Chapter 21: Phase 1 – Into the Abyss
Following the announcement from the system, Lleyn found himself standing alone in this place that defied his understanding—an ethereal space where his senses felt numbed. It was serene yet perplexing, and as he glanced around, Lleyn couldn’t help but wonder what this place was. Even in his past life, no one had figured it out, It was too foreign compared to the stages of the tutorial and the world of Eldoria. For most back then, it was akin to waiting room, suspended in time.
Soon enough, a new message appeared before him. It was a simple system notification, and it read:
[You can now view your Health and Mana gauges.]
As the message dissipated, Lleyn instinctively focused his attention on the new information available to him, calling up his status screen.
Name: Lleyn
Age: 26
Level: 1
Title: Early Awakening Lv1
Health: 360/360
Mana: 330/330
Exp: 0/30
[Attributes:]
Strength: 30 +3
Stamina: 30
Health: 30
Agility: 30 +5
Magic Power: 30
Dexterity: 20
Perception: 18
Luck: 3
[Innate Skills:]
Odin’s Judgement (Level 1)
Lightning Infusion (Level 2) – Channels the potent power of Odin’s lightning, allowing its user to infuse objects or even themselves with electrifying energy.
Clarity (Passive) – Increases the acquisition rate of skill experience by 20%.
Sword Mastery (Level 1) – Enhances swordsmanship skills, improving precision, fluidity, and reaction time in combat. Allows for advanced techniques and mental clarity. Damage with sword weapons increased by 20%
Ley Line Channeling (Passive) (Level 2) – Constantly channels the power coursing through Ley Lines into the body to increase the power of innate skills by 15% (skills from equipment are not included).
Magic Circuit Level 1 (Passive) (Level 1): Increased Mana Flow: +10% mana pool. Enhanced Spell Precision: -15% spell failure. Magic Affinity: +10% magical damage. Magic Resistance: -10% magical damage received.
[Equipment Skills:]
Shadow Veil: Activate to become invisible for up to 5 minutes. Cooldown: 20 minutes. Invisibility ends abruptly if the user attacks an enemy.
Windblast: Allows the user to unleash a focused burst of air with a quick slash of the dagger.
[Quests:]
1. The Strongest (1)
Objective: Come out as the highest ranking challenger in the first phase of the tutorial.
Rewards: 400 Gold, 20 stat points, and the Skill “Eyes of the Strongest. Lv1”
[Inventory:]
Gold: 600
*Early Awakening Lv1: The user will receive 5 more stat points from every level up.
Satisfied with what he saw, he closed the screen, preparing himself for whatever awaited him in this enigmatic void.
“Helloooo.~”
As if in response to his readiness, a voice pierced the silence, drawing his attention. It was a soft and melodic voice, one that invoked both curiosity and caution. Lleyn’s gaze focused on the source of the sound..
Before him hovered a small, ethereal creature, resembling a fairy with its delicate wings and luminous aura. The voice sounded different from the system, a reminder that there were forces at play in the world of Eldoria, some benevolent, others far less so. This voice belonged to one of the former. Its appearance was almost deceivingly cute, belying the power it held over the Awakened.
“Welcome Lleyn!” it chimed, “I am Auralis.”
Lleyn’s recognized the name. Auralis—the small, enigmatic fairy who had played a pivotal role in his past life, orchestrating quests with unfathomable cruelty despite its cute appearance. Many had met their demise due to its words.
Feigning ignorance, Lleyn raised an eyebrow. “Auralis? Who are you? What’s happening?”
Auralis, its translucent wings fluttering gently, floated closer to Lleyn. “I am here as your guide, Lleyn. You, along with the others chosen for this tutorial, are now Awakened. You possess the power to transcend humanity.”
Lleyn blinked, trying to grasp the magnitude of Auralis’ words. “Awakened? Transcend humanity?”
Auralis nodded with an air of excitement. “Indeed, Lleyn. You have been selected to embark on a journey—a journey that will test your limits and reshape your existence. I am here to guide you, to help you survive through the different phases of the tutorial until you reach Eldoria. Strength and fortune await you there.”
Lleyn, maintaining his façade of curiosity, decided to probe further. “Eldoria? What is it? Why am I here?”
Auralis, with a mischievous twinkle in its eyes, hovered closer. “Ah, Lleyn, you will discover the answers in due time. Eldoria is a realm beyond imagination, a place where your true potential will be realized. But for now, you must trust in me and the path that lies ahead.”
Despite his feigned interest, Lleyn couldn’t shake the unease that clung to him. The memory of his past encounters with Auralis cast a shadow over their conversation. “Tell me more,” he urged, trying to gather as much information as he could.
Auralis, its delicate form radiating an otherworldly glow, replied, “Patience, dear Lleyn. All will be revealed when the time is right. For now, let us take the next step.”
With those cryptic words, Auralis turned away from Lleyn, its wings shimmering as it approached a shimmering gate. The gateway hummed with a magical energy that was both inviting and foreboding.
Lleyn clenched his fist and focused his eyes before he followed Auralis through the gate, disappearing into the unknown.
The ethereal space remained empty, devoid of any presence save for the fading echoes of their conversation. Auralis had fulfilled its role as a guide, setting Lleyn on a path that would lead him through the myriad trials of the tutorial.
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Lleyn found himself once again in the familiar space of Phase One. The surroundings resembled the ruins of a medieval village, casting an eerie atmosphere over the gathered crowd of people. About a hundred individuals stood there, their expressions a mix of curiosity, fear, and uncertainty.
As he scanned the faces, a familiar voice called out his name. It was Elena, his cousin, who rushed over to him with a blend of joy and anxiety in her eyes. Her initial happiness was quickly tempered by the realization of the unknown and potentially perilous situation they all found themselves in. Lleyn offered her a comforting smile and patted her head gently.
“It’s good to see a familiar face,” Elena began before her words faltered. “But, Lleyn, this… this isn’t something to be happy about, is it?”
Lleyn nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation. “You’re right, Elena. We’re in uncharted territory here, and we need to watch out for each other. We’re family, after all.”
Their conversation was interrupted as more people began to arrive, each one with their own mix of emotions painted across their faces. Anxiety hung in the air, and the uncertainty of their circumstances loomed large.
Suddenly, a clear and gleeful voice resonated through the air, causing everyone to turn their attention towards the source. Auralis appeared before them, his presence both captivating and unsettling.
“How delightful!” Auralis exclaimed, his tone filled with a twisted delight. “I see you’ve made some new friends!”
Silence fell and Auralis spoke to the gathered crowd in a cheerful, almost sing-song manner. “Ladies and gentlemen, the 250 chosen ones of Phase One have now assembled! It’s time for the fun to begin!”
Panic rippled through the crowd, and questions were hurled at Auralis from all directions. What would happen next? What were they supposed to do?
Auralis addressed the crowd once more, his tone more serious this time. “Listen carefully, my dear Awakened. In Phase One, you will face a variety of challenges, including monsters that will test your mettle. But remember, I’m here to assist you. Now, let’s not waste any more time. The monsters will be here soon.”
[New Quest Received: Survive. Duration: 24 Hours.]
Panic and fear surged once more among the crowd. People turned to Auralis, demanding answers. What did this quest mean? What were they supposed to do?
A distraught man who had earlier expressed his despair could bear it no longer. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and he clutched his head in anguish.
“We’re all going to die!” he repeated, his voice trembling.
