VRMMORPG: HEAVEN'S DESCENT

Child Of Prophecy

"You defeated the Skinwalker! You're a true hero!"

"I've never seen anyone fight like that before. You're incredible!

Although the crowd was wild with praises and accolades, Cyrus was more interested in the information before his eyes.

[Host has Leveled Up!]

HP: 11/25]

[Exp:5 /20]

[IQ: 100/???]

[Level 2- Amateur]

[Abilities: Anti-camouflage Is Active!]

[Host has a stat point available. Use a stat point to unlock an ability]

[Rewards for beating a lvl 2 Monster: Host has Unlocked a skill set!]

[Skill???]

[Skill???]

[Reach Level 5 to unlock a skill!]

[Host's battle intellect has increased! Learn more about Skinwalkers???]

[Host has Unlocked Side Quest! Read For 3 hours daily to gain 5 exp]

The flurry of messages vanished the moment Cyrus felt two heavy presence behind him.

"An unauthorized monster hunter eh? Trying to make some change off the people without a license." The first man accused.

Taking one look at them, Cyrus was quick to make out that these men were royal knights.

His eyes narrowed at the second soldier in the field, a brown haired blank faced young man who was armed with a pair of razor sharp European longswords. Cyrus's focus was immediately drawn to the Blood Emblem on the young man's chest. It was the mark of royalty at Diontra. And the weapon he wielded was definitely an A ranked blade of wind.

"You little punk!" The second soldier called out coldly. "Who said you could do our job?!"

"N.no that's not true.." Cyrus said defensively before backing away from the knights in front of him. He had no idea what they'd do to him, keeping his distance was definitely a good idea.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on him!" A voice yelled out from the crowd. The sudden outburst followed the first voice, and soon the entire crowd was yelling on Cyrus's behalf.

"Quiet you pigs!" The first soldier yelled aggressively. He had a tight grimace as we walked over to the unsuspecting player and gripped him forcefully. "We're taking him to the palace for a proper trial!" He announced before forcing Cyrus into the nearby wagon.

"You better keep our hero safe!!" The voice of the crowd trailed off as they rode away from the market. It wasn't difficult for Cyrus to decipher that the locals were being oppressed by those in power, it was evident in the screams. These knights would have killed him on the spot if the locals hadn't intervened. Something was definitely wrong with these people.

There was no telling what would happen if he dies while Inside the game.

'Will I die in real life? Will I be transported back to reality?' Cyrus wondered throughout their ride to the palace.

"Get down brat!" One of the soldiers yelled and Cyrus complied. He didn't want any problem with these people. They were a lot stronger than he was, picking a fight with them wouldn't end well.

A rude push from behind had Cyrus fastening his pace. In a way he was happy he was here. The game had notified him about something earlier.

"The game!" He yelled mentally. He'd been so focused on his system that he'd neglected the developments that might have accompanied his triumph against the Skinwalker, with regards to the game.

Looking down at the watch, he opened the quest box and discovered his first quest was still on.

"New Quest! The queen of Diontra has summoned the transcended player at the palace. Player is to meet the queen before sundown!"

A sigh of relief escaped his lips subconsciously. It would be bad to start failing quests on his very first day. Aside from his quests, Cyrus decided to also check out his stats as a player, but was interrupted by a punch to the side.

[Host has received damage]

[HP: 10/25]

"What?" He turned towards his assaulter with a curious look.

"Don't you dare ignore us again!"

"I'm sorry…" Cyrus drawled before focusing on the door before him. He had no idea they were inside the castle already, he had been too distracted by his watch to notice.

"Get in!" The knight ordered.

Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, Cyrus's shaky hands reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The room was empty, for now at least. Was this supposed to be a prison? He questioned himself as he took a step inside the room.

"You'll wait here until you're summoned." With that, the two knights turned around and left.

"That's weird." He commented after their departure. Now he was alone, it was best he gets to know better about the game and the system. It was clear that they worked independent of each other. If so, then he had a lot more work to do.

Opening up his players panel, Cyrus discovered that his pyrokinetic abilities have leveled up. His ability level was now at its second phase, and honestly he wasn't surprised. He had used the flames as a pro would. With his game playing experience, utilizing abilities weren't that difficult for him. The game must have detected his skills and had leveled him up, judging by his display.

His health status was poor, just like that of his system. But unlike the system it was refilling as time passed.

Mentally, he requested for the system and it appeared instantly.

"How do I make up for my lost health points?" Cyrus inquired.

[Learn more about Health stats???] Popped up and Cyrus immediately opened up the option..

[Health stats will heal overtime. 10 minutes equals one health point. Host can further this process by resting his body, or receiving physical treatment!]

After reading the message, Cyrus checked up his stats once more.

HP: 13/25]

[Exp:5 /20]

[IQ: 100/???]

[Level 2- Amateur]

[Abilities: Anti-camouflage Is Active!]

[Host has a stat point available. Use a stat point to unlock an ability]

He was beginning to understand more of the system now. It was almost like the game, but a little slower. Although his player health was almost back to normal, the pain of his wounds were still there.

"I guess the system's more accurate." He deduced.

Knock! Knock!

Rising swiftly from where he sat, Cyrus rushed towards the door to answer who was behind the door.

"Yes?"

"The queen is ready to meet you, player Mastermind." A feminine voice announced from outside. "Please follow me if you're ready."

Now sure that it wasn't those guards, Cyrus opened the door, lowered his head in respect to the lady before him, before following her out of the room.

They walked in silence for a while, before Cyrus finally decided to break it.

"Umm…where are we going to?"

"Aren't you the transcended player? The Queen summoned for you, didn't she?"

"Yes, she did. But isn't this some sort of trial?"

"I see, Damian and Casmir brought you here didn't they? They're both dead."

"What??!!" Cyrus exclaimed subconsciously. He quickly managed to find his composure, before asking. "Why?"

"They treated the Queen's guest without respect." The lady answered curtly before making a turn. She paused before a large door before turning towards the still shocked Cyrus.

"There are some among us who see you as their savior..." Cyrus glanced at the woman in awe as she said this, but only for a moment.

"...as some sort of saint who will deliver this world from its own darkness. You're the champion of the prophecy, the queen has summoned you probably because she wants to be in control of the power you possess."

After her words, the lady pushed the door open to reveal a room that spoke nothing less of royalty.

"Your guest has arrived, your highness."

"You may leave, Eve." Her voice was clear and crisp, almost enchanting.

"Your highn—"

A slender hand clad in a beautiful mauve silk glove covered Cyrus''s mouth, preventing him from finishing his sentence.

"Call me Minerva." Her breath fell on his skin, and with it came shivers that ran through his entire body. She was dressed in a blood red flowing gown that hugged her round chest and hips. Her ink black hair cascaded down to her back and the waves on them made it look like it was a flowing river.

Her rosy red lips arched up in a smile at Cyrus's reaction, and slowly the Queen retracted her finger and in the next moment she was on her throne once more.

Although her looks were aesthetic and alluring, Cyrus felt nothing but fear inside of him. He has suddenly become hot, and he didn't need to look for the reason.

It was very obvious that this person was the source of the sudden heat that had filled the room. A slight sweat broke out across Cyrus's forehead, one that was not caused by the heat but rather by a subconscious apprehensiveness of the level of power that was just pouring off this individual.

"Welcome, child of prophecy."