The skill menu opened before our hero witha shattered arm.
SKILLS SP: 53
STRENGTH 158
"strengthen the arms" to increase the strength, both physical and magical.
DEFENSE 58
"Toughen up the body" to increase the physical and magical defense.
PERCEPTION 100 (MAX)
"Good with the eyes" to increase the observation, perception, and intuition.
SPEED 337
"Quick on the feet" to increase the speed and stamina.
Holy! He was strong. I… I need to get these numbers, boy. Jeeesus! Should I get defense or uh, strength…? Defense… "toughen up the—" yeah! Therefore, EGGS! Into the basket you go.
Current Skills
SKILLS SP: 0
STRENGTH 158
"strengthen the arms" to increase the strength, both physical and magical.
DEFENSE 111
"Toughen up the body" to increase the physical and magical defense.
PERCEPTION 100 (MAX)
"Good with the eyes" to increase the observation, perception, and intuition.
SPEED 337
"Quick on the feet" to increase the speed and stamina.
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"Mm… Haaah."
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Man… I'm back at the guest room, aren't I?"
Still rubbing his eyes, he adjusted himself on the quarters' bed—comfortable as he shifted.
"Yep, I am."
He opened his eyes, taking in the familiar white ceiling.
"Haaah. Remind me not to have a fight with the fire instructor—arm on the left here would appreciate that…"
He gestured at his left hand.
"…I say to no one as she isn't present."
He turned his head leftward, an empty space where the violet-haired maid usually lay.
"Where is she…? Eh, probably off on servant business."
He got off the bed and stretched.
"I think…" He pinched his chin. "I think an upgrade is in order—cheaping out got my sword sliced through. For that, I probably have to spend all the moneys."
He wore his armor—the shattered metal plate on his left palm, leaving only leather beneath. He strapped the coin pouch around his waist like a belt and looked around for his sword.
"Haaah. Good thing RPGs don't exist in real life. I mean, I'm living it right now—it's a pain in the ass."
With a click of the quarters' white door, he left the room and the castle's premises.
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"Haaah." The blacksmith lady sighed, her cheek resting on her fist as she drummed her fingers on the counter.
DING!
The door's chime perked her up, looking at the door.
"Hello there, Ms. Blacksmith lady." He waved, walking toward the counter. "I've come to request your services."
"Haha. I think I already know what they are."
"Haaah." He sighed, head hanging low. "So you were watching. Anyways…"
THUD! JINGLE!
"…I don't care what material it is or how expensive. All I want is mobility with my armor and a sword that can't be sliced through."
She dipped her head. "Aight, let's get this started."
Started she did, hammering away as he browsed the assortment of weapons displayed along the wall.
Whoa! This is sick! It's like weapons from RPG games.
An emerald broadsword with a ruby hilt, two amethyst-bladed daggers with pre-applied poison, and an actual flaming Chinese Dao—fire like an aura around its blade, illuminating the weapons around it.
He pointed at the flaming sword. "HEY! HOW MUCH DOES THIS COST?"
The hammering paused. "See how it looks foreign, all that heat dancin' 'round the blade? That's every gold you carryin', sugar."
"Wow…" he replied, the price not quite sinking in.
Should've bought this instead.
"Mm-hmm, all that gold sittin' up in that coin sack for that baby."
Huh.
"That's goo— ALL OF IT!" His voice cracked at his yell.
"Hahaha." The blacksmith lady held her stomach, laughing. "I'm only kiddin', it's just seventy-five. Watching you all lost like that is adorable."
"Huh? How's that adorable?" He scratched the side of his eye. "Man, now I feel I'll be easily swindled by the moon in my life."
"Ooo, is that what you're callin' her?"
He nodded. "Yep, that's what I am calling her…"
She hammered on until his gear was finished.
"Whoa! Is this…" He touched the breastplate of his new armor, see-through like glass.
"Indeed, honey. This is diamond!"
"DIAMOND! And this…" Under the diamond plating, chainmail provided mobility. He touched the chainmail. "What! How is this so light?" Despite all that metal, it felt like wearing normal clothes—even with the diamond's weight.
"That's titanium, baby."
Ti— Ti— "Titanium! I thought it'd be something like… I don't know, 'Iron Maiden's Heart'. Also this sword…" The sword was dark, almost black, with a purple sheen visible at certain angles. "Is this obsidian?"
The blacksmith lady sat in her chair, cleaning her face. "Mm-hmm, correct! Not even my husband's axes can cut through that."
Okay…
He nodded silently.
Okay. That's great. It solves all the problems of weapon piercing the gear.
"Thank you, blacksmith lady. I want to say more, but I gotta run."
He sheathed his obsidian sword and headed for the exit. "See you later!"
The door chimed and he left for the arena.
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