Auralis, however, floated over to him, his demeanor shifting back to a feigned reassurance. He patted the man’s head and spoke in soothing tones.
“Now, my friend, let’s not jump to conclusions,” Auralis cooed. “You see, I’m here to guide you all. This quest is just the beginning, and together, we can overcome any challenge that comes our way.” Lleyn watched the scene unfold with a sense of unease. Auralis was a creature of chaos and manipulation, and his promises were never to be trusted fully.
As he spoke, hundreds of weapons materialized from thin air, dropping to the ground around the assembled group. Swords, spears, bows, and various other weapons lay at their feet, waiting to be claimed.
Auralis gestured towards the weapons with a mischievous smile. “Pick whatever you like, my brave Awakened. These will be yours as you embark on your journey in Phase One. Good luck, and may the quest begin!”
The crowd hesitated for a moment, still reeling from the shock of their sudden predicament. But as the realization that they had no other choice settled in, people began to pick up weapons and equip themselves. Some chose swords, others bows, and a few opted for staves or spears. Lleyn found a longsword that felt comfortable in his grip and slung it over his shoulder.
Crude Lonsword
Type: Sword
Damage: 2-5 (Physical)
As the last person equipped themselves, a distant bell tolled, its chime echoing through the village ruins. Auralis clapped his tiny hands together in delight, his wings fluttering with excitement.
“Ah, there it is! The bell that signals the beginning of Phase One,” Auralis exclaimed. “How wonderful! Now, my dear Awakened, your first quest awaits.”
A system message appeared before everyone, its letters shimmering in golden light.
[Time Left: 23:59]
As if on cue, a low rumble echoed through the village ruins, and the ground beneath their feet trembled ever so slightly. The crowd tightened their grips on their weapons, preparing for what lay ahead.
Auralis grinned, his tiny form radiating an eerie enthusiasm. “Let the quest begin!”
Chapter 22: The First Onslaught
The bell’s chime reverberated through the air, its haunting tone signaling the beginning of a battle that none of the Awakened were prepared for. From the shadows of the ruined village, goblins began to emerge. Their short, wiry frames, averaging around 130cm, with the tallest barely reaching 145cm, belied their ferocity. Their greenish, mottled skin seemed to blend with the dim surroundings, and their beady red eyes glinted with malevolence. Armed with primitive knives and wooden clubs, they moved with a surprising agility, their intent clear: to kill.
Lleyn’s heart raced as memories from his past life flooded back. He had faced goblins before, but the people around him hadn’t. He could see the panic in their eyes, the sheer terror of facing a real-life monster. The majority of the Awakened scrambled away, their movements uncoordinated and clumsy. Some tripped over the uneven ground or their own feet, while others collided with each other in their haste to escape.
A few brave souls, driven either by courage or desperation, tried to confront the goblins. But their inexperience was painfully evident. A young man, probably in his early twenties, lunged at a goblin with a spear, but his attack was easily sidestepped. Before he could recover, two other goblins pounced on him, their clubs descending with brutal force. The sickening thud of wood meeting flesh echoed through the air, and the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Another Awakened, a woman with fiery red hair, tried to fend off a goblin with a dagger. But her movements were too slow, too predictable. The goblin dodged her attack and, with a swift motion, plunged its knife into her abdomen. She let out a gut-wrenching scream before collapsing, her lifeblood pooling around her.
Lleyn’s gaze darted around, searching for Elena amidst the chaos. He spotted her a few meters away, clutching a crossbow with trembling hands. She aimed and released a bolt, but it went wide, missing the goblin she was targeting. Another goblin, seeing her as an easy prey, lunged at her. But Elena, driven by sheer adrenaline, managed to sidestep its attack and shoot it point-blank. The bolt pierced the goblin’s throat, and it fell, gurgling and clutching its wound.
Relief washed over Lleyn, but it was short-lived. Another goblin was already advancing on Elena. Without a second thought, Lleyn sprinted towards her, his longsword in hand. He reached her just in time, his blade slicing through the goblin’s torso. It let out a high-pitched scream before collapsing, its life extinguished.
Elena, still in shock, looked at Lleyn with wide eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Lleyn nodded, his gaze never leaving the battlefield. “Stay close,” he instructed. “And keep that crossbow ready.”
Together, they moved through the ruins, fending off goblins as they went. Lleyn’s movements were fluid and precise, a stark contrast to the clumsy attempts of the other Awakened. But he was careful to hide his true skills, making it look like he was struggling just as much as the others. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself, not yet.
Elena, for her part, was doing her best to keep up. She managed to kill another goblin, her bolt finding its mark this time. But for every goblin they killed, two more seemed to take its place.
The battle raged on, the screams of the dying and the roars of the goblins filling the air. The ground was slick with blood, and the stench of death was overpowering. But Lleyn and Elena pressed on, determined to survive.
As the last of the goblins fell, the village ruins were once again plunged into silence. The Awakened, those who had survived, looked around in disbelief. They had faced their first real challenge, and while many had perished, others had emerged stronger, their resolve hardened.
Lleyn sheathed his sword and turned to Elena. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Elena nodded, her face pale but determined. “I am,” she replied. “Thanks to you.”
Lleyn smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “This is just the beginning,” he said. “We need to be prepared for what comes next.”
As the Awakened began to regroup and tend to their wounds, Lleyn couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The goblins were just the first wave, and there would be more challenges ahead. But for now, they had survived, and that was all that mattered.
The battlefield was a tableau of chaos and carnage. The bodies of goblins lay strewn about, their grotesque forms a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had just taken place. The eerie silence that followed was occasionally punctuated by the soft sobs of the injured and the mournful cries of those who had lost loved ones. Above them all, the timer loomed ominously, its glowing digits indicating that 23 hours remained.
Lleyn took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The aftermath of the battle was a grim sight, but it was also a reminder of their victory, however temporary it might be. He felt a mixture of relief and trepidation, knowing that the respite was short-lived.
As he stood there, lost in thought, three figures approached him. Their footsteps were hesitant, but their expressions were resolute. Aric, a burly man with a short sword and shield, was the first to speak. His voice was gruff, but there was a hint of admiration in his tone. “You’ve got quite the arm on you,” he remarked, nodding towards the dozen or so goblin corpses that lay around Lleyn.
Beside him, Dorian, a leaner man with sharp features, chuckled. His axe, still slick with goblin blood, gleamed menacingly in the dim light. “Over 20 goblins, all by yourself. That’s no small feat.”
The third figure, Selene, remained silent. Her raven-black hair flowed gracefully down her back, and her piercing eyes seemed to see right through Lleyn. She held a spear, its tip sharp and gleaming, a silent testament to her prowess in battle.
Lleyn shrugged, trying to downplay his achievements. “It was mostly luck,” he replied modestly. “And a bit of… survival instinct, I suppose.”
Dorian raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Lleyn’s humble act. “If that’s what you call ‘luck’, then the rest of us are in deep trouble.”
The group shared a brief moment of levity, but it was short-lived. Selene’s gaze swept over the remaining Awakened, her expression contemplative. “The real question is, what do we do now? Do you think the others will be of any help in the coming battles?”
Before Lleyn could respond, a soft chime sounded, drawing his attention to his status screen.
Name: Lleyn
Age: 26
Level: 1
Title: Early Awakening Lv1
Health: 355/360
Mana: 330/330
Exp: 22/30
Each goblin had indeed granted him a single experience point. It was a small consolation, but it was something.
