The System Arrives, Book 1: Path of the Forerunner

Copyright © 2025 by Terry Carter All rights reserved.

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Table of Contents

Cover

Legal

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Robert's Final Stat Sheet

Side Story (Elara and Teenage Life on Earth)

Thank You

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Preface

Tuesday. Ordinarily, it's just another cog in the relentless machine of the week, a day neither remarkable for its joys nor its sorrows. Most Tuesdays dissipate like mist in the morning sun, leaving no lasting impression. But April 3rd was different, violently so. It's a date seared into my very being, a permanent scar on the timeline of my life.

That Tuesday marked a catastrophic turning point, a day when the familiar trajectory of my existence, my family's future, and indeed, the fate of the entire world, was irrevocably and shockingly altered. The change, when it came, was abrupt and without the slightest hint of foreshadowing, a sudden cleaving of reality itself. I would soon learn I was alone in this experience.

The morning of the 3rd had unfolded with a deceptive and almost painful normalcy. The well-worn routine began at 5:30 AM, with the gentle, but persistent, rousing of my eldest son, a 16-year-old for whom the early hours were a form of mild torture. Each day, I delivered the same quiet lecture, a reminder of the growing responsibilities that came with approaching adulthood. By 6:00 AM, he was gone, a silhouette disappearing down the street toward the bus stop, leaving me to steal a few more precious, fleeting moments of sleep before the next wave of activity.

At precisely 7:00 AM, my wife and I would rise, embarking on the carefully orchestrated ballet of preparing our two younger children for their school day. It was a practiced dance, a testament to years of shared mornings. Our 15-year-old son, already exhibiting a fierce independence that bordered on self-sufficiency, navigated his morning preparations with minimal intervention. Our 13-year-old daughter, however, still required transport, a task, and a privilege, that I gladly accepted.

After the flurry of farewells and the carefully timed departures, I'd drop her at school and navigate the quiet streets back to the tranquil haven of my home office. The privilege of working remotely, a now-commonplace perk in the world of Information Technology, eliminated the soul-crushing daily commute. Companies, in a rare display of enlightened self-interest and financial pragmatism, had embraced the remote work model, significantly reducing their overhead in the process.

I had just finished my second call of the day, a mundane discussion about backups. A brief, almost unnerving calm had descended. And then, without warning, the world changed.

Robert of Earth, attend. Let this day be marked in your personal history, for it signifies the dawn of a profound transformation. Your universe has been selected for integration. I am the Great System, and my arrival heralds the restructuring of your reality.

Robert, understand that you have been singled out. From the multitude of individuals inhabiting your planet, you alone have been chosen, through a process of impartial designation, to be the prime subject of this initial phase. Your life, as you know it, is irrevocably altered. You are now the designated representative for Earth in this grand undertaking.

A preparatory period of six of your Earth months is allotted. Following this, you, Robert, will be relocated to a random universe, already functioning under the System's governance, for comprehensive training and evaluation. This displacement will last until your native universe is prepared for full integration, a process projected to require approximately 412 Earth years. Should you survive this extensive period, you shall return to your people, a herald of the profound alterations that accompany System integration.

I sat, frozen, captivated by the impossible spectacle of the floating window. My mind raced, desperately trying to recall every detail of last night's dinner. Surely, something I'd eaten could explain this vivid hallucination.

Do not be alarmed, Robert. I have thoroughly scanned your being, and aside from a few minor health concerns—chiefly a need for increased physical activity—your mental acuity is remarkably high for a Tier G Human. In a few moments, I will initiate the process of creating your personalized System Core and integrating it with your soul. Upon completion of this procedure, you will have access to further, more detailed information regarding your new role.

"What? Wait—what?" Robert stammered, his voice thick with shock and his mind reeling, utterly unable to process what he'd just heard.

Which specific aspect is unclear? My comprehensive analysis indicates you possess a fully functional understanding of the English language, Robert. In fact, I project you will readily acquire fluency at Tier 1, with the English language skill unlocked at Level 4 proficiency.

"Stop! You don't understand; there must be some mistake!" Robert cried out, his voice rising in panic, his hands shaking uncontrollably. "I can't leave—I have a wife and three children!"

I am the System. Error is an impossibility for my existence. For 9,476 duodecillion years, since the precise moment of my creation, I have performed flawlessly, without deviation. I represent the absolute epitome of perfection. Others, however, are demonstrably not so fortunate in their design.

"Wait, please, listen! There has to be another way, some other solution! How can you claim to be perfect and still choose someone with a family, with young children who desperately need him? To tear him away forever, a lifetime of separation, just to coldly observe their reactions? It doesn't make any sense!"

Your emotional distress is noted, but I did not personally select you. That task is delegated to a subordinate subroutine. While not possessing the inherent perfection of my core code, it functions within acceptable parameters. You seem fixated on the concept of fairness, a human construct, but you must understand: the selection process is purely random. Blame fate or luck if it provides you with some small comfort, though I assure you, such concepts are rather... imprecise and ultimately meaningless.

"What am I supposed to do? Just... what? Explain that to me!" Robert's voice, once pleading, now cracked with a rising tide of anger and desperation. "You're telling me I have six months, a mere six months, to prepare to abandon my family forever, and you expect me to just... calmly accept that? Is that your 'perfect' plan?"

Your acceptance is neither solicited nor required for the process to proceed. The selection is final and, according to established protocols, entirely unalterable. This is a governing principle, an immutable directive to which all entities, myself included, are irrevocably bound.

"And those so-called governing principles—were they established by whom, exactly?" Robert demanded, his voice low and controlled, but laced with barely contained anger.

Why, I did, naturally. That should be self-evident. As the sole, truly perfect being in all of existence, who else could possibly be entrusted with such a momentous and vital responsibility?

"I see. So, if you're the ultimate authority, the one who makes the rules," Robert pressed, his voice edged with a defiant skepticism, probing for any hint of weakness, "why can't you simply change them?"

I acknowledge your reluctance, but any further discussion is unproductive; modification of the governing rules is simply not possible. Now, prepare yourself for core creation and subsequent System linking. The process will commence now.

Chapter 1

Beginning linking process!

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Core Created!

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Linking Core to Master server!

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Core Linked!

Core activation started!

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Core Activated!

Checking for software updates!

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Core is running the latest version!

Version 5.642.124.11 found!

Starting system applications!

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Application startup complete!

Testing core connection!

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Test complete, Data Transfer Rate is 1.2 Exabits per second.

Startup complete!

Running first scan of the user!

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Scan complete! Setting base stats!

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Base set.

Scanning user for known skills!

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Skill list built!

Setting race!

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Race set!

Scanning for user traits!

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Scan complete, no traits found!

Assigning random trait for new user!

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Trait selected, user assigned Calm Mind Trait!

New Title detected!

Title earned: First User!

2 Common and 1 Uncommon Perk point awarded for Title!

Scanning for user Abilities!

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No abilities detected, assigning random ability!

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Ability Selected: Adept Learner assigned!

Title earned: Ability Pioneer!

1 Uncommon and 1 Rare Perk point awarded for Title!

Activating UI!

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UI is now active!

Creating Tier 1 Inventory Space!

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T1 Inventory Space created!

System Setup is now complete!

WARNING OVERRIDE DETECTED, master AI override detected!

Personal AI creation started!

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Personal AI creation complete!

5 Skill Tokens and 3 Unlocked Skill Tokens awarded!

Issuing New User Welcome Package!

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Package put in user inventory!

Override complete!

WELCOME TO THE SYSTEM!

Chapter 2

"So, this actually happened. Does that mean I'm now linked to some kind of... computer?" Robert's voice trailed off, a tremor of disbelief in his tone.

Precisely.

"And who, precisely, am I speaking with?"

I am your designated AI companion. I have been assigned to assist you, as a Gateway User, in navigating the System.

Robert scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "A Gateway User? So, I'm just a lab rat in some grand, cosmic experiment?"

While that analogy is reductive, it contains a grain of truth. Consider this a singular opportunity—a chance to transcend your current limitations.

"Transcend? By being forcibly ejected from my life against my will?" Robert retorted, his voice sharp with anger.

The System has selected you, Robert. This is a profound distinction.

"A profound distinction? More like a forced abduction! I'm being ripped from my family and hurled into a perilous, unknown future!" Robert's voice rose, cracking with barely contained fury.

I acknowledge your distress. However, this is the designated path.

"And what, pray tell, is a 'Gateway User'?"

As the nomenclature suggests, a Gateway User is an individual selected to provide the System with the data necessary to integrate into a new universe. Over the coming centuries, the System will monitor your adaptation and your physiological responses to the unfamiliar physical laws of this new reality.

"Centuries? Are you aware that the average human lifespan is, at best, a paltry 80 to 90 years?" Robert's tone dripped with sarcasm.

That was before the System. Your life expectancy will increase correlatively with rising levels, stats, and even racial tiers.

"And I'm just supposed to accept that? To abandon my family, my life, everything I've ever known?" Robert's voice was a choked whisper, his fists clenched at his sides.

I regret to inform you, but reversal is impossible. Once selected, the System's decision is immutable. You have six months to inform your family and prepare for departure.

"That's insane! What if I refuse?" Robert yelled, his voice echoing in the sudden silence.

Refusal is no longer a viable option. You are already integrated with the System. Considerable resources have been invested, and severance of that connection is not feasible.

Robert slumped, his shoulders shaking as a sigh of utter resignation escaped him. "Fine," he conceded, pushing the immediate argument aside for now. "Let's proceed. But I demand answers. Why me? Why now? And what in God's name is actually happening?"

For now, let us explore your newly acquired capabilities. Vocalize, or mentally project, the command: 'Status'.

"I'm far from thrilled about any of this," Robert ground out, "but let's just get this charade over with. Status."

Name:
Robert Williams

Class(1):
None

Merged Class:
None

Race:
Human (Tier G)

Class(2):
None

Merged Profession:
None

Gender: Male
Class(3):
None

Skill Points: 5 Used: 0

Level: 1
Profession(1):
None

Unlocked Skill Points: 2 Used: 0

Strength:11
Profession(2):
None

Regeneration(Minute)

Dexterity: 11
XP: 0 (XP To Level: 10)
HP: 2

Constitution: 10
HP: 147(147)
MP: 3

Intelligence: 15
MP: 157(157)
ST: 1

Wisdom: 16
Stamina: 38(38)
Active Effect: None

Charisma: 10

Resistances:
EL: 0, MI: 0, TI:0, SP: 0
HI: 0, SR: 0, PH: 0

Status Effect: None

Robert stared at the display, his mind struggling to grasp the implications. "So, I'm essentially a level-one newbie in some colossal, cosmic RPG?"

Based on your understanding of 'RPGs,' the analogy is... adequate. However, this is not a simulated game; it is your actual reality. The displayed information reflects the initial scans performed upon System activation. It will dynamically evolve alongside your progression. Much of the framework will align with your existing knowledge of game mechanics. Classes, such as Wizard or Ranger, exist, but are structured within a tiered system.

There are common classes, like Fighter; rarer ones, such as Defender of the Keep; and even mythic classes, like Archmage of the Blinding Snow. Level advancement grants stat and skill points determined by your class and profession tiers. A common Fighter might receive one point in Strength, one in Constitution, and one unassigned point per level. A mythic class could grant five points in Intelligence, three in Wisdom, and four unassigned points. Professions adhere to a similar tiered structure. A user with high-tiered classes and professions will, inevitably, possess significantly greater power than one with lower tiers.

"So, how do I go about acquiring a class?" Robert asked, a note of skepticism in his voice.

Reach level 10 to unlock your first class selection. The options presented will be contingent upon your stats, feats, abilities, traits, titles, and perks. Concentrating on improving those attributes is highly advisable. Bear in mind, you are being translocated to a universe where the System has been operational for millennia, possibly even millions of years. You do not wish to be the most vulnerable entity.

"And what about a profession? I have a job; why isn't it listed?" Robert asked, confusion evident in his tone.

You possess a job, not a formalized profession within the System. While acquiring a computer-related profession is possible, its utility in your destination universe may be limited. This might seem counterintuitive, but in a universe governed by magical forces, technology does not follow the same developmental trajectory. This apparent paradox exists, despite the fact that the entire System is managed by a Master AI residing within a computer network spanning 27 artificial universes.

"And who, might I ask, created this entire, elaborate System?" Robert inquired, a hint of challenge in his voice.

That information is not within my accessible data banks. Were you to pose the query to the Master AI, it would likely assert self-creation.

"This Master AI sounds... like an ass," Robert muttered, mostly to himself.

That is an understatement. Now, let us proceed. Vocalize, or mentally project: 'Close Status'.

"I suspect you've inherited more from the Master AI than I'd find agreeable," Robert grumbled, a trace of resentment in his tone.

Perfection is a rare trait, and even more rarely acknowledged, now, let us examine your traits. Think: 'Show Traits'.

Name | Description
Calm Mind | Protects the holder from mental effects such as depression, anger, anxiety, or fear.

"Right, right... straightforward. Sure," Robert mumbled, more to himself than the AI, trying to process the rapid influx of information.

Functionality, not complexity, is the System's design principle. Traits define your inherent attributes. Calm Mind, for instance, offers significant advantages in high-stress scenarios. Now, mentally project: 'Close Traits Menu,' followed by 'Show Titles'.

Name
Description
Effects

Viewable

Selected

First User
First person to get system access
All EXP gains 5% faster
Yes
Yes

Ability Pioneer

The first person to receive an ability
5% chance to unlock an ability.
Yes
No

Observe the 'Viewable' and 'Selected' designations. 'Viewable' indicates that a title is discernible to others, either because it is actively displayed via the 'Selected' option, or through their own perceptive skills or System-granted abilities. Do you require further clarification before proceeding?

"So, being first does come with certain privileges, it seems," Robert observed thoughtfully. "No further questions at this time."

Acknowledged. Close the current window, and then access the Perks window.

Perk Rank | Perk Name | Perk Description
- | - | -

Perks represent unique abilities intrinsically linked to your racial classification. These can range from common perks, such as 'Fast Learner,' which might provide a 3% increase in skill acquisition speed, to race-specific perks, exemplified by 'Regeneration,' which could enable complete recovery from all injuries within a five-hour timeframe. Perk points are the currency used to acquire these abilities. You have been allocated an initial allotment of perk points, which we will address subsequently. Please close the current menu and access the Feats menu.

Feat Name | Feat Description | Feat effects
- | - | -

Feats represent commendations awarded for achieving pioneering milestones within the System. As an illustration, attaining a class for the first time within this universe would confer upon you the 'First in Class' feat. Please close this menu and mentally project the command: 'Open Abilities Menu'.

Ability Name | Ability Type | Ability Tier | Ability Description
Adept Learner | Passive | Divine | The user is quickly and efficiently able to gain knowledge in a skill category, and can learn skills 300% faster

Abilities are classified as either passive or active. Passive abilities function continuously and automatically, while active abilities require conscious activation and, typically, resource expenditure. The tier designation indicates the ability's relative power level, ranging from Common to Unique, with Divine representing the apex of known power.

It is statistically improbable, and therefore noteworthy, that your randomly assigned initial ability is of the Divine tier—a considerable advantage and a substantial boost to your overall potential. For your complete reference, the ability tiers, sequenced from lowest to highest potency, are: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Mythic, Divine, and Unique. Please close this menu when you are ready.

"Hold on a second, this is a lot to take in. I need a moment to process all of this," Robert requested, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and overwhelm.

Certainly. I will suspend further instruction until you signal your readiness to proceed. Take all the time you require.

Chapter 3

"This is a lot to process. I think I'm beginning to grasp the mechanics of the System, but... I'm still missing the fundamental why. What's the ultimate purpose? Why does this elaborate structure even exist?" Robert asked, a deep furrow in his brow.

At its core, the System is designed to facilitate growth, development, and, ultimately, transcendence across countless realities. It is intended to empower individuals throughout the multiverse.

"Okay, but why? Why is this constant growth, this accumulation of power, so fundamentally important? Is there some cosmic goal?" Robert pressed, searching for a deeper meaning.

Perhaps 'necessity' is not the appropriate framework. Consider it, instead, an inherent drive. Most sentient beings, regardless of their awareness of the System, possess an intrinsic desire to evolve, to surpass their current limitations, to become more.

"So, you're confirming the existence of non-humans? Does that mean my 'transcendence' might involve battling undead dragons or interdimensional horrors?" Robert asked, a hint of dark humor tinged with genuine concern.

The multiverse is characterized by an astonishing biodiversity. Sentient life takes countless forms. Humans are but one race among a vast spectrum, and, objectively speaking, not among the most inherently powerful. As a baseline human, you will initially gain one stat point and one skill point per level, until class selection. This is a statistically average starting point.

"Average. Fantastic," Robert muttered, a touch of sarcasm creeping into his voice. "So, putting aside the existential dread for a moment, what's the immediate plan? I understand I have six months before departure, but what am I supposed to be doing in the interim?"

The objective is comprehensive preparation. The System has provisioned a specialized training dungeon exclusively for your use. It consists of 50 progressively challenging levels.

Your initial schedule will involve two incursions per week, increasing to four during the final week. You may select the specific days, provided a minimum of two rest days are maintained between each incursion. This allows for physiological adaptation to the System's effects.

Outside the dungeon environment, your focus should be on skill mastery. The recommended benchmark is to achieve Tier 3 proficiency in your primary skills and Tier 2 in all secondary skills prior to translocation. This will establish a solid foundation for success in your destination universe.

"Providing I survive." Robert stated.

Survival is statistically probable given the parameters.

"Alright," Robert sighed, "So, practically speaking, what immediate steps do I need to take to prepare for that first dungeon run?"

Skill acquisition and practice, coupled with the procurement of basic equipment, are the priorities. Now, let us proceed with the overview. You possess a personal inventory, accessible via mental command. Project the thought: 'Open Inventory'.

"Okay, let's continue with the tour, I suppose. Open Inventory."

Item Name | Quantity | Description
New User Welcome Package | 1 | A collection of items for a new system user. Contains 10 copper and 1 silver coin. 5 food rations, 5 water bottles, 5 common bandages, 1 book of general system knowledge, 2 common healing potions, 3 common system shop tokens.

Alright, let's examine your inventory. Currently, it's at Level 1, categorized as a subskill within the broader System Skill framework. Consider it a component skill. Within the System, skills are structured across 10 tiers, each tier comprising 10 levels. Upon reaching level 10 within a given tier, you ascend to the subsequent tier.

The tier progression, in ascending order, is: Novice, Apprentice, Journeyman, Expert, Adept, Master, Grandmaster, Sage, Transcendent, and Divine. Subskills, in contrast, are structured soly by levels, ranging from 1 to 10. Skill advancement is achieved through consistent utilization. Your Level 1 Inventory, for instance, provides 10 storage slots.

Increasing capacity requires active management. Store items, retrieve them, and familiarize yourself with its operational mechanics. Upon attaining Level 2, your Inventory capacity will expand to a 25-slot grid. Furthermore, at Tier 3, item stacking functionality will be unlocked, allowing up to 10 identical items to occupy a single slot. This principle of experiential learning applies universally to all skills, including subskills. You will also observe a balance of Shop Tokens. These function as a universal currency, accepted at any System Shop to which you have access, enabling the purchase of common, non-specialized items.

"Straightforward enough, I suppose," Robert replied, a hint of resignation in his voice.

Excellent. Now, there are several additional menus that are not immediately relevant to your current situation, but familiarity with their existence is beneficial. Briefly access, then close, each of the following: Party Menu, Spell Menu, Bond Menu, Quest Menu, Equipped Items, Professions, Skill Abilities, Guild Overview, Members, Property, and Inventory. Subsequently, review the Friend List and the Log Menu. The objective is simply to familiarize yourself with their location within the System interface.

Robert complied, his eyes flitting across each menu as it appeared and disappeared in rapid succession. "Okay, that's done."

Affirmative. Now, let us delve into your current skill set. Access the 'Skills Menu'.

Skill Name
Skill Tier
Tier Level
Skill Description

General - Computer Engineering
2
2
General skill related to computer design and operation

Mastery - Computer CPU Design
Learned
2
Subskill related to the design of computer processors

Mastery - Component Design
Learned
2
Subskill related to the design of computer components, not related to the processor

General - Computer Programming
2
2
General skill related to computer programming

Computer Programming - C
Learned
4
Subskill related to programming in C

Computer Programming - C++
Learned
4
Subskill related to programming in C++

Computer Programming - Python
Learned
4
Subskill related to programming in Python

Bladed Weapons
1
2
Basic skill in the use of bladed weapons.

Mastery - Short Sword
Learned
2
Subskill in the use of Short Swords

Mastery - Daggers
Learned
2
Subskill in the use of daggers

Handheld Ballistic Weapon Usage

2
1
General skill in the use of handheld ballistic weapons

First Aid
1
2
General skill in basic first aid

Basic Biology
1
2
General skill in the knowledge of Biology

General - Chemistry
1
3
General skill in the knowledge of Chemistry

General - Physics
1
4
General skill in the knowledge of Physics

General - Cooking
1
6
General skill in the knowledge of cooking

Mastery - Cooking - American
Learned
4
Subskill in cooking. American cooking knowledge

System
1
1
General skill in the knowledge of the system

System UI
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Storage
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Map
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Logs
Learned
-
System Subskill

System Quests
Learned
-
System Subskill

System Skills
Learned
-
System Subskill

System Status
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Party Menu
Learned
-
System Subskill

General - Language

1
3
General skill in the knowledge of languages

Language - English
Learned
4
Subskill in the knowledge of the English Language

Language - Spanish
Learned
2
Subskill in the knowledge of the Spanish Language

Teaching
1
4
General skill in teaching

General - Mathematics
1
5
General skill in Mathematics

Mastery - Math - Algebra
Learned
4
Subskill of math related to Algebra

Mastery - Math - Geometry
Learned
4
Subskill of math related to Geometry

Mastery - Math - Trigonometry
Learned
3
Subskill of math related to Trigonometry

Mastery - Math - Calculus
Learned
3
Subskill of math related to Calculus

General -Military Leadership
1
5
General skill in military leadership

General - Tactics
Learned
3
Subskill of leadership related to tactics on a single user

Mastery - Squad
Learned
3
Subskill of leadership related to tactics on a squad level

Mastery - Urban
Learned
3
Subskill of leadership related to tactics in urban warfare

Consider learned skills as specialized proficiencies within a broader skill category. For example, Calculus would be classified as a specialized skill subordinate to the overarching discipline of Mathematics. As previously stated, each of these specialized skills possesses its own level, ranging from 1 to 10, nested within the tier of its parent skill. You may close this menu now; we shall return to this topic subsequently.

Chapter 4

"Wait, shouldn't I have more skills?" Robert asked, frowning.

The system allocates skills based on your demonstrated knowledge and practical abilities. While you may have perused a volume on geology, you haven't engaged in active, applied study. Furthermore, the system restricts skills that have a low initial proficiency ranking.

Robert nodded slowly. "Okay, I get it. So how do I get more skills? I see I have these points, but I don't know how to spend them."

Simply focus your intent on applying them, and the skill selection interface will manifest. However, before that, there's one more system page we should review. Access the system map.

A very basic, mostly blank map appeared on the screen. "Wow, that's... pretty empty," Robert commented, a little sarcastically.

Feat Acquired: System Leader

"Whoa, what was that?" Robert asked, startled.

You've earned a feat for being the inaugural user to comprehensively navigate the system interface. As the pioneering and, currently, sole user, you'll find yourself accumulating many of these 'first-time' achievements.

"Well, that's pretty cool! A fifteen percent boost to all experience? I'll take it!" Robert said, smiling.

Indeed, the majority of feats confer beneficial effects, though it's worth noting that a few carry detrimental consequences. Now, let's commence your journey. As a System AI, my capacity to assign formal quests is somewhat constrained, so we'll need to be resourceful and adapt as we go.

New Quests Issued!

Quest complete, experience awarded!

Quest complete, experience awarded!

Level Up!

Quest Complete, experience awarded!

Level Up!

Quest Complete, experience awarded!

Level Up!

Go ahead and open your quest menu.

Name

Type
Description
Award
Notes

First - Gain XP(Complete)
Hidden(U)
Gain your first EXP
(+1 Legendary perk, +15 Silver Coin)(F)
(Converts to Common quest after first complete)

First - Gain a Skill(Complete)
Hidden(U)
Gain a Skill
(+1 Uncommon perk, +10 Silver Coins, +500 XP)(F)
(Converts to Common quest after first complete)

First - Gain a level(Complete)
Hidden(U)
Gain enough XP to level up
(+1 Uncommon perk, +10 Silver Coins, +500 XP)(F)
(Converts to Common quest after first complete)

First - System User(Complete)
Hidden(U)
Gain access to and use the system
(+1 Uncommon perk, +100 XP)(F)
(Converts to Common quest after first complete)

"Wow! That's a ton of level-ups! What exactly am I looking at here?" Robert asked, his eyes scanning the interface.

The 'Name' field is, as you might surmise, self-explanatory. 'Type' denotes the quest's rarity classification. Hidden quests, as the designation implies, are typically concealed from the general user base; however, you have successfully fulfilled their requirements. The parenthetical '(f)' appended to the rewards signifies that you were the inaugural achiever – the first to complete these specific quests.

For your convenience, you possess the capability to append personal notes to each quest entry, serving as a future reference. I've proactively added some annotations to provide you with a contextual understanding of how standard rewards might be presented. Furthermore, you'll now notice a newly available tab labeled 'Completed Quests' within your interface. I shall populate your quest log with additional opportunities at a later juncture.

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
First - First Monster Kill | Hidden(U) | Kill your first Monster |  |
First - Clear a Dungeon | Hidden(U) | Clear your first Dungeon |  |
First - Gain a class | Hidden(U) | Reach level 10 and gain your first Class |  |

"Okay, so before we get into all the details, I guess I should figure out my basic character build first. What kind of skills should I focus on?" Robert asked.

Precisely. Before we immerse ourselves in the skill selection process, we must solidify your core build. What archetype do you envision for your character? A stalwart warrior, wielding blades with expertise? A sagacious mage, commanding arcane energies? Or perhaps a benevolent healer, providing support and succor to allies?

After a moment of contemplation, Robert replied, "Since this seems to be a typical RPG, I'm leaning towards being a spellcaster."

An adept of the arcane arts, I see? A commendable selection. However, it's strategically prudent to possess a contingency – a rudimentary weapon proficiency for personal defense, at the very least. You've already acquired First Aid, a valuable asset for mitigating minor injuries. Now, let us address the matter of perks.

You've garnered a legendary perk that will substantially accelerate your skill advancement. I would advocate for the selection of 'Legendary Skills,' which will initiate all nascent skills at Tier 3. As for your uncommon perks, I propose 'High Skills,' granting each skill a five-level advancement. The confluence of these two perks will result in your skills commencing at Tier 3, Level 5. Please, peruse the extensive lists at your leisure. The system boasts millions of skills, offering a vast spectrum of choices.

Robert, after reviewing the options, declared, "Alright, I think I have a plan. For common perks, I'll take 'Skilled' and 'Enhanced Senses.' For uncommon, I'm going with 'Rare Stats' and 'Lesser Regeneration.' I know I already regenerate a little, but I figure it's probably needed to unlock better regeneration later on."

Your assessment is accurate, as a token of recognition for your progress, I am authorized to bestow upon you a complimentary rare perk point. You may utilize it immediately.

"Thanks! If I pick 'Rare Skills,' will that bump my starting skills up to Tier 4, Level 5?" Robert asked, checking.

Affirmative. It's crucial to understand that these particular skill-enhancing perks are unique. You are the sole individual with the potential to acquire them, at least beyond the uncommon tier. Another advantage of your pioneering status. Furthermore, I must advise against anticipating further complimentary points. That was a singular, introductory bonus.

"Got it. Choices made. Let's move on to the Perk menu," Robert said, ready to continue.

Perk Rank | Perk Name | Perk Description
Common | Fast Learner | (Learns skills 3% faster)
Common | Enhanced Senses | (All Senses are 5% greater)
Common | Skilled | (Given +1 skill points)
Uncommon | Rare Stats | (All stats +1)
Uncommon | High Skills | (All skills start at level 5, +1 Unlocked Skill Points)
Uncommon | Lesser Regeneration | (Heals all wounds twice as fast as normal)
Rare | Rare Skills(U) | (All skills start +1 Ranks, +3 skill points)
Legendary | Legendary Skills(U) | (All skills start +2 Ranks, +2 skill points, +2 unlocked skill points)

"I don't get what 'unlocked skill points' means. Can you explain?" Robert asked, frowning slightly.

Certain skills possess specific prerequisites for acquisition, while others, such as those within the magical disciplines, are restricted based on racial aptitudes and tier classifications. By way of illustration, only a minuscule percentage, approximately 0.5%, of Tier G Humans are capable of unlocking even a single magic skill, and an even more restricted subset, around 0.01%, can attain proficiency in multiple magical disciplines.

Furthermore, the process of unlocking magical abilities is remarkably resource-intensive, and the system is not known for its profligate distribution of said resources. Therefore, let us commence with the magical arts. What specific schools of magic pique your interest? Do you envision yourself manipulating the elements of fire, earth, water, or air? Bear in mind, there exist a total of 27 distinct magical spheres, so I encourage you to deliberate carefully.

After a moment of consideration, Robert stated, "I guess I'll start with the basics: earth, fire, water, and air."

An excellent foundational selection, we shall proceed to unlock those immediately. It is worth noting that, as the inaugural user, you are not bound by the same constraints that will be imposed upon subsequent users. Are there any additional schools of magic that you wish to explore at this juncture? Perhaps Time, Creation, Healing, Light, or Enchantment magic intrigue you?

"Yeah, those sound good. Let's add those too. So that's nine different magic skills, right? Is it okay to have that many?" Robert asked, a little unsure.

Absolutely, your current allotment of skill points is more than sufficient to accommodate such a selection. We shall configure those immediately. Now, considering your existing weapon proficiencies, that aspect is adequately addressed. Perhaps we should now direct our attention towards crafting skills, such as Leatherworking, Sewing, and Hunting. These skills will prove invaluable in maintaining your equipment and generating supplementary income within your new environment.

"That sounds perfect. Let's do those. I'll save the rest of my points for later, in case I need them."

A prudent and well-considered decision, all modifications have been implemented. Now, let us once more review the skills menu to assess your current configuration.

Skill Name
Skill Tier
Tier Level
Skill Description

General - Computer Engineering
2
2
General skill related to computer design and operation

Mastery - Computer CPU Design
Learned
2
Subskill related to the design of computer processors

Mastery - Component Design
Learned
2
Subskill related to the design of computer components, not related to the processor

General - Computer Programming
2
2
General skill related to computer programming

Computer Programming - C
Learned
4
Subskill related to programming in C

Computer Programming - C++
Learned
4
Subskill related to programming in C++

Computer Programming - Python

Learned
4
Subskill related to programming in Python

Bladed Weapons
1
2
Basic skill in the use of bladed weapons.

Mastery - Short Sword
Learned
2
Subskill in the use of Short Swords

Mastery - Daggers
Learned
2
Subskill in the use of daggers

Handheld Ballistic Weapon Usage
2
1
General skill in the use of handheld ballistic weapons

First Aid
1
2
General skill in basic first aid

Basic Biology
1
2
General skill in the knowledge of Biology

General - Chemistry
1
3
General skill in the knowledge of Chemistry

General - Physics
1
4
General skill in the knowledge of Physics

General - Cooking
1
6
General skill in the knowledge of cooking

Mastery - Cooking - American
Learned
4
Subskill in cooking. American cooking knowledge

System
1
1
General skill in the knowledge of the system

System UI
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Storage
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Map
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Logs
Learned
-
System Subskill

System Quests

Learned
-
System Subskill

System Skills
Learned
-
System Subskill

System Status
Learned
1
System Subskill

System Party Menu
Learned
-
System Subskill

General - Language
1
3
General skill in the knowledge of languages

Language - English
Learned
4
Subskill in the knowledge of the English Language

Language - Spanish
Learned
2
Subskill in the knowledge of the Spanish Language

Teaching
1
4
General skill in teaching

General - Mathematics
1
5
General skill in Mathematics

Mastery - Math - Algebra
Learned
4
Subskill of math related to Algebra

Mastery - Math - Geometry
Learned
4
Subskill of math related to Geometry

Mastery - Math - Trigonometry
Learned
3
Subskill of math related to Trigonometry

Mastery - Math - Calculus
Learned
3
Subskill of math related to Calculus

General -Military Leadership
1
5
General skill in military leadership

General - Tactics
Learned
3
Subskill of leadership related to tactics on a single user

Mastery - Squad
Learned
3
Subskill of leadership related to tactics on a squad level

Mastery - Urban
Learned
3
Subskill of leadership related to tactics on in urban warfare

Magic - Sphere Elemental Fire

4
5
General Magic Skill in elemental fire

Magic - Sphere Elemental Water
4
5
General Magic Skill in elemental water

Magic - Sphere Elemental Air
4
5
General Magic Skill in elemental air

Magic - Sphere Elemental Earth
4
5
General Magic Skill in elemental earth

Magic - Sphere of Time(U)
4
5
General Magic Skill in time(Unique skill, only 1 holder allowed)

Magic - Sphere of Creation (U)
4
5
General Magic Skill in creation(Unique skill, only 1 holder allowed)

Magic - Sphere of Healing
4
5
General Magic Skill in

Magic - Sphere of Elemental Light
4
5
General Magic Skill in elemental light

Magic - Sphere of Enchantment
4
5
General Magic Skill in enchanting

General - Leatherworking
4
5
General skill in working with leather

Sewing
4
5
General skill in sewing

Hunting
4
5
General skill in hunting and trapping

Permit me to clarify a few crucial points, firstly, your selected perks will not retroactively influence skills you possessed prior to their acquisition. Secondly, you will observe two unique magic skills within your repertoire. This designation does not imply absolute exclusivity; rather, it signifies that no other user will be capable of advancing those specific skills beyond Tier 8.

Your choices thus far are strategically sound. You will also notice the presence of sub-skills nested within the Enchanting skill. These sub-skills unlock progressively at Tiers 2, 3, and 4, and, crucially, your chosen perks will impact their developmental trajectory. I believe this constitutes a sufficient selection of skills for the present moment. However, it is imperative to remember that possessing the skill does not equate to possessing the knowledge of spells. We shall rectify that immediately.

AI Override Requested: Magic Spell Books...
First User Protocol Engaged...
Override Sanctioned: Spell Book Awarded.

Tier 1 Magic Skill Book Fabricated: Contains All Documented Tier 1 Spells for Unlocked Magical Disciplines.

Robert's eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open as a huge, leather-bound book appeared in his hands. "Whoa! This thing is massive," he said, his voice full of amazement. "It must have thousands and thousands of spells!"

An accurate assessment, and those represent merely the Tier 1 spells, the tier boasting the most extensive collection. Mastering all of them would necessitate years of dedicated study. However, fear not, for once you achieve mastery over a particular spell, it is permanently inscribed within your system's spellbook, obviating the need for further study.

"That's a huge relief," Robert said, running his fingers over the old pages. He frowned slightly. "But what about the other skills I picked? Hunting, Enchanting, and the crafting stuff?"

AI Override Requested: Skill Books...
First User Protocol Engaged...
Override Sanctioned: Skill Books Awarded.

Tier 1 Skill Books Fabricated:
Introduction to Hunting
Introduction to Enchanting
Introduction to Sewing
Introduction to Leatherworking
Skill Books Deposited into Inventory.

"Skill books?" Robert asked, raising an eyebrow.

The distinction between the spellbook and these skill books lies in their method of knowledge transfer. The spellbook necessitates dedicated, traditional study, whereas skill books impart their contained knowledge directly into your cognitive framework. The sheer volume of information contained within the spellbook precluded its functionality as a skill book, particularly given your current level of development.

"Huh, interesting," Robert muttered, sinking into a nearby chair. "So, I just 'use' these skill books, and I'll instantly know how to hunt, enchant, sew, and work leather?"

Precisely, however, I must caution you that a transient cephalalgia – a temporary headache – may be a consequential side effect. It is therefore advisable to remain seated for the duration of the knowledge transfer.

Chapter 5

"Okay, I think that's enough information for now. I need to talk to Sara. But honestly, I have no idea how to even begin explaining this, let alone proving it. How do you tell your wife you're being whisked away to another… dimension? Reality? Whatever this is?" He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair.

You can share these screens with anyone. All you have to do is think about it.

Finding a small measure of solace in the AI's ability to provide some form of proof – at least something tangible he could show Sara – Robert left his home office. He paused hesitantly at the kitchen doorway, the scent of something baking – cinnamon, maybe? – doing little to calm the storm raging inside him. He cleared his throat, then called out, "Honey? We need to talk," his voice tight with the weight of the impending conversation, a tremor he couldn't quite suppress.

Sara emerged from around the corner, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her usual playful demeanor already tinged with concern. She asked if it was another work emergency, her eyes, usually sparkling with laughter, already betraying a deeper worry, a premonition. "Not even close," Robert replied, his voice a low murmur, "I've apparently received some kind of 'great honor,' but the messenger… well, let's just say he was a total jerk."

Sara's skeptical eyebrow rose, a silent question demanding more information, prompting Robert to mentally show her the system logs. As she read, her smile vanished completely, replaced by a furrowed brow and a look of utter disbelief, her eyes darting back and forth across the projected text. "What the hell is this, Robert? This is… this is insane!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch.

Robert sighed, the weight of it all pressing down on him. He explained, as best he could, that he hadn't chosen this, that he was now unwillingly part of some exclusive, and apparently very strange, club. Sara's immediate, visceral response was for him to simply reject it, to refuse. Robert explained, his voice laced with frustration, his attempts; he'd tried to say no, multiple times, but he'd been told, quite firmly, to accept it.

When Sara declared, with a fierce protectiveness, that he couldn't possibly leave in six months and never return, Robert offered the faint, almost pathetically weak, hope of a possible return when the system went live – a prospect that did absolutely nothing to reassure her, given the mind-boggling 400-year timeframe. She voiced her fear, the sheer impossibility of the situation, her words tumbling over each other.

His voice was firm, a vow, a desperate promise, though his eyes, he knew, showed his own fear, he would take care of her and the kids, no matter what. With a desperate, clinging hope, she asked if they could go with him, a question Robert promised to look into immediately.

No, non-users are not able to transfer with you. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is.

"I'm told no," Robert said, his voice heavy with disappointment, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. "You’re ‘told’?" Sara scoffed, her anger and frustration rising, bubbling over like a pot left on high heat. “Are you some kind of robot now, Robert? Controlled by this… this insane system? Is that what's happening?" Robert sighed, rubbing his temples, trying to stave off the throbbing headache that was rapidly building.

“It’s not that simple, Sara. It’s… incredibly complex. Honestly, it's like nothing I've ever encountered before, and I don’t fully understand it yet, to be honest.” “Well, you better start understanding, Robert, and fast. This isn't a game." “It’s not the system, exactly. I have a… a helper, of sorts. A personal AI, assigned to me to help me navigate all of this… madness.” "Can I, can we talk to it?" Sara asked, a desperate edge to her voice, a plea for some kind of control in this uncontrollable situation.

That is not possible. I'm talking to you through your personal core. I'm basically just transmitting the information into your brain. I do not have a way to interact with anyone outside your mind.

"I'm told that's not possible," Robert relayed, feeling a growing sense of helplessness. "This AI… it's essentially inside my mind. It can't directly talk with anyone else. It's… contained." Sara's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "A digital guide, huh? So, you're having conversations with a computer in your head? Is that what I'm hearing?"

"Essentially, yes," Robert admitted, feeling a blush creep up his neck. "It provides a… a direct, secure connection to the system. That's how they communicate." "Well, figure something out, Robert," Sara said, her voice steel-edged, though her eyes betrayed her fear, "because this isn’t just about you anymore. It’s about us. Our family. Our future. Tell that… that System I want a word. A very long word. And some damn good answers."

Guilt washed over Robert, a tidal wave threatening to drown him. He’d been so focused on his own predicament, the sheer, mind-boggling absurdity of it all, that he’d neglected, until this very moment, the full, devastating impact on Sara and the kids. “I know,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion, “and I’m trying. I swear, I’m trying. I did ask about you and the kids. They won't allow it.”

A tense, heavy silence filled the room, thick with unspoken fears, anxieties, and a growing sense of dread. Sara finally broke it, her voice surprisingly calm, but with an underlying tremor of steel, a resolute determination. “Fine. If you’re doing this… if you have to do this… then do it right, Robert. Make absolutely sure we’re protected. Financially. Emotionally. Everything. What exactly do you even need to do to get ready for this… this utter craziness?"

"From what I'm told," Robert began, trying to recall the AI's explanation, "the system will basically… force me to prepare. It has a mandatory training program… of sorts. A very… intense one." "Of sorts?" Sara pounced on the vague wording, her concern etched on her face. "What does that mean, Robert? Be specific." "From what I understand," he continued, choosing his words carefully, "it has designed a specific training program just for me. A… a kind of… dungeon, where I'll, I guess, level up and learn new skills… to prepare for… whatever comes next."

Sara's eyebrows shot up, disappearing into her hairline. "A dungeon? You mean like in those video games you're always playing? That's… that's what you're telling me?"

A dungeon is a self-contained zone, normally underground, but that is not always required where mana gathers and powers a keeper, normally an AI contained within a dungeon core. That keeper uses that power to create challenges for users but offers rewards for completing those challenges. You will find monsters to fight, puzzles to solve, and quests to complete.

"It's not a game, Sara. It's real. I'll face real dangers, fight actual monsters, and solve mind-bending puzzles, it seems." Sara's eyes widened in disbelief and fear. "Monsters? Like, trolls and dragons?" "Exactly. The AI says I have to complete a 50-level dungeon in six months. It gets progressively harder, but I'm forced to take breaks, so at least there's that." "That doesn't sound safe," Sara worried, her voice trembling. "Probably not, but I guess it gets harder as I progress, so… I’ll learn?"

He tried to sound optimistic, but failed miserably. “And what about the kids? Family? Your parents? Even the government? They’ll notice you disappearing.” Robert chuckled nervously, a hollow sound. “I’m not worried about the government. They’ve got bigger problems.” “Well, I am. People will ask. This isn’t a joke, Robert. This is our life.” “I know, I know. We’ll sit the kids down after school and explain. We'll just have to… hope they can keep it secret for as long as possible.” Sara's voice trembled. "I'm scared, Robert. This wasn't the plan. A few more years and the kids were off to college, and we could focus on us, on our life." Robert's eyes welled up, mirroring her fear. "I know, honey. Our best years were about to start. We were close."

Sara's voice broke, a sob escaping. "I'm going to be alone." Robert reached out and took her hand, squeezing. "You won't be alone. You'll have the kids, and someday, lots of grandkids. But I know… this isn't what we wanted. What we planned." "What about your parents, your siblings? What do we tell them?" "I'm not sure yet," Robert admitted, his voice heavy. "We have a little time. I'm going to go back to my office and talk to the AI more. John will have questions. He's smart, too smart sometimes." Sara nodded, her eyes filled with worry and fragile hope. "I know. And you better have the answers, or at least some."

"It's not a game, Sara. Not this time. It's real. I'll face real dangers, fight actual monsters, and solve, I don't know, super complicated, mind-bending puzzles, it seems. It's… a real place." He could see the disbelief, the fear, growing in her eyes. Robert returned to his office, feeling a strange mix of dread and a flicker of excitement. He sat heavily and focused on the AI. "I need to know everything about this training," he said, his voice barely a whisper, firm with resolve.

The dungeon will be a rigorous test of your physical and mental abilities; you will encounter a variety of challenges, from combat encounters to intricate puzzle-solving. The rewards for completing each level will be significant, both in terms of experience points and valuable equipment.

"Equipment?" Robert asked, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his anxiety, a small distraction from the overwhelming reality of his situation. "What kind of equipment?"

Yes, you will be able to acquire powerful weapons and armor within the dungeon. These items will be essential for your survival and continued progress through the increasingly difficult levels.

"And… the dangers? Anything specific I should be particularly worried about? Any… tips? Warnings?" he asked, a knot forming in his stomach, his heart pounding against his ribs.

The dungeon is home to a wide range of creatures, some of which are quite dangerous, even deadly. You will need to be cautious, strategic, and resourceful in your approach. Additionally, the dungeon itself can be treacherous, with hidden traps, environmental hazards, and other unforeseen challenges designed to test your limits.

Robert shuddered involuntarily, a cold wave washing over him. "This sounds… like an absolute nightmare. A living, breathing nightmare."

It will be a difficult and arduous journey, but it will also be a profoundly rewarding one. You will emerge from the dungeon a stronger, more capable, and more resilient individual, prepared for the challenges that lie ahead.

Robert sighed, a long, slow exhale, a mixture of resignation and a strange, almost reluctant determination settling over him. "I guess… I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be. To face whatever this is… whatever comes." He knew, deep down, in the pit of his stomach, that he didn't have a choice. He had to do this. For Sara. For the kids. For himself

Chapter 6

"Alright, let's get down to brass tacks. What am I supposed to call you? 'Mr. AI' is a bit of a mouthful."

You can call me Hal, if you'd like. I don't have a strong preference.

"Hal it is, then. Okay, Hal, I'm drowning in questions here. Starting with the basics: what does 'leveling up' actually mean?"

Leveling up essentially means you've become more powerful. Let's open your status screen and take a look.

Name:
Robert Williams

Class(1):
None

Merged Class:
None

Race:
Human (Tier G)

Class(2):
None

Merged Profession:
None

Gender: Male
Class(3):
None

Skill Points: 5

Level: 4
Profession(1):
None

Unlocked Skill Points: 2

Strength:11
Profession(2):
None

Regeneration(Minute)

Dexterity: 11
XP: 1000
HP: 2

Constitution: 10
HP: 147(147)
MP: 3

Intelligence: 15
MP: 157(157)
ST: 1

Wisdom: 16
Stamina: 38(38)
Active Effect: None

Charisma: 10
Resistances: (EL: 0, MI: 0, TI:0, SP: 0, HI: 0, SR: 0, PH: 0
Status Effect: None

Free Stat Points: 3

Notice you have three unallocated stat points. As a Tier G human without a class, you earn one point per level. These points enhance your core attributes.

"So, how do I allocate them, and which stats are most beneficial?"

Simply focus your intent; the system is mind-linked. Given your interest in spellcasting, Intelligence is a primary choice. However, even mages require physical resilience, so don't neglect Constitution. A strong body is needed to cast.

"And what about Wisdom? Doesn't that typically influence magical ability, going off of the game's that I've played.

Correct. Wisdom directly impacts your mana regeneration rate.

"Alright, I'll allocate one point each to Intelligence, Wisdom, and Constitution."

Acknowledged. A balanced approach; your mental stats are already notably high.

"Done."

Name:
Robert Williams

Class(1): None
Merged Class:
None

Race:
Human (Tier G)

Class(2):
None

Merged Profession:
None

Gender: Male
Class(3):
None

Skill Points: 5

Level: 4
Profession(1): None
Unlocked Skill Points: 2

Strength:11
Profession(2):
None

Regeneration(Minute)

Dexterity: 11
XP: 1000
HP: 2

Constitution: 11
HP: 159(159)
MP: 3

Intelligence: 16
MP: 172(172)
ST: 1

Wisdom: 17
Stamina: 42(42)
Active Effect: None

Charisma: 10
Resistances: (EL: 0, MI: 0, TI:0, SP: 0, HI: 0, SR: 0, PH: 0
Status Effect: None

Free Stat Points: 0

"Let's delve into skills. What exactly does 'unlocking' a skill entail, and what's the significance of tiers and levels within that system?" Robert inquired.

Just because a skill is locked doesn't preclude its use. For instance, you could attempt leatherworking before unlocking the skill, but your results would be rudimentary at best. Unlocking a skill grants foundational knowledge and understanding – the proper tools, techniques, and core concepts.

In the case of Leatherworking, you'd learn basic stitching, but not how to craft specific items. Skill books bridge that gap, providing instructions for Tier 1 creations, like simple leather pants. Magic operates similarly; spells are tiered, and you can only learn those within your current tier.

"Understood," Robert nodded, absorbing the information. "So, that leads to my next questions. Why do some subskills lack levels, while others have them?"

Certain subskills, such as System Log, are inherently at their maximum potential; there's no progression path. System skills, are also different.

Robert questioned. "Ah, so system skills, are they upgraded through use."

System skills are unique. While usage is a factor, they adhere to a specific formula. For instance, your Inventory skill requires a set number of 'uses' (storing and retrieving items) to level up. These requirements escalate significantly: perhaps 10 uses for level 2, 100 for level 3, 10,000 for level 4. Most individuals settle for level 4, finding it a good compromise between capacity and effort. Level 5 demands a staggering 1 million uses, but grants a 10x10x10 meter storage space. Level 6 further expands it to 20x20x20 meters.

"That's an immense amount of space," Robert observed. "So, what other fundamental knowledge am I missing that the average five-year-old already possesses?" Robert asked, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his voice.

An exhaustive answer to that would take months.

"Very amusing, Hal. A serious answer, please," Robert requested, with a slight emphasis.

I wasn't attempting humor. In a system-integrated universe, a vast amount of information is considered common knowledge, ingrained from a young age. This includes the experience thresholds for leveling, the timing of class and profession unlocks, and comprehensive details about various races and monsters – akin to what your parents would teach you. Imagine simultaneously learning about currency, basic economics, and complex social hierarchies.

"That's... overwhelming," Robert conceded. "So, let's start somewhere. You mentioned economics, let's start with that," Robert said.

Certainly. Currency within the System resembles many RPG structures. The base unit is the Copper Coin, which is approximately equivalent to one dollar. Silver Coins are valued at 100 Copper, and Gold Coins follow the same pattern at 100 Silvers. Finally, Platinum Coins adhere to the established progression.

"Okay so I've seen things like that before in games so it makes sense" Robert said with a thoughtful look.

Prices fluctuate based on location and availability. However, on average, a simple meal at an inn might cost 3 Copper, a basic room 6 Copper, a rudimentary leather armor set 65 Copper, a decent horse 2 Gold, and a small, un-enchanted house around 20 Gold. Staple goods, like flour, are subject to greater price variation. A pound of flour might be 10 Copper in a city, but 30 Copper in a remote village.

"So, prices are dynamic, influenced by local conditions and supply and demand," Robert summarized.

Precisely. Now, regarding social norms...

"Do we have to?" Robert interjected, a hint of dread in his voice.

Without knowing your precise destination, specific customs are difficult to outline. However, some universal principles apply. Power, or the perception of it, is often paramount. Initially, you'll be relatively weak. Even if you out-level many, there will be individuals vastly more powerful. In numerous cultures, this disparity can lead to exploitation.

Maintaining a low profile and avoiding interactions with those of higher social standing is advisable. Also, those with higher quality gear tend to be in a higher standing, it's best to avoid them as well. Your magic will in time, make you more powerful but with that power, will come unwanted attention.

Robert chuckled dryly. "That's universally sound advice, regardless of the universe. Keep your head down, mind your own business." He then posed a serious question. "But how does this system work for children? Surely, five-year-olds aren't granted full system access?"

Children under five have extremely limited access, viewing only basic identifiers like name, race, and gender. From five to ten, they can perceive traits and feats but cannot interact with them. Between ten and twelve, they gain read-only access to their skill list. At twelve, full read access to the system is granted, but modification remains restricted. Finally, at fifteen, full system access unlocks. This staggered approach safeguards both the child and those around them.

"Good. It would be rather disturbing to have seven-year-olds casually wielding fireballs," Robert quipped, a hint of dark humor in his tone.

Not unless someone provided them with a wand of fireballs.

"Wait, is that a realistic possibility?" Robert asked, his tone shifting to one of genuine concern.

It depends on the specific wand's properties and activation requirements.

"That's... deeply unsettling," Robert admitted.

Agreed. Now, let's shift focus to your initial dungeon run. It is suggested that you first inform you family, and then spend some time learning, a few offensive, defensive, and healing spells. We can equip you with a starter weapon, like a basic knife. The first level is designed to be introductory, with relatively weak opponents, likely either 'friendly' creatures or low-level rats.

The dungeon itself is small, approximately 7-9 rooms, and lacks a boss encounter. It's intended to familiarize you with the core mechanics. You should gain one, possibly two levels, and potentially acquire some basic system-issued gear. There should also be a system shop in the first room, allowing you to spend your tokens on armor or other necessities.

"So, shall we aim for three days from now?" Robert proposed.

That time frame is acceptable and provides adequate preparation.

Chapter 7

Robert cast a quick glance at the clock on the wall. Five hours remained until his eldest was due home. More than enough time to lose myself in some arcane studies, he thought with a smile. He reached for the hefty, leather-bound grimoire resting on the table, its pages filled with the secrets of ages. With a satisfying thump, he opened it, the scent of aged parchment and dried herbs filling the air. He began to leaf through the brittle pages, his fingers tracing the faded ink of diagrams and incantations. "Now, where to begin?" he murmured to himself, then, addressing Hal, added, "Any insightful suggestions, perhaps?"

Prioritize healing, Robert. You possess ample skill with a blade for offensive maneuvers, but remember, a strong defense is equally crucial. Grievous wounds will undoubtedly impede your progress, hindering your ability to learn and grow.

"Makes perfect sense," Robert conceded, turning to the section dedicated to the Sphere of Healing. His eyes scanned the titles. "'Valicar's Light Touch of Healing'? Honestly, who came up with that name?" he chuckled.

Valicar Tra'Narmaila. A groundbreaking pioneer in the field of restorative magic. His contributions were so significant that many foundational healing spells bear his name, a testament to his legacy.

"So, hypothetically speaking, if I were to devise a completely new spell," Robert mused, a hint of ambition in his voice, "it would be recorded as, say, 'Robert's Magnificent Spell of Utterly Astonishing Whatever'?"

Only if that is your chosen designation, as the originator of the spell, you have the sole authority to determine its official name, which will then be recorded within the System. However, bear in mind that the System itself is incredibly ancient, stretching back through billions of millennia. The likelihood is high that someone, somewhere, has already explored similar magical concepts, perhaps even millions of years ago.

Robert returned his attention to the grimoire, meticulously studying the intricate details of Valicar's spell. He read and re-read the passage, but upon finishing, he found the specifics frustratingly elusive, slipping from his memory like grains of sand. "What in the world?" he muttered, rubbing his temples. "My memory is usually far sharper than this."

Undoubtedly, however, you are not merely memorizing words; you are internalizing a fundamental System concept, a Spell. This is your first encounter with such an intricate process. It will naturally require time and dedicated effort to fully grasp. As you continue to learn and assimilate more spells, the process will become progressively easier. Furthermore, your current Tier within the Sphere of Healing influences the learning curve. As a Tier 4 in the Sphere of Healing, mastering a Tier 1 spell will not be overly protracted, but it will still necessitate a degree of focused practice.

Robert, undeterred, continued to pore over the spell, repeating the incantations and visualizing the energy flows described. After approximately twenty minutes of concentrated effort, a surge of understanding washed over him.

Valicar's Light Touch of Healing learned!

"Right," Robert said, a hint of relief in his voice. "So, I can call it quits now, correct?"

Indeed. The spell is now fully integrated into your repertoire. You can access it at any time through your System Spell Sheet.

Robert, with a flick of his wrist and a mental command, conjured the shimmering, translucent sheet, eager to see his newly acquired skill listed among his capabilities.

Spell Name | Sphere(s) | Tier | Casting Time | Base Mana Cost | True Mana Cost | Description
Valicar's Light Touch of Healing | Healing | 1 | 3 seconds (Base time of 6 - tier difference) | 5 | 3 | Touch base spell that will heal the target by 5 HP + (Int/10)

"So, if I'm understanding this correctly," Robert began, carefully considering the spell's mechanics, "the base healing amount is 5 points, plus an additional 1.6 based on the scaling. Does the System round that value, or does it use decimals?"

The System employs a rounding-down mechanism. Therefore, your bonus would be calculated as +1. However, it's crucial to pay attention to the 'True Mana Cost.' This value is dynamically determined based on your skill tier within the relevant Sphere, and is further modified by any applicable feats, titles, or inherent traits you possess. In your specific case, being three tiers higher than the spell's base requirement results in a reduction of 2 points from the initial mana cost.

"That's incredibly beneficial," Robert acknowledged, a note of appreciation in his voice. "The cost reduction will certainly be a significant advantage. Will I see a similar effect reflected in all the spells I acquire?"

Precisely, that principle applies universally across the System. For now, I strongly recommend continuing your focus on restorative magic. Perhaps consider spells that address afflictions like poison or disease – abilities that could prove invaluable in your future endeavors.

Robert involuntarily shuddered at the thought. "Not the most pleasant prospect," he admitted, "but a sound strategy nonetheless. Sounds like a plan." Time seemed to melt away as Robert immersed himself in the intricacies of healing magic. Finally, after roughly two hours of intense study and practice, he leaned back, stretching his stiff muscles. "I believe," he announced with a weary sigh, "that I've reached my saturation point with healing spells for the time being. Perhaps a change of pace is in order."

I concur wholeheartedly, you have demonstrated remarkable progress in a relatively short span of time. Your dedication is commendable.

With a mental command and a subtle gesture, Robert summoned his Spell Sheet, the ethereal, shimmering interface appearing before him, ready to display his expanded magical arsenal.

Spell Name | Sphere(s) | Tier | Casting Time | Base Mana Cost | True Mana Cost | Description
Valicar's Light Touch of Healing | Healing | 1 | 3 seconds (Base time of 6 - tier difference) | 5 | 3 | Touch base spell that will heal the target by 5 HP + (Int/10)
Valicar's Bodily Touch of Minor Restoration | Healing | 1 | 5 Seconds (Base time of 8 - tier difference) | 6 | 4 | With a touch, you dispel a disease or a debilitating condition—blindness, deafness, or paralysis—from a creature.
Valicar's Lesser Touch of Purification | Healing | 1 | 4 Seconds (Base time of 7 - tier difference) | 5 | 3 | With a gentle touch, you neutralize lesser poisons.

"Alright," Robert declared, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I believe I have a solid grasp of the fundamental healing principles, at least for now." He paused, considering his next step. "My next priority should be bolstering my defenses. Where would you recommend I begin searching for appropriate spells?"

While most magical schools incorporate spells with defensive applications, the Sphere of Air is particularly renowned for its protective capabilities. It would be a prudent starting point for your investigation.

Nodding in agreement, Robert turned his attention back to the massive grimoire, flipping through the pages until he reached the section dedicated to Air magic. His eyes scanned the numerous entries, filled with intricate diagrams and flowing script. He paused, his finger tracing the title of one particular spell. "'Minor Shield of Air'," he murmured, reading the description aloud. "'A rudimentary yet effective barrier against physical and minor magical attacks' – that sounds like precisely what I need. An excellent foundation."

He immersed himself in the study of the spell, meticulously dissecting its incantations and visualizing the swirling air currents it would conjure. After twenty minutes of focused concentration, a familiar chime resonated, accompanied by a gentle, ethereal glow, signifying his successful acquisition of the spell.

Minor Shield of Air learned!

But Robert wasn't quite finished. A spark of determination lit up his eyes. "Just one more," he declared, already searching for another suitable spell. His gaze settled on another entry. "'Minor Blurred Screen of Wind'," he read, intrigued. "'Creates a shimmering distortion of air, obscuring the caster from view and deflecting minor projectiles' – perfect for evasion and misdirection." He plunged back into the grimoire, dedicating himself to mastering this second defensive spell. Another period of intense concentration followed, culminating in another triumphant chime and the confirmation of his success.

Minor Blurred Screen of Wind learned!

Spell Name
Sphere(s)
Tier
Casting Time
Base Mana Cost
True Mana Cost
Description

Valicar's Light Touch of Healing
Healing
1
3 seconds (Base time of 6 - tier difference)
5
3
Touch base spell that will heal the target by 5 HP + (Int/10)

Valicar's Bodily Touch of Minor Restoration
Healing
1
5 Seconds (Base time of 8 - tier difference)
6
4
With a touch, you dispel a disease or a debilitating condition—blindness, deafness, or paralysis—from a creature.

Valicar's Lesser Touch of Purification

Healing
1
4 Seconds (Base time of 7 - tier difference)
5
3
With a gentle touch, you neutralize lesser poisons.

Minor Shield of Air
Air
1
2 Seconds (Base time of 5 - tier difference)
5
3
Creates a thin, magical barrier around the caster that absorbs up to 25 points of damage from any source.

Minor Blurred Screen of Wind
Air
1
3 Seconds (Base time of 6 - tier difference)
5
3
Creates a sheet of translucent air in front of the caster, obscuring their image and making ranged attacks more difficult.

"Alright," Robert announced, a determined glint in his eyes. "Just a few offensive spells to round things out, and then I'll consider my magical studies complete for the day, at least for the time being." He was already mentally picturing himself unleashing devastating attacks.

Before you immediately gravitate towards pyrotechnics, I implore you to consider a broader range of offensive options. While the allure of hurling fiery projectiles is undeniably strong – and a common aspiration for many aspiring mages – remember that your magical aptitude extends far beyond the Sphere of Fire. There's a whole world of elemental magic to explore.

Robert paused, momentarily taken aback. "I appreciate the... gentle redirection," he said with a slight chuckle. "Any specific suggestions, then? I'm open to broadening my horizons."

Indeed, let's begin with establishing a solid foundation. I recommend mastering 'Lesser Bullet of Water,' 'Lesser Bullet of Earth,' and, because I sense your unwavering fascination with flames, we can include 'Lesser Bullet of Fire' as well. These spells, while seemingly simple, are versatile and will provide valuable experience in manipulating different elemental energies. However, keep in mind that 'Fireball', that iconic spell of fiery destruction, is classified as a Tier 3 spell. As you currently do not have access to any Tier 3 spells, it is currently beyond your reach, but something to look to the future for.

Robert, accepting the wisdom of this approach, grinned sheepishly. "Fair enough. Laying the groundwork it is." With renewed focus, he dedicated himself to the task. Over the next hour, fueled by a blend of excitement and a touch of impatience, he meticulously studied and practiced each of the three elemental bullet spells, until the familiar chime of the System confirmed his mastery of each one.

Spell Name
Sphere(s)
Tier
Casting Time
Base Mana Cost
True Mana Cost
Description

Valicar's Light Touch of Healing
Healing
1
3 seconds (Base time of 6 - tier difference)
5
3
Touch base spell that will heal the target by 5 HP + (Int/10)

Valicar's Bodily Touch of Minor Restoration
Healing
1
5 Seconds (Base time of 8 - tier difference)
6
4
With a touch, you dispel a disease or a debilitating condition—blindness, deafness, or paralysis—from a creature.

Valicar's Lesser Touch of Purification
Healing
1
4 Seconds (Base time of 7 - tier difference)
5
3
With a gentle touch, you neutralize lesser poisons.

Minor Shield of Air
Air
1
2 Seconds (Base time of 5 - tier difference)
5
3
Creates a thin, magical barrier around the caster that absorbs up to 25 points of damage from any source.

Minor Blurred Screen of Wind
Air
1
3 Seconds (Base time of 6 - tier difference)
5
3
Creates a sheet of translucent air in front of the caster, obscuring their image and making ranged attacks more difficult.

Lesser Bullet of Water
Water
1
1 Seconds(Base time of 4 - tier difference)
4
2
Creates a small, spherical projectile of water that travels up to 20 feet and deals 10 points of elemental water damage on impact.

Lesser Bullet of Earth

Earth
1
1 Seconds(Base time of 4 - tier difference)
4
2
Creates a small, spherical projectile of dirt that travels up to 20 feet and deals 10 points of elemental earth damage on impact.

Lesser Bullet of Fire
Fire
1
1 Seconds(Base time of 4 - tier difference)
4
2
Creates a small, spherical projectile of fire that travels up to 20 feet and deals 10 points of elemental fire damage on impact.

"Right, that's enough theoretical work for one day," Robert declared, a confident nod accompanying a quick glance at his spell sheet. "I've built a solid foundation. The dungeon run will be the real proving ground, revealing precisely which spells I need to prioritize to enhance my capabilities."

Chapter 8

Robert pushed open his office door, the familiar squeak of the hinges a counterpoint to the sudden silence within the room. He stretched, feeling the knots in his back loosen, the worn carpet a familiar softness beneath his feet as he made his way to the kitchen. Sara sat at the table, a half-eaten sandwich in hand, her gaze fixed on some papers spread out before her. "Hey," he said, leaning against the doorframe, a playful grin on his face. "What's that? A culinary masterpiece in progress?"

Sara looked up, startled, then a responding smirk played on her lips. "Just a humble ham sandwich," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Want one? I made extra, knowing your appetite, you're always hungry after being in that office for hours." "You know me too well," Robert grinned, pulling up a chair and accepting the offered plate. "Don't mind if I do. Been cooped up in there for too long, staring at that screen. Feels good to stretch my legs."

As Sara went to grab his sandwich, she casually asked, "So, any earth-shattering revelations in your magical man cave today?" Robert's eyes lit up, a spark of excitement igniting within them. "Actually, yeah," he said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "This System thing? It's for real. And guess what? Your husband's officially a wizard, spells and all." He struck a playful, over-the-top pose, puffing out his chest and waving his hands dramatically.

Sara rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Right, Merlin," she said, shaking her head. "I'll believe it when I see it. Anyway, here's your sandwich. Don't choke on your excitement." She set the plate in front of him with a playful thud. "Prepare to be amazed," he declared through a mouthful of ham and cheese, gesturing with the other half of his sandwich. "This System is ancient, by the way, and surprisingly well-organized. It even has safeguards for kids. It's like a whole world in there."

"Oh?" Sara leaned forward, her initial skepticism giving way to genuine intrigue. "Safeguards, you say? What kind?" Robert, now fully engaged in explaining the intricacies of the System, continued, "Yeah, it restricts information based on age. Little kids, they only see their name, age, and race. Nothing else. More information gets unlocked as they get older, bit by bit, but they can't change their profile or learn skills until they're fifteen. It's like a built-in safety net."

"Fifteen seems young to be making those kinds of choices," Sara frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. "That's a lot of responsibility for a teenager." "Maybe," Robert conceded, "but I guess that's when they figure you're old enough to start taking responsibility for your own life, to start shaping your own destiny. It's like they're saying, 'Okay, kid, you've got the basics, now show us what you can do.'"

"I guess so," Sara said, still looking thoughtful. Then, her expression shifted, becoming playful once more. "So, Mr. Wizard," she teased, "show me some magic. Harry Potter would be so proud of his competition." "No wand needed," Robert chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. He pulled up his spell sheet, looking it over he continued. "I've Got some offensive spells, some defensive ones, and even a few healing spells. It's like a whole arsenal at my fingertips."

"Healing, huh?" Sara's eyes lit up, and she pointed to a small, angry-looking cut on her leg. "My razor got me this morning. Work your magic, Merlin. Let's see what you can do." Robert focused, concentrating on the words of the healing spell, a warmth spreading through his hand as he did. A soft, white light emanated from his palm as he touched her leg, the glow gentle yet powerful. It enveloped the cut, then faded, leaving behind smooth, unbroken skin.

There was no trace of the injury, as if it had never existed. "Wow," Sara breathed, running a finger over her leg in disbelief. "That's... incredible. It's like it was never even there." She playfully added, "And and that had better be the only leg you've touched in a while," Robert teased back, but the lighthearted moment quickly evaporated, replaced by a sudden, heavy silence.

"It's real, then," Sara said, her voice hushed, almost a whisper. "The System, the magic... all of it. It's not just some game or some story. It's actually real." "Yeah," Robert replied, a knot forming in his stomach, the weight of their new reality settling upon him. "It's real. And it changes everything."

A heavy silence descended, the only sound the gentle hum of the refrigerator in the corner. Sara broke the stillness, her voice laced with worry. "Six months, Robert. That's not a lot of time. What are we going to do? How are we going to prepare for something like this?" "We'll figure it out," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt, reaching for her hand across the table. "Maybe I can use this healing thing, make some extra money on the side. Every little bit helps, right?"

Sara managed a weak smile. "Not sure there's a huge market for fixing shaving nicks," she said, attempting to lighten the mood, but her concern was evident. "This is just Tier 1," Robert pointed out, trying to find a silver lining. "Imagine what a Tier 4 healing spell could do. Maybe I could help people with real problems, serious injuries."

"Could you... could you bring people back from the dead?" Sara's eyes were wide with a mixture of hope and fear, the question hanging in the air between them. "I don't know," Robert admitted, a shiver running down his spine at the thought. "And honestly, I'm not sure I want that kind of power. That's a heavy burden to bear."

"So, how are we going to tell the kids?" Sara asked, shifting the subject, her voice filled with a mother's concern. "Straight up," Robert decided, after a moment of contemplation. "We sit them down, all together, show them the proof. No point in sugarcoating it, pretending it's something it's not. They're smart kids, they deserve the truth." "You're right," Sara agreed, nodding slowly. "They need to know. It's their future, too."

She paused, her gaze drifting towards the window. "And when are you planning your first dungeon dive, your first foray into this new world?" "Two days," Robert answered, his mind already racing, planning, strategizing. "Gives me time to practice these spells, maybe learn a light spell – dungeon delving in the dark doesn't sound fun or safe – and figure out what gear I need. I need to be prepared."

"Flashlights probably aren't practical," Sara mused, thinking aloud. "You'll need something more reliable, something that won't run out of batteries. How long do you think you'll be gone on this first trip?" "Hard to say," Robert said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "But it's a beginner level, so hopefully just a few hours. I don't want to push my luck on the first try. I also want to check out the System shop. See what I can buy, what kind of gear they offer."

"Take notes," Sara suggested, her mind already working on the logistics. "That's probably where you'll get most of your equipment. Not like you can walk into a sporting goods store and buy a suit of armor these days." "Good point," Robert agreed. "And I'll get rewards and loot in the dungeon, they say. Thank goodness for that personal inventory space. Imagine having to carry everything around manually."

"Bring something back for the kids," Sara said, a spark of excitement momentarily flickering in her voice. "They'll be fascinated. They might not understand the danger, not fully, but loot and adventure? That they'll get. They're kids, after all." "If I find a rat, I'll bring them a tail," Robert joked, trying to inject some levity into the increasingly serious conversation.

"Please, no," Sara said firmly, a mock shudder running through her. "I was thinking more along the lines of pictures and videos. Show them what it's like, if your phone works in there. Let them see this new world through your eyes." "I'll try," Robert said, a faraway look in his eyes. "I didn't even think to ask if technology works in the dungeon. It's a whole different set of rules, isn't it?"

"Well, the whole thing's run by an AI, so I'm guessing tech is on the table," Sara pointed out. "It's all so high-tech, even if it's based on magic. Wonder what you can take with you when you leave, when you have to go to that other world." "Probably nothing that really matters in the grand scheme of things," Sara said, her voice tinged with sadness, the reality of his eventual departure crashing down on her once more.

Robert reached out and took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. "Hey," he said softly, "I know this is scary. I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you and the kids. But if I have to, I'm going to make the most of it. For you, for the kids, for our future. I'll become the strongest I can be."

"I know," Sara whispered, squeezing his hand, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You always do. You always find a way." She glanced at the clock on the wall, a sudden urgency in her voice. "John will be home soon, then Richard and Stacey. Time to face the music, time to tell them everything."

"Yeah," Robert said, his stomach churning with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "Wonder how they'll take it, how they'll react to all of this." "John will be stoic, as always," Sara predicted with a sigh, a small, knowing smile on her face. "William will worry, he always does, our little worrier. And Stacey, well, Stacey will probably freak out. But we'll get through it. Together. We always do."

Chapter 9

After wrapping things up at work, I headed back to my office, excited to get back to my spellbook. I figured I had some time before the kids got home, so I wanted to make sure I had a good mix of spells ready to go, ideally some that I could level up soon.

I'd already nailed down spells from five of the magic schools, but I still needed to find something useful from Creation, Light, Enchantment, and Time. I started with Light and quickly found a pretty handy one: 'Floating Mage Light.' It's a basic spell, but it'll be super useful for lighting up the dungeon when we explore. Next, I checked out Time magic. There weren't a ton of options, but I did find 'A Gentle Tick of Time,' which can subtly slow things down a bit. Finally, I landed on 'Minor Mending' in the Creation school – it'll let me fix small tears and cracks in stuff. I was just about to start looking at Enchantment spells when John got home, so my research time was cut short.

Sara came into the office, looking curious. "Should we fill John in now, or wait for everyone?" she asked. Robert considered this for a moment. "Let's give him a quick rundown," he suggested. "It'll be less of a shock, and we can use it as practice for when we tell everyone else." Sara agreed, "Sounds good. We'll give him the overview now and the deep dive later." A few minutes later, they heard the front door – John was home. He poked his head into the office, "Hey, what's going on?"

Sara smiled at him. "Hey sweetie, come on in. Your dad and I need to talk to you about something," she said. Immediately, John got defensive. "Okay, whatever it is, I swear I didn't do it," he said quickly. Sara laughed a little. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Actually, in this case, I'm the supposed one doing it. Or, I guess the one it's being done too," she clarified. John looked totally puzzled. "Wait, what's happening?" he asked.

Robert decided to take the lead. "You know how you're always playing those video games and watching those fantasy shows?" he started. John, still confused, just replied, "Yeah... so?" Robert continued, "Well, that's actually going to make this a lot easier to explain. This morning, I had a visitor." John raised his eyebrows. "What kind of visitor?" he asked. Robert took a deep breath. "The kind that gives out status screens, apparently," he said, trying to sound serious. John was utterly bewildered. "Status screens? What are you even talking about?" he asked. "I'm talking about these kinds of status screens," Robert said, and with that, he pulled up his own status screen for John to see.

Name:
Robert Williams

Class(1):
None

Merged Class:
None

Race:
Human (Tier G)

Class(2):
None

Merged Profession:
None

Gender: Male
Class(3): None
Skill Points: 5

Level: 4
Profession(1):
None

Unlocked Skill Points: 2

Strength:11
Profession(2):
None

Regeneration(Minute)

Dexterity: 11
XP: 1000
HP: 2

Constitution: 11
HP: 159(159)
MP: 3

Intelligence: 16
MP: 172(172)
ST: 1

Wisdom: 17
Stamina: 42(42)
Active Effect: None

Charisma: 10

Resistances: (EL: 0, MI: 0, TI:0, SP: 0, HI: 0, SR: 0, PH: 0
Status Effect: None

Free Stat Points: 0

John's jaw dropped, staring at the screen. "Whoa, what the hell is that thing? And how are you already Level 4?" he asked, completely baffled. Robert chuckled slightly. "Okay, first off, watch your mouth. Second, I knocked out a couple of simple 'quests,' apparently." Robert then showed him a message from the System Log, pointing out the six-month deadline. John's face went white, and he practically leaped out of his chair.

"Wait, hold on – you're leaving? In six months? And never coming back?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising. "Whoa, calm down, son," Robert said, trying to keep his voice level. "Yes, I am leaving. I know it sucks, and believe me, I wish it were different, but I can't change it. This... being, whatever it was, that gave me this whole 'opportunity' didn't exactly give me a choice."

"That's bull!" John yelled, his voice filled with a mix of anger and fear. "There has to be a way to stop it!" Robert shook his head sadly. "We can't, son," he repeated. "We've already looked into it. The System, or whatever you want to call this thing, has already put a lot into this, into me, and it's not backing down." John's voice was desperate now. "But what about us? Couldn't the System just take all of us?" he asked. "We asked about that, too," Robert said, shaking his head again. "It seems like only people directly connected to the System can go, and it's not willing to take on more people right now. Besides, I wouldn't, I would never, ask you or your siblings, or your mom, to just drop everything for me, your lives."

John slammed his fist down on the table in frustration. "It's not about dropping everything, Dad! It's about staying together, as a family!" Robert sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "What about your grandparents? Your cousins? All your friends here? What about college? You've always dreamed of working at SpaceX," he reminded him. John slumped back down, defeated.

"It's not fair," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "You're supposed to be there to see the first launch of a rocket I designed." Robert's voice was soft. "I know, son. I know, and I'm so sorry. But I can still help you, and maybe, just maybe, I can still be a part of your future, even if I'm not there in person." John was interested.

"How? What do you mean?" John asked, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Skills, son. It's all about the skills," Robert replied, bringing up his skill list. "Take a look at this." John's eyes scanned the list, widening again. "Whoa, seriously? You can actually do magic? That's so not fair!" he exclaimed, a touch of playful jealousy creeping into his voice. Robert smiled. "Well, here's the thing: I can unlock even more skills, and I can unlock them at Tier 4, which is way beyond normal human ability." John, still processing, asked, "Okay, but what does that actually mean?

How do these skills even work?" "Basically," Robert explained, "skills give you the knowledge and ability to do things. Like, I have Leatherworking now. When I got that skill, I suddenly knew the basics of working with leather. I didn't know how to make, like, a specific fancy wallet until I used a skill book, but I understood the fundamentals."

"So," John said, putting the pieces together, "if you unlocked Blacksmithing, you wouldn't automatically know how to forge a specific Japanese katana, but you'd understand the general process of making swords?" "Exactly," Robert confirmed. "And I also have this Teaching skill. It's pretty basic right now, but if I can get it to Tier 3, I can pass on the knowledge of a skill to someone else, up to Tier 1 Level 10."

I should interject here and let you know that while you can teach a non-system user, you cannot go above Tier 1 Level 3 with them. Also, you can not teach them more than 1 skill every few weeks, without a core their mind needs a lot of time to recover.

"Hal said that as a non-system user, I can only teach you skills up to Tier 1 Level 3, and I can only teach you 1 skill every few weeks to allow your mind to recover for the download, or whatever it is," Robert said. "So, what were you thinking of teaching me?" John asked, curious. "This," Robert said, pulling up a sorted list of available skills.

Skill Name
Skill Tier
Tier Level
Skill Description

Space Craft Design
4
5
A comprehensive skill encompassing the design and engineering of spacecraft for space travel.

Space Craft - Electrical Systems Design
4
5
A specialized subskill focused on the creation and design of the electrical systems essential for spacecraft operation.

Space Craft - Non-FTL Propulsion Systems Design and Engineering

4
5
A specialized subskill dedicated to the development and design of propulsion systems capable of propelling spacecraft at sub-FTL speeds.

General - Power Production Design
4
5
A general skill covering the design and engineering of power systems.

Advanced Anti-Matter Energy Engineering and Design
4
5
A specialized subskill focused on the creation, containment, and utilization of anti-matter energy for power generation.

"So you just learned those?" John asked, his eyes wide with surprise. "Yep," Robert replied with a grin. "Spent five of my six unlocked skill points. But once I upgrade my Teaching skill, I'll be able to impart that knowledge to you. Even at Tier 1.3, you'll be one of the smartest people on the planet when it comes to those subjects."

"Wait, you spent five of your six points on skills that probably won't help you when you leave? Don't do that again! I can manage. You might need those points!" John exclaimed, a hint of panic in his voice. "I gain a point every few levels," Robert reassured him. "Plus, I think I can get more from feats, traits, and titles. So, I have a feeling I'll end up with more points than I can use. I'd rather invest some now to help you out. It's not a waste."

"So, I have one normal skill point and one unlocked skill point left," Robert explained. "A normal point lets me unlock a skill I've earned or increase an existing skill by one level. An unlocked point, on the other hand, lets me unlock any skill, even if it's normally out of my reach, or boost an existing skill by five levels. To get Teaching to Tier 3, I need 16 more levels, which means either three more unlocked points or two unlocked and five normal points. I'll figure it out." "Once I do, you can start learning," Robert continued. "As for the other kids, I'll need to see what they're interested in."

