"Underbelly," I said. The word caught the attention of Calvin and Freddie. It was a word traveling around in the last days of my second life (this life could be considered my third).
"For a guy out of town," said Freddie. "You seem to know more than you let on."
I grinned. I didn't know what the word meant, and being unable to know the weight of that word placed me in an ocean on driftwood. Power is great, but social communication is a different type of battle.
Life is easy to snuff out. A single swipe of the sword or the perfect hit with a fist can end an opponent. It doesn't open doors. Violence smashes through them until you hit a wall. Imagine a house. You have two choices; you can break, or you ask the owner to let you in. If you break in, the house is yours, but unlocking the other doors can be tricky. If you ask the owner, bec
The Armoury really was on fire. The side of the two-story building was burning bright orange and red in the night. It lit up the other wooden houses and shops. About a dozen workers were trying their best to put out the fire. At the same time, the other dozen were fending off black decked Shi.There were about five of them. Each sporting a sword in one hand and a shield. Their armor was black but still looking like the typical Shi design.The workers didn't stand a chance in the face of special trained soldiers. It was a blood bath with the workers being cut down without a care. Their blood filled the streets, not draining into the sewage because, well, the Capital didn't have one. It wasn't invented yet.I jumped in between the two survivors of twelve. Shadiàn drawn."Help put out the
"Come on," I said, launching my own attack. It was getting easier to fend the five Shi off, but I could feel myself getting frustrated. They weren't showing anything new. Yet they managed to get their shield throws behind me, picking off the workers. I knew that if the fight continued any longer, I would have a lot of dead civilians on my hands.I took a deep breath and focused on the five before me.New skill acquired [Focus].[Focus] activated.I lunged at the one nearest to me. He was surprised and then stunned. I had focused a hundred percent of Killing Intent on him. His body froze for a split second, giving me enough time to land on him a nonlethal slash. Imagine a tazer. He went down cold.A Shi behind me decided to take this opportuni
The Armory was called The Unbreakable Anvil or the Anvil for short. It wasn't the only blacksmith shop in the Capital, but it was the most famous and the only one set in the South District. The nobles made sure that the commoners wouldn't be armed. It was a law that they couldn't wield weapons. Only those permitted by the Emperor were allowed. I was a lucky exception. Nobles were also another exception. The leaders needed to protect themselves. At least that's what they told themselves.The number of adventurers in the Captial was one (we'll get to them later). There wasn't even a Guild building. This was for a reason. The Nobles had determined that the Adventurers were a possible threat and sanctioned that they could not work in the Capital. Clearhall, the second-largest city in Chadel, was where the Adventurers Headquarters resided and was an Adventurer governed city.In m
"Welcome, scum," said a man in shorts and a blue polo shirt. The man wore a black hat with the letters HTH on it. A whistle hung around his neck. There was a scar that started from the back of his head and down his spine. He had a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other.A group of teenage boys stood and sat before them. Most of them riddled with the dreaded acne. The smell isn't great either. Most of the boys are lacking in hygiene. Their hair was matted and greasy. There are a couple of exceptions like me. "You may call me Coach S. Baseball is a military sport. It builds muscle and builds teamwork. When you are in this room, you are no longer friends or enemies. You are equals. I will push, I will bend, mold you into a man. This school has never won a baseball tournament ever. That's going to change. I'm going to give you all hell." The man glanced down at his clipboard he was having a hard time reading
[Mirror Eyes] has one gaping flaw. If it's directed at more than one person, it can be detrimental to the user. When I was fighting the five covert Shi, my body felt like splitting apart. Even after the fight, I noticed that some of my muscles had ripped through the skin. The brain had been given far too much information and couldn't decide which direction I needed to go in, so it opted out and told my body to go in all directions. With [Mental Resistance], I reduced that burden and tried to block my body from doing unnecessary actions. Meaning I had to use this skill wisely, not just for every fight that comes my way. I am not hoarding skills anymore; I'm building a foundation for myself."I should look for other elemental skills," I said, glancing around at the forty-eight other participants in my circle. "Maybe water.""Okay, I'll just sit here then," said Kali taking a s
It took about a couple of hours after we had finished for the other six circles to end. It wasn't as clean as ours. Most of the participants left their pride and reputation at the door after my little stunt. Killing became an easy excuse to get rid of the competition here and outside."How fickle of them eh," said Jofrorli Duskjaw, the dwarf. "Before they were all wondering or not to take life. Just one little scare and they all become savages." He peeked over at me and saw that I was not listening to him. I was making sure that Robert was okay. He wasn't a seasoned warrior like us and was still trying to catch his breath. "Ya know it's rude to ignore someone you know.""T-thank you," said Robert. He was looking a bit better now. "What was that?""Killing Intent," I said, ignoring Jofr
I only remember him being quite charming in a pitiful way. He was blond and wore a black mask; personally, I thought it should have been white. It would have suited his blond hair. His clothes weren't any better. A black bearskin cloak and leather clothes. It was cheaper than the burlaps and cotton. He was very awkward around women, and his humor wasn't any better. It felt like he was trying too much.He only asked for a mead and a simple meal. He had money but wasn't loaded. His hands were rough from practicing with the sword. He would even spar sometimes with the local guards.I don't know when I started to like him, but he stayed in our little town a bit longer than he expected. I remember old Ravod telling us not to hang around him. There was something about his mask that Ravod didn't like. "Anyone that wore a mask like that was up to no good." I didn't accept that. I be
Moses gave each team a room. It wasn't in the castle because there wasn't any room in the castle. The castle floors had been occupied with different departments and sub-departments. The tour through the castle reminded me of an American military base. Anything that wasn't a part of the main goal was kept in the barracks, and barracks were kept outside the castle.Logistics department, strategic department, magic department, espionage department, blacksmith and Armoury department, food department, shelter department, and registration department. Everything was organized with nothing left unturned. The whole area wasn't that wide but told a very good secret. Kaminarimon was built on the remains of New Kaminarimon. Kali immediately recognized where we were before anyone else. It was like she was visiting an old hometown of hers.After the tour, I wanted to rest, take a load off