As the group pondered their next move, a commanding voice echoed through the clearing. “Listen up, everyone!”
All eyes turned to the source of the voice: a tall man in civilian clothing, his posture rigid and authoritative. His face was lined with age, but his eyes burned with a fire that belied his years. “My name is Captain Alden,” he announced, his voice resonating with confidence. “I served in the army, and while I may not look the part now, I’ve seen my fair share of battles. We’ve survived one wave, but there will be more. If we’re to make it through this, we need to be organized and prepared.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. Captain Alden continued, “Those of you willing to fight, and who are uninjured, stand behind me. The rest, head to the abandoned church. It might offer some protection.”
The Awakened began to move, some hesitantly, others with determination. About a hundred of them chose to stand behind Captain Alden, their faces a mix of hope and fear. The rest, either too injured or too afraid, made their way towards the church, seeking refuge.
Lleyn, however, remained rooted to the spot. Elena’s hand was firmly clasped in his, and he had no intention of letting go. He had no desire to follow orders, especially not when his instincts had served him so well thus far. Aric, Dorian, and Selene also chose to stay by his side, forming an unspoken alliance.
Captain Alden’s gaze lingered on the group of five, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. But he said nothing, instead turning his attention to the hundred or so Awakened behind him. “We need to form groups,” he began, his voice firm. “Groups of four. Each group should have at least one shield user. Ideally, we want a shield user with a secondary weapon, a sword user, a spear user, and someone with a ranged weapon, like a bow or crossbow.”
The Awakened began to shuffle around, trying to form the groups Captain Alden had described. The air was thick with tension, but there was also a sense of hope. They had survived the first wave, and with Captain Alden’s leadership, they might just stand a chance against whatever came next.
As the groups began to form, Lleyn couldn’t help but wonder what the future held. The timer continued its relentless countdown, and with each passing second, the stakes grew higher. But for now, all they could do was prepare and hope for the best.
The formation of groups was a chaotic affair. Weapons clattered to the ground, replaced by others as the Awakened tried to adhere to Captain Alden’s suggested formation. The sound of heated debates filled the air, with many reluctant to take up the role of an archer. The vulnerability of being a ranged fighter in such close quarters was a daunting prospect for many.
Alden, sensing the rising tension, raised his voice to be heard. “This formation is simply a suggestion, the optimal one for group survival. But it’s optional. Choose what you’re comfortable with.” Despite his reassurances, only five out of the twenty-four groups had members wielding bows or crossbows.
As Alden shifted the discussion to rationing food and water, Lleyn pulled Elena aside. The open field they stood in provided ample space for some hands-on instruction.
Lleyn and Elena found a quiet spot away from the forming groups. The sun cast a warm glow, making the polished wood and metal of the crossbow in Lleyn’s hand gleam.
Lleyn began, “Elena, using a crossbow isn’t like using a regular bow. It’s all about precision.”
Elena looked at her crossbow, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “I know it’s different, but how do I make sure I’m doing it right?”
Lleyn smiled reassuringly. “First things first, always think safety. Never point it at anything you don’t intend to shoot. And keep your fingers away from the rail. Got it?”
She nodded, gripping her crossbow. “Got it. Safety first.”
“Good. Now, to load it, put your foot here,” Lleyn pointed to the stirrup at the front, “and pull the string back until it locks. Then, slide the bolt in. Make sure the odd-colored fletching faces down.”
Elena mimicked his actions, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Like this?”
“Exactly,” Lleyn praised. “Now, stance. Stand like this, feet apart. Hold the crossbow firmly, but don’t strangle it. Find a balance.”
She adjusted her stance, looking more confident. “Okay, I think I’ve got it. What’s next?”
Lleyn pointed to a makeshift target. “Aiming. Look through the sight. See the topmost dot? Line it up with your target. Breathe in, exhale halfway, then hold.”
Elena took a deep breath, aligning her sight. The bolt flew, landing a few inches from the center. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Again!”
Lleyn chuckled, “You’re getting the hang of it. Just remember to squeeze the trigger gently. No jerking.”
After several attempts, Elena’s shot hit the target dead center. She beamed, “I did it!”
With a few more adjustments and demonstrations, Elena’s aim improved significantly. The transformation didn’t go unnoticed. Selene, Dorian, and Aric approached, their curiosity evident.
“Mind giving us a few pointers?” Selene asked, twirling her spear.
Lleyn’s gaze shifted from Elena to the trio that had joined them. Each of them had a distinct aura, a blend of determination and trepidation. In the world he remembered, they were ordinary, perhaps even overlooked, although they had all proven their mettle by surviving the entirety of the tutorial. It was no small feat, and Lleyn recognized that.
Selene, with her lithe form and sharp eyes, had a natural agility that could be honed further. Dorian, with his broad shoulders and unwavering stance, possessed a raw strength that, if channeled correctly, could become a formidable force. And then there was Aric, whose keen intellect and quick reflexes had saved him more than once during the tutorial.
Lleyn pondered on their potential. They had the foundation, but could he help them build upon it? Could he mold them into warriors capable of standing their ground in this round? With the right guidance and training, perhaps they could become more than just survivors. They could become allies he could count on.
Lleyn nodded and approached Selene, who was holding her spear with uncertainty. “Selene, the spear is about reach and agility.”
Selene tilted her head, “How so?”
Lleyn demonstrated a stance, “Keep your dominant foot forward. Hold the spear near the back, but not at the very end. Use your other hand to guide it.”
She mimicked him, thrusting the spear forward. “Like this?”
“Exactly. And remember, it’s not just for thrusting. You can swipe and parry with it too.”
Selene swirled her spear, her movements becoming more fluid. “Got it. Thanks, Lleyn.”
Next was Dorian, his hefty axe gleaming in the sunlight.
“Dorian, the axe is powerful, but it’s also heavy.”
Dorian grinned, “Feels right in my hands.”
Lleyn nodded, “Good. Just remember, after a swing, it takes a moment to recover. So, aim well. And use the weight to your advantage.”
Dorian took a practice swing, the axe slicing through the air. “So, more precision, less wild swinging?”
Lleyn chuckled, “Exactly. Let the axe do the work.”
Then it was Aric, who was already in a defensive stance, shield up and sword ready. Lleyn approached, “Aric, that’s a good start. But remember, the shield isn’t just for defense.”
Aric raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”
Lleyn tapped the shield’s edge, “You can use it to bash and create openings. And the short sword? It’s quick. Use that speed.”
Aric practiced a few quick jabs, then bashed with his shield. “Like a one-two combo?”
Lleyn nodded, “Exactly. Keep your opponent off balance.”
What followed was a series of short sparring sessions. Each of the three took turns facing off against Lleyn, who provided feedback on their stances, grips, and attack patterns. Dorian, in particular, seemed to benefit the most, his axe swings becoming more fluid and precise.
The sparring sessions were intense, sweat dripping from brows, muscles straining with effort. But with each passing minute, the group’s skills improved, their movements becoming more refined and precise.
Their training was interrupted by the approach of Captain Alden, flanked by four rugged-looking Awakened. It was clear he had handpicked them for his team, and his intent was equally clear: to persuade Lleyn and his group to cooperate.
“An axe, Dorian?” Alden began, a hint of condescension in his voice. “Not the best choice for combat.”
Dorian’s retort was swift and biting. “This axe has already taken down more monsters than your entire team combined.”
