[Warrior's Call Gloves]
[Grade: Elite]
[Agility: +10
Strength: +20]
[Durability: 100/100]
[Weight: 170]
[The perfect accessory for the sword-wielding novice. With its comfy, one-size-fits-all design, the glove is sure to be a hit with any aspiring swordsman.]
[Skills:]
[Double Strikes: It will double the amount of your normal or skill attack! Just remember, it's not guaranteed - so don't get too cocky! The likelihood of pulling off the skill is a mere 10%.
Recharge: 2 Seconds]
[User Restriction: Level 50 or higher.
Swordsman class or a similar one.]
Broken read the description of the gloves with an overwhelming sense of joy. This was the first time he would finally have a piece of equipment with Elite-grade quality. With this, he would have one part of a complete armor set. He still needed to find the rest to create a full set of armor, but he was quite satisfied with the result. He even gained a new skill attached to the gloves.
"Double Strikes," Broken muttered under his breath, feeling a thrill at the potential this skill held.
The Double Strikes skill allowed him to deal double damage with a 10% chance. Although the percentage seemed small, if he could combine it with a weapon that had a high hit rate and fast attack speed, it could be incredibly powerful. Using the knuckles he planned to craft later, the combination could be devastating.
"Congratulations, brat," Fokil said, clapping him on the shoulder. "That's a very good pair of gloves for a beginner like you. I think you can use those gloves to fight. And listen, don't go around embarrassing me by dressing like a beggar when you're my apprentice and all, okay?"
Broken grinned because he was still using very poor armor and basic clothing he had bought from a merchant. Despite this, he had managed to earn quite a bit in the past few weeks hunting in the forest. But of course, he still needed a better set of armor and a good weapon too!
Broken immediately put on the gloves and felt satisfied with the results. These were level 50 gloves, which would be sufficient for his hunting needs while he worked on crafting something of an even higher level.
Filled with joy, Broken said, "Thank you, sir. I have a fighting class too. Soon I will craft some gear that I need to complete my fighter class."
"Alright," Fokil continued, "You can find some blueprints from merchants and auctions. You need to gather the materials required for the armor , enough to fight and hunt monsters. Then, you'll be able to craft the Moonvine Knuckles."
Broken immediately thought about searching for more blueprints and felt very enthusiastic about crafting another piece of armor he needed.
But then he suddenly remembered the blueprint he had acquired from Fokil. The Moonvine Knuckles—he hadn't had the chance to check the details of the blueprint yet.
"Have you read the description of the blueprint? Do you know about the materials you need?" Fokil asked.
"Not yet," Broken replied. He hadn't yet checked the contents of the blueprint, as he had just learned the Appraisal skill and had been too busy with quests.
Curious and eager to proceed, Broken decided to take a closer look at the blueprint for the Moonvine Knuckles.
[Hey there, you've reached your daily online limit!]
[To ensure your well-being, we'll be disconnecting you in 60 seconds. We hope you have a great day!]
A notification popped up in front of Broken, something he had never seen before while playing Immortal Legacy. He had used a full sixteen hours in a day to log in, the most he had ever done.
Damn, Broken muttered as he remembered that the system had warned him to log out several hours ago. However, he had been too excited to craft the gloves and had forgotten about it. Now he had to pause his work and come back the next day.
"Sir, I need to go for a while," Broken said, looking at Fokil. "But I'll be right back, soon, tomorrow."
"Alright, brat," Fokil replied. "You can use all the facilities here at the Smithy when you return. And I'd be really pleased if you could start crafting the Moonvine Knuckles soon, too."
"Thanks," Broken said, smiling. "I'll be back soon."
With that, Broken quit the Smithy and logged out of the game.
***
Leon stepped out of his capsule device, a wide smile spreading across his face. He was beginning to fully appreciate the benefits of being the Sloth Champion, especially after crafting an Elite-grade piece of equipment on his first try. It was truly an amazing achievement. He couldn't wait to go back online the next day, but for now, he had to take a break.
He then walked into the living room, where Lily was watching TV.
"Hi," Lily waved cheerfully.
Leon walked over and flopped onto the sofa next to her.
"How many days has it been since uncle came home?" he asked.
"Uhm… around two weeks? Right before you started focusing on your new profession in the game," she said, giggling.
Leon checked the date and began to remember that it hadn't even been two weeks since he got the Sloth Champion title, yet he had already spent over a month in the game. The time difference, which was three times faster in the game, really made one lose track of their real-life activities. Imagine being able to explore the game for two full days while not even one day had passed in the real world.
It wasn't surprising that those who could utilize the capsule device effectively would develop their thinking or wisdom faster, because, in reality, they lived longer inside the game.
As he daydreamed while watching TV, his phone vibrated. When he checked it, he found an email from the Golden Age Company, the developer of Immortal Legacy.
Leon frowned, reading the subject of the email. He quickly opened it and skimmed through the content, which was related to an Elite Player Support Program (EPSP) for potential players in Immortal Legacy.
He had heard about this before, that Divine Champions, in particular, received special support from the company, in cooperation with the governments of their respective countries. This program aimed to ensure they received adequate support due to their drastically changed status in Immortal Legacy.
Thinking about it again, even in just two weeks, he had grown so much. It made sense that the company had thought this through to ensure the safety and well-being of these players.
He nodded slowly, realizing the immense influence of Immortal Legacy. Many major corporations invested their money in it, making it a significant new medium for promoting their products within the game. That's why top players were becoming new celebrities, gaining recognition and even developing their own fanbases.
Top players in Immortal Legacy indeed had such significant privileges.
The email concluded that someone had been assigned to support Leon for some period of time. He nodded slowly, wondering if this would interfere with his fun playing the game. Did he really need this kind of program?
Leon pondered for a moment, unsure if this guidance would enhance or hinder his enjoyment of the game.
"Leon…" Lily whispered, snapping him out of his daydream.
"Yes?" he replied, looking puzzled as he turned to face her.
"You promised we'd eat out tonight, remember?" she said, giggling.
"Oh, right…" Leon said, suddenly remembering. "Let's go then." He quickly stood up. "What do you want to eat?"
"Nothing too special. I'm sure we can wait for uncle to have a special dinner. How about some snacks and fast food?" she suggested enthusiastically.
"Sure, let's go. Fast food is the quickest way to have some fun," he said, grinning.
What do you think of this Elite Player Support Program? Will it be a blessing or just another distraction for our boy Leon?
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Lily Chambers sat quietly at her desk in the classroom, lost in the pages of a book. It was break time, and while her classmates gathered in groups, chatting and laughing, she chose to sit alone, engrossed in her reading. Her short blonde hair fell slightly forward, partially covering her face.
She lifted her head when she noticed a group of boys approaching her desk. Her heart started to race, and her palms became sweaty. It was clear they were heading towards her, as they often did.
Gerald, the leader of the group, wore a smug expression. He walked with two other boys who followed him like bodyguards. Gerald seemed to be assessing Lily as he approached, making a mental calculation of her worth. He had an air of superiority, acting as if he was better than everyone else in the room.
He took a step forward and spoke in an authoritative voice, "Hey, why are you sitting by yourself? Do you need a companion, or is there no one willing to be your friend?"
Lily tried to divert her gaze, searching for the right words to respond. She felt uncomfortable with all her classmates' eyes on her.
Gerald was popular and well-liked by many girls in the second year. Even though he wasn't in the same class as Lily, he had recently been coming to her classroom just to greet her. The idea of conquering a girl like Lily intrigued him. He thought Lily's beauty was something extraordinary, despite her not wearing overly fashionable clothes or having a large social circle, which made her seem less popular.
One of her peers sneered, "It's obvious that Lily is trying to attract Gerald. What a manipulative witch!"
"What do you mean?" another girl asked. "Do you think Gerald would be interested in such a poor girl?"
"She's probably looking for money, so she's pretty much selling herself," the first girl replied with contempt.
"I just want to yank out her hair. She really doesn't deserve to share the same air as us," said another girl with a scowl.
"I can't understand why such an exclusive school has to accept someone like her," chimed in a third girl.
The other continued, "I think we shouldn't have her here. She's bringing us all down."
Gerald sat down beside Lily and pulled his chair closer to hers, invading her personal space.
"I want you," he said, looking directly into her eyes. "I'm offering you a chance for a date—one that you shouldn't turn down."
Lily felt her heart pounding in her chest, and she tried her best to avoid making eye contact with Gerald, fear evident in her eyes. His words were so blatant that they left her no room to think or respond. Did he really think she was an object that could be desired by anyone at will?
But then, she knew public opinion would favor Gerald, the popular one. Regardless of what she did, she would remain the target of others' sneers, with no one to defend her.
What should she do?
She knew she needed to refuse his offer but was too scared to say anything. She could feel her classmates staring at her, waiting for something to happen.
Gerald's face hardened as he realized Lily wasn't responding to his offer, and he threatened her with a warning. "You're going to regret this if you don't take my offer, Lily. Saturday night, you and I are going on a date. Don't even think about refusing this opportunity," he said. "I want you, you're cute."
Lily gulped and glanced down at the floor. She knew that no one else in the room would come to her aid if Gerald started making any unexpected moves.
Gerald flashed her a confident smile and said, "I'm handsome, rich, and popular, so you should appreciate and treasure what I'm offering you. Don't be scared—you won't regret it, I promise."
Lily felt frozen in place; she had been through similar situations before, but never one as intimidating as this. She knew it was time to stand up for herself, even if it put her safety at risk. With all the courage she could muster, she finally took a deep breath and boldly stated, "Sorry, I can't. I have something else to do with my family."
Gerald's face contorted into a menacing scowl as he slowly rose from the chair. His gaze was heavy as he considered Lily for a few moments before turning away with a low growl of warning. "You'll regret this," he muttered before stalking off, followed closely by his entourage.
Lily watched him leave, her heart still racing. She felt a mix of relief and fear. She knew she had made the right decision, but she also knew this wasn't the end of her troubles.
When the bell signaled the end of school, Lily made her way out of the classroom amidst taunts from her classmates.
"You think you're so special, don't you? You treated Gerald like crap, and now you're just walking away!" they whispered as they passed by Lily, not even bothering to look at her.
"You're such a slut. You don't even know what you're doing!"
"Well, we all heard what happened. You were so disrespectful to Gerald, and now you're just acting like nothing happened!"
"You were swearing and yelling at him! You're so rude!"
As Lily walked away, she could hear her peers mocking her, calling her a slut, and saying she didn't know what she was doing. She felt desperate, but she kept her head high and continued walking.
The hateful stares had started as soon as Gerald walked away, and it got worse when they had the chance to speak directly, making sure she could hear them. More of her peers passed by, some of them deliberately bumping her shoulder, causing her to stumble slightly.
She needed to get away. She felt a surge of emotion building in her chest, something she could no longer contain. She quickened her pace, wanting to escape from those who continued to judge and ridicule her.
Once she was out of the school grounds, she faster her walking, even breaking into a small run. She wanted to reach home quickly, where she could cry in her room without anyone seeing her.
She desperately tried to suppress the tears that were beginning to swell in her eyes. She refused to let the sorrow engulf her, clamping down on her emotions with an iron will. She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing the tears to stop.
But with each step, the effort to remain composed grew more difficult, and soon she could feel hot sobs welling up inside of her.
She stopped for a moment, trying to force a smile on her face and wipe away the evidence of her grief. Clenching her fists, Lily pushed herself forward — she didn't want Leon, her brother, to find her in such a distressed state when she arrived home.
Lily's heart raced with excitement as she approached the entrance of the house. She could hear laughter emanating from inside - it was her brother Leon and their uncle Ben. A wide smile spread across her face as she knocked on the door and stepped inside.
Wow. This was a tough chapter for Lily, wasn't it?
It's heartbreaking how cruel people can be, especially when they don't understand or don't want to understand.
But our girl Lily stood her ground, even when it wasn't easy.
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