Chapter 20: Humans!
[ Name: Ren Arken
Age: 14
Race: Human
Strength: 30
Agility: 2000
Vitality: 200
Mana: ~~~
Spiritual: ~~~
Intellect: 1, 000
Unique Skills:
-magic cards -appraisal -evil gaze -strengthen -leap -basic magics -fire magic -Fire Archmagic -illusion magic -water magic -light magic -nature magic -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom ]
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Magic Knight Order
The order of the magic knights is the special troops of the Grandaria kingdom consist of advanced warriors and mages that recruited every year in the knight department.
The magic knights are ranked the top as the most terrifying special troops. There are some conditions to join the magic knights:
The registrant must be a noble
The registration fee is 2 gold coin
The registrant must graduate from the Avalon the Academy of magic and sword
-The Order of The Magic Knights book, Grandaria Library, Grandaria Capital
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As Oz ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, the name "Grandaria kingdom" echoed softly in his thoughts like the whisper of wind through ancient boughs. The kingdom, known for its turbulent history, had long been a specter haunting the land, its shadow cast over the lives of those who dwelled within its reach.
"The kingdom that wrought havoc upon the tribe before my arrival in this world," Oz murmured to himself, his voice a mere whisper amidst the rustling leaves. The weight of history hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the trials that lay ahead.
With measured steps, Oz pressed on toward the north, his destination clear in his mind's eye. Yet, he moved with caution, mindful of the dangers lurking within the dense foliage of the forest. Every step was deliberate, every sense attuned to the subtle rhythms of the natural world.
As the hours slipped by like grains of sand in an hourglass, Oz found himself immersed in the endless expanse of greenery that stretched before him. The forest seemed to go on without end, a labyrinth of shadows and secrets waiting to be unveiled.
Pausing to catch his breath, Oz settled upon a moss-covered rock, the perfect perch for a weary traveler seeking respite. With a gentle sigh, he reached into his pack, fingers brushing against the cool fabric that held his provisions. It was then that memories stirred within him, memories of laughter and camaraderie shared beneath the canopy of stars.
"Geeta..." Oz whispered softly, the name a bittersweet melody that danced upon his lips. In the flickering firelight of his mind's eye, he saw her, the goblin girl with eyes like embers and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights.
Drawing forth a bundle wrapped in cloth, Oz uncovered a feast fit for kings—a bounty of griffin meat, tender and succulent, a testament to the bonds forged in the heat of battle. Together, they had feasted upon the spoils of victory, their laughter mingling with the crackle of the fire.
Yet, amidst the warmth of the flames, a shadow of concern flickered across Oz's brow. With a furrowed brow, he cast his gaze inward, grappling with the mysteries that shrouded his newfound strength.
"Ah, I nearly forgot," he muttered to himself, the words tumbling forth like leaves caught in a gust of wind. "What of my status? What alchemy has wrought this transformation upon my form?"
[ Name: Ren Arken
Age: 14
Race: Human
Strength: 500
Agility: 10, 000
Vitality: 2, 000
Mana: ~~~
Spiritual: ~~~
Intellect: 1, 000
Unique Skills:
-magic cards -appraisal -evil gaze -strengthen -leap -basic magics -fire magic -Fire Archmagic -illusion magic -water magic -light magic -nature magic -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom ]
!!!???
(My strength, agility, and vitality got increased for more than 10 folds!)
(I wonder why, ah, I do push myself to the limit at the battle with the goblin duke back then, huh)
(Okay, while we're at it, let's try to use the half-equipped system)
"Goblin duke card, half equip!"
"Ectra Python card, half equip!"
"Griffin card, half equip!"
"Orc baron card, half equip!"
"Demon duke card, half equip!"
Oz's body suddenly covered with a thick layer of blue lights.
*Whoosh*
[ Name: Ren Arken
Age: 14
Race: Human
Strength: 101.500
Agility: 20.300
Vitality: 500.400
Mana: ~~~
Spiritual: ~~~
Intellect: 10.000
Half equipped: -Goblin duke card - Orc baron card -Ectra Python card -Griffin card -Demon duke card
Unique Skills:
-magic cards -appraisal -evil gaze -strengthen -leap -basic magics -fire magic -Fire Archmagic -illusion magic -water magic -light magic -nature magic -Grimoire of death -Real Clone [Heavenly Slime] -Eye of Wisdom ]
The sight that greeted Oz as the status board materialized before him left him momentarily speechless, his eyes widening in awe and disbelief. Each line of text, each glowing symbol seemed to pulse with an otherworldly power, a testament to the profound transformation that had taken root within him.
