Robert Moore
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---Beta, Thres--- A caravan of battered trucks and carriages was creeping along the steaming mountain ridges. Claw marks and other signs of battle covered the vehicles that were barely running at walking speed, but they kept slowly drawing closer to Thres. Mike lamented Adam's preparations. The rescue team from Thres had put everything in place in a short amount of time. Not only had they infiltrated Emerald City and gathered information, they had also procured ample space for the people they saved and…-
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With a worry more, Seth returned to the workshop. Stuff just kept popping up from everywhere, at least the other troublemakers were not of as much concern. Mary and Leana told him about reports of individual cultivators being seen on the outside and making a scene here and there in Detla, but it stayed civil so far. There was no direct news about Spatia's moves and apart from the imminent change of Chrona's representative, there was also no news on that front. Delta was rather calm, as the interim…
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---Unclaimed Mountains, Emerald City--- In the dim corner of a pub not far from the lively main roads of the city, sat and told a story. It was a popular one that came with the last groups of people, who all had the same thing to report. It gave hope to the people, stuck in the dreary, heated mountains. As glamorous as Emerald City seemed, the lives of the people were dark and seldom with hope. Without many electronics, they hungered for entertainment. They gambled, they drank, and they listened to…
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Even in the night, Emerald City was shining in bright neon colors, hiding the unfathomable darkness it was built on. Mike watched the mesmerizing scenery flit by, as they rode the convoy to Adam's hideout. To this point, he had only seen Delta and the small, central district could not compare to this kind of spectacle. Especially not recently. The group of trucks filled with people drove to the edge of Emerald City. This neighborhood was not as glamorous and the biggest light source was the dim…
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“Ah, sure.” In front of the dazzled demon, Mike simply stabbed Whitehilt into the gap between the door and the frame and slashed down, severing the bolts of the lock. Tano cleared his throat. “You are lucky these doors aren't secured with an alarm...” he mumbled embarrassed to have taken so long and took the lead going in. “About the way to contact Minas Mar...” Mike returned to the topic. “Can't you see I'm on a mission? You can return with me to our base. You have to go there anyway if…
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“Hoen, I need your help with something.” Not even an hour had gone by after Seth succeeded in making the bronze, when he appeared at the neighboring workshop, asking for the help of one of his dwarven colleagues. It was already late, but he found that the dwarf was still in. Hoen was from a world, where dwarfs held a more modern perspective on their craft. He was also the one in charge of creating the lower-level items for the Bronze Anvil since he was the one with the knowledge surrounding magical…
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---Minas Mar--- The golem production was in full swing, however, Seth took a small break, leaving the insertion of souls to Cerberus, while he had to follow an idea of his own. The fact that the size restriction of the Golem Forge was lifted simply would let him alone. How much of a torment was it, every time he tried to make massive golems? Because of this, they were forced to loot many of the bodies they brought from the Colossal Dungeon, without being able to use even a single one, up to now. It…
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---Unclaimed Mountains, Emerald City--- “Urgh, finally...” the staggering figure moaned when he finally saw Emerald City in the distance. He couldn't count the days he had been walking to finally reach Emerald City. The fight with the people who called themselves Apiaries was harrowing, as they were crying and begging for mercy as they kept attacking him viciously. Unless he dismembered them completely, they also kept standing up. Even their severed heads would keep begging and asking for…
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“Scrap Armors,” was Simon's quick and cost-effective solution. “Scrap Armor?” Seth asked, to make sure he understood the priest correctly. “Hmm, yes. As you know, the Pathworks are not the most peaceful place. There are hundreds of wars across hundreds of worlds raising the demands for items at all times. It might take a week or two to get over 2000 full sets of new armor, even if your requirements are not high. But it's a different story if we are talking about scrapped items. All of these…
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~This is not my fault! It’s your stupid skill!~ Neloth, the alchemy table, failed to make a true Journeyman potion despite having craftsman lv.8 . Why? Something Seth had not foreseen, was the fact that all his crafting stations started off with restriction. Most prominently: they could not exert abilities that were above his own skill level! Since he was just an adept alchemist, there was no way for Neloth to succeed in a journeyman recipe! He had just put an almost master-level soul into his skill,…
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