Then she offered him her hand. The onlookers had now regained their composure and were giggling or whispering openly.

“I-It doesn’t hurt anymore… right?” she asked quickly, still blushing deeply. Honestly, she simply wanted to run away, but that wouldn’t be nice towards the guy she fell on.

He stared at her hand as if it would bite him any moment, but then he carefully took it and let her help him up. Then he noticed the pain was indeed gone and stared down at her curiously.

He was a lot taller than her, even though his height was average at 175 cm. Zayvin herself was 158 cm, she hadn’t bothered changing it when she created her character.

“Yea… thanks.”

“N-no… I’m sorry… that is… I didn’t think… I’d land on someone…”, she hurriedly explained.

“Ah, don’t worry about it…”, he looked at her curiously now.

Honestly, he had expected to be hit instead of helped… after all he had seen her like that. Not that it was his fault, but in his experience women didn’t often make sense, so…

As if reading his thoughts at that moment a girl that had been stunned until now dashed out of the crowd and skillfully kneed him into his face, sending him flying back to the floor.

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BACHINGGGGG and suddenly there's violence.

Hope you enjoyed it! #small spoiler: will get serious again soon!

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