"Number 245, Loctrace." A voice calls me into the back.
Arriving I met with an NPC I know, mister strong face, or as the game puts it.
Level 120, human, Fleep.
"Didn't I already give you a card?" He looks over his documents.
"I lost it." I rub the back of my head.
He glances up from his documents. "In that case, we will have to redo the exam. Come with me."
Following behind him, I am shoved head force into an arena. A hundred people watching from the stands, including one cheering Sophia.
What the fuck is happening?
"Don't be afraid to die." He continues. "I will personally revive your soul." He may not look it, but he is the highest level of priest, a bishop, he can revive people without a church, and they don't suffer the level loss.
I instinctively reach for my sword, just to swipe air. Looking down I take a gulp.
Level 60, mountain bear, pet of Fleep.
Out comes a demi boss like it is nothing. How is this the first enemy? My bulky frame barely twists past the bare's claw.
Relax, I grab a spear from my inventory.
Epic
Lost spear.
This spear was found in deep mud, whoever used it must have been a master, and its fine blade tells you the same of the craftsman. As it has degraded for years, it will break on use.
My spear smacks into its eye, blood and dust spurting everywhere, the blood from the bear's brains getting poked through, and dust from the spear shattering away.
80
The bear collapses to the floor, clearly dead.
Did I just waist the lost spear on a bear? I was saving it to get a unique companion. I guess that is off the table.
There was barely a steer in the crowd as the next gate opens.
Level 80, Ace the devourer of men.
A boss? And one of the Aces. There can only be eleven Aces at one time, and once one dies, a new ace will be born. Think of them like legendary enemies, they give better drops then others of their species, and they are equivalent to bosses.
Him being level eighty, means he is closer to a level three hundred mob, they always say multiply by three. So that means he is about level 240. That is lower than the demon I killed, but I kinda cheated in that fight. I mean I would have won anyways, but that would have taken hours.
"Go Loctrace go." Sophia ever so chipper, cheers me on.
The beast is obviously a minotaur, which give it three skills.
Charge, 30 second cool down.
Punch, 2 second cool down,
And the action he is doing now. Rock throw, 60 second cool down.
In L&L there are attacks we call UD, standing for undodgeable, there name is kinda deserving, as they can be dodged with any of the dash skills, including dash it self, but can't be dodged my normal movement. These skills are usually to counter slow but strong builds.
The rock that is the size of a toddler collides with my face.
-300.
It is like this that my unarmed head became a mist of red. The crowd shuttered at the sight, my body, without some mind to control it, slumps to the floor. A rather pathetic sight.
The minotaur stomps over, kicking down my kneeing body. He turns to the crowd with ravenous eyes.
"Shit, I don't ever want to get that feeling again." I push myself to my feet, causing the minotaur to glance at me like I was some ghost. It isn't surprising, even a normal vampire would have died from such a blow, but I am not a normal vampire, I am a stray with one extra point of regen, and when I said that one point turned me from almost unkillable to unkillable, I meant it.
His fist smacks my face, caving it in.
-100.
Before my body can hit the floor I am rubbing my throbbing nose. "I said that hurt, can you not." His horns pierce my skull, ramming me into the wall of the arena. He stands there nostrils flaring, his eyes locked to my very dead looking eyes. After a minute he takes a step back, believing he was finally victorious.
In my world, earth, there was a legend that a vampire could rise from the dead when buried. This was before the stake through the heart thing got popular, in this time they would lay a heavy boulder over their corpse, so that their body couldn't reform. If you were to ask me the best way to slay myself, other than a very powerful attack, then that would be it. It doesn't matter if I can regen if my body is crushed each time.
"Man." I glance at the bored crowd. "Is me dying not entertaining?!" I question them. "I wish I had some powerful attack to please you, but guess who's mister shit damage!"
"I am finding this entertaining!" Both Sophia and the returned Harry shout from the stands. The fact Harry was mocking Sophia seemed to piss her off, as she pushes him into the pit with me.
He thumps against the sand, his body rolling to my feet.
"Yo." He waves up at me.
I am forced to take the minnitars punch so he could get back to his feet.