The four men behind Alden bristled at the challenge, their hands inching towards their weapons. But a sharp gesture from Alden halted them. Shifting his focus, Alden locked eyes with Lleyn. “Lleyn, you’ve demonstrated remarkable skill today. With strength like yours, you have a responsibility to the others.”
Lleyn’s expression remained neutral, but there was a hint of defiance in his eyes. “I appreciate the sentiment, Captain. But my first responsibility is to Elena and myself. We all have our priorities.”
Alden’s gaze hardened slightly, but he continued, “And what of the others? They saw how strong your are. They need guidance.”
Lleyn’s response was measured, “And they have you, don’t they? A Captain with military experience. I’m sure they’re in capable hands.”
The subtle undertone in Lleyn’s words hung in the air, but Alden chose not to address it directly. Instead, he gave a curt nod and turned to rejoin his group, leaving Lleyn and his companions to their training.
Alden’s face reddened, his jaw clenching in barely concealed anger. But before he could formulate a response, the distant tolling of a bell echoed through the air. The sound was ominous, a harbinger of the challenges that lay ahead. All eyes turned towards the horizon, awaiting the next wave of monsters. The brief respite was over, and the battle for survival was about to begin anew.
Chapter 23: The Dance of Blades and Bonds
The bell tolled ominously, its sound echoing through the square, signaling the impending onslaught. Dark clouds gathered overhead, casting a shadow over the scene below. The Awakened, their faces a mix of determination and fear, braced themselves.
From the eastern edge, a horde of fifty goblins surged forward. Their grotesque forms, armed with primitive weapons, moved with a singular purpose. Their malevolent eyes scanned the square, seeking out their next victims.
Lleyn, ever the calm in the storm, assessed the situation. He drew his weapon, its blade reflecting the dim light. His cousin, Elena, aside, he was not here out of any deep-seated camaraderie or bond with the Awakened. Instead, he saw potential allies, pieces on a board that, if played right, could be of use. But trust was a luxury he couldn’t afford, not yet.
The goblins charged, their guttural cries filling the air. The Awakened, despite their preparation, were overwhelmed. The goblins’ sheer numbers and ferocity caught them off guard, and the square quickly descended into chaos.
But amidst the pandemonium, Lleyn stood tall, a beacon of hope. His movements were fluid, each strike calculated and precise. Goblins lunged at him, only to be met with a swift counter, their bodies falling lifelessly to the ground. His blade danced through the air, its path leaving a trail of destruction. With each goblin he felled, his resolve grew stronger, his determination unwavering.
Elena, her crossbow at the ready, tried to find a clear shot. But the goblins were relentless, their numbers making it difficult for her to aim. Selene, Dorian, and Aric, seeing her plight, formed a protective barrier around her, fending off any goblin that dared approach.
Selene, her spear held as Lleyn had instrusted, moved with a grace that belied her deadly intent. With a swift thrust, she impaled a goblin, its lifeless body collapsing to the ground. But her victory was short-lived. A group of goblins, seeing an opportunity, lunged at her, grabbing her spear and pulling it from her grasp. Caught off guard, Selene was thrown to the ground, her weapon out of reach.
Dorian, his axe swinging with fury, charged at the goblins, his intent clear. Aric, sword in his right hand and his shield at the ready, joined him, the two of them cutting a path through the horde. Elena, seeing Selene in danger, took aim, her bolt finding its mark, taking down a goblin that was about to deliver a fatal blow.
Together, with a mix of determination and desperation, the trio managed to rescue Selene, their combined efforts fending off the goblins. But the battle was far from over.
Captain Alden and his team, though valiant in their efforts, were struggling. The goblins, sensing their vulnerability compared to Lleyn’s group, pressed their advantage, their numbers overwhelming the Awakened. Alden’s teams, though well-intentioned, were ill-prepared for the onslaught. Some, paralyzed by fear, hesitated to engage, while others, in their eagerness, charged headlong into the fray, only to be met with a swift and brutal end.
The square was a scene of carnage, the cries of the wounded and the dying echoing through the air. But amidst the chaos, Lleyn continued to fight. With each goblin he felled, the tide of the battle began to turn, his presence rallying the Awakened.
By the time the last goblin’s body hit the ground, Lleyn was surrounded by dozens of their corpses. He took a moment to catch his breath, his blade dripping with their dark blood. The other Awakened stared in awe, the reality of what had just transpired slowly sinking in.
The goblins had been completely wiped out. And while the cost had been high, with many of the Awakened injured or worse, there was no denying the fact that they had survived another wave, thanks in large part to Lleyn’s unparalleled skills.
But as the relief of the moment washed over them, a pressing question lingered in the air: When would this end? And would they be able to rest long enough before the next wave?
The eerie stillness that had settled over the battlefield was abruptly shattered by a deep, resonating growl that echoed ominously throughout the forest. The very earth seemed to tremble in response, and the Awakened watched in mounting horror as trees were violently pushed aside, their roots barely anchoring them to the ground. From the dense foliage emerged a monstrous figure, its pale skin a stark contrast against the verdant backdrop. Muscular and imposing, the creature moved with a speed that belied its massive size. Standing at a staggering 2.5 meters, its emotionless eyes scanned the blood-soaked terrain.
Without any preamble, the creature swung its colossal club in a wide arc, targeting a group of Awakened who were too paralyzed by fear to react. The sheer force of the swing, even without making contact, sent a chilling message to all who witnessed it: this was a creature of immense power.
Panic ensued. The majority of the Awakened, already traumatized by the earlier skirmish with the goblins, scattered in all directions, their will to fight completely extinguished by the appearance of this new threat. Only a brave few remained, their faces etched with determination, yet tinged with apprehension. Among them stood ten members of Alden’s group, their formation tight, weapons drawn and ready. Lleyn’s party, which included Elena, Selene, Dorian, and Arik, also held their ground, though the uncertainty in their eyes was palpable.
Lleyn, ever the strategist, quickly assessed the situation. “Stay back,” he commanded, his voice unwavering. “Do not engage. We need to understand what we’re dealing with.”
Elena’s gaze was fixed on Lleyn as he began to position himself between the creature and the group. For a split second, she thought she detected a hint of anticipation in his eyes, but she quickly dismissed the notion. It was impossible. Or was it?
Alden, too, seemed rooted to the spot, his experienced eyes studying the creature intently. He had faced many adversaries during his time in the army, but nothing that compared to this. He chose to wait, to observe Lleyn’s approach before making a move.
Lleyn’s demeanor was one of focused intensity. The goblins had been a mere warm-up, easily dispatched. This creature, however, was an entirely different challenge. And while most would have felt trepidation at the prospect of facing such a foe, Lleyn seemed to exude a quiet confidence. It was as if he was mentally preparing himself for the battle ahead, relishing the opportunity to test his mettle against a worthy opponent.
The tension in the air was palpable as Lleyn slowly advanced towards the creature, every step deliberate, every movement calculated. The rest of the Awakened watched with bated breath, the weight of the impending confrontation pressing heavily upon them.
The clearing, previously a cacophony of battle cries and clashing weapons, now held a tense silence. Every gaze was fixed on the two central figures: Lleyn, the enigmatic warrior, and the hulking Ogre, a creature of raw might and fury.
With a ground-shaking roar, the Ogre lunged, its massive club raised threateningly. The speed of its attack was unexpected for such a large creature. The club descended rapidly, aiming straight for Lleyn.
