Andrew Thompson
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Upon returning to the real world, Dallion had enough time to catch up to Vend and the rest. After a few minutes of hesitation, he did just that. The group had engaged in a discussion about areas and area guardians with Veil sharing his experience and Vend giving out a few pointers. Gloria tagging along a few steps behind. Dallion could see—thanks to his music skills—that the conversation was boring her. He could also see that something was worrying her. “Not the most organized job,” he Dallion…-
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The leveling up had changed the garden realm quite a bit. Emerald green pebbles covered the ground like an alien meadow while pillars of white rocks rose to the sky. Whatever sort of improvement this was, it wasn’t one that Dallion had seen before. According to the initial rectangles, the level of the garden had suddenly jumped to five. That meant four improvements by a noble with a single action. Becoming a noble was more than a carefully controlled club—it was proof of someone’s power. That’s…
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Shards of granite split the air, moving faster than the defense markers could keep up. Vend and Gloria had immediately dashed to Lady Marigold’s position, using their guard skills to block and deflect any possible threat. Veil remained in close proximity to the guardian, trying unsuccessfully to attract its attention once more. His attempts were strongly hindered by the air mesh that had thickened to the point that even Hannah’s sword had trouble cutting through. Meanwhile, amid all of this chaos,…
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“That’s a very nice harpsisword you have there,” Lady Marigold noted as the group rode in the carriage. It was an incredibly large carriage, more spacious and luxurious on the inside than an Earth limousine. What was more, there was a selection of expensive liquors near the noble’s seat, along with what appeared to be a belt of metal badges. From what Nil had said, those were opera plays performed by echoes. It was amusing to see that nobles went around with their own collection of songs and…
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There were a lot of things that sounded wonderful in theory. Being dressed entirely in gold, or silver, was one of them. Dallion had often wondered why such clothes weren’t as popular, given the wealth of some of the people in Nerosal. After all, the general had an entire room of gold sand that served no apparent purpose. When it came to clothes, though, gold was avoided, despite there being rolls of fabrics of it sold. Even Eury had “diluted” the gold strands in the clothes she had made him with…
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The interior was different from what Dallion remembered. It wasn’t a matter of a new coat of paint or the odd furniture addition here and there. The entire space seemed completely changed to mimic the Gremlin’s Timepiece, provided the inn was made exclusively out of wood. Dallion slid his fingers along the wall. It felt pleasantly warm, welcoming, encouraging him to relax. That wasn’t just an illusion. Thanks to his music skills, Dallion could see the emotions vibrating all over the walls and…
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Combat scouting… two simple words that were more exhausting than anyone could imagine. It was one thing to go on a mission without a reward. Every awakened who had mended an item or reached their level cap had gone, experienced that. This was different. The whole point was to gain information in the subtlest of ways in order to use it later. In many aspects it was closer to training, not to mention it was gruellingly difficult. In two hours, the group had engaged in seventy-one attacks. Having the…
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A block of annoyance wasn’t something Dallion would have thought to be more than a metaphor. That was before he found himself staring at one. As far as emotions went, looking at the garden guardian with his music skill was the same as having it color blue all over. The thought sent chills down Dallion’s spine. He was extremely fortunate that Nox had a positive attitude towards him. If the crackling had a mean streak, there would have been a lot of constant repairs required in his realm. “How do you…
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In a world of stones, it turned out that perception was key. From what Vend explained, the guardian was hidden somewhere in plain sight, waiting for the conditions to react. The problem was that “plain sight” referred to a realm that spread thousands of miles in every direction. There were some pillars, stone piles, separate stones, and an endless supply of pebbles that composed the ground. Each of those could effectively be the guardian—as Dallion knew well, size was also flexible in the realms.…
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“In effect, splitting is nothing other than possible paths for you to take,” Vend said. “Think of it as the flip side of markers. Markers give you options you react to. Splits show you the result of actions you take.” Dallion felt he could strangle Nil. However, since doing so would destroy the echo, he would have to restrain himself. “Okay, let me try explaining this way,” Vend said, looking at Dallion’s annoyed expression. “Think of it as going back in time and doing an attack…
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