He had a few hours before he could enter Allastar again so he took a bath and a short nap afterwards. He woke up he had fulfilled the time of his punishment and he could once more enter Allastar, he did all the necessary preparations (eat,shit and a little gymnastics).

-Log in-

Once again in the town square he had lost, his meal from the Inn and a few copper now he only had 18 copper. To his surprise in his Inventory he saw a new Item.

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Mithril sword

Quality - Rare

attack - 1000-1350

durability - 1400*/1000

Physical enchantments

can be repaired to 40% more than it's durability

Magical enhancements

Lightning damage 1-10000

Agility +20

requirements

level 100

Strength 100

grip 80

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'was that supposed to be the newb's sword?'

And what's grip supposed to mean

Grip

A stat dependent on strength, it shows the

probability of dropping what you are holding

due to pain, fatigue or force.

Darknym's grip was 1point so it must be 10strenght for 1 grip, but he didn't care he couldn't use it anyway due to the high level requirements. As he begun going towards the training hall he saw someone inside with the instructor. Inside with the Instructor is the exact same unlucky guy he had poked, he tossed a coin in the air.

'Head I go in, tails I leave'

After a few spins the coin falls and heads and Ping!

-you have gained a point in stamina-

He didn't know why but he didn't mind a few more points in stamina. He called his status up

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Race - Human

Subspecies - valley people

Gender - Male

Level - 1

Physical

Hp 101(health)

Sp 106(stamina)

Mp 144(Magic)

Mind

Art - 0

Charm - 0

Morality - slightly Chaotic

Soul

Aura Color - Dark Purple

Integrity - Unharmed

Ki - 1000

Detailed stats

Physical

+Strength - 10

+endurance - 0

+constitution - 0

+Agility - 10

+speed - 0

+reflexes - 0

+Intelligence - 10

+wisdom - 4

+leadership - 0

Magic

control - 0

Focus - 0

Augmentation - 0

Affinity with gods

- Wind 50mp

Mind

Willpower - Low

Social status - Homeless

Fame title - Unwanted Novice mage

Soul

Daily luck - Good

Karma - 0

limit break - Astral projection

Skills

Meditation - N/A

Cleaning - beginner 1

Soft walk - beginner 2

Professions

1.Mage - Unwanted Novice (0/1.000 skillpoints)

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He had gained a title and his morality had fallen, well karma was easy to raise but since he died it had returned to normal, karma could also be gained just by killing a lot of evil monsters or giving donations but morality was a hard thing to change, If he became chaotic he would be unwelcome in any lawful shop and shunned by society, well not all but most Npcs. He entered and before he end the "Hi-" notion the noob guy jumps at him with his practice sword.

The next moment the noob's down on his knees with his both his hands behind his back with Darknym behind his back holding his hands.

"I would like to apologize for the last time but it seems I can make up for it."

Darknym throws the sword from his Inventory in front of him and lets his hands go so that he can get his Item back.

The noob he just defeated was a youngster who probably hasn't even finished school yet, well since he's an elf he was considered pretty anyway, with red hair and strange bits of deeper red, well I'm sure he will be popular with the girls inside the game at least.

He let his hands and took the two wooden daggers while he took his sword but instead of letting it go, the noob charged at him with the wooden practice sword at had and slashed with all his strength in a downwards notion.

Darknym tried to block in a cross-like manner with my blades and ate a kick in his stomach, he didn't really flinch as the pain was at 5% for adults but his health bar went down a bit.

Well pain in game is too low for Darknym's liking, he used to be bullied in school and he has felt pain a lot worse than the small amount allowed in-game. Of course they were both still new to the game but the battle made Darknym excited. It's been five years since he's punched someone, but now he begun moving faster and faster a bit at a time.

The noon charged again but he was poked with the wooden knives taking damage from his own speed as he fell on them. Darknym begun poking at his eyes, neck and hands trying to make him desynchronized and lose the grip of his weapon.

The noob seemed to not understand what he was doing as his attacks did no damage at all it was as if he was poking him. While causing him no damage at all Darknym didn't stop he went faster and faster until did a low kick came and the noob flew down to the floor and once again hit on his own sword.

He screamed from the pain as if he felt the full Impact, Darknym was curious about the amount of damage that made him scream and took a sword off the stands put it on the ground and before the two observers dived on top of the wooden sword.

He tried the same falling on it but the result was.

"What the heck! Is this even called pain!"