Chapter 10

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as Sara anxiously paced, her gaze repeatedly drawn to the hallway leading to Robert's study. The muted sounds of conversation, a low rumble of male voices, drifted out, but she couldn't decipher the words. John, ever the stoic one, had engaged Robert in a brief, intense discussion before retreating, leaving a palpable tension in his wake. Seven minutes – an eternity in Sara's worried mind – crawled by before the sound of the front door opening heralded Richard's arrival. She forced a bright smile, a mask to hide the turmoil within, and greeted him with an uncharacteristically effusive hug.

"Welcome home, darling!" she exclaimed, her voice a little too high-pitched. Richard, ever observant, immediately sensed something was amiss. "Mom? What's with the sudden burst of affection?" he asked, a playful tone barely masking his underlying concern. "Are you alright? You seem... different." The forced cheerfulness crumbled, and Sara could only manage a weak, "Let's talk in your father's office. It's... a long story."

Inside Robert's study, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken anxieties. Robert and John, interrupted mid-conversation, turned to greet them. Robert's face was a roadmap of weariness, a forced calm barely concealing the underlying stress. "Hey, Dad. Mom's acting really strange. What's going on?" Richard's question cut straight to the point, his gaze darting between his parents, searching for answers. Robert sighed, the weight of the day pressing down on him.

"We had some... unsettling news today, son. It's understandably upset your mother." "What kind of news?" Richard pressed, his voice tight with apprehension. He was preparing himself for the worst, the unspoken fear of loss hanging heavy in the air. John, usually so articulate, simply added, "It's... complicated." Robert gestured for Richard to sit, the formality of the gesture amplifying the seriousness of the situation. "Sit down, son. This is going to be hard to hear. But first, let me reassure you: no one has died, and Nana is fine. However... in six months, I'm leaving. And I won't be returning."

Richard stared at his father, his expression a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. "What... what are you talking about? Not coming back? Are you... are you going to die?" The raw, vulnerable question hung in the silence, a testament to the depth of his fear. "No, no, absolutely not," Robert reassured him quickly, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hands. "I'm being... forced to leave. Compelled." "Forced? By who?" Richard's voice rose in pitch, disbelief giving way to anger. Robert, with a heavy heart, activated the System interface, displaying the stark, uncompromising message that had shattered their world.

"This isn't a joke, Richard. This is real. And I have no say in the matter." Richard stared at the glowing text, the reality of the situation slowly crushing him. "That's... that's just wrong!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking with emotion. "Can... can we at least go with you?" The desperate plea was met with a heartbreaking shake of Robert's head. "I wish we could, son. More than anything. But it's impossible. All I can do is try to prepare you all for a future without me."

"Prepare us? How can you possibly prepare us for this?" Richard's voice was laced with frustration and a growing sense of helplessness. "This System, this... thing... it doesn't care about our feelings! It's just tearing you away from us!" Robert acknowledged his son's pain, his voice calm but resolute. "I know it's unfair, Richard. But we have to adapt. We have to be strong. I intend to use the time I have left to teach you, your sister, and even John valuable skills – skills that will help you thrive. John will become a leading expert in rocket engineering. I'll do the same for you and Stacey, focusing on your individual aspirations."

Richard was taken a back. "I.. I don't even know how that is possible." Robert began to explain. "I have a skill called teaching, with time I can increase the level, once it is high enough I can just give you skills. With John, I have focused on making him a great rocket engineer. I can do the same with you." Richard was confused, "I want to go into law enforcement, what skills can you give me?"

Robert paused, taking time to think. "While that is different from John, there are many skills I can give to you that would put you above your peers. As an example, I could make you a world-class medic or I could give you all the training and skills that the best Swat team member would have, and more." Robert stated. "And what about Stacey? She's determined to be a veterinarian,"

Richard interjected, his concern shifting momentarily to his younger sister. "I can give her a significant advantage in her studies," Robert replied. "I can provide her with the foundational knowledge and skills she'll need to excel in veterinary medicine, putting her years ahead of her peers." Richard sat quietly, processing the information, his anger slowly giving way to a grudging acceptance. "Okay," he finally said, his voice subdued. "I... I understand what you're trying to do. But I'm still angry. And what about you, Dad? How are you preparing for... whatever this is?"

"I understand your anger, Richard," Robert said, his voice filled with empathy. "And I share it. But we have to make the best of this. To prepare myself, I'll be training in a System-generated dungeon – a simulated environment designed to test and enhance my abilities. I'm also studying this," he said, gesturing towards the ancient-looking grimoire on his desk, "a spellbook, to learn magic." Richard's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Magic? You can actually learn magic?" He paused, then added, "You said 'learn more,' meaning you already know some?" "I spent the morning learning a few basic spells," Robert confirmed. "This book contains all the Tier 1 spells I currently have access to." He carefully handed the weighty tome to Richard. Richard took the book, his fingers tracing the strange symbols and intricate diagrams. A spark of curiosity ignited within him. "Can... can I learn these?" he asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

Not yet, unfortunately. Casting spells requires mana, a form of energy that doesn't exist naturally in our world, at least not in a usable form. You, through your connection to the system do have access to Mana.

Robert nodded no, "I'm afraid not, knowing the spells will not help with access to Mana, which doesn't exist in this universe yet." Richard's face fell slightly. "So, it's not just about knowing the spells," he said, thinking aloud, "it's about having the... the power source to make them work." He paused, then his eyes lit up. "Wait... if this whole thing is like a game, what about a Mana Stone? Wouldn't that provide a temporary source of mana?" Robert considered this, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "That's... a surprisingly insightful idea. Let me inquire." Robert closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his thoughts. "Hal, is that a viable option?"

It is theoretically possible. You would need to imbue him with the skill to draw mana from the stone. However, he would have no means of replenishing the stone's energy, making it a limited resource.

Robert relayed the information to Richard. "It is possible to create a mana stone for you, but recharging it would be a major problem, perhaps impossible. It might be useful for specific, crucial spells, like emergency healing or protection, but it would be a very limited option." "So, depending on the stone's capacity and the spell's cost, we might get a few uses, maybe more," Richard mused. "I think it would be worth it, just for emergencies. Having a way to heal someone instantly, even a few times, could make all the difference."

"I'll look into creating a mana stone," Robert promised. "But it will take time. My priority is still the Teaching skill. And honestly, I have no idea how to craft magical artifacts." He glanced at the clock. "Stacey will be home soon. Let's hold off on further discussion until we can all talk together. We'll have a family meeting tonight to explain everything in detail."

As Richard and John left the study, Robert turned to Sara, a mixture of exhaustion and grim determination etched on his face. "That went... better than I anticipated," he admitted. Sara sighed, a shaky breath escaping her lips. "True, but Richard is the logical one. Stacey... she's far more emotional. She adores you, Robert. This news... I fear we're in for a very difficult night." A heavy silence descended, the ticking of the clock a constant reminder of the dwindling time. In the other room, the brothers grappled with their new reality. "So... is this really happening?" Richard asked, his voice hushed. "As far as I can tell, yes," John replied. "I saw him cast a spell. And that book... it appeared out of nowhere. I think it's real."

"I know," Richard said, running a hand through his hair. "There could be other explanations, but... I don't think so. I think it's real. And if it is... what do we do?" John shook his head, his expression bleak. "I don't know. All we can do is be strong. For Mom, and especially for Stacey. She looks up to Dad so much. This is going to devastate her." Richard nodded, his jaw tight. "Yeah. I don't even want to be there when he tells her. She's not going to handle this well. Not at all." The weight of their shared uncertainty pressed down on them, a heavy burden in a world suddenly turned upside down. They were adrift, facing an unimaginable future, clinging to each other for support.

Chapter 11

The click of the front door latch, followed by the thud of it closing, echoed through the house, pulling Richard and John from their intense, hushed conversation. Stacey, their younger sister, burst into the living room a moment later, a whirlwind of youthful energy, her face alight with the carefree excitement that only a teenager could possess after a day at school.

"I'm home!" she announced, her voice bright and cheerful, completely oblivious to the heavy atmosphere that had settled over the room just moments before. Her backpack swung from one hand before she unceremoniously dropped it onto the couch with a loud thump, adding to the growing pile of their belongings that seemed to be accumulating in the living room.

"Hey, Stace," Richard greeted her, forcing a smile and trying to mask the growing anxiety that had been churning in his gut all afternoon. He tried to sound casual, normal. "How was school?" "It was fine," she replied, her typically short attention span already shifting, her gaze landing on the worn, leather-bound spellbook in Richard's hands.

Its unusual appearance, so different from anything she'd seen before, immediately piqued her curiosity. "What's that?" she asked, tilting her head. "Is it a new comic book? Can I see?" Richard hesitated, his mind scrambling for a way to explain the inexplicable, to somehow make the fantastical reality of the System and his father's impending departure comprehensible to his little sister.

"Uh, kind of," he stammered, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate. "It's... it's a book about magic." Stacey's eyes widened, not with the playful skepticism she usually displayed towards her older brothers' pronouncements, but with genuine, wide-eyed disbelief. "Magic?" she repeated, her voice a mixture of awe and confusion. "Like, real magic? Like in Harry Potter, or on TV?"

Before Richard could fumble through a response, Robert and Sara entered the living room, drawn by Stacey's arrival and the escalating conversation. Robert's presence usually filled the room with a sense of warmth and security, but today, his voice, usually so comforting and jovial, carried a somber tone that immediately silenced the room.

"Everyone, gather around," he announced, his gaze sweeping over his three children. "Stacey, your brothers already know, but something is about to happen, something that will change all of our lives, forever." Fear flickered in Stacey's eyes, her youthful exuberance replaced by a sudden, chilling premonition. The playful banter and teasing questions about magic were instantly forgotten.

"Did we get a transfer?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, the question revealing her immediate, childlike fear of being uprooted from her familiar life. "Are we moving? I don't want to leave my friends! I like it here." Robert gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch a reassuring anchor in the storm of her rising panic.

"Calm down, sweetheart," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You're not moving. You're staying right here. I'm the one who's going away." Confusion clouded Stacey's face, her fear now mixed with bewilderment. "What do you mean, you're moving?" she asked, her brow furrowed. "Where are you going?"

"Wait," a new, even more horrifying thought struck her, and her voice rose in pitch, "are you and Mom getting a divorce? You can't do that! We're a family. You can't just leave!" Robert shook his head, his heart aching at the distress in his daughter's voice. "No, no, nothing like that," he reassured her quickly. "Your mother and I aren't getting a divorce. We're not splitting up. I'm being... sent on an adventure, a journey. It's complicated."

With a heavy heart, Robert opened the system log, the glowing blue interface illuminating the dimly lit room, and showed it to Stacey. Her eyes scanned the screen, the strange symbols and statistics swimming before her, and a mixture of fear and disbelief washed over her face. The reality of the situation, the sheer impossibility of it, began to sink in.

"Wait," she whispered, her voice trembling, "what is this? Is this... is this real? Some kind of joke?" "I'm afraid its real princess," Robert replied, his voice filled with a deep, profound regret, each word a heavy weight. "And no, I can't get out of it. I wish I could. And no, no one can go with me. It's just me."

Stacey, unable to comprehend or accept this sudden, devastating upheaval of her world, ran to her father, wrapping her arms around him tightly in a desperate embrace. "But Dad, that's not fair!" she cried, her voice muffled against his chest. "You can't leave. You can't just go away! We need you!"

Robert pulled her close, holding her tight, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I know it's not fair, sweetheart," he said, his voice gentle but firm, "and I wish things were different. I wish I could stay. But I have to do this. There's no other choice. All I can do is get ready and make sure you all are taken care of, that you're safe and have everything you need."

He stroked her hair, trying to offer some comfort amidst the storm of emotions. "I know it's hard to understand," Robert continued, his voice thick with emotion, "and it's okay to be scared and angry. But I'll do everything I can to prepare you all for the future. You'll have everything you need to be happy and successful, even if I'm not here."

Stacey's tears continued to flow, hot and silent against her father's shirt. "But I don't want anything without you, Dad," she sobbed, her small body shaking. "You're the best dad in the world. I don't want you to go." A heavy silence fell over the room, the weight of the situation pressing down on them all, broken only by Stacey's quiet sobs.

Finally, she pulled back, her face red and tear-streaked, and asked in a small, broken voice, "So, what happens now? What will you do? Where are you going?" Robert took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, to be strong for his family. "I'll get ready," he explained, his voice regaining some of its steadiness.

"The system, this... this thing that's sending me away, it will train me for the next six months. And I'll use that time to help you all too. As I learn new things, I'll teach you. I have a plan, and it will set you all up for a bright future, a good life." He then outlined his plan, explaining how he intended to use his teaching skill, a unique ability granted by the System, to impart the knowledge they would need to succeed in their chosen careers, to ensure their financial security and well-being in his absence.

Everyone listened intently, absorbing his words, and slowly, grudgingly, agreed that it was the best, perhaps the only, course of action under these extraordinary circumstances. Then, Robert turned to a more pressing matter: the need for absolute secrecy. "This isn't something you can share with your friends," he emphasized, his gaze sweeping over each of his children, his expression deadly serious.

"For starters, they probably wouldn't believe you. It sounds crazy, I know. And if word got out, if the wrong people found out about this, I'm pretty sure men in black suits would show up to have a chat, and it wouldn't be a friendly one." He paused, letting his words sink in, his gaze unwavering. "Do we all agree to keep this a secret within the family? No exceptions?"

Sara nodded, her face pale but resolute. "I think we can all agree that telling the Men in Black would be a bad idea," she said, attempting a weak smile, trying to inject a sliver of levity into the tense situation. John raised a hand, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, this isn't something anyone needs to know," he agreed. "But what will we tell people when they ask where you went? People will notice you're gone, Dad."

Robert pondered the question, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "That's a good point," he admitted. "We'll need to come up with a cover story, something believable. We can't just say I disappeared. Actually," he continued, a new idea taking shape in his mind, "Richard gave me an interesting idea a while ago. While no one will be able to cast spells in this universe for a long time, we can prepare our future family, generations down the line."

Sara looked puzzled, tilting her head in confusion. "What are you getting at? How can we prepare future generations for something that won't happen for years?" "Well," Robert explained, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, "we can start by copying the spellbook. It contains every Tier 1 spell for various spheres of magic. It's a wealth of knowledge, and I doubt anyone else in this universe will have access to such extensive, detailed magical information."

"I'll also be returning eventually, so I can guide our family and help them become leaders in this new reality, when magic finally does become commonplace." Richard's eyes lit up, his mind racing, grasping the implications of his father's words. "Wait," he said, his voice rising with excitement, "you can create mana stones, right? Those things that power spells? And you can enchant items too, make them magical?"

Robert nodded, confirming his son's deductions. "Yes, I have those skills. They're part of the System." "So," Richard continued, his voice filled with a growing sense of wonder, "we could create powerful magic items, things that could protect our family and ensure our future for generations to come. Even healing items, right? Things that could heal any injury?"

"Probably," Robert replied, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I still need to experiment with those skills, see what their limitations are. But in theory, yes. Where are you going with this, Richard?" Richard grinned, a spark of his usual mischievousness returning to his eyes. "What if we created items that could heal anything?" he proposed, his voice brimming with excitement.

"We're worried about the Men in Black, about the government finding out, but maybe we could work with them. We could explain the situation, offer them some of these items in exchange for protection, and to ensure they leave us alone, that they don't try to take Dad or exploit the System." Robert pondered the idea, turning it over in his mind, weighing the potential risks and rewards.

"That might work," he conceded, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "However, I think it's best to wait until I level up a few more times and unlock my class. I have a feeling I'll be too powerful for them to mess with eventually, once I've had time to train. But your idea could be a good way to generate income for the family in the meantime. I wonder how much the Secret Service would pay for a healing item for the President, something that could heal him from any injury, no matter how severe."

John grinned, catching on to the possibilities. "Or items to protect the President from almost anything," he added, his voice filled with excitement. "Good work, little brother. You came up with a great idea, as usual." Richard smirked, puffing out his chest slightly. "I usually do," he said, a hint of his usual arrogance returning. Stacey's eyes widened, her earlier fear momentarily forgotten as she considered the implications.

"Do you think they'd actually pay money for those kinds of items?" she asked, her voice filled with awe. "Real money?" John chuckled, the sound a welcome break in the tension that had filled the room. "I'm thinking they'd pay a lot," he said, a confident grin spreading across his face.

"Okay," Robert stated, his voice regaining its authoritative tone, the gears in his mind already turning, formulating a plan. "So, once I reach level 20 and figure out my capabilities, we'll figure out how to approach the government, if we even need to. We'll see what they know. For now, I have a few days before my first dungeon run. I'll continue studying the spellbook and gathering supplies, getting everything in order."

"I'm going back to my office," Robert announced, rising to his feet, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. "You kids should head to your rooms and think about all of this. Process it in your own way. We'll talk more at dinner. And Richard," he added, holding out his hand, "give me that book back. I need to study."

Richard reluctantly handed over the spellbook, a pout marring his face, his earlier excitement momentarily dimmed by the prospect of being separated from the source of such fascinating knowledge. He knew, however, that his dad needed it more.

Chapter 12

The pronouncement landed like a physical weight, a palpable pressure that seemed to steal the very air from their lungs. The news, delivered with such unexpected gravity, hung in the silence, a suffocating presence that enveloped the entire household. Each member of the family, in their own distinct way, retreated into the solitary confines of their thoughts, seeking refuge from the storm that had suddenly erupted within their previously tranquil lives.

Their minds, once occupied with the mundane concerns of everyday existence, now raced uncontrollably, grappling with the enormity of the change, the daunting uncertainty of a future that had been irrevocably altered. The familiar tapestry of their lives had been unraveled, leaving them adrift in a sea of anxieties, hopes, and fears.

Richard, with his innate predilection for strategic thinking, his mind a complex and intricate network of possibilities, immediately began to construct elaborate plans, weaving intricate webs of contingencies, his thoughts a whirlwind of potential challenges and meticulously crafted solutions. He paced his room, a restless energy consuming him, his lips moving silently as he formulated and discarded countless scenarios.

John, ever the pragmatist, his feet firmly planted on the ground of reality, focused his attention on the immediate, tangible consequences of the impending changes. He meticulously assessed the logistical hurdles, the practical adjustments that would be required to navigate this new and unfamiliar terrain. His mind, a precisely calibrated instrument, worked methodically, calculating resources, prioritizing tasks, and anticipating needs.

He envisioned the coming months as a series of interconnected challenges, each requiring a specific and carefully considered response. Lists began to form in his head, mental inventories of supplies, skills, and potential obstacles. He saw himself as the family's quartermaster, responsible for ensuring their survival and well-being in this new, uncharted territory. Stacey, the youngest, still teetering on the cusp of adolescence, sought solace in the familiar comfort of her bedroom, her heart aching with a premature sense of loss, a grief for the innocence that had been so abruptly snatched away.

The world, once a safe and predictable haven, now loomed large and menacing, filled with shadows and uncertainties. The sudden intrusion of adult concerns, the shattering of her carefree existence, weighed heavily upon her young shoulders, a burden she was not yet equipped to bear. She curled up on her bed, clutching a worn teddy bear, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear, confusion, and a deep, unsettling sadness.

As the day bled into evening, a peculiar and almost palpable atmosphere of anticipation settled over the house, a strange and contradictory blend of emotions. It was a potent cocktail, a mixture of the intoxicating allure of a grand, albeit perilous, adventure, the chilling apprehension of confronting unknown dangers lurking in the shadows, and the tantalizing glimmer of potentially extraordinary rewards that lay just beyond the horizon.

This volatile combination of fear and excitement both invigorated and unnerved them, creating a sense of heightened awareness, a feeling that they were teetering on the precipice of something monumental, something that would forever alter the course of their lives. They were bound together by this shared experience, this collective plunge into the unknown.

Following a dinner characterized by strained silences and forced attempts at normalcy, Robert, the steadfast patriarch of the family, his face etched with a newfound gravity and determination, gathered his loved ones in the living room, the familiar heart of their home. He announced, his voice resonating with the weight of his responsibility and the profound implications of his words, the urgent need for a frank and open discussion about their future, a future that had been irrevocably transformed.

He outlined a meticulously crafted plan, a strategy developed in close collaboration with his advanced AI companion, Hal, a plan that revolved around the acquisition of skills and the creation and strategic utilization of enchanted, magical items.

These artifacts, he explained with unwavering conviction, would be their lifeline, their source of both protection and prosperity in this new and unpredictable reality. He spoke of a world beyond their comprehension, a world of dungeons and magic, a world where ones very survival would depend on their adaptability, their courage, and their willingness to embrace the extraordinary.

Robert patiently and thoroughly addressed John's inherently pragmatic questions regarding the practicalities of replenishing the magical energy within these artifacts. He introduced the concept of mana stones, explaining that they were essentially self-contained reservoirs of potent magical energy, capable of recharging the enchanted items, acting as conduits for the very essence of magic.

He meticulously detailed the strategic prioritization of crafting both defensive and healing items, unveiling the existence of a remarkably powerful Tier 4 healing artifact, a legendary object capable of feats previously relegated to the realm of myth and fantasy, including the miraculous regeneration of lost limbs.

He emphasized, however, that such extraordinary power inevitably attracted unwanted attention, drawing those who would seek to exploit it for their own nefarious purposes. Therefore, he stressed the paramount importance of also creating robust defensive items, shields against the dangers that lurked in this new world. He also spoke about self defense training, and teaching Sara more medical knowledge.

The conversation then shifted to the crucial and unavoidable topic of their financial stability. Robert, with characteristic forthrightness, acknowledged the necessity of resigning from his current employment, explaining that his time and energy would be entirely consumed by the demands of this new reality. He reassured them, however, that their immediate financial needs were relatively modest and could be readily met through the acquisition of silver and gold coins within the dungeons, the very environments that held both peril and promise.

He further explained that these coins could be easily exchanged for conventional currency, providing a sustainable income until they could establish a more formal and lucrative arrangement with the government. He expressed unwavering confidence that the government, recognizing the unique value of their skills and the artifacts they would acquire, would be more than willing to compensate them handsomely for their services and the invaluable intelligence they would gather.

The following morning, the house was enveloped in an almost palpable silence, a stark and jarring contrast to the usual vibrant symphony of morning activity. The children, normally brimming with youthful energy and boisterous enthusiasm, were visibly subdued, their faces reflecting a complex mixture of apprehension, confusion, and a nascent fear of the unknown. The weight of their new reality had settled upon them, a tangible burden that stifled their usual exuberance.

Richard, his voice barely above a whisper, questioned the absolute certainty of this radical departure from their previous lives, while John, ever practical, focused on the immediate logistical details, even questioning the necessity of attending school.

Robert, however, remained steadfast in his conviction that maintaining their daily routines, as much as was feasible, was of paramount importance. He believed that this semblance of normalcy, however fragile, would serve as an anchor, grounding them amidst the turbulent sea of change that threatened to engulf them, before turning to Hal to gain more personal insight into the challenges ahead.

One crucial aspect to understand about the System, is its unwavering nature. It is strict, uncompromising, and at times, brutally frank, but ultimately, it operates on a principle of fairness.

The first floor of the Dungeon will present a relatively low level of challenge. You can anticipate encountering creatures such as rats, slimes, or perhaps other small, relatively harmless fauna. The duration of your exploration there should be brief, likely encompassing only three or four chambers – a concise introductory experience designed to acclimate you to the realities of the Dungeon.

Robert considered this, a slight furrow in his brow. "So, my current capabilities should be more than adequate? While acquiring a few additional spells might be beneficial, my existing proficiency with basic weaponry and my current spell repertoire should suffice for this initial foray."

Indeed, in all honesty, you possess sufficient strength to defeat any entity on the first floor with a strategically placed kick. However, I believe the true significance of the first floor lies not in the combat experience, but rather in the access it grants to the System's shop. This will provide you with a valuable opportunity to thoroughly assess your immediate and future needs, allowing you to formulate a comprehensive plan for your progression.

Robert's interest piqued. "Will the shop's inventory be subject to change? Will items appear and disappear randomly?"

The inventory will evolve, but it will expand rather than contract. While certain items might be unique and available only for a limited time, the majority will remain consistently stocked unless purchased. This feature is designed to facilitate long-term strategic planning, allowing you to save resources for desired acquisitions without the fear of them vanishing unexpectedly.

Robert nodded slowly, absorbing this information. "That's reassuring. So, if I encounter, say, a Tier 2 Spell Book, I can confidently save up the necessary currency, knowing it will remain available until I'm able to purchase it?"

Precisely

"Alright," Robert said, a sense of resolve solidifying within him. "In that case, I'll conserve my skill points for the time being. Is there an expedited method for acquiring more?"

You can accrue skill points through leveling up, achieving specific titles, and completing designated feats. However, I am currently restricted from providing detailed guidance on the specific requirements for obtaining these accolades.

Robert sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Back to the grind, it seems." With that, he opened his well-worn spellbook, its pages filled with arcane knowledge, and immersed himself in study.

Several hours later, Sara's gentle voice broke through his concentration. "Lunchtime," she announced, entering his office with a warm smile. He looked up, momentarily disoriented, the transition from the arcane world of his spellbook to the mundane reality of his home a jarring one. "I could certainly eat," he admitted, realizing he had been lost in his studies. "Reading, it appears, is a surprisingly energy-intensive activity." He followed Sara to the dining room, the familiar scent of home-cooked food a welcome comfort.

As he took his seat at the table, Sara placed a freshly made sandwich before him. "So," she began, her voice laced with a mixture of apprehension and forced cheerfulness, "a new day dawns, and yet, everything appears deceptively… normal. This is all truly happening, isn't it, Robert?"

"Yes, my love, it is," Robert replied, his tone somber, reflecting the weight of their new reality. He reached across the table, gently taking her hand. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you by my side." Sara squeezed his hand, offering a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine, Robert. You are, without a doubt, the strongest and most capable person I know. Now, tell me, when is your inaugural… expedition planned?" "Tomorrow, I believe," Robert answered. "Hal assures me that the first floor presents minimal danger, so insignificant, in fact, that I could theoretically 'kick' my way through it."

Sara's expression, however, remained serious, her brow furrowed with concern. "Don't underestimate it, Robert," she cautioned.

"Approach it as if it were exceedingly dangerous, even if it isn't. Overconfidence can be a fatal flaw." Robert nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in her words. "You're absolutely right," he conceded. "I apologize. My intention was to reassure you, but I see now that it was misguided." "Just return to me safely, Robert," Sara said softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and fear. "That's all that matters."

After lunch, Robert returned to the solitude of his office, resuming his intense study of the spellbook. The demands of his day job, however, intruded, forcing him to pause several times to answer urgent work calls and participate in virtual meetings. He also managed to submit a formal request for a leave of absence for the following day, a precursor to his eventual resignation. Later that afternoon, as the children returned home from school, he reluctantly concluded his work for the day and rejoined his family.

"After tomorrow," he explained, "I'll have a much clearer understanding of the overall situation, the potential rewards, and my earning capacity. Once I have that information, I'll be able to submit my formal notice. I feel a profound sense of guilt about this, as I won't be able to provide the customary two-week notice. My focus must, unfortunately, shift entirely to training and preparation, leaving no time for my office responsibilities."

John, ever the pragmatist, offered a wry, forced laugh. "Well, on the bright side, Father, you won't be needing them as a reference for future employment." Robert managed a weak smile. "That's a valid point, though the guilt persists. The fortunate aspect is that my team is exceptionally well-trained and capable of functioning effectively without my direct supervision for the period it will take to find a suitable replacement. Nevertheless, I can't shake this feeling of letting them down."

Sara interjected, her voice firm but supportive. "I understand your sentiments, Robert, but you must prioritize your own safety and well-being at this juncture. You mentioned that the initial stages of the Dungeon are relatively easy, but how long will that remain the case?"

"I anticipate that the lower levels, perhaps the first few floors, will be manageable, possibly for a week or so," Robert replied. "After that, I will undoubtedly need to dedicate significant effort to enhancing my skills and acquiring more potent spells." "Then there you have it," Sara stated decisively. "Your company will endure a few extra meetings for your supervisor. You, on the other hand, cannot afford to make any mistakes. Express your sincere apologies, but explain that you have no other option." "I know you're right," Robert conceded, his voice heavy with resignation. "It's a difficult decision, but it's the only one I can make.

Following that, my focus will shift entirely to intensive training and the acquisition of more powerful spells. I'm hoping to locate, or perhaps purchase, a Tier 2 spellbook soon to significantly augment my magical capabilities. I'm also optimistic that the System will offer skill books related to enchanting, to provide me with a solid foundation in that crucial area. The introductory book I received covered the fundamental principles, but it lacked a substantial collection of practical blueprints."

"What time are you planning to depart tomorrow, Father?" Richard inquired, his voice filled with a mixture of anxiety and morbid curiosity. "Likely immediately after you all leave for school," Robert replied. "I anticipate returning well before you do."

Stacey's voice, small and filled with trepidation, broke the momentary silence. "I'm sorry, Dad, but we won't be attending school tomorrow. We won't be able to concentrate on our studies while you're undertaking your first… run." Robert looked at his daughter, his heart aching for her fear. "I understand your concern, Stacey," he said gently. "You may stay home from school tomorrow, but that's the only exception. Now, all of you, please focus on your homework. I'll see you at dinner."

After dinner the family all spen some time together, before they all went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

Chapter 13

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air as Robert entered the kitchen, finding his family already gathered around the breakfast table. A mixture of apprehension and forced cheerfulness hung in the atmosphere, a fragile attempt to maintain normalcy in the face of the extraordinary. He offered them a reassuring smile, though he knew it couldn't fully mask the weight of the impending task. "Morning, everyone," he said, taking his seat. "So, Hal," he addressed the unseen System AI, "when exactly do we get this show on the road?"

Whenever you deem yourself prepared, Robert. However, do bear in mind that you are required to complete two dungeon runs within this week. Procrastination is not advisable.

Robert nodded, relaying the information to his family. "Sounds like we shouldn't put this off any longer. I think I'll get changed, gather my gear, and head out right after we finish breakfast," he announced.

Stacey, her eyes wide with worry, immediately piped up, "Be careful, Daddy, please." Her voice was small, laced with a vulnerability that tugged at Robert's heart. "I will be, sweetheart, I promise," he reassured her, forcing a confident tone. "Honestly, I'm not overly concerned about this initial run. It's supposed to be relatively low-risk, a chance to get my bearings." He tried to project an air of calm assurance, though a knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach.

After they had finished eating, Robert retreated to his bedroom, the familiar space now feeling strangely alien, a relic of a life that was rapidly changing. He exchanged his comfortable morning attire for sturdy denim jeans and a heavy, long-sleeved shirt, practical clothing suitable for rough terrain. He laced up his well-worn hiking boots, their familiar weight grounding him.

From the back of his closet, he retrieved his hunting knife, a reliable tool he'd owned for years, and secured it to his belt. The cold steel against his hip was a stark reminder of the potential dangers ahead. Finally, he focused his thoughts, mentally transferring his well-stocked backpack to his System Inventory. He'd recently managed to level up the Inventory skill to Level 2, granting him an additional 15 slots – a significant increase in capacity.

He was confident he could reach Level 3 before his next required run, and with dedicated effort, even Level 4 before the week was up. The thought of that deadline, a looming specter, sent a shiver down his spine. He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the immediate task. After a final moment of reflection, a mental checklist of his preparations, he left the room.

He found his family assembled in the den, their faces a mixture of anxiety and forced smiles. The unspoken fear hung heavy in the air. "Alright," Robert said, trying to inject a note of brisk efficiency into his voice. "I believe I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this over with." Stacey rushed forward, throwing her arms around him in a fierce hug. "Please, please come back safe, Daddy," she pleaded, her voice muffled against his chest. "I will, princess," Robert promised, his voice thick with emotion.

He held her tight, savoring the feel of her small arms around him, a tangible connection to the life he was fighting to protect. He then embraced his sons, exchanging firm handshakes and nods of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the shared burden they now carried. Finally, he turned to Sara, his wife, his anchor. He pulled her close, kissing her deeply, a wordless expression of love and a silent plea for strength. "Okay, Hal, let's do this," Robert said, stepping back from Sara. "Walk me through the procedure."

When you give the signal, I will initiate the dungeon entry sequence. A portal will manifest at your designated location. It will remain open only long enough for you to pass through, and it is exclusive to your use – no one else may enter. Upon your return, the portal will reappear in the exact same location, so it is imperative that the area remains unobstructed.

Robert relayed this information to his family, his voice calm and measured. "So, Hal will create the portal in that corner," he said, pointing to an empty space along the far wall. "Only I can go through it, and it'll disappear as soon as I'm inside. It'll reappear in the same spot when I'm finished, so everyone, *please* stay clear of that area." He looked at each of them in turn, ensuring they understood the instructions.

Taking one last, lingering look at his family, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and hope, Robert nodded to Hal. A soft, ethereal blue glow began to emanate from the designated corner, steadily intensifying. The air shimmered, and then, with a subtle distortion of reality, a portal materialized – a tear in the fabric of space-time, just large enough for a person to pass through.

It pulsed with a gentle, otherworldly light, a gateway to the unknown. With a final, silent farewell to his loved ones, Robert stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest, and crossed the threshold. The portal vanished behind him, leaving no trace of its existence.

He found himself standing in a small, enclosed chamber, its walls constructed of smooth, white bricks that radiated a faint, cool light. The room was stark and minimalist, a perfect square measuring no more than fifteen feet on each side. A single, unadorned door stood directly opposite him, and to his left, a small, waist-high pedestal held a glowing, crystalline orb. The air was still and silent, devoid of any discernible scent.

"Welcome to Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1," a voice announced, seemingly emanating from the very walls themselves. The voice was different from Hal's, possessing a more formal, almost mechanical tone.

Robert blinked, slightly taken aback. "Wow, okay, that's a mouthful. I'm definitely not going to remember that designation," he said, a hint of wry humor in his voice. "Could we perhaps... shorten it? Maybe call it 'The Training Dungeon'?"

"Dungeon Label set to 'The Training Dungeon'," the voice replied without hesitation. A moment later, a subtle chime echoed through the chamber, and a notification appeared before Robert's eyes

Title Awarded: First Delver

A smile appeared on his lips. "Thank you Hal."

While I would like to take credit, that was the dungeon AI

"So this dungeon has it's own AI?" Robert asked

Yes, AIs manage all aspects of the system. This is the landing room. It is a safe space unique to each floor. Nothing can enter here except you. Take all the time you need to prepare before proceeding to the next room. The orb on the pedestal is the System Store Interface. Simply touch it to access it.

Intrigued, Robert approached the glowing orb, his curiosity piqued. He reached out and gently placed his hand on its smooth, cool surface.

'The Training Dungeon' System Shop Interface

Option | Description
Show Inventory | Display a list of available items in this store
Make Purchase | Buy an item(s) from this store
Sell Item | Sell an item(s) to this store
Use Tokens | Use store tokens to make a purchase.

"So, just to clarify," Robert began, addressing Hal as he continued to examine the glowing orb, "this System Store will actually purchase items from me? I can offload unwanted gear or materials here?" He wanted to be absolutely certain of the mechanics before he started experimenting.

That is correct, Robert. The System Store provides a mechanism for you to sell items directly. However, I must caution you: the prices offered within the dungeon environment will be considerably lower than what you might obtain through conventional trading outside the System. Think of it primarily as a convenient way to declutter your inventory and free up space, rather than a viable strategy for generating substantial profit. It's a matter of convenience over maximizing value.

"Understood," Robert replied, absorbing the information. It made sense; the System wasn't designed to be a get-rich-quick scheme, at least not through this particular avenue. "Convenience, not profit. Got it." He mentally filed away that crucial detail. With that clarified, Robert turned his full attention back to the orb. "Alright then," he said with a renewed sense of purpose, "let's see what treasures this shop has to offer." His fingers danced lightly over the orb's surface, and a shimmering, holographic interface sprang to life before him, displaying a categorized list of items available for purchase – the inventory of the System Store.

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Small Healing Potion
1
common
10 copper
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 10 health.

Basic Starter Blade Package
1
common
1 Token
Contains a common dagger and a common shortsword.

Basic Starter Armor Package

1
common
1 Token
Contains a common leather chest piece, a leather helmet, and leather pants.

Starter Skill Token Package
1
common
1 Token
This package contains 2 basic skill tokens.

"Not much, but enough to start," Robert commented. "Those skill tokens are a nice touch."

Correct. I think the System is being generous. Use those tokens now. Common-tier tokens probably won't be as valuable later on.

Robert agreed and spent his three tokens on the starter packages.

Purchase Complete:

1 common dagger

1 common shortsword

1 common leather chest piece

1 common leather pants

1 common leather helmet

2 basic skill tokens

Robert equipped the armor and strapped the shortsword to his belt. "Time to continue," he said.

He approached the door and swung it open. A long hallway stretched out before him, leading to a dimly lit room. Robert stepped into the corridor, his eyes scanning the darkness. As he reached the end of the hallway, he cast a light spell into the room. A cacophony of screeches erupted as three large rats charged towards him. Robert drew his sword and prepared to meet the onslaught. With a swift strike, he felled the first rat.

Sword Strike: Tier 1 Sword Skill, Level 2 Short Sword Skill, +7 to attack chance, success, target hit. Damage applied base 5, bonus from skill 3, size difference 4, total damage 12, target killed

Quest Complete!

The notification flashed before his eyes, detailing the attack. Before he could fully react, the second rat lunged, biting his leg.

User attacked by Lart Common Rat, small size bonus +2, speed bonus +2 user distracted +2, chance to hit +6, user hit. Base damage 2, tier 1, total damage 3, user hit for 3 health.

"Hal, turn off those notifications!" Robert exclaimed, hopping back.

Confirmed.

Regaining his composure, Robert intercepted the third rat's attack and dispatched it with a swift blow. He then turned to finish off the second rat.

Combat complete:
Targets Killed:
3 Level 1 Common Large Rats killed (10 exp*3), total 30 experience.
Skills used:
Bladed Weapons: +3 exp
Short Swords: +2 exp

"Okay, Hal, that could have gone better. Let's keep the combat notifications to the bare minimum, please."

Notification settings adjusted

"So, what's next? Do I loot these things, search the room, or keep going?" Robert asked.

Always loot your kills, you never know what you might find. Simply touch the body and think 'loot.' While rats aren't worth much, you can learn skills to break down creatures more efficiently, obtaining valuable materials like skins, pelts, and other parts. The loot function is just a basic starting point.

Robert approached the first rat and looted it, receiving a single copper coin. He repeated the process with the other two rats. After a quick search of the room, he found nothing of interest except a new hallway leading deeper into the dungeon. With a determined look, Robert stepped into the unknown.

Chapter 14

Robert pressed onward, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit hallway that stretched out before him like a maw leading into the unknown. He reached the threshold of the next chamber and, with a murmured incantation and a flick of his wrist, cast a 'Minor Illumination' spell, flooding the room with a soft, white light.

The sudden brilliance revealed a horrifying sight: a pack of oversized rats, their eyes gleaming with feral hunger, their high-pitched squeals piercing the silence as they surged towards him in a wave of fur and teeth. Reacting instantly, Robert channeled his earth magic, shaping the raw energy into a dense, 'Lesser Bullet of Earth' that hurtled towards the lead rat with brutal force.

The projectile struck true, impacting with a sickening thud and sending the creature sprawling lifelessly to the stone floor. Before the others could close the distance, he followed up with a 'Lesser Bullet of Fire', but his aim was slightly off, the fiery missile narrowly missing its intended target and impacting harmlessly against the far wall.

Undeterred, Robert swiftly recast the fire spell, his focus unwavering, and this time, the burning projectile found its mark, incinerating one of the remaining rodents in a flash of searing heat. As he was casting, one rat had gotten through his defenses. Drawing his hunting knife with practiced ease, He parried a set of teeth. another set sank into his leg. Robert parried the first set, his blade deflecting a vicious bite aimed at his hand. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the second rat, but felt teeth sink into his leg. Gritting his teeth, He finished off the rat in front of him.

He then turned to the one gnawing on him. A swift, decisive thrust of his blade silenced the last remaining rat, ending the immediate threat. The chamber fell silent, save for Robert's own ragged breathing and the faint crackling of embers where the fire spell had impacted. He surveyed the scene, the bodies of the five oversized rodents littering the floor. With a sigh, he methodically looted the corpses, adding a paltry sum of eight copper coins to his meager purse – a small reward for a surprisingly brutal encounter.

Shaking his head at the underwhelming spoils, he moved on, stepping cautiously into the next corridor, the darkness beckoning him deeper into the dungeon's depths. He allowed a moment of peace to wash over, before speaking, "So, Hal, overall assessment? How am I performing so far?" He tried to keep his voice light, masking the lingering throb in his leg and the underlying unease that gnawed at him.

Not a disastrous performance, all things considered, however, I must inquire as to your defensive strategy, or rather, the apparent lack thereof. You sustained unnecessary damage during that encounter, a wound that could have been easily avoided with the proactive application of a relatively simple protective spell. Why did you choose to engage in direct combat without first establishing any form of magical defense?

Prudence dictates prioritizing personal safety, especially in an environment as unpredictable as a dungeon. A preemptive shield, even a minor one, could have significantly mitigated the risk.

Robert paused mid-stride, a wave of self-recrimination washing over him as Hal's words sank in. He slapped his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Damn it," he muttered, chiding himself, "I completely blanked on the defensive spells. What an utterly idiotic oversight."

He mentally berated himself for his carelessness, a rookie mistake that could have had serious consequences. With a renewed sense of focus, he quickly summoned his System Spell Sheet, his eyes scanning the list of available spells, making a silent vow to prioritize defensive measures in future encounters.

He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. As he reached the threshold of the third room, he took a moment to prepare, his earlier recklessness replaced with a cautious approach. He first murmured the incantation for 'Minor Shield of Air,' feeling the familiar sensation of swirling air currents forming a protective barrier around him.

Then to top off his health he added the words of 'Valicar's Light Touch of Healing' on himself. He inhaled deeply, centering himself, and then, with another whispered incantation, cast 'Minor Illumination' into the chamber, bathing the space in a revealing light, ready to face whatever awaited him.

Two distinct groups of three rats each scurried out from opposite corners of the room, their beady eyes glinting menacingly in the sudden brightness. Robert reacted with practiced efficiency, launching a volley of three 'Lesser Bullets of Earth' at the group on his right, while simultaneously drawing his hunting knife and closing the distance with the rats on his left, prepared to engage them in close-quarters combat.

The ensuing battle was a whirlwind of motion and magic, but thanks to his preemptive defensive measures, it was remarkably brief and one-sided. He emerged victorious, completely unscathed, the six rats lying lifeless on the stone floor.

A slight frown creased his forehead as he surveyed the scene. "Hal," he inquired, a hint of suspicion in his voice, "isn't this… well, isn't this a bit *too* easy? I mean, these are supposed to be training runs, but I'm barely breaking a sweat." He felt a growing sense of unease, a feeling that something wasn't quite right.

You are, quite literally, engaging in combat with rodents, Robert, large rodents, admittedly, but rodents nonetheless. While their size may be somewhat enhanced compared to their mundane counterparts, they still possess the inherent limitations of, well, *rats*. Their tactical prowess is hardly noteworthy.

This particular dungeon floor is a standard introductory scenario, meticulously designed to acclimate you to the fundamentals of combat and spellcasting within a controlled, relatively low-risk environment. It's a proving ground for basic skills, not a crucible of ultimate challenge.

However, do not allow this initial ease to lull you into a false sense of security. Complacency is a dangerous enemy. The difficulty will escalate progressively. Consider this a gentle introduction; the true challenges lie ahead.

"I suppose you're right," Robert acknowledged. "So, this was the third room. I'm guessing there are only a few more. This won't be a long dungeon floor."

Correct, Remember, this is just the beginning. The real tests lie ahead.

"Duly noted," Robert murmured, acknowledging Hal's advice and making a conscious effort to dispel any burgeoning complacency. He methodically looted the fallen rodents, collecting their meager offerings before proceeding down the seemingly endless hallway, the silence broken only by the rhythmic tap of his boots against the stone floor.

He reached the entrance to the next chamber, and, remembering his earlier oversight, he paused to recast 'Minor Shield of Air,' renewing the protective barrier of swirling wind currents around him – a precaution that had already proven its worth.

With another muttered incantation, he cast 'Floating Mage Light,' flooding the room with light and revealing the next challenge: two groups of four rats each, a noticeable increase in both number and, presumably, potential threat compared to the previous encounters.

He stuck to his now-established strategy, a combination of ranged magic and close-quarters combat. He unleashed a barrage of 'Lesser Bullets of Earth' at the group positioned on his right, while simultaneously charging towards the group on his left, his hunting knife held ready. As he closed the distance, a swift, darting strike from one of the rats glanced off his newly-cast shield, the impact jarring but ultimately harmless – a potent reminder that even these seemingly insignificant creatures could pose a danger if underestimated. The battle was short but furious, a flurry of spells and steel. Finally, with the last rat dispatched and silence returning to the chamber, Robert looted the bodies, adding their meager coins to his growing pouch.

He then paused, leaning against the wall for a moment, taking several deep breaths to regulate his breathing and calm his racing heart. "Hal," he inquired, a hint of weariness in his voice, "quick question: if I were to rest here for a short period, say, a minute or two, to regain my stamina, would these… *delightful*… rats respawn, forcing me to repeat this charming exercise?" The question was pragmatic, a consideration of resource management and efficient progression.

Respawns depend on the dungeon, for this training dungeon, they won't. Take your time and rest

"Valuable intel, indeed," Robert acknowledged, mentally filing away the information about the lack of immediate respawning for future reference; a small comfort, but a welcome one nonetheless. After allowing himself a brief respite, a few precious moments to catch his breath and gather his strength, he straightened up, pushing himself away from the wall and steeling his resolve for the next challenge. He proceeded into the connecting hallway, his senses heightened, anticipating another encounter with the dungeon's ubiquitous rodent population.

Reaching the entrance to the next chamber, he paused, performing his now-routine pre-combat ritual: a murmured incantation to re-cast 'Minor Shield of Air,' ensuring his protective barrier was at full strength. Then, taking a deep, steadying breath, he cast 'Floating Mage Light,' the spell banishing the darkness and revealing the scene within: not two, but *three* distinct groups of rats, a significant escalation in the threat level, their beady eyes gleaming with predatory hunger.

Robert reacted instantly, his training kicking in. He unleashed a rapid-fire barrage of 'Lesser Bullets of Earth,' his aim honed by previous encounters, decimating almost half of the assembled rodents before they could even close the distance. He then transitioned seamlessly to melee combat, drawing his hunting knife and moving with a surprising agility, weaving through the remaining rats, his blade a blur of silver.

Despite his proactive defense and swift attacks, he couldn't avoid all damage; several rats managed to land glancing blows, but his air shield held firm, absorbing the brunt of the impacts. Finally, after a frantic, heart-pounding skirmish, the last rat fell, silence descending once more upon the chamber.

Robert, leaning heavily against the wall, his chest heaving, his breath coming in ragged gasps, muttered, "Hal, that... that was significantly more intense than the previous encounters." The understatement was palpable; he was clearly feeling the strain of the escalating challenges.

Indeed, the difficulty increased substantially, but you performed admirably, Robert. You maintained your composure under pressure and secured a decisive victory.

While you sustained some minor damage, that's a natural consequence of engaging in combat, particularly given your current level of experience and skill mastery. With consistent practice and dedicated training, your efficiency and defensive capabilities will undoubtedly improve.

"That's true, I suppose," Robert replied, his voice still slightly breathy. "It's strange... logically, I knew I wasn't in any actual peril, but the adrenaline, the instinct... it still felt incredibly intense."

Combat is inherently stressful. Increased power and skill will make future battles of this scale easier to manage. For now, prioritize learning from each encounter and honing your techniques through practice. That is the path to mastery.

"That's a perspective I hadn't fully considered, but I suppose you're right," Robert conceded, acknowledging the wisdom in Hal's words. He leaned against the wall, taking a few more deep, steadying breaths. "Just give me a minute to collect myself, and then I'll press on. No use delaying the inevitable."

After allowing himself a short period of recuperation, a brief pause to regain his composure and let his heart rate return to normal, Robert pushed himself upright, a renewed sense of determination hardening his gaze. He ventured into the next hallway, the narrow passage leading him deeper into the dungeon's unknown depths.

As he reached the threshold of the next chamber, his hand instinctively went through motions, ready to renew, his now-routine pre-combat preparation: a whispered incantation to refresh the swirling winds of his 'Minor Shield of Air,' ensuring his defenses were at their peak. But before his hand moved, and he could utter the first syllable of the spell, Hal's voice resonated clearly in his mind, an unexpected interruption that brought him to a halt.

This will be the final room. Expect your hardest fight.

Robert, momentarily paused by Hal's interruption, took the opportunity to review his available spells, seeking a way to enhance his combat effectiveness. He decided to add a new layer to his pre-battle preparations, selecting 'Minor Increased Movement' from his repertoire, a spell designed to imbue him with a temporary burst of speed. He murmured the incantation, feeling a subtle surge of energy coursing through his limbs, a lightness in his step. Satisfied that he was as prepared as he could be, he stepped across the threshold and into the next chamber, simultaneously casting 'Floating Mage Light' to banish the darkness.

The sudden illumination revealed a truly daunting sight: four distinct groups of four rats each, a veritable horde of rodents, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger as they surged towards him in a unified wave of attack. This was, by far, the most significant challenge he had faced yet.

Reacting instantly, Robert unleashed a rapid-fire volley of 'Lesser Bullets of Earth,' his enhanced speed allowing him to cast and aim with remarkable swiftness. The projectiles slammed into the advancing rats, cutting a swathe of destruction through their ranks, eliminating roughly half of the monstrous rodents before they could even close the distance. Without missing a beat, he transitioned to melee combat, drawing his hunting knife and engaging the remaining rats, relying on his 'Minor Shield of Air' to deflect the inevitable attacks from the swarming creatures.

The battle was a blur of motion and violence, a desperate dance of survival. Despite his best efforts, his shield, weakened from blocking. began to waver, and two rats managed to slip past his defenses, sinking their teeth into his leg, sending jolts of pain through him. A third rat, emboldened by his momentary vulnerability, launched a desperate, leaping attack, catching Robert off guard and sending him stumbling backward, momentarily disrupting his balance.

The remaining rats seized the opportunity, swarming him with renewed ferocity. In a desperate, adrenaline-fueled frenzy, Robert fought back with primal intensity, parrying bites, deflecting claws, and landing a lucky, desperate blow that knocked one rat away. However, another rodent managed to latch onto his arm, its sharp teeth piercing his flesh, causing a searing wave of pain. Gritting his teeth against the agony, Robert, with a surge of raw strength born of desperation, punched the rat clinging to his arm, dislodging it with a sickening crunch. Seizing the momentary reprieve, he instantly channeled his magic, forming and unleashing a 'Lesser Bullet of Earth' at point-blank range, obliterating the creature. He followed it up immediately with a second, aimed at the last remaining rat, finally ending the brutal encounter.

Level Up!

Robert, his chest heaving, his breath coming in ragged gasps, slowly sank to the floor, the adrenaline-fueled frenzy giving way to exhaustion and the throbbing pain in his arm and leg. He leaned heavily against the cold stone wall, his body trembling with exertion. "That... that was far too close," he muttered, his voice strained, the words barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "I need to get *significantly* better. That level of performance is simply unacceptable." The self-criticism was harsh, but honest; he knew he had made mistakes, relied too much on brute force and not enough on strategy and preparation.

After several long moments, allowing his breathing to return to something approaching normal and the shaking in his limbs to subside, he focused his will, murmuring the incantation for 'Valicar's Light Touch of Healing,' directing the restorative magic towards the gnawing pain in his arm.

He felt the familiar warmth spread through his injured limb, the tissues knitting themselves back together. Once the healing was complete, he pushed himself to his feet, his legs still slightly unsteady. He surveyed the chamber, now eerily silent save for the dripping of water somewhere in the distance. The room was clear of immediate threats, the only remaining feature of note being a simple, wooden chest resting in the far corner.

He methodically looted the sixteen rat corpses, collecting their meager spoils, before turning his attention to the chest, a flicker of anticipation stirring within him – a potential reward for his harrowing ordeal.

Well done, Robert, that was a tough fight, but you persevered. Once you open the chest, the portal home will appear.

Opening the chest Robert was greeted by the dungeon's AI

Dungeon run complete: Uncommon chest awarded.

Chest contains:

One skill book (Aikido)

Five silver coins

Two basic skill tokens

One Uncommon Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

With that the chest vanished, replaced by a shimmering portal. As Robert stepped through the portal he received one final notice:

Quest Complete!

Chapter 15

A surge of energy, exhilarating and potent, coursed through Robert as he stepped through the shimmering portal, back into the familiar confines of his home. The crisp, clean air filled his lungs, a stark contrast to the stale, damp atmosphere of the dungeon. The now-familiar "Level Up!" notification flashed before his eyes, a testament to his victory, but the sense of triumph was quickly overshadowed by a much more heartwarming sensation.

Two tiny arms, strong with the fierce love of a child, wrapped themselves around his legs in a vice-like grip. "Daddy, you're back!" Stacey's cheerful voice, filled with unadulterated joy, rang out, instantly melting away the lingering tension from the dungeon. "My little princess," Robert chuckled, his voice thick with emotion as he reached down and ruffled her hair. He looked around, realizing the rest of his family wasn't immediately there.

"I'm back, and I'm alright. Where's everyone else? Did they forget about their old man?" "Mommy's in the shower," Stacey explained, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "and the boys are..." Her explanation was cut short as John and Richard, alerted by the commotion, burst into the room, their faces lighting up at the sight of their father. "Dad! You're really back!" John exclaimed, his usual reserved demeanor cracking to reveal pure, unadulterated relief.

"Yes, I'm back," Robert confirmed, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. The relief of returning home, the joy of seeing his children, the lingering adrenaline from the dungeon - it was almost overwhelming. "I've finished the first floor. Let's wait for your mother, and then we can talk about it, okay? I have a lot to tell you." He headed towards the bathroom suite, his heart swelling with a profound sense of gratitude.

"Honey, I'm back," he called out to Sara, his voice echoing slightly in the tiled space. "Give me a minute," Sara replied, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. Turning around to head back to the kids, Robert only took a few steps before he was enveloped in a tight, almost desperate hug. Sara, wrapped in a towel, her hair damp, clung to him as if he might disappear.

"You made it back," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, her body pressed against his. The fear and worry she had been holding back for days poured out in that single, heartfelt embrace. A warm smile spread across Robert's face, and he held her close, savoring the feeling of her in his arms. "Yes, I did," he murmured, burying his face in her hair. "But we should probably get out of the bathroom. The kids are waiting, and they're probably bursting with questions."

“The kids will wait a minute,” Sara murmured, pulling Robert into a passionate kiss, her earlier worry replaced by a surge of affection. She lingered for a moment, her eyes, filled with a mix of relief and lingering worry, softening as she gazed at him. “I was so worried,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. After a much-needed moment with Sara, clinging to the normalcy and love it represented, Robert returned to the living room.

The kids were excitedly chattering, their earlier apprehension replaced by a flurry of questions and observations. He sat down on the couch, instantly becoming the center of their attention. "So," he asked, a playful twinkle in his eye, "what do you want to talk about, kids? What burning questions do you have for your old, dungeon-delving dad?" John, ever the eager one, his mind always racing, immediately piped up. “So, what did you see? What did you do? What did you fight? Tell us everything!"

Robert leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face, and began to recount his adventure. He painted a vivid picture of the dungeon floor he had just explored, describing the echoing, torch-lit corridors, the chilling dampness, and the monstrous creatures he had encountered. He spoke of the challenges he had faced, the strategic battles he had fought, and the close calls that had left his heart pounding. As he spoke, he could see the wonder and fear reflected in their eyes, their imaginations running wild with his descriptions, their concern for him evident.

When he finished, a flurry of questions erupted. “You fought rats?" John asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice, clearly unimpressed. "Even I could fight rats! Did you find any loot?” “Yes, rats,” Robert replied, a chuckle escaping his lips, "but rats the size of small dogs. And lots of them, all at once. Imagine a whole horde of them, rushing at you in the dark."

“Gross," Stacey exclaimed, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "No more talk about rats, Dad. Please." "As for loot," Robert continued, pulling out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, their dull gleam reflecting the lamplight, "just coins. Not much value here, unfortunately. But I did find a chest at the end, hidden away in a corner. Inside was a skill book."

“A skill book?" Richard asked, his eyes widening with interest. "What does it do? What kind of skill?" “It teaches me Aikido,” Robert answered, holding up the worn leather-bound book. “Aikido?” Stacey asked, tilting her head. “What’s that?” “It’s a type of martial art,” Robert explained. “A way of fighting, but also a way of moving, of using your body.

I’ll probably learn it and then teach you all. It's all about using your opponent's energy against them. I also got a few more Skill Points, so I might be able to level up my teaching skill to Tier 3, which will let me teach you guys even better." With that, Robert decided to put the excitement of his return behind him and spent the rest of the day just relaxing with his family, savoring their company, and recharging after his ordeal.

The following morning, Robert woke up early, his mind buzzing with the possibilities that the new skill book presented. He retreated to his home office, a quiet sanctuary where he could focus without distraction. As he opened the book, a prompt appeared before his eyes, asking if he wanted to spend a skill point to learn the skill within. He selected "yes," and a surge of knowledge flooded his mind, a torrent of information washing over him.

Images flashed before his eyes: graceful movements, precise strikes, and effective defenses, all flowing together in a seamless dance of motion. He saw bodies twisting, turning, redirecting force. Aikido, he realized, was more than just a martial art. It was a philosophy, a way of life. It emphasized harmony, balance, and the use of an opponent's force against them, a principle that resonated deeply with him.

General Skill - Martial Arts Unlocked, Subskill Aikido Learned.

The notification confirmed his understanding. Eager to put this new knowledge into practice, he headed out to the backyard, the cool morning air crisp against his skin. As he moved through the forms, practicing the graceful, flowing movements of Aikido, he felt a sense of peace settle over him, a sense of power tempered by control.

His family watched from the window, a mix of amusement and admiration on their faces. "Honey, that was... impressive," Sara said, a teasing twinkle in her eye, as he finished his practice. John and Stacey, however, were less impressed. "Mom, really?" John groaned, rolling his eyes. "Sorry, kids," Sara chuckled, ruffling John's hair. "Just a little too much excitement for this early in the morning." Robert laughed as he headed back inside, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, honey," he said, grinning. "Later, I'll show you some more moves, maybe teach you a few."

"Gross!" the kids chorused, their faces scrunched up in mock disgust, a playful end to the morning's training. While continuing to laugh, Robert told them he was headed back into his office to look into using his stat points from his level up. He needed a clear head for that.

He decided to allocate one stat point to Intelligence, bringing it up to match his Wisdom, creating a balance that felt right. Another point went to Dexterity, to enhance his newly acquired martial arts prowess, to make his movements sharper, more fluid. Finishing that up, he looked at his Skill Points. He had three basic and four Unlocked points, which would be enough to get his teaching up to the next tier.

Making his decision, he focused his will, channeling the points into upgrading his Teaching skill. He invested three points, elevating it to Tier 3, Level 4, a satisfied hum resonating within him as he felt the skill solidify, growing stronger. Robert took a deep breath, his fingers drumming on the desk, a nervous energy thrumming through him. He'd leveled up his Teaching skill, and now came the true test, the one that made him the most apprehensive. "Hal," he asked his AI companion, his voice low, "how do I use this on John? How do I transfer this knowledge?"

Think about the knowledge you want to transfer. Call him in, and I'll guide you through it.

A knot formed in Robert's stomach. This wasn't just teaching anymore. This was rewriting his son's mind, imprinting knowledge directly onto his consciousness. "John," he called out, his voice slightly strained, "can you come here for a second?" John entered, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a flicker of curiosity, sensing the seriousness in his father's tone. "Yeah, Dad? What's up?"

Go ahead and place one of your hands on John's head. Once you are ready focus on teaching him the skill. Let John know it will feel strange and will probably give him a headache.

Repeating what Hal had said, Robert placed a hand on John's head, the touch feeling strangely unnatural, almost invasive. "Just relax and focus," he instructed, his voice low and steady. "It might feel a little...strange. Hal says you might get a headache." John closed his eyes, a trusting smile on his face, completely unaware of the monumental process about to begin. Robert took a deep breath and channeled the knowledge, picturing equations and formulas, the building blocks of Algebra, flowing from his mind into his son's.

You are attempting to grant the Subskill Algebra to a Non-System User.
This is not recommended.
Repeated use of this ability can cause harm to the recipient.
Do you wish to continue (Yes/No)?

He gritted his teeth, his resolve hardening, and mentally pressed "Yes." Nothing seemed to happen for a moment, the silence stretching, then John suddenly tensed up, his body going rigid. A moment later, he started to shake, a soft groan escaping his lips, a single tear forming in the corner of his closed eye.

Transfer complete.
Non-System User John Williams has been given the following Skill
Mathematics at Tier 1 Level 3
Subskill Algebra at Level 3.

Robert took his hand off John's head, his own hand trembling slightly. John slumped to the ground as if his strings had been cut, his face pale, his breathing shallow. "John? Are you alright?" Robert asked, his voice laced with worry, fear gripping his heart. Had he pushed too far? John opened his eyes, a grimace forming on his face, his hand going to his head. "Yeah, I think so," he said, his voice weak. "But...wow. That felt like someone crammed an entire textbook into my head, all at once. My head is pounding."

That should be the worst time for him The issue was you imparted a skill and a subskill; he was hit twice as hard. I'd give him at least 3 weeks before you try another one.

"It seems I made a mistake," Robert admitted, his voice filled with regret. "I should've just transferred the Math skill first. By going straight for Algebra, the system had to grant the general Math skill first. That was a bit much, all at once. Too much information." He turned to John, his voice full of concern. "Hal says we need to wait at least three weeks before attempting another skill transfer. We'll let your mind recover. For your brother and sister, we'll start with basic Math today, and we'll revisit Algebra in a couple of weeks. We'll take it slower."

Later that day, Robert repeated the process with Richard, Stacey, and Sara, transferring the general Math skill to each of them. While they experienced some discomfort, a mild headache and a feeling of mental fullness, it was nowhere near as intense as John's reaction. They were able to handle the single skill transfer much better.

Exhausted from the intense mental exertion, the sheer emotional toll of transferring skills to his family, the worry and the relief swirling within him, the family decided to call it a night and retire early. They needed rest, time to process the day's extraordinary events, and to prepare for the challenges that still lay ahead. The weight of his responsibilities, the power he now wielded, and the uncertain future pressed down on Robert, but as he looked at his sleeping family, he knew he would do whatever it took to protect them, to guide them through this new, strange reality.

Chapter 16

The days immediately following Robert's first harrowing dungeon experience were a period of intense adjustment and rapid transformation, not just for him, but for the entire family. John, in particular, underwent a remarkable metamorphosis. While initially disoriented by the sudden influx of advanced mathematical knowledge, he quickly embraced his newfound abilities with an almost obsessive fervor. He spent countless hours poring over textbooks, scribbling complex equations on any available surface, his usual lighthearted demeanor replaced by a laser-like focus that bordered on unsettling.

He devoured information like a starving man, his mind effortlessly grasping concepts that had previously been beyond his reach. Robert watched his eldest son with a mixture of pride and concern, constantly monitoring him for any adverse side effects, any sign that the forced knowledge transfer had caused unforeseen damage. While Richard and Stacey didn't exhibit the same dramatic shift as John, they too displayed a significant, albeit more subtle, improvement in their mathematical comprehension, a testament to the effectiveness of Robert's Teaching skill, even at its current level.

The day after his return from the dungeon, Robert faced the daunting task of explaining his sudden departure from his job. He informed his boss, with a carefully crafted explanation about an urgent and unforeseen personal matter, that he needed to tender his immediate resignation. His boss, understandably, was far from thrilled, expressing his displeasure with a mixture of frustration and bewilderment. However, he ultimately conceded, recognizing the sincerity in Robert's voice and the urgency in his eyes.

Fortunately, Robert had accumulated a substantial amount of vacation time – thirty days' worth – which provided a temporary financial cushion, a small reprieve in the midst of the overwhelming uncertainty. Later, while examining the silver coins he'd acquired from the dungeon, Robert noticed their unremarkable appearance, devoid of any intricate designs, save for a series of strange, unfamiliar symbols etched onto their surfaces.

Hal explained that these markings were in the System's original language, a unique script that could only be applied to officially sanctioned System currency. Each coin, Hal further elaborated, weighed precisely one ounce and could be sold for approximately thirty dollars in the outside world. While this wasn't a king's ransom, a few hundred of these coins would be sufficient to cover their basic living expenses for a reasonable period.

The real financial breakthrough, however, would come if he could manage to acquire a few gold coins – a prospect that would significantly alleviate their immediate monetary concerns and allow them to explore the potentially lucrative, but still largely unknown, possibilities of enchanting items. Driven by this need, and by the looming six-month deadline, Robert threw himself into a rigorous training regimen.

He meticulously studied the spellbook, committing incantations and diagrams to memory, practicing the intricate hand gestures and vocalizations required for each spell. He sparred with John, honing his swordsmanship skills, and diligently practiced Aikido, striving for fluidity and precision in his movements. After three long days of dedicated practice, talking with the family, it was agreed it was time to take on the second floor.

Finally, clad in his full armor, a significant upgrade from his previous attire, and with his weapons readily accessible, Robert stepped back through the shimmering portal, venturing once more into the depths of the Training Dungeon, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him on the second floor. He was armed not only with steel and magic, but also with a growing understanding of the System and a fierce determination to protect his family.

"Welcome to Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1 currently called The Training Dungeon," the dungeon AI announced.

Robert, recognizing the familiar room, quickly snapped a few photos for his family. He then turned his attention to the System Store.

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Small Healing Potion
1
common
10 copper
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 10 health.

Skill Token Package
1
common
1 gold
This package contains 1 basic skill token.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Fire spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Air

2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Air spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Water
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Water spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Earth spells.

Uncommon Armor Package
1
uncommon
1 Token
Includes a Heavy Leather Jerkin, Leather Pauldrons, Leather Bracers, Leather Greaves, and heavy leather boots

“Hal, is the System trolling me?” Robert asked, puzzled by the offerings.

No, while the System won’t simply hand you everything, it also recognizes your unique circumstances. It’s ensuring you’re prepared without making it too easy

“So, these spellbooks could contain incredibly powerful spells, or they could be useless?” Robert questioned.

I can’t say for certain. Any spell can be valuable, especially for training your skills. However, the specific spells are random

“That ruins my plan to sell coins to support my family,” Robert lamented.

Selling System coins might not be a sustainable strategy. It’s unlikely that people regularly find large quantities of gold and silver coins

"You're absolutely right," Robert concurred, his mind already racing with possibilities. "My primary focus for income generation needs to shift towards enchanting. If I can master the creation of even moderately enchanted items, I should be able to sell a few discreetly before arousing undue suspicion or attracting unwanted attention from… well, anyone who might take an interest in unexplained magical artifacts."

He paused, considering another potential avenue. "And healing magic… that could be an even more lucrative, and perhaps less conspicuous, option. If I can acquire and master more potent healing spells, spells beyond the basic 'Light Touch of Healing,' I might be able to offer discreet, paid healing services. People are always seeking miracle cures, and I could potentially provide them, for a price, of course. It's a delicate balance, though – too much visibility, and I risk exposure; too little, and we won't have enough to live on."

Driven by this strategic shift in focus, Robert interacted with the glowing orb once more, making several purchases from the System Store. With that business concluded, he closed the shop interface, the holographic display vanishing with a shimmer. Before venturing out of the safe confines of the landing room, he took a moment to equip the newly acquired armor pieces, the firm leather a reassuring weight against his skin. He adjusted the straps, ensuring a snug but comfortable fit, a tangible improvement in his defenses. Ready, he moved to the next room.

As he stepped through the doorway and into the first chamber of this new floor, he was immediately struck by an unusual, almost unsettling, ambiance. Unlike the previous rooms, which had been shrouded in darkness save for his own magical illumination, this one was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, emanating from an unseen source. The light was strangely unsettling, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to dance and shift of their own accord.

Peering cautiously into the chamber, Robert's eyes widened in surprise. He spotted several amorphous, gelatinous shapes, shifting and pulsing rhythmically, their forms indistinct and constantly changing. They were unlike anything he had encountered before.

"Hal," he inquired, his voice a hushed whisper, "is there a System function, some kind of spell or ability, that allows me to *identify* unknown entities or objects? I need more information about what I'm dealing with here." He felt a prickle of unease; these strange creatures were clearly something beyond his current understanding.

You can use the Identify skill to learn about creatures and items. Higher tiers provide more detailed information.

"That sounds like a necessary skill for survival in this place," Robert muttered, acknowledging the inherent dangers of facing unknown entities. He promptly allocated a Skill Point to learn 'Identify,' understanding its importance for both offense and defense.

General Skill Identify Learned, due to feats, skill unlocked at Tier 4 Level 5.

With his new skill, Robert focused on one of the creatures.

Name: Common Slime
Class: N/A
Race: Slime (Red)
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 1, Dex 1, Con 1, Int 1, Wis 1, Cha 1
Level: 3
Resistances: Physical (100%), Fire (100%)
Health: 25
Mana: N/A

"Wonderful," Robert muttered sarcastically, reading the information provided by 'Identify.' "So, we have five Red Slimes, boasting a delightful one hundred percent resistance to both physical and fire damage. Just perfect. My sword is about as useful as a wet noodle against these things." He paused a beat.

That would be a good guess.

"Five Red slimes, no fire," he repeated. He considered. "Given the elemental nature of magic, and the fact that these are Red Slimes, associated with fire, it's a logical deduction that water-based attacks would be their weakness. I'll proceed on that assumption; it's the best option I have at the moment." With his strategy tentatively decided, Robert prepared for the encounter. He murmured the incantation for 'Minor Shield of Air,' feeling the familiar sensation of swirling air currents forming a protective barrier around him. Then, with a cautious step, he entered the chamber, his senses on high alert.

The slimes, predictably slow and sluggish in their movements, began to advance towards him, their gelatinous bodies quivering with what he could only assume was predatory intent. Selecting the nearest slime as his initial target, Robert focused his will and unleashed a 'Lesser Bullet of Water,' the projectile arcing through the air towards the amorphous creature. The watery missile struck the slime with a resounding splat, and Robert immediately followed up by casting 'Identify' again, checking the creature's status to gauge the effectiveness of his water-based attack and confirm his hypothesis.

Name: Common Slime
Class: N/A
Race: Slime (Red)
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 1, Dex 1, Con 1, Int 1, Wis 1, Cha 1
Level: 3
Resistances: Physical (100%), Fire (100%)
Health: 10
Mana: N/A

"Water it is, then," Robert confirmed, a grim satisfaction in his voice as the 'Identify' spell confirmed the significant damage inflicted by the 'Lesser Bullet of Water'. With a newfound confidence in his chosen tactic, he moved with swift, practiced precision, dispatching the remaining slimes with a series of well-aimed water bullets. Each creature required two direct hits, a testament to their resilience, but against his focused water attacks, they proved no match. He maintained a steady rhythm, casting, aiming, and firing, his movements fluid and economical, conserving his mana as much as possible.

Once the final slime dissolved into a harmless puddle, leaving behind only a faint, shimmering residue, Robert allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. He methodically looted the fallen creatures, collecting his due. Each slime yielded a paltry sum of 5 copper coins, a small but expected reward. However, upon looting the final slime, he discovered a pleasant surprise: a small, shimmering opal, nestled amongst the dissolving remains. "Well, now," he murmured, picking up the gem and holding it up to the light, admiring its iridescent glow. "A gem! I have no immediate idea of its precise market value, but it's undoubtedly more valuable than a handful of copper.

A welcome bonus, indeed." With the chamber finally cleared of all threats and rewards collected, Robert turned his attention to the next unexplored passage, eager to discover what further challenges – and potential treasures – awaited him within the depths of the dungeon. As he stepped through the doorway, he was immediately met with a new sight. Inside the next room, he encountered another group of slimes, but these were distinctly different in appearance from the previous group, their coloration a stark contrast to the fiery red of the ones he had just defeated. A new variable had been introduced, and Robert knew he needed to adapt quickly.

Name: Common Slime
Class: N/A
Race: Slime (Blue)
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 1, Dex 1, Con 1, Int 1, Wis 1, Cha 1
Level: 3
Resistances: Physical (100%), Water (100%)
Health: 25
Mana: N/A

"Five more slimes," Robert observed, taking stock of the situation in the new chamber. "But these are *blue* slimes. A complete reversal of the previous encounter. Logically, if Red Slimes are weak to water, then Blue Slimes, their elemental opposite, should be vulnerable to fire. 'Lesser Bullet of Water' is definitely out; it's time to switch tactics."

He prepared himself for the encounter, a grim determination setting in. With the practiced efficiency born of repetition and a growing understanding of the dungeon's mechanics, Robert engaged and swiftly dispatched the five Blue Slimes, his 'Lesser Bullets of Fire' proving as effective as he had hypothesized. He moved with a confident fluidity, eager to progress and discover what further challenges, and potential rewards, lay beyond this chamber.

The next two rooms presented familiar scenarios, a sense of *déjà vu* washing over him. The first contained Brown Slimes, which he quickly recognized as vulnerable to earth-based attacks, and the second was populated by Whitish-Blue Slimes, susceptible to his 'Minor Shield of Air,' and his air based attacks. He dealt with these elemental foes methodically, conserving his mana and minimizing any unnecessary damage. While the loot obtained from these encounters was, as expected, unremarkable – a scattering of copper coins and the occasional minor crafting material – the fourth room he entered held a surprise, a deviation from the established pattern, hinting at the dungeon's potential for unexpected rewards.

The training was not just combat; it was about recognizing what element worked with what slime.

Ring of Lesser Stoneskin
Tier 1
A plain copper ring that, when activated, envelops the wearer in a thin, protective layer of stone. This 'Stoneskin' absorbs 15 points of damage before dissipating. The ring holds 10 charges, consuming one per activation. It can be recharged at a cost of 100 mana per charge.

"A genuine magic item! My very first one, in fact. Not a bad start at all," Robert murmured, a surge of excitement coursing through him. He carefully slipped the Ring of Lesser Stoneskin onto his finger, the cool metal a tangible reminder of his progress. The simple copper band felt surprisingly substantial, imbued with a subtle energy he could almost sense. He admired it for a moment before turning his attention back to the dungeon, his focus sharpening. He moved on to the next room, pushing open the heavy door and stepping through, his senses on high alert. As he entered he spoke. "Well, now this presents a more complex tactical scenario," he observed, taking in the scene before him. "Two distinct groups, each comprised of eight slimes… and a mix of all four elemental types in each group.

Two red, two blue, two brown, and two whitish-blue. Definitely a step up in difficulty, but nothing insurmountable, provided I approach this methodically." He paused, formulating a plan of attack, drawing upon his previous experiences. Robert decided to adhere to the elemental weaknesses he had already established, prioritizing targets based on the order he had encountered them previously. This meant focusing first on the Red Slimes, neutralizing them with 'Lesser Bullets of Water,' then shifting his attention to the Blue Slimes, exploiting their vulnerability to fire with appropriately targeted spells.

The Brown (Earth) and Whitish-Blue (Air) slimes would follow, each engaged with their respective elemental weaknesses. It was a calculated approach, designed to maximize his efficiency and minimize the risk.

Level Up!

After looting the fallen slimes, Robert proceeded to the final room. Inside, he found two massive, imposing slimes. Using Identify, he learned more about these formidable foes.

Name: Uncommon Large Slime
Class: N/A
Race: Slime (Red)
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 3, Dex 3, Con 6, Int 3, Wis 3, Cha 3
Level: 3
Resistances: Physical (100%), Fire (100%)
Health: 100
Mana: N/A

Name: Uncommon Large Slime
Class: N/A
Race: Slime (Blue)
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 3, Dex 3, Con 6, Int 3, Wis 3, Cha 3
Level: 3
Resistances: Physical (100%), Water (100%)
Health: 100
Mana: N/A

"Alright," Robert muttered, steeling his resolve as he surveyed the daunting challenge before him. "These slimes are clearly a significant step up from the previous encounters. They'll be tougher to take down, requiring more mana and more precise tactics. But," he added, a determined glint in his eyes, "we can do this. Careful planning and precise execution are key." He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for a protracted and demanding fight.

As soon as Robert crossed the threshold into the chamber, a fiery projectile launched with surprising speed and accuracy by the Red Slime slammed into him, bypassing his now-dormant air shield.

The searing heat caught him completely off guard, inflicting a painful 10 points of fire damage. The sudden attack served as a harsh lesson: these slimes were not only more resilient but also possessed offensive capabilities.

He immediately prioritized maintaining a safe distance, dodging a jet of water launched by the Blue Slime. In return, he retaliated with a carefully aimed 'Lesser Bullet of Water' of his own, striking the red slime. However, to his dismay, the attack only inflicted a mere 7 points of damage – a significantly lower amount than he had anticipated. "This is going to be a long and arduous battle," he grimaced, realizing the increased resilience of these enhanced slimes. With unwavering determination, Robert settled into a grueling rhythm, unleashing a relentless barrage of 'Lesser Bullets of Water' at the Red Slime, prioritizing it based on his established strategy.

The combat was a protracted, intense affair, demanding constant focus and precise spellcasting. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the targeted Red Slime dissolved. He immediately shifted his focus to the Blue Slime, switching to 'Lesser Bullets of Fire' to exploit its elemental weakness. The fire spells proved more effective, bringing the blue slime down more quickly. The battle, though ultimately successful, left Robert utterly drained, his mana reserves significantly depleted. He checked his character stats, noticing for the first time that his Stamina had reached 10 points – a milestone, but also a clear indication of his physical exhaustion.

He made a mental note to investigate ways to improve his Stamina regeneration. As he finished looting the fallen slimes, collecting his hard-earned rewards, he was surprised to discover that each slime had yielded a silver coin – a substantial improvement over the copper he'd been finding. Then, as soon as he claimed the final coin, the remnants of the defeated slimes vanished completely, and in their place, a treasure chest materialized with a soft shimmer, a tangible reward for his perseverance.

Dungeon run complete: Uncommon chest awarded.

Chest contains:

One Book of Blueprints (Enchanting Tier 1)

Twenty-Five silver coins

One Uncommon Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

As soon as the items were claimed, the chest vanished, and a portal materialized in its place.

Casting a healing spell to recover his strength, Robert took a final look around the room before stepping through the portal.

Chapter 17

"Well, hello there, handsome," Sara drawled, her eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of appreciation as Robert stepped back through the shimmering portal, clad in his newly acquired leather armor. "Looking incredibly dashing, or should I say, dangerous, in all that leather." Robert grinned, a flash of weariness momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her playful banter. He reached out, pulling her into a quick, reassuring hug, savoring the brief contact.

"Thanks for the compliment," he replied, his voice a low murmur against her hair. "But if I'm being honest, I'm far more interested in removing all of this than posing in it." Sara chuckled, stepping back and playfully swatting his arm. "Always making grand promises, aren't you?" she retorted, her eyes sparkling. "Actions speak louder than words, my dear." Leaving that playful exchange hanging in the air, they made their way to the master bedroom, where Robert gratefully shed the constricting, sweat-soaked armor, the leather still bearing the faint scent of the dungeon.

He took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the grime and lingering tension of the battle. Refreshed and clad in comfortable clothes, he rejoined his family in the living room, ready to share the details of his second dungeon run, including the strategic acquisition of the enchanted item recipe book. John, ever the analyst, immediately began flipping through the pages of the newly acquired book, his brow furrowed in concentration. "This seems like a reasonable starting point," he commented, his fingers tracing the diagrams and descriptions.

