Chapter 28: Spying on players (1)

I immediately used it on me and I was like a new player that was in the body adjusting sequence of the game. Floating on the white cloud, everybody has at the start, I had panels on which I could change the form and looks of the wolfman. A special thing in my empty space was that there was a plus button at the side of my avatar, indicating that I was able to save more appearances and immediately change into them. In the next few minutes I changed the looks of the wolfman and looking at the size, I realised that I had to lower it from my current one to a more appropriate one, a condensed one. Clicking on the create button below the avatar, I was asked like a real player where I wanted to have my starting place. I clicked on the capital of the wolfmen that currently was still partially locked as a player first had to discover it, which should happen pretty soon, as every player that made the job quest got a quest to find the capital for further training. They should arrive there soon, as the time in the game had been more than 6 days now, while the time outside only had been three days. Next, after clicking on it, a blinding light appeared on me and the cloud-space disappeared, being replaced by a bustling city, the wolfman capital. Every continent was as big as China in the real world and even a bit bigger with around 10'000'000 square kilometres and each of the continents had three capitals, even the nomads, who was a special case with it being the centre of fighting with at least ten different arenas. Spectating the NPCs around me, I see that there is an arrow pointing in the direction of a job trainer. The system obviously judged me a complete newbie, who has never been here. Turning off the help system for new players, I walked along the crowded streets, filled with all sorts of different looking wolfmen. There had to have been some major differences in either environement or educational background in the different tribes of every race probably, because alone in the wolfman society there were such huge differences. Some of these wolfmen looked rather savage with dirty hair spreading in every direction but their muscles differed from each of them. Other looked completely different, sometimes with glasses, robes, staffs and whole piles of books on their rather meekly arms with which they struggled to carry, instead of weapons. Apparently they had figured out the way of magic and were studying it. Standing at the corner of a street, I looked at the daily process here in the city. Some random guy, walking past me, took me for some powerless guy because of my new and weak appearance, which still carried the whole power of my normal body, and bumped against me completely 'coincidally'. Irritated did he call: "Hey are you blind? Can't you see anything? That was your senior which you should respect!" I didn't say anything to him and tried walking away into the street, but the guy held me at my shoulder and wanted to pull me down to the ground and rob me, but unfortunately for him, he met me today. But I wanted to know what the moral standards of the people here were or Flavius really hadn't done his job right before. But I won't only test Flavius, but the whole crew. I screamed loudly, so that everyone on the nearby main street could hear it: "Help me, I am robbed!" The guy that actually wanted to rob me didn't take it kindly and wanted to punch in the face. I didn't hinder him and simply laughed at him, showing my fake face, already thinking about how to torture him to his greatest despair for even touching me unallowed! But as Jesus said in old world, if someone hits you in the cheek, give him the other side as well. So that's what I wanted to do. But after a minute or so, nobody has come yet and my attacker was getting nervous about why I hadn't fainted yet. Just as I was about to hit back, having lost faith that anybody will come and 'rescue' me, a bolt of arcane energy suddenly flashed past me, directly into the face of the attacker. He however, not comparable to me, was directly knocked out and fell on his back hurting his backhead badly. One of the feeble looking guys I had seen from before on the street, stretched out a helping hand and looked at my bruised face and just as he was about to heal me with his powers, my regeneration set in, which was 1% of my health every five seconds and my body completely healed from everything the robber had done to me. The wolfman mage looked at me strangely and then with a frown he asked: "What did just happen? Why were you able to heal so fast? Even for the best of us wolfmen, who had been nurtured by the best herbs, best medicine and the best techniques there are available to us aren't able to heal this fast. So what happened? And why weren't you fighting back against that guy when you had such a good regeneration?"