He shouted as he stood up having lost at least half of his HP and a broken wooden sword stuck on his chest, the instructor and the nooby elf looked at him as if he was some sort of nutcase, well jumping face down on a blade without a reason could be considered crazy.

"Hey you red head, why did you scream anyway"

'raising my hopes up'

And yes he was a sort of Sadomasochist,

he accepted pain and loved to pay it back the most.

"Wasn't that really painful, you have a sword stuck in your stomach by the way"

Darknym, pulled out the wooden sword and thew it away, he didn't even bleed from the wound, of course there was the problem of not having restorative items but he didn't care, even if he died it would only cost him 10min of game-play.

"Are you serious, this shit isn't even the damage of a real punch"

The instructor stepped forwards and said with a really, for some reason scary feeling,(fighting spirit)

"Well, I don't know why you obstructed Fayte from his quest but since you returned the sword at least I know you didn't try to steal it, so just apologize give hands and close the matter"

'Well he was right'

He extended his hand as if in a handshake and spoke in a calm and friendly manner as not to frighten the noob

"I'm Darknym and I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday, It was an accident to be precise I wanted to warn you not to run with an unsheathed sword and all hell broke out"

"Well I do understand that a poke cannot kill, at least normally, I am Fayte, and this is my fourth day in Allastar, I normally play Altgaia"

"Well for me it's about the same, by the way what's up with that sword, it's for Lvl100"

The instructor came forth dignified but hiding a little embarrassment deep inside.

"Well, normally I would have went to get it myself but since I couldn't just leave when there's someone inside the training hall, I asked Fayte who had just arrived to the city to do it"

'There was something more to this story but I won't pry further'

fayte looked a little strange but who cares anyway.

"Well I did ask Fayte if he will take on the basic training or do what all the other except maybe you did Just hit the scarecrow a thousand times"

"well it's not bad to have someone else in this place for a change"

Darknym said with a stupid face as if he tried to smile, well that's his smiling face so live with it.

Fayte didn't seem to care much, he asked to add him to his friend list so that they could team up later on, he said he wanted to become a blade dancer.

'Dream on"

He would have loved to say but he just smiled like he didn't give a fuck.

He did his dummy training(two hours) and then it was time for a spar with Feyte, the Instructor came forth with a smirk on his face and a relaxed expression. Their hp hadn't reached max yet but this time it was a friendly spar.

The Instructor took Darknym's knives and gave him a wooden sword to spar with. Saying some shit, it was to make the fight fair.

'Bullshit, he just wants to see me lose'

He thought as it seems he has made Fayte his own disciple Darknym waited for a little in a defensive pose and after seeing Fayte was not so keen on attacking he begun circling around him like in those samurai movies.

Fayte changed, he seemed to have changed his mind, but as he begun his charge Darknym took a defensive stance and when he measured the range to be enough he slashed with his sword. It hit on Feyte's sword and redirect it's trajectory but it only budged a tiny bit.

'must have a better strength stat than me'

He thought at that moment.

Darknym begun swinging his sword in a circular flowing manner akin to taichi's slow movements and begun flail him with the tip of his practice sword and making small slashing motions with the blade.

Dominating him in the aspect of speed at least, Fayte couldn't even reach him, as the practice sword was unpredictable when he though the sword went too wide and he could counter Darknym change the hand he used the sword with behind his back and struck again with another wide attack, this time hitting him right on.

Darknym could hear the Instructor talking with someone and as he turned his head he saw the fake old man who made him a mage.

The dialog went like that.

"Hey Ben found any good candidate for the guild?"

"Isn't that your job too, Dublin?"

"Well I don't really care, this scout job sucks anyway"

"Well there are two candidates, the elf might be useful but the human can become deadly if only he listened to what I had to say"

"Give up on him, he's got his Character already ruined by me, His main profession is mage"

"You Idiot now he'll never join our guild"

Dublin the fake Old man looked at their fight, the fight had become an endurance race already and they both were swinging their swords as if they were corpses.

Dublin touched his beard with his hand and said with an ugly smile.

"They both seem as bad as a goblin, did you even train them?"

Benjamin the Instructor looked a bit ashamed he had trained Fayte for the last two days nonstop and he lost so badly against another noob who doesn't even know how knives are used, well his opponent was a bit good at martial arts as it seemed but it didn't really matter in FSK, as even if you are fit in real life, in-game you are as good as your stats.

"Well it seems they will need about a month before they are able to join, although you fucked with the good one, I already made fayte my disciple he will make a good fighter in the future"

"I hope you are right, as he seems to be losing badly right now by a mage"

Dublin said laughing.