Yet, Lleyn’s reflexes were sharper. He sidestepped the blow with a swift movement, narrowly avoiding the club that crashed into the ground, leaving a deep imprint.
“Did you see that dodge?” an onlooker whispered, eyes wide with astonishment.
Without hesitation, Lleyn retaliated, his sword gleaming menacingly. But the Ogre was not to be underestimated. It swung its club in a wide arc, attempting to catch Lleyn in its path.
Lleyn’s evasive maneuvers were a sight to behold. His agility was pushed to its limits as he danced around the Ogre’s relentless attacks. While he could potentially endure a few hits without significant damage, revealing the full extent of his abilities was not in his plan. The less others knew, the better.
From the periphery, Elena watched, her heart pounding. She wished she could assist, but she recognized her presence would only complicate matters.
Dorian observed, his tone serious. “He’s genuinely trying to avoid every hit.”
Arik nodded in agreement. “But I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s almost like a dance.”
Selene, concern evident in her eyes, added, “One wrong move, and it’s over.”
The battle intensified. The Ogre, sensing an opportunity, cornered Lleyn against a tree. With a triumphant bellow, it aimed its club at him. But Lleyn, thinking quickly, scaled the tree trunk and somersaulted over the Ogre, landing deftly behind it.
“Finish it, Lleyn!” someone from the crowd shouted.
Elena whispered a silent prayer, “Stay safe.”
The climax approached. Spotting an opening, Lleyn lunged, targeting the Ogre’s eyes. With unmatched precision, he pierced both orbs, blinding the beast.
The Ogre roared in agony, its movements now erratic. Lleyn, capitalizing on its vulnerability, delivered a series of calculated strikes, each weakening the creature.
With a final, decisive thrust, Lleyn’s sword found the Ogre’s heart. The behemoth let out a last, mournful cry before collapsing, lifeless.
Cheers filled the clearing. The Awakened celebrated Lleyn’s triumph, but Lleyn, ever inscrutable, cleaned and sheathed his blade without fanfare.
Elena approached him, relief and admiration in her gaze. “That was… amazing,” she murmured.
Lleyn merely nodded, his eyes ever watchful, ever vigilant. The immediate threat was over, but the journey was far from its end.
*******
The clearing, previously filled with the sounds of battle, now resonated with the cheers and sighs of relief from the Awakened. The fallen Ogre lay as a testament to Lleyn’s prowess, but for Lleyn, the battle’s end was a moment of introspection.
As the crowd began to disperse, discussing the fight and tending to the wounded, Lleyn discreetly activated his status screen. A translucent holographic interface appeared before him, detailing his stats and recent achievements.
Name: Lleyn
Age: 26
Level: 3
Title: Early Awakening Lv1
Health: 360/360
Mana: 330/330
Exp: 21/100
[Attributes:]
Strength: 30 +3
Stamina: 30
Health: 30
Agility: 30 +5
Magic Power: 30
Dexterity: 20
Perception: 18
Luck: 3
Unassigned Points: 30
[Innate Skills:]
Odin’s Judgement (Level 1)
Lightning Infusion (Level 2) – Channels the potent power of Odin’s lightning, allowing its user to infuse objects or even themselves with electrifying energy.
Clarity (Passive) – Increases the acquisition rate of skill experience by 20%.
Sword Mastery (Level 1) – Enhances swordsmanship skills, improving precision, fluidity, and reaction time in combat. Allows for advanced techniques and mental clarity. Damage with sword weapons increased by 20%
Ley Line Channeling (Passive) (Level 2) – Constantly channels the power coursing through Ley Lines into the body to increase the power of innate skills by 15% (skills from equipment are not included).
Magic Circuit Level 1 (Passive) (Level 1): Increased Mana Flow: +10% mana pool. Enhanced Spell Precision: -15% spell failure. Magic Affinity: +10% magical damage. Magic Resistance: -10% magical damage received.
[Equipment Skills:]
Shadow Veil: Activate to become invisible for up to 5 minutes. Cooldown: 20 minutes. Invisibility ends abruptly if the user attacks an enemy.
Windblast: Allows the user to unleash a focused burst of air with a quick slash of the dagger.
[Quests:]
1. The Strongest (1)
Objective: Come out as the highest ranking challenger in the first phase of the tutorial.
Rewards: 400 Gold, 20 stat points, and the Skill “Eyes of the Strongest. Lv1”
[Inventory:]
Silver Reward Box
Gold: 600
Lleyn’s eyes lingered on his experience bar. While the earlier fight against goblins had pushed him over to Level 2, this single fight against the Ogre had granted him a significant 60 exp, bringing him over to Level 3 in one swoop.
Elena approached, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright?” she asked, noticing his focused gaze on the status screen.
Lleyn nodded, closing the interface. “I’m fine. Just checking on some things.”
She smiled, relief evident in her eyes. “You were incredible out there. But… you seemed different.”
Lleyn met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “Every fight is a dance with death, Elena. One misstep, and it could be the end.”
The clearing was suddenly bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. From the heart of this luminescence emerged Auralis.
“My dear Awakened,” Auralis began, its voice melodic, “I come bearing apologies. The appearance of the Ogre was an unintended anomaly, a glitch in our system. Such a formidable creature was not meant to be part of your challenge at this stage.”
Lleyn, ever the observer himself, watched Auralis closely. Its words, though soothing, didn’t sit right with him. He had been in this world long enough to understand its intricacies and the role Observers played. Their actions, no matter how random they seemed, were always calculated. The ogre’s appearance was no accident. But why? What was Auralis’s game?
However, voicing such suspicions would be unwise. Observers, for all their ethereal beauty, held immense power in this realm. Crossing them, even inadvertently, could have dire consequences.
Elena, sensing Lleyn’s tension, whispered, “Is everything alright?”
Lleyn nodded subtly, his gaze never leaving Auralis. “Just listening,” he murmured.
Auralis continued, her tone apologetic, “As a gesture of goodwill and to make amends for this oversight, I offer you all a reprieve. You will not face any more waves until the final hour. Use this time to rest, recover, and prepare.”
Murmurs of gratitude rippled through the group. The promise of respite, especially after such a harrowing battle, was a welcome one.
With that, she began to fade, her form dissolving into the same ethereal glow from which she had emerged. “Rest well, Awakened,” were her parting words, leaving the group in a mix of relief and apprehension.
Chapter 24: The Hidden Shrine And The Forgotten God
The clearing was a haven of relief and recovery. The Awakened, their spirits lifted by the unexpected respite, were tending to their wounds, sharing tales of their close encounters, and expressing gratitude for the momentary peace. But amidst the collective sigh of relief, Lleyn’s thoughts were consumed by a memory from his past life.
Deep within the forest lay a hidden shrine, dedicated to an enigmatic god. The shrine was not just a place of worship; it was a test, a trial for those deemed worthy. And at the end of that trial, a reward awaited. Lleyn recalled the tale of an Awakened who had stumbled upon the shrine while fleeing from a wave of monsters. The Awakened had faced the trial and emerged victorious, receiving a pair of boots that grew in power alongside its user. The name of the god remained a mystery, but Lleyn was confident in his abilities. He believed he could complete the trial and claim the reward for himself.
As the others settled back into the village to rest, Lleyn made his move. Activating his Shadow Veil skill, he became invisible to the naked eye. Moving stealthily, he bypassed the lookouts and ventured deeper into the forest. The map feature he had received from the Tasha quest guided him, the path illuminated by a faint glow.
