After a long journey, Imdal, Freya, and Arte arrived at the entrance of Blue Dragon City. They rested before entering the massive city. "Young master still hasn't awakened. Was he struck too hard earlier?" Freya asked, examining Arte, who remained unconscious. "Should I smack him awake?" Imdal raised his right hand, ready to hit Arte's face to wake him up. Luckily, Freya intervened, grabbing Imdal's arm. "That won't help. You might kill him with your powerful blow!" She said this, noting Imdal's tall and robust physique. Perhaps one blow from him could easily shatter a diamond stone. It wasn't wise to let him strike Arte's face. "You better fetch some water for the young master. He'll be thirsty when he wakes up." Freya spoke gently, "I'll stay here with Young Master Arte." She became accustomed to addressing him as "Young Master." "You adjust to that title quite easily, Freya! No matter what, I'll try to do the same. After all, we agreed on this!" Imdal declared. "Alright, I'
“Argh! Whose memories are these?” Arte exclaimed suddenly after he managed to control his emotions. Unfortunately, the awakening of the power within him didn't subside easily. Instead, it triggered memories that had been sealed in his head. It was all about his biological parents, who were killed by the gods on the Heavenly Throne. [Do not worry, Master Arte! The system will certainly enable you to harness this power to avenge all that!] Ignoring that voice, Arte got lost in the prolonged memories, recalling the moments when his birth parents died. Tears uncontrollably began to flow due to the deep sorrow he felt from those scenes. “Why? Why did you kill my parents? Didn't they avoid committing any forbidden acts? Why do you gods seem so sinless? What you did is barbaric!” Floating high, Arte uttered some strange phrases. Unknowingly, he had spoken several sentences in the language of the gods. Memories of his adoptive parents were now replaced by those of his biological parent
Before getting caught, the three of them had already escaped from the city guards. They managed this because Freya activated a skill that concealed their presence. "At last, they're no longer pursuing us. We are free and can walk at ease," Freya explained while adjusting her slightly messy black hair. "Well, in that case, it's time you two explain who you are! Why do you address me as 'Young Master'? Are you the ones who rescued me when I was unconscious from the enemy?" asked Arte. He didn't want to beat around the bush anymore. Ever since all his dark memories flooded his mind, he decided not to be overly trusting of anyone else but himself. "We were assigned before both your parents were captured. We are to be your guardians as you journey throughout this world," Imdal replied, truthfully. He was straightforward and didn't hide anything. Except for a special telepathic message from their masters, which Freya prevented him from revealing. "That's how it is, Young Master Arte. S
[If the power level begins with Warrior, Elite, Master, Grandmaster, Legend, and Myth. Each of these tiers consists of 100 levels. Specifically for Myth, it consists of 500 levels. There are more levels above this, but for now, you don't need to know to keep your motivation up.] [Meanwhile, for the Magic Circle, there will only be 10 Circles. Its progression is exactly like the power level, to upgrade it, you must use Experience Points, and the requirement is quite high.] [The higher the circle, the more magic skills can be cast simultaneously. It's a sign that you can become a great magician with hundreds of skill combinations.] "I understand, thank you for the explanation, System! Of all the features, I'm still curious about the last one, so with this feature here, [STORAGE], I can store any non-living object, no matter how many?" [Exactly, Master! All these features in the system can significantly boost your power. Everything has been designed to make the Master one of the Stron
"We trust your judgment, Young Master! Whether you decide to open a store or need to join the Merchants Association first, we will follow!" Imdal stated, not wanting to overthink. Freya nodded in agreement. "Very well, let’s then find the Trade Association in this city. Surely, every city has such an establishment, as it's an amenity provided by the Kingdom." Arte proceeded into the city. After asking around and seeking clues, the trio found the place they were looking for. Contrary to their assumptions, it wasn’t a Trade Association but the Dragon Merchants’ Assembly. Curiosity grew as they approached the building. Without further ado, they decided to head towards the end of the main street on the western side. They made their way through the bustling Blue Dragon City. People were busy with their activities, trading, and negotiating, creating a vibrant atmosphere in every corner of the metropolis. Eventually, they reached an imposing building. Five stories high, it towered above
When Orion Firestone's threat echoed across the floor, his burly and valiant guards quickly moved towards Arte's dining table and his two subordinates. They all stepped forward confidently, acting as if nothing could obstruct their mission to retaliate for the impudent remarks made by Arte and Imdal earlier. Their sharp eyes, like hungry wolves, glared at Arte with full rage. It was clear they wouldn't hesitate to attack. They shouted fiercely. "You commoners are but trash in front of our noble Firestone Family. So, don't blame us if we get rough!" declared one of the guards. "Oh, then try it!" Arte's voice remained calm, now standing tall beside his table, seemingly challenging the guards. He stood firm, knowing he was up against the Firestone Family's elite forces. But just as the guards prepared to charge, two shadows swiftly darted in front of him. Imdal and Freya, Arte's subordinates, with surprising agility and speed, stood between Arte and the advancing guards, ready to co