After the friendly match ended, two minutes afterwards, the Instructor and his guest was sitting eating dinner and laughing with him. but the two combatants were too exhausted now to care what they were talking about. Darknym didn't know it yet but he had gained a new stat and skill, they had fought for a little over half an hour until they were both exhausted.

Darknym ate a loaf of bread and left for the Inn for the part-time job.

The Instructor looked satisfied as if he had gotten rid of something detestable. he didn't know why but, for the next few days he begun giving Fayte preferential treatment. Darknym didn't really care as he played for fun anyway and he was about to see the beautiful amber elf again.

He went Inside but instead of Theofano, there was another elf behind the bar, she was shorter than Theo and had wavy brown hair and wore a pair of glasses, she was as beautiful as an elf could be but not as majestic and sexy as Theo.

Darknym went Inside, as always he wasn't noticed before he was in front of the bar.

"Hello my beauty, is there any task I can help with today"

he said without a bit of shame.

"And who might you be?"

she said in an Irritated manner.

"I'm Darkny-" but before he could finish her eyes shone and she cut him short

"I'm Sylvia, Theo talked to me about you she said you helped her for a few coppers and a meal, if you offer to clean again with the same reward, I wouldn't stop you"

"It would be my pleasure to help you two beautiful maidens in any way I can"

He said and went to take the broom from the closet, where the cleaning equipment were. that day he cleaned for a longer time until Theo came down from upstairs, they didn't let him go clean upstairs or downstairs as they didn't trust him enough yet but the bar was as clean as it could be. He saw a few costumers coming in and Theo told him to stand up, and go wash the dishes in the kitchen behind the counter. Without a word of protest he did all the chores he was given, by the beautiful elf. He was shouted at sometimes for cutting some corners loose but it was only making him try harder and harder. He loved her angry melodic voice, with every shout he hoped she would give him even more attention but his skills only became better as he did the cleaning and washing.

Eight hours had passed since he started cleaning and it was now pitch dark outside, Theo had given him a meal earlier so that he wouldn't collapse and a second one as a reward. 8copers went into his pockets as he said goodbye to the Elven maiden and left.

He looked at his stats once more

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Race - Human

Subspecies - valley people

Gender - Male

Level - 1

Physical

Hp 134(health)

Sp 131(stamina)

Mp 168(Magic)

Mind

Art - 1

Charm - 0

Rage - 1

Morality - Neutral

Soul

Aura Color - Dark Purple

Integrity - Unharmed

Ki - 1000

Detailed stats

Physical

+Strength - 10

+endurance - 2

+constitution - 0

+Agility - 11

+speed - 0

+reflexes - 1

+Intelligence - 10

+wisdom - 6

+leadership - 0

Magic

control - 0

Focus - 0

Augmentation - 0

Affinity with gods

- Wind 50mp

Mind

Willpower - Low

Social status - Homeless

Fame title - None

Soul

Daily luck - Good

Karma - 0

limit break - Astral projection

Skills

Meditation - N/A

Cleaning - beginner 3

dish-washing- beginner 2

Soft walk - beginner 3

Berserker Rage - 1 beginner

Professions

1.Mage - Unwanted Novice (0/1.000 skillpoints)

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Rage stat

by sealing anger inside yourself you create

this stat, it can be used to fuel the

berserker skills, stat cannot be gained

with level and will be depleted

when used. Gain rage when you are

remain passive to your own anger and

let it boil inside yourself.

Berserker rage skill

A skill that release your gathered rage

making you Invulnerable for a short time,

life will stop at 1hp even if you take

a deadly hit, one second time per rage.

It looked handy but active skills in

FSK were activated either manually by

shouting the skill's name or simply

by fulfilling some condition for it

to activate.

The moon was high In the sky and painful memories begun flooding his mind. With the nimbleness of a cat he climbed up a building as if it was nothing, you might not believe it but it was easy for him, he used to climb trees when he was small, old habits die hard.

He now was on top of a large building laying down looking at the moon and reminiscing things about his life. Things that he regret not having done, an love unacquired and plainly childish wishes and regrets.

That night he could do nothing, his mind was too emotionally moved, he continued looking at the silver moon. he still thought he loved her but this is not how the world works. His memory begun traveling to everything that had to do with her and his rage begun boiling up, he begun running on the rooftops of the buildings and jumping here and there while making otherworldly cries. only after some time did he calm down He sat on top of the walls of the town and begun laughing hysterically.

