The Healers Union recommends all [Healers] to stay away from active battlefields with an added advisory warning from entering The Realm. Everyone with a healing class is recommended to sign up with the Healers Union to share in magical knowledge to benefit all of humanity. We should be working together to stop the infighting between Earth countries and rally against the Tyrants.
"We can still do a good job on Earth. We must stand against the Tyrants who break every rule of warfare."
"Rules of warfare? Conventions? Now that you are losing, you demand that others should follow your rules? How typical."
-The Witch Tyrant.
Now entering a safe zone
10 minutes remaining until you are forcefully ejected from the safe zone.
Ryan stepped into the safe room, the letter from the Manager burning a mental hole in his pocket. He stepped towards the table in the middle as it held his reward.
His reward for an S- achievement clear. He checked his notifications.
Realm 0 -> Realm 1 achieved!
The benefits to his body were almost immediate. If a Realm 0 [Rogue] was someone at the peak level of physical talent attainable on Earth, Realm 1 was where he could win a competition against anyone with little practice. Nobody on Earth could beat a Realm 1 [Rogue] in close combat.
He snapped a knife from his holster and then twirled it around his fingers. Doing tricks he'd forgotten how to do. Then he pushed further. He took out the other knife from his strap and started juggling them.
He almost couldn't stop grinning. The best part? This was just the smallest of his rewards.
S- achievement reward:
All Trial Skill levels increased according to achievement rating!
[Double Stab] level increase!
Randomized roll from the S-grade reward table…
His heart beat as he waited for the next-
Equipment!
Damnit!
Rogue fitment for Ryan Robinson:
[Shadowed] enchantment
[Minor Self Repair] enchantment
It was almost a disappointing reward. One reward in the S grade pool was to get an extra Trial skill point. That would have given him three skills at realm 1 instead of two. That would have really made him stand out.
At least it wasn't a guidance session with the Manager. That was a legitimate S-tier reward. It could apparently result in unique build paths and unknown secrets about The Realm. If Ryan had gotten it, he was pretty sure he would have lost his mind.
He shouldn't complain. An S-tier achievement for the First Realm was almost impossible these days. The problem was arguably Earth's greatest resource: the internet. Realm achievements heavily penalized working on prior knowledge, and the First Trial was so standardized that it was nearly impossible for anyone who grew up with the internet to get an S grade. Which was everyone.
There were stories of people using one arm to clear the First Trial, only to end up getting an A for their grade.
In a sense, one could say that Ryan had gotten 'lucky'.
He shook his head as he looked at his reward. He stripped off his clothes until he was in his boxers and started putting the gear on.
The underlayer of the outfit was a sleek and somewhat thin black leather. The other pieces of the [Rogue] gear were fastened on top. Thick dark brown leather made up the padding for slightly bulky shoulder pads, bracers and leg pads. It even came with simple black boots that seemed to reflect the light.
The first part of the chest piece looked like a thin leather jacket. It felt like it had an odd mesh that might give some resistance but nothing like what his thicker leather padding did. His chestpiece came together in the front, buttons instead of a zipper. Eight silvery buttons in two rows, four on each side lined down his chest. The front looked quite similar to what a chef's outfit did.
Except in black leather and silver buttons. He wrinkled his nose, silver buttons didn't make sense for a [Rogue] but it'd do for now. Maybe he'd paint them black later.
Ryan put on the outer layer pants that came with the outfit. It was a similar material to the jacket.
Finally, he put up the cowl, the shadowed effect immediately covering his face. He could still see with perfect vision. There was zero hindering of his peripheral vision.
He really wished he had a mirror. He either looked like the most dangerous realm one [Rogue], or one really edgy cosplayer.
7 minutes remaining.
He fastened his standard knife pack onto his chest and the sword to the belt by his side. They didn't quite fit right with the rest of his outfit, but that was fine. There was something to be said for an adventurer wearing mismatched gear.
There was also the Skeleton Lord's golden crown and broken wand on the table. He grabbed them both.
Then he took the letter and shoved it into an inner pocket in his jacket.
This gear gave him options. Ryan could deliver the letter and ditch the outfit, then sign up for the adventurer's guild later, take the Quest bonus and not suffer the attention it would bring.
It sounded like a good plan, but he was pretty sure he could think of a better one.
6 minutes remaining
Normally, this would be when he'd use the [Return To Earth] skill. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option for him, Ryan checked out his skill tab.
Available Skill point allocations: 1
Available Trial Skill slots: 3
[Unrelenting Pressure] (rare)
[Volatile Antimagic Throw] (rare)
[Reckless Charge] (uncommon)
[Quickened] (uncommon)
[Instant Dodge] (uncommon)
Ryan stared at the list, completely in shock.