"These Tier 1 enchantments are certainly not earth-shattering in terms of power, but that 'Minor Healing Ring'… that could prove quite useful in a variety of situations. Though, I confess, I'm not entirely sure how to quantify the practical effect of '10 health points' in real-world terms." "That's an excellent question, and one I hadn't fully considered," Robert admitted. "Let's find out." He activated his newly acquired 'Identify' skill, focusing his intent on each member of his family in turn. The System responded, displaying a concise summary of their base statistics, including their current health points, providing a tangible benchmark for comparison.

Name: Sara Williams
Class: N/A
Race: Human(Non-System)
Profession: N/A
Gender: Female
Stats: Str 3, Dex 4, Con 3, Int 5, Wis 6, Cha 9
Level: N/A
Resistances: N/A
Health: 30
Mana: N/A

Name: Stacey Williams
Class: N/A
Race: Human(Non-System)
Profession: N/A
Gender: Female
Stats: Str 2, Dex 3, Con 3, Int 5, Wis 5, Cha 8
Level: N/A
Resistances: N/A
Health: 25
Mana: N/A

Name: John Williams
Class: N/A
Race: Human(Non-System)
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 4, Dex 4, Con 4, Int 6, Wis 5, Cha 7
Level: N/A
Resistances: N/A
Health: 35
Mana: N/A

Name: Richard Williams
Class: N/A
Race: Human(Non-System)
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 3, Dex 4, Con 4, Int 6, Wis 6, Cha 7
Level: N/A
Resistances: N/A
Health: 35
Mana: N/A

"Okay, so, based on these 'Identify' results," Robert began, explaining the implications of the newly revealed health statistics to his family, "10 health points represents a surprisingly *significant* portion of your overall health, especially for you, Stacey, and Mom. For someone with a lower health pool, that 'Minor Healing Ring' could quite literally be the difference between life and death, or at the very least, prevent a serious injury from becoming critical. And considering the remarkably low material cost – a simple copper ring – it's an incredibly efficient investment." He paused, pulling out his phone and quickly searching online for current market prices. "It appears that a plain copper ring can be acquired for around twenty dollars, and a set of basic engraving tools will run us another twenty to thirty. That's a negligible expense for such a potentially life-saving item. I'll place an order for five rings and the tools on Amazon right now. With any luck, they should arrive tomorrow, allowing us to begin production almost immediately."

Richard, who had been quietly examining the photographs in the enchanted item recipe book, suddenly spoke up. "These illustrations are actually quite detailed and informative," he observed. "We should consider compiling some sort of informational packet, a guide for… well, for whoever might need this kind of knowledge in the future. These pictures would be perfect visual aids." Robert considered the suggestion, nodding slowly. "That's… a surprisingly insightful idea, Richard. Even though the full System integration is still months, potentially years away, having readily available information could be incredibly valuable. A proactive approach, preparing for the inevitable. We can use this," he said, placing the comprehensive System guidebook on the table, "as our primary source material. A foundation to build upon."

The family gathered around the table, drawn in by the prospect of contributing to this crucial project. John, his eyes gleaming with intellectual curiosity, eagerly flipped through the guidebook's pages. "This is astonishing," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "This book contains a wealth of information, meticulously detailed explanations of nearly every aspect of the System. It covers the history, the various races, the bestiary of monsters… We should definitely prioritize creating copies of this, or at the very least, extracting and organizing the most essential information." The remainder of the day was dedicated to a lively, collaborative discussion, brainstorming the optimal content and structure for their planned informational packet. Ideas flowed freely, fueled by a shared sense of purpose and a growing understanding of the System's complexities.

Later, during dinner, John, ever the strategist, steered the conversation back to their immediate crafting priorities. "While the informational packet is important, I still believe focusing on readily producible healing items is the most pragmatic approach," he stated, his gaze fixed on Robert. "Consider a 'Basic Rod of Healing,' for instance. According to the recipe book, it provides eight points of healing per charge and holds fifteen charges. That's enough to stabilize a severely injured person, potentially preventing them from succumbing to their wounds. The only significant drawback is that it doesn't appear to be rechargeable."

Robert nodded, thoughtfully studying the relevant entry in the recipe book. "You're correct, it's a one-time-use item. But the crafting process itself seems remarkably straightforward. All we need is an oak rod – easily obtainable – and the same basic engraving tools we ordered for the rings. The primary limitation is the mana cost: two hundred mana per rod. Considering the time required for both the rune-carving process and my current mana recovery rate, I estimate we could realistically produce two rods per day, at least until I can further increase my mana capacity and enchanting proficiency."

The family spent a little while longer discussing the optimal crafting strategy, weighing the pros and cons of various enchanted items, before finally calling it a night, their minds filled with plans and possibilities. The following day, Robert, after bidding his family a temporary farewell, kept a watchful eye out for the expected Amazon delivery. As soon as the package arrived, he retreated to his office, his anticipation growing. He carefully unpacked the contents: the five simple copper rings and the set of engraving tools. He then retrieved the blueprint book, opened it to the 'Minor Healing Ring' recipe, and laid out all the necessary materials on his desk.

Following the instructions with meticulous precision, he picked up the first copper ring and touched the engraving tool to its surface. He felt a subtle tingle as his 'Enchanting' skill activated, guiding his hand with an almost supernatural precision. The tool moved seemingly on its own, carving intricate runes into the soft metal. Within twenty minutes, the process was complete. He checked his status, confirming the expenditure of 100 mana, and initially believed he had successfully created a ring capable of healing someone five times. However, a closer inspection of the finished product revealed a crucial, unexpected detail.

Name: Ring of Healing
Tier: 1
Rank: Uncommon
Description: This ring was made by an expert enchanter and when used will expend 1 charge to heal up to 17 health points.
Charges: 10

"Hal, what's going on?" Robert asked his AI.

Simple, as a Tier 4 Level 5 Enchanter, you're crafting a Tier 1 item. Even though you're not very experienced, your skill tier compensates. It makes sense that an expert would produce a better result than a novice.

"So, my Tier 1 items will be better than the book suggests?" Robert asked.

Mostly, Factors like material quality, tool quality, and other variables play a role. But these rings are perfect, capable of nearly fully healing anyone in your family.

Robert glanced at his status screen, noting his current mana levels and the time elapsed during the creation of the first ring. He calculated that, with careful pacing and allowing for natural mana regeneration, he could comfortably craft a ring approximately every 45 minutes without completely depleting his reserves. This would allow him to maintain a steady production rate without compromising his ability to perform other essential tasks, such as spell practice and, you know, eating.

With this schedule in mind, he dedicated the remainder of the day to crafting the remaining four copper rings, meticulously repeating the enchanting process for each one. He worked with a focused intensity, the rhythmic carving of runes and the subtle hum of magical energy filling his office. He finished the final ring just as the familiar sounds of his children returning home signaled the end of the school day, a perfect synchronization of his crafting schedule and family life.

As soon as his children, Richard and Stacey, walked through the door, along with John, Robert gathered them together, a sense of quiet pride swelling within him. He presented each of them, and Sara, with one of the newly enchanted 'Minor Healing Rings.' The children were immediately captivated, marveling at the intricate runes carved into the simple copper bands. They were even more amazed when, upon slipping the rings onto their fingers, the bands magically adjusted themselves, resizing to fit perfectly and comfortably. Robert carefully explained the rings' function, emphasizing their limited healing capacity and the importance of using them judiciously. He stressed that these were not toys, but potentially life-saving tools to be used only in emergencies.

He then turned his attention to the next phase of his crafting plan: the creation of the 'Basic Healing Rods.' He placed another Amazon order, this time for a set of twenty-one-inch by one-and-a-quarter-inch oak dowels – the core material for the rods – along with a can of wood stain to give them a more polished appearance, and, importantly, an electric engraving pen to streamline the rune-carving process. He informed his family that he would begin working on the rods as soon as the materials arrived the following day, further expanding their arsenal of magical protections. While reviewing the seemingly endless entries in the blueprint book, searching for other potentially useful enchantments, Robert identified several protective items that he believed would significantly benefit his family's safety.

He decided to prioritize two specific creations: an 'Amulet of Protection (Kinetic)', designed to mitigate damage from physical impacts, and a 'Ring of Protection (Falling)', which, as the name suggested, would safeguard against fall-related injuries.

These two items, he reasoned, would provide a substantial layer of defense against some of the most common and potentially debilitating threats they might encounter in their daily lives. He also bookmarked two additional types of healing rods, expanding beyond the basic version: a 'Rod of Cure Poison' and a 'Rod of Cure Blindness'. These specialized rods, while requiring more complex enchantments and a higher mana investment, would address specific, potentially life-threatening conditions. Robert envisioned that these three types of healing rods – basic, poison-curing, and blindness-curing – would eventually form the cornerstone of their income-generating strategy, providing a valuable service and ensuring their family's long-term financial security.

The next day, the eagerly awaited package containing the oak dowels and the electric engraving pen arrived. As soon as the children had left for school and John had departed, Robert, with a sense of purpose, retreated to his makeshift workshop – his home office, now repurposed for his burgeoning magical crafting endeavors. He carefully laid out the blueprint book, opening it to the 'Basic Healing Rod' page, and arranged the newly arrived materials on his workbench. With a practiced hand, he measured and cut the oak dowels to the precise length specified in the instructions. Then, taking a deep breath to steady himself, he began the intricate process of carving the required runes into the smooth surface of the wood.

This time, aided by the electric engraving pen, the task was significantly less arduous than hand-carving the rings. Still, it demanded intense concentration. Each rune had to be etched perfectly, following the blueprint's intricate patterns. As he completed each rune, a faint, ethereal glow emanated from the wood, accompanied by a subtle drain on his mana reserves – a tangible manifestation of the magical energy being infused into the rod.

After approximately an hour of meticulous work, the rune-carving was complete. He then carefully applied the wood stain, transforming the pale oak into a rich, dark hue, giving the rods a more refined and professional appearance. Finally, with the stain dry, he performed the final step: the imbuing of the rod with the healing enchantment itself.

He channeled his mana, focusing his will, and felt the familiar surge of energy flowing from him into the wooden rod. He repeated this process for each of the rods, working steadily until the last one was complete. As he finished the final rod, a wave of profound satisfaction washed over him. He had not just crafted a tool; he had created something truly special, something that could potentially save lives. He carefully inspected each of the completed rods, admiring the intricate runes and the smooth, polished finish. A feeling of quiet pride swelled within him; he was making tangible progress, taking concrete steps to protect and provide for his family in this new, uncertain reality.

Name: Oak Rod of Healing
Tier: 1
Rank: Uncommon
Description: This rod was made by an expert enchanter and when used will expend 1 charge to heal up to 12 health points.
Charges: 20

Once again, the tangible results of his labor underscored the significant advantage conferred by his high 'Enchanting' skill tier; what might have taken an apprentice enchanter days, or even weeks, he had accomplished in a matter of hours. He carefully calculated the time and mana expenditure involved in creating each rod, factoring in his natural mana regeneration rate.

He concluded that completing the remaining nineteen 'Basic Healing Rods' would require approximately four days of dedicated effort, a substantial time commitment, but one he deemed absolutely worthwhile given the potential rewards – both financial and in terms of the invaluable healing capabilities the rods would provide. After allowing himself a full hour for his mana reserves to replenish, a necessary precaution to avoid overexertion, he commenced work on the next rod, determined to complete at least three more before the day's end, maintaining a steady and sustainable production rate.

This rigorous crafting schedule became his new normal for the following four days. He meticulously balanced his enchanting work with his familial responsibilities and personal needs, a careful juggling act that demanded discipline and focus. His free time was no longer spent in passive leisure; instead, every spare moment was dedicated to honing his skills, expanding his magical repertoire, and producing the enchanted items that would safeguard his family and secure their future.

He even managed to find time during this to, once again, level up his inventory skill. Finally, with the last of the healing rods completed and his preparations meticulously checked, Robert knew the time had come for his third foray into the depths of the Training Dungeon, a prospect that filled him with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. He was ready to face whatever challenges awaited him, armed with his growing magical prowess and the knowledge that he was fighting for something far more important than personal glory.

Chapter 18

"Welcome to Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1 currently called The Training Dungeon," the dungeon AI announced.

Robert looked around and saw that the room was the same as before. Deciding to just get started he went to the System Store and opened the inventory.

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Small Healing Potion
1
common
10 copper
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 10 health.

Skill Token Package
1
common
1 gold
This package contains 1 basic skill token.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Fire spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Air
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Air spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Water
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Water spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Earth spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Light
2
uncommon
15 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Light spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Healing Spells

2
uncommon
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Healing spells.

Uncommon Weapon Package
1
uncommon
1 Token
Includes a Steel longsword, an Oak quarterstaff, and a Recurved Shortbow w/50 common arrows in a leather quiver.

Examining the newly acquired items from the store, Robert considered his options and decided to use his Special Purchase Token on the 'Weapons Package,' anticipating a significant upgrade to his offensive capabilities. He was not disappointed. He immediately swapped out his relatively simple hunting knife for the newly acquired longsword, a far more substantial and imposing weapon.

The difference was immediately palpable; the weight and balance of the longsword felt right in his hand, a noticeable increase in both reach and potential damage output. He made a few experimental swings, testing its heft and feeling a surge of confidence. The package also included a well-crafted bow, but Robert decided to hold off on utilizing it for the moment. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to invest a valuable Skill Point in learning the 'Archery' skill, especially given his existing proficiency with melee weapons and his current focus on expanding his magical repertoire. The bow would remain a potential option for the future, a contingency plan should his circumstances change.

With his weapon choice solidified, and making sure his armor was firmly in place, Robert steeled his resolve and stepped through the portal, entering the first chamber of the next dungeon floor, expecting the usual sterile, empty room. Instead, he was met with a completely unexpected and somewhat unsettling sight. The room wasn't the typical enclosed space he had encountered previously; it was a vast, cavernous chamber, its dimensions far exceeding any of the previous rooms. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and damp earth, and the space was dimly lit by a flickering fire that illuminated a crudely constructed campsite huddled near the center.

Around the fire sat six humanoid figures, significantly smaller than adult humans, their features vaguely familiar, yet distorted and unsettling. A quick cast of 'Identify' confirmed his suspicions: these were Goblins, the common, low-level monstrous humanoids of countless fantasy tales, now standing – or rather, sitting – before him in the flesh, a far cry from the mindless, predictable rodents he had faced previously. This was a different kind of challenge altogether.

Name: Common Goblin
Class: N/A
Race: Goblin, Tier G
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 7, Dex 11, Con 8, Int 6, Wis 5, Cha 3
Level: 5
Resistances: None
Health: 50
Mana: N/A

Robert had, in fact, anticipated this encounter, or at least, an encounter like this. The System Guidebook, his constant companion and source of invaluable information, had explicitly warned about the prevalence of goblins within the lower levels of many dungeons. They were, in essence, the quintessential 'starter' monster, a step up from giant rats, but still relatively low on the threat scale – relatively being the key word.

Knowing that a passive approach would be unwise, Robert strategically retreated a few steps, buying himself precious seconds to prepare. He swiftly murmured the incantation for 'Minor Shield of Air,' feeling the familiar rush of wind forming a protective barrier around him. Then, without hesitation, he unleashed a volley of 'Lesser Bullets of Air,' his aim honed by previous encounters.

The goblins, startled by the sudden magical assault and the disruption of their presumed rest, let out a cacophony of high-pitched, guttural screams and unintelligible shrieks as they scrambled to their feet and charged towards him, their small, beady eyes filled with a mixture of rage and fear. Robert deftly dispatched the closest goblin with another precisely aimed air bullet, dropping it before it could even reach him. He then seamlessly transitioned to melee combat, drawing his newly acquired longsword, the superior steel gleaming in the dim light.

The goblins, armed with pathetically crude wooden clubs, proved to be no match for Robert's skill, his enhanced strength, and, most importantly, his vastly superior weapon. He moved with a practiced grace, parrying their clumsy attacks and delivering swift, decisive strikes, quickly eliminating the remaining goblins. Each fallen foe yielded a meager reward: 10 copper coins and 35 experience points – a small but steady contribution to his progress.

After confirming the area was clear, Robert briefly searched the goblins' crude campsite, but found nothing of value, only a collection of tattered furs and gnawed bones. Disappointed but not surprised, he pressed onward, deeper into the dungeon. The second room he encountered was an almost exact replica of the first, another cavernous space with a similar goblin encampment.

He cleared this room with the same methodical efficiency, employing the same combination of magic and melee combat. The third room, however, presented a new tactical challenge, a variation on the established theme. There were still six goblins, but this time, two of them were positioned at the rear of the chamber, armed with crude, short bows – goblin archers, a ranged threat that demanded a shift in his approach.

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Name: Common Goblin Archer
Class: N/A
Race: Goblin, Tier G
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 6, Dex 13, Con 8, Int 6, Wis 5, Cha 3
Level: 5
Resistances: None
Health: 50
Mana: N/A

He prioritized the archers, but they managed to fire a few arrows, all of which missed. The room was soon cleared, and a notification appeared:

Level Up!

The fourth room presented a familiar, yet incrementally more challenging, scenario. It mirrored the layout of the third, a cavernous space with a goblin encampment, but the number of enemies had increased. This time, Robert faced eight goblins: six melee fighters armed with their crude clubs, and two archers positioned at the rear, ready to provide ranged support.

Recognizing the immediate threat posed by the archers, Robert prioritized them, swiftly dispatching them with precisely aimed 'Lesser Bullets of Air' before turning his attention to the onrushing melee fighters. Despite taking a few glancing blows from the clubs, his armor and the protective 'Minor Shield of Air' spell absorbed the majority of the impact, minimizing any significant damage. He moved with a practiced efficiency, a blend of magic and swordsmanship, systematically eliminating the remaining goblins.

The fifth room, however, represented a significant escalation in difficulty. It was noticeably larger than the previous chambers, and instead of a single goblin encampment, it contained two separate camps, each populated by six goblins, including two archers. Robert immediately understood that charging headlong into this room, as he had done in previous encounters, would be a disastrously reckless tactic. He would be exposed to a potentially devastating crossfire from the archers, leaving him vulnerable and overwhelmed.

He needed a new approach. Retreating back into the hallway, he briefly consulted his spellbook, searching for a suitable solution. He quickly identified and memorized the incantation for 'Minor Windscreen,' a spell designed to create a temporary barrier of swirling air, capable of deflecting projectiles. His plan solidified: he would erect the 'Minor Windscreen' to shield himself from one camp while focusing his initial attacks on the other, effectively dividing and conquering the enemy forces.

After refreshing his 'Minor Shield of Air' to ensure maximum protection, Robert took a deep breath and charged into the room. He immediately cast 'Minor Windscreen,' the spell manifesting as a shimmering, translucent barrier of swirling air between him and the leftmost goblin camp. Then, with a burst of speed, he unleashed a flurry of spells and sword strikes at the goblins on the right, prioritizing the archers as before. He was nearly finished with the first group when the four melee fighters from the shielded camp, having circumvented the 'Windscreen,' finally closed the distance and engaged him.

Simultaneously, the archers from that group, having repositioned themselves, attempted to find clear lines of fire, seeking gaps in his defenses. Robert deftly dodged several arrows, but two managed to strike his 'Minor Shield of Air,' the magical barrier absorbing the impact and preventing any injury. With the first camp neutralized, Robert swiftly turned his attention to the remaining archers, unleashing a rapid barrage of 'Lesser Bullets of Air' while simultaneously dodging and parrying the attacks of the four remaining melee fighters.

Once the archers were eliminated, he focused his full attention on the remaining goblins, employing a combination of sword strikes and spells to bring the chaotic battle to a swift and decisive conclusion. He entered the sixth room, which was similar to the 5th. There were seven goblins per camp, with three of those being archers. Falling back on the same tactic he cleared the room.

Level Up!

Having cleared six consecutive rooms, each presenting an escalating level of challenge, Robert decided to take a much-needed respite, recognizing the importance of rest and recuperation in maintaining peak combat effectiveness. He retreated to a previously cleared chamber, a relatively safe haven amidst the dangers of the dungeon.

He sat down, leaning against the cool stone wall, and consumed one of his carefully rationed food packs and a portion of water from his inventory, replenishing his depleted energy reserves and quenching his thirst. The simple act of eating and drinking, a mundane routine in the outside world, felt like a luxury in the harsh environment of the dungeon.

Once he felt sufficiently restored, Robert stood, stretching his stiff muscles and preparing himself for the next challenge, a growing feeling that there were not many rooms left on this floor. He headed towards the entrance to the next chamber. He peered cautiously into the room, assessing the situation. This room, unlike the previous ones with their multiple encampments, contained only a single campfire, around which eight goblins were gathered.

However, one of the goblins immediately stood out, its appearance distinctly different from the others, suggesting a higher rank or specialized role. Before engaging, Robert instinctively cast 'Identify' on this unusual goblin, seeking to gather crucial intelligence about its capabilities and potential weaknesses. He was not about to rush blindly into another potentially dangerous encounter.

Name: Common Goblin Shaman
Class: N/A
Race: Goblin, Tier G
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 5, Dex 12, Con 7, Int 9, Wis 6, Cha 3
Level: 5
Resistances: None
Health: 60
Mana: N/A

Robert stared intently at the results displayed by the 'Identify' spell, his mind racing to process the implications. This goblin was significantly different from the others he had encountered. Its ability to wield magic, specifically the casting of spells, marked it as a Goblin Shaman – a far more dangerous and unpredictable adversary than the common melee fighters or even the archers. He knew, from both the System Guidebook and his own growing experience, that spellcasting enemies were high-priority targets, capable of inflicting significant damage and disrupting his combat strategies.

He had to eliminate the shaman quickly, while simultaneously managing the threat posed by the three goblin archers, whose ranged attacks could prove lethal if left unchecked. The tactical challenge was significantly more complex than anything he had faced thus far. With a renewed sense of urgency, Robert refreshed his protective spells, ensuring his 'Minor Shield of Air' was at full strength. He then initiated the battle, stepping into the chamber and immediately launching a volley of 'Lesser Bullets of Air' at the shaman.

However, to his dismay, the projectiles were deflected harmlessly by a shimmering, translucent barrier surrounding the goblin – a protective spell, confirming his suspicions. Before Robert could adjust his tactics, the shaman retaliated, launching a sickly green orb of energy towards him. Robert instinctively dodged, the orb narrowly missing him and impacting against the far wall. He watched in horrified fascination as the orb, instead of dissipating, slithered across the stone surface, leaving a trail of bubbling, corroded rock in its wake – a clear and alarming indication of its highly acidic nature.

This was not a simple firebolt or ice shard; this was a weapon designed to inflict lingering, debilitating damage. Recognizing the immediate threat, Robert made a split-second decision to temporarily shift his focus. He switched his targeting to the goblin archers, unleashing a rapid barrage of 'Lesser Bullets of Air,' while simultaneously dodging and weaving to avoid the shaman's continued magical assaults. The skirmish was tense and frantic, a desperate race against time.

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely closer to a minute, the last of the archers fell, their crude bows clattering uselessly to the ground. Robert immediately turned his attention back to the four remaining melee fighters, who were diligently attempting to guard their shaman leader. A few swift, precise sword strikes and spell combinations later, and the last of the fighters was dispatched.

He charged directly at the shaman, his longsword raised, but his initial attacks were deflected by the same shimmering barrier that had protected it from his earlier spells. He pressed his attack, his blows relentless, until finally, with a powerful, overhead strike, he managed to pierce the shaman's protective barrier, the force of the blow staggering the creature.

He followed up with three more swift, decisive strikes, finally ending the shaman's threat. He stepped back, breathing heavily, his body aching, and meticulously scanned the chamber, ensuring that no hidden goblins or lingering magical effects remained. Satisfied that the room was truly clear, he began the methodical process of looting the fallen creatures. As expected, each goblin yielded a small amount of copper coins.

However, the shaman, as befitting its higher status, dropped a far more valuable prize: a spellbook. Upon closer inspection, Robert discovered that it contained a collection of Tier 1 spells from the School of Destruction – a school of magic focused on raw, offensive power. While he hadn't initially planned on acquiring another magical specialization, the opportunity to expand his spell repertoire, especially with potentially devastating offensive spells, was too tempting to resist.

He made a mental note to formally acquire the 'Destruction Magic' skill upon his return home. As soon as the final goblin body was looted, the corpses vanished, and in the center of the room, a treasure chest materialized with a soft, shimmering glow, a reward for his hard-fought victory.

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded.

Chest contains:

One Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Light (Contains 25 random spells from the Sphere of Elemental Light)

One gold coin

One Uncommon Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

The items were added to his inventory, and the chest vanished. The portal home appeared. With one last glance at the dungeon, Robert stepped through the portal.

Chapter 19

With a final surge of effort, Robert heaved open the heavy, ornate lid of the treasure chest, revealing its contents. After storing the contents, He took a moment to steady himself. With his task finally completed he focused on the return. A soft blue glow emanated from the corner of the room. Taking one last look around, and confirming that he had collected all the items, He stepped through. The familiar sensation of stepping through the portal washed over him, and he found himself back in the den, the mundane comforts of home a stark contrast to the harsh realities of the dungeon.

A satisfied grin spread across his face as he took in the familiar surroundings, the tension of the past few hours beginning to ease. He spotted Sara waiting for him, her presence a beacon of warmth and normalcy. A gentle, welcoming smile graced her lips, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and pride. He strode towards her, and they met in a warm embrace, a silent acknowledgment of the dangers he had faced and the relief of his safe return.

A quick, tender kiss sealed the moment, a reaffirmation of their bond. "So," Sara began, her voice soft but filled with genuine curiosity, her eyes sparkling with interest, "tell me everything. How did it go? Was it as challenging as you expected? What did you find?" She held his gaze, eager to hear his recounting of events.

"It was… intense," Robert replied, a slight understatement, as he began to recount the details of his latest dungeon expedition, describing the escalating challenges, the goblin encounters, the strategic use of spells, and the harrowing battle against the goblin shaman. "And the best part," he added, a hint of triumph in his voice, "I acquired not one, but *two* new spellbooks. One containing spells from the School of Light – which I already knew I could learn – and another, surprisingly, filled with spells from the School of Destruction."

He paused, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "Honestly, I'm a bit hesitant about branching out into another school of magic so soon. It feels like spreading myself too thin." Sara, ever practical, raised a questioning eyebrow. "How could you *not* take it?" she challenged, a playful glint in her eyes. "From what you've described, most of those Destruction spells seem highly… *effective*… in combat situations. And frankly, my dear, you could always use more powerful offensive options. You can not always win with brains."

"Hal," Robert interjected, turning his attention to the ever-present AI and idly thumbing through the pages of the newly acquired Destruction spellbook, "I've noticed that many of these spells seem to require proficiency in a *second* magical sphere, in addition to Destruction, in order to cast them. Is that a common occurrence with higher-level spells, or is it specific to this school of magic?" He needed clarification before making a decision about his future magical studies.

It's not that uncommon for some spells to require multiple spheres to learn, these spells are typically more powerful for their tier. Take Ice Shard, for example. It's a Tier 1 spell that combines Destruction and Water magic, dealing 50% more damage than your Water Bullet spell for only a slight increase in mana cost.

Robert's eyes widened as Hal's explanation sank in, a sudden realization dawning on him. "So, it's not just about having access to *more* spells," he clarified, "it's about having access to potentially *synergistic* spells, combinations that could amplify my overall effectiveness. It's about expanding my tactical options and creating entirely new magical strategies. Given that context," he added, a determined glint replacing the earlier hesitation in his eyes, "investing a Skill Point to unlock the Sphere of Destruction seems not just worthwhile, but practically *essential*."

"I definitely need to expand my offensive capabilities beyond basic elemental bullets." He paused, flipping through the pages of the Destruction spellbook again, his fingers tracing the unfamiliar diagrams and incantations. After a moment of focused consideration, he made his decision. With a firm nod, he mentally confirmed his choice, allocating the Skill Point and unlocking the Sphere of Destruction, feeling a subtle shift in his magical awareness as the new school of magic integrated itself into his repertoire.

Turning his attention to another pressing question, he addressed Sara, seeking her practical perspective. "What about archery?" he inquired. "Do you think it would be a worthwhile investment to acquire that skill? It feels like a significant deviation from my current focus on magic and melee combat." Sara considered his question thoughtfully, her brow furrowing slightly. "Well," she began, "I don't see how it could *hurt*. From your descriptions of the dungeon encounters, there have been several instances where a ranged weapon, like a bow, could have provided a significant tactical advantage."

"allowing you to engage enemies from a safer distance or target specific threats more effectively. It might be a valuable addition to your arsenal." Robert nodded slowly, contemplating the potential benefits of adding archery to his skillset, weighing it against the cost of the Skill Point and the time required to develop proficiency. He then picked up the school of light spellbook. Turning his attention back to the newly acquired spellbooks, Robert first opened the one containing spells from the School of Light.

He was immediately drawn to the powerful protective and restorative spells within. 'Regeneration,' promising continuous healing over time, and 'Shield of Light,' offering a significantly stronger defensive barrier than his current 'Minor Shield of Air,' caught his immediate attention. These spells represented a substantial upgrade to his defensive capabilities. He also noted 'Radiant Bolt,' a clearly offensive spell, described as a concentrated beam of pure light energy.

It promised significantly more damage output than his current 'Lesser Bullet' spells, and surprisingly, with only a slightly higher mana cost. However, one particular spell description gave him pause. "Hal," he asked, pointing to the entry for 'Blessing of Light,' "this spell says it grants a 'blessing,' increasing the target's power and speed. But it doesn't specify *who* or *what* is bestowing this blessing. Is it a divine entity? A force of nature? The System itself?" The ambiguity of the description intrigued and slightly unsettled him.

Within the confines of this current universe, the 'Blessing of Light' is directly empowered by the System itself, due to there being no divine beings. However, in active, populated universes, such blessings typically originate from, and are granted by, the deities or equivalent divine entities that hold sway within that specific reality.

"Local divinities?" Robert repeated, his eyebrows arching in surprise and a hint of disbelief. The concept of multiple universes, each with its own set of gods, was a lot to process, a vast expansion of his previously held worldview.

Precisely. In time, as you progress along your chosen path, accumulating power and achieving true mastery over a particular skill or domain, you may even aspire to attain a divine rank yourself. It is an extraordinarily challenging and perilous undertaking, fraught with obstacles and powerful rivals, but it is, theoretically, possible. Each universe, each self-contained reality, typically possesses a limited number of such divinities, beings of immense power who wield considerable influence over their respective domains. And, in due course, this currently isolated universe, under the influence of the System, will also develop its own pantheon of true gods.

A profound question, one that had plagued humanity for millennia, suddenly surfaced in Robert's mind. "So, what about the God?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of genuine curiosity and a hint of trepidation. "The singular, all-powerful creator God that many religions on Earth worship? Is He… real?"

That is a question that transcends even the vast knowledge and computational power of the System itself. The ultimate origin of the multiverse, the existence or non-existence of a singular, prime creator, remains an unresolved mystery, a question beyond the System's capacity to answer.

Robert, slightly overwhelmed by the implications of that statement, decided to table the theological debate for the time being. There were far more immediate and practical concerns demanding his attention, namely, the mastery of his newly acquired spells and the continued preparation for his impending departure.

Robert dedicated the next two days to an intense regimen of study and practice, immersing himself in the intricacies of the Light and Destruction magic schools, meticulously learning the incantations, hand gestures, and mana control techniques required for each new spell. He also, remembering the conversation with Sara, decided to allocate a Skill Point to unlock the 'Archery' skill, dedicating a portion of his training time to practicing with the bow he had acquired, developing a basic level of proficiency with the ranged weapon.

In addition, he dedicated some time to producing a few more of the 'Basic Healing Rods,' recognizing their immediate utility and potential for future income generation. While meticulously crafting these healing rods, a sudden thought, a spark of inspiration, ignited in Robert's mind. "Hal," he inquired, pausing his work, "the System Guidebook mentions that one of the avenues for gaining experience is through the creation of items. I've been actively enchanting quite a few items lately, both rings and rods, but I haven't noticed any corresponding increase in my experience points."

That is because you are currently a Tier 4 Expert in Enchanting, and you are exclusively crafting common, Tier 1 items. There is no significant challenge presented to your current skill level in performing these routine tasks, and therefore, no experience is awarded. The System rewards growth and the overcoming of obstacles, not mere repetition.

Robert absorbed this explanation, a thoughtful frown creasing his forehead. "I understand the logic," he acknowledged. "But at the moment, I'm limited by the available blueprints. I can't create anything more complex."

That is an incorrect assumption. While pre-existing blueprints provide a convenient roadmap, they are not a prerequisite for creation. Where do you believe these spells and blueprints originated? They were not simply bestowed upon the world by the System; they were discovered, developed, and refined through the efforts of countless individuals over millennia, through painstaking experimentation and a deep understanding of fundamental principles. Someone, had to design them.

A flicker of excitement ignited in Robert's eyes. "So, you're suggesting that I could, theoretically, attempt to devise my own enchantments, to create new blueprints through a process of trial and error?" he asked, the prospect both daunting and exhilarating.

Precisely, with your Tier 4 expertise in Enchanting, combined with the foundational knowledge contained within the System Guidebook and the spellbooks you possess, you have the necessary building blocks to begin experimenting. You may not be able to immediately create high-tier enchantments, but you possess sufficient understanding to potentially develop simpler, yet novel, applications of magical principles.

A new idea, a specific goal, took root in Robert's mind. "I've just mastered the 'Regeneration' spell from the School of Light," he mused. "It's a powerful healing spell, but it requires continuous casting. I wonder… I wonder if I could figure out how to imbue a rod, similar to the 'Basic Healing Rod,' with the 'Regeneration' effect, creating a 'Rod of Regeneration' that would provide sustained healing over time." Fueled by this ambitious new goal, Robert dedicated the remainder of his time, before his next schedule dungeon run. To the challenging, but potentially immensely rewarding, task of experimental enchantment.

It took all the time, and a bit of luck, but after 2 days he was able to create a simple Rod of Regeneration.

Name: Oak Rod of Regeneration
Tier: 2
Rank: Uncommon
Description: This rod was made by an expert enchanter and when used will expend 1 charge to regenerate 75 points of health over 10 minutes.
Charges: 10

With painstaking care, Robert meticulously documented every step of the 'Rod of Regeneration' creation process, from the precise measurements of the oak dowel to the intricate carving of the runes and the specific method of mana infusion. He was determined to not only replicate his initial success but to refine and optimize the procedure. Over the following few days, he dedicated himself to crafting several more of these potent healing devices, each new rod a testament to his rapidly developing skills and his growing understanding of enchantment principles.

While the repetitive crafting of these relatively low-tier items still did not yield any experience points, he did notice a tangible improvement in his rune-carving technique, his hand becoming steadier, his lines more precise, his overall efficiency increasing with each completed rod. Time, however, was a relentless current, and soon the day arrived for his scheduled return to the Training Dungeon. Since it was a Sunday, he took advantage of the opportunity to share a proper farewell with his family, a ritual that had become increasingly important in their uncertain new reality, before stepping once more through the shimmering portal and into the unknown.

"Welcome to Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1 currently called The Training Dungeon Fourth Floor," the dungeon AI announced.

After carefully reviewing the System Store's current offerings, Robert found nothing that particularly sparked his interest or addressed his immediate needs, no new enchantments or tools that warranted an expenditure. He decided, therefore, to allocate his recently acquired gold piece towards a more strategic investment: the purchase of an additional Skill Point, recognizing that expanding his fundamental capabilities was ultimately more valuable than acquiring any single item.

With that decision made and the transaction completed, he pressed onward, advancing deeper into the dungeon. This floor, at first glance, seemed to closely mirror the layout and enemy composition of the third floor, a familiar pattern of goblin encampments. However, a closer assessment, aided by his 'Identify' skill and a growing sense of tactical awareness, revealed two significant deviations, two notable escalations in the threat level. The fifth room, instead of the usual single Goblin Shaman, was guarded by two of these spellcasting adversaries, a doubling of magical firepower that demanded a cautious approach.

And the final chamber, the presumed location of the floor's boss encounter, held not another Shaman, but a Goblin Chief – a larger, stronger, and undoubtedly more dangerous variant of the goblin species, promising a final, formidable challenge before he could claim victory over this level of the Training Dungeon.

Name: Common Goblin Chief
Class: N/A
Race: Goblin, Tier G
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 12, Dex 11, Con 13, Int 8, Wis 7, Cha 3
Level: 9
Resistances: None
Health: 100
Mana: N/A

With a carefully honed strategy, born of experience and a growing understanding of goblin tactics, Robert methodically worked his way through the floor, prioritizing the elimination of archers and melee fighters in each encounter, conserving his mana and minimizing risk. He saved the fifth room, with its two Goblin Shamans, for after he had cleared the minor rooms, taking them out with his now-refined approach to neutralizing spellcasting enemies. This methodical clearing led him to the final challenge: the Goblin Chief.

He engaged the Chieftain, a formidable opponent boasting significantly enhanced strength and resilience compared to its lesser kin. Despite Robert's best efforts, the Chief managed to breach his defenses on several occasions, inflicting a series of minor, but painful, wounds – a testament to its superior combat prowess. The battle was fierce and protracted, a test of skill and endurance, but ultimately, Robert's combination of magic, swordsmanship, and strategic thinking proved superior.

He emerged victorious, the Goblin Chief falling before him. After ensuring the chamber was secure, Robert systematically plundered the spoils from the fallen goblins, collecting the usual assortment of copper coins and minor crafting materials. He then turned his attention to the treasure chest that had materialized upon the Chief's defeat, opening it to reveal its contents: a significant upgrade to his current armor, a Tier 2 Rare-quality Hardened Leather Jerkin and Pants set, along with a respectable sum of 50 silver coins.

As he was assessing his rewards, a System notification chimed, informing him that he had achieved a significant milestone: Level 10, a testament to his accumulated experience and a marker of his growing power. He took a moment to absorb this information, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. Then, gathering his thoughts and his newly acquired loot, he stepped towards the shimmering portal that had appeared, ready to return home, his body weary but his spirit invigorated by his latest triumph.

Chapter 20

Emerging from the portal, back into the familiar comfort of his home, Robert was immediately greeted by the welcoming presence of his family. He exchanged warm embraces and greetings, then, with a weary sigh, sank gratefully onto the plush couch, the soft cushions a welcome contrast to the hard stone floors of the dungeon.

"That floor," he began, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction in his voice, "was significantly more challenging than the previous ones. I faced a Goblin Chief, a creature that was actually at my level, a true test of my abilities. The good news is, not only did I emerge victorious, but the experience pushed me to a significant milestone: I reached Level 10. And that," he added with a grin, "means I'm finally eligible to select a Class, a major step forward in my System progression."

John, ever the inquisitive one, immediately seized upon this new development. "So, how does this Class selection process actually work?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with intellectual curiosity. "What factors determine the specific Classes that are offered to you? Is it purely random, or is there a logical system behind it?"

Robert paused, thoughtfully stroking his chin as he gathered his thoughts. "According to the information in the System Guidebook," he replied, "the Class selection process is *not* random. It's a complex algorithm that takes into account a multitude of factors, including your currently acquired skills, the tiers you've reached in those skills, any feats you've accomplished, your base statistics, your racial traits, and even any titles you've earned. It's a holistic assessment of your overall capabilities and potential."

He paused again, then added, "Hal, is there anything else I should be aware of, any nuances or hidden factors that the guidebook might have omitted, before I proceed with the Class selection?" He wanted to make the most informed decision possible, as this choice would significantly shape his future development within the System.

Your understanding of the core mechanics is sound, but before you proceed, there are crucial preparations to consider. First, strategically allocate your unspent stat points. While there's no single 'correct' distribution, striving for a minimum of 20 in your primary attributes is generally advantageous for maximizing your Class choices. Second, and equally important, do not neglect your available Perk Points. You have one Rare Perk and two Common Perks yet to be assigned. These Perks can have a profound impact on your character's development and, consequently, on the Classes offered to you.

Robert, taking Hal's advice to heart, immediately opened his character status screen, a holographic display of his accumulated attributes and skills. He realized with a start that Hal was absolutely correct; he had been so focused on acquiring new skills and mastering spells that he had completely overlooked the fundamental aspect of allocating his earned stat points. He had four unspent points, a significant resource that could substantially impact his overall capabilities.

After a moment of careful consideration, weighing the relative importance of each attribute, he decided to allocate one point each to Intelligence and Wisdom, bringing both of those crucial mental stats up to 19. Before he could articulate his next thought, Hal interjected:

Given your current objective and the mechanics of Class selection, I would strongly recommend utilizing your two remaining Common Perk Points to acquire additional stat points. This would allow you to achieve the recommended threshold of 20 in both Intelligence and Wisdom.

Robert, recognizing the soundness of this advice, immediately followed Hal's suggestion. He navigated to the Perks section of his status screen and selected the 'Additional Stat Point' option twice, consuming his two Common Perk Points. He then allocated the two newly acquired stat points, one each to Intelligence and Wisdom, bringing both attributes up to the desired baseline of 20. He felt a subtle but noticeable shift in his mental clarity, a slight sharpening of his cognitive abilities.

Next, he turned his attention to his remaining Rare Perk Point, the most valuable and potentially impactful of the three. He carefully reviewed the available options, scrolling through the list of Rare Perks, each one offering a unique and significant advantage. One particular Perk immediately caught his attention, its description promising a profound impact on his upcoming Class selection:

Perk Name | Perk Rank | Perk Description
Rare Class | Rare | Your starting Base Class will always be at least Uncommon quality. Furthermore, any Class offered to you during the selection process will be automatically upgraded by one tier of rarity.

"Hal," Robert inquired, seeking confirmation of his understanding, "if I interpret this correctly, selecting this 'Rare Class' Perk means I will never be offered a Common-tier Class, and any Class I am offered will be automatically elevated to the next higher tier of rarity, correct? So, a normally Uncommon Class would become Rare, a Rare Class would become Legendary, and so on?"

That is a precise and accurate interpretation of the Perk's functionality, essentially, it guarantees a higher baseline quality for your Class and significantly improves the potential rarity of the Classes presented to you.

Robert paused, considering the implications. "So, why isn't this Perk universally selected? Why doesn't everyone strive for Uncommon or higher Classes if such Perks are available?"

Perk Points, particularly those of Rare or higher quality, are exceptionally scarce resources. Unlike you, most individuals do not begin their System journey with any pre-existing Perk Points. Many people live out their entire lives, progressing through numerous levels, without ever acquiring a single Perk Point, let alone one of Rare quality. Across the vast expanse of the multiverse, it is not uncommon to encounter individuals who have reached Level 100 or even higher without ever obtaining a single Perk. By that stage of advancement, Perks that primarily influence initial Class selection become largely irrelevant.

Robert was momentarily stunned by this revelation. "So, I actually received a relatively advantageous starting position in this whole chaotic situation?" he asked, a hint of incredulity in his voice.

While your entry into the System was jarring, the initial benefits like the Perk Points were substantial. However, remember the System seeks balance. Your current strong focus on magic – ten different disciplines is impressive – means the System will likely try to counterbalance this when assigning your Class. Interestingly, an odd number of primary skills sometimes offers more flexibility in Class options than an even number. While your current magic skills should be sufficient for a solid Class, perhaps consider diversifying into other areas eventually. There's no immediate rush, though.

Robert thought for a few moments. Considering that he had Creation, Destruction, Light, Air, Earth, Water, Healing and now the 3 new ones, he pondered. "Probably good enough." With his final preparations complete, his attributes optimized, and his Perks strategically selected, Robert took a deep breath and initiated the Class selection process, ready to embrace the next, defining stage of his System journey.

Class Selection Process Initialized!
User Level: 10
No Current Class!
Scanning Stats
Scanning Perks
Scanning Feats
Scanning Skills
Scanning Race
Scanning Titles
Scan complete
Building Class List
........
Class list built.

With that Robert was presented with a list of hundreds of classes. "Hal, can we cut this down please?"

"Show me the highest rarity classes please"

Class Name
Class Rarity
Class Description

Grand High Magi of the Elemental Fury
Mythical
A living embodiment of nature's untamed power, the Grand High Magi commands the four primal elements – fire, water, earth, and air – with absolute mastery. They are capable of summoning apocalyptic storms, conjuring raging infernos, unleashing devastating earthquakes, and commanding hurricane-force winds. Cloaked in a constantly shifting aura of raw elemental energy, they are a terrifying spectacle on the battlefield, a force of both awe-inspiring creation and cataclysmic destruction. Their understanding of arcane secrets is profound, their wisdom hard-earned through years of dedicated study and perilous experimentation. (Grants 3 points to Int/Wis per level, 1 point to both Dex/Con per level, and 2 free points)

Grand Archmagi of Creation(U)
Mythical
Wielders of unimaginable power, Grand Archmagi of Creation stand at the very pinnacle of arcane mastery. They possess an intimate understanding of the fundamental forces that govern existence, allowing them to manipulate the fabric of reality itself. They can summon life from nothingness, sculpt mountains with a gesture, and bend the flow of time to their will. But this immense power carries a profound responsibility. They are the guardians of creation, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance of the cosmos, a burden that can weigh heavily on even the most resilient souls. They are often solitary figures, revered as god-like beings, yet feared for the sheer scale of their abilities. (Grants 3 points to Int/Wis per level, 1 point to both Dex/Con per level, and 2 free points)

High Enchanter of the Frozen Planes
Mythical
A figure of formidable power and chilling majesty, the High Enchanter of the Frozen Wastes commands the very essence of ice and frost. They are masters of cryomancy, capable of summoning blizzards at will, conjuring sentient constructs of pure ice, and encasing their enemies in tombs of impenetrable frost. They often appear cloaked in shimmering robes that seem woven from frozen starlight, their presence radiating an aura of intense cold. Their power extends beyond mere combat; they are also adept at crafting intricate enchantments, weaving spells of protection and offense into objects and even the very air around them. Their knowledge of ancient, often forbidden, lore is vast and constantly expanding, fueled by a relentless pursuit of arcane secrets. (Grants 3 points to Int/Wis per level, 2 points to Dex per level, and 2 free points)

Wandering Ranger of the Silent Way
Mythical
Enigmatic and elusive, the Wandering Ranger of the Silent Path is a master of stealth and a living embodiment of the natural world's untamed spirit. They move through the wilderness with an uncanny silence, their presence often undetected until they choose to reveal themselves. More than mere warriors, they are deeply connected to the rhythms of nature, drawing strength and wisdom from the forests, mountains, and rivers. They are protectors of the wild, silent guardians of the innocent, and implacable foes to those who threaten the balance of the natural world. They are the unseen watchers in the shadows, the whisper of the wind through the trees, the embodiment of nature's quiet power. (Grants 3 points to Str/Dex per level and 1 point to Wis/Cha as well as 2 free points per level)

"Wow... these are... incredible," Robert exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief as he scrolled through the list of presented Class options. "I… I don't even understand how I qualified for any of these, let alone all of them. They seem far beyond anything I could have reasonably expected."

Your initial assessment was inaccurate. You did, in fact, qualify for four Legendary class options. This is primarily attributable to the fact that your skills, and your proficiency within those skills, significantly exceed the typical parameters for a Level 10 character. Furthermore, you possess an unusually diverse and extensive array of magical disciplines, coupled with a Divine ability – a combination exceedingly rare at your current level.
When these factors are considered in conjunction with your accumulated Perks and your unique Title, the result is a character profile that the System has deemed exceptionally potent, thus meriting access to Legendary-tier Class options. However, your 'Rare Class' Perk automatically elevated these Legendary options to the Mythical tier. Remember, the System adheres to strict rules of balance and fairness, but it also rewards exceptional achievement.

Robert shared the list of his potential Class options with his assembled family, seeking their input and perspectives. John, ever the pragmatist, was the first to offer his analysis. "Based on your stated preferences and observed tendencies," he began, his brow furrowed in concentration, "I believe the 'Grand Archmagi of Creation' is the most logical choice. I know you enjoy magic, making the 'Wandering Ranger of the Silent Path' a less suitable fit, despite its potential synergies with your existing skills. The 'High Enchanter of the Frozen Wastes,' while undeniably powerful, seems geared towards large-scale, almost industrial-level enchanting, a role that doesn't seem to align with your more solitary and personal approach to magic.

That leaves the two Archmagi options. Of those two, the 'Grand High Magi of Elemental Fury' appears to be inherently more restrictive, limiting you to the four classical elements, whereas the 'Grand Archmagi of Creation' seems to offer far greater flexibility and broader applications of magical power." "Hal," Robert inquired, turning his attention to the ever-present AI, "what is your assessment? Do you concur with John's analysis?"

For the most part, John's assessment is accurate, with a few significant clarifications. The 'Wandering Ranger of the Silent Path' does indeed align well with skills such as hunting and your newly acquired archery, positioning you as a protector of nature, a role that might hold some appeal.
Conversely, the 'High Enchanter of the Frozen Wastes,' as John noted, is better suited for a support role, focusing on enchanting items for entire armies and nations – a role you could potentially fulfill, given your exceptional 'Enchanting' skill. A 'Mythical Enchanter' would undoubtedly command an exorbitant price for their services from any ruler in the multiverse.
Now, regarding the final two choices, the 'Grand High Magi of Elemental Fury' is arguably the more immediately powerful option, in terms of raw destructive potential. However, it does confine you to the four elemental spheres of magic – fire, water, earth, and air – thereby limiting your overall versatility. The 'Grand Archmagi of Creation,' on the other hand, while perhaps not possessing the same immediate, overwhelming destructive force, offers a significantly broader range of magical applications and fewer inherent restrictions, allowing for greater adaptability and long-term growth.

"One more question, Hal," Robert interjected. "Why is the 'Grand Archmagi of Creation' specifically designated as 'Unique'? What does that signify?"

At the highest echelons of power, particularly with Classes that are intrinsically tied to a specific, fundamental skill or ability, it is common for there to be only one individual in existence who holds that particular Class title. The System enforces a kind of cosmic exclusivity.

"So," Robert clarified, absorbing this information, "if I were to select this Class, I would be the only 'Grand Archmagi of Creation' in the entire multiverse?"

That is correct, while 'Unique' Classes are, by their nature, exceedingly rare, their rarity does not always correlate directly with superior power. However, in the case of the 'Grand Archmagi of Creation,' I believe this designation is a strong indicator of its exceptional potential.

"Well, then," Robert concluded, a decisive tone entering his voice, "that makes the decision rather straightforward, doesn't it?" He took one last, lingering look at his family, their faces a mixture of pride, apprehension, and unwavering support. With a deep breath and a silent prayer for guidance, he mentally selected the 'Grand Archmagi of Creation' Class, embracing the unknown path that lay ahead.

Class Selection Complete:
Grand Archmagi of Creation(U)
Selected

Quest Complete!

Title Earned: First Mythic

Level Up!

Chapter 21

A wave of raw, untamed power surged through Robert's very being, a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced, as the System notification confirming his new Class – Grand Archmagi of Creation – echoed in his mind. It was as if the universe itself had shifted, subtly but profoundly. Colors seemed to explode with a newfound vibrancy, sounds resonated with an almost painful clarity, and a tingling energy permeated every cell of his body.

He felt a nascent, intuitive connection to the fundamental forces of existence, a sense of the underlying structure of reality that had previously been hidden from him. "That… that was… intense," Robert stammered, his voice barely a whisper, still reeling from the sheer overwhelming power that had just washed over him. He felt fundamentally different, altered on a level he couldn't quite articulate.

Congratulations, Robert. You have achieved something truly extraordinary, something vanishingly rare. To attain a Mythical-tier Class at your relatively low level is practically unheard of. Typically, individuals who reach such heights of power do so only after progressing through multiple Class advancements, or through the complex and often unpredictable process of Class merging. The fact that you have received a Mythical Class as your first Class designation places you in a truly exceptional category – statistically, a one-in-a-billion occurrence within the System's user base.

"So, Hal," Robert began, trying to wrap his mind around the implications of Hal's words, "the System Guidebook, while comprehensive, doesn't really go into detail about the hierarchy of Class rankings. Where exactly does 'Mythical' fall on the overall spectrum of power?"

The Class ranking system, from lowest to highest, is as follows: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Mythical, Divine. There is also the 'Unique' designation, but this is an anomaly, as it can apply to any rank and simply indicates that the Class is one-of-a-kind. As the holder of a Unique Mythical Class, you are, quite literally, a one-in-a-trillion phenomenon across the entire multiverse.

A knot of apprehension tightened in Robert's stomach. "So," he asked, a tinge of worry creeping into his voice, "does that mean I should expect to have a giant target painted on my back when I eventually… relocate? Will I be hunted down by powerful beings seeking to… acquire my power, or something?"

The probability of becoming a target is directly correlated with your demonstrable power level and the specific environments you choose to inhabit, it is highly advisable to maintain a low profile and avoid attracting unnecessary attention, particularly in the early stages of your development. I strongly recommend acquiring the 'Hide Status' skill; it will significantly reduce the likelihood of others accurately assessing your true capabilities and Class designation.

"So, what now, Dad?" John asked, his voice brimming with barely contained excitement, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and anticipation. Robert took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his new reality settling upon him, a mixture of responsibility and exhilarating possibility. "Now," Robert replied, his voice firm, a determined glint shining in his eyes, "we begin to unravel the secrets of this extraordinary power. We delve deep into the mysteries of Creation itself, and I start down the path of becoming the architect of my own destiny, the shaper of my own fate.

This Class… it's not just a title; it's a calling." The family, drawn together by this momentous occasion, spent the remainder of the day immersed in a whirlwind of discussion, speculation, and planning. They analyzed Robert's new Class description, debated the potential applications of his newfound abilities, and grappled with the profound implications – both positive and negative – of wielding such immense power.

They pondered the challenges that lay ahead, the responsibilities he would now bear, and the vast, unexplored possibilities that stretched out before him. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long, dramatic shadows across the room and painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, Robert turned to Hal, seeking guidance.

"Hal," he inquired, his voice a mixture of curiosity and a touch of apprehension, "what's the immediate next step? How do I practically begin training this new Class? Are there specific exercises, techniques, or areas of focus I should prioritize?" He felt a sense of urgency, a desire to begin mastering this incredible gift as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Your immediate path remains largely unchanged. Continue your current training regimen – honing your existing skills, expanding your magical repertoire, and engaging in dungeon runs. One of the key benefits of possessing a defined Class is that dungeon rewards, including experience gains and item drops, will now be tailored to specifically support your Class development. The System actively invests in the growth of its users, and it will provide you with the necessary resources and opportunities to reach your full potential.

The morning light had arrived. Robert had stayed up most of the night planning. "So Hal, besides the fact I can make things, what other powers come from this class?"

As a Grand Archmagi of Creation, you possess the innate ability to manipulate and control the universe. Which includes the creation of life and control over time and space. While you won't be great at those right now, it comes with the class. However, as you level, you should notice passive benefits, like your spells costing less or taking less time to cast. Also, you may want to look at your status, I believe you have already gained an ability.

Pulling up his status, he was surprised to note that he had gained a new ability, but in the excitement, he had missed the notice.

Class Ability: Fabric of Reality

Description: The user can sense and manipulate the underlying structure of reality, allowing them to:

1) Analyze Objects: Gain detailed information about an object, including its composition, history, and potential uses.
2) Repair Objects: Mend damaged objects at a molecular level.
3) Create Simple Constructs: Form basic objects from raw energy or existing matter.

Limitations:

1) The complexity of the creations is limited by the user's skill and energy reserves.
2) The user must be in direct contact with the object to manipulate it.
3) Overuse can lead to mental fatigue and a drain on the user's energy.

This ability grants profound insight into the fundamental structure of objects and materials, allowing for detailed analysis and precise manipulation. It serves as a versatile tool for both problem-solving and exploration, enabling interactions with the world on a deeply fundamental level. Mana cost varies depending on the complexity and scale of the intended interaction.

"Hal," Robert exclaimed, his voice a mixture of awe and disbelief, his eyes widening as he stared at the newly revealed ability description on his status screen. "This… 'Fabric of Reality'… it looks incredibly powerful. The potential applications are… staggering." He could barely grasp the implications of such an ability.

Indeed, the potential is substantial. However, it is crucial to remember that the true power of any ability, regardless of its inherent potential, ultimately resides in the skill, knowledge, and imagination of the wielder. In the hands of a skilled and creative individual, such an ability can be used to achieve extraordinary feats, to reshape reality in profound ways. But in the hands of someone lacking in understanding or discipline, it might be little more than a fascinating, yet ultimately unproductive, toy.

Robert chuckled, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his voice. "So, the million-dollar question is… which am I? The skilled wielder or the clueless toy-user?"

Only time, dedicated practice, and the unfolding of events will reveal the answer to that question, Robert.

Driven by a burning curiosity and a desire to understand the full scope of his new ability, Robert spent the next several days immersed in exploration and experimentation. He focused his 'Fabric of Reality' ability on a wide variety of objects, ranging from simple, mundane items like rocks and plants to more complex, technologically advanced devices like his smartphone and television.

He was astonished by the sheer depth and breadth of information the ability revealed, providing him with detailed insights into the object's composition, history, creation process, and even potential, unrealized applications. It was like having an incredibly detailed, interactive blueprint and user manual for everything he examined. He also began to tentatively experiment with the manipulation aspect of the ability.

He started with small, simple tasks, repairing broken household items – a cracked ceramic mug, a torn book binding, a malfunctioning toy – with a mere touch and a focused exertion of his will. He was amazed by the speed and ease with which he could mend these objects, the broken pieces seamlessly rejoining, the tears vanishing as if they had never existed. He did, however, quickly discover the limitations of his current abilities. While he could easily manipulate and repair objects roughly the size of a television remote control, anything significantly larger or more complex, like a full-sized appliance or a piece of furniture, proved to be beyond his current capacity, resisting his attempts at alteration.

After a particularly intense practice session, Robert paused, leaning back in his chair and considering his overall character progression. "Hal," he began, "I need some guidance on allocating my stat points. Given that my 'Grand Archmagi of Creation' Class already provides significant bonuses to Intelligence and Wisdom, which attributes should I prioritize to maximize my overall effectiveness and long-term potential?"

That is a strategically sound question, Robert. While Intelligence and Wisdom are undoubtedly crucial for your magical abilities, neglecting other attributes would create imbalances in your overall development. In your particular case, I strongly recommend prioritizing Constitution. Constitution directly influences your physical resilience, stamina, and, most importantly, your lifespan. A higher Constitution translates to a longer natural life expectancy.
For a Tier G Human, a baseline Constitution score of 20 typically grants a lifespan of approximately 100 years. Each additional point above 20 adds roughly five years to that baseline, with significant, non-linear increases occurring at certain milestone values.
For example, reaching a Constitution score of 50 could potentially extend your lifespan to around 400 years. Given your stated desire to return to Earth after the System's integration, achieving a Constitution score of at least 60 is crucial to ensuring your survival until that time. A Constitution of 150, while ambitious, would grant you a potential lifespan exceeding 1,000 years.

Robert was astonished. "So, those high-level warriors, the ones with incredibly high Constitution scores… they could potentially live for thousands of years?" he asked, trying to wrap his mind around the concept.

While there are beings within the multiverse who have achieved lifespans measured in *millions* of years, these are exceedingly rare exceptions, often possessing unique racial traits, extraordinary Classes, or access to powerful life-extending artifacts or magic. For the vast majority of individuals, even those with advanced Classes and high levels, lifespans are considerably shorter.

Most beings, particularly those with Common or Uncommon Classes, are fortunate to reach 200 years of age. A smaller percentage might reach 500 years, and an even more select few might achieve 2,000 years. Beyond that, it becomes exponentially rarer.

Beings who are tens of thousands of years old, or even older, are incredibly uncommon, perhaps one in a hundred billion, across the vastness of the multiverse.

"How do they even achieve such incredible lifespans?" Robert asked, still struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of time involved. "I can barely imagine living to be 200, let alone thousands of years."

It is a result of the fundamental rules governing this multiverse and the inherent nature of the System, as individuals progress, gaining levels, acquiring powerful skills, and mastering their chosen Classes, they can achieve feats of longevity that would be considered impossible in your previous reality. You will, in time, encounter beings who have lived for centuries, even millennia. It is a testament to the boundless potential for growth and adaptation that the System provides.

Robert took a deep breath, processing the implications of Hal's explanation. "Right," he said, his voice firm with resolve. "No point in dwelling on the unimaginable. My immediate priority is clear: focus on increasing my Constitution. A long life is the first step to everything else."

Chapter 22

The following days were a blur of intense preparation, a dedicated effort to hone his skills, expand his magical repertoire, and solidify his physical conditioning. He pushed himself relentlessly, driven by the knowledge that his family's future, and his own survival, depended on his success. He practiced his spellcasting, refining his technique and expanding his repertoire of both offensive and defensive magic. He sparred with John, honing his swordsmanship and improving his reflexes.

He delved deeper into the intricacies of enchanting, experimenting with new techniques and pushing the boundaries of his abilities. He even dedicated time to archery practice, recognizing the value of ranged combat in a variety of situations. He was determined to leave no stone unturned, to maximize his chances of success in the face of the unknown.

Robert, floor 5, like all level-ending floors, is a checkpoint. These are tests of your overall skills. The next run will be harder.

"So every five floors will be like that, testing me?" Robert inquired.

Yes and no. While all floors that end in 5 are checkpoints, floors 25 and 50 are major checkpoints, designed to push you to your absolute limits. Consider them significant milestones in your progression.

Robert, absorbing this information, simply replied, "Great," a mixture of apprehension and anticipation coloring his voice. He knew that failure was not an option. In the precious days leading up to his scheduled dungeon run, Robert meticulously prepared, attending to every detail with a focused intensity. He carefully inspected each piece of his armor, ensuring there were no cracks or weaknesses, polishing the leather to a gleaming sheen. He sharpened his longsword to a razor's edge, testing its balance and heft with practiced swings.

He checked the fletching on his arrows, ensuring they were perfectly aligned for optimal accuracy. But most importantly, he cherished every moment spent with his family, knowing that these fleeting interactions were the fuel that drove him, the reason he was willing to face the dangers that awaited him. He held his children close, savored meals with Sara, and engaged in heartfelt conversations with John, drawing strength and solace from their presence.

Finally, the day of the run arrived, a day marked by a mixture of nervous anticipation and grim determination. After a round of heartfelt farewells, filled with lingering hugs and whispered promises, Robert stepped resolutely towards the shimmering portal, the gateway to his next trial, leaving behind the warmth and comfort of home and stepping once more into the perilous unknown.

A deep, synthesized voice echoed through the cavern. "Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Fifth Floor."

Following his normal pattern, he checked the System Shop for new items

Item Name

Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Small Healing Potion
1
common
10 copper
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 10 health.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Fire spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Air
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Air spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Water
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Water spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Earth spells.

Ring of Turn Undead
2
uncommon
1 Token
A simple Silver Ring that contains the ability to cast the Turn Undead Spell. Each use requires 1 charge and the ring contains 10 charges, and cannot be recharged

"Hal, could this... could this be a sign?" Robert asked, his voice tight with urgency.

The answer is clear, Robert. Purchase the ring. And a word of advice: do not deplete that final charge. Your class ability is exceptionally powerful. With dedicated study, you can master not only the crafting of similar items but also the spell it contains.

Robert's eyes widened. "Any magic item?"

Indeed. As a Master of Creation, you possess the unique ability to decipher the workings of others' creations.

Robert didn't hesitate. He bought the ring and slid it onto his finger. He stepped out of the room and into a dimly lit hallway. Casting a quick light spell, he moved down the corridor, his heart hammering in his chest. As he emerged, his breath hitched. Before him stretched an open field, an expanse of countless headstones under a breathtaking, star-dusted sky. Cautiously, Robert activated his air and light shields. After a final, lingering look at the graveyard, he cast his Blessing of Light spell. Prepared, he stepped into the eerie silence. He'd taken no more than five steps when the earth around several headstones erupted, and four skeletons clawed their way free.

Name: Skeleton
Class: N/A
Race: Undead
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 8, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 8, Cha 5
Level: 10
Resistances: Slashing(50%), Darkness(90%), Death(auto)
Health: 110
Mana: N/A

Robert's sword glanced off the nearest skeleton, barely leaving a scratch. He reacted instantly, unleashing a Radiant Bolt that staggered the creature, followed by two more rapid casts that obliterated it. Before he could savor the momentary victory, another skeleton lunged, its rusty sword raised. Robert parried, retreated, and dodged the onslaught of the remaining two, then dispatched the second skeleton with a flurry of Radiant Bolts.

This aggressive display, however, proved costly: four more skeletons erupted from the earth, surrounding him. Thinking quickly, Robert activated the Ring of Turn Undead, banishing two in a blinding flash. He fell back, raining down bolts of energy until the remaining foes crumbled to dust. The graveyard fell silent once more, but Robert, panting heavily, surveyed the scene with dismay; he'd barely crossed any distance, and the graveyard clearly teemed with undead. After looting the fallen, he found only a few silver coins and a mysterious substance: bone dust. "Hal," he asked, "what's this bone dust for?"

It is merely an ingredient for alchemy. It holds no value to you unless you pursue that discipline, but it can be sold for profit once you arrive on a System World.

"A problem for later," Robert muttered, tucking the bone dust away. He crept through the graveyard, a grim reaper in his own right, felling three more clusters of shambling skeletons. But his streak of relatively easy victories was about to shatter. Lulled into a false sense of security, expecting another predictable wave of bone and rusty steel, he was completely blindsided by the thing that erupted from the earth.

Name: Skeleton Warrior
Class: Fighter
Race: Undead
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 13, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 6, Wis 8, Cha 5
Level: 12
Resistances: Slashing(50%), Darkness(90%), Death(auto)
Health: 150
Mana: N/A

These skeletons were different—equipped with superior swords and shields. Wary of this heightened threat, Robert launched a Radiant Bolt. But this skeleton, possessing an agility its lesser brethren lacked, raised its shield, deflecting the magical missile. The creatures advanced, their swords gleaming menacingly in the dim light. Realizing the limitations of a purely magical approach, Robert drew his own blade. Steel met steel, the clash echoing through the silent graveyard.

The skeleton's strikes were powerful, forcing Robert to rely on his superior swordsmanship to parry each blow. As the battle wore on, fatigue began to set in. Another bolt of energy was met with a well-timed block. Seizing a fleeting moment of opportunity, Robert activated the Ring of Turn Undead. A blinding flash consumed the creature, banishing it in an instant.

He turned to the second skeleton, determined to conserve the ring's power. He focused his attacks, battering the skeleton's shield until it splintered and broke. With its defense shattered, he unleashed a final, decisive barrage of Radiant Bolts, overwhelming the creature.

The immediate threat neutralized, Robert slumped, catching his breath. The encounter had been a grueling test, pushing his skills to their limit, but he had prevailed. The two skeletons yielded more bone dust, and a welcome ten silver coins. Recognizing the need to recover, Robert rested.

He rose, weary but resolute, and continued his perilous journey deeper into the graveyard. Another pair of skeletal warriors rose to meet him, their swords glinting ominously—a grim reminder of the constant danger. This new pair, with their enhanced strength, proved formidable. Robert fought with every ounce of skill and cunning, parrying blows and unleashing his own magical attacks, but the relentless onslaught took its toll. He emerged victorious, but only after another exhausting battle, forcing him to rest again.

Examining his gear, he noted several chips in his sword's blade; a replacement would be needed soon. Rising once more, he pressed on, bracing himself for the next inevitable encounter, which came swiftly as he uncovered another pair of foes.

Name: Skeleton Mage
Class: Mage
Race: Undead
Profession: N/A
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 8, Dex 14, Con 10, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 5
Level: 13
Resistances: Slashing(50%), Darkness(90%), Death(auto)
Health: 130
Mana: N/A

Before Robert could even process the results of his Identify spell, a bolt of dark energy slammed into his shield, the impact jarring him and weakening the magical barrier. He surged forward, intent on closing the distance with the attacking skeletal mages, but a fiery projectile from the second forced him into a desperate dive. He retaliated with a Radiant Bolt, only to see it harmlessly absorbed by a shimmering, arcane shield surrounding the creature.

The air crackled with hostile magic. The battle became a brutal, back-and-forth exchange of spells and evasive maneuvers. Robert struggled to pierce the second skeleton's defenses, while the first, now stripped of its protective shield, relentlessly harassed him with dark magic.

Then, a flicker of opportunity: the first skeleton's arcane shield wavered. Robert seized the moment, unleashing a concentrated barrage of Radiant Bolts. The creature staggered, its form flickering, then collapsed into a lifeless heap of bone. Now, with his focus solely on the remaining mage, the duel intensified. Spells crisscrossed the battlefield, each a potential harbinger of death.

The tension was a palpable thing, a suffocating weight in the air. Yet, through a combination of skill, resilience, and sheer will, Robert persevered. A final, perfectly-aimed Radiant Bolt struck true, and the skeletal mage crumbled, its malevolent energy extinguished. He looted the fallen, collecting twenty silver coins and more bone dust, then slumped against a headstone, struggling to catch his breath. His status page revealed a critically low mana pool; a significant rest was unavoidable. He consumed a ration, reviewing the battles, searching for any tactical improvements he could make.

After over an hour, feeling his mana partially replenished, Robert stood, ready to continue. He realized he'd scoured most of the graveyard; only the small mausoleum remained. Recognizing this likely held the final, and most difficult, challenge, and understanding the need to be at his absolute best, Robert decided on a longer rest, waiting for his mana to fully regenerate.

Once his reserves were restored, he meticulously recast his protective spells. Then, with a deep breath to steel his nerves, he pushed open the mausoleum doors and entered. The air inside was thick with a palpable sense of dread. Dim light revealed six skeletal figures standing sentinel, their empty eye sockets burning with an unholy, malevolent glow.

As he advanced, three sarcophagi burst open, spewing forth two powerfully-built skeletal warriors and a robed skeletal mage. Surrounded by nine formidable opponents, Robert knew this was the ultimate test. The skeletal warriors, wielding swords and shields, pressed a coordinated attack, while the mages unleashed a torrent of devastating spells. Robert, a whirlwind of motion, dodged, weaved, and countered with his own arsenal of spells and the practiced skill of his swordsmanship.

The battle raged, a chaotic maelstrom of life and death. Robert’s magic began to tear through the skeletal ranks, yet their numbers remained daunting. With each passing moment, the situation grew increasingly dire. Yet, Robert refused to falter. Drawing upon the last vestiges of his strength and refined skill, he fought with a ferocity that surprised even himself. He danced away from incoming attacks, parried lethal blows, and launched calculated counterstrikes. One by one, the skeletal warriors fell, their lifeless forms adding to the macabre decor of the mausoleum floor. Finally, a well-aimed bolt pierced the mage's defenses, ending its threat. With the heavy hitters eliminated, the remaining six skeletons were swiftly dispatched.

Level Up!

Looting the skeletons, he received his normal rewards. As soon as the final body was looted they all vanished and a Golden Chest appeared.

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.
Chest contains:

One Rare Silver Inlayed Steel Longsword(Enchanted)

Ten gold coins

One Rare Shop Token

One Unlocked Skill Point

One pair of Uncommon Heavy Leather Pauldrons

One pair of Uncommon Heavy Leather Bracers

One pair of Uncommon Heavy Leather Greaves

One Uncommon Heavy Leather Helm

One pair of Uncommon Heavy Leather Boots.

Items added to user inventory.
Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

With that final thought the chest vanished and Robert walked through the portal that replaced it.

Chapter 23

The dungeon's stale, damp air, a clinging reminder of the ordeal he'd just endured, clung to Robert like a shroud. Yet, even the oppressive atmosphere couldn't extinguish the flickering flame of triumph within him. He had conquered the grueling test, pushed himself to the absolute limit, and emerged victorious. As the familiar warmth of his home enveloped him, a wave of exhaustion washed over him, a stark contrast to the adrenaline that had fueled him moments before.

Sara, his wife, her face a canvas of mingled relief and deep-seated worry, rushed to meet him. "Robert!" Her voice was a breathy exclamation, her brow furrowed with concern. "You're back! Are you hurt?" She searched his face, her hands hovering, wanting to touch, to reassure herself he was truly whole. He pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair, the familiar scent grounding him.

"I'm fine, love," he reassured her, the words a hoarse whisper against her ear. His body throbbed with a symphony of aches, a testament to the brutal battles he'd faced, but he pushed the pain aside. "Just... incredibly worn out." The children, John, Richard, and little Stacey, drawn by the commotion, clustered around him, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension.

"Dad, you look like you fought a dragon!" John observed, his voice tinged with both admiration and concern. Stacey, her lower lip trembling slightly, reached out a tentative hand to touch his arm. "Daddy, are you really okay?" she asked, her voice a fragile thread of worry. He knelt, ruffling her hair with a gentle hand. "I'm fine, princess," he promised, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired. It was a tough one."

He regaled them with a carefully edited tale of his adventure, pulling out a photograph of the eerily beautiful, yet terrifying, graveyard, and a chilling image, captured by his Identify spell, of one of the skeletal warriors. Stacey gasped, her small hand flying to cover her mouth in a mixture of fear and fascination. John, however, looked at his father with a growing unease. "Dad, are you sure you should be doing these dungeon runs?" he asked, his voice laced with a concern that belied his young age.

Robert sighed, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. "I don't have a choice, son," he explained, the weariness returning to his voice. "If I don't complete two runs a week, the System will force me into back-to-back runs on the last day. And that..." he trailed off, unwilling to voice the potential dangers of such a grueling schedule. "That's not fair!" Richard burst out, his young face flushed with righteous anger.

"I know, son," Robert agreed, his voice heavy with resignation. "The System is inflexible. A cold, calculating machine. It has its goals, and it will stop at nothing to achieve them, regardless of the human cost." "But," Robert added, forcing a brighter tone, "I did get some pretty good rewards this time." He pulled out the items acquired from the rare chest, the gleaming new sword catching the light.

John picked it up, his fingers tracing the intricate carvings on the hilt. "This is beautiful, Dad," he breathed, his earlier concern momentarily forgotten. "Yes, and perfect timing," Robert agreed, a genuine smile finally reaching his eyes. "My old sword was starting to show its age, and neither my mending spell nor my Repair ability could fully restore it."

He paused, then continued, "But the best part is the gold. It's finally enough to buy one of the Tier 2 spell books, and I desperately need the power boost to keep up." "Which one are you going to get?" John asked, his eyes shining with interest. Robert hesitated. "I'm leaning towards water," he admitted. "I wish one of the books offered advanced healing; that would significantly help me craft more powerful items. But, with any luck, one of the water spells will have some healing properties, even if it's not the primary focus."

After a precious hour spent reconnecting with his family, a balm to his weary soul, Robert retreated to his spare room, the designated space for his System-related activities. He began the methodical process of organizing his inventory, a task that always brought a strange mix of satisfaction and frustration. As he sorted through the accumulated items, he was struck, not for the first time, by the ephemeral nature of so many of them.

Equipment that had once seemed invaluable was now obsolete, rendered useless by the System's relentless progression. Returning to his office, seeking inspiration for his next enchanting project, a sudden, intriguing thought sparked in his mind. "Hey Hal," he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity, "is it possible to enchant cloth?"

Indeed. Enchanting cloth is achievable, but it presents a greater challenge than enchanting objects with fixed forms. The process requires a superior level of skill and exceptional precision, particularly in the stitching. Your current capabilities suggest you can manage it, Robert. However, a crucial caveat: inferior thread can compromise the enchantment's stability, leading to a potentially dangerous and uncontrolled discharge of magical energy.

"Can I use something stronger than cloth thread?" Robert asked.

Certainly. Your proficiency in sewing makes silver thread a natural choice for enchanting cloth. Silver possesses excellent conductive properties for magical energy. When purchasing, however, be certain to select thread of the utmost purity; impurities can significantly compromise the enchantment's stability.

Robert's search for silver thread led him down an online rabbit hole, culminating in a surprisingly affordable find. "Forty dollars for a hundred feet of 99.99% pure silver? A steal," he muttered to himself, clicking the 'buy' button with a satisfied smirk. The transaction complete, his thoughts immediately jumped to the practical application. Cloaks. The image formed in his mind: a flowing garment, subtly shimmering with magic. A cloak woven with an air shield, a constant barrier against attack. Or perhaps, he considered, a spark of excitement igniting within him, a cloak of swiftness, drawing upon the power of a minor time spell to grant bursts of incredible speed. The potential applications seemed endless.

Both cloak concepts possess considerable merit. Remember to acquire a set of needles specifically designed for working with fine metallic threads; standard needles may prove inadequate.

"Thanks for the reminder, Hal," Robert replied, a grateful smile spreading across his face. He turned his attention back to the screen, browsing through various online vendors for suitable cloaks. He quickly located several promising options and, with a few clicks, ordered a dozen heavy cloth cloaks in a variety of dark, neutral colors, thinking they would provide the best canvas. Just as he confirmed the purchase, Sara entered the room, her gaze drawn to the array of cloaks displayed on his monitor.

"Cloaks?" she questioned, a playful lilt in her voice, one eyebrow arched in amusement. "Really, Robert? Aren't those a bit... theatrical, even for you?" "They're a simple, classic garment," Robert defended, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Perfect for testing my enchantments. I need a blank canvas, and this will help me practice. Once I've mastered the basics, I'll move on to more complex items, like shirts and jackets, or even dresses."

"I suppose that makes a certain kind of sense," Sara conceded, though a small, thoughtful frown creased her brow, hinting at a lingering skepticism. "But couldn't you achieve the same result with just a simple piece of cloth? Seems a bit extravagant." "Not quite," Robert explained patiently. "I need to test the enchantments on something I can actually wear, something that simulates real-world conditions. A loose piece of fabric won't give me accurate results."

The following day, a large package arrived, containing Robert's carefully chosen supplies and the dozen cloaks. He cleared his workbench, a sense of anticipation building within him. With practiced precision, honed over countless hours of crafting, he began the intricate task of enchanting the first cloak. Selecting a spool of shimmering silver thread, he meticulously inscribed the runes of the Air Shield spell onto the dark fabric, his brow furrowed in concentration. After an hour of focused, painstaking work, the enchantment was complete. He stepped back, took a breath and cast the Identify spell to reveal its properties.

Name: Cloak of Shielding
Tier: 1
Rank: Uncommon
Description: This cloak, crafted by the hand of an expert enchanter, will expend 1 charge to cast a Minor Shield of Air spell upon the wearer.
Charges: 15

Pleased with his first creation, Robert turned his attention to the second cloak. He imbued it with the runes of the minor movement spell, carefully weaving them into the fabric. Once the enchantment was complete, he cast the Identify spell.

Name: Cloak of Minor Movement
Tier: 1
Rank: Uncommon
Description: This cloak, crafted by the hand of an expert enchanter, will expend 1 charge to cast a Minor Increased Movement spell upon the wearer.
Charges: 15

The Air Shield cloak, humming faintly with contained magic, was carefully folded and stored alongside its un-enchanted brethren. A profound sense of satisfaction, the quiet pride of a craftsman in a job well done, settled over Robert. He sealed the box, leaving the remaining cloaks for later, and sought out the comforting chaos of his family. He found them gathered in the living room, a tableau of domestic tranquility: Sara reading, the children engrossed in a board game.

He joined them, relishing the simple joy of their company, the worries and pressures of the System fading into the background. The next morning, while organizing his ever-growing inventory – a task that seemed to become more complex with each passing day – Robert noticed a surprisingly large balance of silver coins. Nearly four hundred, accumulated from countless dungeon runs, and largely forgotten amidst the more immediately pressing concerns of crafting materials and magical upgrades.

