Ethan replayed the image of Princess Elara Volsen in his mind as he and Xi made their way through the winding corridors of the palace. It was hard not to. There was just something about her, something that could turn ordinary guys like him into complete idiots with a simple smile.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" Xi's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp as ever.
"Who?" Ethan's eyes scanned the polished floor as he pretended not to know what she was talking about.
"The Princess," Xi said, her tone making it clear she didn't buy his act for a second. "Don't. She's not someone you should ever get involved with."
Ethan let out a nervous chuckle. "You're assuming I'd want to get involved with her in the first place."
Xi abruptly stopped, causing Ethan to nearly walk into her. She turned, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "Listen, Ethan. The Otherworld isn't a playground you can mess around in. There are forces here. Powers that don't give a damn about your abilities or your ambitions. Elara Volsen is one of them. Stay away from her if you know what's good for you."
Ethan defensively raised his hands. "Alright, alright, message received. I'll keep my distance."
But as they continued their walk, he couldn't shake the feeling that Xi's warning was more personal than professional. What had Princess Elara done to earn such a reaction from someone like Agent Yun?
Before he could think about it any further, they arrived at a large set of double doors guarded by two heavily armored soldiers. They were engraved with intricate arcane symbols that somehow seemed to shimmer as they approached.
"Welcome to the Hero's Hall," Xi announced with a smirk as if she was about to show him something unbelievable. "This is where all heroes in the capital get their missions. Think of it as the place to find your future adventures."
Ethan nodded, trying to ignore the odd feeling in his stomach. This was it. The moment he had dreamed of for years. He straightened his back as the doors creaked open, revealing a massive chamber filled with people going about their business.
The Hero's Hall was a huge room with high, vaulted ceilings and walls lined with banners and other decorations. At the center of the room stood a circular platform with what looked like magical screens hovering above it, displaying missions and rankings of the most successful heroes. Around it, dozens of heroes were gathered in groups, some discussing their latest missions and others boasting about their achievements.
Ethan couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. These people, these heroes, were the real deal. They weren't just playing at being powerful. They were powerful. And then there was him, a novice with a system that made him feel like he was playing a game.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Xi's voice held a hint of pride as she guided him towards the platform. "This is where your new life begins, Ethan. But don't get too comfortable. This world is full of dangers that make this place look like a cheap joke."
"Comfortable? I'm barely keeping myself from bolting," Ethan muttered under his breath. He glanced around at the other heroes and wondered how many of them had started just like him. Wide-eyed and weak as hell.
A tall man in a black suit stepped forward as they reached the platform. Despite wearing something suited to a business meeting, how he carried himself screamed of danger to Ethan. Countless battle scars marred his face, and his eyes held the hardened look of a veteran.
"Ah, Yun. I see you've brought us fresh meat," the man said, his voice deep and gravelly. He glanced at Ethan with a smile. "This one looks… fragile."
Ethan's face flushed, but he held his tongue. He knew better than to start a fight with someone who looked like they could snap him in half.
"This is Ethan Li," Xi said, ignoring the man's remark. "He's got a unique ability. Something that could be of great value to us."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Ah. This is the esper who can create items native to this world, right?"
The burly man's eyes widened slightly, and for a brief moment, Ethan thought he saw a flicker of greed. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a calm expression. "Interesting. Very interesting. We'll have to see how useful that ability really is."
He turned to Xi. "I assume you've given him the rundown?"
"Of course," she replied. "He knows the basics. Now it's time for him to get some experience."
The man nodded and gestured for Ethan to step onto the platform. "Very well, Mr Li. Let's see what you choose for your first mission. Consider this a trial by fire. Succeed, and you'll be one step closer to becoming a true hero. Fail… and, well, let's hope it doesn't come to that."
As Ethan stepped onto the platform, a strange sensation washed over him. The magical screens flickered to life, displaying a series of missions with varying difficulty levels. His eyes were drawn to one in particular: a mission labeled "Subjugation of the Blight."
"That one," he said, pointing to the screen. "I'll take that mission."
The man chuckled. "Ambitious, aren't you? The Blight isn't an easy foe. But if you're confident, who am I to stop you?"
Ethan swallowed and nodded. "I'll handle it."
"Very well," the man said, his tone almost mocking. "Prepare yourself, Ethan. This world doesn't take kindly to the unprepared."
As the mission briefing appeared on the screen, Ethan couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and dread. This was it. The moment he'd been waiting for. But as the details of the mission sank in, he realized that the mission was far more dangerous than he'd imagined.
At the same time, the image of the Princess lingered somewhere in the back of his mind. With a final glance at Xi, who gave him a nod of encouragement, Ethan took a deep breath and accepted the mission. His journey as a hero had officially begun.