Two Rare skill offerings, almost unheard of for a First Realm adventurer. He knew a potential anti-magic skill was coming with how he'd dealt with the skeleton lord-but the descriptor in front? That should have made it a high tier Rare.
Somehow, [Unrelenting Pressure] was above that. Ryan frowned, unsure if he'd heard of the skill before. There were lots of skills like it.
[Unrelenting Pressure] (rare, passive, active) variable stamina and presence cost
Demolish all in your way. Let them tremble at your inevitability.
Passively causes an increase in your presence to those that perceive you.
Active: Those in your vicinity and those that perceive you will suffer from fear. This fear stacks the longer you remain in a dominant position.
Note: Fear can cause significantly varying effects based on the individual and their perception of you.
A passive skill with an active and a passive that improved presence? This skill was nearly Epic quality. The name, however…
Ryan contemplated it for a good minute but in the end shook his head. It was too problematic of a skill. He wouldn't be able to walk around without causing a disturbance. Not until he mastered the skill, and who knew how long that would take. The word 'Unrelenting' made him pretty sure it would be one of those pain-in-the-ass skills to learn.
Double damn.
He wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve this. The zombies and slimes were mindless, the soldiers weren't afraid of him. The Skeleton Lord? Sometimes the Trial System did throw skills at people they hadn't quite deserved. It was called the Trial System after all.
He moved onto the next skill.
[Volatile Antimagic Throw] (rare, active) cooldown 30 seconds. Variable stamina or presence cost.
The first throw into an explosion. The best mana constructs are the large unstable ones.
Channels disruptive stamina or presence into an object to disperse structured mana. Has a higher chance of causing imperfect mana structures to implode.
Note: Channeling more stamina or presence will require superior or attuned material. Due to the unstable nature of the skill, continued contact with your own mana will disable the skill.
This was the real crowning jewel of the skill list and something he'd take sooner or later. Antimagic skills could be used to break magical traps and counter mobs that naturally used mana. You could even evolve it to encompass the other energies.
At a certain point, adventurers would have to stop and try to grind for a chance at an antimagic skill. Even then most people ended up with an Uncommon rather than a Rare skill. Making a Trial boss explode with its own [Firebolt] had let Ryan skip that particular grind.
He laughed shakily, remembering that encounter.
"Maybe I was a little out of my mind trying that."
Ryan knew that the S- achievement score would boost his skill rarities by a significant amount. It just hadn't been something he'd ever really taken into account. So few people achieved even an A in the lower Trials. He continued down his skill list.
[Reckless Charge]... No, just no. He wasn't reckless. He wasn't sure why he was even given this. Everything he'd done had been smart and calculated. It must be another random Trial offering.
[Quickened] (Uncommon, passive)
Speed builds momentum, momentum wins fights.
Improves your overall speed by 3%
Note: This does not include skill cooldowns.
This… This was good. Stacking passives was a slower but much more reliable path to power. Plus true speedsters were often unmatched in direct combat. Another skill that became terrifying with increased levels and mastery.
[Instant dodge] (uncommon, active) cooldown 2 minutes, high stamina usage
A split second is the difference between life and death.
Allows you to make a dodge at your peak speed on activation
This one had potential for Ryan to master quicker than any of the other skills. It wasn't just that it was the lowest rarity in the list, but it was the fact that it was a purely physical active. [Rogues] tended to have an easier time learning those.
Learning a skill was different from leveling one. When you did, the skill would be removed from the Trial skill slot and be placed under the learned skill list. Considering that most people only had access to four Trial skill slots, picking and choosing easy-to-learn skills along with the ones made you unique was incredibly important.
2 minutes remaining.
Ryan had a few "perfect" builds for himself. It probably made more sense to wait to find a team and see any openings but…
You have selected [Instant Dodge]
[Instant Dodge] level 0 -> 1
He had one life left. For now, he was taking all the safety he could get. He jumped into the air and then activated the skill.
[Instant Dodge]
It was like he had kicked off from nothing, the activation threw him across the room at high speed as he whooped in joy
1 Minute remaining.
He took out the letter one last time. Then he opened it to check the contents once again, just to make sure. He swore that if the letter had a single thing off about it he'd throw it away and damn the consequences. Yet everything was there, no trap as he read the sentence once again.
Mezhar is not the final piece.
That was a loaded sentence. Mezhar was the only person to have ever beaten a Tyrant in a one on one. Not only that, he had faced the Chieftain Tyrant, widely argued as the strongest Tyrant of them all.
Asking Ryan to deliver this to a Guild receptionist was like asking a child to deliver nuclear codes to a local police chief. He had no idea why this message was so important, just that the Manager wanted him to deliver it.
Why him? Ryan was already knee deep in shit considering the soldiers he killed were American. Now the Manager wanted him to send this?
He shoved the letter back into his pocket and shook his head. He'd figure out a way to deliver it without getting caught. The Realm had quite a few laws that would help him with that.