"By the gods..." Oz breathed, his voice barely a whisper amidst the thrum of magic that surrounded him. "Invincible."
The word hung heavy in the air, a declaration of strength and resilience that resonated deep within his soul. Though his body remained unchanged, the surge of power coursing through his veins was undeniable—a raw, primal force that danced in harmony with the qi that flowed within him.
Yet, even as he marveled at his newfound abilities, a sense of caution tugged at the corners of his mind. The Grandaria kingdom loomed on the horizon, a beacon of both promise and peril. To reveal his true strength now would be to court danger, to invite the attention of forces beyond his control.
"I must tread carefully," Oz murmured, his words a solemn vow sworn to the winds. "Safety first, above all else."
With a practiced motion, he reached out to unequip the cards that adorned his person, a silent gesture of concealment that cloaked his true nature from prying eyes. As the glow of the status board faded, Oz felt the weight of his decision settle upon his shoulders—a burden borne in service to a greater purpose.
But just as he prepared to fade into the shadows, a sudden realization dawned upon him—a flicker of inspiration that set his heart ablaze with possibility.
"The Real clone skill!" he exclaimed, a spark of excitement igniting within him. "Summon! Real clone!"
With a flourish of his hand and a whispered incantation, Oz summoned forth the echoes of his power, beckoning forth a mirror image of himself to stand by his side. Yet, as the light of magic faded, it was not a clone that greeted him, but another status board—a tantalizing glimpse into the mysteries that lay beyond the veil of reality.
[Summon real clone options:
-Goblin duke -Python -Griffin -Orc baron -Demon duke]
"Hmm, decisions, decisions," Oz mused, his mind alight with possibilities. "If we're venturing into human territory, then summoning the Griffin it is!"
With a flourish of his hand, Oz invoked the ancient magic, conjuring forth a thick cloud of smoke that billowed and swirled before him like a cloak of shadows. And from the depths of the mist emerged a majestic creature—a Griffin, its feathers shimmering in the dappled light of the forest.
"Wow, incredible!" Oz exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with wonder as he beheld the creature before him. The Griffin stood tall and proud, its noble visage a testament to its legendary lineage.
But as Oz reveled in the thrill of the moment, a sudden dizziness washed over him, and he found himself gazing upon his own form as if from a distance.
"What? I-I can see myself?" Oz marveled, a grin spreading across his face. "Does this mean I can share the eyes of my clone? How fascinating!"
Inspired by his newfound discovery, Oz wasted no time in mounting the Griffin, eager to take to the skies and embrace the freedom of flight. With a thought, he commanded the creature to take flight, and with a mighty whoosh, they soared into the heavens.
"Wooohooooo!!!" Oz cried out, his voice lost amidst the rush of wind as they streaked across the sky like a shooting star. To ride upon the back of a mythical beast was a dream come true, a thrill beyond compare.
In mere minutes, the outline of a great wall came into view, marking the borders of the Grandaria kingdom.
"So, that's Grandaria kingdom," Oz murmured, his heart pounding with anticipation. With a decision made, he directed the Griffin to land, choosing to approach the kingdom on foot to avoid drawing unwanted attention.
Sending the Griffin to watch over the tribe from afar, Oz set off towards the kingdom, a spring in his step and excitement in his heart. As he ran, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of real humans, their presence a stark contrast to the fantastical creatures of the forest.
"Ah! I should don my black cloak," Oz realized, the thought coming to him in a flash of inspiration. Enveloping himself in its dark folds, he moved with stealth and speed, weaving through the throngs of people gathered at the gates.
"Five copper as the entry fee," a guard demanded, breaking Oz from his reverie.
"Copper? Blast, I don't have any money," Oz muttered under his breath, his gaze flickering over the long lines of people waiting to enter the kingdom. But as he pondered his predicament, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes—a plan forming in the recesses of his mind.
"Let's give the demon duke's illusion archmagic a whirl," Oz thought to himself, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. With a deft motion, he activated the arcane skill, feeling the tingling sensation of magic coursing through his veins as he faded from view.
DegDegDeg
Heart pounding with exhilaration, Oz slipped past the guards like a shadow in the night, his footsteps silent upon the cobblestones. With each passing moment, the thrill of his deception quickened his pulse, spurring him onward towards the heart of the kingdom.