Ethan's heart hammered away in his chest as he walked away from the Hero's Hall. 'I've got to prepare for this mission. I'll need supplies, a weapon, and maybe a change of clothes. I stick out too much wearing this.' Luckily, Xi Yun gave him some local currency to get started. He could've received more if he sold the potions, but he figured he'd need them for himself.The market district buzzed with chaos. Vendors hawked their goods, and the scent of roasted meats and fresh herbs filled the air. Ethan navigated through the crowd, trying to ignore the allure of everything on display as he headed for a modest stall Agent Yun had suggested to him."Good day!" the vendor, a portly man with a bushy beard, greeted him warmly. "Are you Looking for something specific?""Practical clothing," Ethan said, scanning the rack of tunics and trousers. "I need to blend in and stay low-profile."The vendor's eyes twinkled with understanding. "A traveler's robe, then? Sturdy and easily forgettable. Perf
Ethan woke at daybreak to the muffled sounds of the city waking up outside his window. The inn he had chosen, The Gateway, was a modest place that somehow was both rundown and cozy. Ethan groaned along with the aged beams over his head. 'Damn, this bed could be better.' Still, it was a welcome comfort after yesterday's events.He rubbed his eyes and stretched, his arms still sore from swinging the cudgel repeatedly yesterday. The memory of his struggle against the strange creatures made him wince. He wouldn't survive long in this world if he kept trying to brute-force his way through every problem. It was time to use his head. And the system.After washing up in the small basin by the window, Ethan sat on the edge of the bed and activated his Otherworld Free Market skill. A familiar hum filled the air as he suddenly found himself back in that strange place. He quickly scanned the closest vending machines, where various items were displayed, each with a short description and price tag.
The next day, Ethan returned to the desolate lands just beyond the city. The sun barely pierced the thick clouds overhead. He unconsciously tapped the pouches of Blightbane Pellets on his belt, feeling more confident in his plan.'What the hell is that?' As he neared the area, he noticed movement in the distance. A small group of adventurers trudged through the dead terrain, their weapons at the ready. From their worn gear and slow steps, it was clear they weren't seasoned veterans. 'What are they doing out here?'Ethan approached cautiously, not wanting to startle them. The group noticed him as he drew closer. One of them, a tall man with a patchy beard and a nervous smile, raised a hand in greeting."Hey there, stranger!" the man called out. "Are you here for the Blight, too?"Ethan nodded. "Yeah. I've been working on clearing them out. The situation's better than it was a few days ago.""Figures," the man grumbled, glancing around at the withered land. "We were sent by the Adventur
The following day, Ethan returned to the site, feeling the weight of unfinished business on his shoulders. The sky was bright, but a chill hung in the air as he approached the meeting spot. He spotted Layla and her group waiting for him, their equipment looking a bit worse for wear but their spirits seemingly intact."Morning, Ethan!" Layla called out cheerfully as she waved him over, her ponytail swaying with her enthusiastic greeting. To Ethan, she seemed more confident than she had yesterday. "Ready to finish what we started?""Definitely," Ethan replied with a nod, trying to keep his focus sharp. Despite the warm greeting, the nagging feeling Ethan had the day before returned. 'What the heck is up with this?' He couldn't help but scan their surroundings, and finding nothing to be concerned about, he pushed the feeling to the back of his mind.The ragtag group of adventurers stood nearby, quietly preparing for the day ahead. Ethan took a moment to size them up.First was Roland, t
Ethan's lungs burned as he dodged a swipe from the mutated Blight. His cudgel felt like a toothpick compared to the monstrous creature they faced, and each time he swung, it felt like hitting a brick wall. His blows barely registered on the beast, and frustration gnawed away at him. 'I need to think… There's got to be something we can use against this damn thing!'Around him, the adventurers fought on, but the battle was clearly wearing on them. Roland's sword strikes had slowed, his once-steady hand now trembling while his breathing had quickened. Thorne's warhammer connected with a sickening crunch, but the Blight barely staggered from the blow. Meanwhile, clutching her injured side, Zara grimaced with each movement as she tried to stay out of the creature's reach.And then there was Layla, dancing in and out of range, her strikes swift but lacking the precision needed to bring the creature down. Ethan's suspicion of her lingered, but he shoved it aside for now. 'There's time for th
Ethan stood in the Hero's Hall before the scarred man, Wei Zhang. The tension was as thick as their silence. The remnants of the mutated Blight creature lay on the counter, undeniable proof of his first real victory in this world.The scarred man inspected the remains with a cold, calculating eye before nodding slowly. "Impressive work," he finally said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Not many survive an encounter with a mutated Blight, let alone manage to kill it."In return, Ethan offered a brief nod. The man's words held no comfort, only a reminder of the brutal reality he now lived in. "What now?" Ethan asked, his voice steady despite the exhaustion eating away at him.The scarred man's eyes flickered with something unreadable as he reached beneath the counter, pulling out a small, ornate box. He slid it across to Ethan, who hesitated momentarily before opening it. Inside lay a gleaming ring with intricate runes carved into the metal, and beside it, a small vial filled with a shimme
