“Fighters! Are you ready!” As one of the training hall’s faculty looked across the large eastern style-like dojo room, the man in the training grounds work uniform, straightened his tie and looked to see Flama unsheathing her twin swords out with a wide and terrifying smile on her lips. This shook the man to his core and he wished that he didn’t have to do this. He knew that Flama was Queen Flamewrath of the Kingdom of Primeria, and while he felt honored to be the referee of one of her upcoming fights, he could not help but feel as if he was about to witness a slaughter. Tales of her fierce fighting style were in circulation before her time as Queen, when she was just an up and coming adventurer in this neck of the continent. Looking at her opponent, the referee could only pity Luck who seemed to be completely unarmed and unarmored. Yet even still, Luck was cracking his neck and knuckles as if he were ready to brawl himself. The referee knew that these two people were not ordin

Seeing Carol at the head of the group of NPCs, suddenly asking if they could join Flama and Luck in the hot spring perplexed them both. To Flama, this kind of forward behavior from an NPC was strange to her. The NPCs she recruited or hired always seemed subservient and showed no sign of asking out of ordinary questions. Their questions were usually about how they could help the player or how the player could help them, which sometimes led to a quest being generated. It was a very game-like conversation, but sometimes, you had a unique scenario, nevertheless Flama saw Carol as just that, an NPC. Flama was about to deny them the chance since she saw it as not necessary to give non-sentient beings that luxury. “Go ahead.” Luck said, subverting Flama’s expectation. “Are you sure about this Luck? Shouldn’t we keep our discussions private?” Flama knew that Luck was likely going to speak about their future plans before logging off, but seeing him wave his hand as if not minding the NPC

After agreeing to Luck’s offer of a job as his assistant, Carol, Flama, and Luck conversed a bit more about their plan going forward. Hearing about the orc encampment, Carol was concerned with their strategy of only fighting with the people in their party. “Only 4 people? How do you expect to fight an orc encampment that’s over 100 strong? I would think you would at least recruit the kingdom’s army?” While Carol seemed like she knew little of combat, even an amatuer would understand that the odds were stacked against Luck’s part. She was concerned and while she herself thought that Orc’s were of only slight difficulty for herself, this was only if she used all her hidden skills and Carol was not willing to break her cover until she had gotten a better grasp on Luck. Confirming that he likely didn’t know about her secret yet, Carol felt both a mix of assuredness and skepticism. While she had found him interesting and a lucky catch for a quick connection to this continent, Carol knew

“Please! I’ll find the money! I’ll take out a loan, but please! Treat my sister so that she can at least have a chance!” On his hands and knees, Luck begged. The sight of him was pathetic, a grown man looking seemingly a good few years older past his prime and his expression haggard like a beggar. His clothes were somewhat tattered and dirty from all the manual work he had been through, but there were a number of other health concerns that were visible to see. His eyes were sunken in, his lips cracked, and his eyes a yellow hue, all signs of a lack of proper nutrition or care for oneself. The reason was obvious to the neatly dressed doctor who sat above the graveling excuse of a man. Getting himself comfortable in his expensive ornate glass desk, which was currently his bigger concern, monitors on the walls and laid across his desk showed the number of patients he was working with simultaneously. With humanities technology, real time monitoring of patients from the comfort of a d

The next morning, after Luck and his family had settled into their new home, Luck departed.“Have a good son, be sure to do your best.” “Yeah! And forget that you promised to take me to the hospital’s roof, Alright?!” While his father gave him words of encouragement, his sister seemed more inclined about the benefits Luck had. “Now don’t bother your brother, he’s got work to do. But when he thinks you can, I’m sure he’ll let you. Now come on, it's time for school.” “Ouch.” Chancy yelped as her mother pinched her ear and followed her out. “Okay Mom.” “Heh, I’ll be back in a few days, take care everyone.” Luck took his leave and while he knew he wouldn’t be seeing them for a while, he knew they’d be fine. He had his assurances. His parents would of course continue their own work in the lower district, but word would soon spread that they were elevated to middle class citizens. This meant his parents would be given the opportunity to advance their careers, the main reason they cou