"Get out." Fleep waves him over, but Harry just snickers.
"You cheated, these are way higher level enemies than he is supposed to be facing. I bet a noble put you up to this, he probably wanted to embrace Loctrace."
"And what would a mage girl like you know about it." Fleep glares. "I have a family to protect."
"Girl!?" Harry begins to build with rage, as I get pummeled to death repeatedly. "I'll show you who I truly am." A staff appears in his hand, I could recognize it in an instant.
Legendary
Staff of the old god.
This staff is brimming with mana, it is so great you can feel it radiate into the air. A staff created by a god whose name has been lost to time, no one knows when it was created, or if the creator was good or bad, but this staff transcends reality to right the ways of the failing magic.
Can bind three legendary spells, and one world level spell, when using this staff those spells are free once per day.
The staff given if you hunt all of the timeless mages, most consider it, thanks to its stats and ability, to be the best staff in the game. Though I think Harry would argue against that, even so just the sight of it gives the feeling of awe, it is like my armor, proof that you are a legendary player. "I cast fire ball." Why is he making a reference to D&D? I am referring to Dicks and Ducks, a trendy basement dwellers game, where a group of players will roleplay fantasy scenarios both involving dicks and ducks. A truly trendy game, with no relation to any other game or product going by the same letters.
In reality he did not cast fire ball, instead waving his staff around, he repeats. "Fire ball, fire ball, fire ball, fire ball." The crowd seeing this high level man waving around an even higher level staff begin to run in fear.
I feel like he is living his dream of being a Dicks and Ducks character. I am proud of the man, truly inspirational.
"Fire ball, fire ball."
"Can you stop raving that around like a lunatic?" A long bearded man stands on the tip of a very long staff.
Level 398, pantherthrope, Lycan the grand mage.
One of the many thropes, there is the memorable Lycanthrope, even the kitsune counts as a thrope in L&L. All you need to be is a non-humanoid race that can change their shape to look human. Kitsune are foxes, Lycanthropes are wolves, and pantherthropes are tigers. I think that sums it all up.
Harry ducks his head under his hood. "Yes master."
"I swear." He hops from his staff landing before us, I am still being beaten by the way. "I accepted that you are a man, I accepted that you wish to marry Lilly, and yet you go around bringing shame to my name." Feep spontaneously gets zapped by lightning, falling to his knees unconscious. "You are to be the next grand mage when I die, and yet it feels like I can't take you out of my sight." He clicks his tongue. "When I was your age I was deep in the royal library, not going off on crusades, or pretending to cast spells." How old is this geasser? "You know I only have a few years left."
Am I chopped liver? Perhaps I would be if Sophia didn't come to my rescue, singlehandedly slaying the minotaur.
"I know." Harry's shoulders scrunch together, as if to make him hide from the world.
"If you know, then show it." The staff finally falls and he catches it with one hand. "I am so tired, and you." He finally turns to me. "Get your act together, We may not have talked much, but for a man older than myself, you sure don't act it. Always leading my disciple astray in your little games. Lets go slay this monster, what about the next, oh and kill kill kill. At your age you think you might be bored of such meaningless tasks. I certainly am."
"Old man." I stand up my face as stern as ice. "I don't know who you are, but Harry is my friend, and I won't let you speak to him that way."
"Old man?" His lips tremble. "You're older than fossils, gramps."
Oh he did it now. "Gramps! Says the shriveled up prune."
"Just because I have the grace of wisdom, doesn't mean I am half as barbarically old as you, I bet when you were born there was no water or air to breathe."
"Well, yeah, I bet you're so old you need someone to help you off the shitter." I cross my arms.
"Even your words are barbaric, can't you speak with some grace that is bequeathed upon age." He also crosses his arms.
"I didn't know I had to be a scalar just because I am next to mister prestiges ass." I nod. "You know what, I bet your ass is prestiges, I bet they will hang it up in some university when you finally kick the bucket."
"At least that's better than such a crusty old ass that people would be afraid to touch it on the street. If you finally croaked, your body would be left as an ill omen."
"Boys." Sophia steps in between us. "You both look like idiots, so cut it out."