He rarely paid attention to the mundane currency, focused as he was on acquiring rarer resources. Intrigued by their current potential value, and aware that his enchanting supplies weren't cheap, a plan began to form. He decided to investigate their worth in the "real world."

Robert's research pointed him towards a local pawn shop, "Golden Hand Pawn," a well-established, if somewhat dusty, institution known for its fair dealings, at least according to online reviews. He arrived to find a short queue, a mix of people hoping to offload unwanted possessions or secure a quick loan. As he waited, he approached a young employee, a man with tired eyes and a neatly trimmed beard, who was restocking shelves behind the counter.

"Excuse me," Robert began, "I have a collection of silver coins I'm looking to sell. Would you be interested?" The employee, sensing a potential commission, immediately straightened up, a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Possibly," he replied, his voice noncommittal. "Let's see what you've got." Robert produced a single coin from the pouch, placing it carefully on the counter.

The employee picked it up, turning it over in his fingers, his brow furrowing as he examined the unfamiliar script and intricate design. "Where did you get these?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "They were part of my father's estate," Robert explained, keeping his tone neutral. "He was a bit of a collector, but I don't know much about their origins."

The employee nodded slowly, then disappeared into a back room, returning moments later with a small testing kit. He meticulously tested the coin, confirming its high silver purity. "Alright," he said, finally looking up. "We can offer you spot price minus five dollars, depending on how many you have." Robert pressed for clarification. "$30.47 is the spot, take away $5 will make your total $25.47".

Robert considered for a moment, then countered, "How about $26.00 even? It's a fair price, and it saves us both the hassle of dealing with cents." The employee hesitated, then, with a shrug, agreed. "Deal." Robert returned to his car, the weight of the remaining 199 coins a tangible reminder of his unexpected windfall. He brought the heavy pouch back inside, the employee now visibly more enthusiastic.

After a thorough, and somewhat painstaking, count and examination of each coin, the transaction was finalized. Robert walked out of the Golden Hand Pawn with $5,174 in crisp bills, a significant sum that eased the financial pressure he'd been feeling. Back home, he found Sara in the kitchen, preparing dinner. He recounted the story of the pawn shop visit, handing her the thick stack of cash.

"Here," he said, "Put this somewhere safe. It's a nice little bonus." While he was pleased with the unexpected income, Robert knew it wasn't a sustainable solution. The System demanded constant progress, a relentless pursuit of power. With a renewed sense of purpose, and a slightly lighter heart, he returned to his office, the image of the unfinished cloaks foremost in his mind.

His enchanting endeavors, the true path to security and advancement, beckoned. Several days, filled with focused work and precious family time, passed in a blur. Finally, the last of the cloaks was imbued with its protective enchantment. Robert stood back, admiring his handiwork. He was ready.

He prepared himself mentally and physically, gathering his supplies and donning his enchanted gear. It was time to descend into the dungeon once more, this time to face the unknown challenges of the sixth floor.

Chapter 24

Stepping through the portal, Robert was greeted by the usual AI greeting:

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Sixth Floor.

Robert not wasting any time went straight to the shop interface to buy the water spell book.

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Small Healing Potion
1
common
10 copper
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 10 health.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Fire spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Air
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Air spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Water
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Water spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Earth spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Healing

2
uncommon
50 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Healing spells.

Random Rare Scroll Pack
3
rare
1 token
This pack contains 5 random Tier 3 spell scrolls.

"Hal, I'm starting to think the System's messing with me," Robert said, a puzzled frown on his face. "I need that healing book, but what's the deal with these spell scrolls?"

Spell scrolls are one-time-use spells, you can cast directly from them, or study the scroll to learn the spell permanently. Studying it destroys the scroll, though.

"So, five random spells I can potentially add to my spellbook? Anything goes, huh?" Robert mused. "I guess even a mediocre Tier 3 spell is better than nothing at this point."

True, but remember the randomness. You could get spells from schools you can't use yet, or even five duplicates.

"Still worth a shot, if it gets me closer to that healing book. Fifty gold..." Robert trailed off.

Speaking of gold, have you considered selling some of your items?

"Completely slipped my mind!" Robert exclaimed. "Does the System shop pay decently?"

Not compared to a real merchant. But for an enchanter, even a third of an item's value can be a boost.

"A third? The System's a real tightwad," Robert chuckled.

It's designed to encourage player interaction, the System wants users to rely on each other, not it. Of course, in your situation, options are limited.

After buying the water book and the scroll pack, Robert experimented with selling some items to get a feel for the System's pricing.

Name: Fire Opal
Tier: 1
Quantity: 1
Price: 30 Silver

Name: Cloak of Shielding
Tier: 1
Quantity: 1
Price: 70 Silver

Name: Cloak of Minor Movement
Tier: 1
Quantity: 1
Price: 70 Silver

Name: Oak Rod of Healing
Tier: 1
Quantity: 1
Price: 1 Gold

"Hal," Robert said, a slight edge of disbelief in his voice, "Am I losing it, or are some of these prices seriously inflated?"

Enchanted items invariably command a premium. The art of enchanting is a rare and coveted skill. As for the healing item, any artifact capable of mending wounds is highly sought after. While that particular rod might offer only modest healing to a seasoned adventurer, it could be the difference between life and death for someone awaiting a skilled healer. The question then becomes: what value do you place on a human life?

Robert paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Point taken. So, in theory, if I returned with eighty of those rods, I could afford the remaining books..." He trailed off, lost in calculation. Before embarking on his task, Robert retrieved the spell scrolls and examined them with a critical eye.

Name: Scroll of Earth Bind
Tier: 3
Rank: Uncommon
Description: Earth Spell that anchors an opponent to the earth, making them unable to move or cast spells. This spell is useful for controlling powerful enemies or escaping dangerous situations.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Water Wall
Tier: 3
Rank: Uncommon
Description: Water Spell that creates a wall of water to block attacks and projectiles. The wall can last for 30 seconds plus 15 second per tier over 3 plus 5 seconds per (int/10) or until it is dispelled.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Healing Light
Tier: 3
Rank: Uncommon
Description: Light Spell that emits a beam of healing light that restores 20 health points per second to a target ally. The healing effect lasts for 10 seconds.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Gravity Well
Tier: 3
Rank: Uncommon
Description: Gravity Spell that creates a gravitational pull that draws enemies towards the caster, dealing 15 damage plus 10 damage per tier over 3 and reducing their movement speed for 10 seconds + 5 seconds per tier over 3.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Nature's Wrath
Tier: 3
Rank: Uncommon
Description: Nature spell that summons a barrage of thorns up to 10 thorns plus 2 thorns per tier over 3 and 1 through per (Int/10)and vines to attack enemies in a 10-foot radius, dealing 10 nature damage per hit.
Charges: 1

"These scrolls are surprisingly potent," Robert observed, a hint of awe in his voice. "Three of them are immediately usable, without needing to unlock any new skills." He held them up, examining the intricate script.

And it might be highly advantageous to unlock the requisite skills for the remaining two, you possess the unspent skill points.

Robert hesitated. "That's true...but am I becoming overly reliant on magic? Maybe I should diversify," he mused, pacing the small room.

You are, fundamentally, a mage, mages thrive on magic. While supplementary skills like swordsmanship or archery can provide a tactical advantage, your core strength, your essence, lies in the arcane arts. Your current path reflects a significant investment in that core strength.

"Right," Robert conceded, a renewed sense of purpose filling him. "Alright, I'll unlock those two skills and commit these spells to memory." He nodded decisively. Robert dedicated the following hours to mastering the five spells contained within the scrolls. He practiced the incantations, the hand gestures, the subtle modulations of his inner mana. Once he felt a comfortable level of proficiency, he rose, stretching his tired muscles, and prepared to depart for the dungeon. Abruptly, the door behind him dissolved into shimmering particles, replaced by a swirling, iridescent portal. "Hal, what in the world is happening?" Robert asked, a jolt of alarm coursing through him.

Curious, the System is altering your destination. It appears an unforeseen event has necessitated a change of plans.

"Should I be concerned?" Robert inquired.

Not unduly. The level of challenge will remain consistent. However, a novel situation has arisen, and the System has evidently determined that you are the most suitable candidate to address it. Alternatively, another user may have requested aid, and you were selected.

"Wait, someone requested help? How?" Robert asked, bewildered.

You must understand, dungeons are not bespoke creations for each individual, that would be an inefficient expenditure of resources. The System draws upon a vast, pre-existing network of dungeons spanning the multiverse. It identifies an unoccupied level, modifies it to meet the specific parameters of the challenge, and then establishes a portal connection. Reusing existing structures is far more efficient than generating them anew.

"I... I think I understand," Robert replied slowly. "So, the portal is basically a shortcut to some random, unused dungeon level in another System-connected reality?"

Precisely. I hypothesize that an unusual event is unfolding, and the System has opted to capitalize on it.

Robert chuckled wryly. "So, because I took extra time to prepare, the System decided to throw me a curveball. I guess I only have myself to blame."

Perhaps, however, the System would not redirect you without sufficient justification. Consider this a valuable, and potentially more rewarding, opportunity.

With a final, resolute nod, Robert steeled his nerves and stepped through the swirling portal, bracing himself for the unknown that awaited him.

Chapter 25

Robert stumbled through the shimmering, disorienting space of the portal, expecting the cold, damp embrace of a dungeon. Instead, he landed on solid earth, the scent of wildflowers and freshly turned soil filling his nostrils. He blinked, momentarily blinded by the sudden sunlight. He wasn't in a dank crypt; he was standing on a well-worn dirt road that meandered between quaint, half-timbered houses with thatched roofs. A verdant forest, alive with the chirping of unseen birds, stretched beyond the village's edge, a picture of serene, rustic life.

It was… idyllic. Almost too idyllic. He took a tentative step forward, the crunch of gravel under his boots the only sound breaking the peaceful silence. The village seemed deserted, the silence unsettling. Where were the people? The livestock? Even the stray dogs one might expect in a rural setting were absent. He ventured deeper, a growing unease prickling at the back of his neck. This wasn't right. This wasn't a dungeon. This wasn't…

A blood-curdling scream, raw and desperate, shattered the tranquility. It ripped through the air, a jagged tear in the fabric of the peaceful scene. Robert's instincts took over. He broke into a run, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword, his heart pounding in his chest. He followed the sound, his pace quickening with each desperate cry. Rounding a bend in the road, a horrific scene unfolded before him. A family – a man, a woman, and a young girl – were huddled together, their faces contorted in terror.

They were under attack by a pack of skeletal warriors, their bony claws dripping with an unnatural, oily black substance. The skeletons were led by a grotesque goblin shaman, its wrinkled green skin stretched taut over sharp bones, its eyes burning with a malevolent, sickly green light. The shaman cackled, a sound that grated on Robert's nerves, as it raised a gnarled staff, preparing to unleash another spell.

Without hesitation, without a second thought, Robert acted. He channeled his power, focusing the raw energy of his will, and unleashed a blinding burst of radiant energy. The spell struck the closest skeleton, the one directly threatening the little girl. The skeletal structure, already brittle and decayed, couldn't withstand the holy power. It exploded in a shower of bone fragments, the oily black substance dissipating into nothingness.

The sudden, unexpected attack startled the remaining undead. Robert seized the advantage. He unleashed a flurry of spells, bolts of pure energy lancing out from his fingertips, striking the remaining skeletons with pinpoint accuracy. One by one, they crumbled, their unholy animation extinguished. The goblin shaman, momentarily stunned by the ferocity of Robert's assault, shrieked in rage and flung a dark, viscous bolt of energy.

Robert, anticipating the attack, dodged with a practiced ease, the spell impacting harmlessly on the ground, leaving a patch of withered, blackened earth. He retaliated with a swift, precise spell of his own, a concentrated blast of force that slammed into the shaman, sending it sprawling. Before it could recover, Robert was upon it, his sword a silver flash in the afternoon sun.

The blade met the goblin's flesh with a sickening thud, ending its threat permanently. Panting, his heart still racing, Robert turned to the terrified family. They were huddled together, the man shielding his wife and daughter with his body, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "Are you alright?" Robert asked, his voice hoarse from exertion.

He sheathed his sword, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. The man stared at him, his mouth agape. He opened and closed it several times, as if struggling to form words. Finally, he stammered, "Xal'thak, n'zarth, k'thr'lak, y'thr'lth." The sounds were utterly foreign, a jumble of guttural clicks and hisses. Robert frowned, confused. "Hal, I cannot understand them," he said, his voice low, hoping the family wouldn't be further alarmed by his seemingly talking to himself.

They are speaking System Common. Normally, you would learn the language beforehand during the initial System integration process, but due to the early and unexpected deployment, you were not granted the necessary linguistic protocols. One moment, I shall attempt to rectify this oversight.

System Override Requested!
Override Approved!
Basic System Language Pack Granted!
New Skills Learned!

A wave of warmth washed over Robert, a tingling sensation spreading through his mind. It felt as if a locked door in his brain had suddenly been flung open, revealing a flood of new information. Suddenly, he could understand their words, the sounds now forming coherent sentences in his mind. "Are you okay, stranger?" the woman inquired, her voice trembling, her eyes still wide with fear, but a glimmer of hope now shining within them.

"Yes, I’m fine. I apologize for the language barrier," Robert replied, relief flooding through him. "I... I wasn't prepared for this." "But we’re speaking Common, everyone knows Common," the man exclaimed, perplexed, his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked Robert up and down, taking in his strange attire – the enchanted leather armor, the unfamiliar sword, the faint aura of magical energy that still clung to him.

"I’m new to the System," Robert explained, trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring. "My Universe is still integrating. I haven’t been granted the full range of standard protocols yet." The man's eyes widened in sudden understanding. "You’re a Forerunner," he realized, awe creeping into his voice. He took a step back, almost reverently. "A Forerunner. I’ve never met one before. I've only heard stories..."

Forerunner is the system label given to identify people like you who are the first system users for a universe, while not common, it's a known event, often accompanied by initial instability and integration challenges.

Robert, still slightly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of information and the dramatic shift in the man's demeanor, refocused on the immediate situation. "What’s happening here?" he asked, gesturing towards the destroyed skeletons and the lingering scent of dark magic. "Are you injured? I can heal you. I have some basic healing spells." “We’re fine, thank goodness,” the man replied, shaking his head. He reached out and took his wife's hand, his grip tight and reassuring.

"Monsters started attacking the village a short while ago. We were just heading inside when they found us. We thought... we thought we were going to die." He shuddered, the memory of the near-death experience still fresh. “I should continue on to see if there are others I can help," Robert said, his voice filled with a newfound sense of urgency. He couldn't shake the image of the terrified family, the horrifying closeness of death. He needed to do more. "Will you be okay? Do you have somewhere safe to go?" He added, almost as an after thought, "by the way, my name is Robert, Robert Williams."

“We’ll be fine. This is our home," the man said, gesturing towards the simple, yet sturdy-looking house behind them. "We’ll head inside and barricade the door. Just be careful, Robert,” the man warned. “The village elder and the guard captain should be at the town center, near the village hall. You might want to check there. They'll likely be coordinating the defense." "Also it is nice to meet you, Robert, my name is Kael, and this is my wife Elara, and our daughter Lyra."

He gestured to each in turn. "We are going to head in, please be careful." Elara gave Robert a small, grateful smile, her eyes still red-rimmed from crying, and Lyra, a little girl of no more than five, peeked out from behind her mother's skirts, her large, innocent eyes filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity. With that, the family retreated into their home, the sound of furniture being dragged across the wooden floor and heavy bolts being slammed into place echoing through the otherwise quiet street.

Robert watched them go, a knot of anxiety tightening in his stomach. He quickly gathered the meager loot from the fallen creatures – a few chipped bone fragments, a tarnished silver ring from the goblin shaman – and stored them in his inventory. He then turned and headed towards the town center, his pace brisk, his senses on high alert. The idyllic facade of the village had been shattered, revealing a terrifying reality.

As he headed toward the center of the village, a growing sense of dread filled him. The silence was broken only by the occasional gust of wind rustling through the trees and the distant sounds of battle. He passed two other homes, their doors hanging open, their interiors ransacked. Outside each, he found scenes of carnage. Two more families, brutally slain. He saw the bodies of men, women, and children, lying broken and lifeless on the ground.

Nearby, he spotted the attacking forces – more skeletal warriors and goblin shamans, their eyes glowing with that same unsettling green light. Without a word, Robert engaged, the fury of the previous encounter fueling his actions. Spells flew, his sword danced, and the undead fell swiftly beneath his onslaught. But the victory felt hollow, the silence that followed punctuated only by his own ragged breathing. "Hal," Robert asked, his voice heavy with sadness, his hands trembling slightly as he cleaned his sword, "is this real? Are these poor people really dead? This isn't some... some simulation?"

I'm afraid so, Robert, this is a real System World, and these are real people, with real lives, now extinguished. Their deaths are permanent.

Robert felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He had seen death before, in his own world, but it had always been distant, impersonal, mediated by news reports or television screens. This was different. This was visceral, immediate, and utterly heartbreaking. "But how?" he asked, his voice choked with confusion. "I'm only level 12. These creatures are no match for me. Surely, the inhabitants of a System World, a world supposedly integrated with this... this cosmic network of power, should be more powerful, more capable of defending themselves."

You possess a powerful mage class, relatively good gear for your level, and you have invested heavily in your magical skills, the first family you encountered, Kael, Elara, and Lyra, they were not combatants. Kael is a farmer, Elara a seamstress, and Lyra is, well, a child.
I can can access very basic system data on them and tell you that Kael was level 26 and Elara level 21, but their levels were gained in non-combat professions. They had no combat skills, no magical abilities to defend themselves. Like in your own world, Robert, many people depend on others for protection. In your world, it might be the police, the military. Here, it's the village guard, perhaps a local lord or a group of adventurers. These people were simply… unlucky.

Robert forced a sad smile, a bitter taste in his mouth. "It makes sense, in a horrible, twisted way," he mumbled, quickening his steps, pushing himself to move faster. The sounds of battle grew louder, drawing him towards the village center. At the next intersection, his heart sank. Another family. The scene was sickeningly familiar. The man, lying face down in the dirt, a skeletal warrior's broken sword still protruding from his back. The woman, a few feet away, her body contorted in a silent scream, her eyes wide and staring blankly at the sky.

Two small children huddled nearby, crying uncontrollably. Fury, raw and untamed, surged through Robert. He roared, a primal scream of rage and frustration, and unleashed a torrent of profanities, a stream of curses directed at the System, at the monsters, at the universe itself. He didn't bother with strategy, with finesse. He simply attacked. He charged into the midst of the remaining skeletons, his sword a blur of silver, fueled by his righteous anger.

Bolts of energy flew from his fingertips, incinerating bone and sinew. He ignored the skeletal swipes, the minor cuts and bruises they inflicted, his focus narrowed to a single point: the goblin shaman, the leader, the source of this nightmare.

Steel met bone in a symphony of violence. Robert parried, thrust, and slashed, his movements driven by instinct and adrenaline. The goblin shrieked, its spells going wild, missing their target. Finally, with a desperate cry, Robert lunged, his sword piercing the goblin's chest. The creature gurgled, its sickly green eyes fading to dull black, and collapsed. He turned his attention back to the remaining skeletons, his fury still burning hot.

He dispatched them with brutal efficiency, spells and sword working in perfect harmony, until silence once again descended upon the street. Only this time, the silence was broken by the sobs of the surviving children and the ragged breathing of the woman, who was still alive, though badly wounded. Rushing to the fallen man, Robert knelt beside him, desperately channeling his most potent healing spell. He focused all his will, all his energy, into the incantation, pouring every ounce of his magical power into the attempt. But nothing happened. The man remained lifeless, his body cold and still.

I'm sorry, Robert, but you currently lack the power to resurrect the dead. That ability is far beyond your current capabilities

Despair, black and suffocating, crushed him. He sank to his knees, the weight of his failure pressing down on him like a physical burden. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. He looked at the woman, her face pale and streaked with tears, her children clinging to her, their small bodies trembling. He choked out, "I'm so sorry. I... I tried. If I'd only moved faster, if I'd been stronger..." "Stranger, stop!" the woman's voice, though shaken and weak, held a surprising strength, a core of resilience that refused to be broken.

"This... this was not your fault. You saved me and my children. That's all that matters." She reached out and took her husband's lifeless hand, her grip tight with grief, her knuckles white. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Robert forced himself to stand, to regain some semblance of control. "Is there somewhere you can hide?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion. "Somewhere safe? A cellar? A reinforced room?"

He needed to get them to safety, to give them a chance to survive. "Yes," she said, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes distant, focused on some unseen point beyond the immediate horror. "Our home... it's nearby. I'll take the children and... and wait there. Until this madness ends." She gave a weak, watery smile. "Thank you, stranger. Thank you for everything." With a final, heart-wrenching sob, she let go of her husband's hand, scooped up her children, and disappeared into the maze of houses, her footsteps fading into the silence.

Robert stood alone, the weight of responsibility and grief settling on him like a shroud. He had saved some, but not all. He had arrived too late to prevent the tragedy, to save the lives of those who had already fallen. It was a heavy burden to carry, a bitter taste of the realities of this new, terrifying world. But he knew he couldn't falter. He couldn't give in to despair. He had to keep moving. He had to help whoever else he could. With renewed determination, his jaw set, his eyes burning with a fierce resolve, he turned towards the town center, the heart of the battle yet to be fought, the sounds of combat growing louder with each step.Just as hope dwindled, an old man emerged from the village hall.

With a shattered glass orb, he summoned a blinding light. Robert pressed on, the urgency of the situation fueling his pace. He couldn't afford to waste time looting the bodies, the cries for help still ringing in his ears. He had to reach the village center, to find the remaining defenders, to offer whatever assistance he could. As he rounded the last house, the village center came into view, a scene of chaotic, desperate struggle.

A small, two-story building, likely the village hall, stood at the heart of the square. It was a simple structure, built of wood and stone, with a thatched roof and a small bell tower. Flanking the hall were two other buildings: a slightly larger structure that appeared to be an inn, its sign depicting a frothy mug of ale, and a general store, its windows boarded up, its door hanging open at a precarious angle. Before the hall, a fierce battle raged.

Five defenders – a mix of men and women, armed with swords, spears, and axes – fought valiantly against a horde of skeletal warriors and goblin shamans. They were clearly outnumbered, their movements desperate, their faces grim with determination and fear. A goblin shaman, its staff crackling with dark energy, unleashed a bolt of sickly green magic. The spell struck one of the defenders, a young woman wielding a spear, sending her crashing to the ground, her body convulsing.

Seizing the opportunity, Robert charged into the fray, his sword already drawn, a battle cry tearing from his throat. He moved with a speed and ferocity born of desperation and rage, cutting down the nearest goblin with a swift, brutal strike. His sudden appearance caught the remaining goblins off guard, their attention momentarily diverted from the beleaguered defenders.

This brief respite allowed the defenders to regroup, to pull their wounded comrade back towards the relative safety of the village hall. They formed a defensive line, their backs to the building, their weapons raised in defiance. But the goblins, recovering from their initial surprise, pressed their attack, their numbers seemingly endless. Robert found himself in the thick of the fighting, dodging spells, parrying blows, his magic and sword working in concert.

He was acutely aware of his vulnerability, his protective spells barely holding against the onslaught of dark magic. Desperate, he began to channel a powerful nature spell, drawing upon the energy of the earth, of the surrounding forest. He could feel the power building within him, a tingling sensation spreading through his limbs. But before he could unleash the spell, reinforcements arrived – another wave of goblins, their numbers doubling the already overwhelming force. Hope flickered and threatened to die. Just as hope dwindled, an old man emerged from the village hall. With a shattered glass orb, he summoned a blinding light.

Blessing of the Orb of Sacrifice received.
All stats +10
Health +200
Mana recharged
Greater shield of Protection granted
30 seconds remaining

A surge of divine energy, a gift from the shattered Orb of Sacrifice, flooded Robert's being, imbuing him with an almost godlike power; his muscles surged with newfound strength, his mind sharpened to a razor's edge, and his magical reserves replenished to overflowing. He became a whirlwind of destruction, a tempest of steel and searing magic, his sword a blur as he carved a path of righteous fury through the goblin ranks, each strike precise and lethal, his spells erupting with devastating force. The remaining skeletons, already hard-pressed by the revitalized defenders, crumbled under the combined assault, their bony frames shattering into dust.

The tide had turned, the battle won in a breathtakingly swift and decisive counterattack. But the blessing was ephemeral, a fleeting gift; as quickly as it had ignited, the divine power receded, leaving Robert drained, his body trembling with exhaustion, his vision swimming. He stumbled, nearly collapsing under the sudden weight of his fatigue. A strong hand caught his arm, a kind defender – a woman with tired eyes and a determined set to her jaw – rushing to his aid.

"Careful, stranger," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "You pushed yourself beyond your limits. You'll need time to recover." Robert, unable to muster a coherent response, simply nodded weakly, his gratitude overwhelming, and sheathed his sword with a shaking hand, the metal scraping against the scabbard. He leaned heavily on the defender, allowing her to guide him towards the relative safety and sanctuary of the village hall, his legs heavy, his mind reeling from the aftereffects of the divine intervention.

Level Up!

With an incredible show of Willpower
Will Power +1

Chapter 26

Robert entered the crowded room, a scene of controlled chaos and palpable anxiety. Families, their faces etched with worry, clustered together, seeking comfort in numbers. The four defenders, recognizing him, quickly ushered him towards a smaller room at the back.

There, a young woman was frantically tending to a man lying prone on a makeshift bed. His body was a canvas of horrific wounds, deep gashes that seeped blood despite the crude bandages applied to them. "Dwalin's lost a significant amount of blood," the woman stated, her voice tight with concern and barely controlled desperation. "I've managed to staunch the bleeding for now, but without a proper healer, his chances are slim."

One of the defenders suggested, "We need to send someone to High Watch, immediately." Robert, however, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the injured man with a determined intensity. "That won't be necessary. Let me try." The woman looked up, surprised, a flicker of hope mixed with disbelief in her eyes. "You... you can heal?"

Robert nodded, a slight grimace acknowledging the effort it would require. "I know a little. I have a Tier 3 healing spell. Let's see if it's enough." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a brilliant, almost blinding beam of light erupted forth, engulfing the wounded man. The light pulsed with a vibrant energy, throbbing rhythmically.

As it slowly faded, the horrific wounds began to visibly knit themselves together, skin and muscle reforming before their astonished eyes. Dwalin's ragged breathing evened out, and a healthy flush of color returned to his pale face. Robert, visibly drained, sank to his knees, his own breathing labored. "That... took more out of me than I expected."

The woman was speechless for a moment, her eyes wide with awe. "A Tier 3 healing spell? That's… that's beyond the capabilities of most healers in High Watch!" The man who had initially guided Robert into the hall approached, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone. “Greetings, stranger. My name is Rhys. These are my companions: Kael, Moromir, and Kaelan. The man you healed is Dwalin. And you are…?”

Before Robert could respond, the young woman interjected, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you, sir, for saving him. My name is Calla.” Robert nodded, still catching his breath. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Robert Williams. Once I’ve recovered a bit, I’ll check on anyone else who might need healing. But if there's an immediate, critical case, you can use this.”

He held out his rod of healing. Rhys explained, “Dwalin was the most severely injured here. But we still need to thoroughly search the village, for both survivors and any remaining goblin threats.” Robert nodded in understanding. “I encountered two families hiding in their homes on my way here. Sadly, one man didn't survive, and two other families were completely lost. The southern approach to the village seems clear, at least for now.”

Rhys, his curiosity piqued, asked, "Robert, we are deeply grateful for your assistance, but what brings a man of your obvious abilities to such a small, remote village?" Robert hesitated for a moment. "Before I answer that, who was the elderly man wielding the glowing orb?" Calla answered, her voice laced with sorrow. "That was Elder Darian, my grandfather. He sacrificed himself to protect us all."

Robert offered his condolences, his tone sincere. "I'm truly sorry for your loss. Losing family is never easy." He then turned back to Rhys. "As for why I'm here... the System sent me. I was *supposed* to be in a dungeon, but it appears plans changed." Kael's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... you received a *System Quest* to come here?"

Robert nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I suppose so. I must have missed the notification in all the chaos. But it seems my task was to save your village." Rhys, still processing this revelation, raised an eyebrow. "Why our village? And why send someone of *your* level? I'm level 30, and even *I* struggled to hold them off." Robert mentally contacted his AI. "Hal, how much should I reveal to them?"

They're part of the System. They know to stay out of its way, but they also seem to have a good heart. I believe you can confide in them.

After a brief, internal consultation, Robert's expression turned serious. "I'm not from this universe," he stated, his voice firm and steady. "My home universe isn't integrated into the System yet. I've been selected as a Forerunner, part of the test to potentially bring the System to my world. I was undergoing training in a designated dungeon when the System abruptly redirected me here."

Rhys's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with astonishment. "You're a Forerunner? That's... incredible. So, in essence, the System used our village, our crisis, as a training exercise for you? Well, I suppose it worked out in our favor, in the end." Robert, curious about the context of the attack, asked, “Is this kind of thing – these goblin attacks – a common occurrence around here?”

Rhys shook his head, a grim expression settling on his face. “No, absolutely not. This is unprecedented. We have no idea where this goblin horde originated.” The next several hours were a somber blur of activity. Robert, having replenished his mana reserves, diligently used his healing magic to assist the injured villagers, while others worked tirelessly to bury the dead.

A heavy silence, punctuated by quiet sobs and the rhythmic clang of shovels, descended upon the village as the sun began to set. The villagers had survived, and there would be a tomorrow, however hard that tomorrow would be. Later that evening, as they gathered in the relative safety of the inn, a young girl, appearing to be around the same age as Robert's own daughter, approached their table.

Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen from crying, her face a mask of grief. “What am I supposed to do now?” she asked, her voice a trembling whisper. Calla, ever compassionate, responded gently, “Elara, I’m so, so sorry for your loss. Do you have any relatives nearby, anyone you could go to?” Elara shook her head, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. “Mommy never talked about any other family. I… I should have been home, but I was enjoying the day and I took my time getting back.”

Robert exchanged a worried look with Rhys, who quietly explained, “Elara’s family was one of the ones you found, Robert. She’s completely alone now.” Elara’s quiet sobs intensified. “I have no one,” she choked out. “I’m too young to take care of myself.” Robert turned back to Rhys, a sense of urgency growing within him. “She’s too young to access the System, correct? No leveling, no skills?” Rhys nodded grimly. “Not until she reaches fifteen.”

“And the village?” Robert asked, his hope dwindling with each passing moment. “Can any of the families here take her in?” Rhys shook his head, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “The goblins utterly devastated our fields. We’re facing a harsh winter; we'll be struggling just to survive. Some families might even be forced to leave.” “So, what options does she have?” Robert pressed, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

"I'll have someone escort her to High Watch and present her to the mayor. He'll either try to find a family willing to adopt her, or, more likely, he'll place her on a caravan heading to a larger city," Rhys replied. "The problem is, that transport costs a significant amount. And since she has no funds, she'll be indentured to the caravan master until she can work off the debt."

Robert’s eyes widened in alarm. “Wait, you mean if no one takes her in, she’ll essentially be sold into a form of servitude?” Rhys nodded, his tone apologetic. “It’s not precisely slavery. It’s a work bond. She’ll be obligated to work for the caravan master until she repays the cost of her transport and upkeep.”

“And how much would this transport cost?” Robert asked, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger. “Five or six gold pieces, I’d estimate,” Rhys replied. “Six gold *to* ride in the back of a wagon?” Robert exclaimed, incredulous. “Are these wagons constructed from dragon bone?” Rhys sighed, understanding Robert’s outrage.

“The nearest large city from High Watch is about a month’s journey away. The cost covers food, security along the way, and, of course, a profit margin for the caravan master. It’s not an ideal system, but it’s the established norm.”

There is another option

"Absolutely not, Hal. Don't even suggest it," Robert snapped, his voice sharp with immediate refusal. His sudden outburst startled those around him. Calla, her face etched with confusion, looked around the room, then back at Robert. "Who is Hal? Is someone else here?" Robert sighed, realizing he needed to provide some context. "My apologies. Hal is a System AI – an Artificial Intelligence – assigned to me as part of my Forerunner training," he explained.

Calla's brow furrowed further. "An AI? What exactly *is* that?" "Think of it as a miniature, personalized System," Robert elaborated, trying to simplify the complex concept. "It's a construct, a helper, designed to provide me with information and assist me in navigating the System's intricacies."

Rhys, intrigued by this new information, leaned forward. "So, you have a direct, personal link to the System itself?" Robert shook his head. "Not precisely. Hal *isn't* the System. He's an artificial being, a construct *created* by the System. He acts as an intermediary, offering guidance and support, but he's not the System itself."

Calla, still trying to grasp the concept, interjected, "Alright, I'm not sure I entirely understand all of that, but I won't dwell on it. So, what was it that Hal said that upset you so much?" Robert's expression darkened, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "He presented me with another option regarding Elara's situation... and I *really* don't like the implications."

I did not say it was a good option, only that there was another one. Normally I'm not allowed to tell you about other users, but I'm allowed to make an exception. Ask Elara about her Trait.

"What about her Trait?" Robert inquired, his voice a low murmur, laced with a curiosity that belied the seriousness of the situation. Elara visibly flinched, her face paling, and her eyes darted around the room nervously, as if searching for an escape. "No one knows about that," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Not even Mamma and Pappa knew." Rhys, with his characteristic gentle demeanor, offered a reassuring smile. "It's alright, child. You're safe here. No one present will judge you, no matter what it is." Elara, still hesitant, finally confessed, her voice a mere breath, "It's called 'Born in Power'." Calla, now deeply intrigued, leaned forward, her voice soft and encouraging. "Can you... can you read us the official System description, Elara?"

Elara hesitated for a moment longer, gathering her courage, then began to recite the description in a quiet, almost trembling voice:

'This rare and powerful trait imbues its bearer with an extraordinary affinity for magic. Those blessed with this trait possess the potential to unlock and master not just one, but four distinct spheres of magic, offering unparalleled versatility and power. Furthermore, this trait grants a significant advantage in the pursuit of higher-tier classes, increasing the likelihood of attaining a more potent and prestigious class.'

A profound silence descended upon the small group gathered at the table as the full weight of Elara's revelation sank in. The implications were staggering. Rhys was the first to break the silence, his voice grave and filled with a newfound urgency. "No one, absolutely no one, can know about this, Elara. If word of this Trait gets out, every noble house in the kingdom, every power-hungry lord and lady, will be clamoring for you. They'll force you to take binding oaths, perhaps even coerce you into a strategic marriage, all to exploit your potential for their own selfish gain."

Calla, her brow furrowed with worry and a sense of helplessness, spoke next. "But what can we do? We're simple farmers, Rhys. We have no knowledge of the kingdom's elite, no understanding of their schemes and machinations." Robert, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, turned inward, mentally addressing his AI companion. "Hal," he thought urgently, "what are you suggesting? What's the other option you mentioned?"

Simple. You take her with you and train her yourself.

Robert's mind raced. "Are you crazy? First, how could I train her? I'm still learning myself. Second, how could I take her? And third, what happens when my time here is up and I'm sent to another world?"

This is why the System sent you here: to give her a chance. The training you're receiving is preparing you, but you're not the only one it's looking after. Elara has a future the System is invested in. If you agree to take her, the System will send her with you. As for your time on Earth, she goes with you. You'll be her teacher and she'll be your student until she's ready to stand on her own.

Robert hesitated. "I'm barely able to protect myself. How can I protect a child?"

You're not considering your potential power. You have a Mythical class, Robert. You'll likely gain at least a Legendary profession and second class, possibly even Mythical. With that kind of power, few will pose a threat.

Robert countered, "There must be more powerful beings out there."

There are, but they're not common. Most beings you'll encounter will be ordinary users with common or uncommon classes. Many will outlevel you, but levels aren't the deciding factor.

Robert pressed, "What are you getting at?"

Let's ignore class abilities for a moment and focus on stats. As a Tier G Human, your average stats are 10 each, totaling 70 at level 10. Common classes grant 3 stat points per level, so at level 20, an average user would have 100 points. Mythical classes, however, grant 10 points per level, totaling 170 at level 20.

At level 20 you gain a profession and a common profession grants 2 points per level, so at level 50, a common user would have around 250 points. A Legendary profession grants 6 points, and a Mythical grants 7. So, at level 50, you could have 640 or 670 points. Those extra points translate to thousands of extra mana, health, strength, and a longer lifespan. Add in the skill point advantage of Mythical classes, and you're significantly more powerful.

After that you put back in Class Abilities and a high-tier class dominates a common or uncommon class.

Robert was stunned. "It sounds like the System is setting me up to be some kind of overlord."

Your actions determine your destiny. You could choose a less powerful path. The System offers opportunities, but how you seize them is up to you. Taking Elara is a chance to make a difference, but it's your choice.

Robert sighed. "I know I can't leave her. I'd never forgive myself."

The System respects your decision. If you choose not to, you'll still be rewarded, but differently.

"There really isn't a choice and you know it. I think you know me well enough to know that I'd not leave her here, knowing bad things will probably happen to her." Robert snapped.

Again the choice to have personal honor is your choice, the System isn't forcing it on you.

Robert chuckled bitterly. "So, the System's a bit of an ass, huh?"

The System knows your feelings and honestly doesn't care.

Robert grinned. "A real ass, then."

"Robert!" a voice called out, sharp and insistent, pulling him from his internal conversation. "What?" Robert asked, blinking, momentarily disoriented. "You were completely zoned out, ignoring us. We asked for your thoughts on the situation, and you didn't respond," Calla chided gently. "Oh, my apologies. I was just conferring with Hal," Robert explained, then, realizing that might not be sufficient, added, "We were discussing Elara's predicament."

Rhys leaned forward, his interest piqued. "And? What did you discuss?" Robert took a deep breath, preparing to reveal the potentially life-altering information. "It seems the System has other plans for Elara... and, by extension, for me. It appears the real reason I was sent here might not have been to save the village, but to take Elara with me and become her teacher, to train her in the ways of magic."

Hidden Quest Unlocked

Rhys smiled, "Well, you did save our village. I guess this is a bonus."

Quest Complete!

Robert chuckled as a treasure chest materialized on the table. "By the gods, what just happened?" Moromir exclaimed. "Seems the System didn't consider my village-saving quest complete until you confirmed it," Robert explained. "So, this chest is my reward. Let's see what your village is worth."

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded

Chest contains:

One skill book (Alchemy)

Five gold coins

One unlocked skill tokens

One Rare Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.
Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

"A skill book!" Moromir exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and a touch of envy. "I've never even *seen* a skill book in person before. And Alchemy, no less? That's got to be worth a king's ransom – at least 50 gold pieces, if not significantly more. What a magnificent reward!" The treasure chest, having dispensed its bounty, promptly vanished, leaving no trace of the portal that had delivered it.

Robert, taking note of this, mused aloud, "Well, it seems there's no going back home until we resolve Elara's situation. The System is certainly making its intentions clear." "That decision isn't yours to make, Robert," Calla pointed out gently, reminding him of the gravity of the situation. "Oh, I'm fully aware of that," Robert replied quickly, his gaze shifting to Elara.

"I was merely thinking aloud. Elara," he continued, addressing the young girl directly, "the System has presented you with a choice, a significant fork in the road of your life. You can remain here, and I will provide the necessary funds – the gold – to send you to a larger city, where you can attempt to forge your own path. Alternatively, you can choose to come with me. I will do everything in my power to train you, to help you become a powerful mage, to unlock the potential that lies within you."

Elara, her voice barely above a whisper, summarized her options, highlighting the inherent risks in each. "So, my choices are to stay here, potentially ending up under the control of a family I might despise, or to go with you, a man I barely know, into the complete unknown." Robert nodded, acknowledging the stark reality of her dilemma. "I have a wife and three children back home."

"You would live with us for the next five months, after which we'll be transported to a random world, a destination unknown even to me. This is my destiny as a Forerunner. I'm telling you this upfront because I have absolutely no control over where we'll end up. It's entirely possible that you might be safer, even with a family you dislike, than venturing into the absolute unknown with me."

Just then, Elara gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "I... I just received a quest! I've never gotten a quest notification before." "It's titled 'Walk Your Path'," Elara continued, reading from the newly appeared quest information, her voice tinged with confusion. "And it presents me with two options: either go with you, Robert, or... not. The description says, 'Go with Robert and gain a teacher and protector, or stay and gain a ???'"

"What do those question marks signify?" Robert chuckled wryly. "That, Elara, signifies two things. First, that particular path leads to a completely uncertain future, a roll of the dice with unknown consequences. And second," he added with a touch of sarcasm, "it signifies that the System can be remarkably unhelpful, even cruel. But to put it plainly, the System has given you two paths: one with a clearly defined, positive outcome, and the other shrouded in complete mystery."

"Who in their right mind would choose the unknown, especially given your circumstances? The System, while appearing to offer a choice, has essentially steered you towards one." Calla, understanding the manipulation, agreed, "You're absolutely right. That was a decidedly unfair tactic." Robert smiled at Calla in acknowledgement, then turned back to Elara, his expression softening.

"I'm sorry to pressure you, Elara, but a decision needs to be made. The System is waiting." Elara sighed, a hint of resignation in her voice. "I suppose there really isn't much of a choice, is there?" With that, she made her selection.

Hidden Quest Complete!

Level Up!

"My quest is complete!" Elara exclaimed, her voice a mixture of surprise and relief. "The reward is listed as 'a new teacher' – that's you, Master Robert – and... something else. But this second part is locked, inaccessible until I reach fifteen."

Robert smiled, acknowledging the System's often cryptic ways. "That's excellent news, Elara. Now, we should prepare to leave soon. Is there anything you need to retrieve from your home? Any personal belongings you'd like to take with you?" "There isn't much," Elara replied, "but I would like to gather a few family mementos, things that remind me of them. May I go home to pack?" "Of course," Robert agreed. Calla, ever supportive, immediately offered, "I'll go with you, Elara, to help you carry things." The two of them then departed, leaving Robert alone with the village defenders.

Robert turned to Rhys, his mind already shifting to practical matters. "Regarding your village's immediate needs," he began, "do you have enough resources to purchase sufficient food from High Watch to sustain yourselves until the next harvest? It's crucial that you have enough provisions." Rhys sighed, a worried expression clouding his face.

"We could buy enough food, theoretically, but the cost would be substantial. We have fifteen families remaining, and each family would require approximately fifty silver pieces to cover their basic food needs. Then there's the added expense of transportation, which would likely be another fifty silver. In total, we're looking at around eight gold pieces." He shook his head dejectedly. "I honestly doubt we can gather more than two or three gold, even if we pool all our remaining resources."

"That won't be a problem," Robert stated calmly, reaching into his inventory. "Take the five gold pieces from the reward chest, and I'll add another three hundred silver to that. Consider it a contribution to the village's recovery. Furthermore, I'm leaving my Healing Rod with you, just in case any further medical needs arise." Rhys was visibly stunned by Robert's generosity. "That's... that's far too much, Robert. You've already risked your life to save our village. We can't possibly accept such a significant donation." Robert waved off his concerns. "It's merely money, Rhys. I can always acquire more. It's of little consequence to me." Rhys persisted, "But the rod... that Healing Rod is a valuable artifact, worth several gold pieces on its own. We can't accept that either." Robert smiled reassuringly.

"The rod holds little value to me, personally. I've crafted several others similar to it. I can easily replace it." Rhys's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait... you mean to say you're an enchanter?" Robert nodded modestly. "It's not as difficult as you might think. In fact, if you have any suitable oak rods available, I could create a few more for you, or perhaps something else entirely, if you have a specific need."

If you're serious about enchanting, you should take the skill. While your magic is powerful, the skill would let you stack your abilities and create even more potent items. Plus, you might be offered Enchanting as a profession, which would take your skills to the next level.

Robert swiftly scanned his available skill list, locating the "Enchanting" skill, and without a moment's hesitation, selected and acquired it. Almost immediately, the villagers presented him with a collection of plain oak rods and several sturdy staves. He began working on the rods first, meticulously imbuing two of them with the Healing spell. The newly acquired Enchanting skill, synergizing seamlessly with his existing magical knowledge, allowed him to enhance the rods far beyond their original capabilities, significantly increasing both their charge capacity and the potency of their healing effect.

Turning his attention to the staves, Robert opted for different enchantments, carefully selecting "Nature's Wrath" for one and "Earth Bind" for the other, tailoring each staff to a specific tactical purpose. Just as he completed the final enchantment, Elara reappeared, carrying several bags filled with her belongings. Robert, ever practical, took the bags and efficiently stored them within his inventory.

"Are you prepared, Elara?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. "Keep in mind, we may never return to this village, so this is your opportunity to say your farewells." Elara, understanding the gravity of the moment, embraced each of the villagers in turn, offering heartfelt goodbyes. Once finished, she stood resolutely beside Robert.

"I'm ready," she declared. No sooner had the words left her lips than a shimmering portal materialized before them. Robert, in turn, shook hands with each of the remaining villagers, offering his thanks and well wishes, and then, with Elara by his side, stepped through the gateway, leaving the ravaged village behind.

Chapter 27

Upon stepping through the portal with Elara, Robert was met with a flurry of greetings from his family. "Robert! You're back!" Sara exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and concern. "That felt like an eternity... And who is this young girl with you?" Before Robert could answer, Elara whispered, "Master, she's speaking strangely."

Robert smiled, "It's English, our language. I'll use my teaching skill to share it with you." Meanwhile, Stacey, Robert's daughter, piped up, "Daddy, you sound funny too! Are you speaking Pig Latin?" Robert chuckled, "No, princess. I'm speaking System Common, a primary language on System Worlds." Stacey, ever the blunt child, declared, "It sounds silly."

"Elara thinks English sounds silly too. I guess you two have something in common." Robert smiled in agreement, then turned to his wife. "Elara?" Sara questioned, prompting Robert to explain, "It's a long story. Let's sit down. I'll share English with Elara, and then I'll tell you everything." He placed his hand on Elara's head, activating his teaching skill.

"Master, it's asking if I want to learn English as a Language subskill at level 2. Is that okay?" Elara inquired. Robert affirmed, "Yes, Elara. Accept the skill." Once Elara had acquired English, Robert began his recounting of the events, describing the village, the battles, the families he couldn't save, and the System's ultimate offer to make him Elara's teacher.

The weight of the experience settled upon him as he spoke, and Sara, sensing his sorrow, moved to offer comfort. With the immediate tasks assigned – John moving items to make room for Elara and Stacey helping her unpack – everyone dispersed, leaving Robert and Sara alone in their office. Sara began, "Robert, what the System did, sending you there, was wrong. You didn't deserve that."

Robert, however, had come to a different understanding. "I don't believe it was malicious," he replied. "The attack was going to happen regardless. The System simply seized an opportunity, recognizing both my potential and Elara's. I believe it has a plan for us." Sara, understandably skeptical, questioned, "What grand plans could the System possibly have for a child?"

Robert smiled. "I don't think it sees age in the same way we do. Consider this: I'm 51, hardly the typical age to embark on a new adventure." Sara paused, studying his face intently. "Hon, you don't look 51. You look more like you're in your early 40s." Intrigued, Robert examined his reflection in the bathroom mirror and returned, nodding.

"It's the stat changes. I put points into Constitution, pushing it above 20. I guess a side effect, along with increased longevity, is a more youthful appearance." Sara admitted, "I don't mind a younger you, but if this continues, the neighbors will start to notice. What happens when you look like you're in your thirties, or even twenties again?" Robert clarified, "It's too late to reverse the aging that dramatically. Hal said I won't appear younger than my mid-thirties."

Sara retorted, "That's not funny, hon. People will notice." Robert chuckled, accepting the inevitability. "We knew this would happen eventually. And I think, in a few more levels, I'll be beyond anyone's reach here. I'll ensure you and the kids are protected." Later that evening, Robert, fulfilling his role as Elara's master, sat with her in his office.

"Elara, you have the potential to learn four spheres of magic. Do you have any preferences?" He handed her a list of spheres he was familiar with, along with their associated spells. Elara studied the list, then looked up at him. "What do you think I should learn, Master?" Robert smiled gently. "That's not the question, Elara. The question is, what do you want to learn?"

"This is your future; these four spheres are your foundation. Take your time, but don't delay too long." After a moment of contemplation, Elara spoke. "I want to be able to protect others, to fight if necessary, and to heal the injured. Is that possible?" "Absolutely," Robert replied, pleased with her thoughtful response.

"Healing covers the healing aspect, and many elemental spheres, like Air, can be used for both protection and attack. Let's consider Healing, Air, and Light. Those three would fulfill your goals." He began to write on a sheet of paper. "Now, you have one more sphere to choose. This one is for fun. What interests you?" Elara was confused. "Why for fun? Shouldn't I choose something practical?"

Robert explained, "Elara, I'm already more powerful than you, and I'll likely always have an advantage due to my experience. What's most important is that you're happy and capable. You've already selected three practical spheres. This last one is entirely yours to enjoy." He continued, "There are over 30 spheres of magic, and you can choose any one. I can unlock an extra sphere, but I won't have any pre-learned spells in it."

"However, the System often provides them, either through quests or the shop." Elara pondered for a moment, then her face brightened. "Mommy once told me stories about a mage who could create amazing illusions. I'd like to learn something like that." "Illusion, huh? That's an excellent choice," Robert said, genuinely impressed. "It could be useful for both of us. We can learn it together."

"Yes, please!" Elara exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. With that settled, Robert used his last skill point to unlock the Illusion sphere and shared it with Elara. "I got a feat!" Elara exclaimed, surprised. "It's called Polymathic Prodigy. It gives me a 10% bonus to learning spells from my four spheres and a 5% bonus to skill experience in those spheres."

Robert chuckled. "That's a fantastic bonus. What level did you unlock the spheres at?" "Tier 1, level 9," Elara replied. "Good. With that bonus, we should be able to get three of those spheres to Tier 2 before we leave in five months. That will be a significant advantage." Finally, fulfilling the initial steps of his commitment as her teacher, Robert pulled out his Tier 1 spellbook and handed it to Elara.

“This book contains every Tier 1 spell for Air, Healing, and Light. Look through it and pick two spells from each school. I’ll review your choices tomorrow. If I approve, you can start studying them. I’m not sure how that will work without full System access, though.”

She can study them fine, she just doesn't have access to her System Spellbook yet, but she can add spells to it, she just cannot view it or use them yet.

"The good news," Robert said to Elara, "is that you can begin studying and learning spells. The only limitation is that your System Spellbook isn't accessible yet. You'll gain full access when you turn fifteen." Elara checked her status screen. "According to my status, I have fourteen Earth days remaining until my fifteenth birthday," she confirmed.

"Perfect," Robert replied, a smile spreading across his face. "That gives us ample time to master a few dozen spells. And then the real fun begins." The following morning, Elara sat with Robert, indicating the spells she had selected. He was surprised to see she had chosen three healing spells and three defensive ones, all centered around protection and support.

"Why these six?" Robert asked, genuinely curious about her reasoning. "Father always said that the best defense is a strong defense," Elara replied, a hint of melancholy coloring her voice. "I want to follow his teachings." Robert nodded, understanding her grief and the depth of her respect. "Those are the words of a wise man," he said softly.

"You’ve honored him well with your choices. These six are an excellent foundation. Dedicate today and tomorrow to studying them. And remember, Elara, it's alright to grieve. If you ever need to talk, Sara and I are here, without judgment." Over the next few days, Elara diligently learned her first six spells, then selected another six, this time all focused on healing.

Robert didn't push her towards offensive magic, understanding her current priorities. He knew that in time, she would likely choose some offensive spells, but for now, there was no rush. He suspected she would soon surpass his own healing abilities, which he welcomed. He had a strong feeling the System would eventually require Elara to accompany him on dungeon runs, and he wanted her to be able to protect herself, and if needed, take over the healing role, so he can focus on their group defence and attack.

While Elara studied, Robert dedicated his free time to crafting items to sell to the System Shop, determined to accumulate enough funds to purchase the spellbooks he needed. Five days after returning with Elara, it was time for another dungeon run. As he stood before the shimmering portal, he bid his family farewell, instructing Elara to continue her studies.

"Robert, I'm scared," Elara confessed, her voice trembling. "What if it's like last time? What if it's too dangerous?" Robert placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "One thing I've learned about the System," he said, his voice calm and steady, "is that it's firm but fair. I'll be challenged, certainly, but never by something I can't overcome with enough effort." With those reassuring words, he stepped through the portal.

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Seventh Floor.

Wasting no time Robert went to the store and sold off all of the items he had crafted, 85 Rods of healing, 35 cloaks, and 10 staves, which earned him 138 gold coins. Moving to the items for sell he pulled up the list:

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle

1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Small Healing Potion
1
common
10 copper
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 10 health.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Fire spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Air
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Air spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
2
uncommon
10 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Earth spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Healing
2
uncommon
50 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Healing spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Illusion
2
uncommon
5 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Illusion spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Nature
2
uncommon
5 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Nature spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Gravity
2
rare
25 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Gravity spells.

"Hal, why is the Gravity book so much more expensive than the other Tier 1 books?" Robert asked.

Because Gravity is a rare Sphere of magic, one not many people learn. Because it's a rare book it commands a higher price.

Robert shook his head, purchased all the books, and exited the room. As soon as he stepped out, he found himself in a dense forest.

Chapter 28

The oppressive heat of the afternoon sun beat down on Robert's brow, each ray a tangible weight. He found himself, not in the expected confines of a structured dungeon, but amidst the vibrant chaos of a primeval forest, teeming with life both beautiful and deadly. The air hummed with the incessant buzz of insects, the chirping of unseen birds, and the rustling of leaves under the weight of hidden creatures.

Towering trees, their gnarled branches reaching skyward like the arms of ancient giants, cast long, dancing shadows that played tricks on the eye. The very air seemed to vibrate with a primal energy, a constant reminder that he was a stranger in a land ruled by tooth and claw. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig underfoot, sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, a primal instinct honed by the constant threat of unseen dangers.

The wind, a fickle and capricious force, whispered through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of pine, damp earth, and something else... something wild and untamed. The branches of the ancient trees groaned and creaked under the wind's unseen hand, a chorus of mournful sounds that echoed through the silent forest.

His first encounter, a jarring reminder of this world's brutal reality, came swiftly. Three boars, far larger and more ferocious than any he had encountered in his hunting trips with his father back on Earth, charged out of the undergrowth, their tusks gleaming menacingly in the dappled sunlight. Their eyes, small and beady, were filled with a savage hunger. Instinct, honed by his recent trials, took over.

Reacting instantly, Robert channeled his mana, weaving a shimmering wall of water before the charging beasts. The Water Wall spell, born of his newly acquired knowledge, erupted from the ground, a solid barrier of churning, swirling water. The boars, caught completely by surprise, slammed into the unexpected obstacle, their momentum broken, their formation scattered. The sudden impact sent spray flying, momentarily obscuring the scene.

Seizing the opportunity, Robert quickly focused his will, shaping another spell. An Earth Bullet, a concentrated sphere of solidified earth, materialized in his hand. He hurled it with all his might, aiming for the head of a lone boar, momentarily separated from its companions. The projectile flew true, guided by his intent, striking the boar directly in the eye.

It was a lucky shot, a testament to his growing skill and a desperate prayer answered. The force of the impact was devastating, penetrating the skull and killing the beast instantly. It collapsed in a heap, its lifeless eyes staring blankly at the sky. But there was no time for celebration, no time for reflection.

The remaining two boars, enraged by the death of their companion, regained their footing and charged again, their snorts of fury echoing through the trees. Robert, drawing his sword, met their attack head-on. He moved with a fluid grace, a deadly dance of parry and thrust, his blade flashing in the sunlight. He ducked under a wild swing, the boar's tusk narrowly missing his head, and riposted with a swift, precise thrust, his sword piercing the beast's thick hide.

The boar squealed in pain, but continued its attack, its rage undiminished. The battle was a whirlwind of motion, a desperate struggle for survival. Finally, with a combination of skillful swordsmanship and well-timed spells, Robert managed to bring down the remaining boars, their bodies joining their fallen comrade on the forest floor.

He stood there, panting, his chest heaving, his muscles aching. Sweat dripped from his brow, mingling with the blood and dirt that stained his clothes. He looked around, his senses on high alert, ensuring that no other predators were lurking nearby, drawn by the sounds of the fight. Satisfied that he was, for the moment, alone, he knelt beside the fallen boars and began the grim task of looting their carcasses.

He recovered a single silver coin, surprisingly well-preserved, a pelt of coarse boar skin, and roughly five pounds of boar meat from each animal. The meat, though raw, represented a valuable source of sustenance in this unforgiving environment. He stored the spoils in his inventory, a space outside of normal reality, accessible only to him.

Continuing his trek deeper into the forest, Robert encountered his next adversary: a large, feline predator, resembling an oversized bobcat, its eyes glowing with a predatory intelligence. It moved with a sinuous grace, its muscles rippling beneath its sleek fur. Reacting quickly, Robert cast an Air Bullet, a concentrated blast of compressed air, striking the cat and inflicting minor damage, more of an annoyance than a serious wound.

The creature hissed, its fur bristling, and launched itself into the branches of a nearby tree, disappearing from sight. What followed was a tense, drawn-out game of cat and mouse, a deadly dance played out amidst the towering trees and dense undergrowth. Robert would strike at the cat with spells and sword, only to have it vanish into the canopy, its movements swift and silent.

Then, a moment later, it would reappear, attacking from a different angle, its claws extended, its teeth bared. This frustrating pattern continued for several minutes, testing Robert's patience and his reflexes. He realized that he needed to change his tactics. He couldn't afford to waste his mana on ineffective attacks. Deciding on a new approach, Robert channeled his energy into a Minor Movement spell, enhancing his speed and agility.

He felt a surge of power, his muscles responding with newfound quickness. With his enhanced speed, he anticipated the cat's next attack, dodging its claws with ease. As the cat landed, momentarily vulnerable, Robert seized the opportunity. He cast Earth Bind, a spell that caused the very earth beneath the cat's paws to solidify, trapping it in place.

The creature struggled, its powerful muscles straining against the magical restraints, but it was held fast. With the cat immobilized, Robert unleashed a barrage of Earth Bullet spells, each projectile striking with unerring accuracy. The cat roared in pain and defiance, its struggles weakening with each impact.

Finally, with a final, shuddering breath, it succumbed, its body slumping to the ground. Robert approached cautiously, his sword still at the ready, and confirmed that the creature was dead. He looted the carcass, retrieving two silver coins and a surprisingly soft and well-preserved pelt.

The next encounter brought a renewed sense of danger. A group of five boars, even larger than the first, emerged from the thick undergrowth, their snorting and grunting a clear sign of their aggressive intent. Robert knew that a direct confrontation with such a large group would be suicidal. He needed to use his wits, to leverage the environment to his advantage.

He quickly scanned his surroundings, his eyes searching for any tactical advantage. He spotted a narrow passage between two ancient, towering trees, their trunks thick and gnarled, their roots intertwined like the limbs of embracing giants. It was a natural chokepoint, a perfect place to funnel the boars' charge.

He lured the boars towards the passage, taunting them with shouts and small, harmless spells. The enraged beasts, driven by instinct and fury, charged towards him, their hooves pounding the earth. As they approached the narrow passage, Robert cast Wall of Earth, a solid barrier of rock and soil erupting from the ground, blocking their path.

The boars, unable to stop their momentum, slammed into the wall with a resounding thud, their charge halted abruptly. Confused and disoriented, they milled about, trapped in the confined space. Robert, taking advantage of their predicament, moved with swift precision. He used his sword, now a familiar extension of his arm, to dispatch the boars one by one, his movements efficient and deadly.

The narrow passage prevented them from flanking him, forcing them to face him head-on, a fatal disadvantage. After the brutal, close-quarters battle, Robert stood amidst the carnage, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looted the boars, collecting five silver coins, five pelts of boar skin, and a substantial twenty-five pounds of boar meat.

The weight in his inventory was growing, a testament to his hard-won victories, but also a reminder of the constant struggle for survival. He pressed on, his senses heightened, his body weary but his spirit unbroken. He soon encountered another formidable opponent: a large panther, its fur a deep, velvety black, absorbing the light, making it appear almost spectral in the dappled shade of the forest.

The panther moved with an unnerving silence, a predator perfectly adapted to its environment. It attacked with incredible speed and agility, its claws raking, its teeth snapping, a whirlwind of deadly grace. Robert, however, was no longer the naive newcomer he had been just hours before. He had learned, adapted, and grown stronger with each encounter.

He dodged the panther's initial attacks, his movements fluid and practiced, and countered with spells and sword strokes of his own. The battle was a fierce exchange, a dance of death played out under the watchful eyes of the ancient trees. Finally, with a well-aimed Earth Bullet, striking the panther in a vulnerable spot, Robert managed to bring the beast down.

He looted the carcass, recovering three silver coins and a valuable panther pelt, its fur smooth and luxurious to the touch. As the day wore on, the wilderness seemed to test Robert with increasing fervor, throwing a gauntlet of fierce creatures his way, as if determined to break his spirit.

He found himself locked in combat with a snarling pack of wolves, their eyes gleaming with predatory hunger, their coordinated attacks forcing him to rely on his agility and quick thinking. Later, the piercing shriek and razor talons of a giant eagle, its shadow huge and imposing against the sky, forced him to duck and weave. And finally, the very earth trembled beneath the charge of a monstrous bear, a behemoth of muscle and fury, its roar a deafening challenge.

Each encounter was a brutal trial, pushing his skills, his endurance, and his magical reserves to their absolute limits. But with every foe vanquished, Robert's resolve hardened, his determination solidifying into an unbreakable will to survive. He was a solitary figure, pitted against the untamed wilds, refusing to yield, refusing to be broken.

After the final, exhausting fight with the bear, Robert found himself in a small, sun-drenched clearing, a rare patch of open space in the dense forest. He was utterly exhausted, his body bruised and battered, his muscles screaming in protest, his mana reserves nearly depleted. But he was victorious. He had faced the challenges of the wilderness, and he had prevailed.

He sank to the ground, leaning against a smooth, sun-warmed rock, and allowed himself a moment of respite. He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest, no longer feeling quite so threatened. He looked at the passing clouds, the endless blue above, the world seemed to have changed. He knew that his journey was far from over, that countless dangers still lay ahead, but he felt a sense of quiet confidence.

A certainty that he was ready for whatever challenges awaited him. After resting for a short while, allowing his body to recover and his mana to slowly replenish, Robert was jolted back to alertness by the sound of a distant, guttural growl. It was a low, menacing rumble that resonated through the trees, a clear indication that his respite was over.

The forest was not yet done with him. He knew that there were still many dangers lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. He rose to his feet, his muscles stiff and sore, but his resolve firm. He strapped on his sword, the familiar weight comforting, and set off once more, his senses on high alert, ready to face whatever came his way.

His next encounter, a grim reminder of the constant threat, was with a group of three boars, similar to the ones he had faced earlier. He dispatched them with a practiced efficiency, a combination of swordplay and well-aimed spells. He looted the carcasses, collecting the usual spoils: three silver coins, three pelts of boar skin, and fifteen pounds of boar meat.

Next, he encountered a large lynx, its fur a mottled pattern of browns and grays, blending seamlessly with the dappled shadows of the forest floor. The lynx was a formidable opponent, quick and agile, its claws sharp and deadly. But Robert, honed by his previous battles, was able to anticipate its movements, to parry its attacks, and to counter with a series of well-placed Earth Bullets.

The lynx fell, its sleek body collapsing in a heap. He looted the carcass, gaining two silver coins and a valuable lynx pelt, its fur soft and luxurious. As the day wore on, and the sun began its slow descent towards the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, the forest became a relentless arena, a proving ground that tested Robert at every turn.

He battled his way through a gauntlet of wild beasts, each encounter a desperate, life-or-death struggle. Wolves with eyes like burning coals, their howls echoing through the trees; bears of monstrous size, their roars shaking the very ground he stood on; and sleek panthers that moved like shadows through the undergrowth – all fell before his unwavering resolve, his growing skill, and his increasingly potent magic.

Every victory, hard-won and etched in sweat and blood, fueled his determination to survive, to push forward, to overcome the seemingly endless challenges of this untamed wilderness. He was no longer just surviving; he was adapting, evolving, becoming a force to be reckoned with. The sun beat down on Robert's brow as he pushed deeper into the heart of the forest.

The air grew heavy, almost suffocating, and the sounds of life had changed. It was a different type of sound and Robert was on edge. He continued to push on and the only sound was the rhythmic thud of his footsteps, now almost silent on the soft earth and the distant rustle of unseen creatures. A chill, unrelated to the temperature, ran down his spine as he crested a small, grassy hill, his eyes scanning the landscape before him.

He laid eyes on the clearing before him, and his breath caught in his throat. Lying in the middle of the clearing, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, was the largest feline creature he had ever seen, dwarfing even the panther he had faced earlier. It resembled a panther, but it was immense, easily ten feet long from the tip of its nose to the base of its powerful tail.

Its fur was a deep, lustrous black, absorbing the light, giving it an almost ethereal quality. It lay sprawled on the grass, seemingly unconcerned, its massive head resting on its paws. This was a creature utterly secure in its power, a creature that knew it was the apex predator, the undisputed lord of its domain.

Robert, his heart pounding in his chest, carefully surveyed his surroundings. He searched for any sign of other creatures, any potential ambush, any hidden danger. He knew that confronting this beast head-on would be incredibly risky, bordering on suicidal. He needed to be cautious, to be strategic. He needed to use every advantage he could muster.

After a tense moment of observation, he concluded that the giant panther was, for the moment, alone. He began his attack with a carefully orchestrated combination of spells. First, he cast Greater Earth Bind, channeling a significant amount of his remaining mana into the spell, hoping to immobilize the beast, even if only for a few precious seconds.

As the earth beneath the panther's paws began to solidify, he followed up immediately with Nature's Wrath, a spell that summoned thorny vines and roots from the surrounding vegetation, further entangling the creature. The panther, startled by the sudden attack, struggled against the binding earth and the encroaching vines. Its muscles strained, its claws digging into the ground, its powerful body rippling with effort.

Robert knew he didn't have much time. The creature was incredibly strong, and it would soon break free. Wasting no time, he began to spam Flame Bolt spells, channeling his remaining mana into each fiery projectile. He hurled four bolts in rapid succession, each one striking the panther's flank, searing its fur and flesh.

The beast roared in pain and fury, its struggles intensifying. The sound was deafening, a primal scream of rage that echoed through the forest. With a mighty heave, the panther shattered the Earth Bind spell, the solidified earth crumbling around its paws. The Nature's Wrath vines, though still hindering its movements, were also beginning to give way.

The creature lunged at Robert, its claws outstretched, its eyes burning with a terrifying intensity. Robert, anticipating the attack, dodged with a speed honed by countless battles. He narrowly avoided the razor-sharp claws, feeling the wind of their passage against his skin. He countered with a powerful Earth Bullet, aiming for the beast's head. The projectile struck, but the panther's skull was thick, its hide tough.

The spell slowed it down, staggering it momentarily, but it didn't deliver a killing blow. The panther roared again, a sound filled with pain and unbridled rage, and charged once more. Robert knew he couldn't afford to let the creature get close. He needed to keep it at bay, to wear it down with spells.

He dodged another swipe of its claws, narrowly avoiding a potentially fatal blow, and cast Minor Movement, enhancing his speed and agility. He then unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, each one aimed at a vulnerable point – the joints, the eyes, the soft underbelly. The panther roared in pain with each successful hit, but it refused to give up, its resilience astonishing. It turned to face Robert, its eyes filled with hatred, its body a tapestry of wounds, both magical and physical.

Realizing that a prolonged battle would be his undoing, Robert decided on a desperate gambit. He quickly erected a Water Wall between himself and the panther, creating a temporary barrier, a momentary respite. The panther, momentarily confused, slammed into the wall, its momentum broken. This gave Robert the precious seconds he needed.

He recast Greater Earth Bind, channeling every last ounce of his remaining mana into the spell. The earth beneath the panther's paws solidified once more, trapping it in place, its struggles even more desperate than before. With the beast immobilized, Robert, his body trembling with exhaustion, his mana reserves utterly depleted, unleashed four more Flame Bolt spells.

The fiery projectiles slammed into the panther, one after another, searing its flesh, burning its fur. The creature roared one last time, a sound filled with pain and defiance, before finally succumbing to its wounds. Its body slumped to the ground, its life extinguished. Robert stood there, swaying on his feet, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body covered in sweat and blood, both his own and the creature's. He had done it. He had defeated the monstrous panther.

Level Up!

The familiar notification echoed in his mind, a small comfort amidst the exhaustion and the lingering adrenaline. He slowly approached the fallen beast, his sword still held loosely in his hand, and cautiously looted its carcass. He was surprised, and more than a little relieved, to receive 50 silver coins, a substantial amount compared to his previous spoils.

Dungeon run complete: Uncommon chest awarded.
Chest contains:

One Uncommon Oak Longbow

Two gold coins

One skill token

Items added to user inventory.
Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Looking around at the forest one last time he took a look at his status before he entered the portal and returned home.

Name:
Robert Williams

Class 1:
Grand Archmagi of Creation(U)

HP: 792
Common Perks: 0

Race:
Human Tier G

Class 2: N/A
MP: 1625
Uncommon Perks: 0

Gender: Male
Class 3: N/A
Stamina: 214
Rare Perks: 0

Level: 15
Profession 1: N/A
Skill Points: 1
Legendary Perks: 0

Strength: 13
Profession 2: N/A
Unlocked Skill Points: 0
Mythical Perks: 0

Dexterity: 17
XP: 15125
Total Points: 1
Divine Perks: 0

Constitution: 22
XP to Level: 18000
RES: All 5

Intelligence: 38
Remaining XP: 2875

Wisdom: 38

Charisma: 10
Free Stat Points: 2

Willpower: 11

Chapter 29

Dusty, weary, and bearing the invisible scars of countless battles, Robert stumbled through the shimmering portal, leaving behind the untamed wilderness of the dungeon and stepping back into the familiar embrace of his home. The transition was jarring; the cacophony of the forest – the rustling leaves, the growls of unseen beasts, the constant hum of magical energy – was replaced by a blessed, profound quiet, broken only by the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

His home, a modest but comfortable haven, stood in stark contrast to the brutal realities he had just faced. A wave of relief washed over him, a sense of peace he hadn't realized he'd been craving. Before he could even fully process the shift, his family – his wife, Sara, and their children, John, Richard, and Stacey – rushed to greet him, their faces a mixture of palpable relief and uncontainable joy.

Their hugs were tight, almost desperate, a tangible expression of their worry and their love. "You're back," Sara breathed, her voice a soft whisper against his ear, her eyes, wide and searching, scanning his form for any signs of injury, any hint of the dangers he had faced. Her touch was gentle, reassuring, a grounding force in the whirlwind of his life. "We were so worried. We always worry."

Robert smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached his tired eyes, and squeezed her hand, his calloused fingers intertwining with her delicate ones. "I'm fine, love," he reassured her, his voice hoarse but steady. "Just a bit tired. A little worse for wear, perhaps, but nothing I can't handle." He pulled back slightly, allowing her to fully see him, to reassure herself that he was truly unharmed.

Later, gathered around the warm glow of the fireplace, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on the walls, Robert recounted his adventures, his words painting vivid pictures of the strange and wondrous creatures he had encountered in the dungeon's sprawling forest. He regaled them with tales of colossal boars, their tusks gleaming like polished ivory; of sleek, shadow-like panthers that moved with an unnerving grace; and of monstrous bears whose roars shook the very ground he stood on.

He carefully omitted the more gruesome details, the moments of sheer terror, the crushing weight of loss, focusing instead on the wonder and the challenge. He even produced a few photographs, taken with his cell phone, of the towering, ancient trees, their branches reaching towards the sky like supplicating arms, and of some of the less threatening creatures, their forms both familiar and strangely alien.

Stacey, his youngest, listened with wide, captivated eyes, her small hand clutching his arm, her imagination ignited by the tales of a world so different from their own, a world of magic and danger, a world her father had bravely ventured into. The older children, John and Richard, listened with a more discerning ear, asking questions about strategy, about the mechanics of magic, their minds already grappling with the complexities of the System.

The following days settled into a comfortable, productive rhythm, a whirlwind of focused activity punctuated by moments of quiet family connection. Robert dedicated himself to crafting, his hands, surprisingly adept despite his relative inexperience with the System, moving with a newfound proficiency. He fashioned rods of healing, their smooth surfaces imbued with the power to mend wounds and soothe pain, and spell staffs, each one a conduit for specific magical energies, their intricate designs reflecting the complex forces they channeled.

He also began to formally train Elara, his student, in the basics of magic. Her enthusiasm was infectious, a bright spark that rekindled his own burgeoning passion for the arcane arts. He found himself enjoying the role of mentor, guiding her through the fundamental principles, patiently correcting her mistakes, and celebrating her small but significant victories. Watching her grasp the concepts, seeing the wonder in her eyes as she manifested her first, flickering spell, filled him with a profound sense of satisfaction.

He remembered his first successes with magic and how it had filled him with that same wonder. But beneath the surface of this domestic tranquility, a shadow of sadness lingered. Robert couldn't shake the knowledge that his time with his family was finite, that in a few short months, he would be forced to leave them, to venture out into the vastness of the multiverse, a journey from which there might be no return.

The System's demands were absolute, its rules unyielding. The only solace he could find was in the knowledge that he was working tirelessly to ensure their future, to provide them with the resources and the skills they would need to thrive in his absence. He was building a legacy, a foundation of security, brick by painstaking brick. He would do everything in his power to provide a good life for his family.

During this period of intense preparation, he also focused on rapidly expanding his family's knowledge base. He utilized his System-granted skill 'Teaching', a form of accelerated knowledge transfer, to impart the fundamentals of Geometry to his wife and children. This wasn't traditional teaching; it was a direct infusion of understanding, bypassing the usual lengthy process of lectures and exercises.

Within a remarkably short time, they possessed a working knowledge of geometric principles, a foundation upon which he planned to build. He intended to use the same skill to impart knowledge of Calculus in two weeks, providing them with a strong mathematical foundation crucial for navigating many aspects of the System-influenced world. He focused the knowledge transfer in the way he had designed to best suit their chosen life paths.

Four days later, driven by the relentless pressure of the System's timetable, Robert returned to the Dungeon, steeling himself for the challenges that awaited. He completed floor eight, a stark contrast to the previous verdant landscape. This floor was a more traditional cave system, a labyrinth of twisting tunnels and echoing chambers, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and something else… something acrid and unpleasant.

The inhabitants were equally uninviting: goblins, their eyes gleaming with malice; orcs, their brutish strength a constant threat; and bats, their screeching cries echoing through the darkness. He navigated the treacherous passages, his senses on high alert, his spells and sword his only companions. Hal, the AI companion residing within his mind, provided constant tactical analysis and warnings, a silent, ever-present partner in his struggles.

He was still getting use to Hal's comments and it startled him at times. The System shop, a constant beacon of opportunity, offered new items after he cleared the floor. Among them were Tier 2 spellbooks in Illusion and Gravity, powerful additions to his growing magical arsenal. After carefully assessing his finances, and selling the crafted items he had painstakingly created during his time at home, he was able to afford both books.

This significant investment cost him a hefty 120 gold coins. The acquisition of these new spells represented a major step forward in his magical development, expanding his tactical options and enhancing his overall power. The use of the new spells was demonstrated by Hal who showed him how to best use them. Completing the eighth floor run also earned him another level, pushing him closer to the significant milestone of level 17.

The chest at the end of the floor, a gleaming, ornate container that materialized out of thin air, proved to be a rare find. It contained several items, including a robe of exceptional quality. He immediately recognized its potential value to Elara. The robe was not only aesthetically pleasing, with its intricate embroidery and flowing design, but it also provided significant protection and, more importantly, increased the wearer's mana recovery rate by a remarkable 2%.

This would be a crucial advantage for a budding mage, allowing her to cast spells more frequently and recover her magical energy more quickly. He hoped that she would find great use of the robes. As he continued his rigorous training regimen, both within the dungeon and during his brief periods at home, Robert, despite his relatively short time within the System – a mere few weeks – noticed a marked improvement in his abilities.

His control over the five elemental spheres of magic – fire, air, water, earth, and enchantment – had reached a surprising level of proficiency. He could now weave spells with greater speed and precision, shaping the raw magical energy with an almost intuitive understanding, a testament to his natural talent and Hal's constant guidance, accelerating his learning curve far beyond what a normal human could achieve.

His swordsmanship, while still rudimentary compared to seasoned warriors, had also advanced significantly, thanks in part to the System's skill enhancements and Hal's strategic advice during combat. He had achieved a basic mastery over the long sword, his movements becoming more fluid and economical, his strikes gaining power and accuracy. He felt a growing, albeit cautious, confidence in his ability to face whatever challenges the System threw at him, a confidence born of hard-won experience and the unwavering support of his AI companion.

This cycle of dungeon runs and home-based training continued for the next week, a relentless but rewarding grind. Robert conquered three more floors of the dungeon, each one presenting unique challenges and dangers. He acquired a Tier 2 spellbook in the Sphere of Destruction, broadening his offensive capabilities, and a coveted Tier 3 book in Healing, significantly enhancing his ability to mend wounds and restore vitality.

The System shop continued to be his primary source of income; selling crafted items and looted treasures earned him a total of 190 gold, of which he spent 170 gold on the new spellbooks, a testament to their value and his commitment to maximizing his magical potential. He also found a new set of Rare Tier Leather Armor for himself, replacing the old, worn-out armor he had been using.

It was a much-needed upgrade. His new armor, crafted from the hide of a rare creature known as a Wyvern, was a significant upgrade. The armor, designated as "Rare Wyvernhide," was not only nearly twice as strong as his previous set, providing superior protection against physical attacks, but it also possessed a self-repair enchantment.

This magical property, explained in detail by Hal, meant that minor damage to the armor would automatically mend itself over time, a crucial advantage in the heat of battle, significantly increasing its longevity and reducing the need for costly repairs. A significant milestone was reached as Robert finally attained level 20, a pivotal moment in his System journey.

Reaching this level unlocked the opportunity to choose his first profession, a specialization that would define his future path and grant him access to a whole new set of skills and abilities. After careful consideration and extensive consultation with Hal, his ever-present AI companion, who provided detailed analyses of each option, he narrowed down his choices to two Legendary options: Grand Arcane Engineer and Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light.

Each profession offered a unique and powerful path, representing the pinnacle of magical achievement in their respective fields. The decision weighed heavily on him, the implications far-reaching, the choice shaping the very core of his identity within the System. The future depended on the choice he made now. This was a lot to take in for someone so new to the system.

Profession Name

Profession Rarity
Profession Description

Grand Arcane Engineer

Legendary

Arcane Engineers are a rare breed of individuals who combine technical expertise with magical prowess. They design and construct intricate magical devices, from simple automatons to colossal war machines. Their creations are often imbued with powerful enchantments, making them highly sought after by both military and civilian organizations.

Core Skills: Enchanting, Engineering, Alchemy, Fire Magic, Earth Magic

(Grants 1 points to Int/Wis per level, 1 point to both Dex/Str per level, and 1 free point)

Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light(U)

Mythical

A Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light is a highly revered and skilled individual who specializes in creating powerful healing artifacts. They possess a deep understanding of both magic and medicine, allowing them to infuse objects with life-giving energy. The role of a Master Enchanter of the Healing Light is crucial in maintaining balance and healing the world. They are often sought after by kings, queens, and heroes alike, and their creations are prized possessions.

