Andrew Thompson
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“Dal!” the innkeeper shouted. “Got a chipped mug here.” “Be right there,” Dallion said, making his way to the table in question. Being an awakened in the city had turned out to be very different. Back in the village, people were in awe of the achievement, even if they were afraid to show it openly. Here, Dallion was treated like a Rockstar, or at least like someone with IT skills after a major system’s update. Non stop people would slam mugs and glasses, kick chairs, and occasionally carve…-
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Dallion returned to the real world, still gasping for air. The “test” had proven to be far more exhausting than he had expected. At first, he thought it had been deceivingly easy—he had faced bigger opponents for longer amounts of time, and with fewer points in body. With March, though, the exhaustion seemed to have a delayed effect, reaching its peak minutes after the fight was over. Given his poor performance, Dallion wasn’t surprised at the stares he got. What surprised him was the silence that…
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The “evaluation room” was in the basement of the building. When Estezol initially took Dallion there, the boy expected it to be an enormous underground area full of traps and dungeons. Instead, the room he was brought to was only marginally bigger than his room at the inn. Shelves of cubes, spheres, and pyramids covered the walls. In between there was the occasional wooden cabinet with tomes of books, and the occasional scroll. Three people sat in one corner, playing a game that Dallion could only…
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Few things could compare to the joy of waking up in a comfortable bed. After a week in the wilderness, Dallion was finally able to appreciate the pleasures of clean sheets, soft pillows, and a complete lack of insects. What was more, the room was specifically designed with awakened in mind: everything was spotless, there were no creaking boards, the sheets and covers were meticulously soft, and there weren’t any disturbing odors to be felt. Apparently, the practice of awakened helping out with chores…
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It was said that there were things in existence that were indescribable. Nerosal wasn’t one of those places, but it was pretty close. Dallion had been in some pretty big cities when he had been back on Earth. Some of them were crowded, some of them were wide, but none were exactly like what he was looking at now. Clusters of towers shot up from clusters of houses separated by parks, forests, hills, lakes, even a lone mountain in the distance. Near one of the lakes, on top of the tallest city Dallion…
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Sun, wind, and earth... those had proved to be the greatest enemies Dallion had had to face as he made his way through Countess Priscord’s lands. So far, he had improved his shoes three times, and they still could barely withstand the harsh soil under his feet. And that couldn’t compare to the humid heat that wrapped him like a blanket. When he had left Dherma village, Dallion had thought it would be a cakewalk to the nearest city. Having gone hiking several times back on Earth as a child, he was…
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It seemed that unsealing someone was treated as a trial in its own right. That was a relief. It meant that even if Dallion ever lost a battle that wasn’t the end—there was always a chance of him being unsealed. In less than a split second, the boy was back in the real world. The temptation to experiment with his new skills was enormous. After all, it would only take a moment. There were enough items in this room alone for him to increase his skill by five more at least. However, he resisted. Any…
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There was something ominous and sad about the rectangle. Dallion felt a chill just looking at it. So that’s what happened to someone who lost their powers. He had heard the explanation several times, but this was the first time he saw it in person. “How?” Dallion’s mother asked. It had been decades since she had last entered this place. The memories had been so painful that at one point she had stopped trying. Eventually, years later, she had almost forgotten how to enter at all. “A guardian…
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A cub of destruction… of all the things Dallion could have gotten, he expected that the least. It wasn’t as good as a skill, but definitely better than a stat improvement. According to what the rectangle had stated, it had the power to create cracks on objects—something which Dallion was definitely going to test out. To his amusement, the first thought that came to mind was that old YouTube from a Charles Chaplin movie. With Dallion’s awakening skills and the cub, he could earn infinite money by…
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The instant Dallion squeezed the trigger, the guardian shifted to the side. The creature was fast, not the clunky motion that Dallion had expected. The bolt flew wide by half a foot, but that didn’t matter. While it would have been nice if the golem had taken another hit, Dallion’s main goal was to get closer. Three green shield markers appeared. Instinct made Dallion choose to place his buckler in the one to the back. This time he was lucky. The Guardian’s fist smashed against the small shield,…
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