Andrew Thompson
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The realm of the item was a closed system, as was expected. Polished steel corridors continued forward into darkness. That meant that no one had cleared even a single level of the sword. According to the initial rectangle, the item had seven levels—a bit more that Dallion was used to, though not by far. In that aspect, it was a huge relief that the item was a sphere item—having to fight special metal guardians was more than Dallion could handle, even with his current gear. The firebird poofed in,…-
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“Please don’t cause a scene,” the general said with a note of annoyance. “This isn’t a realm, and I really don’t want to ruin the chances of a rising star of the arena.” The threat had already been issued. The sad thing was that there wasn’t much Dallion could do. After fighting a semi-fury it was obvious he was no match against one, let alone two. And even if the city guard managed to arrive on time, the general was still going to slime his way out of the mess, leaving Dallion to…
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The pain came instantly, streaking the moment Dallion returned to the real world. Every muscle in his body felt as if it were on fire. The last time he had felt anything remotely similar was after a day of learning how to use his guard skills back in Dherma village. Dallion could barely push all his items on the floor before passing out from exhaustion. When he next came to, it was well into the night. The pain, though, was still there. “Argh!” Dallion said as he tried unsuccessfully to sit up from…
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Fireball was probably the best-known spell on Earth. Even those unfamiliar with roleplaying games had heard of it in one context or another. In the imagination of people, it ranged from a jokey puff of fire that could barely light a candle to a giant star of heated plasma that had the strength to vaporize mountains. In the awakened realms, it was the latter. Three more chunks of molten metal smashed into an island of the Vermillion, all having the same devastating effects. As significant as the…
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The instant Dallion entered the realm, his firebird familiar grabbed his shoulders, lifting him in the air. The reaction was quite sudden. Dallion didn’t even remember setting foot on the ground, being propelled in the sky instead. It seemed that the little firebird was growing up as well. After the expedition, Lux had become far more proactive, doing things to help rather than earn praise. Even Nox let out a meow of vague recognition. Down below, in an endless sea, the chain of seven islands remained…
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“Drink this after you finish,” Aspan placed a mug of jade liquid on the kitchen table. With the crowd in the inn, this was the only place left for Dallion to eat. After a brief but tense conversation with Hannah, she had allowed him to use the kitchen—provided he didn’t distract Aspan from his work—rather than allow him to eat in the guest rooms. Ultimately, that had turned out quite well. For one thing, it was impossible to distract Aspan. The copyette filled the kitchen with copies of himself,…
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Red rectangles stacked up as the harpsisword’s blade vibrated within the guardian. The first few, after the critical hit, were minor, inflicting next to no damage. With each second, though, the amount doubled. The metalin’s massive body shook. All spikes melted off, as the armor pieces made a desperate attempt to fill in any open cracks. The entire guardian suddenly compressed, shrinking by a quarter. Splitting into several instances, Dallion spun and twisted so as not to fall or be caught by any of…
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Since his arrival, Dallion had seen many guardians. After a few mishaps in Nerosal, he had made a point to read more about them in the ring library. The information had proved useful, though not as much as one would expect. In general, most awakened got to see most of the common guardians after a few months of item improving. All the rest described in the scrolls were like exotic creatures and curiosities that Dallion skimmed through, more out of interest than anything else. It was a good thing he had,…
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It was like lightning. Celia’s movements were on the verge of Dallion’s perception level. He would get a notion of what the woman was about to do, then it would follow almost simultaneously. In a matter of seconds, Dallion had already been wounded several times, reducing his health to eighty percent. The only way to cope was by using as much combat splitting as he could muster. Thankfully, his opponent wasn’t anywhere as good in that area. Based on her actions so far, Dallion assumed she could…
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The first applicants started arriving in the late morning. Unlike those sponsored by the guilds, the preliminary candidates all had jobs which they had to attend to, especially during the festival. According to tournament rules, a candidate needed to wait half an hour between battles. For that reason, Dallion and Gola flipped a coin to determine who would fight first. Dallion won. The battle was by far less intense than the first one. The challenger—a professional tavern awakened—didn’t seem all too…
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