Quest Completed
Excitement surged through Luke at his recent acquisition of the [ARISE], it filled him with newfound confidence and curiosity. Without wasting a moment, he decided to put his new skill to the test.
[ACTIVATING SKILL----]
"ARISE!" Luke exclaimed with his hands hovering over the frost goblins corpses, his voice brimming with anticipation. As he spoke the words, a surge of energy emanated from him, causing the shadows beneath the fallen goblins to twist and swirl. The darkness enveloped them, transforming them into eerie shadowy forms of their former selves.
Luke's eyes widened with awe and satisfaction as he observed the dark shadow minions, a product of his newly inherited skill. It was a sight that both intrigued and excited him. With these shadow allies by his side, he felt a newfound sense of power and versatility.
[THE SUMMONS CAN PERFORM ANY ABILITY THAT WAS PERFORMED DURING THE FIGHT BEFORE THEIR DEMISE]
As Luke expressed his excitement at his successful activation of the ARISE skill, a sudden headache struck him, causing him to wince in pain. His elation turned to confusion as he watched the shadow frost goblins dissipate into nothingness before his eyes.
Frustrated and perplexed, Luke turned to the shadow system, seeking answers. "What's wrong? Why did the shadow minions disappear?"
The ethereal and mechanical voice of the shadow system echoed in Luke's mind, responding to his inquiry.
[YOU ARE CURRENTLY OUT OF MP, WHICH STANDS FOR MANA POINTS. MP IS A RESOURCE THAT IS CONSUMED WHEN USING SKILLS OR SPELLS THAT DRAW UPON MAGICAL ENERGY. WHEN YOUR MP IS DEPLETED, THE SUMMONED SHADOWS CANNOT BE SUSTAINED, CAUSING THEM TO DISSIPATE]
Luke absorbed the information, realizing that his excitement had led him to exhaust his limited reserves of magical energy. It was a valuable lesson to learn about the importance of managing his resources effectively.
The shadow system continued to provide further explanation.
[MP IS A VITAL ASPECT OF YOUR ABILITIES AS AN INHERITOR OF THE SYSTEM AS IT FUELS THE ACTIVATION OF SKILLS. TO REPLENISH YOUR MP, YOU NEED TO REST AND ALLOW YOUR BODY TO RECOVER NATURALLY. ALTERNATIVELY, CONSUMING CERTAIN ITEMS OR USING RESTORATIVE SPELLS CAN ALSO HELP IN RESTORING YOUR MP]
Understanding the situation, Luke nodded in acknowledgment. He realized that his eagerness to test his new skill had caused him to overlook the limitations of his magical energy. It was a valuable lesson that would shape his approach to future battles and encounters.
With a renewed focus, Luke accepted the advice of the shadow system and decided to take a moment to rest and allow his MP to replenish. Finding a secluded spot within the Frostwood Forest, Luke settled down and closed his eyes. He focused on his breathing, allowing the ambient energy of the forest to flow through him.
As time passed, he felt the gentle restoration of his magical energy, as if the very essence of nature was revitalizing his inner reserves and With his MP gradually replenished, Luke opened his eyes, a renewed determination shining within them. He understood the importance of managing his magical resources and making wise choices in battle.
Just as he prepared to leave the resting spot, his eyes caught sight of a cluster of frost-root flowers nearby. These flowers were the exact items required for the quests he had undertaken. Luke seized the opportunity and gathered the frost-root flowers, ensuring their safekeeping for later delivery.
Satisfied with his successful completion of the quest objectives, Luke made his way back to the city. His destination was the alchemist, Isabella Ashthorn, to whom he needed to deliver the quest items to.
Luke consulted the map he had acquired and navigated his way through the bustling streets of the city. It didn't take long for him to locate the alchemist's shop. The sign above the entrance read "Ashthorn Alchemy" in elegant, swirling letters. Luke took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The interior of the shop was filled with the aroma of various herbs and potions. Shelves lined the walls, displaying bottles, vials, and other alchemical tools. At the center of the shop stood a small counter, behind which stood a woman with a kind smile and a face that radiated wisdom—Isabella Ashthorn, the alchemist.
However, as Luke entered, he was greeted by an unexpected sight. A young girl, about his age, stood beside Isabella, her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face. Her condescending gaze met Luke's, and he could sense her judgmental attitude toward adventurers.
