HP: 480/480 (3/min)
MP: 70/70. (4/min)
Strength : 45 + 10 + 20
Intelligence: 50 + 30
Dexterity : 55 + 5 + 50
Skill :
(Active)
- Guillotine (3) Lvl 1.
- Air Needle (5) Lvl 1.
- Sleight Of Hand (5) Lvl 1.
- Trickster Pocket Lvl 1.
- Fire Breath (5) Lvl 1.
- Tamer Whip (10) Lvl 1.
- Curtain Call (30) Lvl 1.
- Audiance Participation (30) Lvl 1.
(Passive)
- Inspection
- Blade In Mouth.
- Thrower Accuracy.
- Wireman's Balance.
- Showman Flourish.
Special Skill :
- Wheel Of Fortune.
Class: Novice Juggler.
Ice crystals coalesced from thin air; he saw it form and harden. Lera launched it toward the projector up above the theater. It cracked dead on, instantly killing the annoying white screen. The theater turned dark in an instant, cold air lingered inside the room. Probably not the best decision, Elend just thought it was a good target.
"Well, now I'm jealous," Elend grumbled. he would like to have that kind of magic from the get-go.
Lera laughed sheepishly., "It cost 5 mana though, I start with 30." Her build indicates a glass cannon fate. That made him change his mind; close combat skills would be more useful against the Lizardos in his first battle, no matter how terrifying it was.
"You should practice more before we go. Your other skill is creating ice clones, right? That will be handy," Elend said, in truth, he is just eager to try his new skill.
"Yeah, of course." Her voice coiled with excitement, and he could not make out her expression in the darkness. This suits him well, he probably should hide his skill for now.
Moving away to the dark theater's other end, he still feels the frigid cold air from her magic. It's nicely chilling after all the fighting he's done.
"Now, what to test first," He wondered. Guillotine and Air Needle past self has been something he relied heavily on, it scares him when he sees the upgrade.
"They still work the same, right?" Anxiety thrummed inside him.
(Guillotine)
His Thread Sword, shrouded in black light, was hard to make out in the dark.
He brought the blade up, examining it. The thread did not seem to catch Guillotine effect. It still glows silver instead of the deep black of the blade.
"Is it because this is not counted as magic?"
If Joya is to be believed, the thread will coat any magic from him. He will try later with the flame breath.
He slammed the sword down toward the audience chair.
A steely whoosh rushed through, easily cutting apart the chair upside down.
CRACK.
The chair behind his target, ripped apart. A tearing upon it.
Is that an aftershock? Elend marveled. The skill is certainly more powerful. And this can be stacked by each clash? He wondered if there was a bare minimum force behind the class? Well, he could get Lera or others to test it later.
(Air Needle). Five thin needles of air ripple above him, and he watches them; he can make out the airy shimmer of them upon the dark, but something is wrong. Why is it not attacking in an instant like it usually does?
Elend tried to move up the stairs. All of the needles followed him. He focused his sight on a chair.
In an instant, the chair had five gaping holes on it. Elend blinked, relying on his sight. There's no sound, no tremble. Just a deadly silent attack. He grinned, Excitement pounding harder inside him.
Now, onto the purely class-based skill.
Elend held up his dagger.
(Spatial Storage. Lvl 1)
The dagger disintegrated under blue light, consuming it.
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(Spatial Storage. Lvl 1) (30/1000)
- Steel Dagger. Grade C (30 Spatial Point)
How much will the Thread Sword cost to send? He uses an Inspection on it.
(Thread Blade. Grade A. +50 Dex. + 30 int. +20 Str. 150 Spatial Point)
Elend winced inwardly, "That was expensive," He muttered. Or maybe this sword is that good? How about the mask?
(Mask Of Tear. Grade B. +10 Str. +5 Dex. 50 Spatial Point)
Despite much better quality, it merely costs 20 more points. This makes storing low-grade items very unappealing.
(Fire Breath). Hot air lingered shimmering inside his throat; he could feel it like a combustible gas begging him to light a fire.
He blew a string of air out of his puffed cheek, it coalesced into a fiery red flame. He brought up the Thread Sword, the thread absorbed the fire, making it shimmering red upon the dark theater.
Elend watched mesmerized as the beautiful fiery thread danced as he willed it, and he formed it into a hoop, whisking flame around. Then, he will it to coil around the blade, hugging the blade tightly.