Straightening himself out, he took one last look at the room behind him. On the table were the clothes from the Trial and his sneakers, the last thing he had from Earth. He stomped over to the table and looked down at it.
Then he kicked over the table. Was it childish? Yes. Was it also appropriate? Also yes.
This time, Ryan walked out. The door in the room having upgraded itself to a more carved door, representative of his progression in realms.
You may choose two exit paths:
A randomized area in Sector 1
or
Choose from an established exit portal in a leveled zone.
Note: When picking the randomized option, the Trial System will aim to find a suitable location. It cannot guarantee your safety should you do something unwise
He picked the second option, and the town that was the least developed: Pailos, the frontier town for Sector 1.
Welcome to The Realm
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Zedart Kelly did not like his name. For his first name his parents had decided to pick something unique so he would stand out. That hadn't been too uncommon… in their generation, maybe. The problem wasn't really with his first name. It was his last name. Zedart was an adventurer's name, a [Swordmaster]'s name. A fine name. His last name? Kelly?
It reminded him of his roots, of his parents' insistence that he grow up like they did. As a regular kid in Aussie.
Not that he ever could. Not with a name like his, not with the fact that he was an elf surrounded by other Aussie kids with bad humor, not with dragonslayer parents.
His mind wandered as he sat at the table, like he did for the past two months. Two months of searching and he had found only one member that met his standards.
Then again, to only spend two months to find a [Mage] like Gamielle, even with all her… eccentricities. Zedart would have happily waited for another year.
Maybe his standards were too high. He was getting worried that she would leave if he took too long. Gamielle hadn't said anything about leaving, but she'd been visiting Earth more and more frequently. What happened if she found a team on Earth and they didn't need him?
She had even looked disappointed to find out that he had only been offered a regular [Warrior] class and not a [Swordsman]. He had been too.
As these thoughts swirled in his head, the stone archway in the middle of the room lit up.
All conversation in the room halted. He wasn't the only one looking for a team member, and having someone camp the exit portal was considered standard practice. Four different groups of varying sizes eyed the portal as the smart ones looked towards the Guild Receptionist.
The receptionist looked surprised too. That meant that this was an unscheduled Trial completion.
A Destined.
Zedart lowered his hopes. As did everyone else. He had met Destined before, and they had all been disappointing. They had been so happy, so content. Like being chosen for the Trial System was all they had ever wanted.
A sleek black boot was the first thing that appeared from the portal. That was normal, but as the rest of the Destined showed themselves, the room went completely still. A fully kitted out [Rogue] showed up in sleek black and dark brown. Metal studs glimmering in contrast to the dark outfit, almost like the [Rogue] wanted to show off instead.
The whispering started.
"An S-grade?"
"Th-there's no way, right? It has to be a trick."
The others paid attention to the equipment, but Zedart paid attention to what was missing as well. One throwing knife was gone from his chest strap. No guns, no potions.
He was carrying a broken wand and a cracked golden crown.
A Destined that hadn't immediately used [Return To Earth], A Destined that soloed a Trial. No emergency gear. Either this was the greatest poser or… Zedart's hopes rose as he put a hand on his chair and started to rise. Having one Destined was something every team wanted, getting a competent one? Now that was significantly harder.
The Destined looked around, a shadow effect masking the view of his face. His cowl swept around and then seemed to pause on him. For a moment, Zedart felt like he was the one being evaluated. He froze halfway while standing up, his hands wanting to go for his sword.
To challenge the [Rogue] in an Adventurer's duel. But he hesitated.
For some reason he had a feeling he'd lose.
The Destined looked away from him like he was disappointed by Zedart and walked briskly to the counter. All eyes were on the new [Rogue] as the whispering grew louder.
Countless hours of mastery, of blood sweat and tears and he thought he'd lose? Him?
The nervous receptionist blinked at the decked out Destined.
"W-welcome, adventurer, would you like to register?"
Even Sabrina was rattled. How many years had it been since the last S grade achievement on the First Trial? The First Trial's achievement didn't matter too much in the long run.
But if you kept up the momentum?
"It has to be fake."
"Could be a spy."
The [Rogue] ignored all of it. Like it was beneath him to argue.
"I'd like to register, the adventurer's standard. Please."
A fairly normal voice came out from the cowl. It was young, maybe as young as he was. Zedart only got more curious. He wanted to challenge him, right here, right now.
There was a shift in the [Rogue]'s posture as the receptionist responded.
"Of course, please state your full name and remove your cowl for the camera."
"Hooooooold it!"
A cheerful voice yelled out, sprinting to the counter. The bouncy figure had started sprinting from before the [Rogue] had tensed. Zedart wondered if Destined had somehow noticed the [Mage] running at him when nobody else had been paying attention.
Wait a second, a loud bouncy figure? He knew that voice.
Oh no.