"Uncle, how much for this item?" Nash's voice caught the attention of the shop owner. The man looked up from his counter and saw Nash holding a roll of paper, tied with a red ribbon."It's not for sale, young man," the shop owner replied. "It belonged to a visitor who was left behind. It's been a long time, and he never came back. You can take it for free."Nash bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you, Uncle."He unrolled the scroll and examined the Terraria map. The item was a valuable tool that could reveal the map holder's current location. Nash was on the outskirts of Torrenfield, while Valvaroa—the kingdom where Chi and Grandma were supposed to be—was at the eastern end of Terraria. To reach them, Nash would have to traverse several kingdoms.Nash took a deep breath. At least he had a map. After settling his affairs in Torrenfield, he didn't want to waste any more time and set off immediately for Valvaroa. Although it would have been more convenient if there was a teleport circle

Nash furrowed his brow in deep thought as he held two skewers of meat over the fire, flipping them with expert precision. He knew they still had to discuss how to free Lisa and the others."Hmmm," he said, taking a deep breath. "We've got to come up with a plan on how to save them."As Nash pondered their predicament, his companion Shein burst onto the scene, jogging over from the nearby meadow with three horned chickens in her hands. The creatures had fainted, making them easy prey for the players to bone it and made a meat skewer from it."We're in luck," Shein said, grinning widely. "I caught these for us."They were in the open meadows of Torrenfield, where players hunted low-level monsters to resell their corpses at the market or process them for food. The owner of the inn where Nash was staying had told them they could sell the bodies there as food raw materials for a good price.Nash thought it was a golden opportunity, a chance to level up while eating for free and earning mon

"Let her go," Nash said calmly, yet his expression was threatening. The young man, who had been holding Merlene's hand, pulled her back and shielded her from the angry men who had lost their money to her at the gambling table. Nash had predicted this would happen, especially when he saw the three bags of money in Merlene's hands. Suddenly, Nash thought about using the money to buy a pass at the guild.But he quickly dismissed the idea.(Cut it off, Nash! Never mind borrowing. She's already hired you with counterfeit money and intends to run away. You're wrong if you intend to ask that woman for help.)He scolded himself silently.Nash hastily shook his head, dispelling the bad idea as fast as he could."Hey, who are you to this woman? Trying to be her prince on a white horse? Sorry Dude, but we have our own business with her, so you better leave before you regret it," one of the men stepped forward and tried to intimidate Nash with his chest puffed up like a male bird showing its gall

"Are you battered again?" asked the little Chisato, her face showing no surprise. She carried a wicker basket full of freshly baked oatmeal cookies that looked too big for her tiny hands.Nash, with bruises and other minor injuries on his face, turned to her with an annoyed expression. He wouldn't have been hurt if those naughty kids hadn't been constantly looking to mess with him. However, he managed to dispel them all and make them cry while running back home. This wound was much lighter than before."Noisy, did you lose again?" Nash teased Chisato, sticking his tongue out. Chisato was known for being blind in understanding directions and often got lost somewhere. Nash met Chisato and her grandmother two months ago when they moved into the old house next to their parents'. Since then, they took care of Nash and fed him, even though he still acted stubbornly."No, I was just scouting the area before delivering some bread to Old Man Jenkins' house, you stupid Nash!" Chisato puffed out

"Who is there?" Adam narrowed his eyes sharply and kept them fixed on the dark alley beside him. Nash, Shein, and Merlene held their breath and stayed still, knowing that they were doomed if they were discovered, especially by the leader of the Arcane Guild himself.Pontifex, who felt uneasy being underground all the time, spoke up. "Perhaps it's just rats, Master Adam. Shouldn't we be returning to the surface soon?""Hmm," muttered little Adam. He continued staring intently at the dark passage as if waiting for something.Merlene screamed inwardly. (Hurry up and leave, damn it! I'm almost peeing my pants out of fear!)"Maybe you're right. Maybe it's just rats passing by. But somehow, I want to see those rats," said Adam."Huh, you mean—" Pontifex Roman hadn't finished his sentence when Adam stepped into the dark alley with a small grin on his face as if he had spotted his prey. Nash clenched his fists tightly, ready to cast the [Sandblast] skill to create a dust storm to help them