After vomiting, Ash started looking for items on the Robbers' bodies.
With disgust, he steeled himself to dig through their pockets.
Ting.
[You have found a Magic Stone.]
Ting.
[You obtained green gemstones.]
Ting.
[You have found a Healing Potion.]
Ting.
[You obtained red gemstones.]
Ting.
[You obtained purple gemstones.]
Ting.
[You have found a Strength Potion.]
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.
Ting.
[You obtained 50 gemstones and 50 regular items.]
[You have passed the trial stage.]
[You are now at stage 1.]
[You can take a look at your Quests now.]
The sound of the notifications continued to ring in his ears and only stopped when he finished searching the people's bodies.
As a result, he began to hear the illusion that the notifications were still ringing in his ear.
He patted his head and shook it, trying to drown out the hum from the ting-ting-ting-ting sound.
"Damn it..." he muttered and really wished he could make the notification sound silent.
Unbeknownst to him due to those constant notification sounds, a man with a thin and small body was sneaking up on him.
Once close, the person immediately pounced on him, and they rolled around on the warehouse floor.
Ash tried to free himself from the man's grip. He hit the person on the head with his fist.
The person rolled away from Ash then got up and wiped the blood that came out of his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned maniacally.
"Who are you?!" he yelled at the stranger. His hand took his sword out of its sheath.
The person just chuckled as he looked at him and took out his two scimitars. He held both of them in front of his chest and twirled them expertly.
'What skill is that?' Ash was confused.
"Give me all the items you have!" the person ordered in a low and rough voice.
Ash snarled, "Why would I give it to you?!"
"That means you have to die!" said the person, then attacked Ash with fast movements. The scimitars in his hands swung right and left fiercely.
Ash could only parry the attacks. He knew from the games he had played, that skills like this were usually skilled at close-range attacks.
He tried to push the person back to get some distance. But his shoulder was injured.
Several times the scimitar almost severe vital parts of his body.
Soon, he was pushed back against the side of the warehouse wall.
That person laughed, "It turns out you are still at a low level," he said, "give up. I am already at Assassin level, so it is useless for you to fight me."
Ash gasped. Assassin level means you are already at Advanced Skill.
"NO!"
He blocked the person's sword swing and then ran towards one corner of the wooden floored warehouse.
The person gave chase and swung his sword from above, directly at his head.
He parried that attack with a grimace as his left shoulder which had been shot felt very painful.
Suddenly the wooden floor broke, making them fell into a curved hole and rolled down deeper into it.
Ash stopped tumbling when his back hit the frame of the large fan embedded at the end of the hole. His temple hit a lever so hard that it bled, and the lever moved upwards.
The large fan automatically turned on and sucked out the air from inside the hole strongly.
The assassin who stopped right in front of the fan was slammed into the fan and his body was immediately cut into pieces by the fan.
Ash who also sucked out tried not to take his hands off the frame. He tried as hard as he could to reach the lever to lower it.
A few splinters from the fallen floorboards hit his body, and almost his handrails came off the frame.
He kept trying to reach the lever and when he succeeded, he lowered it.
The big fan finally turned off, making him fell onto the floor made of steel plates and straightly fainted.
***
Half an hour later, when he regained consciousness, Ash observed his surroundings and saw splatters of blood and flesh from the person who had tried to kill him on the fan's leaves.
Suddenly he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit again, but he held it in.
He walked and found his sword. Luckily it stuck in the bottom of the frame and not damaged at all.
Trying not to look at the fan that was still dripping with blood and smelled fishy, he picked up the sword.
With his remaining strength, he climbed out of the hole and went out of the cursed warehouse.
He stumbled towards the tree he had been standing in, and after a moment of rest, he climbed up and took his backpack, then walked away from that damn place.
'I have to find a place to hide.'
His mind was a little fuzzy but determined to find a safe place for him to rest comfortably.
He walked without stopping until the sun came up. The sunlight made the water sparkle and hurt his eyes.
Realizing that he was now standing in the shore, he stopped walking.
He put his backpack down, opened it, and saw a bright green liquid bottled inside. It was the healing potion he found from the robbers.
'Can this healing potion work?' he thought, "Hhhh, there's no harm in trying..."
He opened the bottle's lid and drank all the contents from the bottle.
Then his body glowed softly on a greenish hue, and he felt his wounds no longer hurt.
He touched his wounded temple, and the wound was no longer there. But he couldn't see his temple.
Still curious, he opened the sleeve of his jacket and saw that the gunshot wound in his shoulder had disappear.
He grinned. He also felt his body refreshed, no longer tired and achy due to being hit by blunt objects during the fight.
"Damn it, I was too panicked, so I forget that I had a healing potion," he grumbled. "Should have drink it sooner last night."
Relieved, he looked at his surroundings and began to find a safe place for him to rest.
He didn't see any large trees he could sleep on, but he saw a small-sized wooden ship floating near a coastal cliff, not far from where he was now.
Giving a thought for some time, he decided to board that ship and float it on the sea so that no other players could get close to it on the sea.
"Perfect hiding spot, I guess," he mumbled, strolling towards the ship.