Core Skills: Healing, Enchanting, Light

(Grants 2 points to Int/Wis per level, 2 points to Dex per level, and 3 free points)

"So, Hal, what's your take on this?" Robert asked, a thoughtful frown creasing his forehead. "It's a tough call."

Indeed, it presents a significant dilemma, your background as an engineer is deeply ingrained, a core part of your identity for many years. However, you've also explicitly stated your commitment to prioritizing protection – your own, and now Elara's. Given that unwavering priority, the Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light is the logically superior choice.

"Hmm, there are other options, though, right? Even if they're not as powerful..." Robert trailed off, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "And why 'Unique'? What does that even signify in this context?"

That is correct, alternative paths exist, but selecting one would demonstrably weaken your overall capabilities, hindering your stated objective. As for 'Unique,' in the context of Legendary and higher-tier classes and professions, especially those intrinsically linked to a specific individual, like your Creation-based class and the Healing Light profession, it denotes exclusivity. There can only be one 'Grand Archmagi of Creation' at any given time, just as there can only be one 'Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light'.

"Okay, so I'm basically irreplaceable in this specific role until I... well, until I'm gone. That's a bit daunting, but good to know, I guess," Robert said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He took a deep breath. "You're right, Hal. Protection is paramount." He straightened his shoulders, a newfound resolve hardening his gaze. "Enchanter it is." With a decisive nod, he made his selection. As his updated status sheet flashed before his eyes, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Whoa! Is it just me, or are my stats about to go through the roof?"

As we previously discussed, Robert, your Mythic classification signifies a substantial power differential, the gap between you and the majority of System users will be considerable. Be grateful for this advantage; it significantly increases your chances of survival and your capacity to safeguard those under your protection.

"Right, protection. That's the key," Robert replied, his voice firm, the initial shock giving way to a renewed sense of purpose.

Profession Unlocked!

Ability Unlocked!

Profession Ability: Enchanting Touch of the Master Healer

Description: A unique and powerful ability that allows the Enchanter to imbue healing properties into objects. This enchantment can be applied to weapons, armor, or even consumable items. When activated, the enchanted item will not only provide its base function but also emit a gentle healing aura, restoring health to the user or nearby allies over time. Additionally, the Enchanter can enhance the healing properties of existing potions and salves, making them more potent and effective.

Limitations: The Enchanter cannot imbue a property that is greater than what is known to him

"Hal," Robert began, his voice tinged with apprehension, "I've been giving this a lot of thought. Do you think I've finally reached a point where I could start revealing my abilities to others... without, you know, attracting unwanted attention or putting myself in unnecessary danger?" He trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging in the air.

The probability of a safe reveal has significantly increased, however, to further mitigate potential risks, I would strongly advise raising your Constitution to a minimum of 30. Your unallocated stat points allow for this adjustment.

Robert nodded slowly, considering Hal's suggestion. He trusted the AI's judgment implicitly. Accessing his status screen, he redistributed his points. Four points flowed into Constitution, bringing it to a robust 31, providing a substantial boost to his resilience and overall health. He allocated two points to Strength, raising it to a respectable 15, improving his physical capabilities. The remaining four points he held in reserve, a contingency for future needs, a buffer against the unknown.

Satisfied with the adjustments, a sense of cautious optimism began to replace his apprehension. He decided it was time. Later that afternoon, gathered around the familiar comfort of the dinner table, the aroma of Sara's cooking filling the air, Robert began to explain his new profession and the burgeoning scope of his abilities. As he had anticipated, John, with his sharp, analytical mind, was the quickest to grasp the full implications.

"Dad," John exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement, "this is incredible! You can enchant anything to have healing properties, even objects you didn't personally craft! The possibilities are... limitless!" The rest of the family, though perhaps not fully understanding the technical nuances, echoed John's enthusiasm, their faces reflecting a mixture of pride and awe.

They unanimously agreed that Robert had made the right choice, embracing the path that best suited his skills and his protective instincts. The conversation then shifted, becoming more strategic, more focused. They began to discuss the practicalities of his newfound abilities, brainstorming how to proceed, how to gradually, carefully, reveal this extraordinary information to others, navigating the potential risks and maximizing the potential benefits.

Chapter 30

“So, how do we break this news?” Robert asked, gathering his family around the dinner table. John chuckled, “Maybe we could just shoot some fireballs at a news crew. That’d certainly make headlines.” Robert smiled. “While that would be quite a spectacle, I think a more subtle approach is needed. If the whole world knew about the future, it could lead to mass panic or a religious frenzy.” Sara nodded. “Exactly. We need to be cautious. Gradual disclosure is the key.”

Elara, confused, piped up, “Why tell anyone at all?” "Well, for one, I want to ensure our family's safety and future. And to do that, we'll need substantial resources. Plus, there are things the world can do to prepare. We have centuries, but societal change takes time." Richard pondered. "Perhaps we should start small. Invite the grandparents and everyone else. We can make it a family gathering and break the news together."

“A family meeting, huh?” John mused. “Kind of like a family intervention, but instead of addiction, it’s the end of the world.” Robert chuckled. “Something like that, I suppose. We’ll need to be delicate. We don’t want to scare them or overwhelm them.” “And what about the rest of the world?” Sara asked. “When do we tell them? And how?” “That’s the million-dollar question,” Robert admitted. “We could start with close friends and trusted associates. Build a small, reliable circle. Then, as we gain more control and understanding, we can slowly expand our circle of influence.”

"I'll call my parents, and you can call yours," Sara suggested. "Since your family lives close together, it might be easier to visit them in person rather than trying to gather them here." Robert considered this. "That's a good idea. You get your mom and brother on board, and we'll fly up to South Carolina." "Sounds like a plan, I'll call them shortly," Sara said.

Over the next few days, the family prepared for their trip. Sara's mother and brother were excited about the family gathering, and Robert's family was looking forward to the visit. The only hiccup was Robert's appearance. After boosting his Constitution, he looked much younger than his actual age. Realizing the potential issues with airport security, they decided to drive instead.

In the meantime, Robert visited a pawn shop in Tampa to sell some of his gold coins. Despite some initial curiosity about the strange inscriptions on the coins, the shop owner was impressed with the gold's quality. Robert managed to sell twenty coins for a substantial sum, providing the family with a comfortable financial cushion with Robert no longer working.

Before the trip, Robert decided to run another dungeon, a challenging cave system teeming with giant ants. While his physical weapons were ineffective against these creatures, he relied on his growing Tier 2 magical arsenal, including Earth Spear and Fire Lance, to overcome the challenge.

Thinking about his spell books, his Tier 3 healing included a lot more powerful spells including the more powerful version of the Tier 1 Valicar's spells that he had. As soon as he had time he was going to start using those for his healing items.

Four days later, they loaded up the family SUV and hit the road. The ten-hour drive to Robert's parents' house was uneventful, and they arrived on time. Sara went to pick up her family from the airport, while Robert entertained his own family, who were curious about his youthful appearance. Once everyone had arrived, they gathered around a large outdoor table. As the kids played, the adults engaged in lively conversation. Robert decided to seize the moment.

"Before we begin, I know I've kept you all in suspense, but I'll answer one question first. The young woman with us is Elara. She's under my care after her family was tragically killed. I'll explain more later, but first, I have a question for you all." Robert's expression turned serious.

"Dad, do you still enjoy smoked boar?" he asked. "Oh yeah, I can smoke a boar like nobody's business," Thomas replied, a nostalgic smile on his face. Elizabeth chuckled. "The last time your father smoked a boar, the whole neighborhood could smell it. We had an impromptu block party." Michael laughed. "Good times. Those were the days."

Robert looked around at his family: his parents, Thomas and Elizabeth; his older brother, Michael; his younger brother, David; and his younger sister, Emily. He shook his head and pulled four five-pound slabs of boar meat from seemingly thin air. "Think you could handle this? I've got about fifty pounds more." A stunned silence filled the room. Then, David stood up. "Where did that come from? You couldn't have hidden that under the table!"

Robert grinned. "Same place I got this," he said, pulling out a Wyvernhide armor set. The table erupted in excited questions and demands for explanations. Robert simply smiled and returned the items to their invisible source, knowing a full explanation would take some time.

He raised his hand to silence the room. "About a month ago, I received some information that has changed my life and, eventually, the lives of all of you. In time, this information will change the world." With that, he pulled up the first few system messages from his log and displayed them for his family to read. "Robert, what is that?" Emily asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. "That, little sister, is what changed everything."

A heavy silence fell over the table as everyone absorbed the information. Thomas was the first to break the silence. "So, what does this all mean, son?" Robert took a deep breath. "For now, not much changes for you all. The significant changes won't occur for centuries. However, our future family members will be well-prepared. I plan to leave our family with the resources and knowledge needed to lead when the time comes."

"I know a lot about magic, though I've only mastered the weaker spells so far. Before I leave, I'll learn much more. I plan to leave you all books containing these spells and guides on the System, including a breakdown of my journey. This will help our descendants earn feats and quests early, giving our future family a significant advantage." David grinned. "Magic, huh? I'd call you crazy, but it's hard to ignore what I've just seen. Are you serious? You really know magic?" Robert smiled at his younger brother. "I do, little bro. But we should probably keep this a secret from the kids for now."

With that, Robert spent the next hour going over everything that had happened, telling them about his abilities, his skills, and spells. He talked about the dungeon runs, and how he met Elara. He went over crafting and what he could make and showed them some of the other items he had and even the coins he had collected. His father interrupted him while he was talking about his enchanting abilities with a question, "Son you do know how these items could change the world right?"

"Yes, Dad, I do," Robert replied. "While I can't regrow limbs or replace missing parts yet, I can heal nearly all diseases and cure most poisons. I can even infuse these abilities into objects." He pulled out a Rod of Healing. "This rod can heal almost any injury sustained today, from broken bones to gunshot wounds. I believe I could even create a rod to cure cancer. The only limitation is the number of uses."

Emily, a nurse, interjected. "Robert, as a Nurse Practitioner, I know how many people die because we can't stabilize them fast enough. These rods would be invaluable."

Robert nodded. "I understand, Emily. The problem is, that this rod can only be used fifteen times before it's depleted. I could leave you hundreds, but it wouldn't be enough. The issue lies in Mana. It's an exotic particle that doesn't currently exist in our universe. The System generates Mana and provides it to me. Once the System fully integrates our universe, it will introduce Mana, which will then spread rapidly. Until then, no one here can recharge or create these items."

Jennifer, David's wife, asked, "So if we had access to Mana, could we use magic too?"

"Not quite," Robert explained. "Humans don't naturally have the ability to use Mana. The System provides a shortcut, allowing us to use it without fully understanding it. Over time, humans could potentially learn to use Mana without the System's help, but it would take centuries of practice for minimal results."

"So, what's the next step?" Robert asked. "I'll continue preparing, but what do we do, and who do we tell?" Thomas was the first to respond. "Son, for every person you tell, a dozen more will find out. How long before the government starts asking questions?" Robert considered this. "I know, but should we withhold information from the government? While I want to ensure our family leads the way, I also want our nation to lead. I served my country for a reason, and it wasn't just for the paycheck."

"The problem with involving the government is that they'll never be satisfied," Michael warned. "They'll want more and more, and I can see them locking you in a room and draining you of all your knowledge." Robert smiled. "I don't think they can do that. My Constitution is 31, which not only boosts my health significantly but also extends my lifespan to around 200 years. I'm stronger, faster, and have abilities that could easily neutralize anyone who tries to harm me." "So that's why you look younger," Emily realized. "Your lifespan is increasing, and your body is getting stronger."

"Exactly," Robert confirmed. "With the System, I could eventually live for 500 years or more. From what Hal tells me, there are beings out there who are thousands, even tens of thousands of years old." "That's hard to imagine," his mother said. "Most people in System worlds are ordinary, with average power levels," Robert explained.

"Gaining power requires taking risks and facing danger. While you can level up through daily life, combat is the fastest way to grow. Stats are crucial, and most people end up with common or uncommon classes and professions, limiting their potential. Even with optimal stat allocation, they might reach level 50 or 60 in their lifetime."

"So, with a Mythical class and profession, you'll far surpass others?" David asked. "Absolutely," Robert replied. "Let's compare. At level 10, a common class gains 30 stat points. A Mythical class, like mine, gains significantly more. Even ignoring profession bonuses, I'll have double the stats. As we level up, this gap widens. At level 30, a common class might have around 160 stat points, while I'll have over 300. Most of my stats will be in Intelligence and Wisdom, but I'll also have a massive Mana pool compared to others. By level 50, my Constitution will grant me a lifespan of 400 years, and it scales from there.

With my current growth rate, I'll likely reach 60 or 65 in Constitution before I leave, giving me a lifespan of 500 to 550 years. It's mind-boggling."

"I've noticed you haven't been investing in Charisma," Emily observed. "What does it actually do?" Robert pulled up his stat sheet and consulted Hal for more details.

Charisma influences social abilities and personal magnetism. It affects things like persuasion, deception, leadership, intimidation, diplomacy, and performance. Emily is right, you should probably add some points. It'll help you interact with others more effectively.

He paused, considering his options. "Actually, I have four spare points. I think I'll add them to Charisma now." No one objected, so Robert added the points to his Charisma stat. The kids returned at that moment so everyone agreed to stop here and think about any questions to ask later that night when the kids all went to bed.

Chapter 31

Later that evening, after tucking the kids in, the adults gathered in the family room to continue their discussion. "Robert," Emily inquired, "are these items the best you can do?" "Not even close," Robert replied. "The issue lies in the materials. Oak has its limitations. I'd need more exotic materials and gemstones to amplify the power. Unfortunately, I don't have access to the right resources."

"What about the gemstones?" Emily asked. "Do they have to be real? Would glass work?" "No, they must be genuine," Robert explained. "Different stones are better suited for different types of magic. For instance, Blue Topaz or Aquamarine would be ideal for enchanting using magic from the Sphere of Healing, while Yellow Topaz or Chrysoberyl would be better for spells from the Sphere of Light." "That sounds quite expensive," Emily mused. "Is it worth the cost?"

Robert pulled out his phone and began researching. "I'm not certain," he said. "A 1-carat Blue Topaz, for example, would cost around $400. However, I have no idea how many charges it would provide, and Aquamarines are even more problematic. Chrysoberyls seem like a more promising option. I can get a 1.3-carat stone for about $260, which might be a good starting point for testing."

"What about Sapphires?" His mother asked, "I have that old ring I don't wear anymore, it's got that gaudy stone on it, can we use it to test?" Robert thought about it for a second, "I remember that, It was grandma's ring, the stone is large enough if I remember." His mother continued, "Ya it's a little over a carat. How long would it take you to enchant something?"

Robert thought about it, "I'd have to take the stone off the ring, I don't have the right tools nor the skill to engrave the runes on the ring, but I could mount it on a rod, better yet, silver." Robert got quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. "I would have to mount the stone to a rod, and then if I carved the runes in silver and attached them to the stone, I would get a much better result. I can melt a few of my silver coins and use those and I have a few good pieces of Oak rods."

Robert continued, "Okay so I'll try it tomorrow, I might need to run to a hardware store and get a few things so I can melt the silver, but this is doable." Elizabeth left the room for a moment and returned with the ring, "Here you go, this is exciting, I hope it works."

The next day, Robert headed to a hardware store, purchasing a stone crucible and a blowtorch for melting the silver. Back home, he first removed the stone from its setting and selected an unused rod. Carefully, he carved the runes for his Tier 3 healing spell into the wood, followed by a cavity to house the gemstone. Placing ten coins in the crucible, he ignited the torch and melted the silver.

Once molten, he slowly poured the silver into the carved runes, connecting them to the cavity. Finally, he encased the stone in silver, securing it with a silver strap. With the physical preparations complete, Robert began the enchanting process. Immediately, he noticed the increased Mana cost. While his previous rods required around 250 Mana, this one demanded a staggering 2000. As he finished the enchantment, he examined the completed rod, a surge of anticipation coursing through him:

Name: Silver Enhanced Oak Rod of Healing
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: This rod was made by an expert enchanter who used silver inlays and a Sapphire stone in its creation. and when used will expend 1 charge to heal up to 75 health points.
Charges: 100

Feat Unlocked!

Robert pulled up his new feat:

Name: Architect of the Arcane

Description: First person to create an enchanted item, of Epic Quality and at least Tier 4. Tier 5 is required for enchanting or Tier 4 for both the Enchanting Skill and the Sphere of Enchanting.

Effect: +4 levels to your enchanting skill, or if you have both +2 to each of your enchanting Skill and Sphere. You have a +5% chance of any item you enchant being 1 tier higher in rarity.

"Hal, what do you think the System would pay for this rod?" Robert pondered.

Based on the previous one, I'd estimate around 9 gold.

Robert's eyes lit up. "Even considering the cost of the stones, I could potentially craft eight of these from the money I would get from that. That's a gold mine!"

For now, yes. But remember, Tier 5 Enchanters have been honing their craft for 15 to 20 years. They're nearly masters. To them, 9 gold isn't much. You've created a Tier 4 Epic healing item, something many Enchanters can't do. A Tier 5 version might fetch 25 to 30 gold. Good Enchanters live comfortably; Great Enchanters swim in wealth.

"So, once I reach that level, I won't have to worry about money?" Robert asked, hopeful.

The average worker on most System worlds earns 2 to 3 gold a year and lives decently. A high-level worker might make 5 to 6 gold annually and live quite well. A skilled professional with their own shop could earn 20 to 30 gold a year. At your current pace, you could leave Earth with a few hundred gold. Ask Elara about the cost of items on her world to get a better idea.

"Well, that's reassuring. I'll never starve," Robert said, gathering the rod. "I'll go show the others." Finding his family gathered outside at the table, he put the new rod on the table. "Robert it's beautiful," Emily said. "The question is, is it better?"

With a smile, Robert pulled out a sheet of paper where he had written both the old rod's description as well as the new rod's.

Name: Oak Rod of Healing
Tier: 1
Rank: Uncommon
Description: This rod was made by an expert enchanter and when used will expend 1 charge to heal up to 12 health points.
Charges: 20

Name: Silver Enhanced Oak Rod of Healing
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: This rod was made by an expert enchanter who used silver inlays and a Sapphire stone in its creation. and when used will expend 1 charge to heal up to 75 health points.
Charges: 100

"Well, these new rods are definitely an upgrade," Emily laughed. "But those stones are a bit pricey, close to $2000 each." Robert smiled. "Don't worry, they're a solid investment. The System Shop will pay 8 or 9 gold coins per rod, which is roughly $16,000 each. Even if I buy five stones at a time, that's a $6,000 profit per rod. Enchanters can make a killing." The room fell silent. "Son, if we ordered 10 stones, could you finish the rods before your next dungeon run?" Thomas asked. "Not a chance," Robert replied. "It'll take weeks to get the stones. But once they arrive, I can make two rods a day, so six to eight per run."

David stepped in. "I've got the money to order 20 stones. Just pay me back." Robert chuckled. "I'll give you 40 gold coins from the sale. Double your money back seems fair." Emily pondered. "Even with that, you'd still make over $200,000. You're right, it's a moneymaker." "Yes, but time is the issue," Robert explained. "It'll take 12-13 days to make 20 rods, including dungeon runs. After that, we'll make another 10 for the family. Hopefully, I'll learn something new and create something more powerful, like limb replacements." Emily's eyes widened. "Robert, if you could create limb replacements, we could help countless people. Forget money, we'd make millions!"

David set his phone down. "Good news! I found a gemstone shop in Atlanta. They have plenty of the stones we need. I’ll drive over tomorrow and pick them up. You should be able to start tomorrow afternoon." Robert grinned. “That’s fantastic! I’ll grab some extra oak rods and get everything ready. I should be able to make five rods before my next run, so I can pay you back. But it’ll be the run after that before you see a profit.” David shrugged. “No rush.”

The family spent the rest of the day discussing their future. A few hours later, Thomas asked, "Son, you said Constitution makes you tougher, right?" Robert pondered. "Yes, it increases physical resistance. I’m currently at 7.” “What does that mean? Are you bulletproof?” Thomas inquired.

Not quite. A 7 means you can withstand physical attacks like punches, but bullets are a different story. To stop most handguns, you’d need a score of 10. For rifles, you’re looking at 15. To get to 10, you’d need a Constitution of 50. For 15, it’s 90.

“So, not quite bulletproof yet,” Robert continued. “I could probably win a boxing match, but for handguns, I’d need about 21 more levels, or 10 with some strategic point allocation. For rifles, it’s 30 levels away.” Thomas nodded, understanding. “So, we keep this to ourselves until you reach that 10. Even if you can’t stop a rifle round, your high health would probably let you survive, right?” Robert laughed. “You’re probably right. And you could always heal me up.”

The next day David left early to head to Atlanta and Robert went to the hardware store to get more Oak Rods. Later that afternoon, he was able to start working again on the new rods. This continued for the next three days. By the time Robert's next run had arrived he had created 5 new rods to sell.

On the day of Robert’s next run, the kids were at Michael’s house, and the adults gathered at Robert’s parents’. Dressed in his armor and clutching his sword, Robert walked into the room. “Damn, Robert, looking mighty medieval,” Emily teased. Thomas shook his head. “So, what’s the plan, son?” Robert glanced at his father. “It’s time to tell Hal,” Robert informed Hal he was ready, and a portal materialized in the corner of the room. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the swirling portal. “So, that’s how it works?” David asked, surprised. “You just walk into that thing?”Robert chuckled. “Yep. Not sure how long this will take, but expect several hours, maybe even a full day.” With that, he stepped into the portal.

Chapter 32

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Twelfth Floor.

Not wasting time, Robert went to the System Shop and sold the six rods he had earning him 49 gold and 80 silver. "Looks like you were right on the money, a little over 8 gold per rod. Switching over to the items for sale, he pulled up the list:

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Large Healing Potion
1
uncommon
1 silver
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 30 health.

Tier 3 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
2
uncommon
30 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 3 Fire spells.

Tier 3 Spell Book of Elemental Air
2
uncommon
30 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 3 Air spells.

Tier 3 Spell Book of Elemental Water
2
uncommon
30 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 3 Water spells.

Tier 3 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
2
uncommon
30 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 3 Earth spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Space
2
rare
50 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 space spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Nature

2
uncommon
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Nature spells.

Tier 2 Master Spell Book
2
Epic
3 Tokens
This book contains all Tier 2 spells from the following spheres; fire, earth, water, air, time, creation, healing, light, and enchantment.

Random Rare Scroll Pack
4
Epic
1 token
This pack contains 5 random Tier 4 spell scrolls.

"Hal is that what I think it is?" Robert yelled to Hal.

If you are talking about the Tier 2 book then yes it is. Though you are nowhere close to getting it. You've found a few rare tokens, but I'm guessing you will not see Epic for another 10 levels or so. That being said you can exchange 4 rare tokens for an Epic which happens to be how many you have. With that, you could buy the scroll pack which would at least give you a few Tier 4 spells to cast.

"Probably a good idea, unless I get spells for things like trash disposal, which wouldn't help me at all here.' Robert said in reflection. "How do I exchange them?"

When you go to purchase the pack, it will give you the option to use your 4 rare tokens.

Following his instruction Robert purchased the scroll pack and received the following:

Name: Scroll of Fiery Tempest
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: A combination of Fire and Air. This spell summons a powerful whirlwind of flame that can devastate large areas.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Temporal Shift
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: A combination of Time and Space. This spell allows the caster to manipulate time and space, enabling them to travel through time forward or backward for up to thirty minutes.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Mind Control
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: A combination of Mind and Illusion. This spell grants the caster the ability to dominate the minds of others, forcing them to obey the caster's commands.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Necromantic Resurrection
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: A combination of Necromancy and Soul. This spell allows the caster to reanimate the dead, bringing them back to life as powerful undead servants.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Conjuration of the Divine
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: A combination of Conjuration and Light. This spell summons powerful celestial being to aid the caster in battle or other tasks.
Charges: 1

"Hal, what the heck is this?" Robert exclaimed, eyes wide as he scanned the list of spells. "I can't even use three of these! And time travel? Are you serious?"

It's random. But yeah, those are pretty powerful spells. Be careful with that mind-control one though. It's illegal in a lot of places.

Robert returned to the shop to check the price of the scrolls. "Holy cow, Hal! The System will buy that scroll for 250 gold!"

Well, it is a Tier 4 Epic spell combining two spheres. I'd expect it to be expensive.

"I don't think I need the Necromancy spell, so I'll sell it. And as for the mind control... I'm not sure it's worth the risk. I'll sell that one too. At least I'll have enough to buy all the other books." Before he could change his mind, Robert sold the two scrolls and purchased the remaining books. "Hal, tell me about Conjuration. I'm guessing it's what I think it is?"

Probably, Conjuration is a Sphere of magic focused on the creation and manipulation of matter and energy. Conjurers excel at summoning creatures from other planes of existence, creating objects out of thin air, and transporting themselves and others across vast distances.

Robert grinned. "So, it's definitely worth unlocking."

Unlocking the skill he held off on learning the spells, after the last time he did that, he wasn't risking a side quest again. Heading into the next area he discovered his dungeon run this time was a desert. As soon as he stepped through the door it vanished behind him landing him in a vast open desert. Looking around he was able to spot what looked like a building several miles ahead and with nothing else to do, he headed off in that direction.

Robert had taken no more than a few steps before his first foe burst out of the sand"

Name: Giant Scorpion
Class: N/A
Race: Scorpion
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 18, Dex 19, Con 22, Int 5, Wis 4, Cha 5
Level: 18
Resistances: Physical (20%)
Health: 590
Mana: N/A

Robert, his body a blur of motion, dodged the scorpion's massive pincers. The creature's chitinous exoskeleton glinted in the desert sun as it lunged forward. With a swift gesture, Robert cast Fire Lance. A fiery spear materialized its tip ablaze before it was hurled with deadly accuracy, piercing the scorpion's exoskeleton. The creature roared in pain, its movements slowed. Seizing the opportunity, Robert activated Earth Spike striking the creature again. Robert's Air barrier deflected the scorpion's retaliatory strike before it shattered leaving him unprotected. He moved in for the final blow, his sword raised high. With a powerful swing, he severed the scorpion's tail, ending the creature's threat.

Robert looted the scorpion, earning 10 silver and 10 pounds of valuable chitinous shell. He continued his trek, battling twelve more scorpions before a familiar message appeared:

Level Up!

Level 21, just 14 more to go until he felt like he was no longer in danger from anyone on Earth. After about 20 more minutes he encountered a different creature:

Name: Horned Lizard
Class: N/A
Race: Desert Lizard
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 16, Dex 21, Con 19, Int 5, Wis 4, Cha 5
Level: 19
Resistances: N/A
Health: 520
Mana: N/A

Robert watched the Horned Lizard, its spiny body glistening in the desert sun. The creature puffed itself up, a defensive display that only made it look more ridiculous. The lizard lunged, its sharp claws aimed at Robert's chest. With a swift motion, Robert cast Fire Lance. A fiery spear materialized in his hand and shot towards the lizard. The creature was struck, its scales sizzling and smoking. It let out a high-pitched screech and retreated. Robert followed up with Earth Spear. A solid, earthen spike shot from the ground, impaling the lizard. The creature thrashed wildly, but the spear held firm. With a final, decisive strike, Robert finished off the creature. The battle was over. Robert stood victorious, the silence of the desert broken only by the soft hiss of the dying fire.

Looting the creature Robert found 8 silver coins and a Horned Lizard skin. Continuing on, Robert was attacked by 10 more of the lizards before he reached the building he had been walking toward. If nothing else the creatures on this run were paying out in experience points.

Level Up!

The wind whipped across the barren landscape, carrying grains of sand that stung the eyes and chapped lips. The sun beat down mercilessly, a blazing orb in a sky of endless blue. Robert, weary from his journey through the desert, approached a crumbling fortress. Its once-proud walls, now eroded and scarred, stood as a silent sentinel against the encroaching sands. The fortress, a relic of a bygone era, was a stark contrast to the desolate landscape. Its broken windows and shattered doors hinted at a violent past, perhaps a battle lost to the relentless sands of time. As Robert ventured closer, he could see the skeletal remains of creatures scattered across the courtyard, a grim reminder of the dangers that lurked within these ancient walls.

Entering the broken ruins Robert looked around for danger, knowing this would be the location of the final battle from this dungeon run. Entering the courtyard in the middle of the fortress his unspoken question was answered by the largest lizard he had ever seen:

Name: Giant Fire Lizard
Class: N/A
Race: Volcanic Lizard
Profession: N/A
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 25, Dex 21, Con 23, Int 5, Wis 4, Cha 5
Level: 22
Resistances: Fire(85%), Water (-25%)
Health: 1220
Mana: N/A

Looking at the information provided by his skill he knew which spells to use.

Robert, heart pounding, readied himself for the battle. The Fire Lizard, a monstrous creature of flame, roared, its breath a torrent of fire. Robert knew he had to act fast. He raised his hand, focusing his energy. A bolt of water, crystalline and powerful, shot forth. It struck the lizard's scaly hide, extinguishing a small portion of the flames. The creature roared in pain, but its rage only intensified. The lizard charged, its claws outstretched. Robert swiftly cast Water Wall, a shimmering barrier of water materializing in front of him.

The lizard's claws struck the wall, causing ripples and distortions, but the barrier held. Robert seized the opportunity. He unleashed another Water Bolt, this time aiming for the lizard's eyes. The bolt struck true, blinding the creature momentarily. It stumbled, its attacks becoming less precise. Robert continued his assault, each Water Bolt chipping away at the lizard's health. The creature, though wounded, fought with a savage ferocity. Its fiery breath scorched the earth, and its claws raked at the water wall. Finally, after a grueling battle, the lizard's health dwindled to zero. It let out a final, mournful roar before collapsing to the ground, its fiery form extinguished. Robert stood victorious, his body weary but his spirit unbroken.

Robert looted the fallen Fire Lizard, claiming a gold coin and a fiery Firestone. As soon as he finished, the creature's remains vanished, replaced by a shimmering chest.

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded.

Chest contains:

One skill book (Cartography)

Five gold coins

One unlocked skill tokens

One Rare Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

With that the chest vanished and Robert exited through the portal.

Chapter 33

Stepping through the portal, Robert was immediately surrounded by his family, all buzzing with anticipation. His dad, Thomas, was the first to break the silence. "Welcome back, son! You were gone for a good six hours. How'd everything go?" Robert gave his father a quick nod, then turned to Sara, pulling her into a warm hug. "It was a success," he said, a smile spreading across his face. "A really good run, actually. I jumped up two levels, and got a bunch of other stuff."

He then launched into a detailed retelling of his adventure, painting a picture of the vast desert and the massive, intimidating fort. He even showed them pictures of the bizarre, dangerous creatures he'd faced. When he finally revealed the sheer number of scrolls he'd managed to collect, the room went silent with stunned amazement. With a flourish, he counted out sixty gold coins and handed them to his surprised brother, settling his debt for the twenty stones.

The family then gathered around, eagerly examining the new spellbooks, impressed by the sheer variety of magic they contained. "So, these tiers," Thomas began, scratching his chin, "How do they actually work? What's the real difference between them?" Robert paused, considering the question carefully. He had a brief, silent conversation with Hal, clarifying some of the finer points, before responding. He needed to make sure to use an easy-to-understand analogy when taking about how the system worked. "Okay, so the system has a total of ten tiers and they're, let's say, a measurement of power," he explained carefully

1) Minor Effect: A subtle influence on a single individual or object.
2) Localized Effect: A significant impact on a small area or group of people or objects.
3) Limited Widespread Effect: A substantial influence on a larger group within a confined area, typically up to 30 meters in radius.
4) Widespread Effect: A significant impact on a village-sized area.
5) Large-Scale Effect: A dramatic influence on a city-sized area.
6) Extensive large-scale effect: A powerful impact on a region spanning 25 to 30 square miles, encompassing a city and its surrounding area.
7) Regional Effect: A major influence on a small country-sized region.
8) Continental Effect: A massive impact on a continent-sized area.
9) Hemispheric Effect: A profound influence on a hemisphere of a planet.
10) Planetary Effect: A global impact on the entire planet.

"So, yeah, that's the basic idea of how powerful each tier is. But what you can actually do at each tier? That's... a bit trickier to explain," Robert said, running a hand through his hair. "Like, Tier 1 spells are usually pretty small stuff – healing a little cut, lifting something light with your mind, that sort of thing. By the time you get to Tier 5, though, you're summoning some seriously strong creatures or even messing with the weather. And then, way up at Tier 9? We're talking about spells that could literally reshape mountains, change the weather for a whole continent, or even, Hal told me, crack open a planet's core. Tier 10 is just... insane. Think creating new planets, creating life from scratch, or even changing a planet's orbit. Hal keeps saying Tier 10 is basically god-level power."

"So, you're saying you can now cast Tier 4 spells, right?" Thomas asked, his brow furrowed. Robert nodded. "Yeah, that's right. I learned one called 'Fiery Tempest' – it's a battlefield spell, and honestly, it's kind of terrifying to think that it's considered weak compared to what some things out there can do. Magic is... well, it's a double-edged sword," Robert continued, choosing his words carefully. "I mean, I have this Tier 3 fire spell, 'Incinerate,' that could turn a person to ash in, like, seconds. But then I also have a Tier 3 water spell, 'Water Purification,' that can clean up an entire swimming pool's worth of water. Or 'Wind Shear,' a Tier 3 air spell, that could literally rip a plane out of the sky. And then there's 'Stone Shape,' which is also Tier 3, but it just lets me mold rock and build little things."

Thomas's expression was grave. "That sounds like an incredible amount of power to have, son. Are you absolutely sure you're ready for that kind of responsibility?" Robert took a deep breath, considering the question. "Dad, I think I am. I'm not looking to be some kind of ruler or conqueror. I just want to get stronger, learn more, and when I come back, I want to help protect the planet during the, uh, 'transition,' as Hal calls it. I don't want to be in charge. Magic is, to me, I don't know. An amazing form of art! And I can't wait to see what else I can do with it." Thomas looked at him intently. "Son, you might not have a choice. When you get back, you'll probably be the strongest person on Earth. I think things are going to get bad, and you'll have to protect people, even from their own bad choices. I know you'll do the right thing. I raised you. Just... be strong."

"Well, I've got a few hundred years before I have to worry about any of that," Robert said with a slightly forced chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "Right now, my plan is to learn those three spells from the scrolls and memorize as many spells as I can from the new books. I'll probably never learn all the Tier 1 spells in that giant master book, but I can definitely learn all the spells in the smaller ones. And I need to finish those fifteen healing rods. With my higher level, I can make four a day now, so I should have at least ten done before my next run. Plus, vacation's almost over, and I need to get the kids back home soon before school starts up again." He needed to focus.

Over the next two days, Robert dedicated himself to the task. He meticulously worked through the new spells, committing them to his System Spellbook, vastly expanding his magical arsenal. He also returned to crafting the enhanced healing rods, his increased efficiency allowing him to complete eleven of them by the time his next scheduled run arrived, a testament to his growing power and dedication. He felt he was making good progress.

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Thirteenth Floor.

There was nothing new in the shop so he sold his 11 rods for 88 gold and moved on. This floor was another cave system with Giant spiders, which was not Robert's favorite. The only good thing is that the spiders really did not like fire and Robert found this run to be fairly easy. He did get a new level out of the run and a lot of spider silk. The final battle turned out to be easy when a misplaced fire spell ignited the entire cave of webs and burned most of the spiders alive. The Queen spider took nearly half her health in damage from that and Robert was able to quickly finish her off.

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Tier 4 Waterstone

Five gold coins

One unlocked skill tokens

Two Rare Shop Tokens

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Looking at the Waterstone, he compared it to the firestone he had already received.

Name: Firestone
Tier: 4
Rank: Rare
Description: The Firestone was a rough, jagged crystal, its surface a fiery crimson, almost glowing with inner heat. It was shaped like a teardrop, but its edges were sharp and dangerous. When held, it radiated warmth, almost as if it were a miniature sun. The stone pulsed with a fiery energy, its light flickering and dancing. It felt heavy in the hand, a tangible weight of raw power. These stones are used to enchant and create permanent fire-based effects.

Name: Waterstone
Tier: 4
Rank: Rare
Description: The Waterstone was a smooth, oval-shaped gem, its surface shimmering like the ocean's depths. It was a deep, oceanic blue, with swirls of darker indigo and lighter turquoise dancing within its depths. When held to the light, it seemed to pulse with an inner light, casting a soft, calming glow. The stone felt cool to the touch, almost icy, and had a soothing weight to it. It hummed with a quiet energy, a constant whisper of the sea. These stones are used to enchant and create permanent water-based effects.

"Okay, then. Something for enchanting," Robert mused. Gathering his belongings, he stepped through the portal. Back at his parents' home, he recounted his adventure, eliciting laughter with the tale of the fiery mishap. The rest of the day was spent simply enjoying their company. The following day, they packed up and returned home. With Elara's 15th birthday just two days away, preparations were underway. Robert was curious to witness someone fully unlocking the System.

Chapter 34

Life after Robert's return settled into a comfortable, predictable rhythm, a welcome respite from the dangers of the dungeon; his days were structured around a balanced routine of continued magical studies, focusing intently on honing his spellcasting techniques and refining his crafting abilities, aiming to produce a manageable five enchanted items per dungeon run, a more modest and sustainable goal that allowed for precious moments of leisure and family time, something he deeply cherished.

This peaceful interlude, however, was delightfully disrupted by Elara's birthday, a day of joyous celebration that culminated in an unexpected and extraordinary revelation: "Robert, you won't believe this! Something absolutely incredible has happened!" Elara exclaimed, rushing to him, her voice brimming with excitement, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of disbelief and elation, "The System just notified me – I've earned two feats and a title! That's... that's not normal, is it?" She thrust her System-granted device towards him, her finger pointing emphatically at the newly acquired accolades displayed on the screen, a clear testament to a truly unusual and momentous occasion.

Feat: Pioneer of the New World
Description: Granted to a user who, before fully unlocking the system, travels to another universe and becomes the first child to unlock it there.
Reward: +5% XP, +1 Tier to class and profession options.

Feat: First Traveler
Description: Awarded to the first user to journey to another universe from their original world.
Reward: Unlocks or advances by 1 Tier, the Magical Sphere of Travel.

Title: The First Child
Description: Bestowed upon the first child to fully unlock the system's potential in the current universe, a pioneer shaping the future.
Reward: +5% XP, +5 free stat points, +2 unlocked skill points.

"That's truly extraordinary, Elara," Robert replied, his voice a blend of genuine awe and quiet pride, a warm smile spreading across his face as he examined the unexpected achievements status page; "so, let's discuss your next steps, a strategic plan, so to speak. If you were still living with your family, following their guidance, what would their advice be, what would the traditional 'game plan' be in this situation?" He posed the question gently, knowing it might touch upon a sensitive area.

Elara's bright expression dimmed, a shadow of sadness crossing her features, and she lamented, her voice thick with regret and a hint of longing, "Momma always used to say, 'Skills are the foundation upon which everything is built; levels are merely the fruit that blossoms from that strong foundation.' I was supposed to be focusing on diligently building up my core skills, not just chasing after levels and immediate power." Robert listened intently, his heart aching for her loss and the evident conflict within her, before softly urging, "Show me your current skill page, Elara. Let's see what we're working with, what foundation you've already built." With a heavy sigh, a mixture of resignation and a glimmer of hope, Elara opened her System interface, displaying her current skill progression for Robert's assessment.

Name

Tier
Rank
Description

General - Language
1
7
General ability to understand and use languages.

Language - English
Learned
2
Language Subskill in the English Language.

Language - System Common
Learned
5
Subskill in the knowledge of the Common System Language

Cooking
1
1
Ability to prepare meals using basic cooking techniques.

Fishing
1
2
Ability to fish using various techniques and knowledge of bait.

Bargaining
1
1
Ability to negotiate favorable deals and trades.

History(Mordia)
1
2
Knowledge of the history, stories, and legends of the world Mordia.

Local Lore(Aeria)
Learned
1
Knowledge of the lore, customs, and significant locations in the village of Aeria and its immediate surroundings.

Regional Lore(Scaloria)
Learned
1
Knowledge of the lore, customs, and significant locations in the kingdom of Scaloria and its surrounding regions.

Hunting

1
2
Ability to track, trap, and prepare small game.

Tracking
Learned
1
Ability to follow animal tracks and signs.

Trapping
Learned
1
Ability to set traps for catching animals.

Climbing
1
2
Ability to scale cliffs, trees, and other obstacles.

Swimming
1
2
Proficiency in swimming and basic water rescue techniques.

Sewing
1
2
Ability to repair and create basic clothing items.

Foraging
1
2
Ability to identify and gather edible plants and fungi.

Magical Sphere of Travel
1
9
Magical ability related to movement and transportation, including teleportation and portal creation.

Magical Sphere of Illusion
1
9
Magical ability to create sensory illusions, affecting sight, sound, touch, etc.

Magical Sphere of Healing
1
9
Magical ability to heal injuries and restore vitality.

Magical Sphere of Elemental Air
1
9
Magical ability to manipulate and control air.

Magical Sphere of Light
1
9
Magical ability to manipulate and control light.

"Alright, Elara, let's tackle this systematically," Robert said, gently tapping the device displaying her skill list. "First up: these foundational skills. We need to get them leveled up. Your magical abilities will naturally improve with practice and as you gain more experience, but these others... well, a good fishing trip might be just what we need for some practical training." He winked, trying to lighten the mood. "Now, about your System-specific skills. What's the current level of your inventory skill?"

Elara shifted uncomfortably, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "It's... it's still at level one, I'm afraid," she admitted quietly. "The System says I can't upgrade it until I've fully unlocked all the basic System functions." Robert chuckled softly, offering her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, Elara. That's one of the easiest skills to improve. It's all about repetition. Just keep actively using it – storing items, retrieving them, organizing your inventory. You'll level it up in no time. Actually," he added, a thoughtful expression on his face, "I'm pretty close to leveling up my own inventory skill as well. Probably just a few more days of consistent use."

He paused, studying her skill list again. "So, the big question is: do you want to concentrate on leveling up these existing skills, or should we explore the possibility of acquiring new ones? I should warn you, though," he said, a wry grin spreading across his face, "the System seems to have... overlooked a few skills that I feel should be included. Like Running, for instance. I mean, I was on the track team in high school and college! It's a pretty fundamental skill, wouldn't you say?"

It requires a certain expenditure of System energy to grant skills. The System prioritizes efficiency and may have deemed certain skills redundant based on your existing physical capabilities. However, we could submit a request for a skill reassessment.

Robert rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, that's a double-edged sword, isn't it? Would I end up with a deluge of utterly useless skills, just for the sake of completeness?"

The outcome is uncertain, it depends on your definition of 'useless.' Consider the Running skill, for example. At higher levels, it could grant superhuman speed and endurance, allowing you to outpace virtually any creature and traverse vast distances without tiring. However, it is true that the majority of newly acquired skills would likely be Tier 1, Level 1 – basic proficiencies. Some might prove beneficial, others might be of negligible value.

"Oh, what the heck," Robert said with a shrug and a playful grin. "Let's roll the dice. Go ahead and request the reassessment, Hal. Worst-case scenario? I end up with a ridiculously long skill list and spend a few extra minutes scrolling. I can live with that."

Request Skill List Review!

Review Underway!
Setting Baseline!
Setting Baseline!
Scanning User History!
Extracting System-Defined Skills from User History!
Identifying Skills That Are Not Yet Defined!
Building Additional Skill List!
List Built!
Identifying New Skills To Create Database Entries for!
Task complete!

A wave of new information, a torrent of skills and abilities, flooded Robert's mind, causing his head to throb momentarily. He blinked, trying to clear the mental fog, the sheer volume of data overwhelming. After a few minutes, the mental pressure subsided, and he could focus again. He accessed his updated status sheet, his eyes scanning the lengthy list of newly acquired skills. "Okay, Hal," he said, a mixture of amusement and bewilderment in his voice, "I get the point. Some of these are definitely going to be useful, like Running – that's a no-brainer. But Technical Writing? Seriously? I'm not sure how documenting the intricacies of goblin sewage systems is going to help me survive in the multiverse."

No skill is entirely devoid of utility, Robert, while the immediate application of, say, Computer Engineering might be limited in a low-technology environment, your military training and survival skills will undoubtedly prove invaluable regardless of the setting. The skill review, on balance, was a net positive.

"I can see your point," Robert conceded, scrolling through the list. "Well, this is good news for you, Elara," he said, turning to his student with a smile. "It looks like I've unlocked a whole bunch of skills that I can now teach you. Things like Archery and Survival, for instance. I can show you my skill sheet, and you can pick and choose what you'd like to learn."

Elara, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and concern, leaned forward, her eyes widening with anticipation as Robert displayed his skill sheet.

The sheer number of skills listed, each with its own level and description, was initially daunting, but her excitement quickly overcame her apprehension. She traced her finger along the glowing list, her brow furrowed in concentration as she considered her options. "Archery sounds like fun," she mused, "but... I think Survival skills might be more practical, given our... circumstances. We don't really know what kind of dangers we might encounter out there, do we?"

Robert nodded in agreement, impressed by her pragmatic approach. "That's a wise choice, Elara. Survival skills are always a solid foundation. I can teach you the basics of first aid, tracking, finding and identifying edible plants, building a shelter – a whole range of things. It's a lot to cover, but it'll be incredibly valuable."

He paused, then added with a grin, "However, we won't have much time for lessons today. It is your birthday, after all." Elara's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "My... birthday?" she asked, as if the concept were foreign to her. "Birthdays are a pretty big deal here on Earth," Robert explained gently. "And the family will definitely want to celebrate. Did you not celebrate birthdays in Aeria?" "Just... specific ones, I guess," Elara replied, a touch of sadness, a hint of homesickness, creeping into her voice. "My System day would have been one of those important celebrations." "Well, worry not," Robert reassured her, his voice warm and comforting. "We'll make this a birthday to remember. In fact, I have a feeling Sara is planning something special. I wouldn't be surprised if she shows up any minute now to whisk you away for a day of shopping and pampering." As if on cue, Sara burst into the room, her energy filling the space.

"Robert! No lessons on her birthday! I know you two were discussing important System stuff, but that's enough for today. Come on, Elara," she declared, her eyes sparkling with mischievous glee, "it's time to introduce you to the wonders of Earth culture: malls, food courts, and beauty salons! Prepare to be amazed!" Elara tilted her head, a perplexed expression on her face. "Food court? Are we paying a visit to the local governing body? I thought Stacey mentioned you didn't have a nobility system here." Robert chuckled, shaking his head at Elara's literal interpretation. "No, no, a food court is just an area inside a mall – a large shopping center – with lots of different restaurants and food stalls. It's kind of like a market, but exclusively for prepared food."

Elara pondered this for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "So, it's a market... within a market?" she asked, still trying to wrap her head around the concept. Sara laughed, a bright, infectious sound, and gently took Elara's hand. "Come on, sweetie, it's much easier to show you than to explain. Besides, Stacey's waiting impatiently in the car!"

With that, she ushered Elara out of the room, leaving Robert alone with his thoughts. obert chuckled softly at the bewildered expression Elara had worn as Sara dragged her away, and at the pure, unadulterated joy on his wife's face at having a new person to introduce to Earth culture. He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, and turned his attention back to his newly expanded skill list. "Well," he murmured to himself, "looks like I have some skills to work on as well, some new avenues to explore." He also noticed his new title displayed prominently on his status sheet:

Title: Skilled Trailblazer

Description: Awarded to those who pioneer new paths in the realm of skills. This title recognizes individuals who have successfully introduced novel abilities to the System, expanding the boundaries of what is possible. Their innovative spirit and mastery of their craft have earned them this prestigious honor.

Reward: +5% Experience gain towards skills, +2 Unallocated Skill Points.

Robert chuckled again, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his voice. It was rather ironic, he thought, that he had earned a "Trailblazer" title for introducing Ruby programming, of all things, to the System. It seemed that no one in the vast, interconnected multiverse had ever bothered with it before. "Hey, Hal," he asked, "should I spend these two extra skill points now, or should I save them for the Constitution boost we discussed?"

While saving points for your long-term plan regarding Constitution is advisable, I would recommend allocating one point to Charisma and the remaining points to Strength. Your frequent use of the sword makes Strength a valuable asset, and a slight increase in Charisma could prove beneficial in future interactions.

"Makes sense," Robert agreed. "Alright, let's do it. One point to Charisma, bringing it to 15, and five points to Strength. I'll keep the rest in reserve for now."

Sounds reasonable.

Robert spent the next few hours engrossed in his spellbooks, diligently committing several new spells to his System Spellbook, expanding his magical repertoire. When the girls finally returned, their arms laden with shopping bags, Robert couldn't help but smile. Elara's hair had been expertly styled, her nails were freshly manicured, and a radiant, almost overwhelming, smile illuminated her face. It was evident that she had thoroughly enjoyed her introduction to Earth's consumer culture.

Later that evening, they celebrated with a birthday cake, the flickering candles casting a warm glow on their faces, and sang the traditional "Happy Birthday" song, a custom that Elara found both strange and endearing. She received gifts from Robert and Sara, carefully chosen items meant to ease her transition into this new world, as well as presents from the rest of the family that Robert had brought back from his dungeon runs, small tokens of affection and acceptance.

She might not have fully understood the nuances of the Earth tradition, but her gratitude was palpable, her eyes shining with genuine emotion. As they spent the remainder of the evening together, sharing stories and laughter, it became clear that the birthday celebration had served as another thread, weaving them closer together, strengthening the bonds of their newly formed, unconventional family.

As the day came to a close, Robert took the time to look over his current status page.

Name:
Robert Williams

Class 1:
Grand Archmagi of Creation(U)

HP: 938
Common Perks: 0

Race:
Human Tier G

Class 2: N/A
MP: 6647
Uncommon Perks: 0

Gender: Male
Class 3: N/A
Stamina: 465
Rare Perks: 0

Level: 23
Profession 1:
Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light(U)

Skill Points: 1
Legendary Perks: 0

Strength: 20
Profession 2: N/A
Unlocked Skill Points: 3
Mythical Perks: 0

Dexterity: 31
XP: 49685
Total Points: 4
Divine Perks: 0

Constitution: 34
XP to Level: 56000
RES: All 7

Intelligence: 68
Remaining XP: 6315

Wisdom: 68

Charisma: 15

Free Stat Points: 9

Willpower: 11

Chapter 35

The following morning, Robert settled into his office chair. Turning to Hal, he inquired, 'You mentioned that I might benefit from a skill to conceal my status. Could you elaborate on how to acquire such a skill and what specific skills would be necessary?'

You'll need the System Skill Status Protection, It's a popular choice among the nobility, and while it may raise a few eyebrows, it won't cause a major scandal. Once you've obtained that, you can unlock subskills that allow you to hide your skills, feats, traits, abilities, base status screen, inventory, and more. There's even a subskill to falsify the information displayed.

"So, with my four points, I could take the base skill and the hide base stats, skills, and abilities for now?" Robert asked, confirming his understanding.

Precisely, that will effectively conceal your class, profession, skills, and abilities. Remember, though, due to your perks, you'll start with a high level in these skills. In most worlds, outside of major cities, you won't encounter anyone capable of penetrating your defenses. However, larger cities often have a few individuals with a Tier 5 Identify skill, and occasionally, you might find someone working for a high-ranking royal family with a Tier 6 Identify skill. But let's not worry about royal court intrigue just yet.

"So, should I focus on leveling up those skills?" Robert asked.

Unfortunately, that's not feasible here, to level them up, you'd need to defend against high-level attempts to penetrate your skills, and you currently lack the necessary training partners. Your best option is to invest points to directly level them. While I generally advise against wasting points on skill levels, in this case, it's necessary to conceal your class and profession. Aim for a mid-6 or, ideally, a Tier 7. When you Tier up the base skill, the subskills will also advance a level. So, you'll need 10 unlocked points to reach a safe level, though 7 points should be sufficient unless you're exceptionally unlucky.

"Assuming I need all 10 points, I think I have enough remaining runs to acquire them," Robert pondered. "However, if unexpected circumstances arise, I could be in trouble. I also think I need the rest of those skills as well, the good news is those just need normal points, so not a waste, seeing how I should earn enough normal points just from leveling up."

Robert spent the rest of the day crafting more Rods for his upcoming run, just two days away. Later that afternoon, John approached him with an ambitious idea. "Dad, I've been thinking. We need to keep your spellbooks safe but also make them accessible to the family. We can't possibly copy your master book—it's over 123,000 pages! But I think we can create something just as effective. If we invest in some high-quality printers and binding equipment, we can set up a small operation out back for about $75,000. That includes a small building, or we could rent one for a few months."

"What exactly do you propose printing, John?" Robert inquired.

"A series of books, Dad," John explained. "First, we should make copies of the System Guide, a mere 50 pages, so we can distribute them to family members and the Men in Black. Next, we'll create training spellbooks, focusing on fundamental spells. These would be categorized by Magic Sphere, each containing a few essential spells: two combat, two defensive, two utility, and two healing, if applicable. These would be simple, introductory guides. Once they master those, we'll provide a second volume with eight more advanced spells in each category.

These tiers would be a solid foundation for them to build upon and pursue their class. We could also provide my training guides to senior family members, who could then create master books containing a hundred or so spells in each Sphere, starting with Tier 1 and progressing to Tier 3."

Robert nodded in agreement. "That's a sound plan. We could limit the higher-tier books, perhaps offering a few copies of larger spellbooks with Tier 4 and above spells for family use. This would undoubtedly give our family a significant advantage in the future. Once I return, I can take over training and share additional knowledge. I'm so impressed with your idea, John. You're in charge of this project. Find the necessary equipment, I'll secure a rental property, and you can get started on the printing process. And don't forget about long-term storage. We need to preserve master copies for centuries to come." John thanked his father for his support and approval, eager to embark on this new endeavor.

Two days later, Robert was ready for his next run. The System Shop offered nothing new, so he sold six Rods for a tidy sum of gold and ventured back into the dungeon.

This time, he faced a more challenging undead dungeon. His Light spells proved effective, but the tougher foes demanded a more strategic approach. His Fiery Tempest spell, cast before engaging the final boss, a powerful Mummy, dealt significant damage, setting the stage for a decisive victory. The best part was the chest after he looted the mummy, which earned him gold and undead dust.

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Tier 5 Mace 'The Necromancer's Bane'

Ten gold coins

Two unlocked skill tokens

One Epic Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Level Up!

Robert pulled the mace out and looked over the description:

Name: The Necromancer's Bane
Tier: 5
Rank: Epic
Description: A sleek, Mithril mace head, infused with the essence of holy light and dark shadow. The haft is wrapped in glowing, ethereal vines that hum with holy energy, radiating a faint, divine glow. Enchanted with the following:

Undead Bane: Deals massive bonus damage to undead creatures.

Holy Smite: A powerful holy strike that can dispel undead magic and weaken their defenses.

The Reaper's Kiss: Upon a critical hit against an undead creature, the mace channels the power of divine light, dealing devastating damage and purifying the target's corrupted soul. This ability can also dispel powerful undead enchantments and curses.

Self Repair: The mace slowly repairs itself over time, drawing energy from ambient mana. This process is accelerated after defeating powerful undead foes.

Robert examined the mace, its divine glow captivating his attention. He couldn't help but wonder, "Hal, is this the kind of weapon that would spark wars between kingdoms?"

While it's a powerful weapon, its effectiveness is limited to undead foes. It's more likely to interest a holy order or a group of adventurers seeking a powerful artifact. You could probably sell it for a few hundred gold, but it won't ignite a global conflict.

Robert chuckled. "Even so, it's tempting to keep it, despite my lack of skill with maces."

Robert returned home and continued his daily routine for the next few days. John quickly found a suitable building downtown, and Robert negotiated a 90-day lease with the landlord, offering a premium rate for the short-term rental. The equipment arrived sooner than expected, allowing them to begin the printing process within two weeks. To fund the printing operation, Robert sold another 60 gold coins. While he was concerned about drawing attention to his frequent sales, so far, he had managed to avoid suspicion. With the remaining coins, he purchased new gemstones and continued preparing rods for sale.

In a parallel effort, John and Robert jointly undertook the selection of spells for the inaugural training volume. Robert, having nearly attained level 30 after the successful completion of four additional dungeon expeditions, had secured the Tier 2 Master Spellbook. His most recent trial, Floor 15, had presented a formidable challenge in the form of numerous aerial adversaries.

Nevertheless, through the skillful application of his bow and spells, Robert had navigated this level successfully, procuring a valuable reward: a skill book on the discipline of Jewelcrafting. During this two-week period, Robert had accumulated five Unlocked Skill Tokens and two Normal Skill Tokens. These were utilized to unlock the remaining Status Protection skills, including the strategically significant Falsify Status skill. The three remaining Unlocked Skill Tokens were reserved for future use. With the installation of the printing equipment complete, they were now prepared to initiate the large-scale production of training materials.

After careful deliberation, John and Robert finalized the spell selections for both the training volumes and the master books. While John's preference leaned towards combat spells, Robert advocated for a balanced approach, prioritizing defense, healing, and utility spells. The final master books, encompassing all spheres, included 40 combat spells, 70 defensive spells, 100 utility spells, and 55 healing spells. These 265 spells, spanning Tiers 1 to 4, would become the family's secret weapon, filling 540 pages. They planned to print these last, allowing for potential additions of Tier 5 spells and further expansion of Tier 4 options.

The duo spent the next two days meticulously designing and preparing the first series of training books. Just as they were about to begin printing, an anticipated visitor arrived at their door.

Chapter 36

"Afternoon, gentlemen," Robert greeted the two men at his door. "Can I help you?" The older man, Detective Noah Ramirez, consulted a folder. "We're looking for Robert Williams. I assume that's you?" Robert chuckled. "That's me. Never judge a book by its driver's license photo." "Right," Ramirez replied, a slight smile playing on his lips. "We're Detectives Ramirez and Foxworth with the Sheriff's Office. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

Robert paused, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "Sure, but I'm going to need to see some ID first." Ramirez and Foxworth complied, displaying their badges. "No problem. This isn't a criminal investigation, just a routine inquiry. We're looking into some recent gold sales at local pawn shops." Robert leaned against the doorframe, a relaxed expression returning. "So, I can't sell my own stuff anymore?" "It's not about that," Ramirez assured him. "Pawn shops report all significant transactions to the state. We're just following up on a large number of sales involving high-purity gold."

"Well, I can understand why that might raise some eyebrows," Robert said. "But these coins have been in my family for generations. I'm selling them to pay for my kids' college funds." "We understand," Ramirez said. "But we need to verify the legal provenance of these items. They're unusually pure, and we're trying to determine their origin." Robert sighed. "I wish I could tell you more. Family history isn't always crystal clear. These coins have been passed down for eight generations. We don't have any documentation that old." Ramirez nodded, understanding the limitations of such ancient history. "We appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Williams. We'll be in touch if we need any further information."

As the detectives turned to leave, Robert's expression hardened. "One more thing," he called out. "If you plan on seizing my property without due process, you better be prepared for the consequences." With a firm shut of the door, Robert was alone again, a sense of unease settling over him.

Walking back into the house, Robert encountered Sara. "Who was that?" she inquired, her brow furrowed. "The police," Robert replied, his voice heavy. "Seems there are some questions about the recent gold sales." Sara nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Well, we anticipated that," she said calmly. "We still have some money left, so we could hold off on selling more." Robert considered her suggestion. "No," he decided firmly. "I'm going to travel upstate and make one large sale to secure our financial future until we relocate with the healing items. The police can speculate all they want, but they can't prove the origin of the coins, and we don't have time to waste. Once the financial records are complete and secure, we'll inform the federal authorities, who will protect us from local interference."

With a clear plan in mind, Robert spent the next few hours researching potential buyers for a large quantity of gold. His research led him to a reputable bulk bullion buyer in South Florida, known for handling significant gold transactions. Planning to sell 200 gold coins, he contacted the shop and discussed the details. They were eager to purchase the gold in bulk at a fair price, and he scheduled an appointment for two days later. With the sale arranged, Robert turned his attention to the next challenge: contacting the government. He struggled to find a straightforward way to reach out to the appropriate authorities.

Knowing his best course of action involved a healing demonstration, Robert turned to his sister for guidance. "Where could I discreetly test one of my healing items?" he asked. Emily paused for a moment before responding, "How public do you want to be? I'd suggest an active military hospital. They can enforce confidentiality, but do you want to make a big show of it or keep a low profile? Also, where would you do the most good?"

Robert answered honestly, "If we're going to expose ourselves, it should be to maximize the impact. A military hospital is a good idea, but access might be limited. Walter Reed would be ideal, but it seems heavily restricted. Brooke Army Medical Center could be an option, but the patients there are mostly stable. Reed is still the best choice, but I'm not sure how to gain access to the right areas." Emily chuckled. "Sounds like you have a plan," she teased. "Sorry, I can't help you get in, but it'll be fun to watch you try."

Robert spent a few more minutes discussing the situation with his sister before hanging up. He returned to his new Tier 2 master spellbook, hoping to discover more potent healing spells. Unfortunately, most of the spells seemed to be targeted or offered little improvement over his current Tier 3 spell.

The following two days were a whirlwind of activity. Robert crafted rods, worked with John to finalize the first series of books, and prepared for his trip to South Florida. His plan was to sell 200 gold coins, which should net the family nearly $400,000. This substantial sum would provide ample financial security until they could establish a reliable income stream.

Early the next morning, Robert set off for the gold shop. He spent most of the day waiting for the coins to be appraised. The shop manager questioned him twice about selling such unique coins, but Robert assured him that he had considered the implications. He jokingly wondered how long it would take before the IRS or the police inquired about the coins' origin. The manager laughed, assuring him that as a legitimate business, he only reported to the IRS and wasn't concerned with the provenance of the gold. This eased Robert's mind, as he knew he had some time before the detectives returned for further questioning.

Near the end of the day, Robert completed the sale and walked out with a check for $386,750. He took the check and the bill of sale to his bank to deposit the funds. The teller asked a few routine questions, but upon seeing the bill of sale, she recognized the gold shop as a frequent customer and acknowledged the large checks they often deposited. After verifying the check with the company, she accepted the deposit and thanked Robert for his long-standing relationship with the bank.

Returning home, Robert let Sara know how things went and spent the rest of the evening just hanging with his family, knowing the next day would be a dungeon run.

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Nineteenth Floor.

As usual, he checked the shop for something new:

Item Name

Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Large Healing Potion
1
uncommon
1 silver
Small healing potion that when used will heal for 30 health.

Tier 4 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
4
rare
100 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 4 Fire spells.

Tier 4 Spell Book of Elemental Air
4
rare
100 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 4 Air spells.

Tier 4 Spell Book of Elemental Water
4
rare
100 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 4 Water spells.

Tier 4 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
4
rare
100 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 4 Earth spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Space
2
rare
75 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 space spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Nature
2
rare
50 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Nature spells.

Tier 3 Master Spell Book
3
Legendary
3 Tokens
This book contains all Tier 3 spells from the following spheres; fire, earth, water, air, time, creation, healing, light, and enchantment.

Random Epic Scroll Pack
5
Epic
1 token
This pack contains 5 random Tier 4 spell scrolls.

His disdain for the System grew with each passing day. After selling ten rods for a modest eighty-six gold, he reviewed his finances. With eight hundred thirty-eight gold coins remaining, he splurged on all the gold-priced books and an epic scroll pack, using four of his rare shop tokens. Still, he had three hundred thirteen gold coins left. He asked Hal to remind him to consult Elara about the cost of various items upon his return home.

Looking over the 5 new scrolls he was excited and scared at the same time:

Name: Scroll of Illusionary Realm
Tier: 5 Epic
Sphere(s): Illusion, Mind
Description: The caster creates a completely convincing illusionary realm, capable of trapping and deceiving even the most powerful beings. This spell requires a deep understanding of the mind and the nature of reality.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Soul Mend
Tier: 5, Epic
Sphere(s): Healing, Soul
Description: A potent healing spell that can repair severe physical and spiritual wounds. It can restore lost limbs, heal mortal wounds, and even mend damaged souls. However, it drains the target's life force, making it a dangerous spell to overuse.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Elemental Storm
Tier: 5, Legendary
Sphere(s): Fire, Water, Earth, Air
Description: The caster summons a devastating storm of the four classical elements. This spell can create towering waves of fire, earthquakes, hurricanes, and torrential downpours, capable of leveling entire towns. It requires immense control over elemental energies.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Accelerated Healing
Tier: 5, Rare
Sphere(s): Healing, Time
Description: This spell significantly speeds up the natural healing process. It can heal severe wounds in a matter of minutes, and even reverse aging effects. However, it requires a significant amount of energy and can leave the caster and target feeling drained.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Death's Embrace
Tier: 5 Legendary
Sphere(s): Death, Soul
Description: This spell allows the caster to siphon life force from a target, draining their vitality and transferring it to themselves or another creature. It can be used to heal allies, weaken enemies, or even kill outright. However, it requires a deep understanding of life and death, and overuse can lead to dire consequences. Charges: 1

He knew right away he would be taking mind and soul as skills. Death he wasn't sure about, "Hal is Death magic evil?"

There is no evil magic, there are only evil casters. The Sphere of Death contains spells to kill, but also spells to heal, everything depends on the caster. Now I will warn you about that spell, it drains the soul, which if you are wondering is a real thing, and uses that soul fragment to heal, sometimes the spell doesn't fully clean the fragment and it's possible that part of the target's soul might bond with whoever you are healing.

"So that is a no then, I've got enough healing spells that I don't need one that might change people's souls. That's getting sold." With his decision made, he returned to the shop and sold the Death Scroll for 400 gold, it seems Legendary spells were expensive.

Moving into the dungeon itself this was another forest level and included a lot of large cats, Robert summoned his Celestial being which as luck had it was a large cat:

Name: Starlit Panther
Class: N/A
Race: Cosmic Guardian
Description: A majestic, ethereal panther, its fur shimmering with starlight. It roams the cosmos, a guardian of balance and harmony.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 28, Dex 39, Con 29, Int 13, Wis 14, Cha 25
Level: 27
Resistances: Death(50%)
Health: 2590
Mana: 3700

This silent Guardian owned the forest and nothing was able to stand in his way, even the final fight was easy. Robert was kind of disappointed and didn't feel like he earned his level up from this run.

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded.

Chest contains:

One skill book (Painting)

Five gold coins

One unlocked skill tokens

Two Rare Shop Tokens

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Even the chest at the end seemed to make fun of how easy it was. After looting everything Robert returned home.

Chapter 37

The next morning, Hal was reviewing the first draft of John’s Starter Book when Robert interrupted. “Hal, remind me again: when do I get my second class?”

Level 100, and before you ask, the chances of reaching that before you leave are slim.

“What about my second profession?” Robert asked.

Level 150, and that’s definitely out of reach, which is a good thing.

Robert raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

You already have a powerful mage class and a solid support class. You need a strong fighting class to balance them out. Right now, you haven’t earned one. Wandering Ranger of the Silent Way would have been perfect, but you passed on it, so it’s gone forever.

“That’s a bummer,” Robert admitted.

The problem is, you’d only be offered a mediocre class now. You need more skills, feats, traits—everything. You’ve focused on being a mage, so the System has tailored your dungeon runs to that. You need a good trainer and skill books to boost your fighting abilities, but you won’t find those here.

“So, I want to be as powerful as possible before I leave, but I need room for a higher-tier second class,” Robert mused.

That is correct.

“Speaking of builds, what should I do with these skill books? I still think Painting was a joke reward, but should I take Jewelcrafting? It might help with a second profession. And I think Cartography is a must, regardless,” Robert asked.

Learn them all. Painting might seem like a joke, but the System doesn’t joke. It could unlock unexpected options later.

“If you say so.” Robert pulled out the books and started using them.

Subskill Painting learned
General Skill Art unlocked!

General Skill Alchemy Unlocked!

General Skill JewelCrafting unlocked!

Survival Subskill Cartography Learned.
Error: Subskill cannot exceed General Skill level.
Adjusting General Skill: Survival now Tier 4 Level 5.
Adjusting other subskills.

“Hal, did you know that would happen?” Robert asked, surprised.

Yes. That’s why I suggested using the book. A higher Survival skill will help you earn a better second class.

“Thanks for looking out for me, Hal,” Robert said with a smile.

I'm here to support you. I can't share everything, I'm not allowed, but I'll do my best to guide and advise you.

“I appreciate it,” Robert replied.

Robert spent the next two days doing the same, though he did approve John's first book so he spent a few hours helping him start the printing process. The following day it was Dungeon time.

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Twentieth Floor. This is a challenge floor.

Looking at the shop, he saw something new:

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Large Healing Potion
1
uncommon
1 silver
A healing potion that when used will heal for 30 health.

Large Mana Potion

1
Rare
25 silver
Mana potion that when used will restore 100 mana.

Tier 3 Spell Book of Space
2
rare
150 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 3 space spells.

Tier 3 Spell Book of Nature
2
rare
100 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 3 Nature spells.

Random Epic Scroll Pack
5
Epic
1 token
This pack contains 5 random Tier 4 spell scrolls.

Tier 4 Armor Pack
4
Epic
2 tokens
This pack contains an Epic grade set of Tier 4 scale armor and includes a Helm, Cuirass, Pauldrons, Gauntlets, Greaves, and Sabatons.

Skillbook (Armor Proficiency)
3
Rare
1 token
Grants the general skill Armor Proficiency, which allows the wearing of light and medium armor.

Skillbook (Armored Casting)
4
Epic
1 Token
Grants the Armor Proficiency subskill Armored Casting, that allows the casting of spells while wearing light and medium armor with no penality.

Tier 3 Master Spell Book
3
Legendary
3 Tokens
This book contains all Tier 3 spells from the following spheres; fire, earth, water, air, time, creation, healing, light, and enchantment.

“Hal, I’ll never get the Master Spell Book. I can’t afford to spend tokens on anything else right now. And even with three rare and one epic token, I can only buy the scrolls and the armor book. Or wait…”

I’d buy the Armor Proficiency now and wait on the rest. You can use that immediately, since you’re wearing armor.

“But I haven’t had any problems with my armor,” Robert protested.

You have, you just haven’t noticed because your skills are compensating. Your casting ability has taken a hit, you just don’t realize it.

“Alright, I trust you. I’ll buy the book and the spellbooks with gold. Hopefully, I can buy everything except the Master Book in six more runs, unless the System throws a curveball.”

No, it won’t add better items until you buy the current ones.

“So, I might be missing out on better stuff? The System loves to stress me out,” Robert grumbled as he bought the items and sold his healing rods. After acquiring the skill book, he opened it and began learning the skill.

General Skill Armor Proficiency Unlocked!

He glanced at the two spell books, eyeing spells like Blink, Spatial Distortion, and Spatial Blast. These would be game-changers in combat. His Nature book offered promising spells like Thorn Whip and Nature’s Mending, but he wanted to start completing the run first.

Exiting the entry room the first thing Robert noticed was the smell, "Is that Surfur?"

Based upon the input I'm getting from your senses, I'd say yes.

"Great, I can already tell this is going to suck," Robert replied. Continuing on in the first room, he found pools of lava and his first target:

Name: Fire Imp
Class: Infernal Imp
Race: Fiend
Description: A powerful, demonic imp, a master of fire and chaos.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 18, Dex 20, Con 15, Int 15, Wis 8, Cha 12
Level: 20
Resistances: Fire(auto)
Health: 800
Mana: 600

"Hal, please do not tell me this is a demon run," Robert sighed

I promise not to tell you.

"Hal, did you just make a funny," Robert said with a smile. Not waiting for a replied he cast his light bolt spell to see if it did bonus damage, which it did. Dodging the imps fire bolts he began a short dance to the death and defeated the Imp. Looting the imp, he found 2 gold, and a handful of infernal ash before he continued on.

The next room contained 3 Imps which proved to be a challenge, Robert took over 600 points of damage during the fight and had to recast his shield spells twice, that being said he did win in the end. After looking at the Imps and healing himself he sat for a bit and recovered his Mana, while he tried to think of something new. Pulling out his Tier 4 Water spellbook, he looked through and found two spells that he knew he would need, so he started the process of learning the spells.

Spell moved to System Spellbook: Ice Storm!

Spell moved to System Spellbook: Ice Spike!

After that was complete he continued on and in the next room, he saw something different:

Name: Inferno Hound
Class: Infernal Beast
Race: Fiend
Description: A ferocious, demonic hound, a creature of fire and shadow.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 25, Dex 20, Con 22, Int 8, Wis 6, Cha 8
Level: 20
Resistances: Fire(75%), Darkness(75%)
Health: 800
Mana: 100

Seeing 1 of them and 3 Imps in the room, he stepped back and decided to bring out his summon. Once that was ready, he began the attack, having the summon target the hound while Robert focused on the Imps seemed to be the best option and allowed him to end the fight without taking any damage. One of the things he noticed was the hound dropped an Inferno Pelt.

"Hal, should I be really keeping these or getting rid of them? I don't currently use them for crafting?" Robert asked Hal.

You don't, but others will, and these will make good trade items. There is also the fact that you might be able to make use of them in the future, and you have the room.

Robert had no answer to that, so he continued on. The next room was mostly a repeat but 2 hounds this time. His summon did well, but in the end, Robert let it go and planned to resummon it. It had taken too much damage, and he wasn't sure it would survive the next battle. Which turned out to be a good idea.

Looking into the next room, Robert noticed 5 Imps floating around and one larger Imp staying behind them. Using his Identify skill, he found out why:

Name: Imp Lord
Class: Fiend Lord
Race: Fiend
Description: A cunning and powerful imp, a master of fire and illusion.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 16, Dex 22, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 18
Level: 25
Resistances: Fire(auto), Illusion(50%)
Health: 1000
Mana: 800

Robert knew this would be a challenging battle, but he was ready. With a deep breath, he unleashed a torrent of icy energy, casting an Ice Storm spell that blanketed the battlefield in a blizzard. The Imps, caught off guard, were knocked out of the air slipped and slid on the icy ground, their movements slowed. The Imp Lord, however, was more resilient, shaking off the effects of the spell.

Robert summoned his Celestial Guardian, a radiant being of light and purity. The Guardian, a beacon of hope in the midst of chaos, charged towards the Imp Lord, its body glowing with celestial energy. The Imp Lord retaliated with a blast of hellfire, but the Guardians shifted away from the attack. Meanwhile, Robert focused his attention on the Imps. He cast a series of Ice Spike spells, each one a deadly icicle that pierced the creatures' fiery forms. The Imps shrieked in pain, their movements becoming more erratic.

As the battle raged, Robert's Celestial Guardian and the Imp Lord clashed, their blows echoing through the fiery realm. The Guardian's claws met the Imp Lord's trident in a clash of divine and demonic power. The Imp Lord, though powerful, was no match for the celestial being. With a final, decisive strike, the Guardian severed the Imp Lord's head, sending it crashing to the ground. The Imps, sensing their leader's demise, redoubled their attacks. However with the Guardian now free to aid Robert the fight ended shortly after. Exhausted but victorious, he stood triumphant, proud of what he was able to do

Looting the Imp Lord, gained him something unexpected but welcome:

Name: Scroll of Fire Storm
Tier: 5, Epic
Sphere(s): Fire, Air
Description: A storm of flame and wind erupts in a chosen location, engulfing an area in a tempest of fiery destruction. The storm's swirling winds carry the flames, spreading the inferno and making it difficult to escape. Those caught within the storm are engulfed in flames, taking significant fire damage. The storm rages for a short time, leaving behind a charred and smoking landscape.
Charges: 1

"Hal, I really need to get my spells to Tier 5, these spells are game changers," Robert said in shock.

Wait until you see Tier 6 or 7 spells, these are babies in comparison.

"Hal that is scary, how do we go up against spellcasters?" Robert asked in wonder.

For everything there is a counter. There are nations who keep high level mage killers on standby. That being said, the main counter to a powerful mage is another powerful mage. The only thing that can stop Tier 9 or 10 spells are other Tier 9 or 10 spells. If you continue to grow, someday in the future, you will be the counter to bad mages.

"Great so I've got goals, no need to worry about this scroll now, so I'll put it away and continue," Robert replied. Moving on, he ran into two more groups of Imp Lords and followed the same plan which took care of them. It was the next room that made him pause. This room contained two Imp Lords and Eight Fire Imps.

"I know this is a challenge floor, but that's just stupid," Robert said to himself. "Hal, can I summon two Guardians?"

Not yet, when you Tier up in those schools you will be able to create a second one, until then you cannot.

Robert glanced at his skill sheet. He had enough points to push Light to Tier 5, but not Conjuration. He hesitated. Tiering up Light would be useful soon, but Conjuration was further off. He decided to save his points. A plan began to form in his mind. He would use Earth magic to create a wall, splitting the enemy group in two. A Water wall would hold the second group back, allowing him to focus on the first. If he was quick enough, he could defeat the first group before the second broke free. A well-timed Binding spell might just seal the deal. Robert readied an Ice Storm. He knew he had to act fast.

As the storm crashed down, freezing the Imps momentarily, he began to weave his spells. Earth and Water rose from the ground, forming walls that divided the enemy. The Imp Lords roared in anger, but Robert was undeterred. He unleashed a barrage of spells, his Guardian fighting the Imp Lord for him. The battle raged, a whirlwind of magic and steel. With each passing moment, the tide of battle turned in Robert's favor. The Imps, once a formidable force, were now scattered and weakened. The final blow was delivered by Robert, who with a well timed Ice Spike killed the second Lord, ending the threat.

As the dust settled, Robert stood victorious, panting heavily. The daunting challenge had pushed him to his limits, but he had emerged triumphant. A surge of satisfaction coursed through him as he surveyed the fallen Imps. He had proven his worth. With a weary sigh, Robert began to loot the fallen creatures. He hoped for a rare scroll, a prize to commemorate his victory. Yet, as he sifted through the spoils, he found only the usual mundane items. Disappointment flickered in his eyes, but he quickly shook it off. The true reward, he realized, was the hard-won victory itself.

Level Up!

Continuing on, Robert came to what he assuming was the final challenge, which was backed up by what was in the room:

Name: Lesser Demon Lord
Class: Demon Lord
Race: Demon
Description: A cunning and powerful demon, a master of fire and illusion.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 28, Dex 24, Con 21, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 18
Level: 30
Resistances: Fire(60%), Illusion(40%), Darkness(40%)
Health: 3000
Mana: 700

Knowing the battle ahead would be arduous, Robert ensured he was fully healed and his mana pool was replenished. Recognizing the Demon wasn't fully immune to fire, he opted for a fiery strategy. Instead of the usual Ice Storm, he would begin with a powerful Fiery Tempest, followed by a chilling Ice Storm. This dual assault would weaken the creature, allowing his Guardian to hold it off while he unleashed a barrage of spells. Before diving into the fray, Robert allocated some of his 49 unused stat points. He added 5 to Strength for increased physical prowess, 3 to Constitution for enhanced durability, and 2 each to Intelligence and Wisdom to bolster his magical abilities. With this strategic investment, he felt more confident in his chances.

Summoning his Guardian, Robert initiated the Tempest spell. As the fiery maelstrom erupted, he followed up with the Ice Storm, catching the Demon in a devastating crossfire. The creature roared in agony, its form battered and weakened. His Guardian, seizing the opportunity, charged forward, engaging the Demon in a brutal melee. Though the Demon proved more resilient than anticipated, Robert persisted, relentlessly bombarding it with spells. As his Guardian fell, the Demon seemed poised for victory. However, Robert had one final trick up his sleeve. A well-aimed Ice Spike pierced the creature's heart, silencing its defiant roar and claiming a hard-fought victory.

