It's an assassin's job to kill and many in the field have a policy; all witnesses must be terminated. Purga, whose real name only the dead are aware of, follows said policy religiously. That's until she is caught during work by a young man who is happy to know he'll be put to death and actively encourages it. To him, being a witness was a blessing, to Purga it was a curse.

Just an idea I had, feel free to build off it!

In the city centre there used to live a girl who had magic in her hands.she was not an ordinary girl. Aiming at the unknown, invisible she was on a journey to know the unknown. Singing was her meditation and with her magical hands she created wonders . All the girl wanted was just some paints brushes her other stuff and a corner to sit ! From childhood itself the girl 'Natasha' often called Nannu by her close ones wanted to draw and paint but her family never let her do that . Where ever she went, what ever she did, she always kept on scribbling something, she was often punished by her teachers because of her scribbling habit .She was always fully awake and her ideas were so fresh but she never got a chance to express them. This little girl was an addict of galaxy she used to spend sleepless nights at the rooftop. she had always seen herself as a star and wanted to be a galaxy , every painting she did finally ended up being a galaxy. She never believed in Gods but she was a follower of mother nature she prayed to her and served her . It was the art gallery which gave her  hope , love ,peace ,and inspiration to create magic on a single canvas and she used to go there often at the times she become sad and happy it was her favourite place .  Nannu used to spend time attending art classes, seeing excibition , conducting ar workshops, meeting artists and talking to  them .
                                                        
    The girl grew up she had a great academics she wanted to learn fine arts but her socially well capable parents wanted to make her a doctor  but  with great protest finally she went for engineering and graduated as an architect but the girl was not really happy. She had a job now. And Nannu went for the job just to make her parents happy later she realised that she had to go on and only out of chaos are stars born. Nannu and her family were two different energies ,two polar opposites she tried to convince her parents to let her live life in her own way but words failed! In pressure she sat in the silence and listened to the birds and the wind, she was worried, upset ,her mind was working no more ,she went blank. This innocent girl who has given birth to paintings , to great songs, to great dances and music was now searching a way to new life .
 
         She has always seen love as the highest value in life. Love and freedom go together and giving freedom is nothing but trusting ,it's an expression of love , without freedom love dies !

      She realised the bare fact that nobody is born for another,nobody is going to fulfil her dreams ,and she is the master of her own dreams now Nannu was no more thinking about her family only thing she wanted to do was to explore her life ,to find the purpose of her life  now she was bringing all her feminine energies to function .

       The next day it's self Nannu quit her job and went to art gallery which has been her favourite place since childhood she went there and booked the gallery , from the very next day she started conducting painting workshops and within two months everything  changed now her  family  had  great regret for not giving her freedom .And for forcing her to live in their way they feel sorry but  Nannu has already forgiven them . All the people who bullied her for quiting her job had now started respecting her . It was just like a miracle and it's seems wierd for her about how different things were two months backs she had conducted three art  excibitions of her paintings and had conducted more than twenty art  workshops at  different places. Every thing has changed now.
   
Now she was free, was earning money, was living life in her own ways, yes now she had found out the purpose of her life- it was to spread Colors of life to many people's lives who were dead at heart .         
She  has already taken responsibility of her house and  was helping her parents financially ,was conducting free workshops for the poor talented youngs, she was travelling , in all means now Nannu was  living her dream life .  And she always kept on  saying  that what you believe becomes your truth . 
             
Years passed and now she was 27 yrs old  everything was going on smoothly until her parents forced her to get Marry. Her parents had told about this a couple of time in the past  two years but some how she escaped but now it was impossible for her to . Because of the pressure from family's side she finally agreed to meet up the guy her father chooses for her . And now she had to meet that guy at a cafe . Finally they met . The guy was handsome banker . Who was a really good one from inside and they spoke to each other he was a very punctual , hardworking one who has completely dedicated himself to his work . This hardworking guy was a bit robotic and after many meetings for the next few months both got to know that they are two opposite poles one had high mathematical sence and the other was extremely creative . But the banker- Neel was in love with the girl and now he was not ready to step back.                                       By this time Nannu was really frustrated living in such a relationship was really hard for her now all the fire in her  were putoff and was no more able to create  painting she was all blank and upset all her happiness and positive energy were lost now she was twenty-eight years old and pressure from her familes side was increasing day by day . Finally she decided to tell this truth to Neel in anyway because it was impossible for her to adjust within such a relationship .The girl who had never thought of any other partner in  life other than colors  were suddenly forced to fall in a relationship!  how is it possible for one? She went to meet Neel by the time talks about their marriage were running at house she told Neel all the truth and her decision to step back from this relationship. Neel was not at all shocked and Nannu was worried about what would he feel when she say so and many such other thoughts were burning her from inside .                         Neel said " Natasha I always knew that a person like you  would never be able to get adjusted with me months back itself I had understood that you were not happy and I couldn't see that fire in your eyes which you had in your eyes when we first met .But yes I still love you and will keep loving I have never seen  such a brave girl ever before  , don't be upset you are free now and don't fell bad , common go and find your galaxy , be a galaxy "

Nannu was surprised to see Neel talking this way and she asked " what! you knew it , I m sorry I would have told you about this earlier "
Neel " never mind I m fine , I'm in a hurry will meet you some day " 
without uttering a word she kept on looking at him with tears in his eyes he got up looking into her eyes wishing her all the best ahe  went out  without taking his eyes off her . Now he could see  that fire in her eyes witch had disappeared months back. 

Her Beauty layed in her simplicity , innocence , creativity and in being natural .