He waved the flaming sword around, leaving a trail of red whisk as he moved it. Elend, try adding more to it.
(Guillotine)
The flame shimmered, from the tail end of it, a red flame burst into black. He jolted his face back in surprise, so much power he is holding. This costs 8 mana to summon.
Considering Guillotine can stack upon clashes, this combination might be able to get much stronger.
Elend slashed his sword down toward the rows of chairs, black flame blasted forward, consuming entire row. Heat smoldered him as he watched wasp of black fire dance upon the ruin.
The room shines strangely, black flame gives up a black light inside this dark theater. It somehow makes the room much darker as it burns away.
"Woah.." A feminine voice was awed. He looked at Lera with her mouth gaping.
He coughed, the ashes made it inside his nose. "Uh, I'm wondering if you can keep this a secret?"
"My mouth is zipped," She promised.
Elend muttered a thanks, still wondering if it was necessary to keep this a secret. But it can't hurt to err on the safe side.
"Ah, can you hold up that sword for a bit?" He pointed to the sword beside her, placed on the seat.
"Yeah sure," She held it up.
(Sleight Of Hand)
He watched as blue light sparked the sword, and it moved to consume it whole. Lera yelped as the sword disappeared from her grip. It unfurled in the same blue light above his left palm.
Elend grasped the sword and grinned in satisfaction. "Here, catch!" He said, about to throw it back.
"No need!" She crouched, bringing up a short sword and a mask from the Circus Blader. "Can I keep these?" She asked.
Elend tilted his head. why does she need to ask his permission?
"You're the one who kills them," She added.
"Oh." He nodded, "Sure, kept them."
Now, he doesn't think its possible to test the rest of his active skill without an enemy.
His eyes widen in sudden revelation. Audience Participation and Curtain Call could be a sure kill combo, isn't it? That would cost 60 mana, it's something he will keep in mind.
As for Tamer Whip, he would need to find a Lizardos to test it on.
Now for the passive, a skill that makes his eyes bulge when he reads it.
"Am I supposed to push the weapon into my mouth?' He muttered, holding the C-grade sword up. "Let's test this one, the last," He decided.
Lifting a knife, he held it by the steel point. "This is how you throw a knife, right?" He wondered. Throwing it, it spins around, hitting a glass lamp on the wall. He had expected it to land, an unfounded confidence instilled inside him.
He jumped on a chair, testing his Wireman Balance skill. A newfound sense of balance was born within him, just like the knife throw earlier. He walked, crossing between the chairs, not bothering to steady his hand. Then he jumped toward the lower tier, it's an easy one-legged leap above the chair.
Active skill is great, but Passive skill feels like adding something he's been missing his whole life. like attaching a new set of limbs.
Regrettably, Showman Flourish is something he is only able to test against an enemy.
Now, for what he has been delaying. With the Thread Sword on his right arm and, Common Sword on his left. He jumped across chairs to where Lera is, it feels impossible to fall, such a thought is foreign
"What, you're an acrobat now?" Lera remarked as she observed him.
Elend smiled down at her. "It's a passive skill."
"Passive skill.." She muttered thoughtfully, eyes scanning around. "I have one too, an extra mana Regen"
Elend jumped down, he grasped the C-grade Circus Blader sword. "That's nice, I had no passive when I started. Being a mage from the get-go is rare, I think? Every awakener I met has weapon weapon-based skill."
"Yes! My friend told me, most people would get a weapon-based skill when they first awakened. To be awakened instantly with magic, it tends to be better if you do not have any experience with weapons." She rambles on. "She said it's still a random chance and there's no guarantee. But I always wanted to be a mage. So when I sneak here, I barely know how to fight."
Elend nodded, taking the information in. Who is this friend? And does that mean he has a good chance to be awakened with a magic skill too? Or does his baseball experience prevent it from happening? Well, he got a special class Path. No point in complaining.
"You sneak in?"
She blushed; he could make it out even in the dark. "Yeah, my friend... she tries to prevent me from going. But I’ve wanted to be a Hunter since forever, so when I just had my 18th birthday a week ago, I have been trying to find a dungeon that is close enough."
"I get it, there's barely any dungeon portal spawn around here," Elend murmured. It makes sense for her to be in here, then.
"Yeah, this town is small, and doesn't have much mana ambiance," She explained.
"That is the reason?"
