William Jones
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Xin didn't know what to say. He was busy with his level shooting to five with just a single Crab. The EXP he got was in the hundreds, and his stat increased as his level increased as well. Xin read that the points added to every level-up depends on the race and class, but since he didn't have a class yet, his were completely random. He wondered if this would affect his progress later on. Xin shrugged the matter off. It was just a game. What could go wrong? The important thing was his stat was…
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When Xin took a step away from Flora, two players barged into his path. "Hey, there," |EXP is Life| greeted. "Can we have a bit of your time?" |Daoist Yun| added. Xin nodded. "Did that NPC gave you something?" |EXP is Life| asked. "We saw you talking to her, and she seemed to have shoved something into your hand." Xin nodded. Their faces brightened. "Thanks. Let's go." "I told you that some NPC will give you items. I read it in the forums." "But I talked to her before. She…
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Xin found himself uncertain about the implications of having infinite CHA in the game. He wondered if this was a common occurrence or if it made him special in some way. However, being alone in his current situation, he had no one to ask or compare with to gain clarity on the matter. Nevertheless, Xin realized that he had limited time each day to play the game due to his outdated headgear. With only two hours available, he couldn't afford to waste any time. He decided to save his questions for…
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Xin checked his . ‖ S T A TU S ‖ HP: 40 MP: 70 STR: 2 DEX: 2 CONS: 2 INT: 2 WIS: 2 CHA: 2 ‖ E N D ‖ Hmm . . . what's this? Xin pressed each word to get the meaning behind the game abbreviation. HP meant Hit Points. The number of points before your avatar dies. MP meant Mana Points. This is essential to casting spells and skills. Strength = Physical power. Dexterity = Agility, reflexes. Constitution = Endurance, resistance to injury. Intelligence =…
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Later that night, when he heard the snores from the adjacent room, Xin looked over his phone to check this game called Guildbane. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, and the only light was coming from his phone. Xiaxia was telling the truth. Playing this game would yield money, and pro players were more popular than celebrities at this point. He was even amazed that top players earned like a million a month at a minimum! Xin was happy and contented if he could earn…
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The shock was an understatement when the cab drove them into the poor area in Zone A. This was where the mass housing was located. Towering apartment buildings stood in rows, tightly packed together, leaving little space to spare. The units were tiny, some measuring just around twenty square meters, and frequently filled with a multitude of people. Now, standing in front of Xin was the very same apartment, a small room permeated with the pungent stench of sweat, decay, cigarettes, and alcohol. The…
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Time slipped away like a fleeting dream, and a week had whisked by before he knew it. Xin's therapy had made steady progress, evident in his newfound ability to walk without stumbling, write with steady hands, and speak without the burden of gasping for breath. To Xiaxia, the improvements seemed almost futile. Her brother had always been a man of few words, choosing silence as his preferred companion long before the coma had claimed him. His reserved nature and inscrutable expression had often…
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Tubes and wires snaked their way across Xin's body, connecting him to the pulsating rhythm of life-sustaining equipment. The steady symphony of beeps and hums filled the room, merging into an otherworldly melody that reverberated within his consciousness. As he gingerly opened his eyes, a veil of confusion and disorientation shrouded his thoughts. The harsh glare of fluorescent lights pierced his vision. A surge of panic coursed through his veins when he attempted to speak, only to be met with…
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While Song’s insistence that the matters with the Nineteenth and the Ivory Library were not best resolved with stacked corpses was a mite puzzling, she had made a request for help and Angharad was honorbound to follow through with it. She was, after all, the only member of the Thirteenth who could do this. Captain Domingo Santos was a Master of the Akelarre Guild, and as a brigadier’s personal Navigator he ranked his own rooms. Since Captain Domingo might also be a member of the Ivory Library the…-
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It was not a pleasant surprise to be woken up in the middle of the night and the quality of the ensuing surprises had only since worsened. “If we go to Captain Wen right now,” Angharad said, “we could have them all in graves by morning.” Song hissed, trying to push away Maryam as the other woman dabbed at her bruises with a wet cloth. Half of their captain’s face was swollen red and a stripe of cheek skin had been scraped right off. No tooth had cracked, thankfully, but Angharad suspected she…
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