Christopher Martin
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"Ymir," greeted Priam as he entered the merchant's pavilion. "I trust that all is well?" "Everything is well, Lord Priam," smiled the elf as he stepped forward, clad in a Roman toga that showcased impressive bulging muscles. It was clear the merchant knew how to handle himself. "I see you've brought someone along." "Indeed. Ymir, meet Marquess Esmée, one of my rivals and a distinguished guest. Esmée, this is Ymir Saharn, a wandering merchant who's settled in Oasis." "Pleasure, Merchant Ymir," said…
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The wind blew in the right direction, propelling the catamaran toward the Dune of Pilat. With a firm hand on the helm, Priam steered the small sailboat. Beside him, Victoire remained silent, likely mulling over the information shared by the System. The quest provided not just one piece of intel, but three. Knowing the portal's location now only fueled Priam's determination to reach the airfield. Getting to Paris by any other means was out of the question. The woman on the beach was a Rank I corrupted.…
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Priam stared at Victoire before nodding. "As you wish." With a knot in her stomach, the young woman forced herself to smile. "What's the plan?" Victoire asked to change the subject. "The Tutorial started an hour ago,” said Priam after checking his watch. “We have a week to find a portal—a short time. There are a hundred on Earth, too few to search randomly." "The Tutorial is sponsored by someone," Victoire remembered. "We'll get our first reward in twenty-three hours. Could be the position of a…
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Before Priam's eyes, the holographic interface, visible only to him, flickered to life. Better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war. Time was freed, and the sun vanished behind the horizon. Priam read and reread the system message. Information was concealed within those words, and Priam didn't like what he understood. His girlfriend squeezed his hand, pulling him back to reality. "Do you think this is a prank?" asked Victoire. Priam banished the HUD with a thought and surveyed the…
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"My brother proposes an alliance between our two civilizations," Esmée said, avoiding Priam's gaze. The response left him puzzled. "An alliance?" "A marriage," clarified Esmée. "Between you and me." Stupefied, Priam remained silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. His laughter lasted a few seconds before he managed to compose himself. Wiping away a tear, he took a deep breath to calm himself. "I beg your pardon, I didn't mean to be insulting. It's... I always thought it would be me…
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"I'd say I've read thousands of books, not tens of thousands. I wish I had, but school got in the way," chuckled Priam. "How was it?" Esmée asked, her eyes bright with curiosity. "School?" Priam shrugged. "It was nice, but I realized it too late. Spent fifteen years thinking it was a chore. I was quite the restless kid; sitting still for hours bored me." Esmée smiled fondly. "Twenty years later, the restless kid scares away monsters." Priam burst out laughing. "Yeah. Fortunately, books calmed me…
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Purchasing the three upgrades simultaneously, Priam closed his eyes and connected to Log-a-rhythm. Three days into his stay in Elysium, he had planted the seed offered by the System on the stump of a magical tree, the sole relic of a royal elf. By mixing his saliva with the seed, he had established a powerful and spiritual connection with the tree. Using Micro to cut off his external senses, Priam found the glimmer in his mind symbolizing the tree and reached for it. A curious instinct, the beginning of…
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Priam held a blueprint crafted by a professional architect, watching as changes unfolded. His father's career began with drawing electrical lines and telecommunication centers, then shifted towards schools, town halls, and eventually houses. While he lacked the perfect skills to raise fortifications, Priam didn't have a wyvern hunter diploma. Yet, that hadn't stopped either of the two men from excelling. "You've kept the location and length of the old rampart," Priam remarked. "If I alter that, the Sun…
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While sprinting, Gabrielle wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve. As she approached, the two hunters guarding the boar pen furrowed their brows. "Oh, it's little Gabrielle. Is there a problem?" "Open... the... pen..." The teenage girl could barely speak, her breath short. The two guards exchanged uncertain glances. Despite her status as an apprentice apothecary, Gabrielle was too young to command them. "I know you're not one to spout nonsense, but I need to know why," one of the two men…
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Eve jolted as one of her illusions heard the shout. Inside the camp, a child mounted on a pack animal stared at her. Ève grimaced, realizing she had been spotted. Reluctantly, Ève began to summon her aether. "Tymile, look ahead or you'll fall!" Her mother's call diverted the child's attention, and she turned with a clownish grace. Ève sighed in relief. She wouldn't have to trap the child in an illusion. At that age, the long-term consequences could be dramatic. The young woman continued on her…
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