Isabella noticed the tension and quickly intervened. "Now, now, Delia, mind your manners. We must treat our guests with respect," she chided gently, her voice carrying the weight of authority and experience.
Delia huffed but obediently backed down, allowing Isabella to welcome Luke with a warm smile. "Ah, a new face! Welcome to Ashthorn Alchemy. How may I assist you today?"
Luke reached into his bag and carefully extracted the quest items—the precious frostroot flowers. Isabella's eyes sparkled with delight as she examined the rare blooms. "Oh, my dear boy, you have no idea how grateful I am for these. With these frostroot flowers, I can finally complete a potion I've been working on for months."
Isabella reached beneath the counter and retrieved a small, sealed envelope. She handed it to Luke, a sense of satisfaction evident in her eyes. "Here, take this letter. It confirms that you have successfully completed my quest. Present it to the receptionist at the Adventurer's Guild, and they will reward you accordingly."
Grateful for Isabella's guidance, Luke accepted the letter and expressed his appreciation. As he turned to leave, his gaze met Delia's smug stare once again. The apprentice girl couldn't resist a snide remark. "If you're not here to purchase potions or items, adventurers like you should just get out."
Luke couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at Delia's attitude, but he brushed it off, reminding himself of the satisfaction of completing his first quest. With a nod, he left the shop, the door closing behind him.
As he stood on the bustling street, Luke took a moment to reflect on his accomplishments. The weight of the completed quest and the letter in his hand filled him with a sense of achievement and purpose. He couldn't help but feel excited for what lay ahead, eager to face new challenges and grow stronger.
With a renewed determination, Luke made his way to the Adventurer's Guild, clutching the letter tightly. As he entered the guild's reception area, he approached the desk and handed the letter to the receptionist, stephanie.
Stephanie quickly read the letter and nodded approvingly. "Congratulations, Luke. You've done well. Allow me to reward you for your efforts." She reached beneath the desk and pulled out a small pouch filled with silver coins, which she handed to him.
Luke's eyes widened with delight as he felt the weight of the coins in his hand. It was the first tangible reward for his adventures—a symbol of his progress and the opportunities that lay before him.
With a grateful smile, Luke handed 10 silver coins to stephanie to repay her for the loan he gave him earlier and and tucked the pouch safely into his bag. As he stepped away from the desk, he took a moment to soak in the bustling atmosphere of the Adventurer's Guild. The sight of adventurers from various backgrounds, each with their own stories and goals, filled him with a sense of camaraderie and belonging.
As Luke made his way towards the exit of the Adventurer's Guild, a loud, boisterous voice echoed through the hall. A hulking figure, clearly intoxicated, stepped in front of Luke, blocking his path. The man's beady eyes glared down at him, his voice slurred with alcohol.
"What's a child like you doing in the Adventurer's Guild?" the man bellowed, his voice filled with disdain. "This place is for real adventurers, not kids playing dress-up!"
Luke straightened his back, refusing to be intimidated. He took a deep breath and met the man's gaze head-on. "I may be young, but I have proven myself. I completed a quest and received recognition from the guild. I have every right to be here."
The bulky man's face contorted with anger, his fists clenched tightly. "You think completing some simple quest makes you a real adventurer? You're nothing but a wannabe!"
Before the situation could escalate further, a group of experienced adventurers intervened, surrounding the drunken man and Luke. They had noticed the commotion and quickly moved to defuse the tension.
One of the adventurers, a seasoned warrior with a scarred face, stepped forward and addressed the drunken man. "Enough of this nonsense. It's clear that you've had too much to drink. Let's not cause any trouble here." Reluctantly, the bulky man backed down, grumbling under his breath.
Feeling a sense of relief, Luke thanked the fellow adventurers for their intervention. He understood that not everyone would accept him with open arms, but he was determined to prove himself through his actions.
Leaving the guild, Luke carried a mix of emotions—frustration at the encounter, but also a deepened resolve to prove his worth as an adventurer. He knew that he couldn't let one person's negativity discourage him from pursuing his dreams.
As he walked through the streets, he thought about his next quest. He felt an eagerness to prove himself further, to take on more challenges and grow as an adventurer. Tomorrow would be a new day, and he would embrace it with renewed determination.