After leaving the dungeon, Morales went alone Northwards. As a player who was extremely familiar with this world, he knew almost everywhere and how to navigate all the locations. Just like he told his companions, he intended to go to the nearest town and get himself admitted into a Pugilist dojo. In Space World, for all 5 main classes, there are specialized associations that are recognized across the planet where all main class holders are accommodated and trained. For Pugilists, it is the dojo alliance. The alliance has its roots spread all over the planet, which guaranteed more chances of meeting and accommodating awakened Pugilists. For Espers, it is the Gene liberation corporation. For Mechanics, it is the Machinery temple. For Psychics, it is the realm of deities corporation, while the throne of magical arcana is for Mages. The dojo alliance is the biggest among all the 5 main classes associations, this was because the planet was still li

Entering the originally familiar Border town, Morales felt the evidence again that he really transmigrated into a real game world. Though the creators of Space World broke dozens of records with the game’s unveiling, it was still technically just a game. There was no way that a virtual game could compare to real life, the difference can never be completely closed despite the huge advancements in technology. Though he still controlled himself to walk normally like the other people moving about, his eyes kept gawking at the layout and design of the town. From the little that he could see from where he was, he felt that he was in a fictional world. Dozens of houses were orderly built across the town, they rambled beautifully across to form something like a prized painting. The people of the town all had bright expressions on their faces. At some moments, he subconsciously winked at some ladies who smiled shyly at him back before scurrying away.Read more