Sarah Jackson
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Zell stood in the busy city, various races and characters pacing around; most were NPC; however, some players began to browse the shops, only to be angry that they needed to be level 20+ for any gathering or crafting jobs. "Zell! Where are you? I miss you~ Anya will die without your deep love inside her!" Anya sent a slightly normal message from her through the rings; thankfully, there was no image function, as she liked to send lewd photos often, which distracted him. "Ah, I am a little busy; I…-
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Zell was shocked by the sudden changes in the old man; he shot from the other side of the table and began to hold him down, huge palms grasping his shoulders, almost breaking them as his bones creaked loudly. 'Eh? Why is this old man so crazy?' "Tell me the name!" Baal's voice wasn't angry but rather seemed desperate and hopeful. Ball's old body began to change slightly, maybe because he lost his focus or became emotional, almost doubling in size with bulking muscles filled with thick veins. 'Let's…
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The old man stood quietly, his body a little exhausted from the crafting; in the many years since he lost his wife, he fought against those that killed his best friend and tried to locate his sister. When he realised Zenovia was already in the goddess seat, although she couldn't kill the man who killed Zelgan, she could at least alleviate the pressure on those like him and Baal. Still, through the years of constant fighting, even though a demon isn't invulnerable, his core was damaged when he fought…
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Zell turned towards the elderly man; he seemed a little older than before he began crafting; although Zell knew the human form of gratitude, he was clueless for a demon, so he gave a humble bow, with his honest feelings pouring from his body. Delight, happiness, joy, deep appreciation, and gratitude for what the man gave him. "Honestly, I am so thrilled, and right now, my mind and body are filled with the passion for going out there, starting from scratch and crafting weapons and items to use all this…
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The blacksmith spent several hours, Zell glued to the movements and abilities of the old man's blacksmith techniques, before suddenly, after hours of silence, a hoarse old voice filled the room. "Take it!" His old wrinkled hands, dark black skin with countless scars and bumps from what seemed to be his hard work and long life. 'Why does it feel like he probably has a super handsome form, that this old man image is just his hobby?' Zell thought as he observed the blade with entranced eyes. A large…
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Meanwhile, back in the game, Zell walked along the busy streets of the city, his eyes browsing the various NPC stores, wondering where these items came from in the past; he now knew that the NPCs could act on their own to a certain degree as long as players weren't around and they were not a quest giving NPC, those would receive benefits for waiting around though. 'Ah, what should I pick? Smithing, enchanting?' Zell never had the luxury of choosing his crafting class before, forced to take herbalism and…
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Inside a dark rectangular room filled with dark power and ancient magic, towering stone walls with macabre artwork of torture and vanity spread along them. A ceiling which seemed to stretch towards the sky, with intricate carvings and tapestries along the pillars and ceiling, depicting scenes of dark battles against the divines and the successful demonic conquests. The air was thick with a slight fog and scent of burning incense, only a dim light flickering along the castle walls with dark green torches…
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Inside a dark rectangular room filled with dark power and ancient magic, towering stone walls with macabre artwork of torture and vanity spread along them. A ceiling which seemed to stretch towards the sky, with intricate carvings and tapestries along the pillars and ceiling, depicting scenes of dark battles against the divines and the successful demonic conquests. The air was thick with a slight fog and scent of burning incense, only a dim light flickering along the castle walls with dark green torches…
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Zell discovered that after he evolved his race, the quality of his blood and fluids increased greatly, and any humanoid or beast that took in his fluids would have a high chance of surrendering to him. Thus, he planned to use these to create a powerful guild of non-humans and NPCs slowly. 'I wonder if my own thinking is wrong, let's consider helping people like that boy and his sister. They should probably be quite strong by now. Let's have Cynthia look for them...' His reason for choosing NPCs over…
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A week passed since his duel against the avatar of Tellurian Zell sat in a small building inside the new town built in the former ruins of Europa VII. 'Things have progressed quite smoothly since that failure.' Zell looked outside the window, and a small city began to appear, not fully repaired, but a blacksmith, miners guild and the important adventurer's guild appeared. "Finally, I can finish that damn initial quest that most would have finished weeks ago!" He exclaimed with a slight sign. Behind his…
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