While Flama and Caleb were away, having their adventure, Luck was flicking through his inventory. Taking stock of what Flama had provided for him, per her agreement for his help. After using the morning to get all his tools in order, Luck finally had a working potion making set up in his workshop in the back. It involved a cauldron, mixing beakers, a large mortar and pestle, and a variety of both old medieval apothecary tools and 19th century chemistry tools, like glass beakers and pipettes. While he lacked the more sophisticated tools like a microscope or a centrifuge, the manual tools would serve their purpose. Crafting in the game of Level 0 truly mimicked real life. Constant testing was needed to create a usable product and with Luck’s ambitions he would need more than what his exchange shop could provide. While the interface’s tutorial said that it could provide anything and everything, this was limited on both the current age of expansion and the amount of RP he had saved.

Getting up from her chair, Flama had stopped Luck in his tracks after getting his attention. She approached, making him feel a bit intimidated due to the slight height difference she had on him, while only a few inches, it was enough to make Luck feel somewhat uncomfortable. Keeping a straight face, he let her approach as she then leant down a bit to make direct eye contact with him, unintentionally showing off her outfit. From Luck’s view point, he saw the glint of Flama’s twin blades behind her back. In truth, Flama was trying to show off her beauty. At her current age, she was at her peak, and while she might have taken a few liberties in changing her in-game character’s appearance with cash shop items, her peers in real life touted her as being a young Madonna of the current generation. With her long fire-like hair cascading down the sides of her face, she pulled the stray locks away in a somewhat inviting manner. “So, I realize that you don’t seem to have your own gaming pod

In front of them, laid out on the table was a compilation of Luck’s, Flama’s, and Caleb’s collective map data. Flama and Caleb would not usually share this sensitive information with a low level player like Luck, but they had a partnership going and were incentivized to share their data since completing the [Quest - A Mage’s Beginning], was a common interest between them. Looking at the results, the look on Luck’s face deepened into a frown. In his opinion, the current map they had, even after combining their accumulated data, only produced a map that was 10% as large as the one Luck had in his previous memory. The map was still quite expansive, noting all the currently known NPC nations, field zones, dungeons, raids, and player nations. But all of this was confined to a singular continent with a few outlying islands. In Luck’s opinion, the current world was too small, but he could understand why. With every [Age of Expansion] came more content and this was evident in how there w

Appearing in front of Luck was something he was not expecting, his eyes shuddered as he mentally read each line on the screen only he could see. *** Name: [Dwarson] Class: [Blacksmith Lv38] [Swordsman Lv10] Titles: [None] Class Skills: [Innate Blacksmithing] [Innate Metallurgy] Normal Skills: [Intermediate Blacksmithing] [Beginner Swordsman] [Beginner Physical Recovery] Weapon Skills: [Power Slash Lv4] [Quick Slash Lv1] [Parrying Blow Lv1] HP: 180/180 Mana: 20/20 Strength: 20 Vitality: 18 Agility: 12 Dexterity: 17 Intelligence: 71 Wisdom: 23 *** “Hey Luck? Are you alright?” Concerned with how wide his eyes were open, Flama patted Luck’s shoulder to get him to refocus. She thought that he might have sensed something was off, but Luck down played what he could now see in front of him. “I’m fine, I just think I might need to add a few things to my shopping list, that’s all. Hold on.” Turning away, Luck went off to a secluded corner of the shop to discreetly look at th

As Luck was conversing with Carol across the reception desk, many of the other players nearby who were tending to their own business, Flama included, noticed that Luck’s eyes were somewhat wandering while he talked. “Ew. What a creep.” A female player scoffed, disgusted by how Luck was dragging his eyes across the busty receptionist’s body. While some of the male players had the same reaction, more were inclined to serve Luck a fist sandwich for leering at their idol. Unbeknownst to Flama, Carol, and Luck, Carol was actually well known as being one of more preferred receptionists in the training hall. While her busty appearance, long blonde hair, and fair skin contributed to her charm, it was her skill in accommodating her customers that drew them to her. Carol was sociable and could be quite talkative, and this showed as she asked about the details of the job Luck had offered her. “So? You said that you would like me to be your assistant in your shop. I also understand that you