On the fifth floor of the Trade Association, silence dominated the grand and lavish room. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, casting a gentle and soothing light. This room bore silent witness to countless transactions and negotiations in the Blue Dragon City. Henry Pendragon sat majestically in his mahogany chair, fixing his sharp gaze upon the three individuals before him. Arte, Imdal, and Freya stood confidently, but their demeanor conveyed respect. Henry took a deep breath and then said, "Three strangers coming into this city with a high-grade Artifact surely have specific intentions. So, tell me, what are you really after in this Blue Dragon City?" Arte glanced at Imdal and Freya, then sighed lightly. "We come with sincere intentions, Lord Pendragon. We merely wish to set up a shop here, conducting our business peacefully. This artifact is merely a sample of the quality goods we possess." Henry's eyes narrowed. He could sense something being hidden by the trio. "Many peopl
With meaningful eyes, Henry replied, “I admire your confidence. But remember this, through diplomacy, showcasing, and respecting their game rules, you can easily prevail.” He then stood up and walked over to the large window, gazing at the city shimmering under the moonlight. “Always bear in mind, every noble has secrets, every family has vulnerabilities. You must learn to observe and listen, turning that knowledge into a formidable weapon!” “Never reveal everything, but always be prepared for any possibility. Play your cards right, and you can acquire power, wealth, and most importantly, live peacefully in this city,” he added with ambition. Freya inquired curiously, "Lord Pendragon, why share all this with us? It seems your relationship with the Firestone Family isn't in good standing, is it?" Henry offered a thin smile. "The Firestone family and I share a long history, filled with conflicts and collaborations. I tell you this because I see potential in the three of you.” “I wag
That morning, as the sun just began to rise over the Flame Mountains, Arte, Imdal, and Freya prepared to continue their journey. They planned to delve deeper into the mountains to find the legendary Phoenix Ashes. However, their plans were abruptly halted when Arte received an urgent notification from the system within him. [It's urgent, Master Arte! Your shop in the city is facing serious trouble. It seems some people are causing problems. You must return immediately!] Arte, surprised by the sudden notification, paused and stared into the distance. "We need to return to the city now," he said with a serious tone. "Our shop is in trouble." Imdal, who was checking his equipment, turned quickly. "Trouble? At our shop? What happened, Arte?" Freya, who was gathering the last of the herbs from the ruins of Dragon Steel, also looked shocked. "Our shop? We need to get back immediately. Who dares cause trouble there?" Without any delay, the trio quickened their pace back to the city. The
Still in the valley of the Flame Mountains, the battle between Arte, Imdal, and Freya against the herd of Dragon Steel reached its climax. Each of their attacks struck with incredible force, creating blinding explosions and lights. Imdal's first attack, "Blade Storm," created a whirlwind of swords pelting the steel skin of the Dragon Steel. Each blade struck with fierce speed and power, making a loud clanging noise upon hitting their steel skin. Though hard, the skin of the Dragon Steel began to show signs of cracking. Freya, with her "Eternal Blizzard," enveloped the battlefield in a bitter ice storm. The ice assaulting the Dragon Steel's bodies produced a deafening cracking sound, momentarily halting their movement. The glowing eyes of the Dragon Steel now emitted smoke, a sign of the burning rage within them. Arte, using "Shadow Strike," leaped high and swung the Time of Death Black Sword with precision. Each of his sword strikes created shadows slicing through the air, targetin
As Arte, Imdal, and Freya continued their struggle against the increasingly enraged Fire Golem horde, the system's voice within Arte brought good news. [Master Arte, you have now successfully defeated twenty Fire Golems. Each Golem is worth 10 Experience Points & 1 System Point. You have accumulated 200 Experience Points & 20 System Points, and... congratulations on your initial success!] Arte, hearing the notification in his head, couldn't hide his satisfied smile. "Thank you, system. I have indeed made significant progress today," he murmured to himself while continuing the battle. Meanwhile, Imdal and Freya were busy harvesting Crystal Hearts from the bodies of the fallen Golems. They worked efficiently, storing the precious hearts in their bags. "Look at this, Imdal. These Crystal Hearts will surely be useful for our new weapons and potions," said Freya, her eyes sparkling at their harvest. Imdal, lifting one of the Crystal Hearts with his sturdy hand, laughed. "Yes, this wi
[Master Arte, remember! These Fire Golems are enormous creatures, clearly made of hot stones and flowing lava, towering in the valley of the Flame Mountains, yet they are vulnerable, and you and your guards can win!] This was the voice of the system within Arte, which continued, [With their massive bodies rumbling with each movement, they seem like the volcano itself is speaking. So, good luck on your first hunt!] Their eyes, glowing with embers, surveyed the vast surroundings vigilantly. Every move they made was filled with the power to shatter anything in their path. Arte, Imdal, and Freya now observed from a distance, assessing the strengths and weaknesses of their foes. "They are strong but slow. We must use our speed and cunning," whispered Arte, his eyes focused on the nearest Fire Golem. Imdal, with his heavy sword ready in hand, stared at the Fire Golem, as if challenging it. "I'll attack from the front, drawing its attention. You two take that chance." Freya, her magic s
At the moment when silence enveloped the Sacred Dragon-Drake Shop, Arte, Imdal, and Freya surrounded a large map spread out on an old wooden table. Their eyes sharply scoured it, seeking the perfect location for their upcoming hunt. Candlelight cast their shadows on the wall, creating a mysterious aura that enveloped the room. "What do you think about the Flame Mountains?" Arte asked, his finger firmly pointing at the map. "Rumors say, there lies Phoenix Ashes and Dragon Steel, both ingredients we need for our new potions and weapons." Imdal, with his sturdy posture, nodded. "The Flame Mountains, a place full of challenges. I'm confident we'll find what we need there. But we must be cautious, the fire monsters there are no easy foes." Freya, her gaze sharp, added, "Also, if I'm not mistaken, there's the legendary Fire Golem. Its power is tremendous, but if we defeat it, we could obtain the rare Crystal Heart, essential for our magic potions." Arte pondered over these facts, weighi
Henry Pendragon sat behind his desk at the Trade Association. The large window beside him provided a perfect view of the city center, including the Sacred Dragon-Dragon Store that was beginning to assert its dominance. Sunlight streamed through the window, perfectly illuminating his room and casting delicate shadows on the marble-floored surface. With a sharp gaze, Henry observed the activities surrounding the store. "He truly is extraordinary!" he murmured, "how did Arte and his two subordinates manage to swiftly transform the face of Blue Dragon City, all starting from a shop I granted them? They are immensely talented!" He smiled in satisfaction, but that smile quickly faded as his eyes landed on an object atop his desk. It gleamed with captivating colors. An ancient artifact called the ‘Nyxion Prism’. An epic-grade artifact resembling a prism, beautifully engraved with a dragon symbol at its center and rare gems on each of its sides. These gems could refract light in a magnifi
With meaningful eyes, Henry replied, “I admire your confidence. But remember this, through diplomacy, showcasing, and respecting their game rules, you can easily prevail.” He then stood up and walked over to the large window, gazing at the city shimmering under the moonlight. “Always bear in mind, every noble has secrets, every family has vulnerabilities. You must learn to observe and listen, turning that knowledge into a formidable weapon!” “Never reveal everything, but always be prepared for any possibility. Play your cards right, and you can acquire power, wealth, and most importantly, live peacefully in this city,” he added with ambition. Freya inquired curiously, "Lord Pendragon, why share all this with us? It seems your relationship with the Firestone Family isn't in good standing, is it?" Henry offered a thin smile. "The Firestone family and I share a long history, filled with conflicts and collaborations. I tell you this because I see potential in the three of you.” “I wag
On the fifth floor of the Trade Association, silence dominated the grand and lavish room. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, casting a gentle and soothing light. This room bore silent witness to countless transactions and negotiations in the Blue Dragon City. Henry Pendragon sat majestically in his mahogany chair, fixing his sharp gaze upon the three individuals before him. Arte, Imdal, and Freya stood confidently, but their demeanor conveyed respect. Henry took a deep breath and then said, "Three strangers coming into this city with a high-grade Artifact surely have specific intentions. So, tell me, what are you really after in this Blue Dragon City?" Arte glanced at Imdal and Freya, then sighed lightly. "We come with sincere intentions, Lord Pendragon. We merely wish to set up a shop here, conducting our business peacefully. This artifact is merely a sample of the quality goods we possess." Henry's eyes narrowed. He could sense something being hidden by the trio. "Many peopl
When Orion Firestone's threat echoed across the floor, his burly and valiant guards quickly moved towards Arte's dining table and his two subordinates. They all stepped forward confidently, acting as if nothing could obstruct their mission to retaliate for the impudent remarks made by Arte and Imdal earlier. Their sharp eyes, like hungry wolves, glared at Arte with full rage. It was clear they wouldn't hesitate to attack. They shouted fiercely. "You commoners are but trash in front of our noble Firestone Family. So, don't blame us if we get rough!" declared one of the guards. "Oh, then try it!" Arte's voice remained calm, now standing tall beside his table, seemingly challenging the guards. He stood firm, knowing he was up against the Firestone Family's elite forces. But just as the guards prepared to charge, two shadows swiftly darted in front of him. Imdal and Freya, Arte's subordinates, with surprising agility and speed, stood between Arte and the advancing guards, ready to co