[ Congratulations! You have completed the Optional Quest ]
[ EXP +3000, Reputation +5 ]
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[ Player Stats ]
Name: Raizel Ashblade
Title: Savior Of Bone Village
Reputation: 115 (Friendly)
Level: 9 | EXP: 3125/10000
Class: Anti-Megus
Spells: Nullification Field (F), Quick Steal (F), Red Berserker (F).
Stats:-
[ HP: 150 /150 ]
[ Strength: 27 ]
[ Agility: 26 ]
[ Stamina: 29 ]
[ Intelligence: 22 ]
[ Available Attribute Points: 0 ]
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Victor checked his stats and frowned in frustration. Because he was still more than 6,000 EXP away from his next level-up.
And the Exit Button could be enabled at any moment.
With his current progress, he could easily qualify for an average guild. But if he wanted to catch the attention of top-tier guilds like Apex, he needed to reach Level 10—anything less wouldn't even earn him a second glance.
Still, reaching Level 9 was no small feat. Many players wouldn't be able to make it in time, and some might even die trying, unable to withstand the relentless grind.
On the other hand, as Victor looked at Kierra's glowing figure, he was certain thay she had just reached Level 10. Her smile made it obvious.
"Huh, you look really happy. Did you reach Level 10?" he asked.
She nodded, grinning smugly. "Yes, and I'm twice as strong as I was just a few seconds ago."
"Oh, I see..."
Before he could say more, Kierra suddenly gasped.
"Oh… The Exit option is unlocked, Raizel!" she exclaimed. "We can finally go home now!"
Victor cursed his bad luck.
Here he was, silently praying for more time—hoping to trigger some last-minute quests before this happened.
Sigh… What else could he do?
It seemed he'd just have to settle for joining one of the average guilds out there.
Seeing Victor's lack of excitement, Kierra paused.
"How much more experience do you need, Raizel?" she asked.
"Why? Planning to transfer some to me? I don't think that's possible."
"Ugh, just tell me already."
"Over 6,000 points," Victor admitted.
"6,000?" Kierra murmured, shaking her head. That was a lot. It would take too long to grind that much EXP.
By now, most new players had likely exited and were preparing for guild recruitments. If they arrived too late, both of them might miss their chances of getting into a decent guild.
After a moment of thought, Kierra spoke again, this time with slight hesitation.
"Alright, give me your full name and address, Raizel. Let me see if I can do something for you."
Victor glanced at her, trying to gauge whether he could trust her.
After a brief moment of consideration, he finally spoke.
"My name is Raizel Ashblade, and my address is: Megacity 17, ******"
Kierra committed the information to memory, making sure she wouldn't forget it.
"Alright... Let's see what I can do for you. But don't slack off on your end either, got it?" she said, her tone almost as if she were coaxing a child.
Victor chuckled faintly. "Well, I'm not too worried, Kierra. Youdon't have to go through all that trouble, you know. We can still meet again, can't we?"
Kierra's mood seemed to dip slightly, but she still nodded calmly.
"You're right, Raizel. We can't control everything. What's meant to happen will happen. Maybe… I was just expecting too much from you, just like an immature little girl."
"Hey, that's not what I—"
"Plop!"
Victor's words came to an abrupt stop as he watched Kierra vanish from the game in an instant.
He sighed. "Did I hurt her somehow?"
Shaking his head helplessly, he reached for the Exit button without another thought.
[ EXIT ]
He pressed it without hesitation.
[ Do you wish to exit? ]
[ Yes ]
"Plop!"
With the confirmation, the familiar sensation washed over him—the same one he had felt when he first entered Supreme Game.
Spiraling, Spinning amidst chaotic light
And then—
Thud.
Slowly, Victor stood up, and took a careful look around him.
Indeed, he was back on the Player Awakening Platform in real World.
His eyes scanned his surroundings, watching as players reappeared one by one. However, the crowd was noticeably thinner than before.
There could be various reasons for that.
Some players hadn't been selected. Some must have died. And others were still making their way back.
In the distance, Guild Recruitment banners hung high, fluttering slightly. Guild officials sat behind tables and chairs, while players lined up in front, eager to submit their applications and secure a spot in a guild.
Victor's eyes darted toward the spectators' area, searching for his family.
And there they were. They stood, their faces filled with relief, while his little sister cheering happily.
They had complete trust that Raizel would choose the best guild for himself, so no words of advice were necessary.
Of course, they assumed he'd be joining one of the lower-level guilds. Joining Apex Guild was simply didn't eveb cross their mind.
But suddenly, their expressions froze as if something was not right.
They finally caught into his changes, which revealed like illusion just now.
Suddenly, a disdainful sneer came from behind Victor.
"Oh? So the poor mongrel actually survived. Tch."
The voice belonged to a wealthy-looking young man— Alastor Damian. A former classmate of his.
He was the same person who had mocked Raizel for his low talent, always accompanied by his lackey, Jack.
"Damn, boss, this nerd has all the dog's luck. I swear," Jack scoffed.
"Yeah, otherwise, how could he have survived? Even two of our own mendied."
Alastor, Jack, and three others stared at Raizel with surprise and disbelief.
If Victor had to guess the reason for Alastor's hostility, it likely had something to do with a certain female student—someone Alastor had taken a liking to.
Coincidentally, Raizel also had a bit of a crush on her.
Her name was Cecilia Rosenberg.
"Ehh... Nerd, what happened to your hair?"
Jack's surprised voice rang out as the group finally noticed something off about Raizel.
His hair color had completely changed.
"Yeah, I didn't notice before… How does he suddenly have white hair?" Jack muttered in bafflement.
Alastor Damian, however, remained unfazed with his arms crossed, an air of indifference around him. To him, Raizel was still a poor mongrel, someone who could never compete with him.
But then—
His eyes were drawn to a figure approaching with the natural beauty and grace of a flower.
The kind of beauty that silenced the entire platform.
The dream of many—
Cecilia Rosenberg.