Patricia Johnson
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In the lobby of a reasonably luxurious hotel, Otto spoke to the three people in front of him. All three paid rapt attention to his words. "You three have successfully cleared the difficulty of the first floor." A slight smile crossed his face. "Congratulations. For today and tomorrow, you three will be on break as a reward for your outstanding performance." He nodded to them, "I assume you each have some of your own pocket money now, or do you still need me to supplement it?" Julia and Elliott both…
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The three kids stood behind Otto's slim figure which didn't fully conceal them from view as the man across looked at them. With something akin to desire in his gaze. As Otto had pulled the attention of the big shots, the young lady in front tried to sneakily slip away. But as if her intention was discovered before she could act, her path was quickly blocked by the group of people who had been spitting at each other seconds before. In contrast to their previous demeanor, they now simply stared at her…
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The purpose of the recruiters was simple. To grab exiting challengers, forming teams composed of the strongest climbers in the Area. These faction recruiters were grateful for the . Here, it was exceptionally easy to determine which challengers stood out from the masses, revealing their promise and potential. Since though each landing represented a floor, each room represented a difficulty level, from basic all the way to extreme. A separate area in the pantheon existed for those who hadn't cleared…
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Otto had no words to say. Though he was used to seeing his status screen by now, looking at the numbers laid bare before him gave him a chance to reflect. On how far he'd come. In only two floors. These were numbers far beyond where he should be at this moment. Far beyond Area 1, even. It wouldn't be rare to see these types of numbers in Area 3. He even idly asked himself if the could truly pose a challenge to him like this. Of course, he knew that it wasn't possible for the to let him walk all…
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Otto's face was plastered in an expression of shock and stupefaction. He had never received a mission rating above 4.5, no matter how well he believed he did, even in his past life. In the , his rating before the mission enhancement was still only a 4.3. A 4.8….from what Otto understood, came pretty close to perfection. As far as mission ratings went, Otto didn't fully understand the intricacies involved in the judging. It was rumored that the used itself as a standard when judging for a 5.0…
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Soon, a new notification scrolled into Otto's view. It was Otto's reward for the achievement . Otto mentally agreed. He smiled to himself when he remembered the fact that he hadn't even gotten to his regular mission rewards even after he'd spent such a long time in the . An insanely long list of traits appeared in front of Otto. There were thousands upon thousands of them. They covered all sorts of circumstances. There were combat traits, related to the body, mind, magic, and energy. There were…
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Otto took a second to take off all of his equipment, then placed it in his storage ring. He first checked his status screen after the changes in his racial profile. Floor Cleared: Tutorial Class: Rainbow Caster Race: Enhanced Human II Profession 1: Alchemist Profession 2: Magic Arrayist Profession 3: None Profession 4: None Health: 535 —] 1337 (0.38 —] 2.28/minute) Stamina: 485 —] 776 (3.3 —] 8.25/minute) Mana: 14,580 (23.40/second) Strength 31 Agility 60 Stamina 33 Sturdiness…
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Otto once again looked around to find himself standing amongst walls, floors, and a ceiling all in a familiar shade of grey. He unconsciously relaxed his tension. This was the . There was no need to keep up his guard up here. He closed his eyes and meditated serenely while he waited for the notifications to arrive. To his surprise, he realized that he couldn't gather mana at all within this space. His brows furrowed lightly. He reached for memories of the past…only to find that he'd never…
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Otto knelt down on the dirt, controlling his heavy breathing. His body typically had a tough time getting tired. But for this event, he thought it was only natural. Including the Throskarts that were killed in Otto's initial firestorm vortex, there had to have been over 100,000 Throskarts present. He killed them all in under an hour. Even with so many Throskarts present, Otto's extreme mobility had allowed him to kill each of them with little resistance. Add on to the fact that these Throskarts were…
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Before speaking, Otto cast on the hundreds of watcher eyes that were closest to his position. He actually used a rather ingenious method of casting this spell, if he did say so himself. He only disrupted a single part of their mana circuitry, that which allowed the 'broadcasters' above to control what portions of 'video' were sent to the Throskarts in the audience. Basically, once Otto began to speak, those Throskart higher-ups could no longer stop the broadcast. The floor was his to speak for as long…
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