Reinard Blackridge appeared in the middle of the make-shift tornado. Standing tall and looking mighty amongst the fallen leaves and dirt, Reinard's butt chin brought relief. His mere presence had the opposite effect from before. The floating purple screen appeared in front of Seth's eyes. [1 new System user found.][Open a three-way PvP?]'No!' Seth quickly denied. He needed an ally, not an enemy. [Three-way PvP invitation cancelled.]"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Reinard looked around, noting the misty forest and three other presences beside him. "Amy?" Reinard turned a questioning eye at his summoner. "I thought I wouldn't see you again for the next few weeks?""We don't have much time, but please lend us your power," she hurried to say, looking pointedly at the thrashing dark mage pinned to the ground by Seth. Reinard chuckled, "You demand something big. What would I get for it?"Seth was suddenly being thrown into the air. [You are currently airborne due to your
A laugh was supposed to convey happiness, not a manic reaction out of humorless circumstances. At least, that was what was on normal people's minds.Present in such a situation, Seth couldn't fault Striker for laughing in the face of death. After all, he had done so before."Lift my curse from your village?" Striker repeated with such exaggeration, prompting Amy to bristle even more. "I'd rather die if Uravis and all of his men can still suffer!""But you can–""Forgive?" Striker smirked darkly, eyes widened, and she reminded Seth of the Chucky doll. "Uravis can grovel under my feet, and I won't even entertain the idea of lifting my curse. I will never!""You're truly despicable.""I'm not the one starting this, honey. It's called justice.""No, it's revenge.""Whatever your naïvete call it, I won't change my mind.""I don't know anything about the curse, but can I drop her now? It's almost on my skill limit," Reinard interjected, waiting for Amy's cue."You're truly fargone, aren't y
'How to resurrect a dead man?'[What makes you think you can resurrect people as you please?]Striker clicked his tongue.[You cannot unlock Necromancy skill on this level.]Therefore, Striker decided he'd come along with Amy to her village, even with the high probability that he'd become sick – just like every other male there.For him, her well-being was the most important. Not that he told her so. He was sane enough to remember that sudden infatuation would only bring suspicion.Ashwell village could be reached in a two-hour walk from the forest where they fought with Striker. The sky was dark when they arrived, and Striker suddenly felt the pain in his stomach when he stepped foot on the village's border.'Fuck!' Striker bit his tongue, stopping the curse from slipping past his mouth and alerting Amy of his pain. He volunteered for it, despite the System's incessant insult of his lack of IQ.[Warning!][You are about to enter a cursed zone.]'Too late, damn it.'The pain had grown
The funeral went smoothly, despite the fire that burned down three houses in the middle of Ashwell village.Seth went to a funeral before. Once.Amy's funeral.The only one he ever attended to. Though, her family didn't really want him there. They didn't want him there, in the first place.Not when she was still alive; nor when she was dead.This time, he didn't want to go to Amy's father's funeral. He didn't know the man. Although, seeing her tearful face, his heart was wrenched and he ended up coming anyway.He saw it from afar. Saying some useless condolences to his girlfriend's counterpart in this universe before it started.The funeral was held for seven people. Amy's father, Uvaris and his father – Deja the village leader, Uvaris' mother, his younger brother, and his baby twin sisters.Amy's house was too close to Uvaris', hence why it was burned along the way. The arsonist was none other than a widow who lost her husband because of the curse – just like Amy's father was.It did
"This is Samir Higgins, a famous mage known for his vast knowledge of purifying magics," the barkeeper introduced them to the newcomer. Samir looked much like how Seth thought of a Mongolian shaman. He was wearing a hat with animated individual facial expressions and a number of feathers, as well as cotton pendants. His deel was light in color, probably of goat leather. A little drum hanging from his back obscured most of the time. "You're too generous with your praise, Odie," the Mongolian shaman said, taking a seat beside Seth. "Mystic Sour, please.""Right away, sir," the barkeeper – Odie, turned his back and went to make the requested drink."So," Samir clapped his hands, making some beads from his bracelet to clank against each other, "Who might you be and what can I help you with?""Seth Leinster," and he pointed to the red-haired girl with freckles on her cheek, "Amy G– Ashmark."Amy shot a confused look, but it soon dissipated as she started. "My village is cursed by a mage.
"This is Samir Higgins, a famous mage known for his vast knowledge of purifying magics," the barkeeper introduced them to the newcomer. Samir looked much like how Seth thought of a Mongolian shaman. He was wearing a hat with animated individual facial expressions and a number of feathers, as well as cotton pendants. His deel was light in color, probably of goat leather. A little drum hanging from his back obscured most of the time. "You're too generous with your praise, Odie," the Mongolian shaman said, taking a seat beside Seth. "Mystic Sour, please.""Right away, sir," the barkeeper – Odie, turned his back and went to make the requested drink."So," Samir clapped his hands, making some beads from his bracelet to clank against each other, "Who might you be and what can I help you with?""Seth Leinster," and he pointed to the red-haired girl with freckles on her cheek, "Amy G– Ashmark."Amy shot a confused look, but it soon dissipated as she started. "My village is cursed by a mage.
"Argh!" Seth threw his stone dagger to the wall in front of him, ten meters away. It lodged between the bricks, showing his improved physical power. Well, or that the builder didn't use their finest material for the wall. Beside him, Amy loudly exhaled. Again. "Stop before it bounces back and stab you.""It wont," the red-eyed man grumbled, expecting a glitch to appear in the air. It did, right by where his right hand was. The Stone Fang Dagger came back, as expected. He wouldn't lose it, that was the law. The very system attached to his life now."I never saw that kind of magic," Amy stated after witnessing it, brows furrowed at the glitch that disappeared once he grabbed the stone dagger.Seth cheekily said, "Now you see it."The ginger-haired girl grumbled, "Not what I mean. Where did you learn it?"That didn't even cross his mind. "You have magic school here?""… where did you come from again?"'Fuck.' Seth deliberately avoided eye contact with her. It wouldn't be funny if he
"Get your dirty hands away from my girlfriend's breasts!" Seth growled, wrenching away the stranger from Amy. He shoved the stranger to the nearest brick wall, holding him there with one hand and landing a solid punch on his gut with the other. "Gah!" the stranger bowled over, clutching his stomach. But Seth didn't let him rest, he sent another hit. Right to his eye, this time. "Stop it!" Amy snapped, suddenly on the white-haired shirtless man's side, calloused hand gripped Seth's wrist – halting him from making the stranger's other eye black. "He dared to touch you.""He ran into me and accidentally touched me." Amy reminded, "He doesn't mean to.""Tch!" Seth let him go with a glare, looking down at the stranger who then slid to the ground, now clutching on his eye, breathing heavily. "I didn't mean to, I swear!" the stranger said, peering up at him and Amy back and forth. He looked miserable, with tears on the brink of falling. "Are you going to cry just after two punches?" T