[ Surprisingly Peaceful Blizzard ]

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Arthur stared at his father who brought different types of swords, ranging from simple ones to specific one's from different cultures.

"Am I... not Grounded?" Arthur asked and looked between his parents. His mom raised an eyebrow at what his father did as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"No. You already went through all basics... just next time do send us a message." He motioned towards the swords as Arthur slowly checked them. His mom released a cough as Garry raised his palm.

She released a sigh "You are still getting a punishment, just later." She lightly grumbled as Arthur gave her a small smile and then proceeded to make few swings with each sword, trying to find a comfortable grip in them....

After an hour, he stopped at medieval aged European sword.

Finally stopping at double-edged sword of around 70-80 centimeters. "An European sword. Good choice."

He made few more swings in the air. Changing his hold on it as a smirk invited itself at his face. "Floor 0 is Slimes. Floor 1 is Slimes plus an occasional Goblin, right?" Asking his father, he nodded.

"Floor 2 is said to be 50/50. Floor 3 has mostly Goblins with few Slimes... doesn't it kinda seem funny? How beginning floors seem like starter spot in games?" He talked to himself as he grabbed the sword in both of his hand. "Comfy..." Muttering to himself, he placed it down on the table.

Garry grabbed the exact sword and forced it into his son's hands. "Keep it, in case you find a boss slime." Arthur nodded lightly at his father. "And remember. Don't trust others."

Arthur only lightly smiled as his father reached and ruffled his son's hair. "See ya later then?"

"Just don't enter from my office. Or anywhere inside here." Garry said with a smirk as Arthur left in hurry to not pull anymore of his Mother's wrath.

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"So? Why did you let him go?" She asked while glaring at Garry. She crossed her arms and sat in front of him. "Trust us on this one. It's better for him to progress right now, and as fast as possible." He calmly explained to her as she clenched her fist. "Thank fuck that we only arrived at what? 12 floor?" She muttered to herself with her gaze tracing each weapon.

"13 floor. Chief cleared it yesterday. Just didn't make things into public as many would start flooding the association for information on where the boss is." He smiled and started packing the weapons into their respective sheats.

"Also, any ideas on what his skill is? I know what that crazy cougar can do when she sets on to something." She snarls towards her husband as he looks around. "I really can't."

She continues glaring at him as he sighs. He walks over and sits at his seat. "Unless you want both of us to go to prison? I can't bend rules honey, really." She looked away with a pout, as he just put his palm on his face and released a sigh.

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"I'm trying to say officer... I just got it as a gift!" Arthur could be spot explaining as an officer was writing him a ticket while his partner held out a stun gun ready in case Arthur tried something. "Really? Who's your father then?" His partner asked him as he pointed at the I.D the first policeman was holding. "Garry Argenti, one of Chief's regarding Legalities and Skill use in cities." Finishing his sentence, the two looked at him. "You mean... the chief in association?"

"Yeah... So, just write me that ticket. Since I did walk around without a sheated weapon, but... Can you not arrest me?" He scratched his cheek lightly while the two stared at him. "Wait here."

Nodding, the two quickly backed off.

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"What do we do? If he's that Argenti..." One muttered to the other. While the second police officer simply put his palm on his shoulder. "Run. I didn't see a young adult walking with a weapon, did you?" The two stared at each other.

Placing down his I.D. plate down. Both of them sprung in sprint, surprising Arthur who was about to chase them, but a glint of light stopped him.

"... Is that..." He muttered and reached down, picking his own I.D. 'Bruh...' He looked at the disappearing figures of two men and released a sigh.

"Next time, I'm not even leaving home for the tower entrance." Muttering to himself he continued walking into the direction of his house.

Calmly taking steps, he was observing the everyday life everyone was enjoying. Kids playing with their parents, teenagers simply hanging out... 'I hate being rich...' Thinking to himself, he looked at the street name of nearby building. 'Twenty minutes left...' Looking at it, he kept walking towards his house.

Left to his thoughts, he spotted the two officers from before who simply walked past him. No comments between the two. 'Skill tab' Thinking to himself, the tab appeared once more in front of his face. With absolutely no changes, shortly checking the status tab. No changes there either.

His grip on the sword which he held as if it was sheated, got tad stronger. But not overly stronger as he was holding it by the blade, to not cut himself.

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Some time later.

Finally arriving at home, he patted through his pockets... 'Where's my key?' Continuing search through the pockets. He found them to be not found. 

'... I guess entering the tower for now is the only answer... Maybe I'll hit a level or two?' Thinking to himself, he quickly took out his phone. Quickly tapping on it, he sent his mother a message.

*tap* "aaand... Sent. This should take care of it..." Muttering to himself, he could feel himself slowly getting hungrier. Summoning up the system screen, he pressed to enter the tower.

'I wonder if eating slimes is safe?' Thinking to himself, he disappeared from the spot.

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[ Floor 10 ]

A woman could be spotted resting. A fire was blazing next to her as she was hid in some form of closed ruins.

Her light skin was accented by the light from flames, showing multiple of scars she owned. "A class requirement..." She huffed out. And looked outside as a blizzard was running wild.

Her body was way, way above average. She was both muscular and voluptuous type, being as much as tall over a Meter and eighty-two.

She wore a pair of combat shoes, and black pants. Unzipped jacket and a white shirt under it. On her palms, a pair of black leather gloves had rested. While a gold cross had rested between pair of her breasts and a golden chain had held top of the cross as it went around her neck.

Taking a hold of bag she had on her side. She pulled out a small stone tablet.

[ Can't activate. Class is Required. ]

"No shit sherlock." She snarled and threw it in her bag again. Sitting and waiting... She slowly reached for the cross necklace at her chest.

She kept the fire on, as the blizzard outside continued to blow. Angrily. As if trying to throw out anyone who had dared to step into its environment. She stood up and walked to the only current entrance, as she grabbed a destroyed pillar. Her arm became white, hardening visibly. As she easily moved it to side, closing off the entrance so no more heat would leave.

Her arm slowly returned to normal as she returned to the fire. 'I am starting to hate this floor...' She clenched her cross once again. 'I shouldn't have fucked up that situation at Floor 5 with elves...' She laid on her back by the fire. Closing her lone eye.

She laid there, her chest lightly heaving up and down. As she slowly inhaled and exhaled the cold air... "Oi, Tower." She said looking into the roof of the ruin she was in. "At least tell me how long this fucking blizzard is going to blow for." She muttered into the air.

[ Insufficient Permission. ]

Suddenly grabbing a nearby stone. She clenched it and threw it at the red system screen.

Alas before hitting it, it quickly dispersed as she quickly covered her face with her forearms as not to get hit by her own stupidity. Multiple small stone pieces had fell on her, hitting her forearms. Legs and stomach, picking herself into a sitting position. She turned to the blaring fire, filled with boredom.

"Fucking Tower!" She shouted. Anger filled her as she punched the cold ground next to her, as a web-like crack quickly followed. "Why the fuck are the Elves on Fifth Floor the only way of getting a class? I'm literally locked here!" As her anger was flaring up. She kicked the fire, completely destroying it as it quickly had extinguished itself.

'I might as well try farming some skill cards... Slimes are easy to kill, and worthy. Especially Slime regen skills.' Summoning up a screen, she quickly choose the floor moving option.

[ Floor 0, Move? ]

[*Can't gain experience due to huge level difference!]

She looked at the lower part. "Heh... Of course, I hit the cap for this floor. It's not like tower would reward me." She smirked and tapped yes.

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