Andrew Thompson
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Events in the real world weighed heavily on Dallion. Somehow, several things had managed to pile up, increasing his psychological pain exponentially. The core issue was, of course, Euryale. At first, Dallion had no idea why things had ended up this way. A few days ago—which corresponded to months true time—everything had been perfectly fine. He and Eury were in this very realm, exploring the world as part of March’s expedition. Since then, things had changed tremendously and not in a good way. At…-
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The only people visible in the streets in the early hours of the morning were guards. However, these were not city guards, but the countess’ personal troops making sure nothing harmed her… including city guards. Dallion didn’t need to know the politics of this world to tell that the two groups didn’t like each other. Keeping that in mind, Dallion made sure to keep his distance on his way to the Icepicker guild hall. This was the first time Dallion had gone into the building this late. From what he…
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The shock hadn’t come right away. Too many unusual things had occurred after Dallion’s first battle for him to react adequately. Chief among them were the rectangles appearing in the real world. That was absolutely not supposed to happen. To make it even more ominous, to Dallion’s alarm—or relief depending on the point of view—no one else had seen them, not even his echoes or familiars. As far as they were concerned, the only difference was a new stat and achievement appearing within the rooms of…
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Ten minutes after the start of the tournament, three quarters of the fights were already over. When it came to awakened battles, time was viewed differently. Even after being requested to be “as slow as possible,” a battle reached its natural end in about ten minutes. Some of the veterans knew better, deliberately extending the fights longer, but even they didn’t go past fifteen-twenty minutes. Back on Earth, no one would allow any form of entertainment to last for such a short amount of time. Here,…
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A clap from the countess marked the first round of fights. The moment the sound emerged, all one thousand and twenty-four contestants charged into action. That was the reason why so much care had gone into the selection process. If the opponents were too mismatched, the fight would end in less than a second, making its entertainment value negligible to say the least. That was still a possibility, thus the many simultaneous fights. It was an interesting and effective self-regulating process. The more…
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Cheers filled the air, marking the countess procession throughout the city. Dallion could pretty much determine the path she was taking. It would have been better if he could actually see her, but for that, he’d have to wait a bit longer. At breakfast he had checked the tournament ring, only to find out that he was required at the arena immediately. Once there, he was quickly approached by someone and taken to one of the preliminary waiting rooms. There, as it was explained, Dallion was supposed to wait…
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Simple choices were always the most difficult. Dallion had all the information he was going to get. There was a single partial unknown, and yet he felt unable to make a choice. So far, the echo had suggested three options. The problem was that each of the options made sense. If Dallion had double the amount of chips, he’d just increase everything. Pretty much that’s how he did things so far, but that wouldn’t solve the problem. Fear of missing out… Back on Earth, Dallion had read many blogs on…
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The day of the Nerosal Festival came with thunder and bright lights. The first salvo of fireworks filled the sky at the crack of dawn, filling the still dark sky with light of all colors. These were not the fireworks that Dallion had occasionally seen be released during the week leading up to this day, they were on a whole new level. Back on Earth, even the best firework displays created a little more than pattern combinations in the sky. Here, it was like watching someone paint pictures in the sky with…
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No one noticed Dallion as he sneaked his way down the staircase back to the training room in the basement. As far as anyone was concerned, he had only left the guild hall for a bite. The only thing that could link him to the sword was the new wave of hunger that was going through him—wanting food so soon after having lunch was a sure tell that he’d done something suspicious. Training continued as before. Dallion spent the next hour reading, after which he lost patience and entered into his awakening…
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It took several seconds for the explanation to seep in. When it did, a sense of euphoria flooded through Dallion. There was no telling what the gains were until he went back into his realm, but there certainly was something, and it was higher than his current level allowed. So, the power that was had decided to grant him knowledge of the skill after all. The sound of horns filled the air—a reminder that the gremlins outside were on their way to the city. Not only that, but the few that had remained were…
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