Christopher Johnson
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❮ ◈ ❯ ⠀ ⦓ Equipment ⦔ – ⦓ Auxiliary ⦔ – ⦓ Consumable ⦔ ⦓ Skills ⦔ – ⦓ Vendue ⦔ ⠀ ❮ ◈ ❯ ⠀ Rakna went over each word in his vision before throwing an inquisitive look at Kaelith. She snickered and began, “Firstly, you have three different types of items you can buy. Equipment refers to weapons and armor. Auxiliary Items are what we call Magical Objects. For instance, magic pendants, rings, etcetera. More often than never, they have special effects that…
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“Firstly, I need to explain what this place is,” Kaelith began while spreading her arms open, waving at the many aisles around them. “This, as you’ve already guessed, is a shop. You can pretty much buy anything here as long as you have enough Talys. Though, of course, high end and one-off items are a lot rarer. They usually aren’t sold by the shop itself but by other Hosts.” “Like an auction?” Rakna inquired and she nodded. “Yes, that’s accurate. In any case, if you want to buy…
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When Rakna woke up, the first thing he saw was a spinning fan hanging from a white ceiling. He blinked several times until he suddenly felt something hitting his face. He grunted and picked up whatever was obstructing his view. He was met with the bright blue eyes of Pronos who was staring at him in what seemed to be glee and relief. Rakna scowled. He was actually quite confused. He sat up and looked around before expressing his insightful reaction, “What?” For the lack of a better description, he…
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❮ ◈ ❯ ⠀ Name: None Age: 2 | Level: 10 Race: Nine Tailed Wolf (Cub) ⠀ Attributes: Strength: 10 | Endurance: 7 Speed: 8 | Dexterity: 4 Intelligence: 9 | Luck: 4 ⠀ Statistics: Stamina: 36 | MP: 90 Swiftness: 34 | Agility: 16 Senses: 42 | Atr Cap: 42 Attack: 55.5 | Defense: 31 Magic Attack: 27 | MP Regen: 0.54/min ⠀ Proficiencies: – Bite (Lv. 8): +80% Attack when biting. – Tracking (Lv.4): +20% Senses while tracking. ⠀ Magic Skills: – Fire (Lv.3): +30% Magic…
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The moment Rakna came out, a salve of arrows was shot his way. He immediately rolled away while intercepting a few of the projectiles with Sonata. His eyes calmly scanned the surroundings. The Kobold Rider was located a few tens of meters away from him with the archers in line behind him. The Rider was barking orders like a maniac, probably telling his subordinates to shoot. From the creature’s perspective, when Rakna came out covered in blood, it had been struck by a sudden feeling of doom realizing…
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Rakna nodded in satisfaction when he read the attributes of Azure Sonata. This weapon was a gift from his uncle for having completed his training. Pronos made a full circle around the blade of the spear with wide, curious eyes. Rakna snorted and grabbed the shaft with two hands before twisting it. The entire frame of the weapon crumbled and glowed before turning back into a scarf which he calmly put back around his neck. ‘The old man really outdid himself with this one,’ Rakna inwardly thought. ‘No…
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Going down the stairs, Rakna mulled over how he could bypass the kobolds’ sense of smell. The sounds of his footsteps echoed for a minute before he finally decided on his next course of action. He exited the staircase on the second floor of the building and quietly made his way toward his classroom. He asked Alexa and she told him that the state of the school was the exact same as it was before the transfer, personal objects included. When he opened the door, Rakna spotted his bag and pulled two things…
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Rakna woke up and promptly propelled himself to his feet. His eyes looked right and left and his body tensed. His mouth was forming a flat line as he inspected his surroundings. He still had a headache but he completely ignored it. “Shit,” he cursed as he confirmed some things. First of all, Flavia was nowhere to be seen. He was sure that he had managed to save her so he decided to put that in the back of his mind for now. The next thing confused him to no end. He was back on the roof somehow and the…
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A young man with black hair was lying down on top of a high school’s roof. His unnatural, but stunning purple eyes were focused on the many holographic news that were projected by the drones that flew above the city. He wore black pants and a black leather jacket over a white shirt. He seemed to be around eighteen years old but everything about him exuded a mature feeling. His body was evidently fit and his facial features were sharp whilst being very dismal at the same time. Overall, no one could deny…
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White turned to black. Warm turned to cold. Smiles turned to lines. Tears turned to blood. I watched. Confused, alone, scared, lost… Then, something grabbed my hand. I looked down and saw my own arm being torn away. I cried in pain but it was cut off short as something grabbed my other hand. Then, my legs, my eyes, my skin, my very bones, even my heart… I drowned in…
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