"What the hell am I doing?"

he said to myself as he fell down from the tall wall.

And was logged out for 10minutes but couldn't re log for the next full hour, he tried to calm himself, he sat on the pc and listened to some soothing music.(music that calmed him) He was normally calm and hard to anger, even pain was but a small stimulus that kept him from going crazy. His everyday life was mundane and the real world offered nothing but unlimited disappointments for him, in every possible form.

Once he cooled down, he logged in once more, he was now as cool as an Iceberg and was in the center of the town square, he still didn't know what the town was called. He walked around in the complete darkness, he thought he saw something moving in the darkness and followed it, it was dark and he couldn't see what it was. he followed the moving shifting darkness as it went into a building, he was almost sure he had found the thieves guild. He stopped for a little while outside as he half-heartily entered the building, he didn't like the idea of being unable to become a thief but because of a bad choice but he entered non the less.

Inside it looked like a carpentry shop, furniture, bows and scraps of wood could be seen all around and only a small lantern lit the room. He could see a bookcase in a corner and just by looking at the floor could tell that it was a secret door, the scraps of wood on the floor had been moved in a semicircular fashion. He took the lantern and looked at the books on the library and by finding the only non dusty book he opened it within a few seconds.

Well the thieves guild was due to have some challenge to enter it, the bookcase moved and a secret passage entered, he went inside but it took him a few minutes to find a way to close the passage once more, the trigger for it was the retractable unlit torch on the wall, he still had the lantern with him as he moved silently down the stairs. His soft walk skill made it hard for anyone to know that he was coming but the light from the lantern gave him away, he had reached a round room where there were many cages with birds, some books on a desk and a lot of bizarre items all around like wooden mannequins and shut wooden boxes. Darknym could sense that something wasn't right, his senses screamed at him that someone was spying on him from somewhere around the with bad intentions.

"Hello, I'm Darknym I would like to join your most glorious thieves guild"

A loud laughter would be heard but he couldn't pin out the location because of all the echos. Darknym continued unyielding

"Well I'm sorry to Intrude but I wanted to learn from you and although your stealth wasn't so good I'm sure you are a master of your profession"

A lot more laughters were heard and a small man came out of the corner, darknym wanted to say something but the man signaled him to stay silent.

He was a man around his age with black hair and a fine mustache, his cloths were those of a craftsman, but his face showed he was more of a merchant, he had that pleasant smile that told 'I'm a good man'.

"I'm called Yosh and I humbly welcome you to the thieves guild, you did well on finding us and thus we would be glad to have you as a member of our guild"

three more people came out but their looks were hidden by heavy cloaks and a shroud of darkness most likely produced by some magic spell. Darknym's attitude did a 180 degrees turn when he heard the man's words and saw the people who came out, he had seen the thief basic equipment on the pc and they hadn't the tiny tip that they were thieves, maybe he had found the assassins' guild.

"Well like I said before I'm Darknym and you are not the thieves guild, are you"

Yosh's face twisted in a bad way as he heard that but he still tried to cover it up somehow.

"Well you found me out but we surely are as good as them, if you won't give away this location and never speak about what you saw here we can't guarantee your safety"

Darnym wanted to laugh with the idiotic threat, he was an adventurer and the worst thing they could do to him was kill him but he would come back again anyway. The person behind Yosh caught to the small shifting in Darknym's face, she knew it was pointless to threaten an immortal being.

"Stop it Yosh, I think you are doing it the wrong way, you see Darknym we are spies from the Democracy of the Plains Isles, the problem is we have now two choices, to kill you for the next three hour, until we reallocate or if you join us to have you do a few quests for us"

Darknym's face now looked bored, of all the factions he could have found he found the weakest, the spies. There were more downfalls to being a spy than even the mage, all their abilities were set on hiding, having no scouting abilities and the worst was they had zero battle potential.

In the forums there was a lot of people booing the spy profession as one of the most useless in the game, as players and NPCs had one great difference when using the spy's disguise ability, the player's name didn't change, couldn't be changed to be more precise, making the whole ability sound stupid and players could only hide their names with the help of a high level skill that came later in any stealth jobs, which was a passive skill and couldn't be turned off unless they had taken damage or attack someone.

