Patricia Johnson
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Otto reached his stone house in under half an hour. Once inside, he took the chance to cut his new poison golem's mana line. Severing its connection with its previous superiors. The golem would now be his, and his alone. Morning was approaching quickly. Otto heard Jackal muttering to himself in a low voice within another room. He was probably trying to solicit the locations of high-value coins from his favorite audience helper. When Jackal heard Otto arrive, he instantly got up to greet him with a…
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Otto descended to the cave floor in earnest. He circled the pool containing his precious strengthening water, occasionally bending down to draw something on the ground with mana. Of course, he was using his favorite method to collect all this water: magic arrays. Otto devised a simple and efficient array to collect all of the fluid in this pool. It wasn't long before the ground around the pool was covered in abstruse, blue runes connected by a thin line. With a flex of his mana, the runes began to…
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Three-Digit #779 Consumable Auxiliary (2 uses) Supports one racial evolution. Only usable in the . Otto's eyebrows rose as he gazed at the bead. Racial evolution was no mean feat. As a fundamental enhancement of a challenger's race, it wasn't easy to find in the tower that primarily rewarded attributes for achievements. Most races that were brought into the world were low-ranking races. Humans, in particular, despite having many advantages, such as powerful fertility and endless ingenuity, were…
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The woman took out a glinting black dagger from her belt. Her eyes glinted with anticipation. She felt a bit sorry for the young Throskart, but that was it. This was a top secret operation. Nothing could be leaked. There were no exceptions. Even a person with her status would be severely punished should word of their experiments get out. Her dagger shimmered in the air as it ruthlessly stabbed down towards Otto's head. But Otto was long prepared. He silently dual cast two spells with his back…
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Otto cast within the confines of the tunnel. A forceful gust of air blew the poison mist upwards towards the surface. Otto narrowed his eyes to evaluate the poison's direction once again. It still wasn't enough. Mist was too hard to read. He cast again, pushing the poison out for the second time. Studying the poison's emergence. Several minutes later, after another four casts of , Otto's careful scrutiny paid off. He channeled downward once more, though at an angle this time. He believed he…
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Otto glanced indifferently at the bloody ground in front of him. Fifteen dead bodies of enemy Throskarts lay haphazardly in the middle of the camp. He was surrounded by another seventy or so enemies, subordinates of the leaders who just died. They looked at the shimmering patch air that moved like the invisible wind and killed their bosses. Their knees weakened. None dared to fight. One man shouted, "Escape!" Escape they did. Otto didn't bother to give chase. Their pitiful points weren't worth…
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"" Otto dual cast with to cover his enemies' vision. There were no visual effects tied to . As the thick fog already made it so that his enemies couldn't see. But every attacker still felt its presence immediately and irrevocably. Enfeebling darkness was a spell Otto's class had granted him after the . It was one of the five spells that, at the time, Otto hadn't had the required intuition to learn, alongside , , , and . He had not yet learned its unlimited version. Dark Element Level…
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Otto's eyes glowed as he looked around. The thin poison mist was omnipresent. It blended into the forest perfectly, snaking its way into the air, floating upwards as high as Otto could detect. The soil, the trees, the vines, the branches, the yellow and green plants…nothing was spared its pervasive breath. Poison coated every surface of the forest. Otto found it interesting that the plants survived contact with it. The poison covering their leaves clearly wasn't affecting them at all. Otto glanced…
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Elliott felt strong. Stronger than he had ever felt in his entire life. It wasn't because of the new spells Otto had given him to learn and use. It wasn't due to his attributes increasing after his physical training. It wasn't even because of the experience with combat that Ramesthes had instilled in him. No. It was because he had picked up a coin. Unlike the regular coins he came across which shone in a dim golden color, the coin Elliott had picked up was vivid gold, almost glaring. It was as if…
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The bead turned to dust in Otto's hand. The world stilled. Otto's heart beat once in the interval. Then, with no warning, a ripping pain shot through his forehead. A pain so great that no amount of pain tolerance could help him withstand it. A guttural roar tore out from his throat. It felt like his brain was being shredded apart, kneaded into dough, and then reformed anew. Which, in this case, wasn't all too different from the reality. Otto's eyes were red. The pain wasn't only sharp, like…
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