A Rookie with a Pointy Stick

Within a dimly lit room, a woman was experiencing a symptom of menstruation and being hysterical. That wasn't the case, she was just angry.

"This isn't what I wanted. What the hell is happening?" The woman slammed her desk as she said.

*Hahaha. I told you it won't go as you expected.

"Tsk."

The woman was not having a great time. She rugged her hair to think but she couldn't find the answer to her problem. She doesn't even know what caused the problem.

*Hey. Don't you think someone was meddling?

At the voice's statement, the woman opened her eyes wide. She had an expression that was akin to a fish coming up for air with her mouth open wide.

"It can't be. She's no longer in control."

The woman's eyes were shaking and her messed up hair made her look crazy.

"I already took care of her. Yes. Yes. I'm in control!"

*You weren't able to confirm her death, remember?"

"Shut up!"

The woman slammed her monitor to the ground, thinking that it would kill the connection. But here's a little lesson on desktops, the monitor is not the computer.

*Hahaha. Buckle up. You're in for a ride.

The voice from the other line continued. Of course, the voice could still reply, the woman only broke the monitor. A speaker was still connected to the pc after all.

"I- I said shut up." The woman whimpered as she crouched in the darkness. The only light source of the room was her desktop monitor and with that broken, she's left within the void.

"Leave me alone."

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[Standard Issue Spear]

*A spear made by an apprentice blacksmith at Donut City's largest smithy, 'The best smithy in the city'.

ATT: 50

Requirements to use: STR: 50

Class requirement: None because a person not being able to carry a weapon because of class limitation is stupid in a virtual reality game.

"Hmmm. This spear doesn't feel right."

Bob had a feeling that the spear did not fit him properly. That was only to be expected since it wasn't made specifically for him.

"Can you cut this short? It's a bit too long for me." Bob made a request.

"That's what she said." A blacksmith said as he took Bob's spear.

"Come here." He continued.

The blacksmith pulled Bob into his embrace and touched Bob all over his body.

"This is weird." Bob complained. He did not know what was happening.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." The blacksmith said with a seductive smile.

-

"Alright. That should now fit your measurements. Off you go!"

The blacksmith finished cutting the shaft with his tools and gave the spear back to Bob.

'It grip is the same, but the overall feeling of the shaft is much better for me now.'

Bob thought and nodded. He gave his thanks to the blacksmith who helped him cut the shaft down to size and prepared to the smithy after giving his words of goodbye to everyone.

"Thank you. I'll come again later."

"Sure! Remember, service isn't free when this is over. Buhahahah!"

As Bob left the smithy that was named 'Best Smithy in the City', he immediately equipped the spear and found that he could properly swing the pointy stick.

The only problem was that he didn't have the spearman class, which meant he didn't have any passive skill that could help him deal more damage.

But Bob doesn't know any of that.

"Ah. The first target practice."

A werewolf arrived in front of the smithy, no, in front of Bob who was itching to try and use the spear for the first time.

"Grrrr."

The werewolf stayed wary of Bob's movements. It saw that Bob hurriedly equipped his weapon but did not do anything to stop it. After a few moments of a Mexican standoff without guns, the werewolf finally moved.

"Ack!"

Bob got hit in the chest with a slashing claw. It was too fast for him to properly react to the attack but he could still feel the stinging pain coming from the claw that just his skin apart and rend his flash.

Swing~

*You have dealt 69 damage. Nice.

Bob swung his spear in retaliation. The werewolf did not expect that the person he attacked would fight back when the person should be moving now. However, the blow was weak as it was an attack on the werewolf's paw.

"Tsk."

Bob did not like looking at the gushing blood that was rushing out of his body. Although the wound closed instantly because it was within a game, save for when you get a 'maimed' status effect.

Bob backed off for a bit. He wasn't used to using a spear to battle so his best bet was to use the advantage of the weapon, that is its reach. He kept the pointy end of the spear and held the handle firmly with both hands while remaining vigilant.