"I would prefer Yosh's version of the deal, I have no interest in becoming a weakling spy and moreover if you could offer a few things to make me keep my silence i would gladly accept"

The atmosphere was dreadful as both sides didn't know if the other was bluffing, you see even if they had killed him they didn't know if he had any accomplices and moreover the spies were real weak. surely they could run away but they were no fighters, they thought that their numbers would at least intimidate him but Darknym was not one to tremble before numbers and knowing your enemy was something only he had at the moment as he was new to the town, taking them entirely by surprise and even negotiating.

After half an hour of silence the spies had made up their minds, they had been hand-signaling to one another for a long time and now they were about to act.

Yosh came closer as if to speak but before he could act, Darknym shoved/kicked him in the balls, caught his arm and used him as a shield, while using Yosh's other arm where a blade protruded from the sleeve as a weapon.

"Well I would love to fight with you all but I would prefer to make it more formal, take a paper on the desk and write a contract, put what I say inside and we will have ourselves a deal"

the spies that were about to kill him just a moment ago now were at a loss they took a piece of paper and a pen and begun.

"I Darknym in accordance to this contract won't reveal any information on the secrets of the carpentry store, in exchange will be given 1000000 coppers and the three items listed bellow,

1. pan's flute with calming effects,

2.drama mask with disguising skills,

3.wooden fans with wind enhancement.

Lastly If i don't keep the contract my character will be deleted and unable to restart from any place near, whatever this place is called"

After his last words the three spies laughed loud for him to hear, they now knew he was a noob, only later will he understand why.

"Leave Yosh your contract is ready but the items you asked for are a bit hard to find so how about we give you the Items later, just visit Yosh here and he will provide them to you, and welcome to the town of Rubrick"

Darknym unhanded Yosh who still seemed in pain and went to the desk where the contract was, there was one gold coin(his 1000000coppers) next to the paper. The amount was a clever scheme of his, firstly cause he didn't want much money anyway and secondly because for him even one gold was a lot of money.

The monetary values of Allastar go

like this;

100 Coppers = 1 Silver

100 Silver = 1 Gold

10 Gold = 1 Semi-valuable gem

100 Gold = 1 Valuable gemstone

10 Semi-valuable gems = 1 Valuable gemstone

100 Valuable gems= 1 Bank Note

"Well since we have reached an agreement"

he read through the contract and signed it without a second thought. A smirk appeared on the spies faces as they took the contract and accompanied him outside.

Darknym knew that the contract was totally one-sided as it had no punishment set for the spies but that was a ploy he devised to earn their trust or more like belittlement.

It was still dark outside but he knew what to do next. His feet took him towards the training hall and saw Feyte was still inside hitting the scarecrow.

'He did want to become a warrior'

Well, he only need to do it till he reached enough basic stats to leave the noob zone. Darknym sneaked past him and grabbed two knives and went behind the scarecrow and stabbed it with all his strength and ping

-backstab skill gained-

Fayte greeted him as he heard the the thrusting sound from the scarecrow. He asked for a spar as he was bored of hitting the scarecrow.

He didn't mind but first he took a staff from the training weapons and walked next to him, the staff is a weapon with longer reach than Fayte's dual training swords and would give him an edge in this spar, he could say he was quite versed with it, since you can find it easily in your everyday life, in the form of a broom.

Fayte stood for a bit and charged at him without a thought in the world but as he swept with the staff he saw him dodge with a strange sidestep, more like side jump and charging once more. Darknym blocked the first sword but this time his sword moved faster and hit harder than before, he lost his footing and dropped the staff as he fell down.

Fayte seemed happy with this new development, he must have gained a few extra stats in strength and agility.

Darknym rose and took the staff up once more on his face was a smirk of confidence that made Fayte feel uncomfortable, he begun circling around him the tip of the staff pointing at him as if he was using a spear, if they were closer Fayte would have the advantage but it was difficult to do a perfectly timed sidestep like he did before, but to his surprise with each circle Darknym came closer to him. Fayte at first circled with him but as time passed he stopped and waited for the moment that he would enter his range.

It all happened so swiftly he was caught by surprise, a sudden slide into his range and restless attacks from up and down left and right begun tormenting him as Darknym used both sides of the staff Alternatively to confuse and suppress him and with a push of his staff he fell him on the floor.

The next few bouts were something of a draw with 6 - 6 score of wins and loses but Darknym knew that the longer it went the stronger Fayte would become. He would probably leave the noob zone in around a month and begin grinding outside the city, in the end he had better prospective than him.

This was their last bout and the flow of the duel was one-sided as Fayte threw blow after blow at him who was trying to parry his blows which were becoming harder to evade with his speed.

(they probably had around the same speed anyway).