The forest was a labyrinth of towering trees, their canopies so dense that they blocked out the moonlight. The air was thick with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, their calls echoing through the woods. Every rustle, every distant hoot, heightened Lleyn’s senses. He moved with purpose, his steps light and silent, but the journey was not without its challenges.
At one point, Lleyn stumbled upon a group of wild boars, their eyes glowing menacingly in the dark. These were simple beasts, not monsters, and he made quick work of them. He cleaned one up and hung it onto a tree. He not only procured some food for his small group, but also a decent reason for his disappearance.
As he delved deeper into the woods, the atmosphere grew eerier. The trees seemed older, their trunks gnarled and twisted. The air was thick with a palpable energy, and Lleyn could feel the power emanating from the heart of the forest.
Suddenly, a soft, melodic hum reached Lleyn’s ears. It was faint at first but grew louder as he approached its source. Following the sound, Lleyn came upon a clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. At its center stood a large, ancient tree, its bark covered in intricate carvings that pulsed with a gentle light.
Lleyn approached the tree cautiously, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch one of the carvings. As his fingers made contact, a rush of memories flooded his mind. Visions of past Awakened, inhabitants of worlds different from his own, their trials and tribulations, their victories and defeats, played out before him. It was as if the tree was a living record of all those who had lived and ventured into this world where the first phase of the Tutorial took place, Vileria, as well as how it met its end.
Shaking off the overwhelming flood of memories, Lleyn continued his journey, the melodic hum now a constant companion. The path grew steeper, and the terrain more treacherous. At times, Lleyn had to rely on his agility and dexterity to navigate the obstacles that lay in his path.
Hours seemed to pass, and Lleyn’s determination was put to the test. The forest was a maze, and more than once, he found himself retracing his steps. But the melodic hum, ever present, served as a beacon, guiding him towards his destination.
As dawn approached, Lleyn reached the base of a steep hill. At its summit, silhouetted against the first light of day, stood the outline of the hidden shrine. The journey had been long and arduous, but Lleyn was on the cusp of discovering the secrets that lay within.
Taking a deep breath, Lleyn began his ascent, the promise of the trial and the reward that awaited spurring him on. The path to the shrine was within reach, but the final leg of the journey promised to be the most challenging yet.
Lleyn’s journey through the dense forest was fraught with challenges. The underbrush was thick, and the canopy above blocked out most of the sunlight, casting the forest floor into a dim, eerie twilight. Every rustle, every distant growl, kept him on edge. But Lleyn pressed on, guided by the map feature he had received from the Tasha quest.
After what felt like hours, the forest began to thin out, revealing a clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the clearing stood a dilapidated shrine, its once grand structure now covered in moss and vines. The air around it was thick with an ancient, mournful energy.
As Lleyn approached, a soft, melancholic voice echoed through the clearing. “Who dares approach the sanctuary of a forgotten god?”
Lleyn paused, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword. “I am Lleyn,” he replied cautiously. “I seek the trial of the god of this shrine.”
A translucent figure materialized before the shrine. It was a tall, regal-looking spirit with flowing robes and a crown of ethereal light. His eyes, filled with centuries of sorrow, locked onto Lleyn’s. “I am the guardian of this place, the last remnant of a god once revered and loved by the people of this village.”
Lleyn bowed slightly, a sign of respect. “Why have you been forgotten?”
The spirit let out a sigh, the weight of countless years evident in his voice. “I was born from the wishes and prayers of the villagers. I protected them, cared for them, and in return, they revered me. But then the system arrived, and with it, an Observer. He saw me as a threat, a being not under his control. He used his powers to diminish me, to reduce me to this state. Since then, I could only watch helplessly as the village I once protected was destroyed by monsters. The very land I loved, now a playground for the system’s cruel games.”
Lleyn’s eyes narrowed. “The Observers… they have much to answer for.”
The spirit nodded. “Indeed. But now, all I wish for is release. The trial I offer you is simple. Destroy this shrine, and with it, my soul. There is no one left for me to protect, and it is time for me to leave this world.”
Lleyn hesitated. “Are you certain? Once I do this, there’s no turning back.”
The spirit smiled sadly. “I have been trapped in this state for far too long. It is a mercy you would be granting me.”
Lleyn took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. “Very well. I will grant you your wish.”
As he approached the shrine, the spirit spoke one last time. “Thank you, Lleyn. May your journey be filled with purpose and meaning.”
With a determined swing of his sword, Lleyn struck the shrine, causing it to crumble into dust.
The spirit of the unnamed god appeared before him, its form translucent and shimmering. “You have freed me,” it whispered, its voice echoing with gratitude. “For your compassion and understanding, I bestow upon you a gift.”
From the dissipating light, a pair of boots materialized, landing softly on the ground before Lleyn. They were intricately designed, with patterns that seemed to shimmer and change as he looked at them. Picking them up, Lleyn could feel a surge of energy coursing through them.
“These are the Boots of Ethereal Stride,” the spirit explained. “They will aid you in your journey, adapting and growing with you. Use their power wisely.”
[Boots of Ethereal Stride]
Type:
Boots
Stats:
+7 Agility
Physical Defense: 8
Elemental Defense: 8
[Skill:]
Gravitational Grasp Lv 1: By focusing on an object or enemy, the user can increase its gravitational pull, making it heavier and harder to move. As the skill grows, larger objects or multiple targets can be affected simultaneously. When used on enemies, their agility and strength are reduced by 15%.
Effect Duration: 5 minutes
Cooldown: 2 hours
Lleyn nodded, slipping the boots onto his feet. They fit perfectly, molding to his feet as if they were made just for him. He could feel the added agility they provided, and the unique skill they possessed, Gravitational Grasp, resonated within him.
“Thank you,” Lleyn whispered, looking up, but the spirit had already faded away, leaving him alone amidst the remnants of the shrine.
Chapter 25: Tensions and Memories
Lleyn’s return to the village was marked not by the triumphant acquisition of the Boots of Ethereal Stride, but by the weight of a freshly hunted white boar slung over his shoulder. The meat would be a welcome addition for the group, but as he approached, the discordant sounds of raised voices reached his ears.
The clearing, which had been a place of unity after the battle with the Ogre, was now a hotbed of tension.
They felt the weight of their losses deeply, and resentment began to brew against Lleyn and his group, who had seemingly faced the Ogre with ease.
“Why does he get all the glory?” muttered one of Alden’s men, a burly warrior named Garon. “While we were out here, risking our lives, he was off playing hero with that monster.”
Selene in the middle of the crowd seemed to be trying to reason with the crowd. “Lleyn saved us all,” she retorted. “If it weren’t for him, that Ogre would have crushed us.”
Garon sneered, “Easy for you to say, standing by his side. Some of us weren’t so lucky.”
The tension was palpable. Selene, trying to defuse the situation, stepped in. “We’re all on the same side here. We need to stick together if we’re going to survive.”
But Garon wasn’t having it. “Stick together? You don’t even know where he is right now!!”
The news of Lleyn’s disappearance had spread quickly among the Awakened. While some were worried about him, others, like Garon, saw it as a betrayal.
Dorian, always the peacemaker, tried to mediate. “Lleyn did what he thought was best. We all have our roles to play.”
But the divisions ran deeper than just Lleyn’s actions. The Awakened were a diverse group, hailing from different backgrounds and cultures. Some were warriors, trained in the art of combat, while others were mages, scholars, or even common folk with no prior experience in battle. This diversity, while a strength in many ways, also sowed seeds of discord.
