Chapter 117: Calm Before the Storm
Cold drops of rain fell and lashed the paved paths. The sky had covered itself under a grayish of bad omen.
The seasons of rain were not very common in the desolate north, punished with an icy fog of every day.
Gabriel’s boots avoided every puddle that they could. Observing the movement of the city.
The obsessive climax for the new updates in the game had ceased relatively. Cowed by the climate.
With the bustle lightening, but never disappearing.
He still remembered palpably the moment when he asked Abyss about the book.
It had been a casual question that received an unexpected response.
"Those who speak about the tales in the book, die."
With those words he had abandoned him again, at the outskirts of Bérsaic, disappearing like a ray that illuminates briefly. He only verified his safety.
The mission completed itself with normality, obtaining only reputation with Abyss. A reward apparently absurd and useless, but he did not ignore it.
It could open doors where before they did not exist. The perspective was the most useful resource upon playing chess.
But he would definitely lose in three moves.
"The Tomb of Egël, the Crystal Palace, the Catacombs of Irzir, the Deposit of the South, The Stations."
He asked more than once the public employee, a taciturn old man, verifying the information.
They were the names listed to the dungeons that suddenly had been discovered and finally made of public knowledge. An intelligent stratagem of the video game itself.
But he was one of the extremely benefited users of the sudden decision. His personal strength was sufficient to carry out expeditions in solitude, but obtaining the knowledge about the elusive dungeons was the central point.
The knowledge was wealth in data. And by chance, all had become rich.
A movement of that degree could not more than hide well-intentioned or ill-intentioned intentions. Like feeding the sheep until it is fat.
But of course, in the cities the information continued being a torrential river of wealth.
They sold a special map, cartographed by who knows who, at a moderate price.
With satisfaction, he left the administrative office. His pockets were not so heavy as when he had entered, but the investment was worth it.
Now there existed other five scenarios to defeat. Steps that would benefit significantly his power and influence.
The warnings of Charles—hidden like a common and ordinary conversation, weighed like a curse of life or death over him. Only being useful would he survive the sufficient time.
It was a crude truth incrusted in the lowest levels of society. Therefore he needed to strengthen himself, making himself the master of his own destiny.
The Ghostly Cave had only granted him two levels. With the majority of the experience coming with the final death of the giant ghost and the multipliers for his solitary challenge.
A miserable quantity.
For the first time, since he was possessor of the Gluttony of Leviathan, he felt the pressure tightening over his shoulders. The difficulty had grown without sense. And others were probably suffering more than him.
He opened the panel of his statistics after a long time. He was not an obsessive of the points, preferring to measure the reality through his perception.
But the constant variables that accumulated urged him to do it.
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[Name: Gabriel]
[Status: Awakened]
[Titles: Butcher of Pseudo-Tyrants, Blood Tempest]
[Level: 32]
[Class: Sleeping Vampire]
[Affiliation: Frozen Court]
Fatigue: Low/moderate. (High capacity of resilience)
MP: 253 points.
STR: 453 points.
AGI: 418 points.
VIT: 437 points.
INT: 203 points.
Fame: Of considerable reputation, his name could have unknown effects in specific circles.
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Was he really prepared?
It was the unknown that pursued him, but that he was disposed to answer in the fire and the running of the blood. His main statistics were perfectly leveled, very near the threshold of the 500, principally by his miraculous skill.
But his magic was an element condemned to the second plane, losing in large part importance.
Because his specialties nourished themselves from his physique and his capacity of response to the danger. From always they had shared that quality.
"This could not be sufficient." He murmured with uncertainty, with a strange feeling of distrust in his voice.
He found himself alone, supporting the incessant rain under a wooden beam that sustained an improvised roof.
The Twilight of the Gods was a threat that tightened the world in a somber scenario of death, destruction and uncertainty.
Outside, in the reality, the humanity had survived innumerable disasters. Putting itself on foot each time.
But now the diabolical monsters that slipped into the reality through unknown methods, was another latent danger.
It pulsed to the rhythm of a symphony, slow and dramatic—in consonance of the Twilight of the Gods.
Really it could not be sufficient.
He could perish.
His thoughts soaked themselves in a pessimistic emotional anguish, that rapidly converted into a new brilliant purpose.
He was not optimistic, simply direct.
If you did not want that others burned your ass, you must burn theirs first. Although without a doubt it was not the best example.
Ascendant.
The status that belonged to the next step in the enormous and mysterious ladder of power. A title of which he did not even have an idea.
He only recognized that it was an extremely complex and important stage for the extraordinary path. Being the trunk of the enormous tree.
While the Awakened was only a novice status, so large as the insignificant ants; the Ascendant was the principle of the extraordinary.
That was the introductory guide that the small book had granted him. That he guarded as the balm of his doubts.
To his eyes the book was practically the encyclopedia that gathered the wisdom of innumerable generations of instructed men. Despite that its pages did not surpass the dozen.
They were only annotations that carried a great solemnity.
Even so, managing to give the next step and convert himself into an Ascendant situated itself immediately next to the evolution of his class.
They were two urgent matters, that could not delay themselves even more.
Because the rumors of war were also near.
To survive.
But above all, to conquer.