"It was an honor doing business with you, young master Oasis,"Malic said after concluding the transaction, handing over storage bracelets filled with mana stones, while the gold coins were safely stored in Oasis's bracelet ring."This kid just sucked us dry of our mana stones," he thought."Oh, young master Oasis, here,"Malic said, handing over a golden token with the symbol of the Pecunia family."This is a VIP token for the Pecunia Merchant Association. You can use it at any branch." he explained further...The VIP token granted Oasis several privileges, including priority service, access to exclusive goods and auctions, and special discounts on transactions.It also allowed him to skip queues and have direct meetings with branch leaders for high-value trades."Thank you, Sir Malic," Oasis said as he left the place. By the time he walked out, a few hours had passed, and it was already around noon."That was easy. I got the stones I needed quickly," he thought as he called out for a
Back in his workshop, Elder Adric carefully sorted through the materials Oasis had provided, having halted all other work to prioritize Oasis's request.The significance and rarity of each item left him in disbelief."10,000 years hot iron," Elder Adric mused, shaking his head in astonishment."And this ash... I can't tell its exact origin, but it's definitely priceless. It likely comes from a claw of a mystic beast above even S-rank," he thought, his heart racing with excitement and disbelief.As he examined the herbs, his excitement grew even more intense. "These herbs... They're exceptional," he thought, his heart racing faster with disbelief and excitement.The materials Oasis brought were all exceptionally rare, not something one could easily obtain.Even the Pecunia Merchant Association would take years to acquire such materials, yet a 12-year-old boy had them.The materials were priceless, meaning Elder Adric only had one shot at making Oasis's sword.Any mistake would waste th
In a secluded indoor hot spring, the dim lighting from lamps mounted on the surrounding pillars cast soft shadows across the room.The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, and the steam rising from the hot water created an ethereal atmosphere.Only the shadow of a man bathing was visible at first, his figure outlined by the flickering light.Splash! Splash!Another figure entered the hot spring area. The man in the spring spoke first, his voice deep and resonant."So, are you done with completing your Tir na Nog report, little brother?" he asked, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying authority.The newcomer, stepped forward."So, tell me what you were joking about having met your brother in Tir na Nog, Azael!" the man continued, his smile becoming slightly visible as his face was partially revealed.He appeared to be around 32 years old, with sharp features, dark hair slicked back, and intense, piercing eyes.His build was muscular, and a certain regal air surrounded him,
"Oh, I can now let loose," Oasis thought, a determined smile forming on his lips.He left the training yard and went inside to retrieve his cloak, which was hanging in the living area.The cloak was predominantly black, with white stripes along the edges, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise utilitarian garment.With his cloak draped over his shoulders, Oasis made his way into the city, his first stop being the Adric Pavilion to prepare for the mission ahead.Oasis made his way to the Adric Pavilion with a clear goal in mind.He wanted his uniform modified to suit his needs, particularly to prevent it from being damaged by his own flames during intense training or combat.Given his status as the Sect Leader's disciple and with a recommendation from Kara, he received immediate attention from the skilled masters at the pavilion.The masters, understanding his concerns, proposed a unique solution.Instead of making the uniform fire-resistant, which would have taken more time and r
Oasis peered around the rock, assessing the chaotic scene.Several of the mercenaries lay still, their bodies broken and lifeless, while those remaining fought with desperate determination.Their swords and spears, however, barely scratched the scales of the colossal serpent. One mercenary let out a guttural scream as the serpent lunged, sinking its fangs into his shoulder and lifting him off the ground before tossing him aside like a ragdoll.Thud!The man's body crashed into the rock Oasis was hiding behind, blood splattering across the surface, the sickening sound of breaking bones echoing in Oasis's ears.The young warrior glanced at the massive beast, recognizing it instantly."That's a C-rank mystic beast, without a doubt," Oasis thought, his heart slightly pounding.He noticed the mercenaries were attempting to protect a carriage, suggesting someone important was inside.The horses that had been pulling the carriage lay dead, their blood pooling near the wheels.The remaining
"Oasis of Lunaris," he replied with a smile, his name carrying a sense of pride and belonging."I am Balto of the BlackBoar Mercenary," the man replied with a respectful nod. "Nice to meet you, Oasis of Lunaris."Oasis and Balto exchanged words for a few minutes.From Balto, Oasis learned that the mercenaries had been contracted to escort the son of the city lord of Belvan Town.The young lord had been attending a meeting about a betrothal alliance with Mistvalley Town, just a few kilometers from the valley where they now stood. Through their conversation, Oasis also learned more about their current location.The place was an independent region, nestled between Verdantia and the Kingdom of Ironhold, known as Dawnhail.Dawnhail was a rugged and somewhat lawless area, where various factions operated with little oversight.The region was valued for its strategic position as a buffer between larger powers, but its independence also made it a hotbed of intrigue and conflict.As Balto expl
"That must be Belvan Town," Oasis thought as he saw the guards near the gate.The sound of the town—voices, the clatter of hooves, and the hum of commerce—grew louder with each step.Balto glanced at Oasis as they approached the gate. "Stay sharp, young one. This place can be as unforgiving as it is prosperous."Oasis nodded, his eyes fixed on the gates as they walked closer.The chubby boy, who was the son of the city lord, spoke to the guards, and the group entered the city without any fuss.Being part of the escort for the city lord’s son ensured their smooth passage into Belvan Town.The town was bustling with activity—traders called out prices, people haggled over goods, and the air was thick with the scents of food and the sound of commerce.Though not as large as a true city, Belvan Town was still impressive, slightly bigger than Mossy Hollow where Oasis had grown up.Without wasting time, Balto and his group headed straight for the city lord's mansion to report their mission.
Meanwhile, back in Lunalith..."You sent the kid to a dangerous place. Don’t you think you went too far?" Elder Tyron said, his voice filled with concern as he spoke to Sect Leader Conri. They sat together, drinking tea under the moonlight."He’s strong enough, Tyron," Sect Leader Conri replied calmly."He might be strong for his age, but he’s still a kid and lacks experience," Tyron insisted."He’s gaining experience this way. Don’t worry too much about him—he’ll be fine," Conri reassured his old friend."At what realm do you think that kid is now?" Conri asked Elder Tyron, testing his insight."Maybe peak Newborn Realm," Tyron guessed, though uncertainty tinged his voice."Not quite. I’ve been watching the boy over the past days, and I can tell without a doubt that Oasis is at the intermediate stage of the Tabula-Rasa Realm, and his spiritual energy is even above that," Conri revealed.!!!"What? That’s impossible at his age," Tyron exclaimed, clearly shocked. "Is he really that tal