"Yes, my friend said it," She went on, pride gleaming in her eyes. "She is a high upper D rank Hunter." There are 7 ranks of Hunter, from S,A,B,C,D,E. Within them, they're separated into upper, middle, and low. D rank usually consists of Hunter above level fifty to two hundred. The highest rank above S is Numbered Hunter. They were given a number to represent by the empire.
Being a high rank doesn't necessarily mean a good thing, it could be that this friend of her has tried to pass the C rank hunter test but kept failing.
"This friend of yours, does she go to Western Elekus College?" He asked. The college is named after one of the great heroes who lived in thousand years past.
Lera nodded, "What of it? I also go there, Pretty much the only college in town"
"Does she have a boyfriend named Andrew?"
Her eyes widen in recognition, and she suddenly rushes, trapping him against a chair. "Andrew? As in Andrew Luckman?" The back of Elend's knee hit the chair, he went sprawling down on it. "I don't know his full name."
"He always hangs out with two other guys! Oscar Loremi and James Benif"
Ah, Andrew. not a very lucky man, are you? Elend averted his eyes from her, not willing to say anything more.
"He is here? All of them?" She gaped, her jaw might as well drop to the ground.
"I did not say anything!"
"Well, you don't have to!" Her teeth clatter, seemingly in legitimate fear. "He will be brutally murdered by Mera. All three of them need to surpass level 195 in this dungeon."
"All of you make it sound like she is some kind of physicopath," Elend mused, trying to find any sense of humor behind her eyes.
"She is kinda one," She grumbled. "Why do you think I have to sneak in here?"
"Well, you can just not tell her," Elend recommended.
"And lie to my friend?" She gasped in horror.
"You're impossible," Elend muttered under his breath.
He stood, seizing the other five Circus Blader Swords.
"Are they alive?" She asked, her eyes downcast. "I made a point to try finding them earlier just in case, so at least we could go in together, I could have sworn they're not on the staging ground."
"Well, when we arrived. Oscar got sick from the crowd."
"Ah, the chuuni" she said in monotones.
So it is well known.
"The four of us entered when the portal turned red." Elend heaved up as he picked the last blade.
"Red Portal.." She mumbled.
"Right.." Elend said. "I haven't told you." He gave her a brief explanation of it.
"I get those three still want to go in because of their dojo, but why are you joining them?" She asked.
"Dojo?"
"They attend a local dojo since they're just a child, all three of them. The master is some kind of Swordman Class Hunter, whom I heard disgraced inside the Grand Dessert Castle Dungeon. They swore to fix their master's name and clear the dungeon." She explained.
"What kind of life have they been living?" Elend's lips quirked. The whole story seems so hard to articulate.
"You say that because you did not know them well," She added. "They're very serious about this."
Elend hummed, seeing those three in a different light. He has thought of them as some suicidal guys, well, that would have to include him.
"Anyway, I need your help with something."
She rolled her eyes. "You're dodging my question?"
"I'm here because of pretty much the same reason as you," He grumbled.
"I wouldn't jump into a red portal," She pointed out.
That is fair. "I guess I'm just more desperate than you."
"Well, I suppose you did manage to survive." Then, with a low voice, she added, "I was stupid."
"You're not. This dungeon is abnormal," Elend said. He sighs, the stupidest is he. Without any training like those three, he jumped into a red portal. "You might want to close your eyes for this?"
"For what?"
"It's my skill," Elend heaved the Grade C short sword. With a steel of determination inside him, he pushed the sword inside his mouth. His mouth coiled around the steel, pushing it deeper.
"What the fuc-" She gasped.
He did not feel the metallic taste of steel, nor did he sense the sword touch. But, his mouth widened, fitting the blade in, he pushed deeper, his mouth horrifyingly coiling around the sword guard.
Horror struck him, he had just consumed a sword. "What the fuck.." He muttered.
"That is my line," She exclaimed.
(Blade In Mouth. Lvl 1) (Item 1/2)
- Short Sword. Grade C
"I need to push in one more. Can you do it for me?" He held a short sword toward her.
"You could do it yourself!'
"Yes, and that was horrifying. I want my hand to open my mouth wide the next time, so it will be faster. Just shove it fast."
She gulped, staring at him like he was some sort of extinct animal. "Fine, I do owe you a lot."
Lera pushed the sword a bit too fast for his liking.
“It went in,” Lera mutters.
He scowled at her, and in return, she grinned.
(Blade In Mouth. Lvl 1)
Starting fusion..
Chapet 8: -Skill-