One of the groups under Alden, led by a stern woman named Elara, began to voice their concerns. “We’re being used as cannon fodder,” she declared. “While the main groups get all the glory, we’re left to pick up the pieces.”
Aric, overhearing the conversation, chimed in, “We all have our strengths and our roles to play. Even Lleyn wouldn’t be able to survive if dozens of monsters surrounded up.”
Elara shot him a withering glance. “Our roles? Is that what you call it? We’re more than just your backup.”
Various factions of the Awakened were in heated debates, their faces flushed with emotion.
The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the village clearing when Lleyn returned, the weight of a freshly hunted white boar slung over his shoulder. The meat would be a welcome addition for the group, but as he approached, the discordant sounds of raised voices reached his ears.
Elena, spotting him first, rushed over, her face a mix of relief and concern. “Where have you been?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry. “It’s been hours. The people here have been arguing for hours now.”
Lleyn set the boar down with a soft thud, meeting her gaze. “I went hunting while you were resting,” he replied calmly. “Got a bit lost, but I found my way back. What is go-”
Captain Alden, rather than trying to mediate, was at the center of one such argument, his voice rising above the others once he caught sight of Lleyn.
“We need someone to protect us! Someone strong to take the lead in the fights and help our people grow.” Alden was saying, his finger pointedly directed at Lleyn. “You’ve proven yourself in battle, Lleyn. Please stop trying to avoid this responsibility.”
Lleyn, setting down the boar with a thud, met Alden’s gaze evenly. “I’m no hero, Alden. I’m here to survive, just like everyone else.”
A murmur of agreement and dissent rippled through the crowd. Some saw Lleyn as a beacon of hope, whispering about him being their leader rather than Alden, while others, like Garon, still harbored resentment. “Why should we follow him?” Garon spat. “Just because he took down an Ogre? It was Alden and the 4 of us that have been organizing and teaching you. Lleyn has been nothing but selfish.”
As the arguments escalated, Captain Alden tried to intervene. “Enough!” he bellowed. “We’re all in this together. We need to focus on the real enemy, not turn on each other.”
But his words fell on deaf ears. The fractures among the Awakened were deepening, and trust was eroding.
Amidst the chaos, a young Awakened woman approached Lleyn, her eyes filled with admiration. “I witnessed your fight with the Ogre,” he said. “I know I am weak but I want to learn from you. I am not expecting you to protect me. I simply wish to grow stronger. I will put in as much effort as the rest.”
Lleyn recognized her immediately. In his past life, she had been a mage of some average renown, but here, she seemed to be just another Awakened, her potential yet untapped.
“What’s your name?” Lleyn asked, his voice gentle.
“Lyria,” she replied, meeting his gaze.
Lleyn nodded, memories of their past interactions flooding back. “Very well, Lyria. I like the look in your eyes. Just know one thing. Once the fights start, it will come down to your own will and skills. I won’t protect you, but I won’t force you to fight either. If you choose to, do so of your own free will. If you turn out useless, I won’t waste any more efforts on you”
Lyria nodded, her decision made. “I won’t let you down,” she said simply.
In the meantime, the atmosphere in the village was thick with tension. More awakened tried to reach out to him the way Lyria did after noticing their conversation, but all were turned down.
Elena approached Lleyn, her face etched with concern. “This is getting out of hand,” she murmured. “We need to find a way to unite the group.”
Lleyn sighed, looking out at the divided Awakened. “They will have to depend on their own strengths. This situation is dangerous enough as it is, and it will just keep getting worse. What if a few Ogres show up next time? I’m just trying to survive like everyone else,” he repeated.
As the night wore on, small groups began to form, each seeking solace in like-minded individuals. Lleyn, with Elena, Dorian, Aric and Selene Lyria by his side, set up camp away from the main group. The night was filled with hushed conversations, the weight of their situation pressing heavily on everyone’s minds.
Meanwhile, the timer kept moving, uncaring of their minor scuffles.
[03:12]
They had less than two hours left until the last wave happened, and not even Lleyn knew what would happen.
The night was cold, and the wind carried whispers of unease. The Awakened, despite their differences, were united in their fear of the unknown. The timer, a constant reminder of their impending fate, loomed over them, casting a shadow that was hard to ignore.
Lleyn, sitting by the campfire, stared into the flames, lost in thought. The memories of his past life, the knowledge he had acquired, and the weight of responsibility he felt towards the Awakened weighed heavily on him. He knew that the final wave would be the most challenging, and he was unsure if they were prepared.
Elena, sensing his unease, sat down beside him. “You’re worried about the final wave, aren’t you?” she asked softly.
Lleyn nodded, “I’ve seen what the system can throw at us. And while we’ve managed to survive so far, I’m not sure if we’re ready for what’s coming.”
Elena squeezed his hand, “We’ll face it together, just like we always have.”
Dorian, overhearing their conversation, joined them. “We’ve come a long way since we first woke up in this world. We’ve faced challenges, lost comrades, but we’ve also grown stronger. Whatever comes our way, we’ll face it head-on.”
Aric, who had been sharpening his blade, looked up. “We need a plan. We can’t just wait for the wave to hit us.”
Lleyn took a deep breath, “You’re right, Aric. We need to prepare.” He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the group. “We have limited time, and we need to make the most of it. Training is our top priority.”
He turned to Lyria, who was clutching her spear nervously. “Lyria,” he began, “the spear is not the right weapon for you. Not now. You lack the agility and accuracy of the others, and your senses are still developing.”
Lyria looked down, disappointment evident in her eyes. But Lleyn continued, “Instead, I want you to switch to a shield and a light mace.”
She looked up, surprised. “A shield and mace?”
Lleyn nodded, “The shield will be your primary defense. It will keep you safe, allowing you to block and deflect attacks. The mace, on the other hand, is a straightforward weapon. It doesn’t require the precision of a spear or the finesse of a sword. Its weight and design allow for powerful, crushing blows even if you don’t hit the exact target. All you need to do is swing it with force. In close combat, it can be devastating.”
Lyria hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, I trust you.”
Lleyn smiled, “Good. Now, let’s get to work.”
The rest of the night was spent in rigorous training. Lleyn paired up with each member of the group, assessing their strengths and weaknesses, and giving them tailored advice. Aric and Dorian sparred with each other, their blades clashing in a dance of steel. Elena practiced her archery, his arrows finding their mark every time. Selene was practicing her thrusts. While she wanted to try slashing with the blade of the spear to avoid accidents like the ones from earlier, Lleyn’s response was that she shouldn’t divide her focus. If she was worried about her weapon being used against her again, she would have to find ways to avoid it on her.
Lyria, with her new shield and mace, trained with Lleyn. He taught her the basics of blocking and striking, emphasizing the importance of timing and positioning. With each passing minute, she grew more confident, her movements becoming more fluid and precise.
After one hour, the group gathered around the campfire, exhausted. They had made the most of the time they had, and now was the time to rest and make sure they were ready for whatever the final wave would bring.
Lleyn looked at each of them, pride evident in his eyes. “We’ve done all we can,” he said. “Now, all that’s left is to face the challenge head-on. Remember to listen to my orders, whatever they are. If I tell you to stand back, you stand back,” he ordered as his sharp gaze focused on Elena.