Ethan walked through the capital's bustling streets, the familiar weight of his pack slung over his shoulder. Although it was night, the city buzzed with life around him. Merchants shouted their wares, children weaved through the crowds, and the occasional patrol of soldiers kept a watchful eye on the people. Yet, despite the noise and activity, Ethan felt oddly detached from it all. His mind was preoccupied with the task at hand, and the chilling words of Wei Zhang echoed in his thoughts. 'Trust no one.'He knew better than to take the scarred man's warning lightly. His interactions with the DIA had already shown him that their world was one of shadows and half-truths. But Ethan had his own agenda. He wasn't just a pawn in their game; he was determined to come out as one of its winners.His fingers brushed against the cool metal of the enchanted ring. The subtle warmth of the enchantment flowed through him, enhancing his senses and keeping his mind sharp.The DIA had been clear about
Ethan stood outside The Gateway Inn, the cool morning air biting at his skin as the city of Anseris slowly awakened around him. Merchants were already setting up their stalls, the smell of freshly baked bread mingling with the smell of salt from the nearby sea. The capital was already alive with activity, but Ethan's mind was elsewhere. His thoughts were firmly on the task at hand. Wei Zhang had a message delivered to the inn for Ethan an hour or so ago.Wei Zhang had made it clear in the message that Ethan's next step was joining the Merchants Guild. Without the guild's endorsement and a permit, selling anything in Anseris or the rest of the kingdom would be impossible. The kingdom's laws were strict. Particularly when it came to powerful items that could alter the balance of power among the heroes and the kingdom's nobility. Ethan had learned quickly that the kingdom valued control above all else, and the Heroes were only allowed to access such items once they had earned th
Galen stood beside Ethan, his sword raised, the dark blood of their enemies still dripping from its blade. The mercenary's eyes darted between Ethan and the advancing creatures, his jaw clenched in frustration."I hope you've got more tricks up your sleeve," Galen muttered, readying himself for the next onslaught.Ethan gripped his sword tighter, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. They were both exhausted. The odds were against them, but he couldn't let fear take root."We can't fight all of them," Ethan said, his voice strained. "We need to retreat, regroup, and figure out how to get ahead of this thing."Galen gave a bitter laugh, sidestepping as a creature lunged at him, his sword flashing in the dim light. "Retreat? You mean run for our lives.""Call it what you want," Ethan replied, slicing through a snarling beast that came too close. "But if we stay here, we're dead."The creatures were closing in faster now, their twisted forms moving with a hunger that made Ethan's skin crawl.
The world seemed to collapse into chaos the moment the creatures charged. Ethan barely had time to react. The ground quaked beneath his feet as more of the twisted monsters clawed their way to the surface. They were smaller than the ones they had fought earlier, but there were more of them—dozens, maybe hundreds—and their numbers seemed endless.Galen was already in motion, his sword gleaming as it carved a deadly arc through the first wave of creatures. His movements were fluid and precise, like a seasoned warrior who had seen his share of nightmares. But even Galen couldn't cut them down fast enough."Focus, Ethan!" Galen's voice cut through the chaos, snapping Ethan from his trance. "We need to keep moving!"Ethan forced himself to act, pulling his sword free once more. His arm ached from the earlier skirmish, the bite wound still fresh, but there was no time to worry about pain.One of them lunged at him, its claws aimed at his throat. Ethan ducked, swinging his sword upward in a
The echo of the tree's deathly screech still sounded through the surroundings. The air felt different now—less oppressive, but not by much. Ethan crouched by the remains of the twisted tree, studying the charred roots curling inwards like the clawed hands of a dying monster.He winced as he reached into his pack for a pair of gloves. His forearm throbbed where the creature had bitten him, but he couldn't afford to stop now. They had come this far, and he needed more than guesses if there was any hope of truly understanding the Blight—of defeating it for good.As his fingers brushed the tattered remnants of the tree, a cold shiver ran up his spine. Even in death, the thing exuded a dark energy. Ethan pulled a small vial from his belt, scooping up a sample of the blackened bark. It crumbled quickly under his touch, releasing a faint, sulfuric odor."This is definitely unnatural. Even for this world," Ethan muttered under his breath, scanning the area. "There's something more here."Gale
