Patricia Martin
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Shortly after, the bell signaling the beginning of the next class rang out, jolting Lyrian from his musings. With brisk determination, he made a beeline for the academy's bustling canteen. Despite having nibbled on some meat jerky earlier that morning, his stomach growled in protest, demanding a more substantial meal to quell its persistent grumbling. Israthel, the rude classmate who hadn't given him much trouble during the first period, continued to maintain his distance. Nevertheless, his piercing gaze…-
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After winning his match, Lyrian was sent back to his solo sandbox room, which was like the game lobby. He could choose to start another match or do something else. His finger hovered over the rank button once again, but before he could click it, another message sounded from the BF voice. "Player would like to join your room. Accept/Decline." And then another one right after. "Player would like to join your room. Accept/Decline." 'Huh? One Shot and Blade... those sound familiar,' Lyrian…
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Lyrian exited the room without uttering another word to the peculiar individual. His growing frustration stemmed from his inability to fuse Yin and Yang within those confines, a task he had been eager to accomplish promptly. With no progress possible, he resolved to move to the room next door. Upon stepping into Alten and Leon's quarters, he quickly discerned the striking resemblance to his own. Alten and Leon sat perched on their respective beds, engrossed in conversation. As Lyrian entered, their…
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"Now that you've selected to attend Magia class, you have to show up starting tomorrow, since they admit you immediately. Don't forget that. Oh yeah... by the way, you have to attend a total of 6 classes during the year, so you have 2 more to choose. Make sure you choose wisely since that's what you will be stuck with for the rest of the year," Alten made sure to say to Lyrian as they arrived at their rooms. "We were thinking of trying the BF modules in our room. Care to join us?" Alten asked, turning…
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? Seeing Lyrian's eyes go to the side in thought, the old shop owner already knew what he was thinking. 'Thoughts of dishonoring the agreement huh? Pesky brat.' He joked to himself. "Now, give me your wrist," he said, pulling Lyrian's hand closer out of nowhere. He touched Lyrian's bracelet with a bracelet of his own. "What!? But I thought you said I didn't have to pay if I went with the second option!" Lyrian exclaimed in confusion. "Boy, that 1,000,000 Riftstone payment will only be called…
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Everyone else, apart from the shop owner, let out slightly astonished noises as they heard what he said. Lyrian was the most surprised and even a little offended. He was already in an irritated mood, and now he had to deal with this nonsense!? "What do you mean you aren't going to sell it?" He slammed his fist onto the counter, leaning forward as he brazenly stared at the old man with furrowed eyebrows. The old man, in a nonchalant and unimpressed expression, looked down at Lyrian's fist, and then…
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Lyrian's shadow suddenly expanded as a dark figure erupted from it. The mirage of black quickly disappeared as a white hobgoblin the size of a 2-year-old appeared beside his summoner. It looked around curiously, as Draco suddenly stopped, surprised by what he saw. With an eyebrow raised, he questioned Lyrian's ability. "You're a summoner? Hmm... that's a rare class. Impressive. But, it looks like you can only summon weaklings," Draco smirked. "I was going to ask how long it would last, but it seems I…
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The suited man chuckled nervously as Lyrian grinned at him. "Perfect. So, how do I access it?" After several seconds of explanation, Lyrian ended up inside the BF module tube. From his handprint, it had opened up from the bottom up, like a gaping maw. He stepped inside, where it was still very clean. Afterward, he was instructed to press his hand against the fingerprint detector inside the module. He did just that, and soon enough, the door began to close. The inside was comfortable. Dim lights made…
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The situation with the fake monks and Nevin was odd... but not odd enough to distract Lyrian and the other two from their goal of the day. Finally, they stood outside of the fair-sized Battle Forge shop. It had a modern design, sleek, and with white metal and slightly dark tinted windows. They stepped inside without hesitation and were met with a dazzling sight. Hundreds of BF modules were spread around the spacious room, all encased in display glass. Each one of them had their very own unique…
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On hearing Leon's explanation, Lyrian was still unsatisfied. He didn't like the idea that a simple thing such as status could be used in such a way, where robbing people in broad daylight was accepted. In fact, he saw it as a flaw with how Anaviotis ran things. "Hand over the damn Riftstones already!" the arrogant brat screamed, suddenly becoming angry. "W-Wait!" the man said, his tone nervous. He knew that if he made a wrong move here and offended the young student of the academy in front of him,…
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