Chapter 3 DISASTER (I)
He was excited as he thought of all the possible rewards the system might give him, but he realized it was only an instant level up that the system promised. A wave of disappointment washed over him because that was the only reward.
Suddenly, a notification from the system appeared, and he immediately wanted to see what it said.
[QUEST ACHIEVED]
[REWARDS: Instant Level Up]
Roshan felt a surge of energy deep within, a renewal that coursed through his body.
[HOST LEVEL: Level 2]
[CURRENT ABILITY: None]
[STRENGTH: 11]
[AGILITY: 9]
[SPEED: 10]
[STAMINA: 8]
‹Mage Status›
[Mage Level: 0]
[Magic Ability: None]
[Mana Control: 0]
[HP: 15/15]
[EXP: 0/15]
[One free stat has been obtained]
Looking through his status, Roshan could only marvel. He had never expected this kind of reward. Every attribute had increased by one point for completing the quest.
He noticed something called a free stat. He wondered what it meant. It was as if the system had read his thoughts, because immediately a message appeared.
[A free stat is obtained when earned. The host earns it after a wise decision or a successfully planned victory. There are other ways to earn it, but due to the host's level, information is currently locked]
[A free stat can be added to any current attribute to improve it]
Roshan wondered what the system meant by "Information locked" but quickly focused on the fact he could increase one of his attributes.
He immediately thought of his lowest stat, Stamina. He had always tired easily, and he needed to fix that weakness.
[Stat added to Stamina]
[Current Stamina: 9]
It was a small improvement, but progress was progress. He smiled as he dragged the dead beast home.
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Dragging the beast, he realized he had traveled far from home. His parents would be angry, but once they saw the food he had brought, they would be pleased. The thought made him grin.
As a skilled tracker, he followed the familiar scent of home, avoiding any trouble along the way. A faint smile appeared as he got closer.
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“Darling, we are under attack,” Gray shouted to his wife. A few seconds later, the front door of their house exploded inward.
A group of five men dressed entirely in black, faces covered except for their eyes, stepped in.
The Night Wings. Gray knew instantly they were assassins.
He gripped his sword and assumed a fighting stance. He knew this fight would not be easy.
The man in front, with the most menacing eyes, stepped forward. He was clearly the leader.
He moved with blinding speed, swinging his sword. A loud clang rang out as Gray blocked it.
“Long time, no see, Teacher,” the man said, attacking again, aiming for Gray’s side.
Gray blocked with precise timing. “Looks like your moves haven’t improved,” he said, but he barely had time to speak as he stopped a kick aimed at his head, pushed back by the force.
“Surprised?” the young man asked, moving faster than before. Strike, kick, strike, punch. He kept Gray on the defensive, pushing him further into the house.
Gray knew he had to turn the tide. Flames erupted along the edge of his sword as he slashed. The air warped from the heat and force of a single swing.
The assassin tried to dodge but it was too late. Part of the flames struck him, burning his armor black, setting half the room ablaze.
Gray turned to check on his wife. “Ria, are you alright?” he called.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” came her soft, silky reply.
Ria was a powerful warlock. She had already taken down two of the weaker assassins on her own.
Now she faced the remaining two. The first attacked swiftly, aiming for her neck. The other struck at her side.
She needed precision or she would be hurt. She drew a dagger from under her coat, blocking the side strike, twisting her body just enough to avoid the neck slash, leaving only a small cut on her cheek. Blood trickled down.
“How dare you draw my blood,” she boomed, eyes turning fully white.
She lifted herself into the air, her hair and dress whipping wildly. She raised her hands, causing the floor beneath her to rise. A loud bang echoed through the room.
The second assassin watched his partner explode in blood across the room. ‘So this is the power of a warlock,’ he thought, stunned.
He tried to flee as rocks flew toward him. Reaching the door, he prepared to jump when a long slash caught his neck. His head rolled to the floor.
Peace returned. All the assassins were dead. Ria sank to her knees, exhausted from using her powers.
Gray came to her side. “You did well, love. You took out more than me,” he said with a smile.