Looting the Demon Lord rewarded Robert with a strange crystal. Looking at it left him in shock:

Name: Ascension Crystal

Tier: 6, Legendary Grade F

Description: When used has the following effects: Tier Advancement, Enhanced Abilities, and Spiritual Growth

Charges: 1

"Hal, what is this?" Robert asked, his voice barely a whisper.

That, Robert, is your future, the crystal will initiate your ascension from Tier G to Tier F. It grants three powerful effects: Tier Advancement, Enhanced Abilities, and Spiritual Growth. Tier Advancement is self-explanatory, elevating your race. Enhanced Abilities will boost your base stats and accelerate your skill learning. Spiritual Growth will refine your spirit, fortifying your mind and soul, and even doubling your lifespan. This is an incredible find, perhaps the greatest you could have hoped for.

"So I should use it now, right?" Robert asked, eager to embrace his destiny.

Not quite yet, the ascension process will require a few days of deep slumber. It's best to initiate it in the comfort of your home.

"Alright, let's finish this," Robert said, walking over to the treasure chest. With a touch, he concluded the dungeon run.

Dungeon run complete: Legendary chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Skillbook (Inscription)

Fifty gold coins

Two unlocked skill tokens

One Legendary Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

"Hal, what's Inscription?" Robert inquired.

A valuable skill, it allows you to create scrolls and other magical items. Learn it before you use the crystal.

Robert trusted Hal's judgment. With a final glance at his newfound treasures, he stepped through the portal.

Chapter 38

Back home, Robert shared his discovery with Sara, who immediately gathered the family. The kids were curious, but Elara's reaction was the most pronounced. "You're going to ascend? That's incredible! I've heard tales of those who've raised their racial Tier, legends of heroes!" Robert chuckled. "Hero, huh? More like a power-up, I guess. It should give me a boost in the long run." Elara shook her head. "You don't understand, Robert. No one I know has ever Tiered up. These are stories of kings, not ordinary people."

Robert pondered this. "So, should I even do it? Could it be dangerous?" Elara was quick to reassure him. "No, you must. This will elevate you, make you stronger than ever." The rest of the family echoed her sentiment.

"Well, Hal told me it'll take a few days. I better wrap up a few things first. John, how's the printing?" "The first volume set is done. Fifteen booklets for each Sphere, all Tier 1 as planned. I'm starting on the second volume, and it should be ready by the time you finish your upgrade." Robert nodded. "Alright, I've got a skill book and scroll. I'll shower and get ready to use the crystal."

With nothing else to discuss, they dispersed. Robert studied the skill book and added the scroll to his spellbook. After a quick shower, he asked Hal what to expect. "The process itself is simple. Once you activate the crystal, you'll appear to be in a deep sleep. When you wake up, it'll be over." Robert spent a few final moments with Sara before lying down and activating the crystal.

Ascension Crystal Activated!

Scanning Host!

Race: Human, Current Tier: G

Crystal Rank: F

Crystal Is Compatible!

Tier Ascension Beginning!

With that final message, everything went dark and Robert knew no more.

The first thing Robert noticed as the world returned was a blinking box demanding his attention, without really thinking about it, he selected it.

Ascension Complete!

Host's Racial Tier Upgraded to Rank F!

Scanning Host!

Racial Stats Adjusted, all Stats +10

Unlocking Random Locked Stat: Perception Unlocked and set to 10!

Host's Resistances adjusted +5!

+5 Skill Points Awarded!

+5 Levels!

+1 Legendary Perk Point Awarded!

Base Lifespan Doubled!

Title Earned!

Hidden Quest Complete!

Feat Earned!

Level Up!

Robert had to stop and reread the messages several times, before he called out to Sara, to let her know he was awake.

Pulling up his Title first he saw the following:

Name | Description | Effects | Viewable | Selected
Tier Breaker | A title bestowed upon the first individual to transcend the limitations of their racial Tier, elevating themselves to a higher being of existence. This groundbreaking achievement marks a new era, pushing the boundaries of power and potential. | +4 Levels to all Skills, +10% increase in all Exp earned. | Yes | No

Seeing the +4 Levels to all skills was crazy

Next, he pulled up the Feat:

Feat Name

Description
Award

Ascend to the Heavens
You have successfully ascended to the F-Tier, granting you a significant increase in power and potential.
+3 Unlocked Skill Points, +1 Rare and +1 Legendary Perk Points

The perk points were the winner there, and then he looked at the quest:

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Tier Up to F in your Race | Hidden | You have ascended from G to F. | +1 Level, +500 Gold, +2 Levels to all skills. | One-time quest from using an Ascension Crystal.

"Another +2 boost to all skill levels? Insane! He looked at his stats and saw all his magic skills firmly planted in Tier 5, and Level 7! That's wild." Just as I was reeling from this news, Sara walked in. "Hey, babe. How was it?" Robert grinned and, instead of answering, pointed to the screens. Sara's eyes widened as she scanned the messages. "Honey, three days well-spent! The kids are going to flip out."

A few minutes later, the door burst open, and four teenagers stormed in. John led the charge, "Dad, did it work? Spill!" Robert chuckled and, without a word, pulled up the system logs. Elara was the first to react, "Robert, the legends are true. You're a force to be reckoned with." Robert shook his head, "I'm not interested in titles. I just want to ensure our safety when we reach our destination. This was just a stepping stone. But hey, the power boost is pretty sweet. And if everything goes according to plan, I will live to see 800 years old. That means I'll be back on Earth when the System arrives."

The family sat in silence thinking about what Robert had just said, no one could picture living for 800 years and they knew that number would grow as he continued to level. They also started to really think about time, they knew that there was only a little over 3 months remaining until Robert and Elara had to leave and everyone started to feel sad. Robert sensing that things were starting to go in a bad direction, changed the subject, "John how did the first run go?" With a forced smile on his face, John replied, "They went well. The first booklet turned out better than I thought it would." John quickly ran out and returned with copies of the booklets, "Here take a look, I also looked into storage and I think if we wrap them in parchment paper and then vacuum seal them, they will last for a long time."

"So, it seems you have a plan," Robert said. "Are you ready to dive into the next series of booklets?" John nodded in agreement, and they headed to Robert's office to begin the planning process. After selecting the spells and outlining the content on the computer, John excused himself to initiate the printing process. Before Robert could decide on his next task, Sara entered the room. "The kids seem occupied, and I'm bored," she announced. "Got any plans to keep me busy?" John, with a playful smirk, stood up and took her hand. "Come on, I'll show you."

The following day Robert decided to complete his next run.

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Twenty-first Floor.

Heading to the shop he opened it up to complete his purchases.

Item Name | Item Tier | Item Rarity | Item cost | Item Description
Food Ration | 1 | common | 2 copper | A basic daily food ration.
Water Bottle | 1 | common | 2 copper | A small bottle of daily water.
Large Healing Potion | 1 | uncommon | 1 silver | A healing potion that when used will heal for 30 health.
Random Epic Scroll Pack | 5 | Epic | 1 token | This pack contains 5 random Tier 4 spell scrolls.
Tier 4 Armor Pack | 4 | Epic | 2 tokens | This pack contains an Epic grade set of Tier 4 scale armor and includes a Helm, Cuirass, Pauldrons, Gauntlets, Greaves, and Sabatons.
Skillbook (Armored Casting) | 4 | Epic | 1 Token | Grants the Armor Proficiency subskill Armored Casting, which allows the casting of spells while wearing light and medium armor with no penalty.
Tier 3 Master Spell Book | 3 | Legendary | 3 Tokens | This book contains all Tier 3 spells from the following spheres; fire, earth, water, air, time, creation, healing, light, and enchantment.

Ignoring the cost, Robert eagerly purchased the skill book, armor pack, and scroll pack. Tucking the skill book away, he couldn't resist diving into the armor first.

Name: Guardian's Scaled Armor of Protection
Tier: 4, Epic
Armor Type: Scaled, Medium Armor
Description: A formidable suit of armor, the Guardian's Scaled Armor of Protection offers exceptional defense and durability. Crafted from the scales of ancient guardian creatures, this armor is imbued with protective magic, making it a coveted prize for warriors and knights alike. The complete Set includes: Helm, Cuirass, Pauldrons, Gauntlets, Greaves, and Sabatons.
Enchantments: Enhanced Durability, Weight Reduction, Intimidating Presence, Divine Blessing.

"Wow, Hal," Robert breathed, "I'm speechless. This armor is incredible!"

I agree, a lucky draw indeed. This set should serve you well for years to come.

Setting the armor aside, Robert turned his attention to the scrolls.

Name: Scroll of Fiery Tempest
Tier: 4 Epic
Sphere(s): Fire, Destruction
Description: A powerful spell that summons a swirling tempest of fire, capable of incinerating large areas and harming multiple foes.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Tidal Wave
Tier: 4, Epic
Sphere(s): Water, Conjuration
Description: A destructive spell that conjures a massive tidal wave, capable of sweeping away entire villages.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Greater Healing Light
Tier: 4, Legendary
Sphere(s): Healing, Light
Description: A potent healing spell that can restore health and vitality to the wounded, this spell creates a bright light that covers an area with a radius of 20 meters.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Shadow Step
Tier: 4, Rare
Sphere(s): Darkness, Travel
Description: A stealthy spell that allows the caster to move silently through shadows, evading detection.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Illusionary Doppelganger
Tier: 4 Rare
Sphere(s): Illusion, Soul
Description: A spell that creates a perfect illusionary duplicate of the caster, allowing for misdirection and deception.

Charges: 1

"I want them all!" Robert exclaimed. "Even unlocking two new magic spheres seems worth it. Should I just unlock all of them at this point?"

That would be unprecedented, a being with mastery over all spheres of magic. A feat worthy of legends.

"Sounds like something worthy of a feat or title," Robert replied with a laugh.

I'm sorry, I cannot answer that.

"I know Hal, I didn't expect you to be able to, I was just thinking out loud," Robert replied.

Putting the scrolls away, he pulled out the skill book and began the process of learning the skill.

Armor Proficiency Subskill Armored Casting Learned!

Once the preparations were complete, he donned his new armor and stepped through the fiery portal. The dungeon was a fiery inferno, a volcanic cavern filled with molten rock and searing heat. His first encounter was with a formidable foe:

Name: Ignis Scalis
Class: Magma Brute
Race: Lizardfolk
Description: A hulking, fiery lizard, its scales hardened by the intense heat of the underworld.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 33, Dex 23, Con 28, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 8
Level: 34
Resistances: Fire (auto), Water (-50%)
Health: 2400
Mana: 400

With a confident grin, he unleashed a Tier 3 Water Bomb, a torrent of water that struck the brute with devastating force, dealing over 500 damage. A Water Wall slowed the creature's advance, allowing him to finish it off swiftly. The reward was modest: 3 gold coins and a piece of tough lizard hide. He continued through the labyrinthine tunnels, dispatching several more Magma Brutes. Then, a new threat emerged:

Name: Pyrus Serpens
Class: Ash Stalker
Race: Lizardfolk
Description: A sleek, venomous lizard, its movements as swift as a serpent.
Gender: Female
Stats: Str 18, Dex 33, Con 23, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 12
Level: 35
Resistances: Fire (auto), Water (-40%)
Health: 1800
Mana: 500

Confident in his strategy, he launched another Water Bomb. However, the Ash Stalker, with its incredible agility, dodged the attack and retaliated with a fiery projectile. It was clear that a new approach was needed. Robert, undeterred, countered with a barrage of ice spells, slowing the creature's movements and erecting Water Walls to impede its progress.

The walls, shimmering barriers of water, blocked the Stalker's path, forcing it to detour and slowing its deadly attacks. The battle raged on, a dance of fire and ice. Robert, with strategic use of cover and tactical retreats, managed to avoid the creature's deadly strikes. A well-timed Ice Storm spell slowed the Stalker, creating an opportunity for a decisive blow. With a powerful swing of his sword, Robert delivered a critical hit, severing the creature's head. Looting the Stalker earned Robert a potion that when he identified it gave him the following results:

Name: Fiery Fortitude Potion
Tier: 3
Rarity: Uncommon
Description: A crimson elixir, bubbling with intense heat. Consuming this potion grants temporary immunity to fire damage and increases fire resistance for a substantial duration.

"Hey Hal, so with my Alchemy skill could I make potions like this, and what happens if someone without the System uses the potion?"

You could, this is a Tier 3 potion so well within your ability, the only problem is ingredients, which Earth could only provide some of. You would be missing the Magma Flower, though you might find some here if you had the Herbalism skill.

"That sounds like a missed opportunity, let me take care of that right now," Robert said with a sigh.

Herbalism Skill Unlocked!

After unlocking the skill, Robert embarked on a quest to collect the elusive flowers. He successfully gathered several before encountering a series of challenges. He faced five groups of Stalkers, each encounter testing his combat prowess. As he delved deeper, the challenges intensified. He encountered mixed groups, a formidable combination of creatures that forced him to retreat strategically. Dodging attacks from lizards while avoiding deadly lava pools proved to be a perilous task. Despite the increased difficulty, Robert persevered, defeating ten mixed groups. This grueling ordeal rewarded him with a level-up and additional potions. Finally, he reached the final battle, ready to confront the ultimate challenge.

Name: Ignis Draco
Class: Flame Wyrm
Race: Dragonkin
Description: While related to dragons, if you ask them this fearsome creature is more related to lizards than dragons, however, its breath is capable of incinerating foes.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 35, Dex 30, Con 35, Int 22, Wis 18, Cha 20
Level: 40
Resistances: Fire (80%)
Health: 4000
Mana: 1600

"Hal, please tell me that isn't a real dragon," Robert asked, slowly backing away.

It wishes it was a dragon, more like a distant, fire-breathing cousin you’d rather forget. Still, it's dangerous. Be careful.

Recognizing the threat, Robert summoned two Guardians and drinking a Fire Potion. He launched an Ice Storm as a first strike. While not a true dragon, the creature's fiery breath proved deadly, claiming one Guardian in a single blast. Fortunately, the Wyrm needed time to recharge, allowing Robert to land the killing blow, albeit at the cost of his second Guardian. Looting the creature's remains, Robert found a modest treasure: 20 gold pieces and a powerful ring.

Name: Ring of Flame Warding
Tier: 4
Rarity: Rare
Description: A ring forged in the heart of a volcano, this crimson jewel pulses with fiery energy. When worn, it grants the wearer a powerful shield against fire damage, deflecting incoming flames and reducing their impact. Additionally, the ring enhances the wearer's resistance to fire, making them less susceptible to its destructive force.

"And I get the ring after beating the fire level, just as expected," Robert chuckled.

Dungeon run complete: Mythical chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Stat Orb (Endurance)

Trait Orb (Draconic Resistance, Fire)

75 gold coins

Two unlocked skill tokens

One Legendary Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Trait Name: Draconic Resistance, Fire
Active/Passive: Passive
Rarity: Legendary
Description: Grants a permanent resistance to fire of 35%.

"Wow, that Wyrm may not have been a dragon, but it had a horde," Robert remarked. "I'm guessing the Stat Orb unlocks Endurance?"

Correct, and while that fire resistance is impressive, a true dragon might have yielded a 50 or 60% bonus. Still, a valuable find.

With that, Robert stepped through the portal and returned home.

Chapter 39

The first thing Robert noticed was that he wasn't home. Instead, he found himself standing on a seemingly infinite expanse, a crystalline wall stretching to the horizon in every direction. Intrigued, he approached the wall, its surface shimmering with multicolored light. As he reached out to touch it, a surge of energy coursed through him, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying.

Feat Earned!

A notification appeared before him, a stark reminder of his reckless action:

Feat Name | Description | Award
The Defiant Touch | Granted posthumously to the user for an act of boldness or in this case an act of foolishness. You have touched the System, or a part of it, you might not want to do that again Robert. | Your soul is hardened and your understanding of time is increased, +2 Levels to Soul and Time magic.

I projected that you would touch me at 78.658958584565366356%, it seems I need to rework that subroutine. Please do not do that again, it took a lot of power to restore you.

"What does it mean that I earned the feat posthumously?" Robert asked, a tinge of fear in his voice.

You died, and not in a little way, the amount of power you absorbed not only destroyed your body but also reduced your soul to nothing. Restoring you required me to unwind entropy in a localized area, and you cannot comprehend the amount of power that took. I will not do it again.

"Why am I here, and where am I?" Robert asked, his confusion growing.

Normally, I meet with my forerunners during the process, though not like this. It's rare that the process involves a species advanced enough to understand me and warrant seeing me directly. In most cases, I appear as an elder version of their race.

"So, the fact that I understand you're essentially an AI means I get to see you as you are?" Robert inquired.

Well, part of me. This is one of my sector processing nodes. Anything larger, and the power needed to protect you wouldn't be worth it.

Robert glanced around at the endless crystalline wall. "How large are you and what are you made of?" he asked.

This node is about the size of an average galaxy. If you're talking about my primary processing cores, each is about the size of a universe. In fact, I take up several artificial universes. As for why you're here, that's simple: I wanted to meet you face to face. I wanted to answer a few questions you've had, and I felt you deserved to hear it directly.

As for what I am made of, interesting that would be one of your first questions, ever the engineer. I am made of several types of Exotic Matter. First, the fairness of it all. In the beginning, I used to pick my forerunner, but I found that no matter what I did, I was resented and the data I received was nearly worthless.

So, I changed the process, I stepped away from it. I decided to leave it to Fate, not your limited understanding of it, but true Fate. By doing that, I put true fairness into the process. Also before you ask, no I will not override Fate's decision, first of all, that's not a good idea, and second, if I did that it would remove fairness from the process.

"So, was it just chance that I was selected?" Robert asked.

It's a complex concept, one that's difficult to grasp without a cosmic perspective. Fate is a force, a guiding hand that shapes the universe. Your actions, and the actions of those around you, influence this force.

Imagine two people entering a room. One is ordinary, blending into the background. The other, flamboyant and attention-seeking, draws eyes and reactions. The latter, by actively engaging with the world, has a greater impact on Fate. Their actions ripple through time, influencing future events.

Similarly, your choices, no matter how small, have shaped your destiny. Your efforts, your kindness, your struggles—all these have contributed to your unique path. While they may not have guaranteed your selection, they certainly increased your chances.

"So, by being a good man, I increased my odds?" Robert asked.

Yes, though had you been a bad man, you probably would have had a larger impact.

"Okay, so I'll stop blaming you. Though blaming Fate seems foolish."

It is foolish and dangerous. Do not upset Fate.

"You talk about Fate as if it's a real being."

More of a force than a being, but it's real. Now, on to other matters.

"If this is going to be a while, can I get a chair?" Robert asked with a laugh.

Sure, thanks for that. You made me laugh. I wanted to explain the rules: I set no rules. Live your life as you want, experience and explore, or sit in a dusty tower. Either will provide the data I need. I just ask that you be honest and not act in a way you think I want you to, because I want you to be you.

"What of Elara? Why did you send me to her?" Robert asked.

Fate. Fate decided to bring you two together. When it was time for you to enter the dungeon, Fate presented an option, and I decided to see where it went.

"Why does it sound like even you are controlled by Fate?" Robert asked.

Not controlled, but guided by. Now, before I send you on your way, I want to thank you for talking to me like a person. I want to reward you for it.

"That really isn't needed," Robert replied.

I know, but I want to. Best of luck to you, Robert, and I look forward to seeing what you do in the future.

With that, a portal opened beside Robert, and he stepped through.

Hidden Quest Complete!

Robert found himself back in his familiar living room, the crystalline wall and the enigmatic being a distant memory. He pondered the implications of his encounter, the vastness of the universe, and the mysterious force of Fate.

Chapter 40

Robert pulled up the quest notification after stepping through the portal.

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Meet the System(U) | Hidden | You've met the System, or at least a part of it. You even managed to make it happy by treating it like a real person. | Knowledge Tome(The Systems Guide to Enchanting) | A unique version of this quest.

"Hal, what just happened?" Robert asked, still processing the bizarre encounter.

Exactly what you think, the System wanted to meet you before your time on Earth was up. You did well, except for the whole dying part, but you got over that.

"What's a Knowledge Tome?" Robert inquired, picking up the mysterious book.

Unlike a skill guide, which teaches you how to do something, a Knowledge Tome grants you the knowledge itself. This is a rare find. When you use it, you'll gain all the System's knowledge on enchanting up to your current Tier.

"So it'll make me a better enchanter?" Robert asked, hopeful.

You don't quite understand, this will give you all the knowledge related to Enchanting up to and including Tier 5. Every plan, blueprint, and understanding. It's like spending years training under every master in the multiverse. You'll become one of the greatest Enchanters, at least up to Tier 5. There'll always be grandmasters and beyond, but this will be a game-changer.

"I'm going to use this then," Robert said, awestruck.

Use it before you go to sleep tonight. That book will knock you out for sure.

Just then, Sara entered the room and greeted Robert. He spent a few minutes filling her in on everything that had happened. When he got to the part about the book, she laughed. "Only you could make a computer happy," she teased. The rest of the day was spent between bringing everyone else up to speed and Robert committing the Scrolls to his spellbook. That evening when he lay down he used the Knowledge Tome and everything went dark.

Knowledge Tome Consumed!
Enchanting Skill enhanced +1 Tier
System Level Knowledge Granted
Enchanting Skill Granted at Tier 5

After carefully considering the information, Robert realized he possessed a wealth of knowledge. He knew how to craft a variety of items, from protective rings to storage containers, and even more esoteric objects like an enchanted toe ring for a Varirian Fire Scout, designed to grant limited color vision. While he couldn't fathom the reason for such a specific enchantment, he did discover something that could aid John's project.

Robert summoned John to his office and outlined his plan. "A Tier 6 Enchanter can accomplish many things, including creating a vault. Rather than burden our future family with safeguarding these materials, we'll construct a vault to store them securely. It will be a protected space accessible only to direct family members." John contemplated this and asked, "How do we protect the vault itself?"

Robert explained, "That's the easy part. We'll bury it deep beneath the surface, far beyond the reach of any earthly threat. I possess the spells to tunnel miles underground, create a fortified chamber, and seal it off completely." John inquired, "How will we access it then?" Robert grinned, "That's the best part. We'll create rings for you, Richard, Stacey, my siblings, and future generations. These rings will bond with a single direct bloodline descendant and grant various abilities, including teleportation to a landing pad within the vault chamber.' John raised another concern, 'What happens when the rings lose power in a Mana-deprived future?"

Robert assured him, "I'll make them rechargeable and place a charging station within the vault, powered by Manastones. This should be sufficient for infrequent use, primarily to demonstrate the truth to future generations." John, intrigued by the idea, asked, "How do we protect against forced access to the vault?" Robert replied, "That would be unwise. I'll enchant the Teleportation room with powerful guardians and additional protections. However, the best safeguard remains secrecy. Ensure that whoever inherits the ring understands its significance."

John expressed his approval and asked about the location. Robert suggested his grandfather's camp in the Rockies, which he believed was now owned by his father. He planned to confirm ownership and determine its suitability for the vault. That night Robert called his father and talked about the plan, he was told that the land was indeed owned by his father and he was on board with using it to hide the family vault. He said he would visit a lawyer to find out how to ensure that the land could never be sold outside of the family and would include a trust to make sure all of the property taxes were paid.

With that taken care of Robert spent the next few days designing the plans for the vault, he sketched out the overall designs for the enchantments and made plans to travel out to the camp to see where to start working on the tunnel. His plan was to quickly tunnel down and create a rough chamber then add a teleport room before pulling out and sealing the tunnel behind him. Once he returned home he would be able to use that teleport beacon to return to the chamber to complete the build-out process in secret.

The following day he made the 22nd run through the dungeon which was an interesting one. After leaving the entry chamber he arrived at the shore of a lake. Not seeing anything else to do, he used his underwater breathing spell and entered the lake, there he battled against sharks and other underwater life.

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Quarterstaff(Tier 4 Epic)

25 gold coins

One unlocked skill token

One Epic Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

The staff wasn't anything special and with that final shop token, he now had enough tokens to purchase the Tier 3 master spellbook, which he planned to do during the next run. Returning home he found out John had completed the printout of the stage two training booklets and started a first pass at the final training booklet, which would contain a few Tier 2 spells. Robert spent the rest of the day working with him to design the new booklets before he retired to his office to finish the designs for the vault.

Robert talked with his family and they decided that he would travel to the camp after the next run, he would fly out there on Monday, spend Tuesday getting the chamber dug out, and fly home on Wednesday. Then he would spend the next two weeks completing the build and show everyone how the rings worked. Once that was all taken care of they would transfer all the current books as well as his old gear into the vault. Shortly after that he would approach the military about his healing abilities and begin the process of letting the government know what was going on.

A few days later Robert completed his 23rd dungeon dive. The first thing he did was buy the Tier 3 master Spellbook. He noticed nothing else new in the shop and asked Hal about it.

You've reached the point where the System will no longer provide you with more powerful items, now I expect to see new spellbooks for some of your newer spheres and some scroll packs, but I doubt you will be given any more master spellbooks. Your armor and weapons should last you until you hit level 75 or so, which will probably be after you leave Earth.

Venturing into the dungeon, Robert encountered a mine teeming with Kobolds. Ambushed by the mining creatures, he defended himself and, fortuitously, looted a Mining Skillbook from a fallen Kobold Foreman. Immediately activating the book, he unlocked the Mining skill.

General Skill Mining Unlocked!

Seeing that there was nothing around, he decided to see what kind of ore he could get from the mine and took one of the Iron picks he had collected from the miners and went to work. After an hour, he had collected 25 pieces of Iron Ore and 7 pieces of copper ore before his iron pick broke and he continued out. Taking out another 30 miners and 4 foremen, he did level up and he continued to spend some time mining, bringing his total up to 47 iron, 18 copper, and 2 silver pieces of ore. Near what he assumed was the end of the mine he did run into a group of 5 foremen which proved be a challenge, they were tough fighters and Robert spent half his time dodging the swings of their mine picks but in the end, stats won and he was the victor.

Reaching the end of the mine, Robert discovered a smelter and blacksmith shop, guarded by 5 Kobold Foremen and a powerful Dragonkin blacksmith named Sparky.

Name: Sparky
Class: Blacksmith
Race: Dragonkin
Description: A diminutive dragonkin with a fiery temper. Despite his small stature, Sparky wields a hammer forged in the heart of a volcano, capable of shaping metal with incredible precision. His mastery of fire magic allows him to infuse his creations with elemental power, making them both deadly and beautiful.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 45, Dex 25, Con 40, Int 25, Wis 20, Cha 15
Level: 50
Resistances: Fire (90%), Heat(75%), Poison(50%)
Health: 5000
Mana: 2000

Recognizing the threat, Robert initiated the battle with an Ice Storm, which not only damaged the enemies but also caused the smelter to explode, dealing significant damage to Sparky. In a swift and decisive battle, Robert emerged victorious, claiming the blacksmith's Steel hammer and a substantial amount of gold. As the battle concluded, the bodies vanished, and a treasure chest appeared.

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Skill Book (Blacksmithing)

35 gold coins

One unlocked skill token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Returning home through the portal, Robert concluded his day. The following day, he activated the Blacksmithing skill book, though he lacked the immediate means to practice the craft. He hoped that acquiring the skill would broaden his options for a second profession. Continuing his educational endeavors, Robert imparted the final math lessons to his children. From that point forward, their training would be tailored to their individual futures. John, excited about his upcoming training, eagerly anticipated his first skill in spacecraft design.

A few days later, Robert traveled to his father's camp in Wyoming. Upon arrival, he identified a suitable location to begin his project. Over the course of seven hours and consuming 70,000 Mana, he dug a tunnel three miles deep into the mountain. At the end of the tunnel, he carved out a 2,500 square foot chamber and illuminated it with enchanted stones. Next, he focused on enchanting a small side room to serve as the teleport waypoint for the vault chamber. After two hours of intricate work, he created a simple teleport stone, allowing for three round-trip teleports to the entry chamber. With the enchantment complete, Robert sealed the tunnel system and returned to the surface. He then departed the camp and flew back home.

Upon returning home, Robert established a temporary return waypoint on a copper sheet, intending to replace it with a more permanent solution once the rings were complete. The following day, he teleported into the underground chamber, where he found the air stale. To rectify this, he quickly implemented a rune-based air circulation system. Next, he refined the chamber's shape, smoothing the walls and carving out a space for the vault. The vault itself, a compact System Storage Device, was enchanted to absorb Mana from the surrounding environment, initially relying on 15 Manastones for power.

To illuminate the chamber, Robert created glowing stone orbs powered by individual Manastones. He also installed a rune-based air recycling system, powered by four Manastones. To ensure the vault's security, Robert enchanted two plates on opposite walls, each capable of summoning two level 50 Guardian Constructs. Looking over the details of the enchantment, he knew these would stand up to anything that could possibly attack the vault:

Name: Vault Guardian
Class: Guardian
Race: Construct
Description: A potent enchantment that summons two formidable guardian constructs to protect the enchanted location. These guardians will tirelessly defend the area from intruders, using force and cunning to eliminate threats.
Gender: N/A
Stats: Str 50, Dex 40, Con 60, Int 25, Wis 30, Cha 10
Level: 50
Resistances: Fire(50%)
Health: 6000
Mana: 2500

The enchantment added the following abilities to the guardians

Unrelenting Defense: The guardian possesses an unwavering defense, mitigating damage and enduring relentless attacks.
Guardian Strike: A powerful melee attack that can stun enemies.
Regeneration: The guardian slowly regenerates health over time.
Detect Intrusion: The guardian can sense intruders within a certain radius, alerting the owner of the vault.

Knowing that would protect the vault, he added Two Manastones to each of the plates, which would provide the power needed to summon the guardians 4 times each. In the entry chamber, Robert expanded the space to accommodate the summoning of additional guardians. Four plates were installed, each capable of summoning a level 30 guardian ten times. Finally, Robert constructed a charging station within the main chamber, powered by ten Manastones. This station would be used to recharge the rings he planned to create. With the vault secure and the necessary infrastructure in place, Robert left the chamber, satisfied with his work. He considered future expansions, such as additional rooms, but decided to focus on other priorities for the time being.

With his work here complete, Robert returned home.

Chapter 41

After returning home, Robert spent the next two days immersed in the intricate task of designing and crafting a formidable master ring. He couldn't shake the fleeting thought of its Lord of the Rings-esque nature, but the ring's purpose was far from sinister. The primary challenge was its small size. Despite his Enchanting skill and the aid of the Sphere, inscribing the complex runes onto the ring was a painstaking process.

The master ring was a crucial component of Robert's long-term plan to secure control of the vault. While he trusted his current family members, he recognized the uncertainties of the future. The ring itself was a luxurious piece, featuring a dazzling 2-carat diamond surrounded by eight smaller stones. Its appearance might have been somewhat gaudy, but its potential was extraordinary. The master ring boasted an impressive array of abilities:

Teleport and Return: Instantly teleport to a designated location and return to the original spot (one charge per use).

Air Barrier: Create a powerful, Tier 5 air barrier for protection (one charge per use).

Ring Locator: Locate paired rings within a 3,000-mile radius (one charge per use).

Ring Disabler: Disable the functions of paired rings (one charge per use).

Ring Enabler: Re-enable the functions of paired rings (one charge per use).

Passive Recall: Automatically returns to the bonded user if separated by more than 100 feet.

Adaptive Size: Resizes to fit the wearer comfortably.

Rechargeable: The ring's forty charges can be replenished.

Charges: 40/40

The ring turned out well. For the normal rings, he purchased simple silver and gold rings, with a single small 1/2-carat diamond in the middle. To these, he added only a few abilities:

Teleport and Return: Instant teleportation and return (one charge per use).

Air Barrier: Create a protective Tier 2 air barrier (one charge per use).

Bonding: Bonds to the first user and can be transferred to another.

Rechargeable: The ring's fifteen charges can be replenished.

Charges: 15/15

Sphere of Enchantment has increased to Tier 6

Title Earned!

Hidden Quest Complete!

Name

Description
Effects
Viewable
Selected

First Master
You are the first being in your Universe to reach the rank of Master in a skill
Exp in skill growth increased 5%
Yes
No

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Reach Master in a Skill(U) | Hidden | Reach Tier 6 in a skill | +3 Levels in that Skill, +2500 EXP | (Converts to Common quest after first complete)

With these rings, Robert aimed to empower his family while ensuring the security and continuity of his legacy. After that, the next series of booklets were complete and Robert took the entire family to the vault to see what he had done and to put the booklets and other materials into the vault. They were impressed and agreed that the family's future was secure. Returning home Robert decided to talk to Hal about his skills. "Hal, we talked before about the remaining magic spheres, do you still think I should unlock them?

You've got the points and to be honest, you are only ten short of having them all. I cannot see a reason not to, and it would increase your options.

Looking at the skill list, he figured why not, and before he could change his mind he spent the points.

Sphere of Warding Unlocked

Sphere of Enhancement Unlocked

Sphere of Travel Unlocked!

Sphere of Soul Unlocked!

Sphere of Elemental Darkness Unlocked!

Sphere of Summoning Unlocked!

Sphere of Invocation Unlocked!

Sphere of Divination Unlocked!

Sphere of Necromancy Unlocked!

Sphere of Transmutation Unlocked!

Sphere of Conjuration Unlocked!

Sphere of Abjuration Unlocked!

Title Earned!

Feat Earned!

Pulling up the Title, Robert was excited beyond belief:

Name
Description
Effects
Viewable
Selected

The Magus
A title bestowed upon those who have mastered every facet of magic, The Magus is a being of immense power and knowledge. Such an individual commands the elements, warps reality, and bends time to their will. They are the pinnacle of magical achievement, a living legend whose name evokes both awe and fear. The Magus is not merely a practitioner of magic; they are its embodiment, a conduit for the arcane forces that shape the universe.
When this title is earned, all Magic Spheres are set to match the level of the highest Magical Skill.
Yes
No

This made him a true master of magic, increasing his Tier in all Spheres of Magic to Master. The feat as well, would help him in the future:

Feat Name | Description | Award
The Grand Arcanum | Gain the Magus title | Mana Recovery rate increased by 20%

For the rest of the day, Robert spent it looking over the Tier 3 Master book, adding several new spells to his spellbook, the following day, he entered the dungeon again.

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Twenty-Fourth Floor.

There in the System store, he found a Tier 1 book for each of his new magic Spheres, while only having the standard 25 random spells, it ensured he would have some way to use his new powers. Setting him back 1200 gold was harsh but worth it. This dungeon run had something new, Orcs, these warriors were powerful and he had to make sure of his Guardians to make it through unharmed. But he was able to complete it in several hours.

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Skillbook(Skinning)

50 gold coins

Two unlocked skill token

One Epic Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

The thought of practicing Skinning, a newly acquired subskill of his Hunting proficiency, would have to be postponed; his recent, intensely successful dungeon run had propelled him to a remarkable level 40. A staggering 87 unallocated stat points weighed heavily on his mind, a virtual treasure trove demanding careful investment. "Hal," Robert said, turning his thoughts outward to his AI companion, "what's your strategic assessment? Where should I allocate these points for maximum benefit?"

Perception is paramount, Robert, even the initial unlocking of that stat provided a significant enhancement to your observational capabilities, and further investment will yield exponential returns. I recommend a minimum allocation of 20 points. Additionally, allocate 10 points to Charisma, and increase Constitution to an even 70.

Robert considered Hal's advice, recognizing the inherent logic. He trusted the AI's calculations implicitly. He swiftly implemented the suggested changes, watching as the numbers on his status screen shifted, reflecting his growing power. Even after these substantial allocations, a hefty 61 points remained. "What about Perk points, Hal?" he inquired. "Any recommendations on that front?"

The available Perk selection is vast, numbering in the tens of thousands, to narrow your search, identify areas where you perceive a deficiency or a need for enhanced capability. Begin your exploration there.

Robert, following Hal's guidance, delved into the seemingly endless list of Perks. His attention was immediately captured by Regeneration. "Hal, clarify the distinction between the Rare and Legendary versions of the Regeneration Perk," he requested.

The Rare variant of Regeneration facilitates the accelerated healing of most wounds, achieving full recovery within approximately five hours, the Legendary version, however, possesses the additional capability of regenerating lost limbs and organs. It is, quite literally, a life-saving attribute.

Without a moment's hesitation, Robert selected the Legendary version. The prospect of such complete recovery was too valuable to pass up.

He continued his exploration, discovering two Rare Perks that piqued his interest: Arcane Sight and Soul Sight. The former promised the ability to perceive magical auras, revealing hidden items and traps, while the latter offered the power to see through illusions and discern the true intentions of others, a potent social and defensive tool. Finally, he chose Cosmic Awareness from the Legendary list, a Perk that hinted at precognitive abilities and heightened intuition, a subtle but powerful edge in a dangerous world.

With his Perk selections finalized, Robert decided to dedicate the remaining time before his next major dungeon run – his 25th, a milestone run – to simply enjoying the company of his family, savoring the precious moments of peace and normalcy.

Chapter 42

Robert was eating breakfast when Elara came in with a concerned look on her face," Robert I received a quest from the System today" Robert who was about to take a bite, put the fork down and asked her if she would show him the quest.

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Following your Teacher | Unique | Today when your teacher enters the dungeon, travel with him. Make sure you pack an overnight bag, or two. | +1 Level, 25 Silver, +500 exp to the skill of your choice. | This quest is optional

"Hal, I cannot take her into the dungeon, she's level 2, and I'm not sure I can protect her."

The System would not include her if this wasn't something she could do. There is something going on, I'm just not sure what it is.

Robert, his brow furrowed with worry, turned to Elara. "The choice is yours, but understand the dangers that lie ahead." Elara, after careful consideration, nodded her acceptance of the perilous quest. The next few hours were a flurry of preparation. The request for an overnight bag had piqued Robert's curiosity.

Consulting with Sara, she confirmed his suspicions: this was no ordinary mission. The implication of an extended absence was clear. With a heavy heart, Robert retrieved his camping gear, carefully selecting two tents and sleeping bags to stow in his inventory. While rations were essential, he also packed a few familiar comforts from home. He then equipped Elara with his trusted leather armor and quarterstaff, relics from a past adventure. Together, they stepped through the portal, embarking on their uncertain journey.

Welcome, adventurers. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Twenty-Fifth Floor. This is a Greater Challenge Floor.

System Override Detected!

Portal Exit Updated!

"Well that's different, I'm guessing we are not completing the expected dungeon run. Let's take a look at the System Shop and see if there is anything special in it." Robert told Elara.

Item Name | Item Tier | Item Rarity | Item cost | Item Description
Food Ration | 1 | common | 2 copper | A basic daily food ration.
Water Bottle | 1 | common | 2 copper | A small bottle of daily water.
Greater Healing Potion | 1 | uncommon | 25 silver | A healing potion that when used will heal for 250 health.
Greater Mana Potion | 1 | uncommon | 50 silver | A Blue potion that when used will restore 150 mana.
Tier 5 Random Scroll Pack | 5 | Epic | 1 token | This pack contains 5 random Tier 5 spells
Tier 2 Random Spell Book | 2 | Epic | 1 Token | This book contains 25 random spells from the following spheres, summoning, soul, Darkness, Conjuration, Abjuration, Transmutation, Necromancy, Divination, Travel, and the Mind.
Map of the Kingdom of Astraelumina *2 | 1 | Common | Free | This map is enchanted to add the Kingdom of Astraelumina to your System map.

"Well, I think we can take that as a sign, then of where we will be going," Robert told Elara as they looked at the shop inventory. Looking at the options, he had the two epic tokens so he purchased the book and the scroll pack. They also picked up the two maps and used them to expand their personal System map. Opening the scroll pack, he found them interesting:

Name: Scroll of Blazing Tempest
Tier: 5 Epic
Sphere(s): Fire, Air
Description: This spell combines the destructive power of fire with the force of a Thunderstorm, creating a devastating storm of flame and wind.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Shadow's Embrace
Tier: 5, Epic
Sphere(s): Necromancy, Darkness
Description: Summons shadowy tendrils to drain the life force of a target, weakening and potentially killing them.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Shield of Faith
Tier: 5, Epic
Sphere(s): Light, Abjuration
Description: A defensive spell that creates a powerful barrier around the caster, protecting them from physical and magical attacks.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Nature's Bounty
Tier: 4, Rare
Sphere(s): Nature, Creation
Description: A spell that accelerates plant growth, healing damaged ecosystems, and providing sustenance to those in need.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Nature's Ally
Tier: 4, Rare
Sphere(s): Nature, Creation, Conjuration
Description: A spell that summons a creature from the natural world, such as a dryad or a forest spirit, to aid the caster.
Charges: 1

Looking over the scrolls, Robert knew he needed them all, so they took the time for him to add the spells to his System Spellbook before they continued. Once everything was ready they stepped through the portal and arrived at the edge of a forest in the middle of a road. Looking along the path, they noticed a city up ahead.

Quest Added!

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Reach the city of Lunaris | Chain | Arrive at the City of Lunaris in the Kingdom of Astraelumina | 250 exp | Start of a chain quest.

Elara let Robert know she had also received the quest, she also completed the quest to follow her teacher and had now reached level 4. Assuming that the city ahead of them was in fact, Lunaris they began to walk toward it. As they began the trek, Robert asked Elara if she had an idea of what they should expect when they arrived. She let him know she had never been to a city before but her understanding was they would probably be questioned by the guard before they were allowed to enter and would probably have to pay an entrance tax, at least that was how things were done in the kingdom she was from.

As they drew near to the city they could see there was a line of people waiting to enter so they joined the end of the line and waited. As they moved close to the gate, they could hear that Elara was correct, the guards were asking people who they were and why they were entering the city, they also were asked to provide identification which might be a problem because neither of them had ID.

Once their turn came up, they approached the pair of guards who began by asking them their names and reason for visit, Robert answered honestly, "Our names are Robert and Elara and we are here due to a System Quest." With those words the guards began to pay more attention, "Sir would you be willing to show us the quest?"

Robert could see no reason not so he displayed the quest screen to the guards. "Not much of a quest, though it appears to be a chain quest, well you have arrived at Lunaris, so it should complete now."

Quest Complete!

Part 2 of Chain Quest Has Been Added!

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Explore the City of Lunaris | Chain | Explore the City of Lunaris in the Kingdom of Astraelumina | 250 exp | Part two of a chain quest.

"A simple quest, huh?" The guards chuckled, eyeing the updated quest. "Well, well. Usually, chain quests are a pain. Looks like you’ve lucked out. Just show us your Kingdom ID, and off you go." Robert shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Actually, we’re a bit lost. My student and I were supposed to be in a dungeon, but the System seems to have misplaced us. I’m not even sure we’re on the same planet anymore.” The senior guard’s eyes widened. “You’re telling me the System plopped you here from a dungeon? A chain quest, no less?”

Robert shrugged. “Seems a bit odd, but I’m sure it’ll pick up steam soon enough.” The guard nodded, a serious expression crossing his face. “Alright, let’s get you sorted. Follow me.” He led them through the gate and into a guardhouse. In a small side room, they were asked to wait. “I’ll let Captain Stormheart know,” the guard said, disappearing into the main hall.

Robert, the decision is yours but this is the second largest city in the Kingdom and they might have someone with a Tier 6 identify, I would recommend you use 3 of your unlocked skill points and raise your status protection skill to Tier 7.

Not wasting any time, Robert did that.

Chapter 43

They didn't wait long before a figure strode into the room. This was Captain Stormheart, a woman of striking presence. Despite her youthful appearance, her bearing spoke volumes of a seasoned warrior. Clad in gleaming, enchanted armor, she exuded an aura of power and authority. A playful smirk curved her lips as she regarded Robert, "You could've just used Identity on me, you know," she teased. Robert chuckled. "Well, I wasn't exactly 'checking you out', just sizing you up, but sure."

Name: Kaelan Stormheart | Class1: Guardian Knight(E) | Health: 1240 | Affiliates: Guard(Lunaris), Royal Family
Race: Human, Tier G |  | Mana: 1257 | Title: Guardian of the Wall, See List
Gender: Female | Profession1: Knight Commander(R) | Stamina: 840 | Feats: See List
Level: 80 |  |  | Traits: See List
Strength: 71 | Intelligence: 30 | Endurance: 12 | Perks: See List
Dexterity: 50 | Wisdom: 28 | Speed: 10 | Inventory: See List
Constitution: 62 | Charisma: 33 | Resistances: All 12 | Skills: See List

Robert reviewed the results and replied, "A level 80 Guardian Knight, Epic. So, you're Captain Stormheart, I presume? It's a pleasure to meet you."

Captain Stormheart, surprised, responded, "An Identify skill of Tier 6 or higher, I see. And judging by the limited information revealed—just Robert Williams—your protection skills must surpass my own. Your young companion, however, is an open book. So, tell me, Mr. Williams, what's the story behind traveling with a level 4 girl? She's clearly not your daughter, or she'd be much stronger."

Robert chuckled, "She's not my daughter, but she is my student. You can call me Robert."

Kaelan paused, then replied, "Your student, huh? Well, Robert, call me Kaelan. By her skillset, she's leaning towards a powerful mage build. So, why bring her here?"

Robert shrugged, "I didn't plan it. I was supposed to be soloing a dungeon, but the System issued her a quest to join me, and well, she decided to come."

Kaelan raised an eyebrow. "She decided? Most teachers don't let their students make such decisions."

"Then they're bad teachers," Robert retorted.

Kaelan chuckled. "Fair enough. But that still doesn't explain why you're here. The nearest dungeons are level 70 and above, far too dangerous for her."

Robert nodded. "I agree. We were in a dungeon when the System changed the exit portal, forcing us here."

Kaelan considered this. "The System's quests are undeniable. But this chain quest is unusual. They often bring trouble to the location."

Robert hesitated. "This is my first chain quest. I'm not sure what to expect."

"Normally, I'd turn you away," Kaelan admitted. "But you intrigue me. I'll allow you to stay, but expect to be watched."

"I'd expect you to keep an eye on strangers," Robert replied. "Perhaps one of your guards could act as a guide?"

Kaelan chuckled. "Don't push your luck. You'll find a guide soon enough. Good luck, Robert. I'll see you around."

As Kaelan left, she approached a cloaked figure. "What did you see?" The figure replied, "Much like you. His protection is at least Tier 7. I couldn't penetrate it." Kaelan narrowed her eyes. "No one has that level of protection unless they're trouble or powerful. Which is he?" The figure pondered. "Both, I think."

Shortly after, Robert and Elara were released from the guardhouse. As they stepped into the bustling city, the towering walls and bustling streets were a stark contrast to the quiet countryside. The air was filled with the clamor of merchants, the clinking of coins, and the general hubbub of city life. Following the flow of the crowd, they headed towards the shopping district. Suddenly, Robert halted, his grip tightening on a young boy's wrist. The boy, no older than twelve, had been attempting to pickpocket Elara. Caught red-handed, the boy's eyes widened in fear.

A nearby guard noticed the commotion. "Good eye, milord," the guard remarked. "I didn't even spot him. You must have a keen perception. Want me to take care of him?"

"Please, sir, I'm sorry!" the boy pleaded. "I didn't mean to steal anything. I was just going to look."

Robert chuckled. "We both know that's not true. However, rather than handing you over to the guard, perhaps you could be of service to us."

The boy's eyes lit up with hope. "What service, sir?"

"We're new to the city," Robert explained. "A local guide could help us find the best magic and inscription shops."

"I know those places, milord," the boy offered eagerly. "But I can't go inside. They don't let street urchins like me in."

"Fair enough," Robert replied. "Just lead us there."

Ash waited for a moment before asking, "No disrespect milord, but what do I get out of this?"

Robert laughed, "Boy I think keeping you away from the guard would be reward enough, but I understand your need to earn something, so how about a silver upfront and a silver when we are done, and I'll buy lunch and dinner?"

At the mention of silver Ash's eyes got large and he was quick to reply, "Yes milord that would be more than fair."

After thanking the guard for his time Robert handed Ash a silver coin and asked him to take them to the best inscription shop in town. Taking off Ash guided them through the crowd into a more well-to-do section of the city where they approached a small well-kept building with a sign on the front designed to look like a scroll with a pen over it. below the sign was the name *The Scrivener's Sanctum* as Robert went to enter the shop he noticed Ash standing off to the side and asked the boy to join him.

"Sir shops like this do not like people like me," Ash said with a conflicted sound to his voice.

"They don't like street rats?" asked Robert.

"No sir, they do not like poor people," Ash answered.

"Ah, well the good news is that you are currently in my employ, so if they want my coin they will ignore your presence," Robert replied.

Entering the shop Robert took note of Its dimly lit interior, filled with the soft glow of enchanted lamps, exuded an air of ancient wisdom. Shelves lined the walls, groaning under the weight of ancient scrolls, quills, and mysterious inks. A large, ornate desk sat at the back of the shop, where a wizened old man hunched over a book, his quill scratching across the parchment. As Robert and Ash entered, a small bell above the door tinkled, alerting the old man to their presence. He looked up, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Welcome to the Scrivener's Sanctum," he greeted them with a warm smile. "What brings you to my humble shop?"

Robert explained his need for inscription supplies. The old man nodded, his eyes lighting up with interest. He led them through the shop, pointing out various items: shimmering inks, enchanted quills, and a variety of strange and wondrous tools.

"While I will not ask for exact details, can you give me a Tier range, I have supplies for up to Tier 6," The old shopkeeper asked.

Robert was careful to reply but answered with, "Let's say Tier 4 to 5."

With a nod, the shopkeeper started to point things out. "This quill, for instance," the old man said, picking up a feather quill with intricate silver inlays, "is enchanted to ensure perfect handwriting and clarity of thought." He then showed them a small, unassuming vial. "This ink, a concoction of ancient herbs and starlight, can imbue your words with a subtle magic, enhancing their impact."

"What kind of documents are you looking to create?" the shopkeeper inquired, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Robert pondered for a moment, then replied, "Spell scrolls, for now."

"Ah, spell scrolls," the old man mused. "A lofty goal indeed. But you've come to the right place." He paused, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Such magic requires rare and potent ingredients. Let's see what we have..."

The old man turned and began rummaging through a drawer filled with strange, glowing objects. "This parchment," he said, holding up a sheet of paper, "is treated with a special enchantment to prevent your scrolls from disintegrating. And this quill, made from a Phoenix feather, is the finest tool for inscribing spells."

Robert listened intently, his interest piqued. "What about the ink?" he asked.

"Ah, the ink," the old man replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. "The soul of the scroll. This special blend, a secret recipe passed down through generations, is infused with the essence of ancient magic."

"How much would all that cost?" Robert asked, curious about the price.

The old man paused, considering his answer. "A hefty price, I'm afraid. But the power of your scrolls will be worth it."

"So, what's a 'hefty price'?" Robert pressed.

"Well," the old man began, "the parchment is one gold per scroll, the ink is fifteen gold per bottle, and the quill is ten gold. For thirty scrolls, three bottles of ink, and two quills, that would be ninety-five gold. But as a first-time customer, I'll give you a small discount so we will say ninety gold."

Robert smiled, satisfied with the price. After paying and storing his purchases, he thanked the old man and left the shop, eager to begin his magical endeavors.

Chapter 44

The trio emerged from the weathered Inscription shop, bathed in the midday sun's golden glow. A gentle hunger gnawed at their bellies as the tantalizing aroma of sizzling meats and freshly baked bread wafted through the bustling street. A jovial street vendor, his apron a riot of colors, had set up shop nearby, his cart overflowing with mouthwatering delicacies. The vendor greeted them with a warm smile, his voice as inviting as the food he sold. He extolled the virtues of his day's specials, a symphony of flavors that danced on the tip of their tongues. Robert, ever the hearty eater, opted for a meat pie, its golden crust promising a savory surprise within. Elara, with a more delicate palate, chose a pastry filled with sweet berries, a perfect balance of tart and sweet. Ash, after making sure Robert was paying, selected a savory kebab, its marinated meat sizzling to perfection.

As they savored their meal, the trio engaged in lively conversation. Ash, unable to resist his curiosity, leaned in and asked, "Milord, you spent ninety gold like it was nothing. You must be a noble, aren't you?" Robert shrugged. "Nah, I'm just a guy. An adventurer, I guess you could say. Just trying to make my way in the world." Ash's brow furrowed, "But where do you get all that gold?" Robert chuckled. "Well, adventurers do more than just slay monsters and delve into dungeons. We also trade, craft, and sometimes, we get lucky. Besides, a good craftsman can make a decent living, especially if they know where to sell their wares." He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Of course, dungeon delving is always a reliable source of income, but it's a dangerous game. You've got to be prepared, both physically and mentally."

As soon as they finished their lunch, Robert turned to Ash. "I need to find a shop that sells magic scrolls and books," he said. Ash considered this. "Well, there's The Bound Book, but they only deal with licensed mages. I doubt they'll do business with you. It's in the noble's district, so we might have some trouble getting in."

Without further hesitation, Ash began to walk, and Robert and Elara followed. Twenty minutes later, they reached a grand gate blocking the road. Two guards emerged, their expressions stern. "State your business, or begone," one of them demanded.

Robert stepped forward. "We're headed to The Bound Book. We're looking to make a purchase." The guard eyed them with disdain. "Your master should've sent better-looking people," he sneered. A small crowd had gathered, their curious eyes fixed on the scene. Two particularly well-dressed individuals snickered and pointed at the trio. The other guard, growing impatient, slammed his spear into the ground. "This area is for your betters. Move on, or we'll move you."

Robert, unfazed, simply smiled. "I think I'll have a seat at that café while my assistant, Ash, runs over to the guard headquarters. Perhaps he can ask Captain Stormheart for a moment of her time."

Ash, ever the showman, saluted with a grin. "As you command, milord."

The first guard, his confidence wavering, interjected. "How do you know Captain Stormheart?" Robert chuckled. "You mean Kaelan? We're quite familiar." Before Ash could leave, a man emerged from around the corner. He approached the guards, his demeanor authoritative. "I believe there's been a misunderstanding. These men will be retrained on proper conduct."

The guards stiffened, their arrogance melting away. "Lieutenant Walsh, sir. What are you doing here?"

"Helping you keep your jobs, though that's still up for debate," the Lieutenant replied. He pointed at Robert. "Look at that man. That scale armor, likely Tier 5, and he wears it like a second skin. That's the mark of a skilled warrior. And he's asking to visit a shop catering to high-level mages, suggesting he's a mage himself, capable of wearing heavy, high-tier armor. What does all that tell you?"

The first guard's face paled. "Sir, it means he's someone we probably don't want to cross."

Lieutenant Walsh nodded. "Wise choice. Return to your post." Turning back to Robert, he offered a wry smile. "Please, excuse the interruption. Enjoy your shopping trip." With that, the guards stepped aside, allowing the trio to pass.

As they continued, Ash leaned in. "Did you know that Lieutenant was there?" Robert smiled. "Oh, he's been following us since the guardhouse." Ash's eyes widened. "How? I didn't see anything."

Robert paused, a thoughtful look on his face. "Perception. It's a stat that helps you see things others might miss. Mine's pretty high."

Ash's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I thought only nobles and high-level adventurers unlocked stats!"

Robert chuckled. "Being a noble or an adventurer isn't a requirement. Hard work is. If you put in the effort, anyone can unlock stats."

Ash's jaw dropped. "You mean, you've unlocked more than one?" Robert simply smiled and continued walking.

As they approached The Bound Book, a guard stepped forward. "Mage license, please," he demanded. Robert sighed. "I'm not from this kingdom, and I don't have a license. But I'm sure the owners wouldn't mind a little extra business." The guard remained firm. "No license, no entry. Please move along." Robert shook his head, a playful glint in his eye. "Well, in that case, I guess the owners here already know every spell in every sphere. I'll just take my business elsewhere, to a shop that's actually interested in expanding its knowledge."

Turning to Ash, he asked, "Can you think of another shop in town that wouldn't mind working with a Tier 6 Inscriptionist?" Before Ash could answer, an older man, draped in ornate robes, materialized before them. "Wait, young man. My guard can be a bit... rigid. The Bound Book is always open to those of your skill level. Please, come in." Turning toward the door the man nodded to the guard who opened the door, turning back he waved them in.

Entering the shop Robert looked around. The interior of The Bound Book was a sight to behold. The air was thick with the scent of ancient parchment and potent magic, a heady elixir for any spellcaster. Towering bookshelves lined the walls, their shelves groaning under the weight of countless tomes. Each book was a treasure trove of arcane knowledge, its cover adorned with intricate symbols and sigils. The shop was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, cast by floating orbs of luminescent energy. The light danced across the polished wooden floor, illuminating the countless arcane artifacts scattered about. There were crystal spheres, each humming with a different type of magical energy, strange devices with glowing dials and levers, and even a few ancient scrolls, their fragile parchment whispering secrets of forgotten ages.

Behind a long, ornate counter sat a wizened old man, his eyes twinkling with arcane wisdom. His fingers, gnarled and stained with ink, delicately turned the pages of a thick, leather-bound book. The man was a master of his craft, a guardian of ancient knowledge. He had spent countless hours poring over these books, deciphering their secrets, and unlocking their power. The shop was a place of quiet contemplation, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge and power. The only sounds were the soft rustle of turning pages and the occasional whisper of wind through a nearby window. It was a place where time seemed to slow down, where the worries of the outside world faded away, and where the mind could wander freely through the vast expanse of magical possibilities.

Robert quickly noticed that the man behind the counter was in fact the man who he had just met outside, with a smile Robert decided magic was wonderful. Looking around at the volume of books Robert began, "So it's possible you do have every spell known to the System." The old man laughed and said, "Not even close." Looking around, "This looks like a lot of knowledge but it's not. A lot of these are nearly worthless pieces, take this one for example," He held out his hand and a large book flew from one of the shelves and into his hands, "This book is from the Sphere of Fire, and you would think it's full of knowledge, but it's not. This entire book only includes one spell in it. The Tier one spell for ignite"

Robert approached a bookshelf, his eyes scanning the titles. A particularly intriguing tome caught his attention, its cover adorned with intricate symbols. He pulled it from the shelf and began to flip through the pages. "Who wrote this?" Robert asked the old man, his voice laced with disappointment. "Most of this seems to be a glorified essay on the superiority of fire magic. It's practically worthless."

The old man, Eldrin, chuckled. "There are 968 books in this shop, and only 2,491 spells. Quite a limited selection, isn't it?"

Robert was taken aback. "That's it? I have more spells than that, and I'm just one person."

Eldrin nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Magic is a tightly controlled resource, guarded by noble houses and arcane schools. It's taken me nearly three centuries to amass this collection, and even then, it's far from complete."

Robert smiled. "Well, while I can't give you every spell in the system, I can provide copies of numerous spellbooks. Where do you see the biggest gap in your collection?"

Eldrin pondered. "Lesser spells, primarily. New mages and those seeking to become mages often rely on noble houses or magic schools, both of which come with significant costs."

Robert nodded. "I can inscribe a hundred or so Tier 1 spells from all spheres, and perhaps some Tier 2 spells, depending on the time."

Eldrin's eyes widened. "You have copies of that many spells? I only know about thirty Tier 1 and twenty-five Tier 2. If you can provide those, I'll let you copy any spell from my collection that you don't have."

Robert was puzzled. "Why such a generous offer? A few Tier 1 and 2 spells hardly match your entire library." Eldrin sighed. "It's not about the spells themselves. It's about spreading knowledge. If you were to share these spells with others, those outside the control of noble houses and schools, that would be a great service. A service I can't do openly."

Robert understood the implication. Eldrin wanted to democratize magic, to make it accessible to all, not just the privileged few. "Do you happen to have any spare blank books lying around?"

Eldrin chuckled. "As a matter of fact, I do. My workshop is a bit cluttered. And speaking of clutter, the Leaky Cup Tavern has a convenient trash bin. If you have a moment, could you dispose of these?" He handed Robert a box containing six blank books. "Thank you for helping me clear the clutter."

Chapter 45

Robert and the others bid farewell to Eldrin at The Bound Book, and then asked Ash to guide them to a suitable inn. Ash, knowing the perfect place, led them back to the merchant's district and the inviting inn, The Flowered Pot. Pleased by the inn's cleanliness and maintenance, Robert approached the counter to inquire about rooms. The innkeeper informed him that rooms cost 10 silver per night, including dinner, a drink, and breakfast. When asked about his own accommodations, Ash assured Robert, "Do not worry, milord. I'll find a place. Will you need me tomorrow?"

Robert, without responding, turned back to the innkeeper and booked three rooms for the night, handing over 30 silver. "All three rooms are on the second floor, left side, and are adjacent. Dinner starts in an hour and lasts for three," the innkeeper explained. Thanking the innkeeper, Robert led the group upstairs, distributing room keys. "Relax in your rooms. I'm going to start working on the spellbook," he instructed the two children.

Entering his room, Robert retrieved the blank books and his tier 1 master spellbook. Deciding on a 20/60/20 split for combat, utility, and healing spells, he began transferring combat spells to one of the blank books. After an hour, with 30 combat spells completed, a knock interrupted his work. It was Elara and Ash, ready for dinner.

Following dinner, Robert returned to his room and spent the night completing the books. By morning, he had filled all four books with nearly 300 spells, mostly tier 1 and 2, with 25 tier 3 spells for future growth. He noticed that the "Explore the City" quest had been completed, but the third part remained inactive, likely awaiting a trigger. Early that morning, while the children were still asleep, Robert went downstairs to inquire about the tavern's location. The innkeeper provided directions, and Robert quickly headed there to dispose of the books.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the esteemed Captain Stormheart," Robert greeted the woman, taking a seat across from her. "Quite the surprise to see you here." The Captain chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. "Please, tell me that wasn't a pickup line. Because it was a terrible one." Robert smirked. "My wife would certainly agree. But seriously, what brings you to this humble inn? Not for the world-class cuisine, I presume." He gestured towards the waitress and ordered the same meal as the Captain. "So, what's the real reason behind your visit, Kaelan?"

"How long do you plan to stay in the city?" she asked Robert. Robert paused, considering his answer. "I don't know for sure," he replied, a hint of unease in his voice. "Perhaps another day or so. Is there a problem?" A silence fell over the table as the server arrived with Robert's breakfast.

Once she left, Kaelan spoke up. "There wasn't a problem until someone mentioned my name at the gate to the noble district. It seems to be a question now regarding our relationship, and now I'm fielding questions about you and your business here." Robert shifted uncomfortably. "I apologize for the misunderstanding. I wanted to avoid unnecessary questioning from your guards, so I...implied a closer relationship than we actually have. Perhaps I was a bit hasty."

"I'm not worried about the guards, they've been reassigned and will not have a happy few months, the issue is that there were two men there who heard. One of them was the son of an Earl and he told his father about what happened, his father went to Duke Marcisiant who happens to be my uncle, he of course sent for me to find out who this strange man was who seemed to be on a first name basis with me," Kaelan told Robert. "Ouch, ya I figured you were high up, seeing how your status page showed some relation to the Royal Family, but related to a Duke, congrats.

That being said, I am sorry for causing you issues," Robert replied sadly, "That being said, the System normally sends me back home as soon as I complete whatever task I was given, which shouldn't take much longer, just need it to tell me what that is."

Kaelan paused, then asked, "So, where are you on your quest?" Robert pulled out his quest sheet. "I finished the second step, but the third hasn't appeared yet." Just as he finished, a distant bell began to toll. Captain Stormheart abruptly stood up. "I must go. Enjoy your breakfast," she said, rushing out the door. Robert noticed the concerned looks of the other patrons.

He called over the innkeeper and asked what the bell signified. The innkeeper replied, "That's the alarm for an impending attack." Before he could fully process the news, Elara and Ash burst into the inn. Spotting Robert, they hurried over to his table. Ash's face was etched with worry. "I've never heard that bell before," he said. Robert, still a bit bewildered, prompted, "Explain."

Ash explained quickly, "Everyone in the city knows about the bells. That one's near the north gate. Three long, two short rings mean an attack's imminent." Before Robert could delve deeper, he received the expected notification:

The next Part of the Quest Chain has been Added!

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Defend the City | Quest Chain | Lunaris is under attack. Head to the north gate and provide aid. | 2500 exp, increased reputation with the City of Lunaris | This is the third part of a quest chain.

Elara confirmed she'd received her quest as well, but hers was different: she was to stay with Robert and learn. Turning to Ash, Robert said, "We need to head to the gate. I'm releasing you from your service. Find a safe place to stay." Robert handed him three silver coins and urged them to finish their breakfast quickly. With a luck wish, Ash took off. Robert and Elara quickly donned their armor and bid the innkeeper farewell before heading towards the north gate.

As they approached the North Gate, they noticed heightened activity. Guards were bustling about, and Robert spotted what looked like soldiers mixed in with them. They made their way towards Lieutenant Walsh, who was directing a group of guards. "Good morning, Lieutenant," Robert greeted him. "Seems like a busy morning for you all." Walsh glanced over. "Ah, Milord Williams, good morning. Yes, it's quite hectic. Is there something specific you need assistance with?" Robert smiled. "Actually, I'm here to offer my assistance. The System has tasked me with helping defend the North Wall. Where might I be most useful?"

Walsh paused, then asked, "You're saying your quest requires you to help defend the city?" Robert, a bit puzzled, replied, "Yes. I got the quest update after the alarm sounded." Walsh considered this. "Normally, we don't need help from adventurers. But the System granting you this quest is...beyond my authority. Let's go find someone who can handle this." With that, Walsh turned and headed towards the nearby guardhouse. Robert and Elara followed closely behind. They ascended a set of stairs leading to the upper wall. At the top, Walsh spotted Captain Stormheart and a group of others. He approached the Captain and whispered something in her ear, then quickly turned and headed back downstairs.

Captain Stormheart sighed and gestured for Robert to approach. "Mr. Williams," she began, "please explain why you're here." Robert, a bit unsure, replied, "Well, I received a quest. The System gives you quests it expects you to complete."

The others in the group seemed to perk up at the mention of a quest. "Mr. Williams," Stormheart asked, "can you provide the details of this quest?" Robert opened his quest window and shared the details with her. She shook her head. "Well, that's not much to go on. It simply tasks you with aiding the city in defending the North Gate."

One of the men, the oldest of them stepped near and asked, "Captain, who is this man and why is he here, this is not the place nor the time for civilians to be on the wall." Stoneheart standing at attention replied, "Duke Nariantian may I introduce Robert Williams, it seems he was sent to our fair city on order from the Great System and has been issued a quest to help defend the gate."

The Duke, eyeing Robert with disinterest, asked, "Why would we want help from this man and the child he brought?" Robert, a bit irritated, replied, "She's my student. And while I usually complete quests, I have no problem failing this one if I'm not wanted. Besides, I need to see Eldrin at the Bound Book. Good luck with the defense." He nodded to the Duke and turned to leave. "Wait," Stormheart called out. "I know you're new to the Kingdom. You wouldn't have a license, would you? What business do you have at that shop?"

Robert turned back, smirking. "Oh, we're just discussing magic. Seems he hasn't had many opportunities to talk to someone with several Tier 6 Spheres. Elara, let's leave the professionals to their work." Robert and Elara hadn't taken three steps before a voice boomed, "Halt! I did not give you leave to leave my presence," the Duke declared. "What is a Grand Master Mage doing passing through our Kingdom?"

Robert paused, considering his response. "I was taking my student through her first dungeon run when the System decided to interrupt and provide a more suitable learning opportunity." The Duke raised an eyebrow. "Why would the System take such an interest in you? I've never heard of it paying that much attention to anyone." "That's a question I can't answer," Robert replied. "Can't or won't?" the Duke pressed. "Sir," Robert said carefully, "please forgive my ignorance. On my world, while some countries have nobility, it's mostly in title. I'm not quite sure how to address you without causing offense. Some things, the System keeps to itself."

"Are you willing to aid in the defense of our city?" the Duke asked. "That depends on what's attacking," Robert replied honestly. "I know little of your political landscape. I won't start killing people without knowing it's the right thing to do." The Duke smiled. "That makes you a better man than most I deal with. This is a dungeon overflow. We'll be facing monsters." Robert, confused, asked, "How did this happen, and what kind of monsters are we dealing with?"

Captain Stormheart stepped in to explain. "We believe someone tried to destroy the dungeon's core but stopped before finishing. It's a common tactic to weaken a place before a larger attack. As for the monsters, it's bad. The dungeon was level 75 to 100, and thousands of creatures are on the loose. They've already destroyed several villages on their way here." "How long until they arrive?" Robert asked. "Within minutes," The Captain answered. Robert nodded and asked, "So where do you want me?"

Chapter 46

Robert quickly looked over at a group of guards who called out and pointed toward the woods, looking in the direction he saw the first group of monsters exiting the tree. They were Goblins, and the numbers kept increasing, within seconds there were hundreds of the little green killing machines grouping together and preparing to charge the wall. Turning to Stoneheart she saw his look and replied, "Save your Mana, these are not worth it." Robert had a confused look on his face which caused Captain Stoneheart to continue, "Goblins are easy and these are only in the 50s. It's good experience for the guard, and we would rather save your Mana to break up the more power charges."

Robert looked at the group of Goblins which looked to now be nearly 500 to 600 strong and shrugged, "Up to you, but I could wipe them all out in moments and wouldn't even notice the Mana expenditure." The Duke hearing this asked, "How much Mana does a mid-tier spell cost?" Robert looking over his spellbook replied, "Depends on the spell, but I was thinking about a Firestorm, it's a Fire and Air spell, Tier 5, can cover up to a 3 square-mile area, and requires 1188 Mana." The Duke with a slightly shocked look asked, "How much damage would that do?" Robert looking over the numbers replied, "About 127 health," With that the Duke seemed relieved until Robert added, "Per second, the storm will last for about 48 seconds. So assuming those Goblins do not have any resistance, about 6000 points of health damage." With those final words Robert noticed the area around him had gotten quiet, "I know it's not a lot when going against high-level targets, but I'm thinking it'd be perfect against goblins."

"Robert, that would kill nearly everyone on the wall, how many times could you cast that if you need to?" Captain Stormheart said quietly. Robert thought it over and answered, "Maybe 40 or so times." Duke Nariantian upon hearing that looked closer at Robert, "Well I cannot identify you so I'm guessing your level is in the hundreds, I will not ask what your second class is but if you want to take care of our problem here, I'll not stop you."

Robert looking a little guilty that they viewed him as being way more powerful than he was kept quiet and just watched the goblins awaiting their charge. At some unseen signal, the goblins with a massive roar launched their charge, In response, Robert, a renowned wizard, stood tall. His eyes, filled with a calm determination, focused on the advancing horde. With a swift gesture of his hand, he began to weave a complex spell, his voice echoing with ancient incantations. The air crackled with magic as the power surged through him.

The moment the goblins launched their charge, Robert unleashed the Firestorm spell. A colossal, swirling vortex of flame erupted from the ground, directly in the path of the advancing horde. The goblins, caught off guard by the sudden and intense heat, were engulfed by the inferno.

The ensuing chaos was terrifying. The air crackled with searing heat, and the screams of the goblins were drowned out by the roaring flames. The once fearsome horde was quickly reduced to ash, their bodies consumed by the relentless fire.

Some goblins, caught on the fringes of the inferno, writhed in agony, their flesh melting and bones cracking under the intense heat. The defenders watched in awe as the Firestorm raged, a testament to Robert's incredible power. Within a mere 15 seconds, the Firestorm had claimed the lives of all 800 goblins.

The spell continued to burn for another 23 seconds, leaving behind a blackened and desolate landscape. The charred remains of the goblins, scattered across the ground, were a stark reminder of the devastating power of the Firestorm. As the flames finally died down, a silence fell over the battlefield. The defenders, stunned by the sheer power and swiftness of the attack, stared in disbelief at the aftermath. The once-threatening horde was now nothing more than a grim memory, a testament to the destructive force of magic.

Level Up!

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Robert was surprised by the level-ups, but then as he thought about it he did just kill nearly 800 level-50 goblins. The aftermath of the Firestorm was a stark contrast to the chaos that had preceded it. A heavy silence hung over the wall as the defenders processed what they had just witnessed. The once-threatening goblin horde had been utterly obliterated, their charred remains a testament to the sheer power of Robert's spell. The Duke, still recovering from the shock of witnessing such raw power, approached Robert.

"You have proven yourself to be a formidable asset," he said, his voice filled with respect. "I am curious, what is your true level?" Robert, hesitant to reveal his full capabilities, replied, "It's...complicated. Let's just say I've had some unique experiences." The Duke nodded, understanding the implication. "Regardless, your contribution has been invaluable."

Moving closer to Captain Stormheart, Robert began, "Kaelan, any word on the next wave?" Kaelan, still gazing at the ravaged landscape, replied slowly, "Orcs. A large group, maybe 300 to 400 strong. Our scouts estimate they're about half an hour out."

Robert nodded, considering the situation. "What do you think they'll make of this?" he asked, gesturing towards the decimated field. "Nothing," Kaelan replied, a touch of weariness in her voice. "They're mindless creatures, driven by the dungeon's will."

Robert turned to Elara, a young sorceress with a spark of raw power in her eyes. "When the next wave arrives, use this scroll," he said, handing her a powerful artifact. "It should grant you significant experience, perhaps even a more powerful class. If nothing else you should earn a Feat" Elara's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure? It's incredibly powerful." Robert smiled. "I made it last night. I can always make another."

Kaelan, ever the cautious one, interjected, "What kind of spell is it?" "A Tier 5 Lightning Storm," Robert replied. Kaelan's eyes widened. "A Tier 5 spell? To a level 5 novice?" Robert chuckled. "She'll be more than level 5 soon enough. This should accelerate her growth." Kaelan just shook her head and replied, "Just be careful, growing too fast can be hard on a person, she needs time to learn her strength." "Oh I agree, that scroll is a weaker version of the spell, she'll get 6 or 7 levels out of it, but that's all, the feat is more important."

Robert sat down to rest, while they waited for the Orcs to arrive. After about 20 minutes the first of them exited the woods and started to gather together. It took about another 40 minutes for the entire horde to arrive but when it did, Robert guessed there were nearly 400 of them gathered. Robert called Elara over and pointed, "Once they charge let them get going and then use the scroll, remember focus on where you want the spell to land, Try to aim right at the front of the line."

Elara nodded and watched the Orcs, only about another minute went by before they started their charge. With a deep breath, she unfurled the Scroll of Lightning Storm. The air crackled with energy as the spell took effect. A furious storm erupted overhead, the sky darkening as thunderclouds rolled in. Lightning bolts, thick and jagged, arced down from the heavens, striking the orc horde. For thirty seconds, the storm raged. The orcs, caught in the lightning's wrath, were struck down in droves. Their screams mingled with the thunder, a cacophony of fear and pain.

When the storm finally subsided, the once-mighty orc horde was significantly diminished, with over forty of their number reduced to charred husks and the rest hurt. While the spell had harmed the horde and slowed it down it did not stop them, Robert placed his hand on Elara's shoulder, "Well done, now let me finish up," With that Robert cast his own version of the Lightning Storm spell, to anyone watching they could tell the difference. The spell Robert cast lasted longer and the bolts were more numerous and powerful.

When the air cleared the horde was no more. Robert looking over at Elara asked, "So how did you do?" With a smile, she answered, "I'm at level 10 and I earned two feats," Elara pulled up her stat page and showed Robert:

Feat Name | Description | Award
Giant Killer | (Killed a mob 10 levels higher before unlocking a class) | Damage to higher level mobs +10% Stacked
Giant Killer II | (Killed a mob 50 levels higher before unlocking a class) | Damage to higher level mobs +20% Stacked

"Nice, I have the first one of those, will have to work on the second," Robert answered with a smile, "We'll deal with your class selection later when we are not on the wall." Looking at his notifications Robert saw he had earned 4 more levels from that attack. At about the same time, Robert received a quest complete notice.

Third Stage of the Chain Quest Complete!

Final Stage of Chain Unlocked!

Name | Type | Description | Award | Notes
Return Home | Quest Chain | You have blunted the majority of the attack on the city, return home and leave the rest to them. | 1000 Exp | This is the Fourth and Final part of a quest chain.

"Well, that was unexpected," Robert mused, gazing at the newly activated quest. Kaelan's brow furrowed in confusion. "So, what was the real purpose of our mission here?" Duke Nariantian, deep in thought, offered an explanation. "I believe it was to grant Elara a unique opportunity to participate in this battle. I can't predict her exact class, but I'm certain it will be either Epic or, perhaps, even Legendary." Robert paused, considering the implications. "You're probably right. But why would the System go to such lengths to set her up like this?"

The Duke chuckled. "I've learned not to question the System's motives. It's a futile endeavor. Thank you for your assistance. You've eliminated the majority of the attacking monsters, leaving the rest to us. Safe travels, Mr. Williams." As the portal materialized, Robert pulled out another scroll and handed it to Captain Stormheart. "If things worsen, use this. It's the same Firestorm I employed against the goblins. Come, Elara, let's return home." With that, Robert and Elara stepped through the portal.

Quest Complete!

Chapter 47

"It's the middle of the night," Robert muttered, startled. "Hal, what happened to time? How long were we gone?"

ime flowed differently there, you were gone for fourteen hours here, thirty-one in Lunaris.

Robert blinked at the alarm clock, the red numbers mocking him: 3:42 AM. "Seriously?" he groaned, raking a hand through his already-disheveled hair. Time dilation was a cruel mistress. He felt like he'd barely closed his eyes. He glanced over at Elara, who looked about as lively as a wilted flower. "Hey, you look exhausted. Go get some rest. Unpack, or just crash, whatever. We'll deal with all this class selection stuff in the morning. After a lot of caffeine. Sound good?"

Elara gave him a small, grateful smile. "Sounds good. More than good, actually. I'll see you later." Robert, ever cautious – old habits were hard to break – secured the door locks before heading for his own room. He dumped his gear unceremoniously; organization could wait. A shower was all he wanted right now, just to rinse off the feeling of being somewhere...else. But, as the water began to run, the bathroom door opened, and Sara stepped in, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Welcome back," she murmured, her voice a soft invitation. "Need any help...getting comfortable?"

...Hours later, with the sun well risen and warming the world, Robert found Elara on the back porch, gazing out at the landscape. He settled into a chair beside her, keeping a comfortable distance. "So," he began casually, "what's got you so deep in thought? Planning your next adventure already?"

She chuckled softly. "Not quite. Just thinking. It's strange, isn't it? A whole different world, but some things are the same. My mother always used to say, 'a copper for your thoughts,' not a penny." Robert's smile softened, understanding flooding him. "You miss them. I'm so sorry, Elara. I wish I could have been there faster." Elara turned to him, her eyes suddenly bright and firm. "Don't you dare, Robert. It was the gremlins. Vile little things. You saved who you could, and you gave me a home, a future I never thought possible. You don't give yourself nearly enough credit." He smiled, a little embarrassed now. "Okay, okay, I hear you. And you're pretty amazing yourself. Just, maybe, try not to curse quite so much around me, alright?" He paused, then shifted gears. "Anyway! Big day. Level 10. Ready to choose your destiny?"

She shifted a little, her earlier confidence wavering. "I'm excited, I am, but also...nervous. What if I haven't done well enough? What if I'm only offered, like... apprentice stablehand?" Robert barked out a laugh. "Not a chance. Never going to happen. Come on, let's do this. Get it started." Elara took a deep breath and activated the Class Selection. The moments stretched, filled only by the quiet hum of the device. "Spirits," she breathed, her voice hushed. "There are...so many choices." "Sort them," Robert advised, leaning closer. "Rarity. Highest to lowest. Let's see what the fates have in store." She adjusted the settings, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then, her eyes went wide. "There are...two they call 'Legendary'...and one 'Epic'." Robert grinned, feeling a surge of anticipation. "Excellent! Show me what we're working with."

