Jennifer Smith
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Far, far away from the small and mildly isolated kingdom of Milindo, in a desolate abandoned ruin that somewhat resembled a temple nestled away in the depths of a forgotten forest of 300-meter tall trees, energy stirred. In this forgotten recess of Altros something was happening, something both extremely unique and something incredibly odd. Cloud-resembling runes which covered the temple's crumbling walls were spurred to life as a sky-blue essence seeped out of them and began coalescing towards the…-
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"It's time," the loud voice of the guide yelled at Lone from the other side of the waiting room. Gilbert had returned to the grandstands after his rather emotional chat with Lone, leaving the foxkin to meditate on his own. Nodding slowly, Lone got up. He stretched lightly and checked his status as he walked towards the room's exit - the one that led to the colosseum's arena. "Huh? Of course it's the hero," the guide said with disdain in his tone. "You're lucky to have a chance to fight him.…
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Screams of horror and yells of fury-fuelled anger filled the arena, all of which were directed at Lone or in response to how he had treated the prince - who, at this point, had lost consciousness. Lone felt both massively satisfied and completely overwhelmed with regret. His thoughts were stopped by an overwhelming pressure suddenly enveloping his body. "Gah..." Even grunting was a struggle when he felt the full weight of 5 SS-ranked auras press down onto him quickly followed by dozens of S-ranked…
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Lone exhaled deeply as he considered his plan going forwards. He hadn't even really used the telepathic function of it and honestly, he'd rather not talk to Soph or Sophie right now. He was scared one of them might convince him to change his mind on what he was planning to do from here. Lone's time meditating came and went. When he checked his status to confirm how much time had passed he'd gained 75 SP meaning the break this time was only 15-minutes long. Regardless, he proceeded out of the…
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Lone glanced around, taking in the remaining challengers in his waiting room. Lone found the spot he had meditated in previously and happily crossed his legs and closed his eyes. He hadn't consumed any SP in his fight with Clicker since before they could even get serious the old man's hip supposedly started giving out. It was a boring fight, sure, but it helped Lone conserve some of his SP. He was still hopeful that he wouldn't need to use skills when leaving the kingdom but if his life in this…
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"Number 382! Number 47! Number 754! Number 301! You're all up!" a well-built man wearing the uniform of the colosseum's workers yelled across the waiting room. Lone slowly opened his eyes. He quickly peeked at his status to see how much of his SP he'd regenerated during his meditation. He slowly shook his head. Regardless, he cleared his mind. 150 SP wasn't much but it was 150 more than 0. It would have to do and, hopefully, he was worrying over his SP for nothing. If all went…
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Lone wanted to do nothing but keep his head low and focus on the coming battle but he couldn't help getting distracted by how simply magnificent the interior of the colosseum was. Banners with the flag of Milindo and the insignia of the royal family lined the walls and the grandstands as thousands of voices roared and cheered. A man with a magically enhanced voice spoke over them and detailed the few stand-out participants in Lone's group while the people around him casually and rather happily waved…
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Soph slowly peeled her eyes open as a yawn escaped her lips. "Mmm? Lone?" A bit confused to not find him laying next to her she looked around the room only to find him sitting at the end of the bed hunched over with his chin resting on his clasped hands. "Lone?" she asked as she crawled over the bedsheets to lean against his side. "Morning," he responded a bit absentmindedly. "Are you okay?" Soph asked in concern. "As okay as I can be considering the tournament starts today," Lone answered.…
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"Hah!" Lone yelled as he slammed his wooden swordspear against the practice dummy. Sweat flew from his exposed arms and his face as he jumped back and then closed in again to strike once again. This time Lone spun on his heel to deliver a surprise attack to the dummy's flank. Both the dummy and the wooden swordspear were heavily dented during the impact and splinters flew everywhere. The dummy, however, bounced right back as if it were some sort of roly-poly doll. 2 full weeks of almost…
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"Sorry. Peter it is," Lone said. "Uh, what are the two requirements?" Peter raised one of his digits as he smiled from ear-to-ear and he then said, "First, you must name her." Lone exhaled in relief mentally. That's a more than ordinary request. "She doesn't have a name yet?" he asked as he looked at the pudgy animal curled up in his arms. Peter shook his head. "Not one of the world, no. No one has granted her one. Do you have any names in mind?" Lone furrowed his brow. "I honestly don't…
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