Andrew Thompson
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“What’s your world like?” Eury asked as they lay in the bed at the first rays of dawn. This was the first time Dallion had been asked. It wasn’t a question he expected ever hearing, making him think back to so many things he took for granted. Back then, he had spent a large part of his life imagining fantasy worlds that didn’t exist, playing games online to create the illusion of being there. Now he was here—a world in which people could do the impossible. “It’s different,” he said at…-
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“You came just for this?” The fury asked, sitting across Dallion. “I had higher hopes, since you passed through the gate.” “Does it matter? As long as I can pay, I can have anything. That’s what you told me during the last visit.” “A fool and his money are quickly parted.” The fury tilted her head to the side, then made a sign to one of the waiters. The man nodded and quickly rushed to the staircase. “Maybe I can convince you to go through another gauntlet? Your victory last time…
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The lunch crowd was gathering, but neither Dallion nor Aspan were doing anything about it. While customers were cheering to the served by Jiroh and the Luors, the rest of the inn’s staff were isolated in Hannah’s rather spartan room. Dallion sat silently in a small wooden chair, while Hannah was pinning the loose sleeve and trouser of Aspan. The copyette had to be transported to her room in a rather large jug to avoid questions, after which he had reverted to his humanoid form… minus the arm and…
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Copyettes rose from the ground one after the other. The more Dallion persisted with his music skills, the more the copyette cloned itself, each copy casting spells to the point that the nymph alone wasn’t able to fully shield him. The only option was for Dallion to combine his other existing skills and avoid attacks while also singing and playing his lyre. If the situation wasn’t so deadly serious, Dallion would have cracked a joke about being a better theatre performer than Gloria. There was sense in…
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A copyette general… Just looking at him was enough to show Dallion the difference between them. An air of confidence emanated from the copyette spanning millennia. Dallion could feel the weight of his opponent’s battles pushing him into the ground like a steel press. The outcome of any fight between the two was predetermined. A few months ago, Dallion would have tried going all out, believing his ingenuity might earn him a win. He had done the same when going against the chainling—doing so without…
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“Sorry, sorry,” Dallion quickly apologized to everyone in the room. “It’s Lux’s first time in the real world. He’s not used to it.” The explanation seemed good enough for most of the people—according to Dallion’s music skills—although there was one big exception. He could sense a mixture of anger and praise from the gorgon. If he were to make a guess, it was likely that she was simultaneously mad for not being in the loop… again, while also pleased with the sneakiness of his plan.…
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Changing bandages wasn’t something Dallion thought he’d be doing. With all battles being in realms and his body increased to level twelve, getting any injury was rare. The only time he had gotten a reminder was during his bugging. Since then, though, he had taken steps to improve to the point to be able to take care of himself in the real world. Even working at Eury’s shop, learning how to make ingots, proved wound free. The permanent effect received from his last battle had served as a clear sign…
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“That’s why I’m doing this”. It had taken him most of the evening to come up with the device—a means to see whether someone was a copyette or not without arousing suspicion. It had also taken him twice as long to construct it, which is why he had done so in his awakened realm. Now, once he was pleased with the result, Dallion had only to build it. The catch was he had to do so without anyone knowing, and that included Euryale. Technically, the chances of her being the copyette were close to…
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“Just this?” Hannah asked, looking at a small parcel on the table. It was difficult to make out details from the door, though one thing was for certain—the cloth that was wrapped round the parcel was weathered and torn in many places. Someone with keen hunting skills would even say that it might have been taken from the jaws of a wolf or other monster. “That’s all I found,” Jiroh replied. She didn’t sound pleased about it either. “I can try again, but—" “Not this close to the…
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The blades forming the protector’s wing shattered like glass, causing the creature to lose altitude. This was by no means a victory. Although wounded, the bladeler hadn’t lost its ability to fly. Blades from the other wing shifted, quickly reforming what was missing. “Lux, to the left!” Dallion shouted, fully aware of what was about to follow. Moments after, another line split the air. It was only thanks to Dallion’s splitting that he managed to plunge low enough to avoid the giant slice. None…
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