Andrew Thompson
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Returning to reality after a leveling was unlike what Dallion had experienced so far. After a while every awakened developed the ability to switch effortlessly between awakened realms and the real world. Naturally, the longer the time spent in the awakened realm, the more difficult it became to remember all the details after returning. That was one of the main reasons why most guild jobs had all participants sitting or lying down to diminish the confusion. Personal leveling was completely different. Not…-
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The chainling snarled. Not a single emotion was visible in it, yet Dallion knew it had nothing but hatred towards him and everything else in the world. Its only purpose was to destroy everything in sight… except its creator. Fear crept in Dallion’s mind. He looked at the dagger in his hand. Was this all he needed to create a monster of his own? As one of his exes would say, it was fifty-fifty. Either it would work out or it wouldn’t. Yet Dallion was most afraid of the things that would happen if it…
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Surrounded by a thousand fears sounded great as a fantasy book or television series. Having to face them in combat, on the other hand, was not so great. Even back-to-back with his echo, and all the advanced gear he had obtained, Dallion was starting to have difficulties. Defeating a single soldier was roughly as difficult as fighting a level ten guardian—they were intelligent, resourceful, and always helped each other. The worst part was that while fighting one, Dallion got a sense of what the fear was,…
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All of Dallion’s doubt vanished like fog at dawn. The voice was absolutely correct—giving in to his fears wasn’t the way he’d win this battle. Dallion was not a monster and had no intention of becoming one. As long as he knew where the line was and didn’t cross it, history wasn’t going to repeat itself. A sword swished at the height of Dallion’s neck. Even without markers, avoiding it was elementary and immediately followed by a counterattack. “Lux, blind him,” Dallion whispered. The…
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Seeing his grandfather on the battlefield froze Dallion to the core. This was the last person he expected to see. The former Village chief, he could understand, but his grandfather… that was something he wasn’t prepared for. “I see you’re doing well for yourself,” the echo of Dallion’s grandfather said. “In a guild and double digits. A bit disappointed you haven’t figured out forging yet. It took me less than a week.” “He’s only following in your footsteps, Kraisten,” Aspion said…
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World items… logically, it was almost a given they had to exist. With items being realms, and areas of their own vast domains, it was inevitable that there would be an item that would encompass an entire world. Now that he knew for certain, though, Dallion’s mind was on the verge of exploding with questions. What if the world he was currently in was nothing but an item itself? For all he knew he could still be back on Earth, while his real body was in an awakened pen or can of beer. Although this…
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The feast was definitely on the pricey side. Considering the gifts Dallion had received, as well as the help in completing the area job, he was more than happy to pay. The experience, though. Got him thinking. It was said that according to awakened etiquette it was rude to enter a realm during conversations. Dallion knew from firsthand experience how awkward that made things, and at the same time, he wanted to check on the harpsisword guardian. So, after a round of chatting, and once he had consumed…
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“What the heck is this?!” Veil yelled as the azure firebird flew near him. “It’s my familiar!” Dallion yelled back. “Don’t hurt it!” The last sentence was said moments too late to keep Veil from slashing through the creature. Fortunately, the blade passed through the flame, causing no harm whatsoever. Unphased, Lux perched on Veil’s head. The healing started immediately restoring the blond’s health in the familiar five percent increments. A tendril sneaked past the edge of the…
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As far as the world was concerned, cracklings were the equivalent of tooth decay. The stronger they became, the more the realm they were a part of decayed in the real world. If nothing was done, they would eventually become strong enough to overpower the guardian of the realm. When that happened, there was no leveling up. Instead, the item itself would die along with its guardian, leaving the cracklings to reign in the pieces or fizzle out into nothingness. The last remained unclear, or as Nil used to say…
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A whole world of stone pillars. There was something alluring in the simplicity of it all, possibly because it was so different from the city of Nerosal. In a way, it provided the freedom of the wilderness with the inherent dangers. Then again, the place came with its own very specific set of dangers—cracks. Unlike sphere items or minor areas, though, here they were considerably more advanced and better organized. Unlike Dallion’s previous experiences, they were in plain view, gathered in small clusters…
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