Ethan barely had time to process the change in the air before the first creature came charging at them from the shadows of a tree. It moved so fast it was a blur, a mass of twisted limbs and pulsing flesh. The smell hit him first—a pungent stench of rot and decay, like something that had been left to fester far too long. The creature let out a wet, gurgling screech as it lunged for Galen, its claws swiping at the older man with terrifying speed.Galen reacted in a flash, his sword already drawn. Steel met flesh with a sickening thud as he sidestepped the creature's attack and brought his blade down, cleaving through one of its gangly arms. The beast didn't slow. It twisted in mid-air, its remaining limb extending unnaturally to grab Galen's arm. Ethan watched, horrified, as the thing's flesh seemed to pulse and stretch like putty, trying to envelop Galen's wrist.But Galen was ready. With a swift, brutal motion, he sliced again, severing the mutated limb entirely. The creature howled,
After a busy few days in Nexus and grueling training sessions with Galen, Ethan stood at the city's edge, staring into the vast horizon where the Blight awaited. His body ached from Galen's relentless combat drills, but the real exhaustion settled in his mind. He'd done everything he could to prepare, both physically and mentally. Still, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the decayed land beyond, he couldn't help but wonder if it was enough.Nexus bustled behind him, ignorant of the encroaching danger. The city's citizens went about their lives, unaware of the dark, festering wound spreading not far from their doorstep. Ethan took in a deep breath, letting the cold, crisp air fill his lungs. It was almost peaceful here, but the tranquillity did little to settle his nerves.He adjusted the straps of his backpack, mentally ticking off the list of things he'd prepared for this expedition. His trips into the Otherworld Free Market had been productive, though cos
Ethan stood in the dimly lit Nexus, the evening sun casting long shadows on the shop's stone walls. His mind buzzed with a hundred thoughts, each one tangled in a web of alliances, enemies, and opportunities. He felt like he was juggling too many flaming swords at once, and one misstep would set his entire world ablaze.The King was dying. The royal court was a viper's nest, poised for a deadly game of succession. Princess Elara was scrambling for control, the Baron was plotting revenge, and the Blight festered like an open wound in the world."Reputation," he muttered again, the word haunting him like a whispered curse. Nexus had potential, but potential wasn't enough. He needed to carve his place into the city's bones before someone else carved him out of it. And that meant making a bold move.The door to Nexus swung open, and Xi stepped in, her presence as unsettling as ever. Her sharp, calculating gaze scanned the room before locking onto Ethan."You've been brooding," Xi said, he
The early morning light filtered through the windows of Nexus, casting long shadows across the shop floor. Ethan sat at his desk, running his fingers through his hair, mentally preparing for the day ahead. The weight of the previous day's revelations hung over him like a dark cloud. The palace, a battleground for succession; the illness of the King; Princess Elara's desperate need for protection, and Marcus Ainsworth's looming vendetta—it was all spiraling towards a confrontation he knew he couldn't avoid.Ethan drummed his fingers on the desk, deep in thought. The game he was playing was dangerous, with each move carrying unpredictable consequences. But if he wanted Nexus to thrive—and more importantly, if he wanted to survive—he needed to be proactive, not reactive.His eyes flicked to a map of the city pinned to the wall beside him. "Reputation," he muttered, recalling his final thought the night before. Nexus might have been gaining notoriety, but it wasn't enough. He needed leve
Ethan stood behind the counter of Nexus, his thoughts still lingering on the events of the morning. The encounter with Marcus Ainsworth had been unsettling. Still, the knight's intervention and connection to Princess Elara offered new opportunities. However, these opportunities could, in time, become as dangerous as they were potentially lucrative.Still, there was much he needed to do to stay ahead. And so, he found himself lost in thought until a voice snapped him back to reality."Boss?"Selene's voice was soft, but there was a note of urgency in it. She had a talent for moving quietly, and Ethan hadn't noticed her approach."Selene," Ethan acknowledged, nodding at his half-elven spymaster. "I need you to gather some information. Discreetly."Her eyes gleamed with curiosity. "What am I looking for?""I have a suspicion there's unrest in the palace. Something to do with the royal family. I need details. Who's involved, and what they're aft
Ethan leaned against Nexus's counter, absentmindedly polishing the glass case that held the silver earrings with the pale blue gems. Business had been steady that morning, with customers trickling in and out, browsing the growing selection of items on display. The shop had become a quiet hub of curiosity, drawing in adventurers, merchants, and those who sought something different.As he polished the glass, the door creaked open, and a burly figure stepped inside. Ethan looked up, noticing the man's armor beneath his cloak. The stranger had a muscular build, a square jaw, and an aura of quiet authority that set him apart from the usual customers. His eyes scanned the shop with the calm precision of someone trained to assess danger.Ethan straightened up, nodding in greeting. "Welcome to Nexus. Is there anything I can help you with today?"The man approached the counter, his gaze falling on the earrings. "These caught my eye," he said, his voice deep and measured. "Tell me about them."