Matthew Thompson
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Brance shouted, causing Selene, who was hitting a heavy bag across the room, to flinch heavily. ]Cynrik solemnly said as he facepalmed at Brance’s overreaction. ] Inserting herself into the conversation, Selene asked. ] Tapping his fingers in the air as if using a calculator, Cynrik explained his logic to Selene. ] Looking over at Selene, Brance raised his hands helplessly into the air. ] Quickly changing the topics since math hurt his brain, Cynrik narrowed his eyes while looking at the wall…
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“YOU, YOU, YOU HAMSTER MURDERER! STUPID ASSHOLE BIG BRO CYN, HOW COULD YOU FUCKING HURT MY POOR BABY HAMMY? ” Gabby’s angry howls shut up everyone in the room as all the members of MyrkLys, except for Cynrik, stared at her slack-jawed and unable to respond. For several agonizingly long minutes, the only sound in the room was the aggressive pants of Gabby, who glared daggers at Cynrik. Cynrik, the target of the girl’s aggression, puckered his bottom lip against his top and looked between Gabby and…
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Walking over and taking a seat beside Gabby, Brance went over Benny’s profile one more time, and when he got to the line with his HP, Brance couldn’t help but sigh; even though his VIT stat was at 490, he only had 8800 HP and 4400 STAM, while Benny who had a stat of 474 was sitting at 10,260 HP. This was a direct result of the differential they had found out after the Sanfords reached Tier-1. Because of their bloodline stat boost, he, Cynrik, and even Selene would end up with less HP and MP in the…
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Brance said hesitantly while still manifesting a spike and making sure it wasn’t sharp, just in case. FWOOSHH, BOOOM, SMASH “OOOOOOOOOFFFF, MOTHER *GASP* FUCKER!” Without any warning, Brance released the , aiming it at point-blank range, right at Cynrik’s chest, and just as he predicted, Cynrik’s didn’t trigger, and he received the attack square in the chest with enough force to send him sailing right into a cluster of workout equipment. “Cough, Cough cough, what the fuck just…
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Sitting alone in the kitchen, Cynrik sighed softly and pulled up his stat profile, making him groan loudly. A simple glance at the chaotic spread of numbers was enough for Cynrik to nearly lose his shit, thanks to his little quirk called OCD. : Status : : Cynrik Ayke Jetlensr (Ivar the Boneless Ragnarsson): : Title – Perfect Foundation, Perfect Clear Expert, Reforged Body : : Demi-Human Male (90% Human, 10% Æsir): : Age-13: : Tier-2 : : Primary Class – (Empty) : :Former: Tier-1 Thief : (+2 To…
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Even though Cynrik’s tone was a mixture of anger and sarcasm, Brance didn’t step in. Instead, he was too busy scrolling through his list of Classes, double-checking if there was any Unique Class hidden within the hundreds of options. “Oi, little brother, you’ve been awfully quiet over there. Everyone except you has already voiced what class they are going with, leaving you the odd man out.” Stretching like a cat and resting his hands behind his head, Cynrik singled out Brance, who, up until this…
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With Gabby, Selene, and Cynrik in the kitchen making a mess as they divided the waffles into portions large enough for an entire family each, Benny and Brance sat in silence in the living room, both having different thoughts on their minds. The two were lost in thought over different topics; for Brance, he was trying to figure out what Subclass he wanted to choose. After picking the Miner class initially, which saw literally zero use. This time, however, he was determined to pick something he wanted…
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Grasping at her chest and thrashing about in pain, Melody fought against Benny, who was gently holding her and making sure she didn’t hurt herself in the process. Back in the Headmaster’s office, Cynrik wore a stern expression as he flipped through various sheets of paper representing a written agreement between MyrkLys and VSFA. Stepping over and examining the girl being held by a worried Benny, Brance quickly concluded what was happening to her. Sighing both in and out of the mind link, Cynrik…
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“DON’T LET HER ESCAPE, MELLY!” Controlling the Water Mana net, which had been scattered into droplets, Benny quickly reformed it into several long and lashed out, trying to capture Selene, who was still in her physical form. “Yes, ~Heed my Call, Heart of the mountains, Strength of the land, TERRA SPIRIT SUMMONING, CREATURE COME FORTH!~” Melody executed several hand signs, bending her fingers at strange angles while chanting. In response to her call, a brightly shining tan formation manifested…
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As Brance chased Selene around the Dorm with a broom in hand, Benny stood outside nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. Although he had spent time alone with Melody before, and she had even spent time with the group for lunch, this was the first time he invited her to join in on one of their daily training sessions. Benny’s mind raced at lightspeed as anxiety turned into full-blown panic, worried that the typical workload Brance and Cynrik expected of them would be too much for the girl. It…
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