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Lone nodded, quite happy with the progress of his evening activities and his focus on the rooftops as he strolled through Krieg Moor's streets. Sadly, Sophie hadn't gained Sex Mastery despite her vigorous attempts, though her Charm Resistance had levelled up which was as good a consolation as any. Lone shook his head as he lost sight of the camouflaged dwarves following him for the umpteenth time. He had visited the guild earlier that morning to get Guildmaster Hilda to fulfil her promise and hit his…-
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And that was everything for only the first of Hilda's two attacks. Lone sucked in a sharp breath of air while he practically vibrated with joy. The notifications for Shield Mastery kept going and going until finally, they stopped 13 levels later. At this point, he was only a couple of ruptured organs and some shredded muscles away from being in perfect health again. Just like with Shield Mastery but even worse this time, dozens of skill notifications blocked Lone's sight.…
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"SS-ranker at the higher stage?" Lone raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?" Hilda shrugged dismissively. "SS-rank spans fae level 1,000 tae level 2,499. 'At's ah lotta levels, aye? Folks 'ave decided it's wise tae split each rank above S into lower, middle, an' 'igher stages tae get ah vague sense ah level. Not like level means much beyond identifyin' 'ow close ya are tae needin' enlightenment, but borin' people dae borin' things wae their free time." "Ah'd feckin' 'ope so considerin' ma 4,320th…
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Hilda swore under her breath as she stumbled out of bed wearing nothing but her sleeping shorts. It could get pretty stuffy down in the strongholds of the Farwinds without access to the right enchantments. While she was a guildmaster, she wasn't exactly swimming in gold, so her compromise was to simply sleep in almost nothing. She waddled through her home like a drunkard before reaching her front door. "Why're ye slammin' yer fist on ma door this late in tha evenin'?!" she yelled through the brass…
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It didn't take long for the dwarven woman to catch up to Lone on the stairs given how slow he was walking thanks to his Blood Clone's limitations. He just smiled wryly at her as he gestured with his head to the Blood Clone. "This lovely little blob can only move so fast. Gives you time to get a crowd gathered and arrange a betting pool though, right?" The adventurer didn't reply for a moment. A complex look crossed her expression before she signed and stormed off, straight down to the second floor and…
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The first thing Lone did before leaving was slit his wrists again to collect some more of his blood. He didn't stop until he had ten litres of the stuff. He didn't want to use the blood he had set aside for his True Contract Magic so that's why he'd opted to just create a new supply. He was pretty happy Basic Regeneration didn't need any sustenance from him to work. He didn't really care where the energy needed for the skill came from so long as it didn't force him to eat mountains of food for each battle…
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"How can I help you?" the employee asked of him. "I'm Lone Immortus. Here to pick up my new silver plate?" Lone replied. The dwarf nodded and said, "I'll be right back in a moment to go get it for you. Do you have five to ten minutes for me to explain what you can do with the plate?" Lone answered, "Sure." He was in a hurry to get back to the hotel to relax with Soph and Breena as well as to earn the Blood Clone skill, but he could wait a bit longer. As soon as the employee entered the third floor's…
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The exciting new prospect of an adventurer was holding his chin in deep thought, clearly trying to ponder over a decision of sorts. Still, that kind of attitude was just what he was looking for to help him complete his life's dream. Sure, the boy couldn't use magic now despite being able to in the past for whatever reason. That would be a roadblock, but not an insurmountable one. All Oror wanted was hope for his species, who was he to decide that magic was the only way to achieve that? Just as Oror was…
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Lone approached the credit slate with his excitement on full display, though it wasn't like he was paying attention to anything in the room but the metal slate. Now he could finally look up so many of the skills he had theorised existed but that he had yet to earn himself. Just as he got in front of the large artefact, the runes plastered all over it shifted and morphed into English letters he could understand, clearly showing the device likely held a massive lexicon of languages both native and foreign…
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Guildmaster Hilda put the artefact cube away for the final time as she asked, "How long 'as it been since ye were summoned?" Lone frowned as he held his chin in thought. "A year or so? I don't exactly have a calendar, but yeah, about that long." Guildmaster Oror stepped forward, quickly closing the distance between himself and Lone. He put one of his massive stone hands on Lone's shoulder and smiled while he said, "It has to be one of your unique skills. What a truly unique skill it is to let one learn…
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