Seeing the battle went entirely into his favor, Fayte became conceited he begun trying out extravagant moves that were easy to evade or counter but with Darknym's stamina already in the red he could do little but block and parry.

Most of his moves were inefficient, at least to Darknym's eyes, of course he did execute a few great attacks that would have won against most normal noobs, but Darknym had long stopped thinking, his body now moved on his muscle memory, it was a skill he had in real life when in danger or deep in thought his body moved on it's own doing whatever was needed to survive.

Now he was deep in thought, he had already forfeited the match and thought about his second profession, he wanted a thief like job where he could sneak around and set traps but should he make it his second job or take a fighting based job first.

A push of the stuff and Fayte was on the floor, Darknym had decided. Fayte also took a break to eat something and said it was time he return to the scarecrows, a thousand hits were too many and he wanted to end the basic training soon. Darknym did the same but this time he didn't poke the scarecrow, he first took a practice sword and begun hitting the scarecrow with slashing and piercing moves, next he took the dual knives and begun training the backstab skill as well as he could

(in the end it was useless),

next he took the staff and played around a little and last took the dual knives again and begun poking and twisting the knives when they did a little damage to the scarecrow and after a lot of trial and error, the ping! signaled his success.

-Twisted stab skill gained-

Twisted stab

Does a small secondary damage that causes

mostly pain and draws aggression from the monster

*useless against players*

On higher levels of expertise causes bleeding.

Beginner level 1 does 10 extra points of damage.

Because he was closed in the city he didn't know that a beginner sword has at least 100damage output that's the reason why most player created skills remain as useless weight in their status windows.

Profession trees have the game based skills, those that will make you closer to a true adventurer. His mage skill only had one skill available to learn but he had to find a teacher for it.

He stayed the night training and once the sun was out he left once more, in the real world night was coming as the clock hit 21:00, He logged out and went to have a snack before jumping back into the game, he wanted to use all of his free time as he had a small vacation from work(around a month).

In-game he run towards the Carpenter's shop and greeted Yosh, who wasn't so happy to see him.

"Oi Yosh how's work?"

"Fine as always he replied"

with his fake smiling fake that looked so real and honest, he truly was a good spy

"Could you disclose a little info to me, I don't seem to find the thieves guild, I've searched for two nights and haven't found any thief yet"

"Well truth be told you will need to leave town to find a guild or ask another adventurer to help you become a thief"

"Maybe an assassin guild or something"

"That's a good one, do you even know where you are, this is the country of Drogan, killing someone in a duel is legal so why even bother to hide and believe me you don't want to know the drogan laws on thievery and assassinations"

It was the first time he heard that Rubrick was in Drogan, he thought he was somewhere in Anchora since there were brick walls and all.

Drogan is the country of the Barbarians, they are merciless marauders that sail the seas and raid coast villages. The drogan have no problem with chaotic players and non humans, as long as they can survive outside the wooden walls of their cities, as no crimes are allowed inside.

"Well at least I know where I am now"

Yosh was laughing in the inside as he covered his mouth with his hand.

"You are welcome to ask any question about the town, If it's inside the boundary of my knowledge I will be glad to answer"

"Do you know where the library and blacksmith's are?"

"Well the blacksmith is next to the east gate opposite to the stable, but unfortunately the library is at the verge of closing"

"Would you mind telling me the way to the library?"

"Just beyond the corner the most rundown building on the street, it's impossible to lose"

'who in his right mind build a library in the land of the barbarians anyway the lord of the the town must be an Idiot'

Darknym left for the library right away. just around the corner he stared at a seemingly abandoned building near the west gates of the town.

The door was open but it was mostly half broken anyway, as he stepped Inside he saw an old man, he was wearing plain cloths and glasses that made him a really stereotypical librarian.

Before he could spawn a word a loud voice unbecoming of a library came from the librarian

"You what do you want here!"

He wanted to Answer but he was intercepted once more.

"There are no quests here for a weakling, If you gain a level or two you might help, but you are too weak now, go train and return when you are ready to help me"

'Smelled like a quest but becoming stronger will take more than just a day or two, until then he needed to study magic and the library was by far preferable to the mage guild'

"I'm sorry, but I'm not here for a quest, I would like to read some of your books"

The librarian looked at him better and smiled from cheek to cheek, he was probably sick and tired of the quest seeking barbarians of drogan.

"I should apologize how could i not recognize a fellow mage or should I say a seeker of knowledge"

"Are you by any chance a mage as well?"

