Zeke sat on the ground as soon as he finished. Now that the fight is over, the adrenaline running in his body died down. The pain from the fight began to sharpen as his fingers trembled and his body became warmer by the second. Daemon faced the sky, his eyes wide open as he began to assess the damage that’s done to him. Specifically, to his face that burned the most. This is the part that’s been hit by the goblins.“Damn, is this gonna kill me or something?” He said out loud as a smile spread on his lips. Zeke doesn’t know why but the thought of dying to such a small wound just struck him as something funny. Even though it is his own death that it may cause. Though that will never happen.[You have cleared the First Part of the trial.][Assessing results…]These things showed up in front of Zeke. The one thing that he followed in order to make sense of things is now showing up again. He remembers something about a [Class Change] being mentioned. Though that doesn’t seem to be somethi

Out of nowhere, and in a speed that sliced through thin air, Zeke got assaulted. He got assaulted and now his shoulder is pierced right through with a projectile that he can’t even take out. Not without his flesh suffering through more. A sting came soon after, the same that he’s felt from all other projectile inflicted wounds that he has on his body.Even with the pain, as soon as this hit, Zeke moved his body and dashed towards the opposite direction where the arrow came from. Sure enough, other arrows flied towards this and, towards him to be exact. Arrows continued being fired as Zeke made a run for his life.The screams of the goblins got stronger by the second. This can only mean that they’re closing in as well. Another thing that Zeke doesn’t want to face at the moment. Yet this isn’t something he can control. All he can do is keep on moving across the forest as fast as he could and try to find a spot where he can hide, rest and, hopefully, heal.Then another arrow hit his leg.

A day’s worth of exploration. That’s what Zeke took to clear out the missing parts of his minimap. It’s a dangerous task with a lot of risks involved. He encountered kobolds which, are basically stronger versions of goblins. He also fought against sprites – monsters of pure element which made it tricky for him to actually hit them.Yet even with all the difficulties he encountered against these said opponents, he still managed to win every time. That’s right, no matter who, or what, he faced, Zeke is able to win within that day. Something which he didn’t allow to get into his head. Instead, he continued pathing to finish this new mission that’s been given to him. The mission of making sure that he finds the base of the ogres.“Where are they supposed to be? There aren’t even clues left in the mission.” Zeke complained. “Did a retard make this quest or something?”The only logical thing that Zeke can think of is that the base of these ogres should be nearby to where he is. Tha’s the on

A crimson-colored room. Scarlet curtains, a red rag with golden linings. Acid black chairs that are finely hand crafted, and cushioned by velvet seats and back rests. These are only some of the things that Zeke Elwood saw when his consciousness returned to him. He can’t remember much. That is the truth. He knows that he’s been fighting against a great ogre after killing off all of the monster’s subordinates but, other than that, he can’t remember anything else. There is a big haze covering up the remainder of what he needs to pick up. Though one thing is certain, he’s now safe from any danger…for now.“Congratulations!” The voice suddenly made Zeke jump up and look at the direction where the voice came from. He could’ve sworn he’s the only person in that room. Yet there he is, looking at another individual that is there, in the flesh, just like him. A tall and slender man with a predominantly black blazer, with bits of crimson red being added to it. This is the first thing that Zeke

The sound of metal being hammered down spread across the four corners of the poorly lit room. Each strike resonated with the silhouette formed by the forge fire. Flames that are strong enough to burn those that have not been trained in the art of crafting weapons and armors. Within this space, there is a single person. A broad-shouldered man who has his long white hair tied to a bun. His eyes fixed on nothing else but his craft and on the repetitive hammering of the metal that lay before him. Heated to a point that it would seem like it holds magic. Yet it doesn’t. Not yet.The focus of the blacksmith that’s making the weapon seem to be scared. Something that nobody should ever invade until the hammering of steel is finished. Then, and only then, can a person speak. And that is precisely what happened as soon as the glowing metal is placed on water.“My lord.” A female voice said coming from the entrance of the room.“You have five minutes.” The blacksmith replied, not taking his eye