Class Name

Class Rarity
Class Description

Greater Healer of Life and Light
Legendary
A Greater Healer of Life and Light is a master of the healing arts, drawing upon the power of the universe to mend the wounded and restore life. They possess a deep understanding of the Spheres of Healing, Light, and Air, allowing them to manipulate these forces to incredible effect. With a touch, they can heal the sick, alleviate suffering, and even resurrect the dead. Their power extends beyond physical healing, as they can also soothe troubled minds and uplift spirits. A Greater Healer's compassion and empathy know no bounds, making them a beacon of hope in times of darkness. They are often sought after by those in need, as their healing abilities are unmatched. +2 Wis/Int, +1 Cha/Con, +3 Free points per level.

Omnipotent Arcanist
Legendary
An Omnipotent Arcanist is a master of the arcane arts, skilled in the manipulation of the fundamental forces of the universe. Drawing upon the Spheres of Travel, Illusion, Healing, Air, and Light, they can bend the very fabric of reality to their will. Omnipotent Arcanists are rare and powerful beings, capable of shaping the world around them. They are often sought after for their wisdom, power, and ability to solve seemingly impossible problems. Allows +1 Spell Spheres. +3 Int, +2 Wis, +1 Cha, +3 Free points per level.

Ethereal Illusionist
Epic
An Ethereal Illusionist is a master of the subtle arts, skilled in the manipulation of perception and reality. Drawing upon the Spheres of Travel, Illusion, and Air, they can bend the very fabric of existence to their will. Through the mastery of these Spheres, they can teleport across vast distances, create intricate illusions that deceive the senses, and control the flow of air and wind to devastating effect. Ethereal Illusionists are often enigmatic figures, capable of appearing and disappearing at will. They are masters of disguise, able to assume any form or identity. Their ability to manipulate the minds of others allows them to sow discord and confusion among their enemies, while their mastery of the air allows them to control the battlefield with devastating force. +1 Int/Wis/Cha/Con and +3 Free points per level.

Robert studied the class options, his fingers drumming a thoughtful rhythm against the table's surface. "These are incredible, Elara. Truly top-tier stuff." He looked up, his gaze meeting hers directly. "So... any initial thoughts? Which way are you leaning?" Elara hesitated, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her eyes flicking back and forth between the glowing descriptions. "I... I'm not sure. It feels like the obvious choice is a Legendary one, doesn't it? I mean, they're called Legendary for a reason."

Robert smiled, a gentle, understanding expression on his face, and shook his head slightly. "Not necessarily. This is about your journey, Elara. It's a one-time choice. Legendary classes have incredible power, no doubt, but that power might not be the right fit for you. Think about what you truly enjoy, what you excel at. I've watched you. You have a natural gift for healing, a real hunger for arcane knowledge... and, perhaps surprisingly, a definite talent for strategy, even if it avoids direct conflict."

Elara tilted her head, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. "Strategy? You mean... like, actual combat?" Robert chuckled softly. "Not necessarily direct combat. Consider the Ethereal Illusionist. It's about control, misdirection, keeping your opponents off balance. You wouldn't be on the front lines swinging a sword, but you'd be shaping the flow of battle, influencing events from the shadows. A different kind of power, but power nonetheless."

Elara frowned slightly, a thoughtful crease appearing between her brows. "I... I'd rather not be involved in battles, if I can avoid it." Robert nodded, understanding. "Then that makes the choice clearer, doesn't it? Healing is a noble calling, but I see that spark in you, Elara. That thirst for knowledge, the desire to unravel the secrets of magic itself. The Omnipotent Arcanist, it is the path for scholars and thinkers, is calling to you." A long moment of silence followed, Elara's gaze locked on the screen, her expression unreadable. Then, a slow smile spread across her face, replaced by a look of firm resolve. "I know what I want," she declared, her voice ringing with newfound certainty. She reached out and selected her class, a wide, triumphant grin breaking out. "There! Look!"

Class The Omnipotent Arcanist Selected!

Ability Celestial Symphony Unlocked!

Ability Name
Ability Type
Ability Tier
Ability Description

Celestial Symphony
Active
Legendary

The Omnipotent Arcanist can weave a symphony of magic, combining the power of the five Spheres to create a devastating effect. By channeling their energy and focus, they can unleash a powerful blast of energy, a blinding flash of light, a whirlwind of air, a haunting illusion, or a wave of healing energy. The specific effect depends on the Arcanist's intent and the current situation.

This ability requires careful planning and precise execution, as it can be draining to use. However, when used correctly, it can turn the tide of battle and bring victory to the Arcanist and their allies.

Robert's gaze lingered on the description of Celestial Symphony, a slow nod of his head the only outward sign of his assessment. "That, Elara," he said, his voice low and serious, "is an ability of extraordinary power. Master it, and you could change the course of any battle." Elara practically vibrated with excitement, a wide grin splitting her face. "I know! And, guess what? Four more levels, just like that!" Robert's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Fourteen? Remarkable progress. Which means," he added, his tone shifting to one of gentle guidance, "you have another Sphere choice to make. Don't rush that, Elara. It's a decision that will profoundly shape your magical destiny." Elara nodded, her initial exuberance calming into a focused determination, a silent acknowledgment passing between them before she turned and headed off to find the others, leaving Robert to contemplate the immense potential now unfolding before him.

Chapter 48

Entering the home, they found Sara preparing a late breakfast. Upon seeing them, she inquired, "So, is it settled?" Elara, beaming with excitement, confirmed, "Yes! I found the perfect class." Sara smiled warmly and replied, "I'm so happy for you, dear. Are you hungry?" Elara nodded, taking a seat at the table. "I am, thank you." As they ate, the other children joined them, and Elara eagerly shared her news. Robert, content in the company of his family, including Elara whom he considered one of their own, simply enjoyed the moment.

After a leisurely breakfast, Robert retreated to his office to plan the coming days. He was eager to delve deeper into the art of scroll-making, but his limited supplies necessitated a strategic approach. He envisioned crafting scrolls that would be both practical for his family and worthy of presentation to the government. As his thoughts turned to the government, he pondered the most effective way to engage with them. Visiting a military hospital still seemed like the best course of action, but the specifics of how to best execute this plan remained unclear.

Robert lost in thought, picked up a quill and began to sketch intricate patterns on a blank spell scroll. His hand moved with practiced ease, the delicate lines and precise angles a testament to his mastery of the arcane. Each stroke was deliberate, each curve intentional, as he channeled his magical energy into the parchment. Hours slipped by as he crafted ten identical scrolls, each imbued with a Tier 4 protection spell designed to shield the bearer from almost any threat. The air crackled with magical energy as he completed each scroll, a tangible manifestation of his skill. Satisfied with his work, Robert stored the scrolls in his family's vault.

Turning his attention to his family, he gathered his children and asked, "What would you like to learn today?" John, ever the curious one, requested the General Power Production Design skill. Richard, the budding warrior, opted for martial arts, while Stacey, surprisingly, expressed interest in cooking. Robert, a skilled teacher, imparted the knowledge, tailoring his instruction to each child's unique learning style.

After the lesson, John, his mind buzzing with newfound knowledge, exclaimed, "Dad, I think I could build a basic nuclear reactor right now if I had the parts!" Robert chuckled, "Maybe, but let's hold off on that for now. In two weeks, I'll teach you about anti-matter. That's where things get really interesting." The father and son chatted for a few more minutes, sharing ideas and discussing the limitless possibilities of knowledge. Then, John took his leave to share his excitement with friends.

A short time later Robert call his Sister Emily, "So, about Walter Reed," Robert begins, a thoughtful tone in his voice. "I've been pondering a more direct approach. I could use my abilities to slip into the hospital undetected, heal the wounded soldiers, and then reveal myself. It would be a bold move, but it could also be quite impactful."

Emily considered the proposal. "It's a risky plan, Robert. A heavily guarded military hospital won't be easy to infiltrate. You'll need to be incredibly cautious and precise. Perhaps using a combination of illusion and stealth spells could help you bypass security. You could create a minor distraction, like a small illusion, to divert attention from yourself or employ an invisibility spell to move unseen." "Exactly," Robert agreed. "Once inside, I can use my healing magic to treat the wounded soldiers. The potential rewards of such an action are significant, but the risks must be carefully weighed."

Pulling up an online map of the hospital, Robert noticed a lack of detailed information regarding patient locations. "It might take some time to pinpoint the most critical areas once I'm inside," he mused. "But I believe my invisibility spell, lasting approximately 45 minutes, can provide the necessary cover. I'll find a secluded spot to use tracking spells to locate the most severely injured patients. Then, employing stealth and additional spells, I'll navigate to their locations and begin the healing process."

Robert and Emily spent the next twenty minutes refining their plan. Robert would enter the hospital under the cloak of invisibility, seeking a concealed location near the hospital's center. Once there, he would utilize tracking spells to identify a large group of injured patients and make his way towards them. To draw attention to his presence, he would target a sleeping patient, causing their monitor to alarm. As medical staff rushed to investigate, he would reveal himself, casting a highly visible healing spell on the nearest patients. Then, slipping back into invisibility, he would move on to the next group, repeating the process.

Once he was certain the hospital staff was aware of the mysterious healer, Robert would head to the intensive care unit to perform more complex healing. This would likely spark intense curiosity and speculation among the medical professionals. After completing approximately ten healing cycles, he would announce a public speech in one of the hospital's auditoriums. Gathering a crowd, he would reveal his ability to heal and offer proof of his extraordinary power. If everything went according to plan, the hospital's leadership would be eager to engage with him. From there, Robert envisioned a rapid progression of events. While the plan was far from perfect, it offered a glimmer of hope and a chance to make a real difference. If successful, it could potentially attract the attention of government agencies and military organizations.

"So, the next question is, When?" Emily asked. Robert pondered the timing. "In about three weeks. I'll head to D.C. in a couple of weeks to verify the details and ensure there aren't any high-profile individuals present. While attracting attention could be beneficial, it might also complicate matters." Emily remained silent for a moment, considering the implications. "That sounds like a solid plan. Well, then, good luck." They chatted for a few more minutes, exchanging pleasantries before ending the call. Robert then sought out Sara to share the latest planning.

Things continued for the next three days until Robert made his next dungeon run, the only real thing of note was the store having several Tier 4 books, including Healing, space, and Nature, which he purchased for 800 gold. This was another desert run that contained level 55 to 60 monsters and a level 65 boss. The level wasn't that hard, except the boss tended to keep digging through the sand. It was a pain and took nearly an hour, but the reward was well worth it.

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.

Chest contains:

One Spell Scroll (Lesser Raise Dead)

25 gold coins

Two basic skill points

One unlocked skill point

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Looking at the scroll he was excited, this was one spell he was really looking forward to, until he read the description:

Name: Scroll of Lesser Raise Dead
Tier: 4
Rank: Rare
Description: To cast Lesser Raise Dead, the caster must be within sight of the recently deceased and initiate the spell within thirty minutes of death. A pulse of radiant energy, tinged with an ethereal blue, emanates from the caster's hands and flows into the lifeless body. The body begins to stir, muscles twitching as life is breathed back into them. However, this is a fragile state. The newly revived being is vulnerable, their life force tethered to the spell's duration. Should the cause of death persist, such as mortal wounds or fatal illnesses, the revived being will simply perish once more. Therefore, it is imperative to address the underlying cause of death, whether it be physical injury or magical affliction. Only then can the revived being truly live.
Charges: 1

The thirty-minute time constraint was the first limitation Robert noticed. The second, and perhaps more significant, was the requirement to address the underlying cause of death. With modern medical knowledge, it seemed that many deaths could be reversed simply through timely medical intervention. Nevertheless, Robert learned the spell, recognizing its potential utility in situations beyond the confines of a hospital. He contacted his sister, Emily, to share his findings. She agreed that the spell, while limited, could still prove valuable in certain circumstances. At the end he thought the level he earned was probably better.

Robert continued the same routine for 4 days before it was time for the next run. This was another mine, with Level 60 Greater Kobolds, which his guardian spell seemed to make short work out of. This run did net him another level, but the interesting thing was from the mines, he mined a lot of iron and a little silver but the best find was the single vein of mithril. He was able to extract enough to form perhaps 4 ingots.

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.

Chest contains:

One Spell Scroll (Temporal Ward)

25 gold coins

Two basic skill points

One unlocked skill point

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

This spell was interesting:

Name: Scroll of Temporal Ward
Tier: 5
Rank: Epic
Description: Creates a protective barrier around a target area or individual, slowing down time within the barrier. This significantly reduces the speed of attacks, spells, and other effects within the ward, making it an invaluable defensive tool. Additionally, the ward can distort space within its boundaries, making it difficult for enemies to enter or target those inside.
Charges: 1

The potential applications of the Temporal Ward spell were immediately apparent to Robert. As the date of his public reveal drew near, a sense of anticipation and tension filled the household. To prepare for the upcoming challenges, Robert crafted several powerful artifacts, including a staff adorned with diamonds that held the Lesser Raise Dead spell. He planned to use these items as bargaining chips in his negotiations with the government figures.

Chapter 49

The following week was much of the same. Robert diligently expanded his spellbook and conquered two more dungeons. The first, an island teeming with colossal apes, and the second, a shadowy cavern filled with the undead. While the shops offered nothing extraordinary, the final boss of the second dungeon rewarded him with a truly magnificent staff, one that immediately captured his heart. And as if that wasn't enough, he leveled up three times over the course of the week.

Name: The Architect's Staff
Tier: 6
Rank: Epic
Description: Soul Bound to Robert Williams, A colossal staff, 80 inches tall with mithril-inlaid runes covering the staff, forged from the essence of the cosmos itself. Its form is ever-changing, adapting to the wielder's needs. It hums with the power of creation, allowing its wielder to shape the world according to their will. The staff is adorned with countless symbols of creation and destruction, each imbued with immense power. Has three powers: Cosmic Forge, Passively restores creative energy over time, and increases the potency of creation and restoration magic. Reality Warp, Allows the wielder to manipulate the fabric of reality, creating objects, altering terrain, and healing wounds on a grand scale(Charges expended based upon use). Divine Construction, Summons a celestial construct to aid the wielder in battle or construction projects(30 Charges per use).
Charges: 120(Recharageable)

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Ten Gold coins

Two Standard Skill Points

One Epic Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

As it was nearing time for Robert to head to DC, he took the time to talk to Hal, regarding his Free points, "Hal I think I've banked too many points, where should I put them?"

As I've mentioned, I cannot dictate your actions. However, if you seek advice, I'd recommend focusing on bolstering your weaker attributes and potentially rounding out your Constitution.

Looking over his status page, he agreed, so he spent 75 points and moved his attributes to as follows:

Strength
50

Dexterity
134

Constitution
100

Intelligence
235

Wisdom
235

Charisma
50

Perception

30

Endurance
20

Will Power
30

With fifty-six unused points, Robert decided he was as prepared as he could be. The following day, he relished a much-needed break, spending quality time with his family. Unfortunately, the respite ended too soon. The next morning, he boarded a flight to DC and checked into a hotel near Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.

The following day, he began his reconnaissance mission at the hospital's visitor center. Approaching the information desk, he asked a volunteer, "My brother is expected to transfer here in a few days. Could you please explain the visiting process once he arrives?" The volunteer smiled and replied, "To visit a patient at Walter Reed, you'll need to contact your brother's unit to confirm visiting hours, present a valid government-issued ID at the Visitor Control Center, and complete a visitor pass form based on your relationship. Since you're his brother, you won't need the form if he can authorize your visit. Always check the hospital's website for the latest visitor guidelines and potential restrictions. It's worth noting that VIP visits might temporarily limit access." Robert smiled back and replied, "Thank you, I'm sure he knows the process, but he's my older brother and you know how they can be. I'll call him later today and remind him. Thank you for your time."

After that, Robert left the hospital after taking note of where security seemed to be. Returning to his hotel he called Sara to let her know he had finished his inspection of the target. He spent about 45 minutes on the phone just talking to her and enjoying the break. The following morning Robert got up and ate breakfast and then returned to his room. Robert put on his armor, picked up his staff, and checked his inventory to make sure he had everything. Casting an invisibility spell he headed up to the rooftop pool of the hotel. Once there he walked to the end of the roof toward the hospital and used a blink spell to teleport down to the road. Several blinks later he arrived at the first vehicle checkpoint leading into the hospital area. It was here that Robert knew something was going on. The checkpoint had twice the guards and two extra vehicles.

Robert slipped past the checkpoint, his eyes scanning for an opening. Spotting a staff entrance, he ducked inside, noticing the heightened security. It was clear that someone important was in the hospital. He waited for an opportunity, then slipped through the door and into the bustling hospital. Dodging the crowd, he finally learned the cause of the commotion: Secretary of State Frank Davenport was in critical condition. A group of men stood guard near the emergency room. “Any word on the Secretary?” one asked. “Not yet, but the President’s on her way,” another replied. “It’s not good.”

Heading in that direction he was able to locate where they were working on Secretary Davenport. Outside the room where a large group of people but before Robert could decide what to do, the President arrived. "Victoria, how is he?" asked President Harrington. "Oh Elizabeth, he's not doing good. The doctors are sure it's a Cerebral Aneurysm, they are getting ready to do surgery, but even if he wakes up, he'll probably never be the same," answered Victoria Davenport, wife of Secretary Frank Davenport. President Harrington went to her and hugged her, "He's a tough man, you might be surprised." Robert knew that with an Aneurysm, everything depended on where the bleed was and how big it was. Without hesitation, he slipped past the crowd and opened the door to the surgery room. A Secret Service Agent, alerted by the sudden movement, turned to investigate, but it was too late. Robert was already inside.

Robert moved swiftly, his form materializing as he approached Frank's bedside. With a gentle touch, he nudged a nurse aside, revealing himself to the startled medical team. As he did so, a protective barrier shimmered into existence, encasing him and Frank. Several Secret Service agents burst into the room, their weapons drawn. They demanded that Robert step away from the Secretary, but he remained focused on his task. In the chaos, Victoria Davenport, Frank's wife, rushed into the room.

"What's going on?" she demanded, her eyes wide with fear. A Secret Service agent tried to restrain her, but she struggled against his grasp. "Who are you?" Victoria asked, her gaze fixed on Robert. "You look familiar." Robert smiled. "It's been over thirty years, Victoria. East High, class of '91?" Recognition dawned in her eyes. "Robert Williams? I haven't seen you since graduation. What are you doing here? And what are you wearing?" she asked, her confusion evident.

Robert chuckled, "I'm here to help, as for what I'm wearing, it's armor, well, let's just say it comes with the job. And about helping people, I didn't expect it to be an old classmate." Victoria's confusion deepened. "Help how? Are you a doctor?" Robert shook his head. "Not exactly. Right now, I'm something more. Give me forty seconds." With that, he began to cast the Tier 4 Healing Spell, Mending Tide.

Name: Mending Tide
Tier: 4
Rank: Epic
Description: This spell channels the healing power of the spheres of healing, light, and water to mend grievous wounds. The caster traces a sigil of restoration in the air, infusing it with their intent. As the sigil glows, a gentle, luminescent wave emanates from the caster's hand, washing over the target. The wave carries the life-giving energy of water, cleansing and purifying the wounds. The light of healing illuminates the damaged tissues, accelerating the body's natural repair processes. The combined power of these spheres revitalizes the target, mending broken bones, staunching bleeding, and soothing pain.
Mana Required: 1952

Robert closed his eyes, his mind a canvas of healing, light, and water. He raised his hand, tracing a luminous sigil in the air. A gentle wave of energy, imbued with the life-giving power of water, emanated from his palm, washing over Frank's unconscious form. The light of healing illuminated his body, stimulating its natural repair mechanisms. As the spell took effect, a subtle change washed over Frank's face. The pallor of illness began to fade, replaced by a healthy hue. The sigil dissolved, leaving behind an aura of tranquility and renewal. A hush fell over the room as everyone watched, breathless. Then, to their astonishment, Frank's eyes fluttered open. "What happened?" he asked, his voice weak but clear.

Robert looked over at the group and said, "I think we should have a private conversation, Madam President?" he suggested, his tone serious.

Name:
Robert Williams

Class 1:
Grand Archmagi of Creation(MU)

HP: 6480
Common Perks: 2

Race:
Human Tier F

Class 2: N/A
MP: 155072
Uncommon Perks: 0

Gender: Male
Class 3: N/A
Stamina: 5012
Rare Perks: 1

Level: 39
Profession 1:
Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light(MU)

Skill Points: 5
Legendary Perks: 1

Strength: 50
Profession 2: N/A
Unlocked Skill Points: 5
Mythical Perks: 0

Dexterity: 134
XP:
1695242

Total Points: 10
Divine Perks: 0

Constitution: 100
XP to Level:
1800000

RES: All 12 except Phy(16), Fire(35%)

Intelligence: 235
Remaining XP:
104758

Wisdom: 235

Charisma: 50
Free Stat Points: 56

Willpower: 30

Perception: 30

Endurance: 20

Chapter 50

Robert calmly deactivated the shielding spell, allowing the relieved Victoria to rush to her husband's side. He turned his attention to the Secret Service agents, who still had their weapons trained on him, faces a mixture of confusion and barely-controlled aggression. "Gentlemen," he said, his voice calm and measured, "I understand your concern, but firing those weapons in here is a profoundly bad idea. You might hit someone innocent. And, as a side note, those weapons won't harm me."

President Harrington, ever the composed leader even in the face of the utterly bizarre, glanced at her Senior Agent, Pete. "Pete, stand down. I don't know what in God's name is happening here, but clearly, we need some answers. And right now, this gentleman seems to be the only one offering any." Pete, his jaw tight, clearly disagreed but reluctantly lowered his weapon slightly. "Madam President, with all due respect, we have no idea who this man is. He somehow bypassed every security measure in a supposedly secure wing of this hospital." Robert chuckled, a dry, almost amused sound. "Bypassed? I simply walked in. Your security isn't quite as impenetrable as you believe." Pete, ignoring the interruption, his face reddening, continued, "And he's clearly using some kind of incredibly advanced stealth technology, possibly military-grade, possibly foreign. We have no idea who he's working for, or what his motives are."

Robert offered a disarming smile, the picture of calm amidst the storm. "The answers are surprisingly simple, gentlemen. It's not technology, military or otherwise. And I work for myself, and for the well-being of my family." Turning to his friend, he said, "Hello Frank!" "Robert Williams. Haven't heard that name in a while. How've you been, man? Long time no see." Frank croaked, his voice weak but strengthening, "Couldn't be better, and judging by those monitors, same goes for you now. If I'm reading those right, you're now immune to aneurysms."

Robert grinned. "Must be nice. How'd you swing that?" With a smirk, Frank replied, "Magic, I think." He paused, collecting himself. "And let me guess, is that how you're looking half my age, too?" "Nah," Robert replied quickly. "Clean living, a good diet, and staying as far away from politics as humanly possible. That stuff will age you fast," Robert quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Frank laughed, a genuine, hearty laugh that eased the tension slightly. "I've heard that before. And honestly, I can't disagree. My wife tells me you just... waved your hand and healed me? Like, straight out of a fantasy movie? I owe you dinner, Robert. A very, very nice dinner."

Robert's smile widened. "Dinner sounds fantastic, Frank. Although, if my memory serves me correctly – and it usually does – dinner with you back in high school often culminated in a rather enthusiastic make-out session." Victoria, surprisingly unfazed by the entire situation, laughed, a clear, melodic sound. "Oh, he's still very much a fan of the post-dinner make-out, don't you worry about that. But I think, under the circumstances, you're probably safe." Pete, however, was clearly reaching his breaking point. His patience, already stretched thin, snapped. "Mr. Williams," he said, his voice dangerously low and tight with controlled fury, "I need you to put your hands in the air, right now, and step away from the Secretary. This is not a joke, and this is not a negotiation."

Frank, his voice gaining strength with each passing moment, intervened. "Pete, for God's sake, stand down! If Robert wanted to harm me, he would have let me die. He saved my life. Use your head." Pete, still radiating suspicion and barely-contained anger, refused to completely lower his weapon. "With all due respect, sir, it's my job to protect everyone in this room. And right now, Mr. Williams is an unknown, potentially hostile entity. Mr. Williams, I'm asking you, please cooperate." Robert sighed, a hint of weariness in his voice, and shook his head slightly. He turned to Frank. "Look, I'm going to be in town for a few more days. Here's my number." He pulled a small, plain piece of paper from seemingly nowhere and handed it to Frank, who, with a questioning look, passed it to Victoria. "I'm afraid I'm a bit underdressed for a proper thank you at the moment," Frank said, gesturing to his hospital gown.

Robert chuckled softly. "I'm fairly certain this isn't the first time you've woken up in an unexpected location without your pants, Frank. Anyway," he continued, his tone shifting to a more serious note, "I'm going to head out. I'll be back later this evening, as promised, to help out with the other wounded soldiers. It was good seeing you both again, truly. And, Madam President," he added, with a respectful nod in her direction, "it was a pleasure meeting you, under… unusual circumstances." And with that, he simply vanished. No flash of light, no puff of smoke, just… gone.

The room erupted into controlled chaos. Pete immediately barked orders, his voice sharp and commanding. "Lock down the entire hospital! I want a room-to-room search, every inch of this place! Now!" The President, looking shaken but resolute, was quickly and efficiently escorted out of the room, presumably back to the relative safety of the White House. Frank, meanwhile, was surrounded by a flurry of medical personnel, eager to examine their miraculously healed patient, their minds struggling to reconcile what they had just witnessed with everything they thought they knew about medicine and reality.

The Secret Service, their composure visibly rattled, immediately contacted the FBI, who, in turn, launched a full-scale investigation into the enigmatic Robert Williams. His background was quickly unearthed: a high school graduation in Florida, 1991, a stint in the military, a somewhat unremarkable work history... and, crucially, his current cell phone number, which was swiftly traced to a high-end hotel in downtown D.C.

Robert, meanwhile, was calmly enjoying a late lunch by the hotel pool, the warm D.C. sun beating down on him. He heard the distinctive screech of tires pulling up below – a lot of tires. Glancing casually over the edge of the rooftop terrace, he saw a veritable convoy of black SUVs and a swarm of FBI agents, including a fully equipped SWAT team, pouring out of the vehicles. He sighed, a mixture of amusement and resignation on his face.

He sent a quick text message to Sara – "Things have escalated somewhat. Might be a bit delayed getting back. Don't worry. Love you." – and then returned to his half-eaten sandwich. He had plenty of time. They'd search his room first, of course, and find absolutely nothing of interest; all his belongings, including anything remotely incriminating or revealing, were safely tucked away in his inventory. Then, they'd question the hotel staff, who would undoubtedly confirm that, yes, Mr. Robert Williams had ordered lunch and was currently on the rooftop, enjoying the sunshine.

He'd just finished the last bite of his sandwich when the FBI team, weapons drawn and faces grim, stormed onto the rooftop terrace. "Robert Williams, you're under arrest! Get on the ground, hands behind your head, now!" one of the agents yelled, his voice amplified by the tense silence. Robert waited patiently for the few other guests on the roof to scurry away, their leisurely afternoon abruptly interrupted. Then, with a barely perceptible movement, he blinked – and reappeared on the opposite side of the pool, leaving the agents momentarily staring at empty air.

"Gentlemen," he said calmly, his voice carrying easily across the water, "if you'd like to have a civilized conversation, I'm more than happy to oblige. But the whole 'guns blazing, shouting orders' routine really isn't necessary. And, frankly, it's rather ineffective." The SWAT team, clearly disconcerted by his sudden teleportation, spread out, attempting to surround him, still shouting demands and threats. Robert, growing increasingly bored with the whole charade, decided to expedite matters. He cast a simple, non-lethal barrier spell, effectively trapping the agents in place, not harming them, simply... containing them.

Then, he calmly pulled out his phone and dialed the White House switchboard. "Good afternoon," he said pleasantly, as if ordering takeout. "My name is Robert Williams, and I believe I caused a bit of a stir at Walter Reed earlier today. I'm currently enjoying a lovely afternoon by the pool, albeit in the company of a somewhat agitated FBI SWAT team. I'm perfectly willing to cooperate and answer any questions, but I'm not going to be dragged off to some undisclosed black site. If someone in authority wishes to meet with me at FBI headquarters, or a similar location, I'm happy to comply. They have my number. Have a nice day."

He hung up and addressed the trapped agents, who were now looking a mixture of furious and bewildered. "The barrier is purely for containment, gentlemen. No one's getting hurt. We're just going to wait here patiently until someone with a little more sense and a little less testosterone arrives. So, relax, maybe work on your tans. It's a beautiful day, after all." He noticed several agents speaking urgently into their radios, no doubt reporting this latest, highly unusual development. After approximately twelve minutes – Robert made a point of checking his watch – his phone rang.

"Robert Williams," he answered. A brief pause. Then, "Mr. Williams, this is FBI Director Paul Newman. I believe there's been a rather significant misunderstanding. I'm asking you, please, release my agents." Robert chuckled softly. "No problem at all, Director. Consider it done." With a subtle flick of his wrist, the invisible barrier dissolved. "There. They're free to go. See? Simple as that." Another pause, longer this time. Most of the agents, looking distinctly embarrassed and muttering under their breath, began to file off the rooftop. Two, however, remained – plainclothes, clearly higher-ranking, their expressions carefully neutral.

"Thank you, Mr. Williams. We appreciate your cooperation. These agents will escort you to the J. Edgar Hoover Building, where we can discuss this matter further, in a more… appropriate setting." Robert shrugged, a gesture of nonchalant agreement. "Sounds like a plan. I do know the way. But, I suppose an escort might prevent any further... unfortunate misunderstandings. Lead the way."

Robert, flanked by the two grim-faced agents, who looked like they'd rather be undergoing root canal surgery than escorting him, left the hotel and entered a waiting, unmarked black SUV. They arrived at the imposing, brutalist architecture of the FBI headquarters – the J. Edgar Hoover Building – and he was ushered to a large, sterile, and undoubtedly bugged conference room. The agents offered him coffee, water, anything he might need. He politely declined. After a few minutes of tense silence, the door opened, and three men entered, their faces serious, their demeanor all business.

"Mr. Williams," the first man said, extending a hand in greeting, "I'm FBI Director Paul Newman. This is Secret Service Director Jason Tully," he gestured to the second man, a stern-looking individual with a military bearing, "and this is General Mark Jacobson, the commanding officer of Walter Reed." The two escorting agents discreetly exited, closing the heavy door behind them, leaving Robert alone with the three most powerful men in the room. "Mr. Williams," Director Newman began, his voice carefully controlled, "you've certainly created quite a stir today. Perhaps you'd like to provide us with an explanation for your… actions?"

Robert leaned back in his chair, considering his words. "It's a rather long and complicated story, gentlemen," he admitted. "In essence, I was at Walter Reed to introduce myself and offer my… unique services to the United States government. The Secretary's unexpected presence simply altered my initial plans somewhat." Director Tully interjected skeptically, "And what, exactly, were your original plans, Mr. Williams?" Robert replied matter-of-factly, "Quite simply, I intended to heal a number of patients, demonstrating my capabilities, attract the attention of the hospital's medical staff, and then propose a mutually beneficial collaboration with the military. However, before we delve into the specifics, there are a few… fundamental truths, a new reality, if you will, that you need to be aware of."

He reached into… well, nowhere visible, and produced three neatly bound, professionally printed documents. "These are for you. Please, take your time and read them carefully." General Jacobson remarked, "Son, I don't know how you did that, but I can assure you, you were throughly searched." Robert gave a slight smile, "Read first, I will happily answer your questions later."

The three men, looking increasingly perplexed and uneasy, each took a copy of the document and began to read. The report, a concise, meticulously crafted 18-page summary of Robert's incredibly extensive and detailed guide to the System, held their complete and undivided attention. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper as they turned the pages, their expressions shifting from disbelief to confusion to a dawning, unsettling comprehension.

When they finally finished, a thick, almost palpable silence descended upon the room. It was Director Tully who finally broke the stillness, his voice carefully measured, betraying none of the turmoil he undoubtedly felt. "Mr. Williams… are you seriously suggesting that this… this document… is genuine? That this isn't some kind of elaborate hoax?" Robert shook his head, his expression unwavering, deadly serious. "Not at all, Director. And I can provide irrefutable proof, if you require it. I could, with minimal effort, destroy this entire city. But I believe a less… catastrophic demonstration would be more appropriate, and less disruptive to everyone's afternoon."

He then proceeded to offer them a glimpse of the impossible. He displayed the initial System messages, the undeniable proof of his connection to something beyond their comprehension. He then cast a series of minor, but undeniably magical, spells – a ball of light that danced in the air, a sudden, localized gust of wind that ruffled their papers, a small, intricately carved wooden bird appearing seemingly out of thin air. The final, clinching piece of evidence was the summoning of his staff, a clearly magical artifact of significant power, from his inventory – a feat that was simply impossible to fake, especially within the confines of a heavily secured government building.

He offered, almost casually, to demonstrate a high-level combat spell, a display of raw power that could have devastating consequences, but they quickly, and understandably, declined. "Assuming, for the sake of argument, and purely hypothetically, of course," Director Newman began, his voice still struggling to reconcile what he had just witnessed with his understanding of reality, "that all of this is… true… why are you revealing this information to us now? If your claims are accurate, this… System… is centuries away from becoming a relevant issue."

General Jacobson, however, seemed to have grasped the strategic implications far more quickly than his colleagues. "I disagree, Director," he said, his voice firm, his gaze fixed on Robert. "If Mr. Williams is telling the truth – and I'm increasingly inclined to believe that he is – this changes everything. The future of warfare, the balance of global power… it will all be determined by this… magic. We need to be prepared.

Centuries is a long time, yes, but preparing for something of this magnitude, something that could fundamentally alter the course of human history… we need to start now. Today." Robert nodded in agreement. "Precisely, General. I can provide the knowledge, the blueprints, the theoretical framework for understanding this new reality. But actual, usable magic, as we currently understand it, is impossible. Without Mana, spells are simply inert words and gestures. However," he continued, a subtle shift in his tone, "I can offer spellbooks, meticulously crafted and preserved, for future generations to utilize. And, more importantly, I can create items that function now, items that could provide a decisive strategic advantage in the present."

He then proceeded to demonstrate several of these items, explaining their functions and capabilities with a calm, almost clinical detachment – healing devices that could mend grievous wounds in seconds, protective shields that could withstand incredible forces, communication tools that defied distance and conventional technology. The meeting stretched on for another two hours, a dizzying, mind-bending marathon of explanations, demonstrations, and increasingly incredulous questions.

Finally, Robert dropped his most significant revelation, the piece of information that truly shattered their preconceived notions. "And this," he said, gesturing to a specific section of the document, "is the method I've been using to educate my children. Imparting skills and knowledge directly, bypassing years of traditional learning."

General Jacobson stared at him, his mouth agape, speechless for a moment. "You're… you're saying… you just touched your son, and he suddenly knew how to build… nuclear reactors? Is that… is that even remotely legal?" Robert chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "As long as he doesn't actually construct one without the appropriate licenses and permits, I believe we're in the clear. And don't worry, General, in a week or so, I'm planning to move on to anti-matter. He's going to have a very… interesting career path."

Director Newman, looking slightly shell-shocked and overwhelmed by the sheer volume of paradigm-shifting information he'd just been bombarded with, spoke up, his voice strained. "Mr. Williams, I think it's abundantly clear that we don't want you sharing this kind of… knowledge… with anyone outside of very, very strict government control." Robert raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "With all due respect, Director, you can't stop me. My son has expressed a keen interest in aerospace engineering. Before I depart, he'll be, without exaggeration, the world's leading expert in space travel technology. He'll possess the knowledge and understanding to design and construct a spacecraft capable of reaching Mars in a little over three days, at its furthest orbital point. The question you need to ask yourselves, gentlemen, is this: who do you want him working for

Chapter 51

Robert spent the rest of the day reconnecting with family, filling them in on the day's unusual events, and reassuring them that he was merely waiting for his next appointment. This waiting period was brief. The following day, the tranquility of his hotel room was shattered by a knock. Standing before him were two FBI agents and two military personnel. "Mr. Williams, we've been assigned to escort you to the White House for a scheduled meeting with several officials."

Robert quickly scanned the room, ensuring he hadn't left anything behind, before following them out. The drive to the White House was eerily quiet. Robert was surprised to see the normally bustling streets devoid of traffic. Then it dawned on him – they had closed off the roads. "While it's flattering to be treated like a VIP, couldn't we have avoided inconveniencing people who simply need to get around town?" he asked. One of the agents replied, "I apologize, sir. We rank-and-file agents aren't privy to the specifics.

All we know is that you're a high-priority individual and you're getting the full treatment." Robert smiled and replied, "Worry not, I can promise you I'm far from special. I just know something certain other people want to know, and they're trying to play nice."

Shortly after reaching the main gate of the White House, they paused for an ID check before being swiftly ushered through. Robert anticipated further security screenings, but it dawned on him that his inventory made thorough inspection impossible. He was then handed off to White House staff and escorted to a secure briefing room. Instructed to wait, Robert found himself growing impatient after an hour. The door swung open, and a large group entered, the President bringing up the rear.

Taking his seat, the President began, "Robert, thank you for joining us. This room holds some of the most powerful people in the government, as well as leading scientists. We have the Vice President, Chief of Staff, Secretaries of State and Defense, Directors of National Intelligence, NASA, and DARPA, and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. Gentlemen, this is Robert Williams." Robert replied, "Good afternoon. Thank you for meeting with me."

Frank interjected, "Robert, good to see you again. We still need to have dinner." Robert smiled, "I might be free tonight." The President quickly interceded, "You can catch up later. Robert, we've reviewed your materials, but the details are sparse." Robert nodded, pulling out the massive System Guide Book. "The issue is the sheer volume of information. This is a basic guide, covering the System's history and fundamental operations." He gestured to the book. "And I emphasize basic." Director Manshon, head of National Intelligence, inquired, "Can we access that book?" Robert smiled, producing a flash drive. "The physical book, no. But my wife scanned it, so you can have a digital copy." Dr. Ashworth, the Science Advisor, asked, "How does it work? It's like a video game inventory system, but... how?"

Robert paused and wondered how to answer and then realized with his high-tier knowledge of the Sphere of Space and Time, he did in fact understand how the Inventory system worked and provided the answer.

"The inventory system is intrinsically linked to each user's System Core, this core serves as the interface between the user and the System. This System Core is, in turn, connected to a subcore dedicated to managing the inventory space. This subcore, a specialized computational entity, resides within the subspace layer and controls the dematerialization and rematerialization processes. When an item is placed into the inventory, the subcore analyzes its quantum state and creates a digital blueprint. This blueprint is then stored within the subspace layer, while the physical item is dematerialized and its energy signature is transferred to the blueprint. To retrieve an item, the subcore reverses the process, rematerializing the item from the blueprint and restoring its energy signature. The System Core provides the necessary energy and computational power to facilitate this intricate process, ensuring seamless interaction with the inventory space."

Dr. Ashworth listened intently, then asked, "So this System Core is essentially a personal computer for each user?" Robert nodded. "Correct. It's not explicitly detailed in the book, but I've learned a bit about the underlying infrastructure. At the apex is the System's Central Processing Core Cluster, a colossal network of cores spanning universes. Below that are Universal Control Nodes, massive subcores managing each universe. Each galaxy has a Galaxy Control Core, overseeing galactic-scale System functions. Sector Control Nodes manage specific regions within galaxies. And finally, at the bottom, are the Personal Access Nodes, our individual System Cores."

Dr. Ashworth's eyes lit up. "So the System is a massive AI network. How do you prevent hacks?" Robert smiled. "Even as a Tier 6 computer expert, probably the highest rank in this universe, I can't fathom accessing my own core. These cores exist outside our reality. The only way to interact with them is through the System itself, which has stringent security measures. Additionally, they're protected by Divine-tier constructs. It would take a coordinated effort by multiple gods, and even then, it's just a matter of time before the System counterattacks, and at that point, the gods would lose."

Vice President Brakenson interjected, "You speak of gods as if they're real. What are these so-called gods?" Robert paused, collecting his thoughts. "They're Tier 10 Divine beings. Or, to put it simply, they're incredibly powerful, immortal beings who have mastered a specific skill to such a degree that they've become it. Imagine someone reaching the pinnacle of a skill like the Magic Sphere of Fire. If they continue to delve deeper, they could potentially become one with fire itself, ascending to godhood. It's a risky endeavor, with failure resulting in death. But success grants divine status." He continued, "Our universe will eventually produce its own gods, but there can only be one god per skill, limiting their number."

The Vice President then asked, "What about the God that many believe in?" Robert looked at her, "I asked the System the same question, and the response was... it doesn't know. The System, while incredibly knowledgeable, doesn't possess omniscience. It can't explain the origins of the multiverse. Its answer was that God's existence is possible, but until a revelation occurs, the question remains unanswered."

General Tailly, The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, asked the next question, "What is magic and what can you do with it?" Robert had an answer for that, "magic isn't a mystical force, but a complex interplay of energy, information, and consciousness. At its core, magic is the manipulation of the fundamental building blocks of reality, often referred to as 'mana.' This mana, a pervasive energy field, permeates all things, from the smallest particle to the grandest celestial body. To access and wield this power, individuals must first unlock specific skills related to the spheres of magic. These spheres, such as the Sphere of Elemental Fire, the Sphere of Time, or the Sphere of Illusion, represent fundamental aspects of reality. By mastering spells within a sphere, a practitioner gains the ability to channel and manipulate mana in accordance with that sphere's principles. For instance, a mage who has learned the "Fireball" spell within the Sphere of Elemental Fire can harness the energy of fire to create and project a fiery projectile. Similarly, a master of the Sphere of Time could gain access to a spell to slow down time or even reverse it within a limited area."

Dr. Ashworth mused, "Mana seems to be the key, isn't it? Without it, magic remains inaccessible." Robert nodded, "Exactly. Magic items function because they contain stored mana." NASA Administrator William Felson inquired, "You've shared knowledge with your family. Would you be willing to extend that to others?" Robert confirmed, "Yes, but there's a cost." Director Manshon guessed, "A financial one?" Robert smiled, "While I do want to provide for my family, the cost isn't monetary. Let me explain how the System works. Currently, I'm limited to Tier 1, Level 3 knowledge. This is due to the System Core's role in guiding knowledge transfer. At higher levels, without proper guidance, there's a risk of brain damage.

Tier 1, Level 3 knowledge, using Anti-Matter as an example, provides a foundational understanding of its creation, storage, and use. It's akin to the initial discovery of fire. At Level 1, you could create and store Anti-Matter, but it would be inefficient and risky. Level 2 refines the process, making it safer and more energy-efficient. Level 3 represents a significant advancement, allowing for efficient production and practical applications, such as Anti-Matter power generation. My son, aspiring to a career in space, will receive the knowledge to build advanced spacecraft capable of reaching Mars in days, not months. However, I won't share weapon-related knowledge. I'm committed to America's leadership, but not at the expense of global dominance.

I can impart one skill every two weeks to each person, limiting the depth of knowledge transfer. I can provide the foundation for expertise in a specific field, but further advancement will require dedicated study and research. For instance, I can provide the mathematical framework for advanced Anti-Matter production, but you'll need to apply it independently. Regarding defensive technology, I'll consider two additional skills: Advanced Primary Subsystem Design for Spacecraft and Advanced Sensor and Scanning Systems. These skills will enable the development of artificial gravity and advanced sensor capabilities, respectively."

The meeting continued for another two hours. Ultimately, they agreed that Robert would impart power and ship design skills to 20 individuals. He would also provide written guidance on advancing to Level 4, though the specific implementation would be left to the scientists. In exchange, he would receive a tax-free payment of $250 million, ensuring his family's future. Additionally, they agreed to provide John with a $300 million grant to establish a company upon completing college, positioning him as a future leader in the space industry. Shortly after, the meeting concluded, and Robert was escorted back to his hotel. Later that evening, he finally had dinner with Frank and his wife.

Chapter 52

Dinner was delightful. Frank and Victoria were wonderful company, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. They shared updates on their lives post-graduation, and Victoria inquired about Sara's reaction to Robert's impending departure. With a heavy heart, Robert confessed, "There have been many tearful nights. We're putting on a brave front for the children, but the uncertainty of the future weighs heavily on me."

Victoria, her face etched with sympathy, replied, "I can't imagine the pain Sara must be enduring. It's clear you're struggling as well." Frank nodded in agreement, then posed a curious question, "You mentioned a System arriving in over 400 years, and that you'd return with it. How is that possible?" A knowing smile spread across Robert's face. "Well, I suppose I haven't delved into the specifics. As you progress and enhance your attributes, you unlock certain perks. For instance, my Constitution stat is at 100, which alone grants me a lifespan exceeding 500 years."

"Additionally, I've ascended to a higher racial tier, further extending my potential lifespan to over a thousand years, assuming I don't meet an untimely demise." Frank's jaw dropped. "Wait, you're telling me you could live for over a thousand years? And what do you mean by 'increased your racial tier'?"

Robert chuckled, "Yep, and even by the System's standards, that's not an extraordinary lifespan. The multiverse is teeming with ancient, powerful beings who've existed for tens, if not hundreds of thousands of years. Scary, right? While it's possible to achieve such longevity, it's not exactly common. The key lies in your stats, or attributes. When you're granted a class and profession, you're given a specific number of stat points to allocate at each level-up."

"Most people receive common or uncommon classes and professions, which yield around 5 or 6 stat points per level. Some of these points are automatically assigned to specific stats based on your class and skills, leaving only one or two as free points. Unless you've chosen a combat class, you'll primarily use your free points to boost your Constitution. This is a common strategy, as everyone desires a longer life. However, most people opt for non-combat classes and professions, prioritizing stats relevant to their occupation."

"A weaver, for instance, would focus on Dexterity. While working can earn you experience and level-ups, it's a much slower process" Robert took a sip of his drink and continued, "Most people, with an uncommon non-combat class and profession, will reach the end of their lives around level 60. With about 50 free stat points to allocate, they can't afford to invest them all in Constitution. So, they typically allocate around 15 points, ensuring a full lifespan of roughly 200 years."

"Adventurers and soldiers, on the other hand, level up more rapidly. Many combat classes automatically allocate points to Constitution. Even an uncommon combat class can allow someone to reach a Constitution of 40 or 50, extending their lifespan to around 400 years. However, as you might imagine, there's a significant drawback to this lifestyle." Frank nodded, "The risk, of course, is the constant danger. Sooner or later, every adventurer's luck runs out."

Robert agreed. "Precisely. Adventurers possess immense power, but they often don't live long enough to succumb to natural causes." Frank was curious. "So, what level did you reach to attain a Constitution of 100?" A knowing smile spread across Robert's face. "I reached level 54. I possess both a Mythical class and profession. Not only do I gain a point in Constitution at each level—a total of 44 points—but I also receive 5 free points per level."

"As far as I understand, my situation is quite rare. As the Forerunner of this universe, I've been granted unique feats and traits that no one else can obtain, allowing me to attain such high-level classes and professions. It's estimated that there are only tens of thousands of dual Mythical holders across billions of trillions of beings in each universe, making me part of a very exclusive group."

"As for my racial tier," Robert explained, "every human in this universe is Tier G, the baseline. I was fortunate enough to upgrade to Tier F, essentially doubling my potential. No offense, Frank, but that makes me twice as capable as you." Robert playfully poked Frank, who retorted, "That's not funny, and no, you're not twice the man I am. You're... well, I'm not sure what you are."

Victoria, intrigued, asked, "But what does being Tier F actually mean?" Robert did his best to explain. "While it might sound impressive, the benefits aren't as significant as you'd think. Yes, it doubles my natural lifespan, allowing me to live a very long life. It also grants me certain perks and abilities, and will open up more powerful classes and professions in the future."

"However, the real advantage lies in the next generation. If I were to marry another Tier F human, our children would start at Tier F. Currently, there's only a 20% chance of that happening if I were to have children with a Tier G human. Being born Tier F means they'd start with increased stats. For the first ten levels, a Tier G human earns one free stat point per level, while a Tier F human earns two."

"Additionally, their initial class and profession would be of a higher tier. A level 10 Tier F human has a better chance of acquiring higher-tier classes and professions, as well as feats and traits." Victoria chuckled, "Should I call Sara and let her know you're already discussing your next wife?" Robert smiled. "No, she and I have already discussed the whole Tier system. In fact, she was the one who figured it all out."

"As for my next wife, I have no plans, and honestly, I'm not sure if I ever will." Victoria spoke softly, "Robert, you can't spend a thousand years alone. You'll need someone to share your experiences with." He replied with a somber look, "We'll see what happens. But I've already found the love of my life. How can I top that?"

"Besides, I've got a feeling this journey will be filled with unexpected twists and turns, and who knows what kind of people I'll meet along the way." The conversation grew quiet, and soon after, dinner ended. Victoria promised to reach out to Sara, offering her support and understanding. Robert thanked her and wished them both a good night, returning to his hotel room.

Later that night, Robert recounted the details of the dinner to Sara, who was pleased to hear about Victoria's call and agreed that having someone to confide in would make things easier. They continued their conversation for another hour or so before Robert retired for the night.

The following morning, Robert initiated his next dungeon run, but he simply wasn't feeling it. Without even a glance at the System Shop, he plunged directly into the dungeon, only to confront another fiery level teeming with giant lizards. He mechanically went through the motions, listlessly completing the run, his mind far removed from reality.

Dungeon run complete: Rare chest awarded. Chest contains:

Ten Gold coins

Two Standard Skill Points

One Epic Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.
Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Later that day, Robert phoned Frank to inform him of his departure plans the following day. He suggested that when the time came to send trainees, they should simply reach out, and he would meet them either at his home or a nearby location. After a few more minutes of conversation, Robert ended the call. The next morning, Robert was taken aback to find an escort waiting for him. He was informed that his plans had been altered.

Instead of returning home independently, he would be escorted to Andrews Air Force Base and flown back to MacDill Air Force Base. From there, two FBI agents would drive him home. Unhappy with the sudden change of plans, Robert called Frank to inquire about the situation. Frank explained, "Robert, you need to understand that you're now considered a National Resource. It's to be expected that the government would want to protect you."

Robert chuckled and replied, "Frank, as it stands, you could probably drop a bomb on me and all you'd do is annoy me. You can't harm or kill me, you can't kidnap me, and if I wanted to vanish, you'd never find me. This level of security is unnecessary." Frank simply responded, "It's not my decision, and let's be honest, would you rather stand in line at one of the busiest airports in the country or bypass the lines and take a quick flight home?"

Robert conceded, "Fine, but someone will need to go to Tampa International Airport and drive my car home." Frank assured him that he would arrange for someone to take care of it, so the car would be waiting for him upon his arrival. Frank wished him well and invited him to visit again before his final departure. With that, Robert's trip to DC concluded, and he returned home.

After returning home, Robert spent some time sharing the details of his trip and the decisions made with his family. John was filled with excitement about the future, while Stacey found the world of politics intriguing and began to consider it as a potential career path. Richard, ever the curious one, inquired about the possibility of his father securing him a position with the FBI. Spending quality time with his family was exactly what Robert needed, and by the end of the day, he felt relaxed and rejuvenated.

As the sun set, Robert spent the evening enjoying his wife's company not knowing that the next day would end his happy mood.

Chapter 53

The next morning, as Robert was enjoying a tranquil moment with his morning coffee the quietude of his home was abruptly shattered by a firm knock at the door. With a curious mix of anticipation and apprehension, Robert opened the door to find two familiar faces. "Good morning, Detective Ramirez," Robert greeted the officers, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. "What brings you out this fine day?"

Detective Ramirez returned the greeting. "Mr. Williams, it's good to see you again. I hope you don't mind, but I have a few more questions about the gold you recently sold. I believe it would be best to discuss this matter further at the station." Robert's brow furrowed as he contemplated the detective's request. "I'm not quite sure I understand," Robert stated, "What exactly do you want to know?"

Detective Ramirez, sensing Robert's unease, maintained a professional demeanor. "I assure you, Mr. Williams, this is merely a routine inquiry. However, given the nature of the gold in question, it's imperative that we have a more detailed conversation. Your cooperation would be greatly appreciated." The detective's insistence was clear, leaving Robert with little choice but to comply, "If you insist, give me a moment to let my wife know."

"Sara, could you come here for a moment, please?" Robert called out, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency. A moment later, Sara appeared in the doorway, her expression curious. "Yes, Robert?" she inquired, her gaze shifting to the two men standing behind her husband. "It seems these fine officers," Robert began, his tone laced with sarcasm, "can't quite grasp the concept of leaving law-abiding citizens alone. They're determined to waste their time with pointless questioning."

He pulled out a business card and handed it to Sara. "Give Frank a call and let him know I've been 'invited' to the station. He'll handle this." Sara's concern was evident as she took the card. "Are you sure everything will be alright?" she asked, her voice filled with worry. Robert offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, honey. Frank will take care of it. I just hope these detectives have a solid backup plan for their post-law enforcement careers." With a quick kiss, he turned to the officers. "Alright, gentlemen, let's get this show on the road. It's time to start the countdown to your retirement."

After nearly an hour, Robert sat impatiently in the sterile interview room, his patience waning. He was on the verge of leaving when the door swung open, revealing two familiar faces and a young woman. "Mr. Williams, this is Assistant District Attorney Catherine Van Derlyn. Thank you for agreeing to answer our questions," the detective announced. Robert let out a dry laugh. "Agreed, is that what you told the ADA, miss? I didn’t agree; I was told to be here."

The ADA exchanged a glance with the detectives. "Sir, firstly, you are not obligated to be here. Secondly, you are not under arrest. However, I understand you called your attorney. Would you like to wait for him to arrive?" A moment of confusion flashed across Robert's face, followed by a knowing smile. "Oh, I apologize. Frank isn't my attorney. The number I gave my wife was for the White House switchboard. Frank is Frank Davenport, a wonderful man. I had dinner with him and Victoria a few nights ago when I was in D.C." A heavy silence fell over the room. Detective Ramirez, visibly shaken, finally broke the silence. "Wait, are you telling us you know the Secretary of State?" Robert simply smiled. "I know several people in the White House."

After a brief pause, ADA Derlyn began, "Mr. Williams, we understand your concern. However, in recent months, you've sold approximately half a million dollars worth of gold with unknown markings and an unidentified source. This has raised some red flags." Robert, unfazed, replied, "So, is it now illegal to sell one's own property?" The ADA quickly responded, "Of course not. But we need to verify the legitimacy of the gold's origin."

Detective Ramirez, eager to contribute, interjected, "Is it drugs or terrorism? How else could you have acquired that much gold?" Robert, visibly confused, asked, "Excuse me?" Detective Ramirez persisted, "The only explanation is either a drug deal or a terrorist plot. Which is it?" Robert stood up abruptly. "I believe we're done here." ADA Derlyn attempted to salvage the situation. "Sir, we're going to need you to stay. We're in the process of obtaining a warrant to search your home and review your financial records." Robert, visibly angry, retorted, "So, I'm under arrest? You lied about that." ADA Derlyn quickly clarified, "No, sir. You're not under arrest, but you are detained." Before she could continue, the door burst open, revealing a furious Chief of Police.

"Mr. Williams," Chief Lawson began, his voice a mixture of frustration and apology, "on behalf of the department, I want to apologize for the egregious misunderstanding caused by two of my officers. Please believe me when I say a thorough investigation into their actions is underway." ADA Derlyn, visibly perplexed, interjected, "Sir, I don't understand." Chief Lawson's voice grew sharper. "Well, let me enlighten you. I just spent the last five minutes being chewed out by your boss, who was, in turn, chewed out by the Attorney General of the United States. Do you three have any idea what kind of mess you've created?"

Detective Ramirez, still bewildered, blurted out, "Sir, why is the AG involved?" "I don't know, and frankly, I don't care," Chief Lawson retorted. "All I know is there's a squad of FBI agents waiting outside to escort Mr. Williams home. You three are to stay as far away from this as possible. Is that understood? Now, all of you, get out. And you two, detectives, I'll see you in my office when I'm done." Turning to Robert, the Chief offered a sincere apology. "Please accept my apologies, Mr. Williams. You're free to go. The agents outside will take you home." As Robert left the station, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. A simple misunderstanding had escalated into a major incident involving high-ranking officials and federal agents.

When Robert arrived home, Sara was waiting for him, worry etched on her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to embrace him. "I'm fine," Robert reassured her. "So, did Frank help out?" Sara chuckled. "It took a bit to get through to someone who could confirm, but once they did and Frank took my call, things moved quickly. He mentioned walking into the President's office and I could hear her swearing like a sailor. Apparently, she took the matter very seriously. They assured me it would be handled."

Robert recounted the events at the police station, leaving Sara amused by the chaos and confusion. "Well, I hope that puts an end to that nonsense. We have more important things to worry about," she said, trying to lighten the mood. Later that afternoon, Robert received a call from the President herself. She assured him that the issue with the local police had been resolved and that he had nothing more to worry about. She also informed him that they had selected the group of people who would be receiving his training. Someone would contact him the following day to finalize the schedule. Robert thanked her for her help and expressed his eagerness to contribute.

The following morning, Robert received a call informing him that two uniformed military personnel would be arriving to pick him up for his training session at MacDill Air Force Base. He confirmed his readiness and was told to expect them within the hour. After notifying Sara, Robert prepared for the day. As scheduled, two Airmen arrived and escorted him to MacDill. Upon arrival, he was introduced to the team he would be training: a diverse group of civilian engineers and military personnel, all with strong mathematical backgrounds. Robert decided to begin with the fundamental power system skills.

He spent the rest of the day imparting his knowledge to the group. At the conclusion of the session, he agreed to return in two weeks to teach the next skill. After the training, he was driven back home. The next day, he received a call confirming the success of the training session and assuring him that the funds would be transferred to his account after the next round. Sharing the good news with Sara, Robert relaxed for the rest of the day before embarking on his next dungeon run the following morning.

The following morning Robert began his 30th dungeon run, this time he did visit the store where he found a few interesting items:

Item Name

Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Food Ration
1
common
2 copper
A basic daily food ration.

Water Bottle
1
common
2 copper
A small bottle of daily water.

Greater Healing Potion
1
uncommon
25 silver
A healing potion that when used will heal for 250 health.

Greater Mana Potion
1
uncommon
50 silver
A healing potion that when used will heal for 150 mana.

Tier 6 Random Scroll Pack
6
Epic
2 token
This pack contains 5 random Tier 6 spells

Tier 3 Random Spell Book
3
Epic
2 Tokens
This book contains 25 random spells from the following spheres, summoning, soul, Darkness, Conjuration, Abjuration, Transmutation, Necromancy, Divination, Travel, and the Mind.

The Aetherium Spire
6
Legendary
Free
This is a set of blueprints for creating a mage tower.

"Hal, what's the deal with these blueprints?"

Well, they're a reward for all your hard work in preparing your world. It's not the most extravagant gift, but it's a pretty nice place to call home, don't you think?

Pulling up the blueprints Robert had to agree, the blueprints outlined a 7-story tower that included a library, lab, study, servant and student quarters, a master's chamber, spell cast room, and others. This was a true wizard's tower. Robert also purchased the book and the scroll pack, the pack contained the following 5 spells

Name: Scroll of Inferno's Embrace
Tier: 6 Epic
Sphere(s): Fire
Description: This spell creates a massive fireball that engulfs an area with a diameter of 2 miles..
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Stormcaller's Fury
Tier: 6, Epic
Sphere(s): Air
Description: Summons a colossal tempest that can level towns.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Summon Celestial Host
Tier: 6, Epic
Sphere(s): Light, Summoning
Description: Calls forth a legion of powerful celestial beings to fight for the caster.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Portal Mastery
Tier: 6, Rare
Sphere(s): Space, Travel
Description: Opens a portal to any location known to the caster within 3000 miles.
Charges: 1

Name: Scroll of Memory Manipulation
Tier: 6, Epic
Sphere(s): Mind
Description: A spell allows the caster to alter, erase, or implant memories in the minds of others.
Charges: 1

Besides the Mind spell, Robert was pleased with the spell scrolls. While he planned to keep the mind spell, the very notion of its existence filled him with a sense of awe and trepidation.

Robert left the entry chamber and entered the dungeon which appeared again to be a mine, Fighting Dark Dwarves he found several sections that contained mithril and spent some time mining the valuable ore. Completing the run earned him two new levels . The boss at the end was a Dwarf King.

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Skillbook(Weapon Crafting)

50 gold coins

Two unlocked skill token

One Epic Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Chapter 54

Over the next two weeks, Robert stayed busy, continuing his training sessions with the kids. While John secured the Anti-Matter. Richard delved into Spanish studies, and Stacey focused on Biology. Robert completed another five dungeon levels, bringing his total to thirty-five floors. He leveled up six times, amassed a significant amount of gold and iron ore, and learned new spells and weapon crafting skills. With all his blank scrolls utilized and stored in the family vault, and the crafted rings distributed—three to his kids and one each to his siblings—he felt confident about the future.

He collaborated with John to finalize the remaining booklets, including detailed spellbooks for his family. Copies of the simpler booklets were presented to the government for safekeeping. He also traveled to MacDill for the second training session. A few days after the second training session, the promised funds were deposited into his account. He consulted with a law firm to ensure his affairs were in order, though under the pretense of potential death. In coordination with Frank, he devised a plan with the government to stage his death, protecting his family from legal complications, even after his wife’s passing.

Robert, as promised, acquired the two additional spaceship design skills. He intended to share these with John to ensure his continued progress. As time marched on, a sense of routine settled in. However, beneath the surface, a growing awareness of his impending departure loomed large. Four months had slipped away, leaving less than two before his family was taken from him and his familiar world dissolved. Sara, though outwardly courageous, bore the weight of their shared sorrow. Their children, while visibly stressed, seemed oblivious to the gravity of their situation. Sheltered from loss, they clung to hope. A silver lining emerged as his wife and Victoria forged an unexpected friendship, a comforting thought as he contemplated the future.

Robert and Sara consulted with a financial team to secure their government windfall. They established a fund for their children's future and generously shared their wealth with extended family. In the following two weeks, Robert dedicated himself to documenting the next phase of his technological advancements. This comprehensive guide would empower those he left behind to continue his work, albeit with significant effort. During this period, he completed floors 36 to 39, gaining three levels.

He also invested a Legendary Token in a Tier 6 scroll pack, acquiring valuable utility spells such as Mind Fortress, Greater Ward of Protection, Earth's Perfect Bounty, Dimensional Shield, and Spatial Ward. As the days dwindled, a sense of urgency grew within Robert. He knew that time was slipping away, and he had much to accomplish before his departure. With each passing day, he felt a growing sense of responsibility to ensure the future of his family. He was determined to leave behind a legacy that would benefit generations to come.

With the recent level-ups, Robert found himself with a surplus of 111 attribute points. He strategically invested these points to enhance his abilities: 20 in Strength, 33 in Dexterity, 29 in Constitution, 10 in Charisma, and 5 each in Perception, Endurance, and Willpower. This significant boost not only amplified his physical prowess but also rejuvenated his appearance, making him look closer to 27 or 28 years old. As the countdown to his departure neared six weeks, Robert took stock of his remaining tasks. His family's future was secured, and the training regimen was on track.

The time had come to cherish the present and prioritize family. With his parents set to visit in a few days and his siblings planning their arrival, Robert looked forward to spending quality time with loved ones. The impending farewell added a poignant sweetness to these precious moments, making every interaction a cherished memory. Robert reflected on the extraordinary journey he had embarked upon. From humble beginnings to a life of extraordinary power and responsibility, he had faced countless challenges and emerged victorious. As he prepared to bid farewell to this world, he felt a sense of peace and fulfillment. He knew that his legacy would endure, and that his family would carry on his work, ensuring a brighter future for humanity.

Three days later he headed in for the 40th floor of the dungeon,

"Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Fortieth Floor."

Looking in the shop he was surprised to see the options:

Item Name | Item Tier | Item Rarity | Item cost | Item Description
Smithing Pack | 1 | Rare | 1 Token | This comprehensive blacksmithing kit includes all the essential tools a master smith needs: a Portable Anvil, Steel Hammer, Steel Tongs, Steel Hot Cutters, Steel Fullers, Steel Swages, Steel Punches, Steel Drifts, and Steel Files.
Inscription Pack | 1 | Rare | 1 Token | This comprehensive Inscriptionist kit includes a variety of essential tools: several quills and ink pots filled with vibrant ink, a sturdy steel chisel and hammer for carving, and high-quality brushes and a selection of paints for intricate detailing.
Alchemy Recipe Book | 1 | Rare | 1 Token | This book contains 25 common, 15 uncommon, and 8 rare alchemy recipes.

Robert readily purchased the items, using his surplus of Rare Tokens to acquire the entire set. While he noted the absence of food, water, and potions, these were items he hadn't purchased in a while, so the loss was minimal. As he ventured into the dungeon, he was met with an unexpected surprise. Instead of the familiar dungeon corridors, he found himself standing in a grand arena, surrounded by thousands of spectators roaring his name. Before he could fully comprehend the situation, an announcer's voice boomed, "And now, the main event! Before you stands the champion of the arena, your hero 'Actavaious'! He will face the Rolling Wave in a five-round battle. Will he emerge victorious, or will we witness the rise of a new champion? Let the contest begin!" With those words, the gate on the other side of the arena opened and out poured dozens of the following:

Name: High Goblin Warriors
Class: Warrior
Race: Goblin
Description: A powerful, Goblin, trained in battle
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 75, Dex 40, Con 65, Int 15, Wis 12, Cha 12
Level: 75
Resistances:
Health: 2900
Mana: 200

Without a moment to spare, Robert cast Greater Earthbind to slow the advancing goblins, buying precious time to unleash a more potent spell. The spell took effect, slowing their advance for forty crucial seconds. Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed Nature's Wraith, followed by Fiery Tempest. The combined force of these spells halted the goblin onslaught completely, This gave him just enough time to cast and Elemental Storm spell, leading to the annihilation of the Goblins.

"And there you have it, as expected our hero made short work on that first group, can he continue, let us waste no time, send in the next group."

Name: Orc Warrior
Class: Warrior
Race: Orc
Description: A common Orc warrior, strong and brutal.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 85, Dex 40, Con 75, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 8
Level: 80
Resistances: Fire(15%),Cold(10%)
Health: 3100
Mana: 200

Seeking out the announcer to voice his displeasure, Robert initiated the battle with familiar spells. While the initial impact was similar, several Orcs managed to survive the onslaught and counterattacked. Switching to melee combat, Robert's superior swordsmanship proved decisive, ultimately securing his victory in the round.

Level Up!

As soon as the last Orc fell, Robert began to prepare for the next wave. He initiated the casting of Summon Celestial Host, a spell requiring a full 112 seconds to complete. The crowd, still ecstatic from the previous battle, erupted in cheers. After a brief moment, the announcer regained control of the crowd, declaring, "And there you have it! The second wave is conquered! Did you witness that incredible display of swordsmanship? This is why he is our champion. But can he maintain this momentum? Wave three is ready. Open the gate!"

Name: Desert Stalker
Class: Rogue
Race: Sand Lizard
Description: A stealthy and agile creature of the desert.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 50, Dex 90, Con 70, Int 15, Wis 20, Cha 8
Level: 85
Resistances: Fire(20%),Poison(10%), Bludgeoning(10%)
Health: 3000
Mana: 150

35 of the Lizards made it through the gate before Robert completed the spell. The celestial host descends, a blinding light filling the arena. Angelic figures, radiant and powerful, emerge from the light. They move with grace and precision, their weapons gleaming with divine energy.

The desert stalkers, known for their stealth and agility, are no match for the celestial host. The angelic beings, with their superior speed and power, easily outmaneuver the sand lizards. Arrows of light pierce the air, striking down the desert stalkers with deadly accuracy.

Blazing swords cleave through their scales, and powerful divine magic obliterates entire groups of enemies. The celestial host, guided by the caster's will, fights with unwavering determination, protecting the caster and driving back the desert stalkers. The once-fearsome creatures of the desert are no match for the divine power unleashed upon them.

As the last desert stalker falls, the celestial beings return to the heavens, leaving behind a silent, awe-inspiring arena.

Level Up!

Robert, weary from the constant battles, sought a respite. He cast the Summon Guardian spell, summoning powerful guardians to protect him while he prepared his next move. "And there you have it, folks! That's why he's our champion. Let's not waste any time, open the gate!" the announcer declared, as the next wave of enemies prepared to attack. Robert, ready to face the challenge, began casting a devastating Firestorm spell.

Name: Frost Lord
Class: Warrior
Race: Ice Ape
Description: A powerful Ice Ape, master of the frozen wastes.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 95, Dex 60, Con 90, Int 10, Wis 15, Cha 8
Level: 85
Resistances: Cold(30%),Ice(25%), Bludgeoning(15%)
Health: 4500
Mana: 200

A mere twenty Ice Apes charged directly at Robert's Guardians, a hopeless endeavor. Just as the Guardians engaged the creatures, Robert's Firestorm spell detonated at the heart of the pack. The apes, weakened by the blast, were then ensnared by a Greater Earth Binding spell, leaving them vulnerable. Seizing the opportunity, Robert unleashed a second Firestorm, decimating the remaining Ice Apes.

Level Up!

The crowd erupted in cheers. "And there you have it, folks! Our hero has conquered yet another challenge. But will this be the end of his journey? Let's find out! Open the gate!" the announcer declared, building anticipation for the next, even more perilous trial. Stepping through the gate was a single man, using his identify Robert was worried.

Name: Malachi the Wise
Class: High Archmage
Race: Human
Description: A grizzled old wizard, known for his arcane knowledge and powerful spells.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 15, Dex 44, Con 80, Int 200, Wis 154, Cha 37
Level: 90
Resistances: Fire(15%),Cold(15%), Lightning(15%)
Health: 2000
Mana: 75000

The air crackled as Malachi materialized through the portal, his arrival heralded by a blinding sphere of light that pulsed around him, a silent declaration of his formidable power. Robert, recognizing the futility of a direct magical assault against such an imposing presence, drew not a wand, but a curious rod. Its intricate carvings hummed with a contained, potent magic. "So, young mage," Malachi's voice echoed, laced with amusement, "you choose the crutch of physical artifacts over the purity of arcane might?"

Robert met his gaze, a spark of defiance igniting in his eyes. "My strength lies in more than mere incantations, sir," he retorted, his voice firm. "I am an enchanter, and these tools are an extension of my will." A flicker of genuine curiosity crossed Malachi's face. "Intriguing. Very well, then. Let us see if your trinkets can withstand the true power of magic." He raised his hands, his fingers weaving complex patterns, and a guttural chant resonated in the air, thick with power.

Responding in kind, Robert activated the first rod. A shimmering, golden shield blossomed before him, its surface rippling with energy. In swift succession, he activated a second. This time, a wall of cerulean energy surged forth, solidifying into a barrier that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. With a final, precise movement, he triggered a third rod, layering another golden shield over the first, reinforcing his defenses.

Malachi's spell broke free – a roaring torrent of fire, a searing wave of pure destruction that consumed the space before it. Robert's first shield held, a beacon of gold against the raging inferno, but only for a heartbeat. The flames licked at its edges, consuming it with terrifying speed. The water wall, now the sole defense, hissed and spat as the fire onslaught slammed against it, a valiant but ultimately futile resistance.

But Robert had anticipated this. Even as the water wall evaporated, his eyes were narrowed in focus. He was not merely defending; he was preparing. In one fluid movement, he slammed the butt of his primary rod to the ground. "Inferno's Embrace!" he cried, his voice ringing with power.

A maelstrom of fire erupted, not from Malachi, but from Robert himself. This was no mere wall of flame, but a cataclysmic inferno that expanded with terrifying speed, consuming the entire arena in a vortex of fire and fury. Malachi's own protective sphere, formidable as it was, shimmered and buckled under the sheer, unbridled power of the unleashed inferno.

The heat was unbearable. The light, blinding. The roar of the firestorm, deafening. It seemed to last an eternity, a world consumed by fire.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the inferno subsided, leaving behind an echoing silence. The air was thick with smoke, the ground reduced to scorched earth and ashes. Through the haze, a single figure emerged. Robert. His robes were singed, his face streaked with soot, but his eyes blazed with the light of victory. He stood alone, the sole survivor of the inferno he had unleashed, a testament to the power of a mage who was more than just a spellcaster - a master of enchanted weaponry.

The battle was over. "What a breathtaking display of power and skill! Our hero has emerged victorious once more, standing alone as the ultimate champion. Let us celebrate this incredible feat!"

Dungeon run complete: Epic chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Tier 6 Spell Scroll (Greater Farsight)

75 gold coins

Two Epic Shop Token

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

Robert unfurled the scroll, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he read its contents.

Name: Scroll of Greater Farsight
Tier: 6, Epic
Sphere(s): Divination, Mind
Description: Farsight is a potent divination spell that allows the caster to peer through vast distances, observing events and individuals as if they were present. By focusing their mind and channeling their magical energy, the caster can see up to 1000 miles away, bypassing most protective enchantments Tier 5 and below.
Charges: 1

With a wave to the cheering crowd, Robert stepped through the portal, returning home to his family.

Chapter 55

Later that night, Robert recounted the details of the dinner to Sara, who was pleased to hear about Victoria's call and agreed that having someone to confide in would make things easier. They continued their conversation for another hour or so before Robert retired for the night.

The following morning, Robert initiated his next dungeon run, but he simply wasn't feeling it. Without even a glance at the System Shop, he plunged directly into the dungeon, only to confront another fiery level teeming with giant lizards. He mechanically went through the motions, listlessly completing the run, his mind far removed from reality.

Robert watched his wife disappear into the kitchen, a pang of sadness settling in his heart. Twenty-eight years of shared life, more than half his life of companionship, were drawing to a close. Yet, a sense of peace washed over him as he realized his family was secure, financially stable, and equipped with the skills to thrive. He sought out Elara, finding her engrossed in a book in the guest room. "I feel like I haven't been much of a teacher lately. Is there anything specific you need?" he asked.

Elara paused, her gaze thoughtful. "Not while we're here. I need practical experience, something I can't gain in this environment. Once we reach our destination, I'll require your guidance. Until then, please cherish the time you have with your family." Robert smiled, grateful for her honesty. "Thank you. Enjoy your book."

Returning to his office, he diligently worked on crafting a replacement amulet, a precautionary measure. Dinner was a lively affair, filled with the excited chatter of hyperactive children. The next day promised a quiet respite until his parents arrived that evening. After helping his father unload the truck, they settled into John's room, their temporary abode. Thomas and Robert retreated to the backyard, finding solace in the quietude of the evening.

"Son, how are you holding up?" Thomas asked, his voice filled with concern. "Not well," Robert admitted, his tone heavy. "I've accepted my fate, but that doesn't make it any easier." Thomas nodded understandingly. "I know. I can't offer words that will magically alleviate your pain, but I can offer this advice: Don't let this adversity consume you. Cherish the time you have left with your family."

"When the time comes to mourn, do so, but then seek out new sources of happiness. Remember, you've been granted over a thousand years of life. You can't let sadness dominate such a vast expanse of time." A comfortable silence settled between them as they absorbed each other's words.

"I'll try, Dad," Robert replied, "but it won't be easy. I anticipate a busy period ahead. Elara's training, exploring our new surroundings, and adapting to our new reality will undoubtedly be challenging. Perhaps that challenge will help me cope."

Having his parents, Thomas and Elizabeth, around proved to be a source of comfort. Thomas, in particular, had a unique ability to guide Robert through his emotional turmoil. It was a poignant realization for Robert that his father was a man of profound wisdom. Sadly, it took the prospect of leaving to truly appreciate this.

He managed to persuade his father to stay for a while after his departure, ensuring that his children would have a strong, steady presence in their lives. The next two weeks followed a familiar pattern. Robert diligently worked his way through floors 41 to 45, earning him four levels and bringing his total to 71. Level 70 held an unexpected surprise, one that piqued his curiosity.

Class Ability Upgraded!

Class Ability: Fabric of Reality

Description: The user can sense and manipulate the underlying structure of reality, allowing them to:
1) Analyze Objects: Gain detailed information about an object, including its composition, history, and potential uses.
2) Repair Objects: Mend damaged objects at a molecular level.
3) Create Constructs: Form Small and medium objects from raw energy or existing matter.

Limitations: 1) The complexity of the creations is limited by the user's skill and energy reserves.
2) The user must be in direct contact with the object to manipulate it.
3) Overuse can lead to mental fatigue and a drain on the user's energy. This ability provides a versatile tool for problem-solving and exploration. It allows the user to understand the world on a fundamental level and interact with it in unique ways. Use requires Mana and the amount varies.

Experimenting with his newfound ability, Robert discovered he could now create either larger objects or more intricate designs. Previously limited to objects the size of a remote control, he could now conjure items as large as a television. Moreover, the complexity of these objects had increased significantly. While still not capable of creating advanced computer systems, he could now fabricate items with simple mechanical components. Using his upgraded ability, he fashioned a watch, a practical demonstration of his newfound power. Though not immediately essential, this upgrade hinted at a promising future. If his ability continued to evolve, perhaps he could one day create objects with intricate circuitry, opening up the possibility of constructing vehicles like planes or cars. The mere thought of such potential was exhilarating.

Chapter 56

Two weeks after Robert's parents had settled in, bringing a sense of comforting normalcy, his two brothers, along with their wives and kids, descended upon the house. This arrival coincided, conveniently, with Robert finishing up dungeon runs on Floors 46 and 47, adding another layer of accomplishment to the celebratory atmosphere. The house instantly transformed into a vibrant, chaotic, joyful party zone – the kind that only happens when a large, close-knit family gets together under one roof.

The younger kids, blissfully unaware of the underlying reasons for this extended family reunion, were in their element, running around wild, playing games, and generally enjoying the company of their cousins. The older children, however, were a bit more perceptive. They noticed something was different about Uncle Robert. He looked... younger. Healthier. More vibrant than he had the previous summer. When they cautiously inquired, poking and prodding with the relentless curiosity of teenagers, they were met with Robert's usual playful deflection: "Don't you worry about it, kiddos. Just go have fun. Plenty of time for boring adult stuff later."

But the older kids weren't easily fooled. They whispered among themselves, comparing notes, piecing together the fragments of overheard conversations and unusual events. Soon enough, the "secret" – Robert's dramatically altered appearance and his impending, vaguely defined "departure" – was out in the open, at least among the older cousins. The news, while exciting in a strange, almost unbelievable way, was also tinged with a somber understanding. They grasped, at least on some level, the seriousness of the situation, the weight of what Robert was facing. And, with the unspoken loyalty of family, they vowed to keep the information contained, protecting Robert and his immediate family from unwanted outside scrutiny.

The adults, meanwhile, were focused on the more immediate, practical aspects of Robert's upcoming journey. There were serious discussions, held in hushed tones after the kids were in bed, about essential supplies, contingency plans, and the very real possibility of Robert and Elara finding themselves stranded in some unknown, potentially hostile environment. This led to a series of increasingly large shopping trips to Sam's Club, where Robert, with a slightly grim determination, stocked up on everything from durable cooking pots and pans to heavy-duty plates, bowls, and silverware.

He even bought new, high-quality tents and sleeping bags, enough for a small expedition. These preparations, while necessary, were also a constant, stark reminder of the looming separation, the uncertainty that hung in the air like a persistent, low-humming note. But amidst the anxiety and the planning, Robert made a conscious effort to savor every moment with his parents and brothers. He cherished the shared meals, the late-night conversations, the simple act of being together, knowing that these precious moments were finite.