"Well in a matter of fact I did start to study magic but life brought me to a my current situation"

'bullseye'

"Would you care teaching me the basic skills you see my master was a vicious man who left me alone to seek the ways of magic without even bothering to teach me the basics"

"Well did he at least provide you with a magician staff and a spellbook"

"Only a blank spellbook"

"That bastard, he must be one of those evil mages I have heard nowadays that create disciples and leave them to die in the wilderness for their own amusement"

"I don't know if he would go as far but he truly is unworthy of being called Master"

"Well since he didn't teach you at all I will begin with the basic, this is a magical staff"

and he passed him a delicate wooden staff that looked like a cane.

"The basic skill of any magic user is magic activation, it is only useful for using magical objects try inserting some of your magic inside the staff and you will activate the spell inscribed to the staff, scrolls and spellbooks work in the same fashion"

Ping!

-You have unlocked Magic activation-

-skill 1 of the mage tree, you can practice-

-the skill to gain point in it's mastery and-

-to advance your profession ranks-

Darknym was excited and used it on the stuff, he lost some mp and a globe of light could be seen in front of the staff.

"Wasn't that easy, you can keep it"

"Thank you master"

"Hold your horses young man, I will not become your teacher, I can help you with the basic stuff but I won't be nursing you around"

and he waved with his staff in the air as if chasing a fly.

"I thank you non the less, my name's Darknym and would it be a lot of trouble to help me find a book to read"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Soul magic and anything that has to do with the matter and maybe a bit on Illusions"

"Well soul magic is a no go, since I don't have any books on the subject but Illusions are a basic sort of spells so I could find you a spellbook or two but it costs a silver for the simple spells a gold for the more advanced ones, well since you are new to magic I would recommend the basic one"

"Could I know the description of the spell first before deciding, I only have one gold so I wouldn't like to waste it"

"Well my arsenal isn't as great as the mage guild's but I do have a "Blur" spellbook and a "Illusion Copy" spellbook, they are the basic books I have on the subject, the only advanced I have is the "Fear" spellbook"

"What does fear do?"

"Well it creates an Illusionary monster to make the enemy run in fear for their life, with expertise you might create more monsters or even make them more real"

"More real, how does that work"

"Basically they are still Illusions, they have no substance but it makes the enemy feel pain when hit by them, as if they were real, mind plays that trick on mortals"

"Do you maybe have some spell that's more like creating hallucination, rather than creating the Illusions to be visible"

"Well there is a basic spell that works like that but it needs you to touch the enemy's head for some time for it to work, It's called "nightmare" and since I have only one book of it I will only part with it for no less than 2 silvers"

Darknym bought the spellbook and after touching it the with a ping! sound a message appeared.

-Do you want to acquire the spell nightmare?-

-Yes- -No-

He pressed yes and another message appeared

- You don't have enough Intelligence and -

- wisdom to learn the current basic spell-

Well it's not really a problem at the moment as long as he doesn't kill anyone, he won't drop inventory items.

"Do you have spells which I might be able to use?"

The Old man moved his staff and a screen appeared in front of Darknym showing many spellbooks in rows of of ten and said while doing a gesture

"Suit yourself"

They were all basic books and there were around a hundred books each for a different spell, His eyes fell on the most easy to cast, they were four spells that were called "earth,water,fire and wind Marble" the spell was junk but it was the only spell that he could cast when he reached the 1000mp step, which is the minimal requirement for a spell and had no requirement for any of the three principles.

"I see you found them by yourself, those four are the basic spells to train your focus and concentration but you will need at least 10000mp to use them as they drain your magic every second"

"Well I will need them eventually"

Darknym was excited as he scrolled through the spellbooks looking for what he wanted as he found the curses series, they were totally useless in the game but for him they were exactly what he needed. Five books that blocked the five basic senses blindness,deafness,anosmia,muteness and anesthesia making them deadly if used right but for all you need to touch the target for a few seconds the least.

89 silvers left and 91 books to chose from, The next stop are the two illusion books the blur and Illusion copy, they might be just defensive spells but they can help in a battle non the less.

87 silvers and 89 books left, he selects four books, two from darkness and two from light, the spells are the simple darkness/light marble spells and the darken area and light flash spells, which he won't be able to use for some time as well.

83 silvers and 85 books left, he stops at two books that show promise healing marble and light heal spellbooks, they will sure come in handy.