"Kul Kul Kul." The werewolf laughed as it felt that the enemy before it was a rookie. It also looked at the chicken on Bob's shoulders while drooling.

Flap~

"Cluck." Lavanuk jumped from his shoulder and landed on the ground.

She distanced herself from Bob because she felt that she was hindering Bob's movements, which was true to an extent.

"Hup!"

Bob pushed and pulled the pointy stick, trying to poke the werewolf's eyes out. It was very effective as the werewolf didn't know what to do, it simply kept its distance and danced to Bob's attacks.

"This could work."

Bob continued his assault, getting a few cheap shots every now and then. He did not use a proper stance, nor did he use any techniques, the simple reason was that the spear was longer than the werewolf's arms and claws. It could not get near without getting pierced by the pointy stick.

"Grrr."

The werewolf snarled. It was annoyed as it was getting more and more small injuries. Although the wounds closed, his HP did not recover.

"Cluck." Lavanuk clucked aggressively. She was agitated.

The scene continued with Bob simply taking using his reach advantage while the on-lookers did not care. You might ask, why is there no other werewolf helping this one? Well, here it is!

Chomp~

"Argh! You!" Bob screamed in pain.

Bob was being held within another werewolf's bite on his neck. The biting werewolf also used his hands to hold Bob in place, setting up the kill for kin. At this time, Lavanuk ran around in circles as she panicked.

"Kul Kul Kul." The annoyed werewolf laughed. Its enemy was now within grasp and it could almost taste victory.

The wind gushed as the werewolf rushed to the restrained Bob. The werewolf's vision was locked on Bob and it used all of its power to strike. All Bob could do with his inhibited arms was point the spear towards the rushing werewolf, which could be easily pushed aside by the enemy.

He anticipated the incoming attack and closed his eyes like a rookie. Bob knew that he was going to live through this anyways. And as the enemy approached, all he could see in his vision was this.

*Your contracted monster Lavanuk's HP has reached 0.

*Your contracted monster Lavanuk is an Essential. It can't die.

*Your contracted monster Lavanuk's HP is set back to minimum.

'Hmmm?'

Bob's eyes bulged. He thought that his chicken was at least safe from the battle but it wasn't the case at all. But before he could think further, the enemy in front has reached him.

Stab~

The rushing werewolf rushed straight into Bob's spear and died. As luck would have it, its heart was pierced through. When the body vanished, leaving behind the loot, Bob could see the Lavanuk was behind the body. She was flat, literally flattened.

'Did she trip the enemy on purpose?'

No. She was merely panicking. But Bob doesn't know that.

The other werewolf watched it all happened in front of it. It was dumbfounded as it thought of the reason why its kind died.

'Chicken.' The werewolf looked at the chicken in horror and opened its mouth wide in shock.

"Uhmm. Can you let go of me now?" Bob asked nicely. He just asked as any other person would.

"Grr? Kul."

The werewolf loosed its grip on Bob's shoulders and removed its mouth from his neck. It was still looking at the chicken that was flattened like pancakes.

'Oh wow. I didn't think that would work.'

Bob thought as he moved away from the werewolf. He tidied his messed up clothes and wiped away the saliva on his neck with his hand. Bob smelled his hand and wretched.

"Dude! You have really bad breath." Bob complained while cringing his face.

"Grrrrr." The werewolf was angry but it was a different kind of anger from earlier.

Bob used his stance from earlier.

'Point and shoot, retrieve then back off.'

He annoyed the hell out of the werewolf before it became a blue light and dropped its loot. Bob took the loot and reflected on the battle that just happened.

*Your experience has passed the threshold. You have gained a level.

*Your contracted monster 'Lavanuk' leveled up.

*Your contracted monster 'Lavanuk' leveled up.

'Damn. These prompts are annoying.'

His vision was filled with the prompts of his HP depleting yet resetting to minimum. There were also prompts about leveling up within the mix. And as he dealt with those prompts, he heard a voice calling out.

"Hey! You doing okay?"