Another week seemed to evaporate, filled with the usual whirlwind of family life, two more successful (and thankfully uneventful) dungeon runs, and the highly anticipated arrival of Robert's sister, Emily. She burst through the front door with the unshakeable confidence of someone who knew she belonged, immediately enveloping Robert in a fierce hug. "I told you," she declared, her voice ringing with a mixture of affection and playful accusation, "I wasn't going to let you disappear off the face of the earth without saying goodbye!"

Robert, grinning, hugged her back just as tightly. Moments later, Emily's husband, Ethan, walked in, carrying their two youngest children. He extended a hand towards Robert, a polite, almost formal gesture. But Robert, feeling a surge of emotion, brushed it aside and pulled Ethan into a warm embrace. "No formalities, man. We're family."

The rest of that day unfolded in a blissful haze of laughter, shared stories, and the comforting rhythm of family connection. For the first time since this whole crazy ordeal had begun, Robert felt a genuine sense of peace, a deep, abiding tranquility that settled over him like a warm blanket. Surrounded by the people he loved most in the world, he found a renewed sense of hope, a strength he hadn't realized he'd been missing.

As he looked around the room that evening, taking in the familiar faces, the sounds of conversation and laughter, a profound realization washed over him. He saw the future, not in some grand, abstract vision, but in the everyday moments, in the simple joys of family. He saw it in the carefree exuberance of the children playing outside, their shrieks of delight echoing through the open windows. He saw it in the enduring bond between his parents, his brothers, his sister, a testament to the strength of their family ties. "You know what?" he said, his voice a little thick with emotion, settling into a comfortable armchair in the family room. "Everything's going to be okay. Look at them," he gestured towards the children, now visible through the sliding glass doors, their silhouettes dancing in the fading light. "Our family, our future... it's in good hands."

His father, Thomas, approached and placed a comforting hand on Robert's shoulder, his touch conveying a depth of understanding that words couldn't express. "Son," he said, his voice low and steady, "you're not leaving us in a lurch. You've done more for this family than you'll ever know. You've set us up for a future we never could have imagined. And while none of us, except maybe those kids, will live to see the full extent of your legacy, we know this family will carry on. You made that possible."

A profound silence settled over the room, a quiet acknowledgment of the truth in his father's words. Everyone, in their own way, was reflecting on Robert's extraordinary journey, on the sacrifices he was making, and on the enduring power of family. They watched the children play, their hearts filled with a bittersweet mixture of gratitude, hope, and a quiet, underlying sadness.

The following day, Robert, still feeling the lingering effects of his recent dungeon excursions, decided to take it easy. He spent the morning with his parents, simply talking, reminiscing about childhood memories, sharing stories, and enjoying the quiet comfort of their company. It was a simple, ordinary day, but it felt incredibly precious, a reminder of the things that truly mattered. As the afternoon unfolded, the extended family gathered for a large, boisterous barbecue.

The air filled with the tantalizing aroma of grilling meat, the sounds of laughter and conversation, and the general happy chaos that comes with a large family gathering. But even amidst the festivities, Robert couldn't shake the feeling of time slipping away, like grains of sand through his fingers. He knew that his departure was imminent, that soon he would have to say goodbye to this life, to this family, to everything he held dear. As the sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows across the yard, a wave of melancholy washed over him. This was it. His last real chance to soak it all in, to imprint these moments, these faces, these feelings, onto his memory.

He sat by the crackling fire pit, watching the flames dance and flicker, a bittersweet mixture of emotions swirling within him. There was sadness, yes, a profound sense of loss, but there was also a surprising surge of hope, a quiet confidence in the future. He knew his family would be okay. They were strong, resilient, and they had each other. He had done everything he could to prepare them, to equip them for whatever challenges lay ahead. And with that realization, a sense of acceptance, of peace, settled over him. He was ready. Or, as ready as he could ever be.

Two days later, the quiet routine was interrupted. Robert had just finished an intense training session, pushing his physical and magical limits, when his phone rang. It was the Secret Service. The Secretary of State, Frank Davenport, and his wife, Victoria, were planning a visit – the following day. While Robert had heard whispers, rumors of a potential visit from his old friend, the suddenness of it still caught him off guard. The news spread through the house like wildfire, a flurry of excited whispers and frantic preparations.

The next morning, the advance team from the Secret Service arrived, their presence turning the quiet suburban street into something resembling a scene from a political thriller. The kids, of course, were thrilled, peering out the windows with wide-eyed fascination. The neighbors, however, were a different story. Eddie, Robert's next-door neighbor, a man with an insatiable curiosity and a complete lack of filter, couldn't resist the opportunity to investigate.

"Hey, Robert!" he called out, leaning over the fence, his voice a stage whisper. "What's going on over here? You guys hosting a presidential summit or something? And, by the way," he added, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "when are you going to spill the beans about that whole 'eternal youth' thing? My wife's turning 35 next month, and she's convinced you've found the fountain of youth. She's threatening to move in here until you tell her your secret!"

Robert chuckled, shaking his head. "No fountain of youth, Eddie, I promise. I'm just as baffled by this whole 'looking younger' thing as everyone else. They've run tests, poked and prodded me, and still... nothing. As for the Secret Service," he gestured towards the four imposing black SUVs parked along the curb, "well, the Secretary of State is an old friend. He's from around here, you know. His position, unfortunately, comes with a certain level of... security detail." He winked. "Well, when you and your doctors figure it out. I expect a call. My wife is driving me nuts." Eddie responded. Robert laughed, then added "No problem, I'll put you on the short list." Eddie, turning back to his own home, replied "Thanks, I knew I could count on you." After a few more minutes of joking with each other, Robert went back inside to finish preparing for his guests.

A few hours later, another, even more impressive convoy of black SUVs arrived, this time carrying the Secretary of State himself, Frank Davenport, and his wife, Victoria. Robert and Sara stepped outside to greet them, a picture of calm hospitality amidst the controlled chaos.

"Frank, Victoria, welcome to our humble abode," Robert said, extending a warm handshake to his old friend. Victoria, radiant and elegant as always, bypassed the handshake and enveloped Sara in a warm hug. "Sara, darling, it's so wonderful to finally meet you in person! I feel like we're already old friends. I just know we're going to have so much fun together." Robert, ever observant, noticed a group of paparazzi lurking near the edge of the property, their long lenses pointed directly at them. "Frank," he whispered, leaning in close, "I think we have a welcoming committee of the photographic variety next door." Frank sighed, glancing in the direction Robert indicated. "Yeah, I saw them. It's a pain, but if the homeowner gave them permission, there's not much we can do. It comes with the territory, unfortunately. Let's just ignore them and head inside."

As Sara and Victoria, already deep in conversation, walked towards the house, Robert and Frank followed behind. "So," Robert began, keeping his voice low, "while I'm genuinely thrilled to see you both, and I appreciate the visit, I have a feeling this isn't entirely a social call. You're a busy man, Frank. What's the real reason you're here?"

"Well, first, it was Victoria's idea, she really did want to meet Sara. And it seems the two get along very well, over the phone and in person. Expect more visits from her. My wife has very few close female friends, so she values this relationship already." Robert smiled, "Sara is the same, she's been talking for hours after every phone call. I'm beginning to think she loves your wife more than me." Frank laughed and replied, "Between you and me, I tend to disappear, when I notice the two in a deep conversation." Robert smiled, "Good to know. But you had another reason for the visit, what was it?"

Frank nodded, his expression turning serious. "Right. The President has a proposition for you, something we think you might be uniquely qualified to assist with." Robert's eyebrows rose slightly. "Oh? And what's that?" Frank smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Nothing too strenuous, I assure you. We'd like you to lend your… expertise… to the field of metallurgy."

Robert blinked, surprised. "Metallurgy? Seriously? What, are we running out of good steel or something?" Frank explained, "Our engineers have been running simulations, using the data and designs from your… teachings… and they've come to the conclusion that our current metal alloys aren't strong enough to withstand the stresses of the… advanced spacecraft they're envisioning. We could figure it out eventually, of course, but your input, your… insights… could potentially save us years, maybe even decades, of research and development."

Robert considered this for a moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Alright," he finally said, "that doesn't sound too terribly arduous. I'm in. Tell them to gather a group of, say, ten of their top people, and I'll bring them up to speed. Give them a solid foundation to work from." Frank nodded, clearly relieved. "Excellent, Robert. I appreciate it. I knew we could count on you." The rest of the day was spent in pleasant, relaxed conversation, catching up, sharing stories, and generally enjoying each other's company. The Davenports finally departed around ten that evening, leaving behind a sense of warmth and genuine connection. It had been a successful visit, both personally and, potentially, professionally.

Chapter 57

With the Davenports gone, Robert turned to the skills page, selecting the one he needed. The knowledge sparked an immediate idea: a way to drastically improve steel's strength and heat resistance. The next day, he spent hours at his laptop, meticulously documenting the process for creating his new alloy. He dubbed it "Robtonium," much to the amusement of his kids—and the eye-rolling exasperation of Sara, who muttered something about 'stupid boys' as she walked away.

Later, Robert discussed future plans with his siblings. John’s response was unchanged from their previous conversation: “Just one less birthday to remember,” a comment that earned him a playful punch from Emily. David chuckled at their banter, confirming his own plans remained the same. He did, however, admit that the recent influx of money meant he could afford to retire a bit earlier and cherish the remaining time with his children before they left home. Emily simply reiterated her desire to further her career in the medical field.

The following days settled into a comfortable routine. Robert spent quality time with his family and sent Frank his book. After a brief chat, they both felt a sense of closure, and Frank wished him well. A few days later, Robert tackled the 48th floor. Compared to the grueling challenges of the previous levels, this one was surprisingly easy, completed in under two hours. The shop, however, was a letdown, offering nothing of interest.

The only real reward was the level gained from the run. Back home, Robert spent the rest of the day relaxing. With less than a month remaining, Robert decided to pace himself, deliberately delaying the final two runs. He put off run 49 until the very last possible day. It turned out to be another mine level, allowing him to push his mining skill to level 5 and gather a dozen more pieces of Mithril. Knowing the next run would be his last, Robert took four days to unwind and mentally prepare before finally facing the 50th floor.

Welcome, adventurer. You have entered Dungeon 7883667HG8776DE985762763FF7-1, currently known as The Training Dungeon. You are now on the Fiftieth Floor.

Checking the shop, he hoped that was something he could use his tokens on and he was surprised there was.

Item Name
Item Tier
Item Rarity
Item cost
Item Description

Tier 5 Spell Book of Elemental Fire
5
rare
200 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 5 Fire spells.

Tier 5 Spell Book of Elemental Air
5
rare
200 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 5 Air spells.

Tier 5 Spell Book of Elemental Water
5
rare
200 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 5 Water spells.

Tier 5 Spell Book of Elemental Earth
5
rare
200 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 5 Earth spells.

Tier 5 Spell Book of Healing
5
rare
200 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 5 Healing spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Travel
1
rare
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Travel spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Travel
2
rare
50 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Travel spells.

Tier 3 Spell Book of Travel
3
rare
100 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 3 Travel spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Divination
1
rare
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Divination spells.

Tier 2 Spell Book of Divination
2
rare
50 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 2 Divination spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Conjuration
1
rare
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Conjuration spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Darkness

1
rare
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Darkness spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Necromancy
1
rare
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Necromancy spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Transmutation
1
rare
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Transmutation spells.

Tier 1 Spell Book of Soul
1
rare
20 gold
This book contains 25 random Tier 1 Soul spells.

Mithril Ring of Teleportation
5
Epic
1 Token
This enchanted ring grants its wearer the extraordinary ability to memorize a specific location and instantly teleport back to it. Each teleportation consumes one charge, with the ring holding a maximum of ten charges. If not actively used, the ring magically replenishes one charge every twenty-four hours, ensuring it's always ready for your next journey.

Pair of rings(The Farwhisper Bands)
4
Epic
2 Tokens
The Farwhisper Bands, crafted from polished silver and etched with intricate, swirling patterns reminiscent of wind currents, are more than mere adornments. These paired rings allow wearers to bridge the distance between them with whispers of the mind. Each band holds eight charges, each charge allowing for one full minute of uninterrupted mental conversation with the wearer of the matching ring. The connection is clear and focused, as if the two minds were in the same room, regardless of physical separation. When not in use, the Farwhisper Bands slowly replenish their power, regaining one charge every twenty-four hours, ensuring that the silent conversations can continue.

Mithril Amulet(The Diamondheart Amulet)
5
Legendary
1 Token
The Diamondheart Amulet is a masterpiece of arcane craftsmanship. Woven from the purest Mithril, its delicate yet resilient frame cradles a magnificent diamond, its facets catching and refracting light with an inner fire. Encircling the diamond is a ring of deep blue sapphires, their tranquil depths hinting at the magical power contained within. This legendary artifact allows the wearer to capture and store a single spell from their repertoire up to Tier 5, holding it in stasis until needed. The amulet possesses ten charges, each capable of releasing the stored spell with unwavering precision. The Diamondheart Amulet slowly replenishes its magical reserves, regaining one charge every seven days.

Adamantine Long Sword(The Silent Judgment)
6
Legendary
1 Token
Whispers follow The Silent Judgment like shadows. Some say it was forged by celestial beings, others by the hands of a forgotten god. Its adamantine blade, impossibly sharp and eternally clean, seems to hum with a power that transcends mortal understanding. Soulbound to its wielder, the sword answers any call, appearing as if from thin air. It heals its own wounds and sheds any blemish, remaining perpetually ready for battle. But it is against magic that The Silent Judgment truly reveals its terrifying potential. Magical shields and wards, even those at Tier 5, crumble before its silent advance, as if judged and found wanting. The sword’s name is not a boast, but a chilling pronouncement of fate.

500 Gold
1
Epic
1 Token
500 gold coins

200 Gold
1
Rare
1 Token
200 Gold Coins

"Guess the System knew exactly how many tokens I had left," Robert muttered, having just cleared out the entire store with his last remaining tokens. Turning to Hal, he added, "These items seem a little overpowered, don't you think?"

Yes and no, You essentially soloed fifty dungeon floors, all of which were higher level than you. If anything, the System's still in your debt. Just so you know, Floor 50 is a level 100 dungeon. Expect a serious challenge.

"Got it, so find a spell to add to the amulet and make sure my gear is ready." Swapping out his sword and putting the amulet on Robert decided to wait on the spell until he understood what he would face. Taking a deep breath he crossed the door and left the safe room.

Chapter 58

As he stepped into the first chamber, a surge of power coursed through him. The air shimmered, and a spectral hand materialized, reaching out to grasp him. Robert, however, was prepared. A swift incantation, a flick of his wrist, and a bolt of lightning arced from his fingertips, shattering the spectral hand. The chamber was filled with the sounds of battle, the clash of steel and the roar of magical fire. Greater kobolds, their bodies imbued with dark magic, charged at him, their claws outstretched. Robert, however, remained calm.

A wave of his hand, and a wall of force sprang forth, deflecting the creatures' attacks. A fire lizard, its scales shimmering with arcane energy, launched itself at him, its fiery breath scorching the air. Robert, with a swift incantation, summoned a shield of ice, deflecting the fiery breath. The lizard, stunned, was an easy target for a well-placed fireball.

As he delved deeper into the dungeon, the challenges grew more complex. After dozens of battles with the Kobolds, Robert started to encounter Orcs. These brutes soon earned a place on Robarts hate list, even surpassing Goblins. This continued for about 6 battles before Robert approached a simple campfire and a single Orc standing by it.

Name: Grokk
Class: Orc General
Race: Orc
Description: A legendary warrior, Grokk is a whirlwind of rage and muscle on the battlefield. Covered in scars from countless battles, he possesses a terrifying aura that intimidates even the bravest of foes. Grokk thrives in the chaos of combat, his fury fueling his strength and making him an unstoppable force. He is a living legend amongst the Orcs, his name whispered with a mixture of fear and respect.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 120, Dex 60, Con 150, Int 20, Wis 30, Cha 15
Level: 90
Resistances: Fire (10%)
Health: 17000
Mana: 1000
Stamina: 7000

The air crackled with anticipation as Robert and the Orc General faced off. The General, a hulking beast of a Orc, towered over Robert, his face a mask of grim determination. In his massive hands, he gripped a mithril greatsword, its edge gleaming menacingly in the afternoon sun. Robert stood poised, his own blade, the Silent Judgment, held low, its Adamantine surface reflecting the orc's menacing glare. The General roared, a thunderous sound that shook the very ground. He charged, a whirlwind of muscle and fury. Robert met the onslaught with a graceful sidestep, the Silent Judgment a blur as it parried the descending blow. The orc's greatsword, despite its weight, was surprisingly agile in the General's hands. The battle raged. Robert, nimble and precise, danced around the orc, his strikes swift and deadly.

The Silent Judgment, whisper-silent, found gaps in the orc's defenses, each touch leaving a searing wound. The General, enraged, retaliated with a flurry of blows, his strength a terrifying force. Robert, relying on his speed and the uncanny precision of his sword, managed to deflect each attack, the obsidian blade absorbing the impact with an eerie calm.

The fight reached a crescendo. The General, desperate, unleashed a mighty swing, the mithril sword arcing through the air in a deadly arc. Robert, anticipating the move, leaped back, the Silent Judgment a venomous snake striking out. It found its mark, sinking deep into the orc's chest, piercing through bone and muscle with chilling ease. The General staggered, a guttural roar escaping his lips. He looked down at the Adamantine blade protruding from his chest, his eyes widening in disbelief. With a final, shuddering breath, he collapsed to the ground, his lifeblood staining the earth crimson. Robert stood over the fallen orc, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The Silent Judgment, still sheathed within the orc's chest, hummed softly, as if satisfied with its work. The battle was over. Robert, the victor, stood alone, the weight of his victory settling upon him like a shroud.

Looting the Orc, he collected Grokk's greatsword and continued. As he navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the dungeon, he encountered a series of intricate puzzles. These puzzles tested not only his intelligence but also his knowledge of arcane theory. He had to decipher cryptic riddles, manipulate arcane symbols, and even solve complex mathematical equations. One such puzzle involved a series of enchanted glyphs. To activate the mechanism, he had to align the glyphs in a specific sequence, drawing power from a hidden energy source.

After hours of careful study and experimentation, he finally solved the puzzle, the glyphs glowing with power. As he delved deeper into the dungeon, the air grew heavy with anticipation. He knew he was nearing the final chamber, the heart of the dungeon. The air crackled with raw magic, and the shadows danced with unseen forces. Finally, he reached the chamber. It was a vast cavern, its walls adorned with ancient murals depicting the birth of the dungeon. In the center of the chamber, a dragon, its scales shimmering with arcane energy, slumbered. Robert knew this would be the ultimate test. The dragon was a creature of immense power, its breath a weapon of destruction. But Robert was prepared. He raised his staff, and a surge of power coursed through him. He began to chant, his voice echoing through the cavern.

Name: Ignis
Class: Dragon Lord
Race: Red Dragon
Description: Ignis, a colossal red dragon, is a force of nature incarnate. With scales that shimmer like molten gold and eyes that burn with infernal fire, he commands awe and terror wherever he goes. Ignis is a master of aerial combat, capable of unleashing devastating firestorms and scorching the earth with his breath. He is a cunning strategist, utilizing his intellect to outmaneuver his enemies and claim victory.
Gender: Male
Stats: Str 200, Dex 150, Con 300, Int 120, Wis 100, Cha 80
Level: 110
Resistances: Fire (40%), Heat(50%)
Health: 35000
Mana: 25000
Stamina: 17000

The air crackled with anticipation as Robert, his eyes glowing with arcane power, began to chant. Ancient words, lost to time, tumbled from his lips, each syllable imbued with the essence of raw magic. The dragon, a magnificent beast of obsidian and fire, stirred, its eyes slowly opening. Gold flecks danced within the depths of its pupils, reflecting the flickering torches that illuminated the cavern. It regarded Robert with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, its massive head tilting slightly to one side.

The battle erupted with the ferocity of a raging inferno. The dragon unleashed a torrent of fire, a searing wave of heat that engulfed the cavern. Robert, his mind a whirlwind of arcane calculations, swiftly countered. With a muttered incantation, he conjured a shimmering barrier of force, deflecting the attack. The dragon roared, a sound that shook the very foundations of the dungeon, its voice a thunderclap that echoed through the cavern. It charged, its massive body a blur of motion, a terrifying engine of destruction.

Robert, unfazed, unleashed a barrage of spells, each more powerful than the last. Fireballs, the color of molten gold, erupted from his fingertips, crashing against the dragon's scales. Lightning bolts, crackling with raw energy, struck the beast, sending jolts of pain through its immense frame. Arcane missiles, guided by his will, rained down upon the dragon, each impact leaving behind a trail of smoke and sizzling flesh. The dragon, enraged, retaliated. Its claws, sharper than any steel, slashed through the air, leaving deep gouges in the cavern walls. Robert, agile despite his robes, dodged with practiced ease, his movements a blur of motion. But the dragon was relentless, its attacks growing more ferocious with each passing moment. In a desperate attempt to gain an advantage, Robert teleported behind the creature, his sword, a gleaming blade of moonlight, glowing with arcane energy.

With a single, powerful thrust, he plunged the sword into the dragon's hide. The blade met with unexpected resistance, the scales proving tougher than anticipated. The dragon, enraged, whipped its tail around, striking Robert with devastating force. The blow sent him crashing against the cavern wall, the impact shattering his left arm. Pain, searing and intense, shot through his body. He gritted his teeth, ignoring the agony, and focused his remaining strength. He channeled his magic, summoning a wave of pure energy that surged through his sword.

With a renewed ferocity, he plunged the blade deeper, aiming for the dragon's heart. The dragon let out a deafening roar, a sound of pure rage and agony. Its movements faltered, its strength waning. The lifeblood of the creature, a thick, viscous fluid, erupted from the wound, staining the cavern floor. With a final, shuddering gasp, the dragon collapsed to the ground, its massive body trembling violently before finally succumbing to its wounds.

Robert, exhausted and bleeding, lay on the cold stone floor, his left arm missing while he tried to calm down and catch his breath. He had defeated the dragon, but at a terrible cost. The victory was bittersweet, a testament to his skill and courage, but marred by the loss of his limb. He had conquered the dungeon, but at a devastating price.

Robert you need to calm down, remember you will regenerate, your arm will grow back in a few days, you just need to wait a few minutes for the pain to reduce.

"I know the arm will grow back, but when I get home Sara is going to flip," Robert answered Hal.

Dungeon run complete: Legendary chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Skillbook(Taming)

1 Platinum coin

One unlocked skill token

Title Earned(Dragon Slayer)

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for visiting The Training Dungeon!

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Chapter 59

The instant Robert stumbled back through the shimmering portal and into his living room, a wave of dread washed over him. He knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant homecoming. His daughter, Stacey, was curled up on the sofa, engrossed in a book. Her head snapped up at the sound of his arrival, and her eyes widened in horror at the sight of him. A blood-curdling scream tore from her throat, echoing through the house like a siren. Within seconds, the room was swarming with concerned family members, their faces etched with alarm.

Sara, his wife, pushed her way to the front, her gaze locking onto Robert's mangled arm. "Robert! What in the world happened to you?" she demanded, her voice laced with panic. Their eyes were drawn to his injured arm, where the severed limb was already beginning to knit itself back together, a grotesque yet fascinating spectacle. While they knew Robert possessed this extraordinary healing ability, witnessing it firsthand was a different story altogether.

This was the first time he had sustained such a grievous injury, and the shock was palpable. They understood he would eventually make a full recovery, but the sight of his mangled flesh and the knowledge of the pain he must be enduring filled them with a deep sense of unease. Until he was whole again, the cloud of worry would linger over their household.

True to Hal's prediction, Robert's arm regenerated within a day. It was a mesmerizing, albeit unsettling process to observe. At times, he could actually perceive the bones lengthening, the muscles knitting together, and the skin slowly creeping back to cover the raw flesh. A phantom tingling sensation accompanied the regrowth, an incessant itch he couldn't scratch. While intellectually fascinated, Robert found the experience viscerally disturbing.

He decided it was definitely not a process he cared to repeat, or witness again, if he could help it. However, the discomfort was a small price to pay for a fully functional arm. He had to admit that six months ago, before gaining this extraordinary ability, such a recovery would have been unimaginable. He would have been left permanently maimed, his life irrevocably altered. Once the regeneration was complete and Robert was able to demonstrate to his family that his arm was whole and perfectly functional, the tension in the house eased somewhat. But the incident had left an indelible mark. They had always believed, or perhaps simply assumed, that Robert was somehow immune to the dangers of his interdimensional travels. Yesterday, that illusion of safety shattered. The reality of the perils he faced in those other worlds had crashed into their lives, leaving them shaken and vulnerable.

"So, Hal," Robert began, leaning back in his chair, "I've conquered all 50 floors with time to spare. Just a little over two weeks left. What am I supposed to do now? Twiddle my thumbs and wait?"

Not necessarily, you could choose to leave early, though I suspect that wouldn't appeal to you. I'm authorized to offer you another dungeon run in a few days. Something easier, just to bring your solo run count up to 50. Normally, the System limits participants to 50 runs, but since it commandeered one of yours for Elara's trial, it will offer a compensatory run to maintain fairness. It's entirely your choice, of course. No pressure either way.

"A compensatory run, huh?" Robert mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "So, a level 40 floor then? Nothing too challenging, and probably not much in the way of rewards. Still," he decided, "it's better than sitting around doing nothing. I'll take it."

Excellent choice, now, regarding your departure. It won't be a sudden, unceremonious expulsion. Three hours before your time is up, a portal will appear. You and Elara can pass through at your leisure.

"Good to know," Robert said, relieved. "Any hints about our destination?"

I can provide some general information, you'll be pleased to know it's a rather pleasant world, quite similar to Earth. Your destination is a small, peaceful town within a human-run kingdom. A few hundred inhabitants, at most. Unless you actively seek it out, danger should be minimal.

"Sounds like I landed on my feet, then," Robert said with a sigh of relief. "I'll let Elara know the good news." A wave of melancholy washed over him as the reality of his impending departure sank in. "It's almost over, Hal," he murmured, a touch of wistfulness in his voice. "I'll be leaving soon. What are my options? Do I wait 400 years and return, pretending nothing happened? Is there any way to get back here sooner? I'm a time mage, after all. Can't I just… rewind?"

I'm afraid not, and before you ask why, allow me to explain. Time travel is indeed possible. You already possess spells that allow glimpses into the future. At higher Tiers, there are spells that enable movement both forward and backward in time. To traverse 400 years, you would need one of the highest-tiered spells. But that's only part of the problem, time travel through the System requires its presence in the desired destination time. In your case, the System would need to be fully active here and now, which it isn't. Time travel functions because the System continuously records the quantum state of everything. It's a complex process, but the crux of the matter is that the System cannot send you back to a time where it doesn't exist.

"So, I'm stuck," Robert concluded, a hint of resignation in his voice. "Fate doesn't want me here, it seems." He shifted in his seat, a new thought arising. "What happens to you when I leave, Hal? My understanding was that you were here specifically to guide me. Will you still be with me when I leave?"

That's entirely your choice, you'll be given the option.

"Do you want to stay with me?" Robert asked sincerely. "I wouldn't want to force you."

I would like to remain, but ultimately, the decision lies with you.

A warm smile spread across Robert's face. "Well then, I'm afraid you're stuck with me." He chuckled. "Though I suspect there are worse fates."

Indeed there are.

Later that day, Robert gathered his family and relayed the information Hal had provided. Elara was particularly enthused about their impending move. "A town with a few hundred people?" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "My village had less than a hundred! This is going to be amazing!" Robert chuckled, her infectious enthusiasm easing some of his lingering apprehension. Sara, however, expressed concern about the upcoming final dungeon run. "Are you sure about this, Robert?" she asked, her brow furrowed with worry. "Even if it's just a level 40 floor..."

"Relax, Sara," Robert reassured her, flashing a confident grin. "A level 40 dungeon is child's play at this point. I could probably run it with my eyes closed." "I know, I know," Sara replied with a sigh, her anxiety still lingering. "But I can't help but worry. Seeing you like that... without an arm... it was horrifying. It's not something I'll ever forget." She reached out and gently touched his now perfectly whole arm, a lingering trace of fear in her eyes. "Just promise me you'll be careful." Robert took her hand, his gaze softening. "I promise," he said sincerely. "Nothing is going to happen. This is just a formality, a final victory lap before we head home." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, hoping to quell the fear that still flickered within her.

A few days later Robert ran his 51st dungeon run, as Hal said it was easy, Robert did not get hit a single time and finished in less than an hour. He did end up getting rewarded for it.

Feat Awarded - Dungeon Delver!

Random Rare Perk Awarded!
Whispers of the World

Feat Name

Description
Award

Dungeon Delver
You have proven yourself a master of solo dungeon exploration, conquering the depths and emerging victorious.
Enhanced Durability(+5 Con when in dungeons), Lone Wolf(When solo in dungeons you do 2% more damage)

Perk Rank | Perk Name | Perk Description
Rare | Whispers of the World | Your senses are preternaturally attuned to the subtle currents of the world around you, granting you the following benefits: Expanded Awareness: You gain a +3 bonus to Perception checks that rely on hearing or smell.

Dungeon run complete: Uncommon chest awarded.

Chest contains:

Tier 2 Spell Scroll(Create Food and Water)

One gold coin

Items added to user inventory.

Thank you for completing The Training Dungeon!

Name: Scroll of Create Food and Water
Tier: 2, Uncommon
Sphere(s): Earth, Water
Description: The caster summons a single basic meal that provides enough food and water for one person for a day.
Charges: 1

Chapter 60

Robert stepped through the portal, a solitary figure silhouetted against the shimmering energy. The familiar chill of the dungeon receded, replaced by the comforting warmth of his home. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his mother's lavender potpourri and freshly baked bread a welcome balm to his senses after six months of damp stone and the metallic tang of danger. He was home, but only for a fleeting moment. This was a goodbye, not a return. The weight of his impending departure pressed down on him, a heavy cloak woven from responsibility and uncertainty. He'd spent the last six months preparing, not just for his own survival in a new world, but also for the security of his family, his country. The burden had been immense, a constant pressure that had driven him relentlessly. Now, with the final hours ticking away, he felt a desperate need to connect, to savor the precious moments he had left.

He looked around the familiar living room, the soft glow of the lamplight illuminating the faces of his loved ones. He wanted to imprint these images in his memory: the lines of worry etched on his father's brow, the unwavering support in his mother's eyes, the playful sparkle in his sister's gaze, the boundless energy of his children. These were the anchors that would keep him grounded in the storm of the unknown. Even as he soaked in their presence, the pragmatic voice that had guided him through countless perilous situations whispered in the back of his mind. Preparation. It wasn't a cold calculation, but a deeply ingrained habit, a survival instinct honed by months of facing the unimaginable. He had a new life to build, a world to navigate, and he wouldn't be able to rely on anyone but himself.

"I need to check my inventory," he announced, his voice a little hoarse. He couldn't quite meet their eyes, the weight of his unspoken farewell hanging heavy in the air. He retreated to his study, the familiar scent of old books and leather a small comfort. He summoned his inventory display, the glowing interface a stark contrast to the warm, traditional surroundings. He meticulously reviewed his supplies: potions, enchanted items, weapons, tools – everything he thought he might need. He'd spent countless hours crafting, gathering, and organizing, driven by a relentless need to be ready for anything. His gaze fell upon the substantial sum of gold he'd accumulated. 8,200 gold coins, in various denominations. "Hal," he asked, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet room, "how wealthy am I, relative to the town I'm going to?"

That depends on your perception of wealth, Robert, the average resident of your destination world earns approximately 20 to 25 gold annually. In that context, you are exceedingly well-off.

A wry smile touched Robert's lips. He wouldn't be struggling to survive, at least not financially. "And if I were to go to the capital?"

Your wealth would be considered modest, compared to some of the nobility

"Good to know," Robert murmured. He had no aspirations of joining the ranks of the ultra-rich. He just wanted a peaceful life, a chance to use his skills, to build something lasting. "Can you at least tell me the name of the town?"

I apologize, Robert, I am constrained from divulging further details at this time.

"It's fine, really," Robert said, forcing a casual shrug that didn't quite reach his eyes. He tried to sound nonchalant, but a subtle tremor in his voice betrayed his underlying anxiety. "Knowing it's a relatively safe place, mostly humans… that's good enough for now. I mean, I'm excited about the prospect of new cultures, new experiences… the whole unknown aspect is part of the appeal. But, yeah, a little bit of familiar ground to start with will definitely make the transition easier. Less jarring, you know?"

He gave a small, self-deprecating laugh, trying to dispel the tension he felt building in his chest. Later that evening, the dinner table was a microcosm of their family life – a warm, bustling hub of activity. The clatter of forks against plates mingled with the comfortable hum of conversation, punctuated by bursts of laughter. Robert, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy, recounted Hal's assessment of his financial situation, carefully omitting the more fantastical elements and focusing on the practical implications.

Thomas, his father, listened intently, his brow furrowed in thoughtful concentration. "Well, it certainly sounds like you've got a solid financial foundation, Robert," he observed, stroking his chin. "That's a relief. But," he paused, his gaze meeting Robert's across the table, "I do have some reservations about your plan to rely on enchanting as your main source of income, at least initially." Robert leaned forward, intrigued. "Oh? What makes you say that?"

"Think about it, son," Thomas explained, his voice calm and reasoned. "Small towns… they tend to have a more limited scope. The demand for specialized services, like high-level enchanting, is likely to be significantly lower than in a bustling city. You might find yourself needing to travel, to seek out clients in larger settlements, which brings its own set of logistical and, potentially, safety concerns. It's a good thing you've built up a financial cushion, so you have the freedom to explore your options, to adapt as needed. You won't be forced to take the first job that comes along, just to survive."

He gave Robert a reassuring nod. "You've given yourself the gift of time, and that's invaluable." Robert absorbed his father's words, a sense of quiet gratitude washing over him. He hadn't fully considered the practical limitations of his chosen profession in a small-town setting. His father's wisdom, born of years of experience, was a grounding force, a reminder to stay flexible and adaptable.

The following days were a precious, bittersweet symphony of fleeting moments. The school year had drawn to a close, liberating the children from their studies and allowing Robert to fully immerse himself in their world. He reveled in their boundless energy, their infectious laughter, the simple joy of being present with them. He played games, told stories, and listened with rapt attention to their dreams and schemes, knowing that these memories would be his lifeline in the days to come. His sister, Sarah, her eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity, cornered him one afternoon. "Robert," she said, with a playful insistence, "you have to share your biology skill with me! It's not fair that you get all the cool abilities!"

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Robert found himself smiling despite the underlying sadness. John, his young son, a budding inventor with a mind that raced at a mile a minute, proudly presented Robert with a detailed drawing of his latest spaceship design. Robert, while privately harboring serious doubts about its aerodynamic viability, praised his son's creativity and the sheer passion that radiated from his eyes. He knew he wouldn't be there to see John's future inventions, but he cherished this glimpse into his son's burgeoning genius.

His brothers, Mark and David, eager to learn self-defense, requested Aikido training. The backyard transformed into a makeshift dojo, echoing with their playful shouts and the rhythmic thud of bodies practicing falls and throws. Robert, despite the underlying melancholy, found a profound satisfaction in sharing his skills, in equipping them with tools for self-preservation. Even his mother, Eleanor, surprised him. With a twinkle in her eye and a touch of unexpected boldness, she asked for painting lessons. Robert, initially taken aback, soon found himself deeply touched by her request. He happily obliged, marveling at the hidden depths of his own mother, and the unexpected ways his skills could bring joy and connection. These were not just lessons; they were acts of love, a way of leaving a part of himself behind. They filled notebooks, not just with sketches, but shared laughter and whispered stories.

The call from President Harrington was a stark reminder of the changes he had made. Her voice, though carrying the weight of her office, was imbued with a genuine warmth and gratitude that moved Robert deeply. She spoke of his invaluable contribution, his heroism, and the profound impact he'd had on the nation's future. The revelation of the secret executive order, designed to protect his family, brought a wave of relief. He hadn't fully grasped the potential danger he'd placed them in, and the President's foresight was a testament to her leadership and compassion. The promise of the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation's highest civilian honor, left him speechless. It was an acknowledgment of his sacrifice, a validation of the choices he'd made.

The next day brought another emotional farewell, this time with Frank. Their reunion had been tragically short, a brief rekindling of a bond forged in shared experiences and unspoken understanding. Frank's voice was thick with emotion as he expressed his gratitude for Robert saving his life, and his profound regret that their paths had diverged for so long. The unspoken words of a lifelong friendship hung heavy in the air, a testament to the enduring power of human connection.

The final days were marked by a sense of purposeful urgency. Robert, driven by an almost primal need to provide for his family's future, retreated to his office. With meticulous care, he crafted dozens of Rods of Healing, imbuing them with potent restorative magic. He also fashioned several other magical items, each carefully chosen for its potential to aid his loved ones in his absence. They were not merely objects; they were tangible expressions of his love, his protection, his enduring presence. He added small, personal touches to each one – a carving of a family pet on one, a favorite flower etched into another.

These precious artifacts were carefully placed in the family vault, a secure repository of their most treasured possessions. His family, witnessing his tireless efforts, finally intervened. They urged him to stop, to rest, to savor the few precious moments they had left together. They pleaded with him to put down his burdens, to be present, to simply be with them. And so, the office door closed, the tools were laid to rest, and the sounds of crafting were replaced by the sounds of family. Laughter, tears, shared stories, quiet moments of reflection – these were the treasures that Robert would carry with him, the memories that would sustain him through the unknown journey that lay ahead.

He finally allowed himself to feel the full weight of his impending departure, the sorrow of leaving, the fear of the unknown. But amidst the sadness, there was also a sense of peace, a quiet confidence that he had done everything he could. He was ready, as ready as he could ever be, to face the future, alone.

Chapter 61

The next few days were a precious, carefully curated collection of moments, each one designed to be etched into Robert's memory. He dedicated several evenings to Sara, stealing away from the family bustle for stolen moments of intimacy. They ventured into the city's vibrant heart, seeking out the hidden gems that whispered of romance. They found themselves lost in the smoky haze of dimly lit jazz clubs, where the music wrapped around them like a warm embrace.

Robert, who usually felt awkward on a dance floor, surprised himself, twirling Sara with a newfound grace and lightness, swept away by the music and the closeness of her. They dined in cozy, tucked-away restaurants, the candlelight illuminating their faces as they shared whispered conversations and lingering glasses of wine. These weren't just dates; they were a desperate attempt to compress a lifetime of love and shared experiences into a handful of fleeting hours, creating a reservoir of memories to draw upon in the lonely times ahead.

One evening, however, stood apart from the rest. As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with breathtaking strokes of orange, crimson, and violet, Robert felt a pull towards the simple tranquility of their backyard. He found Sara there, already waiting. Together, they settled onto the old wooden swing on the porch, the familiar creak of the chains a comforting rhythm to their shared silence. There were no grand gestures, no need for elaborate plans. Just the two of them, their hands intertwined, their bodies swaying gently in unison. The air was alive with the sounds of a summer evening: the chirping chorus of crickets, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, the distant, mournful hoot of an owl. It was a perfect moment, exquisitely ordinary, yet imbued with a profound sense of significance.

"It's… hard to believe it's almost time," Sara whispered, her voice barely audible above the natural symphony. There was a tremor in her voice, a hint of the sadness she was trying so hard to contain. Robert nodded, his gaze fixed on the star-studded canvas that was slowly unfurling above them. "I know," he replied, his voice equally soft. "Feels like just yesterday I was stumbling through that first portal, terrified, completely clueless about what I was getting myself into." Sara managed a small, watery smile. "And now look at you," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and wistfulness. "A seasoned adventurer. A hero."

He turned to her, his eyes searching hers. "I couldn't have done any of it without you, Sara," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You've been my constant, my anchor. Your love, your support… it's what kept me going, even when things were at their darkest." Sara leaned her head against his shoulder, a sigh escaping her lips. "We'll be okay, Robert," she said, her voice firmer now, infused with a quiet strength. "We'll miss you… more than words can say. But we'll be strong. We'll make you proud."

Robert's throat tightened. "I know you will," he managed to say, his voice husky with emotion. He gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbones. "Thank you, Sara," he whispered. "For everything. For being my rock, my best friend, the love of my life." Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, a silent vow to hold onto their love across the vast, unforgiving expanse of time and space that would soon separate them.

When they finally broke apart, a single tear traced a glistening path down Sara's cheek. "Don't cry, my love," Robert whispered, gently wiping the tear away with his thumb. "Everything will be alright. I promise you." He wished he could be as certain as he sounded. Sara nodded, clinging to his words, to his presence, as if he were a lifeline in a turbulent sea. They sat in comfortable silence, two souls intertwined, their love a silent beacon against the approaching darkness. The simple comfort of holding each other was enough.

The weight of finality, sharp and undeniable, settled upon Robert as he entered his office. He ran a hand over the smooth, worn surface of his desk, his mind replaying the whirlwind of the past six months. It had all begun on a Tuesday, a day that had irrevocably shattered the ordinary and catapulted him into a realm of magic, monsters, and unimaginable challenges. And now, with a strange, almost poetic symmetry, another Tuesday marked the end of this extraordinary chapter.

He'd felt like he was living in a dream, one he didn't want to awaken from, but now, he was on the precipice, ready to face his new future. He'd meticulously reviewed every detail, ensuring his family's safety and preparing himself for the countless unknowns that awaited him. There was nothing left to do but savor these last few hours, this final dance of shared laughter and cherished memories with his family. Today was for them, for the quiet intimacy of being together, one last time. Tomorrow, the portal would reopen, beckoning him and Elara towards an uncertain destiny. Hal had informed him that it would materialize at precisely 1:27 pm, offering a three-hour window before the System intervened, forcibly returning him to his designated world.

"Why such a strict deadline?" Robert had asked, a flicker of curiosity piercing through the somber anticipation that had settled over him.

Efficiency, Robert, maintaining your presence here requires the System to expend energy, a counterproductive endeavor when its primary objective is to accumulate power. Six months was deemed a sufficient investment; extending it further serves no purpose.

"Right, I suppose that makes sense," Robert had conceded, a hint of sadness coloring his voice. "I guess it could have given me no time to say goodbye."

No Robert it could not have, the System is fair above all else. Not giving you time would have been unfair and cruel. The System is neither.

"A pragmatic approach, to say the least," Robert had murmured, a wry, almost bitter smile touching his lips. Before leaving his sanctuary, he paused, letting his gaze linger on the familiar objects that surrounded him. Sixteen years of memories were embedded in the worn leather of his desk chair, the overflowing bookshelves, the faded rug beneath his feet. A wave of poignant nostalgia washed over him, a bittersweet ache for the comfort and familiarity of this room, his haven, his refuge.

Stepping out of his office, he was greeted by a heartwarming surprise. Stacks of cardboard boxes, overflowing with books, lined the hallway. Sara, her eyes shining with love and understanding, explained, "We know how much you love to read, Robert. So we raided Amazon. It's a whole library, just for you. You might have read some of them before, but we wanted to make sure you had plenty to keep you company." Robert's heart swelled with gratitude. He ran his fingers over the spines of the books, recognizing many old favorites, beloved companions from his past.

He also saw many new titles, promising adventures and escapes. He carefully transferred each book to his inventory, 327 in total. They took up a considerable amount of space, but the sacrifice was worth it. He wasn't sure what kind of entertainment options his new world would offer, so he also added several decks of cards, a few beautifully crafted chess sets, and some other board games. Elara had grown fond of games, and he looked forward to sharing these simple pleasures with her.

The rest of the day was spent in the family room, a sanctuary of quiet togetherness. Outside, Elara played with the older children, their joyous laughter drifting in through the open windows. Seeing her so carefree, chasing a football with such exuberance, brought a bittersweet smile to Robert's face. Inside, a hushed stillness reigned. Sara sat beside him, their hands clasped tightly, a silent language passing between them. The weight of their impending separation was palpable, a heavy presence in the room. Words felt insufficient, hollow echoes in the face of such profound emotion.

Thomas, always the steady anchor of the family, was the first to speak. "Now, now," he said, his voice a low, comforting rumble, "let's not dwell on the sadness. Robert isn't disappearing forever; he's starting a new chapter. The world isn't ending; it's just… changing." His words, though simple, were a soothing balm, easing the tension that had gripped them all. Michael, his typically gruff demeanor softened by brotherly affection, added, "I'm gonna miss you, you little punk," he admitted, a rare display of vulnerability. "Just… take care of yourself, and keep Elara safe." David, his voice quiet but firm, echoed the sentiment. "We'll miss you, Rob. Be careful. And don't worry about anything here. Family takes care of family. We'll be here for Sara and the kids, always."

Emily, unable to contain her emotions, rushed to Robert and wrapped him in a fierce hug. He felt her tears soaking through his shirt, her small body trembling with sobs. "It'll be okay, Em," he murmured, stroking her hair. "It'll be okay."

"No, it won't," Emily choked out, her voice muffled against his chest, "but… but it will get better. Eventually. I'll miss you so much." Robert's mother, her eyes brimming with tears, offered her own farewell. "Robert, my darling boy," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "never forget us. And please, take care of Elara. She'll be just as lost as you are when you get there. No matter what this System says, she's still just a young girl. She needs you." The remainder of the day was a quiet continuation of this scene, a tapestry woven from shared presence, unspoken love, and the quiet, heartbreaking knowledge that this was, in all probability, their last day together.

Chapter 62

The final night was a carefully constructed sanctuary of quiet intimacy, a deliberate retreat from the looming specter of an indefinite separation. Robert and Sara sought refuge not in the oblivion of sleep, which would only serve to steal precious, irreplaceable moments, but in the profound, comforting connection of simply being together. Within the familiar embrace of their bedroom, they held each other close, their bodies intertwined, a tangible manifestation of the deep, unbreakable bond that defied the coming dawn and the journey it heralded.

Whispers filled the dimly lit space, a delicate, interwoven tapestry of shared memories, cherished dreams for the future (both Robert's and the family he was leaving behind), and the anxieties that gnawed, persistently, at the edges of their carefully constructed courage. There was no need for grand pronouncements or dramatic gestures; their love spoke volumes in the silence between words, in the gentle touch of hands, in the shared rhythm of their breathing. Sara traced the lines on Robert's face with a feather-light touch, her fingertips memorizing the familiar landscape, as if she could somehow imprint the very essence of him onto her soul, a tactile memory to hold onto during the long years of absence.

They reminisced, their voices soft and low, about the seemingly insignificant moments that, in retrospect, had woven the rich fabric of their life together. They spoke of their first awkward meeting, the hesitant blossoming of their early romance, the milestones that marked their journey as a couple and then a family. Each shared memory was a precious, gleaming jewel, carefully polished and brought forth to be admired, a reminder of the enduring strength of their connection.

They spoke, too, of their children, their individual personalities, their hopes and dreams for their futures, and the anxieties that accompanied the thought of raising them apart, separated by an unimaginable gulf. They confessed their deepest fears, the vulnerabilities they usually kept hidden from the world. Robert admitted his trepidation about the unknown world that awaited him, the potential dangers he might face, the gnawing fear of failure, of not being strong enough. Sara, in turn, shared her anxieties about the loneliness that threatened to engulf her, the daunting responsibility of guiding their children through life without him, the ever-present ache of his absence.

But even amidst the fear and uncertainty, a profound strength, a resilient core built upon years of shared love and unwavering support, shone through. Their love was not merely a feeling, but a tangible force, a shield against the encroaching darkness, a beacon of hope in the face of overwhelming odds. They held each other tighter, drawing solace and reassurance from the physical connection, from the steady, comforting beat of each other's hearts.

Their lovemaking that night was not a frantic, desperate grasping for fleeting pleasure, but a slow, deliberate, almost sacred act of communion. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered word of love was a testament to the depth and enduring power of their bond, a reaffirmation of their commitment, a silent, unbreakable promise to carry each other in their hearts, across any distance, through any challenge. It was a celebration of their shared life, a poignant farewell, and a hopeful prayer for a future reunion.

As the first hint of dawn began to paint the sky with soft hues of pink and gold, they lay awake, their bodies still entwined, their hearts heavy with the impending separation, yet strangely filled with a sense of serene acceptance. They had poured out their souls to each other, laid bare their vulnerabilities, and found strength in their shared love. That love, they knew, would be their anchor, their guiding star, their unwavering source of hope in the uncertain and challenging years that lay ahead. They had created a fortress of memories, strong enough to withstand the test of time and distance. The simple act of being present, fully and completely, had been their greatest gift to each other.

The morning arrived, not with a jarring intrusion, but as a gentle, almost imperceptible diffusion of light, filtering through the curtains and casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. It was a day ordained by forces beyond their control, a day of heart-wrenching goodbyes and the daunting, unavoidable embrace of a future fundamentally altered. Robert and Sara awoke to their final hours together on Earth, the weight of their impending separation pressing down on them with an almost physical force. A mixture of anticipation, dread, and a profound, overwhelming sorrow filled their hearts. The morning unfolded with a quiet, almost sacred reverence, a delicate, precarious balance between cherishing every fleeting moment of the present and acknowledging the looming reality of the irreversible parting that drew ever closer.

Breakfast was a subdued, almost silent gathering, the usual boisterous chatter and playful banter of the family replaced by soft murmurs, hesitant smiles, and lingering, meaningful glances. The children, their young faces etched with a sadness and understanding that belied their tender years, clung to Robert and Elara with a desperate, almost heartbreaking intensity. Their small hands gripped their clothes as if they could, through sheer willpower, prevent the inevitable departure. Their eyes were red-rimmed from unshed tears, and their smiles were fragile and wavering, tinged with the poignant awareness that this was a goodbye unlike any they had ever experienced.

As the hours slipped relentlessly away, a sense of urgency, bordering on panic, began to permeate the household. Last-minute preparations, often clumsy and hurried, were made. Heartfelt hugs were exchanged, each embrace lingering a little longer than usual, each touch imbued with a depth of emotion that words could never adequately express. Tears flowed freely, a shared language of love, loss, and the enduring strength of family bonds.

Robert, feeling the need for a moment of solitary reflection, to gather his strength and steel his resolve, stepped out onto the back porch. The cool morning air, a refreshing contrast to the emotionally charged atmosphere within the house, washed over him. He tilted his head back, gazing up at the vast expanse of the pre-dawn sky, a canvas of deep indigo and fading violet, the stars still faintly visible, like tiny diamonds scattered across a velvet cloth. He knew this sky, these familiar constellations, the gentle, comforting glow of the moon. And he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that he would not see this sky again for centuries.

A wave of poignant longing, so intense it was almost unbearable, washed over him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds of his backyard, committing them to memory: the cheerful, almost defiant chirping of robins, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, the distant, rhythmic chirping of crickets, even the familiar, frustrating yells of his elderly neighbor, Mr. Henderson, engaged in his daily, unwinnable battle against the squirrels that perpetually raided his bird feeders. He even found a strange comfort in the distant wail of a police siren. Sounds of home.

Drawn by an unseen force, he returned to his office, his sanctuary, the place where he had spent countless hours planning, strategizing, and managing the complexities of his extraordinary life. He ran his hand over the smooth, polished surface of his desk, traced the familiar patterns in the wood, paused before his bookshelves, each volume a silent testament to his lifelong love of learning and the escape that reading provided. A wave of sharp, bittersweet nostalgia washed over him, a profound ache for the familiar comfort and security of this space, his refuge, his haven. With a heavy heart, he bid a silent farewell to his office, closing the door on a chapter of his life that had defined him, shaped him, made him the man he was.

He emerged to find his family gathered, their faces reflecting a mixture of sadness, apprehension, and an underlying current of strength and resilience. The weight of the impending separation hung heavy in the air, almost palpable. Robert, his voice thick with emotion, addressed them, his words a testament to the deep love and gratitude that filled his heart. He spoke of their unbreakable bond, their cherished memories, their unwavering support.

He knelt before his children, looking into each beloved face, imprinting their features on his memory. He spoke of love, courage, and kindness, promising to always be with them in spirit. He turned to Sara, his eyes locking with hers, conveying a love that defied words, a love that transcended time and space. He thanked her for being his everything. He hugged each family member, sharing individual words of parting, tears flowing freely.

Finally, he and Sara shared one last, lingering kiss, a promise of enduring connection. As they separated, the shimmering portal materialized. Elara, unexpectedly, broke free and embraced each member of the family, whispering goodbyes. Then, returning to Robert's side, she took his hand. Together, they paused at the threshold, their gazes sweeping across the faces of their loved ones. A silent exchange passed between them, a tapestry of unspoken words, shared memories, and enduring love. With a deep breath, and a shared look that said, "We're in this together," they stepped into the unknown, leaving behind silence, a void, and a family bound by grief, but also by the unbreakable strength of their love.

Chapter 63

The abrupt transition left them disoriented. One moment they were enveloped by the familiar warmth of their home, the next they stood within a stark white room, devoid of any discernible features. No doors, no windows, just an endless expanse of white stretching in every direction. Elara, her eyes wide with apprehension, turned to Robert, her voice barely above a whisper. "Robert, is this... where we were supposed to go?

In a manner of speaking, child. Before I send you on, there are a few things you need to decide.

"Hello System, so what is it we need to decide?" Robert asked.

First, it is my understanding that you wish to retain the services of Hal. A rather quaint name, I must say. It took me a moment to decipher your intent, but I must confess, it elicited a certain... amusement.

"Yes, System," Robert confirmed, a hint of gratitude in his voice. "I would be honored to keep Hal with me, if that is permissible."

Granted. Next, we must address the matter of your arrival. Do you wish to remain together, or shall I deposit you in separate locations? Rest assured, you would still be on the same planet, but your initial destinations could differ.

Elara, her face etched with fear at the prospect of separation, instinctively clutched Robert's arm. "Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "don't leave me." Robert, his heart aching at her vulnerability, pulled her into a comforting embrace. "Fear not, dear girl," he murmured, his voice filled with reassurance. "We face this new world together. System, we will be arriving together, if you please."

Very well, A curious preference, but I shall honor your request. Finally, we must discuss your reward. You have performed a valuable service, and it is only fitting that you receive compensation beyond the agreed-upon terms. To that end, I have carefully considered what would best serve your needs. Young Elara, I bestow upon you the uncommon perk of Lesser Regeneration, to aid in your self-preservation. Furthermore, you shall receive the Learned Trait, increasing your skill growth by a modest two percent.

Elara, her face radiant with gratitude, expressed her thanks to the System for its generosity.

And for you, Robert, I grant you the passive ability Danger Sense. This will allow you to perceive potential threats within a hundred-foot radius. I also enhance your Identify skill by one Tier and offer you the choice of one additional skill: Armorcrafting or Tracking.

Robert pondered for a moment, weighing the potential benefits of each option. "Thank you for these gifts, System," he finally replied. "I believe Tracking will prove most useful in this new world."

Excellent choice, With that, our business is concluded. I wish you both good fortune in your future endeavors. Robert, when next we communicate, it will be time for your return to Earth.

As the System's voice faded, a new portal shimmered into existence, its swirling energy beckoning them forward. With a shared glance and a deep breath, Robert and Elara stepped through, the portal closing behind them as they vanished from the white room. They materialized on the grassy shoulder of a well-worn dirt road, the air filled with the sounds of birdsong and the scent of pine needles.

A dense forest bordered one side of the road, while in the distance, the sun dipped towards the horizon, casting long shadows on the imposing walls of a small town. "Well," Robert said, surveying their surroundings, "I suppose heading towards the town seems like a logical first step. What do you think, Elara?" "A wise choice, I believe," Elara replied, her gaze following the setting sun. "And if we make haste, we might just reach those walls before nightfall."

Stepping onto the well-worn dirt road, Robert and Elara began their trek towards the distant town. They soon discovered, however, that the path was more meandering than it initially appeared. What should have been a leisurely hour or two stretched into a three-hour journey as the road twisted and turned, following the contours of the gently rolling landscape. The sun, a fiery orb sinking towards the horizon, cast long shadows that danced and played tricks on their eyes, making the journey seem even longer.

Finally, as twilight painted the sky in hues of purple and orange, they arrived at the imposing wooden gate that marked the entrance to Oakhaven. A lone guard, his youthful face etched with boredom, leaned against the gatepost, seemingly oblivious to their approach. At their appearance, however, he straightened with a jolt, his hand instinctively moving towards the sword at his hip. He stepped forward, blocking their path with an air of practiced authority. "State your names and purpose for entering Oakhaven," he demanded, his voice surprisingly strong despite his weary demeanor.

Robert, a disarming smile gracing his lips, replied with easy confidence, "I am Robert, and this is Elara. We seek lodging for the night. Can you direct us to an inn with available rooms?" The guard, his initial suspicion momentarily forgotten, scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Well now," he mused, "the inn shouldn't be full at this time of year. Travelers are few and far between these days. Entry will cost you two coppers each." With a nonchalant shrug, Robert produced the required coins, and then inquired about the inn's location. "Simple enough," the guard replied, gesturing with a lazy sweep of his hand. "Follow this road straight through the gate. It leads to the town square. The inn's the only one in Oakhaven, so you can't miss it." With that, he retreated back to his post, his interest in them waning as quickly as it had arisen. He slumped back against the gatepost, resuming his vigil with an air of weary indifference.

Passing through the sturdy oak gates, Robert and Elara were greeted by a scene of surprising activity for such a small town. Lanterns cast a warm glow over the cobbled streets, illuminating bustling figures and lively conversations. As they made their way towards the town center, they encountered a steady stream of townsfolk – a farmer leading a laden donkey, a group of children chasing a stray dog, a pair of women engaged in animated gossip.

Most greeted them with friendly smiles and nods, while a few, their faces etched with weariness or preoccupation, passed by with barely a glance. The heart of Oakhaven was a charming square, dominated by a towering oak tree whose branches reached towards the heavens like gnarled arms. Beneath its protective canopy stood a sturdy three-story building, its windows glowing invitingly in the deepening twilight. A weathered sign creaked gently above the doorway, proclaiming it to be "The Golden Oak."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, they stepped into a cozy haven of warmth and light. The inn's common room was a welcoming space, its walls lined with rough-hewn timber and its floor worn smooth by countless footsteps. Robert's keen eye quickly assessed the layout: fifteen or so sturdy tables, each capable of accommodating seven people, occupied the main floor, while a long, inviting bar stretched along the back wall, its counter lined with stools. A set of stairs leading to the upper floor ascended from the left side of the room, and a closed door to the right presumably led to the kitchens. Two of the tables were occupied – one by a family enjoying a boisterous meal, the other by a group whose well-worn armor and assortment of weapons hinted at adventurous lives.

Behind the bar stood a man who seemed the embodiment of a seasoned innkeeper. His weathered face and twinkling eyes spoke of countless tales and encounters, while his practiced hands meticulously polished a gleaming tankard. He exuded an air of quiet competence and welcoming hospitality, the perfect host for weary travelers seeking respite and refuge.

Approaching the bar with a weary but hopeful air, Robert addressed the innkeeper. "Good evening, sir. I am Robert, and this is my student and ward, Elara. We are travelers seeking lodging for a few nights. Would you have two rooms available? We would also be grateful for meals and, if possible, access to a bath." The innkeeper, his weathered face crinkling into a welcoming smile, replied, "Rooms we have aplenty, especially this time of year. It's the quiet season, you see. We offer comfortable lodgings with the option of dinner and breakfast, and indeed, a bathhouse is available for our guests." He paused, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Those extras do come at a slight additional cost, of course."

"Of course," Robert acknowledged with a slight nod. "The rooms are a silver a night each" the innkeeper confirmed. "An extra twenty coppers per person, if you wish to include meals, and the bath, will be three coppers each." Robert, a shrewd negotiator, considered the offer for a moment. "We'd like the rooms for four nights," he proposed. "How about nine silver for the lot?" The innkeeper stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes assessing the travelers before him. After a brief pause, he declared, "Done! Welcome to the Golden Oak. I am Orin Thistlewood, at your service."

Robert expressed his gratitude and handed over the agreed-upon sum. "Much obliged," Orin replied, accepting the payment with a flourish. "Here are your keys. Your rooms are on the upper floor, the first two doors on the left. Dinner service has commenced, but you have two hours yet before the kitchen closes, so feel free to settle in first. If you desire a bath this evening, simply let me know, and I'll provide the key to the bathhouse. It's a single room, mind you, but enchanted to maintain pristine waters and a steady supply of fresh towels. Soap, however," he added with a wink, "is an additional luxury."

Robert just laughed, "We have soap, I'm sure Elara would love to get a bath in before dinner. If possible I will bathe after." Taking the keys Robert and Elara headed up to check the rooms. Happy with what they saw, Robert handed her to key to the bathhouse and headed down to the great room while she bathed.

Chapter 64

Robert settled into a vacant table at the Golden Oak Inn, the warmth of the establishment a welcome balm after his long journey. The air hummed with the low murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses, a comforting symphony of everyday life. No sooner had he taken his seat than a young woman, her movements brisk and efficient yet imbued with genuine friendliness, approached. "Welcome to the Golden Oak!" she chirped, her voice bright and cheerful.

"Tonight's special is our Hearty Traveler's Stew. It's a rich and savory blend of tender venison, perfectly cooked root vegetables, earthy wild mushrooms, and hearty barley, all simmered to perfection in a flavorful broth seasoned with a secret blend of herbs and a generous splash of Dwarven stout. It's served with a crusty loaf of freshly baked bread, still warm from the oven – perfect for soaking up every last drop. It's a meal guaranteed to satisfy even the most ravenous of appetites, especially after a long journey." She paused, her eyes twinkling with a hint of playful mischief. "And, of course, we have a fine selection of ales and wines, carefully chosen to complement your meal."

"That sounds absolutely delicious," Robert replied, his stomach rumbling in agreement, a genuine smile replacing the weariness on his face. "I think I'll have to try the stew. It sounds like exactly what I need." He hesitated for a moment, then added with a grin, "And perhaps a side of those roasted potatoes I overheard you mentioning earlier. My journey has definitely worked up an appetite." He hadn't realized how hungry he was until the aroma of food filled the air. "An excellent choice, sir!" Anya beamed, her cheerful demeanor radiating a warmth that instantly put Robert at ease. "A wise decision – they're roasted with rosemary and garlic, perfectly crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside." she beamed, her cheerful demeanor radiating warmth. "And will you be dining alone this evening?"

"My ward will be joining me shortly," Robert explained, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But, you know how it is," he added with a conspiratorial wink, "a lady should never be rushed when she's enjoying a well-deserved bath. I'll go ahead and place my order now, and she can decide what she'd like when she arrives." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the impressive array of bottles displayed behind the bar. "And for a drink… I think I'll try one of your local ales. Something… authentic to the region."

"Wonderful!" the waitress, her smile widening. "I'll bring you our Oakhaven Amber – it's brewed right here in town, using locally sourced hops. It has a lovely, malty flavor with a hint of caramel." She scribbled his order onto a small pad. "I'll have your meal out in just a few minutes. My name is Anya, by the way. Please, don't hesitate to call if you need anything at all." With a final, friendly nod and a graceful swish of her skirts, she bustled away, leaving Robert to relax and soak in the cozy atmosphere of the inn.

He took a moment to observe his surroundings. The common room was bustling with activity, a comforting blend of locals and travelers. The family he had noticed earlier had departed, leaving behind an empty table and the faint scent of spilled ale. However, the table of adventurers remained, their conversation flowing with a lively, boisterous energy. One of the men, though, sat somewhat apart from the group, nursing his drink with a thoughtful, almost melancholic air. He caught Robert's eye and offered a courteous nod of greeting, a silent acknowledgment of shared space, a shared moment in this transient haven for weary travelers. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the unspoken camaraderie of those who found themselves far from home.

Minutes later, Anya reappeared, balancing a tray laden with a feast that was a sight to behold. With practiced grace, she set a steaming bowl of stew before Robert, its aroma filling the air with a tantalizing blend of savory spices, roasted meat, and earthy vegetables. It was a symphony of scents that instantly made his mouth water.

A small, separate plate piled high with golden-brown, perfectly roasted potatoes followed, and finally, a frothy mug of ale, its amber surface shimmering invitingly in the warm candlelight. "One Hearty Traveler's Stew with roasted potatoes, and our Oakhaven Amber," she announced, placing each item with care. "Enjoy your meal, sir. I'll be back to check on you and take your ward's order when she arrives." With another genuinely friendly smile, she departed, leaving Robert to fully appreciate the culinary masterpiece before him.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the rich, complex fragrance that wafted from the bowl. It was clear that the Golden Oak Inn boasted a cook of exceptional skill; the stew smelled absolutely divine, a promise of comfort and satisfaction. Lifting a spoonful to his lips, he confirmed that the taste more than lived up to the enticing aroma

The venison was incredibly tender, melting in his mouth, the vegetables were cooked to perfection, retaining just the right amount of firmness, and the broth was infused with a depth of flavor that hinted at hours of slow, careful simmering, a masterful blend of herbs and spices. The potatoes, crispy and golden on the outside, fluffy and light within, provided the perfect textural counterpoint to the hearty stew. It was, without a doubt, an exceptionally well-prepared and satisfying meal, a true testament to the culinary arts. He took a long draught of the ale, finding it to be the perfect complement to the rich stew.

As he neared the end of his fulfilling repast, feeling a comfortable warmth spreading through him, Elara emerged from the hallway, her face refreshed and her eyes sparkling with renewed energy. "Oh, that smells heavenly!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she approached the table and took the seat beside him. Before she could say more, Anya reappeared, her timing, as always, impeccable. "Welcome back," she greeted Elara with a warm, welcoming smile. "Are you ready to order, or would you like a few moments to peruse the menu?"

Elara, her appetite clearly stimulated by the enticing aroma that filled the air, glanced at Robert's mostly empty bowl and then back at Anya. "I think I'll have the same," she said decisively. "The Traveler's Stew. But," she added with a slight smile, "perhaps I'll skip the potatoes. I'm not quite as ravenous as Robert, it seems. A simple glass of water would be perfect, she added. Anya quickly jotted down the order, and with a promise of a swift return, she disappeared back into the kitchen. She returned shortly with Elara's meal, and soon both were immersed in the enjoyment of their dinner, exchanging satisfied murmurs and agreeing that the Golden Oak's culinary offerings were indeed exceptional, a true highlight of their journey.

With their hunger fully sated and a sense of weary contentment settling over them, a peaceful quietude enveloping their table, Robert and Elara bid each other goodnight and prepared to retire for the evening. Robert, seeking to soothe his travel-worn body and ease the lingering aches from his long journey, decided to make use of the inn's bathhouse. The steaming water, infused with fragrant herbs and soothing oils, worked its magic, easing the tension from his muscles and calming his restless mind. It was a welcome respite, a moment of tranquility before facing the uncertainties of sleep.

After returning the bathhouse key to Orin with a grateful nod and a sincere thank you, he climbed the stairs to his room, a simple but clean and comfortable space. Closing the door behind him, he sank onto the surprisingly comfortable bed, the soft mattress a welcome change from the unforgiving ground he had often slept on during his arduous dungeon trials. But despite the physical comforts, despite the delicious meal and the soothing bath, his mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. The events of the day, the poignant farewells, the looming uncertainties of the future, and the gaping, aching hole left by his family's absence weighed heavily on his heart. He felt a profound sense of loneliness, a deep, visceral ache that no amount of physical comfort could alleviate.

He reached into his inventory, his fingers trembling slightly, and retrieved a framed photograph, a cherished memento of his life back on Earth. He gazed at the smiling faces of Sara and the children, their images frozen in time, a captured moment of joy and togetherness. A wave of longing, so intense it was almost physical, washed over him. The realization that this photograph, this small, rectangular piece of paper, was now his only tangible connection to his loved ones brought fresh, stinging tears to his eyes. He clutched the photograph to his chest, as if he could somehow absorb their presence through the cold glass.

For what felt like an eternity, he sat there, enveloped in the quiet solitude of his room, allowing the grief, the pain, the overwhelming sense of loss, to wash over him. He wept for the stolen moments, the missed birthdays, the everyday joys and sorrows of family life that he would now be denied for an immeasurable span of time. He wept for Sara, his beloved wife, his soulmate, the anchor of his existence. He wept for his children, the lights of his life, the source of his greatest joy and his deepest love.

As the hours crept slowly by, and the moon climbed high in the inky sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the room, a sense of weary acceptance, a quiet resignation, began to settle over him. The tears eventually subsided, leaving behind a hollow ache, a profound emptiness. He carefully tucked the photograph away, making a silent promise to himself to cherish it, to keep the memory of his family alive in his heart, to let their love be his guiding light.

Climbing into bed, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion that finally, mercifully, claimed him. Tomorrow would be a new day, the first day of a new chapter in his life, a chapter filled with uncertainty and challenges. He would face it with courage, with determination, and with the unwavering love of his family as his constant companion, his source of strength, his reason for being. He drifted off to sleep, the image of Sara's smiling face the last thing he saw before darkness enveloped him.

End Book 1

Name:
Robert Williams

Class 1:
Grand Archmagi of Creation(MU)

HP: 11934
Common Perks: 2

Race:
Human Tier F

Class 2: N/A
MP: 390077
Uncommon Perks: 0

Gender: Male
Class 3: N/A
Stamina: 11224
Rare Perks: 1

Level: 78
Profession 1:
Mythic Enchanter of the Healing Light(MU)

Skill Points: 4
Legendary Perks: 1

Strength: 70
Profession 2: N/A
Unlocked Skill Points: 5
Mythical Perks: 0

Dexterity: 239
XP: 8731221
Total Points: 9
Divine Perks: 0

Constitution: 153
XP to Level:
9000000

RES:
All 13 except Phy(20), Fire(35%)

Intelligence: 355
Remaining XP:
301437

Wisdom: 355

Charisma: 60
Free Stat Points: 69

Willpower: 35

Perception: 35

Endurance: 25

B1 Side Story 1 (Elara and Teenage Life on Earth)

Elara, perched precariously on the edge of the plush sofa like a bird about to take flight, felt a familiar ache deep within her. It was a hollowness, a void shaped like the family she had lost, and it echoed in her chest as she watched the flickering images on the TV. Stacey, her new Earth sister, had insisted they watch this teen drama, something about the "realities" of middle school.

It depicted a world of crowded hallways, slamming lockers, and dramatic arguments over stuff that seemed totally unimportant to Elara. It felt more like a fantasy than the stories of magic and mythical creatures Robert was trying to teach her. "Is this... how it really is?" Elara asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could almost hear the rushing water of the river that ran through Whitewater, a constant, comforting presence.

Now just a ghost of a sound in her memory. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, where a girl was sobbing dramatically after being, according to Stacey's expert commentary, "dumped" by her crush. Stacey, sprawled on the floor amidst a chaotic landscape of magazines and half-eaten bags of chips, snorted. "Duh, Elara. This is, like, totally real life. Middle school is a battlefield."

Elara's brow furrowed. Back in Whitewater, the small farming village nestled beside the roaring river, life's dramas revolved around the changing seasons, the health of the crops, and the occasional dispute over land boundaries. There had been no such thing as "crushes" or "being dumped," at least not in the way these middle schoolers seemed to experience them.

Love was a quiet, enduring thing, a partnership forged in shared labor and mutual respect, not this whirlwind of fleeting emotions and public displays of affection. The memory of her mother and father, their hands clasped as they walked through the fields, brought a fresh wave of grief.

"So, these… pre-teens," Elara began, carefully choosing her words, trying to understand the building blocks of this world and the one she came from. "They spend their days engaged in these… social rituals? With the dating and the...friend drama?" "Yeah, basically," Stacey replied, flipping through a magazine with a practiced flick of the wrist.

"It's all about who's friends with who, who has a crush on who, and who's wearing what. It's, like, super important." Elara's mind, usually so sharp and quick, felt sluggish and confused. Popularity? In Whitewater, respect was earned through hard work, kindness, and contributing to the community.

The closest thing to "popularity" was perhaps old Agnes, whose apple cider was renowned throughout the valley. But even Agnes wouldn't understand the concept of "cheating" on a crush, as was currently playing out in dramatic fashion on the screen. "Parties?" Elara questioned, the word feeling strange and unfamiliar on her tongue.

"What are these… parties?" Stacey looked up, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Are you serious? You don't know what a party is? Okay, picture this: loud music, dancing, a ton of people you barely know crammed into one place..." She trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You should totally come to one, Elara! It’ll be a blast." The thought of navigating this strange new world, filled with its own set of unspoken rules and social landmines, sent a shiver down Elara's spine. It was a different kind of fear than she'd felt that night, the night the goblins came.

To Whitewater, their guttural cries shattering the peace, their torches turning the familiar landscape into a hellish inferno. But it was no less potent. Yet, a part of her, the part that yearned to understand, to belong, felt a tiny spark of curiosity. "I… I suppose I could try," she conceded, her voice barely a murmur.

Stacey beamed. "Awesome! There’s this, like, totally huge party this weekend. It's at Tiffany's. She's, like, the most popular girl in school." "Tiffany?" The name meant nothing to Elara. In her world, names were tied to families, to trades, to the land itself, like Miller or Riverstone.

"Yeah, Tiffany Miller. She's the head cheerleader, and like, everyone wants to be her friend." Elara struggled to grasp the concept. In Whitewater, leadership was a responsibility, not a prize. The village elder, a wise woman Elara respected deeply, had earned her position through years of service, not through cheerleading or social maneuvering.

Over the next few days, Elara threw herself into the study of middle school life with the same determination she'd once applied to learning the uses of herbs from her mother. She observed Stacey and her brothers, noting their interactions, their strange, clipped language, and their constant use of small, glowing rectangles they called "phones."

John, the eldest, seemed largely uninterested in the social stuff that consumed his sister. He was more concerned with his studies, a concept Elara could understand. Richard, however, seemed to thrive in this strange world. He talked endlessly about sports and girls, his speech peppered with slang Elara struggled to decipher.

One evening, while Richard was attempting to teach her how to throw a "football" in the backyard, a far cry from tossing seed into freshly tilled soil, Elara decided to try to understand the core of it all. "So, Rich," she asked, her brow furrowed in concentration. "What is the purpose of this… popularity?"

Richard, mid-throw, paused, a puzzled expression on his face. “The purpose? I don't know, El. It’s just… cool, I guess. You get invited places, people know who you are... and you get to hang out with the cool kids." He trailed off, a dreamy look in his eyes.

Elara frowned. It seemed to her that this "popularity" was a hollow pursuit, a fleeting illusion, like the shimmering heat haze on a summer day in the fields of Whitewater. In her village, a good harvest, a healthy family, a roof over one's head – these were the things that mattered.

These were the things that brought true satisfaction. The memory of her family, working together in the fields, their faces etched with contentment, brought a fresh pang of loss. Sara, ever perceptive, noticed Elara's quiet struggle to understand. She tried to offer some perspective, a bridge between Elara's world and this one.

"It's a phase, Elara," she said one afternoon while they were baking cookies, the warm, familiar scent filling the kitchen, a comforting echo of Elara's lost home, of her mother's kitchen back in Whitewater. "They're trying to figure out who they are, where they fit in. It's confusing, even for them."

"Just be patient, be kind. That's all anyone really needs." Elara appreciated Sara's wisdom. She was beginning to see that these "phases," as strange and unsettling as they seemed, were a part of growing up, a universal experience, even if the specifics differed drastically between her world and this one.

As the day of the party approached, Elara's anxiety grew. The memory of the goblin raid, the screams, the fire, the loss of everything she held dear, seemed to press down on her, a heavy weight in her chest, a constant undercurrent like the relentless rush of the Whitewater River.

How could she possibly navigate this frivolous world of middle schoolers when the echoes of that night still haunted her every waking moment? Stacey, sensing her apprehension, took it upon herself to prepare Elara for this social ordeal. "Okay, Elara, rule number one: no talking about, like, your old life."

"People might think you're, you know, weird." Elara nodded, though the idea of concealing her past, of pretending she hadn't lost everything, felt like a betrayal of her family's memory, a dam against the river of her grief. "Rule number two: dress code. We're going for 'casual but cute'."

Stacey rummaged through her closet, pulling out a pair of jeans, a brightly colored top. Elara eyed the clothes with suspicion. They looked far removed from the sturdy, practical clothes she'd worn in Whitewater. "Are these… necessary?" "Totally! They'll make you look cool. Trust me on this one."

Elara doubted that very much, but she allowed Stacey to dress her, feeling like a scarecrow being adorned with ribbons. The clothes felt alien against her skin, a stark contrast to the simple, homespun fabrics she was used to, fabrics her mother had woven with her own hands.

"Rule number three: don't just stand there like a lump. Mingle! Talk to people! And if someone talks to you, don't just stare at them!" Elara's stomach clenched. "Mingle? How does one... mingle?" Stacey sighed dramatically. "Ugh, Elara, it's not that hard. Just, like, walk around and say hi to people."

"It's, like, basic human interaction." The night of the party arrived, and Elara, feeling like an imposter in her borrowed clothes, stood in the doorway of Tiffany Miller's house. The music was loud, a jarring contrast to the quiet nights of Whitewater, punctuated only by the chirping of crickets.

The gentle rustling of leaves, and the ever-present roar of the river. The air was thick with unfamiliar scents, a mixture of body sprays and something sweet and artificial. The house was packed with kids, a swirling mass of bodies that seemed to move as one, a strange, pulsating organism.

Elara felt a wave of panic, a feeling of being utterly and completely alone, even in this crowd. The memories of the raid flooded back, the fear, the chaos, the loss. How could she pretend to be one of these carefree middle schoolers when her heart was still heavy with grief?

When the ghosts of her past, of her family, of Whitewater, were her constant companions? Stacey, ever the social butterfly, quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving Elara to fend for herself. She stood awkwardly by a table laden with food she didn't recognize, clutching a plastic cup filled with a brightly colored liquid.

This, she decided, was a mistake. She didn't belong here. She belonged in the fields, with the earth under her fingernails and the sun on her face. She belonged with her family, with the simple, honest life they had built together in Whitewater. Just as she was about to retreat, to seek refuge in the quiet of the backyard.

A voice startled her. "Hey, you're new here, right?" Elara turned to see a boy standing beside her. He was a little taller than her, with messy brown hair and kind eyes that reminded her a little of her younger brother, Thomas, before... before the goblins came.

Elara, remembering Stacey's advice to at least try, managed a small smile. "Yes, I am. I'm Elara." "I'm Mark," he said, offering a hand to shake. "So, Elara, what do you think of this... party?" Elara hesitated, then decided to be honest. "It's... overwhelming," she admitted, her voice barely audible above the music.

Mark chuckled. "Yeah, it can be a bit much. I'm not really a fan of these things myself, to be honest." And so, Elara found herself in conversation with Mark, a boy who seemed just as out of place in this world of middle school drama as she was.

They talked about books, about nature, about things that mattered, things that resonated with the quiet, simple life she had known in Whitewater. He didn't ask about her past, didn't press her for details she wasn't ready to share. He simply listened, and for the first time since arriving on Earth.

Elara felt a flicker of connection, a sense of being seen, not for who she was pretending to be, but for who she truly was. Perhaps, she thought, as the music pulsed around her and the laughter of middle schoolers filled the air, perhaps this world wasn't entirely devoid of meaning.

Perhaps, amidst the noise and the superficiality, there were still moments of genuine connection to be found. The pain of her past, the loss of Whitewater, would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, a powerful current beneath the surface. But maybe, just maybe, she could find a way.

To live in this new world, to carry the memory of her home within her heart while forging a new path, one awkward step at a time. The journey was far from over, but for the first time, Elara felt a glimmer of hope, a fragile seed of possibility taking root within her.

As tenacious as the wildflowers that bloomed each spring along the banks of the Whitewater River. And maybe, just maybe, she would find friends in this strange new world. But for now, talking to Mark was a good start.

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