Now he had 81 silvers left and he had only 25 books left unseen, not to talk about the time he had passed inside the library(around an hour) browsing the books, the last 25 books he was undecided to by or leave they were 6 missiles from the 4 basic elements and the light and darkness, 4 shields of the basic elements, 4 element creation spells(made dirt,water,fire,air appear out of thin air) , 5 mental spells from the order and chaos magic and the two spells "Sweet dream" and "telekinesis" of the greed series.

He still had 56 silvers left but he already had 43 unusable spells that took most of his inventory, he could only learn the four basic element marbles but he was unable to cast them.

"Thank you for doing business would you like to browser a wand as well or some other book to read on your journeys"

"Well I think I'm fine for now but I really would like to know my savior's name"

"Well I'm not much of a savior but come again if you want something, i would be glad to help with anything you need, just ask for Casper"

"I'll be sure to come back once the books begin to come in use, and maybe for some tips on how to use the next bunch of skills"

He had gained 4 intelligence just by learning the four elemental marble spells and 80mp that came with them, he now could gained 54mp with each meditation

They parted ways and Darknym went for the Blacksmith store, towards the opposite side of the town, it wasn't far but it still was a lot of walking.

The Blacksmith's was a small outdoors smithy with a small anvil on one side of his forge. There was a huge man with darkened skin hitting with fury a single piece of metal. He looked like an Interesting fellow, well mostly due to his brown Mohawk and earrings on his ear,nose and left nipple.

"I would like to follow the road of the blacksmith would you mind taking me as an apprentice"

The huge man frowned

"You should first state your name before asking favors of Bomid"

He said halfheartedly

"My name is Darknym, if it's not a problem would you consider making me your apprentice"

"You probably don't know since you just arrived but these lands are owned by a the Helllion guild, at first they ruled nicely but once the wars started they have been Imposing heavy taxes upon the inhabitants of their lands, while using the money to buy weapons and Items from outside, not long after the last raise in taxes few adventurers and traders come over while the pig of a lord and his crew are off doing war and monopolizing dungeons"

If you know anything of economy then you understand what he is talking about, greater Import than export makes the economy of the land to crumble and I'm sure the guild is not so weak as to fear an uprising or two since they are raising the taxes so shamelessly.

'Wouldn't it be solved if your quality is better than the outside source's'

Someone would say, but it clearly in not, why else order things from outside.

"I'm sure I can help you with that but only if you help me as well"

"How can a weakling who doesn't even know the craft help me anyway, just get lost"

"As you like, but it's you who will lose his chance to shine, as my ideas are worth their weight in gold"

He was about to leave when the blacksmith grabbed him by the hand and dragged him back to the space he called his store.

"If I was not desperate, I would have left you go but I need money and If your Idea works, I will not only teach you how to smith but also the art of enhancing weaponry that passes down my family"

Darknym was not sure that his Idea would work but they were good Ideas non the less.

"Since you know enhancing just bring me a few pieces of paper and a pen and I will design weapons and armors for you to make and sell, but know that you must only make them per my design, the reasons you won't understand"

He designed legendary weapons and armors on from other famous games, and wrote down their names and abilities. Lastly he wrote that all the Items had to be for players of less than 100level, that was in order not to have any competition as they would be cheaper than the overpowered counterparts others might make and usable by rich noobs who just started the game.

He showed him some sketches of the things he wanted him to make and Bomid just laughed at him and drove him away, in a most unfriendly manner.

Next thing Darknym did was go to the training hall take his dual daggers and begun mercilessly pounding the scarecrow until he shook off his tension and boiling rage.

Fayte just sat nearby and looked at him working out his tension for a moment he would have sworn he saw his eyes shining with an ominous light.

Darknym's mind couldn't calm with only that he was exhausted but his anger drove him even further he waited for the smith to leave for the night and entered his forge, the fire was still bright and he had all the time in the world,he had no hammer but he didn't need one for what he was about to do.

He hit the anvil with my bare hands as if hammering onto the forge. The pain he felt with each hit and the blood he spilled on the anvil would make most people scream from pain and terror, he didn't care his sadomasochistic tendencies played a heavy role in enduring that night but that's for another time.

Each hit of the hand on the anvil cost him some health points but he didn't care until it reached 50% and a bleeding effect took root but he continued hitting the anvil, his rage stat rose with every hit he did on the anvil.

After having spent 30min with 1 hp before Berserker rage burned out, he had accumulated enough rage to last him so long and when it burned out he died of bleeding.

As he was logged out he just went to sleep still full of tension and anger as well as a small feeling of regret and self-hatred.