There, lay his elderly landlady sprawled on the ground, her form twisted in an unsettling manner. Without hesitation, Liam rushed to her side, concern etching his features.
"What happened?" he asked urgently, crouching down beside her.
The landlady, wincing in discomfort, managed to explain, "I tripped over my dress and lost my balance."
Liam's heart went out to her. Without a second thought, he helped her up and supported her. Gently, he slipped one arm beneath her shoulders, his other arm supporting her frail frame from the side. With careful strength, he helped her into a sitting position, his eyes never leaving her to gauge her comfort level.
The delicate lines of her aged face were now drawn with discomfort, her hands gripping her ankle as if trying to alleviate the pain. Her breaths came in uneven, shallow gasps. Liam can see that the landlady's ankle had swelled, and Liam's brows furrowed with worry.
"We need to get you to a hospital,"
"So, when does the time for the quest run out?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty. The system's reply came promptly, its digital voice carrying an air of detached efficiency. "The quest's time limit is 7 days. You must complete the task within this timeframe before being transported to another dimension to locate the quest item." Liam nodded slowly, his mind processing the information. "And how long will I have to search for the item in that other dimension?" he queried further, his eyes fixed on the window displaying the system's responses. The system's tone remained steady as it answered, "The quest duration in the alternate dimension is indefinite. It will last until you either successfully complete the quest or meet your demise." With the knowledge of the impending challenge before him, Liam delved into action. The following seven days became a whirlwind of preparation, fueled by his determination to succeed. Fr
Liam's eyelids fluttered, his consciousness gradually returning to him like a distant whisper. His body felt like a leaden weight, weak and unresponsive. A dry rasp escaped his parched throat as he attempted to move, his feeble efforts met with little success. His trembling hand, hardly more than a quiver, reached out for his inventory window. It was a struggle, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated, like a puppet controlled by frail strings.Amidst his weakness, Liam managed to open the inventory interface, a small victory over the persistent haze that clouded his thoughts. His voice was hoarse as he addressed the system, the words sounding more like a mere croak. "How long was I out?" he managed to ask.The system's response was swift and matter-of-fact, its digital presence unwavering. "You were unconscious for 3 days," it informed him.His eyes blinked slowly as he absorbed the information, a mixture of surprise and realization dawning upon him. He needed
He realized that he could manipulate these conditions to his advantage. With his body still weak from the recent ordeal, he chose to take his time and prioritize his recovery. For the time being, he need his body to regain strength while he meticulously planned his approach.Leaning against the cool, damp cavern wall, Liam inhaled deeply, letting the subtle warmth of the minor healing potions spread through his veins. The gentle hum of magic brought solace to his weary body, encouraging the mending of his wounds.Each day, he meticulously planned his daily routine. As sunlight filtered into the cavern's entrance, he would assess the goblins' activities from his hidden vantage point. With his body weakened and the injuries from his previous encounter still throbbing, he knew that now was not the time for impulsive action.Liam delved deeper into the intricacies of the skill he had acquired. Aware of his lack of combat experience, his body's less-than-optimal stat
With every level earned, he was rewarded with additional skill points. Liam distributed them with calculated precision, bolstering his abilities with a balance of intelligence (INT) and dexterity (DEX). Intelligence for heightened skill refinement and dexterity for unparalleled agility—essential for a shadow-bound strategy."More intelligence will make my skill truly formidable, and dexterity will turn me into a shadowy blur."Equipped with his dagger and his newfound stealth ability, Liam melted into the shadows, becoming one with the darkness. He moved with the fluidity of a shadow, stalking his unsuspecting targets. His strikes were swift, honed to precision through careful calculation. He aimed to disable each goblin swiftly, before they could mount any defense. In this deadly dance, he wove his surroundings into his strategy, using cover and obstructions to his advantage.His first kill ignited a rush of adrenaline, a triumphant pulse coursing through
As the system's portal wrenched him back into his apartment, Liam found himself blinking against the sudden onslaught of familiar surroundings. The stark contrast from the cavern's shadows was disorienting, and he instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes from the harsh light. "Well, that was quite the ride," Liam muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a mix of amazement and exhaustion. His body felt like it had been through a wringer, a sentiment that was echoed by the various cuts and bruises that adorned his form. Gingerly, he assessed his injuries, his fingers tracing the lines of his struggles. As the weight of the battles settled upon him, he knew he had to address his wounds promptly. "Back to the real world, with its real-world problems," he sighed, his words carrying a hint of wry amusement. Cleansing and dressing his wounds became his immediate priority, a task that required more determination than he had initially anticipat
With his hunger sated by a warm meal, Liam turned his attention to his virtual store. The familiar interface greeted him, and he navigated it with the skill of a seasoned merchant. His eyes danced across the digital display of his accumulated wealth. The profits he had reaped were beyond his wildest expectations, a realization that both amazed and emboldened him.Curiosity gnawed at him, prompting him to ask the system a question. "So, what exactly is a merchant quest?"The system responded promptly, explaining, "A merchant quest is a way to upgrade your job level. Once your experience points for your current job max out, you can undertake these quests to advance to the next level. Each quest provides advantages for your store, enhancing its capabilities. Currently, each item you sell or buy through the merchant system incurs a 5% fee, which decreases as you progress through the levels, including transfer fees."Liam pondered the information before voicing his s
Liam finally arrived at his old, rundown house, his heart heavy with a pang of sadness as he gazed at the dilapidated structure. Cracks spider-webbed across the walls, and the roof leaked in multiple places. The sorry state of the house was a reflection of the struggles his family had endured. It was no wonder that his mother's health had deteriorated living in such conditions. But now, things were different; everything was about to change for the better.He pushed open the rustic door, the familiar creak echoing through the air. Just as he was about to close the door, a collision jolted him. A small figure crashed into him with force, jostling him."Liam! Liam, I missed you!"Liam looked down to see a young boy wrapped around his waist, clinging tightly. A smile tugged at Liam's lips despite the circumstances."Jun?!" he exclaimed, disbelief and joy coloring his voice.The little boy, Jun, looked up at Liam with round, teary eyes that held a mixtu
After his sister had finally calmed down from her earlier distress, Liam decided it was time to visit the doctor who had been treating his ailing mother. It was a necessary step, a way to ensure that everything was truly alright. The doctor in question was Dr. Aisha, a woman around 30 years old who held an air of youthful vitality. Her intelligence was apparent, evident in the way she carried herself and the knowledge she possessed.Dr. Aisha's complexion gleamed with a healthy olive hue, a testament to her own care for her well-being. The white doctor's coat she wore accentuated her slender figure, giving her an air of both cleanliness and sophistication. As Liam entered her office, she gestured for him to take a seat. Her voice was calm and composed as she inquired, "What can I help you with today?"Liam swallowed the lump in his throat before mustering the courage to voice his fears. "It's about my mother. How is she? Will she be alright?" he asked, his desperation