As he ventured deeper into the bustling streets of the medieval town, Oz marveled at the sights and sounds that surrounded him—the clatter of hooves upon cobblestone, the scent of woodsmoke mingling with the aroma of freshly baked bread.
"Yes! Success!" Oz exclaimed triumphantly as he deactivated the illusion magic, his form solidifying once more amidst the throngs of people. But his elation was short-lived, for as he turned to take in the sights of the town, his eyes widened in wonder.
"Whoa..."
Before him lay a tableau straight out of a medieval tapestry—a town frozen in time, untouched by the modern trappings of technology and progress. Leather-clad villagers bustled about their daily tasks, knights strode proudly through the streets, and the air hummed with the timeless melody of life in a bygone era.
Grinning from ear to ear, Oz embarked on a journey of exploration, wandering the winding streets and alleys that crisscrossed the town. With each step, he drank in the sights and sounds of this ancient world, his senses alive with the thrill of discovery.
But as he rounded a corner, his attention was drawn to a gathering crowd—a sea of faces turned towards a central point, their murmurs rising like a distant tide. Intrigued, Oz edged closer, curiosity piqued by the spectacle unfolding before him.
Amidst the bustling streets of the city, where the sun danced upon cobblestones and shadows whispered secrets, a scene unfolded that would stir the hearts of onlookers and ignite the flames of justice.
"You wretched cur! How dare you soil my garments with your filthy touch!" A voice, dripping with disdain, pierced the air like a poisoned arrow. The youth, with locks of golden hair cascading like molten honey, seethed with fury as he clutched the collar of a trembling child.
"It was an accident, I swear! I-I tripped and... and your clothes... they were just there!" The child's voice quivered with fear, the innocence in their eyes pleading for mercy.
A nobleman by appearance, the youth turned to his retinue with a flick of his disdainful gaze. "You there, punish him!" His command was met with swift obedience from his retinue of sixteen imposing bodyguards, their muscles rippling beneath finely tailored uniforms.
"No matter where one wanders, the heart of man remains unchanged," Oz mused, his voice a soft melody amidst the cacophony of chaos.
As the bodyguards closed in on the helpless child, their fists clenched with malice, a sudden interruption shattered the tension like a thunderclap. A figure cloaked in mystery emerged, her eyes as deep and cold as the abyss, her voice ringing with authority.
"Have you no shame, to stoop so low as to bully a mere child?" Her words cut through the air like a sharpened blade, and with a swift strike, she dispatched one of the bodyguards before his blow could land upon the innocent.
"Formidable," Oz murmured, admiration twinkling in his eyes as he observed the unfolding spectacle.
Yet, as the girl faced the onslaught of the remaining bodyguards, outnumbered and outmatched, Oz felt a tug at his heartstrings. "Perhaps a gentle nudge in the right direction wouldn't go amiss," he thought with a wry smile.
With a casual flick of his wrist, a pebble danced in his hand, a silent harbinger of his intentions. As the final blow threatened to strike the girl from behind, Oz's aim proved true, and the bodyguard crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
"Apologies for the inconvenience," Oz quipped, his tone laced with amusement as he faced the indignant nobleman. "It seems my hand slipped. But tell me, is it not you who should be ashamed, for resorting to such despicable acts of violence against the defenseless?"
"Another self-proclaimed hero, are you?" The youth's voice dripped with arrogance, his disdain evident in every syllable. "Know your place, peasant. Nobles are your masters, and you should learn to keep silent."
"Kill him too!"
The bodyguards, sensing that Oz posed more trouble than the girl, surged forward in unison, their weapons raised menacingly.
Thud
With uncanny accuracy, Oz hurled a stone, striking down another bodyguard with a satisfying impact.
Sigh
"Perhaps a lesson is in order," Oz mused aloud, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
In a graceful dance of evasion, Oz sidestepped each attack from the charging bodyguards, their movements clumsy in comparison to his fluid grace.
Strike after strike, they came, but each blow met only empty air as Oz effortlessly avoided their onslaught.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
In a swift display of precision, Oz delivered swift chops to the napes of their necks, rendering the bodyguards unconscious with a single blow, their forms crumpling to the ground in a heap.
The sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the square.
"""Impressive.""" The crowd murmured in awe, their voices a chorus of admiration that reached Oz's ears, eliciting a triumphant grin.
"Is that the best you can do?" Oz taunted, his smirk bordering on malevolent as he surveyed the defeated foes before him.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone