"Let the games commence," I declared, as a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins.
In mere seconds, propelled by my significantly enhanced agility and speed, I crossed the desolate hallway, landing at the staircase in the blink of an eye. A glance around revealed the vanished remains of the slaughtered monsters; the system had efficiently eliminated their bloodied carcasses, turning them into demon cores and assorted artifacts. As a result, even their spilled blood was being absorbed into oblivion.The staircase was devoid of any creatures. I made haste, descending to the third floor and soon found myself on the second level."This will be a true test of skill," I muttered under my breath.I found myself confronted by a teeming horde of Demons. I stepped cautiously into the wide hallway of the second floor, and instantly, dozens of creatures fixed their malignant gazes upon me, baring their sharpened fangs threateningly. An initial estimate sThe battlefield was a grisly panorama of lifeless bodies, a tribute to the fierce struggle that had just concluded. I stood triumphantly amidst the bloody carnage, a satisfied grin marking my face as the fallen demons dissipated, metamorphosing into experience points for me. As their spectral bodies vanished into the ether, they generously bequeathed their valuable cores.Although my successful onslaught facilitated a level-up six times, it was a disappointing number compared to my aspirations. It felt as if the mountain I was scaling was growing steeper with every step; every subsequent level-up becoming an increasingly challenging feat to accomplish. This was a common principle I'd encountered before in the role-playing games and novels I'd immersed myself in, but to experience it firsthand was another story.As I surveyed the battlefield, my gaze was drawn to the scattering of luminescent purple stones — the residual cores of the fallen demons. I let out a low,
Upon my entry into the house, a few subtle signs had indicated that all was not as it seemed. The disorderly state of the house suggested that its occupant was either particularly unclean or… As I inhaled deeply, the lingering human scent wafting in the stale air confirmed my suspicions. Someone had been here recently, possibly even now. Although this raised some alarm bells, I decided to keep my focus on my own objectives. After all, the person didn't project any immediate threat. But once I wrapped up my self-assessment and had a better understanding of my abilities, it seemed only natural to confront the lingering presence in the house.I pondered, “For all I know… This might not be his home.” In the chaotic world that unfolded around us, concepts such as property rights had become rather ambiguous. Nonetheless, it was a surprise to stumble upon a resident in this dilapidated shelter.After successfully rendering the intruder unconscious, I fetched a s
With a confident smile, I responded to his desperate plea. "Certainly, I'll assist you," I assured the trembling man tied before me. Relief began to replace the terrified expression on Arthur's face."R-Really?" His voice wavered, seemingly unsure whether to take my words at face value."In all honesty, I've been struggling to escape this place on my own," I admitted, exhaling a heavy sigh. "I need your assistance just as much as you need mine.""Even with your high level?" He questioned in disbelief."Well... the situation is a little complicated..." I confessed, masking my unease with a vague reply.It had become quite apparent that Arthur was a novice when it came to navigating this world and its embedded system. I'd initially regretted not being among the first batch of summoned individuals, assuming I'd missed out on crucial information. However, it appeared that even the early arrivals were clueless about many aspects of this world.If I could garner Arthur's trust and collabora
With a confident smile, I responded to his desperate plea. "Certainly, I'll assist you," I assured the trembling man tied before me. Relief began to replace the terrified expression on Arthur's face."R-Really?" His voice wavered, seemingly unsure whether to take my words at face value."In all honesty, I've been struggling to escape this place on my own," I admitted, exhaling a heavy sigh. "I need your assistance just as much as you need mine.""Even with your high level?" He questioned in disbelief."Well... the situation is a little complicated..." I confessed, masking my unease with a vague reply.It had become quite apparent that Arthur was a novice when it came to navigating this world and its embedded system. I'd initially regretted not being among the first batch of summoned individuals, assuming I'd missed out on crucial information. However, it appeared that even the early arrivals were clueless about many aspects of this world.If I could garner Arthur's trust and collabora
My mind reeled at his revelation.“Is this fool for real?!” I internally exploded.All the kindness I had shown him, all for naught? Such a waste!“There’s no point in an alliance then. I’ll have to figure out another way-” I caught myself before speaking my thoughts aloud.Suddenly, my attention was caught by the sight of the fine tools I had noticed earlier. Knives and other well-crafted makeshift weapons lay strewn on the ground a few meters away.A grin spread across my face as an idea took form in my mind.“He might still end up being useful, after all.”An uncomfortable silence settled between us, only to be broken by Arthur's hesitant voice.“E-Erm… So…” he stammered, his eyes darting around the room in anxiety.He was clearly wondering about my next move. Luckily, he might not be as useless as I initially thought.“A-Ah, I apologize. I was momentarily lost in thought.” I quickly reassured him, keeping up my friendly facade.“Tell me, Arthur, could your Gift have anything to do
[Smithing] – a gift that granted the ability to forge weapons and tools from various materials. An ability straight out of the many games I had indulged in. Given the similarity in the mechanics of this world to those of video games, I felt confident about how the concept should work. I was ecstatic, feeling as if I had stumbled upon a jackpot.A soft moan broke my reverie. It was Arthur, finally loosening his stiffened limbs after I had untied the ropes that had kept him bound. His relief was palpable, and he looked at me with a thankful smile. I rolled my eyes internally; it was as if I was dealing with a child. My act of kindness was purely utilitarian – I needed him to use his [Smithing] Gift, after all.Thankfully, Arthur trusted me, and his evident fear meant he would refrain from pulling any risky moves. Satisfied, I decided it was time to get to work.“Alright, Arthur, it's time we got started. I've told you about my Gift. Now, it’s your turn to explain how your Gift works,” I
[System Alert]Arthur's face lit up in delight. "It worked!" he exclaimed, his gaze transfixed on the glow emanating from the newly crafted sword. I, too, found myself grinning in relief, thankful our risky endeavor hadn't ended in failure. Otherwise, five invaluable cores would have been wasted.Slowly, I reached for the sword. Its hilt was glowing on the ground, pulsating with an inviting yet intimidating energy. Grasping it firmly, I hoisted it off the ground."Heavy..." I muttered, feeling the considerable weight of the weapon.Bringing the sword closer, I examined it carefully. The blade, thin and long, bore a dark hue, underscored by a subtle crimson aura that surrounded it. I trained my focus on the weapon and the familiar green window popped into view.[System Information]Name: Enhanced SwordRank: F+Level: 10 (Max)Strength: 500Durability: 5,000Core Power: 700Core Energy: 100%[.]A smile of satisfaction spread across my face. The decision to sacrifice two more cores and
"Wow," I breathed out, incredulous, "that's a considerable amount."I was awestruck by the vast array of weapons that Arthur had crafted using his Gift. The assortment seemed to span into hundreds, a testament to his prowess and dedication.He chuckled uneasily in response, an awkwardness hanging in the air as he acknowledged his handiwork. Arthur shared that he believed having a substantial arsenal would prepare him to confront the Demons. This belief had driven him to hone his skills, to explore the possibilities offered by his Gift. Yet, despite his impressive output, a tangible fear of the outside world remained nestled within him.Making a decision, I spoke up, "Alright then, it's time to get to work."Given the circumstance, it was clear that the seventy or so Demon Cores I possessed wouldn't be enough to smith the vast array of weapons spread before us. However, the objective wasn't to enhance every single weapon. Arthur looked towards me, a gleam in his eyes that suggested ex