The group nodded in agreement, their spirits lifted by the night’s training. They were a team, united in their purpose, and they were ready to face the final wave.
Once the timer hit [01:00], the sudden deafening bell rang out again, its sound echoing throughout the village. The group, momentarily startled, turned their attention to the source of the noise.
Lleyn’s face hardened, his grip on his weapon tightening. “It’s time,” he said, his voice steady.
The bell’s toll signaled the beginning of the end—the start of the final wave. The group, their training fresh in their minds, braced themselves for the challenge ahead. They were ready, and they would face this threat together.
Chapter 26: The Shaman’s Ritual
The growls that echoed around the village were deeper, more menacing than before. The night was dark, but the clearing was illuminated by the eerie green glow emanating from the center of the goblin horde. Lleyn’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the source: a goblin shaman, its staff raised high, channeling a powerful ritual.
The goblins charged, their numbers overwhelming. But it was the shaman that drew Lleyn’s attention. He remembered it all too well from his first run. The shaman had the ability to amplify the strength of its allies, making them nearly invincible if left unchecked.
“Stay close!” Lleyn shouted to his group, drawing his weapon. “Protect each other and follow my lead. We need to take down that shaman!”
Elena nodded, her bow at the ready. “Got it. We’ll cover you.”
Dorian, gripping his sword tightly, added, “Just give the word, Lleyn.”
The goblins were upon them now, their crude weapons clashing against shields and armor. Lleyn moved with precision, each strike calculated to create an opening towards the shaman. He could see the ritual taking shape, a swirling vortex of dark energy forming around the creature.
“Lyria, shield up!” Lleyn called out as a group of goblins lunged at her. With her new shield and mace, she managed to deflect their blows, the mace’s weight making it easier for her to swing and knock enemies back without needing pinpoint accuracy.
Aric and Selene fought back-to-back, their combined strength holding off a flank of goblins. “We can’t let them surround us!” Selene shouted, thrusting her spear into an approaching goblin.
Lleyn was getting closer to the shaman, but the creature was well protected. Every time he got close, a wall of goblins would block his path. He could hear the shaman chanting, its voice rising in a crescendo.
“Stay focused!” Dorian yelled, parrying a goblin’s attack and counter-striking with a swift blow. “Lleyn, we’ll create an opening for you!”
With a coordinated effort, Dorian and Aric charged forward, drawing the attention of a large group of goblins. This gave Lleyn the opening he needed. He sprinted towards the shaman, dodging and weaving through the horde.
The shaman, seeing Lleyn approach, let out a high-pitched shriek, sending a wave of dark energy towards him. Lleyn rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the blast.
“You won’t stop the ritual!” the shaman hissed, its eyes glowing with malevolence.
Lleyn didn’t respond, his focus solely on stopping the creature. He lunged forward, but the shaman was quick, dodging his strike and retaliating with a blast of dark magic. Lleyn felt the energy hit him, sapping his strength.
Elena, seeing Lleyn in trouble, let loose a volley of arrows towards the shaman. The creature deflected most of them with a barrier of dark energy, but one found its mark, piercing its shoulder.
The shaman screamed in pain, its ritual momentarily disrupted. Seizing the opportunity, Lleyn charged forward, his blade aimed straight at the creature’s heart.
With a final, desperate cry, the shaman unleashed a wave of dark energy, but Lleyn was too close. His blade found its mark, piercing the shaman’s chest. The creature let out a final, agonized scream before collapsing to the ground, its ritual incomplete.
The goblins, rather than fleeing, let out enraged cries and continued their assault, their numbers still overwhelming. Lleyn, his group, and the awakened under Alden fought fiercely, their combined strength slowly turning the tide. The battle raged on for what felt like hours, but was only about twenty minutes. The goblins, though numerous, were no match for the combined might of the Awakened.
As the last goblin fell, Lleyn felt a rush of energy. System messages flashed before his eyes:
[System Notification: Level Up! You have reached Level 5.]
[System Notification: Skill Upgrade! Sword Mastery has increased to Level 2.]
Lleyn took a deep breath, the weight of the battle pressing heavily on him. The village clearing, once filled with the sounds of battle, was now eerily silent.
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The aftermath of the battle was a mix of exhaustion and relief. The Awakened, having faced down a horde of goblins and emerged victorious, felt a newfound sense of camaraderie. One of the warriors, a tall man named Jorvik with a scar running down his cheek, let out a hearty laugh. “That was too easy!” he exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Another, a young woman named Mira with fiery red hair, chimed in, “All that anxiety for nothing. We showed them!”
Around them, others joined in, sharing their own tales of bravery and close calls. The mood was light, a stark contrast to the tension that had gripped them just moments before. They began to tend to their wounds, share water, and even joke about the goblins’ pitiful attempts to harm them.
Lleyn, however, remained silent, his thoughts elsewhere. While the victory was indeed a cause for celebration, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Auralis wouldn’t have let things end so easily.
Elena’s sharp intake of breath drew his attention. “What is that?” she whispered, her eyes fixed on the village church. The others followed her gaze, and a collective gasp went up.
A thick, pulsating purple mist enveloped the church, its tendrils snaking out and curling around the nearby buildings. The sight was eerie, the mist seeming almost alive as it moved and swirled.
Lleyn’s heart sank. He quickly accessed his map, and his worst fears were confirmed. Dozens of red marks, representing goblins, surrounded the church. Inside, more red marks indicated the presence of goblins, and one thicker mark stood out prominently – a goblin shaman. But what truly alarmed him were the new red dots that began to appear, each tagged with the word “undead.”
Alden, ever the leader, stepped forward. “We need to head back to the village,” he declared, his voice firm. “We need to find out what’s happening with that mist.”
The group moved quickly, weapons at the ready. But nothing could have prepared them for the sight that awaited them.
Emerging from the church were the Awakened who had sought refuge there. But they were no longer the living, breathing humans they had once been. Their eyes were vacant, their movements jerky and unnatural. Deep, grievous wounds marred their bodies, yet they moved as if unfeeling. They were the undead.
The plaza, which had been the scene of their earlier victory, was now littered with weapons. The undead Awakened crouched down, picking up swords, axes, and spears. Their movements were slow, deliberate, but there was no mistaking the intent in their actions.
The goblins, rather than attacking, stood back, their high-pitched laughter filling the air. They jumped and cheered, clearly delighted by the chaos they had wrought.
Lleyn’s grip on his weapon tightened. The betrayal of seeing former allies, now turned enemies, was a bitter pill to swallow. The goblins’ glee only added to the fury building within him.
Elena, her face pale, whispered, “We need need to help them…”
Dorian shook his head, his eyes scanning the approaching horde. “Have you seen their wounds? This guy has his guts sticking out. They are as dead as can be.”
Alden, his face grim, added, “Did the shaman do that? How..”
Lleyn, his voice steady, said, “You people form a defensive line. We need to kill the undead. I’ll handle the shaman and its guards on my own.”
Though shocked at his confidence, the Awakened had no choice and moved into position, their weapons pointed towards the church, facing the oncoming threat. The goblins’ laughter grew louder, their excitement palpable.
As the first of the undead reached them, weapons raised, the tension was palpable. The Awakened braced themselves for the impending battle, their faces a mix of determination and fear. The goblins’ laughter echoed in the background, a haunting reminder of the threat they faced.
Lleyn took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the goblins in the back. This was it. The last battle of this quest, though surely not the last of Phase 1 of the Tutorial, was about to start.