Now she is living her life happily doing magic with her hands .
Everything has changed since she had the courage to make her own decision and to say no to something which she never wanted . 

The END or the BEGINNING..!

"Alright, alright." The bald old man then continued, "Since you're here, that means you have all been assessed and checked multiple times, with no promising ones left out.
"Now, it's for the assignment! From the best results!"
His gaze then fell onto Shalom, Mylissa and Lin Sheng at the front.
"All of the workshops are located within the interior of Carte Blanche's Ville de Blanc. And next, I suggest that you choose a workshop that is best suited to your requirements.
"The workshops are divided into three levels. Level 3s are the highest, and they're usually led by the best of lecturers.
"Level 2s are led by your normal lecturers, and Level 1s are led by tutors or some short-term experimental workshops.
"Now, of the three most excellent students, Shalom has already applied, so it's down to you two, Mylissa and Lin Sheng."
The old man looked at them both and pointed.
Two jets of green light shot out and landed on their table. Rows upon rows of words appeared on Lin Sheng's table.
"Level 3 workshops: Thousand Serpents, the Crystal Staff, The Silent Volcano, and the Soul Fortress.
"Level 2 workshops: The House of Palmisar, Secondary Thousand Serpents, Secondary Crystal Staff, Secondary Soul Fortress, The Hundred Footmen, The Behemoth, The Blood Army…"
Lines upon lines of workshop names appeared on the surface, but Level 1 workshops were not even displayed.
Lin Sheng did not see any requirements or prerequisites either. Clearly, for top-tier students like them, they had no restrictions in terms of their choice of workshops.
Lin Sheng pondered a bit and smiled gently as he carefully asked the bald lecturer.
"Sir, can I know, of the Level 3 workshops, who is the most accomplished and powerful of lecturers?"
The bald old man shrugged and did not answer.
Mylissa sniggered as she let out a dismissive sneer. She was clearly amused by Lin Sheng's immature question.
"If he were to answer your question directly, it's considered cheating." She then added.
"But I just came from Xylond, and I'm quite clueless…" Lin Sheng said helplessly.
"Then just choose at random. They won't be terrible," Mylissa simply answered. She had little time to waste on a country bumpkin from Xylond.
She was, after all, determined to get into the class of the strongest lecturer, and this information, she had already scouted out beforehand, and of the available choices this time, the strongest one was…
She took up her pen and tapped gently on the table.
All of the words on the table shrank and turned into a green light the moment she made her choice and flew towards the hand of the bald lecturer.
Lin Sheng smiled as he retracted his gaze, and lifted his pen as he activated his weak dark powers from his body and infused the pen with it, before tapping on the same workshop Mylissa had chosen.
*Whoosh.*
"The Soul Fortress Workshop" disappeared long the rest of the words.
He did not mind what sort of development he was going to progress towards, what he mind was to make contact with the highest possible level.
And based on Mylissa's character, she would not choose anything but the strongest workshop. Based on this sort of proud bratty attitude, if she had the choice, not choosing the best would be illogical.
And time soon passed as a hum rang out as lines upon lines of green light returned to the bald old man's hand.
He then took out a list and counterchecked them quickly before ticking on it.
When he saw both Lin Sheng and Mylissa chose the Soul Fortress, he nodded slightly and did not say anything else.
"Alright, the selection is complete. Your afternoon is free, and you'll head to your respective workshops the next morning to report yourself.
As for how you would get there, there'll be someone to bring you over. So you just need to wait outside the main hall tomorrow at seven. Good luck you all of you kids. Goodbye."
The bald old man said in a rushed tone as he packed up and darted out of the class. And just as he got out, he raised his hand and shouted.
"Quickly! Book a ticket for me this afternoon! I've already packed up!"
He shouted as he ran, and soon he disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"He seemed to be very busy…" Lin Sheng smiled.
"In Carte Blanche, everything has a price and a payment. Freedom means you don't have many responsibilities. That applies to you and the lecturers as well," Mylissa simply added.
"I saw you chose the Soul Fortress?" Shalom walked over and sneered. "Right, only the people of the Soul Fortress could ignore the pressure from that side, and ignore the problem your sister had made and shield you.
"Frankly speaking, though, I'm rather impressed by your courage." He left after he spat that out.
Mylissa sat there coldly without a word. The moment Lin Sheng saw that scene, he was slightly more curious about the Soul Fortress and was slightly more interested in Mylissa as well.
It seems like this bratty girl had some baggage with her the moment she enrolled.
In three short days, he had gone through the enrolment and had selected his preferred workshop, and Lin Sheng could tell that the real deal, was only going to start at the workshop.
...
*Hiss...*
The faint Ashen Seal in Lin Sheng's mind lit up in pure white light. He had already stepped into Level 6 of his holy power and was getting to Level 7 at a blinding speed.
Level 6 accorded him a simple increase of his holy power's capacity while Level 7 would allow him to learn a brand new divine art. As for what it was, Lin Sheng had no idea.
He only had a rough idea from the cleric's memories, and the moment he had absorbed the Night Lord's fragmented soul, his holy power rose dramatically alongside his soul.
*Tick tock, tick…*
The alarm he had set rang and Lin Sheng was roused from his meditation and opened his eyes in the dark.
"I'll probably be able to hit Level 7 in half a month's time… and the further I get, the Crag Dragon's blood's potency increase lessen, and my holy power level is probably already a proper warrior's level…"
He sighed and got off his bed. Looking at the sky outside, it was starting to get bright.
He quickly washed up and changed up before going downstairs and waited before the main hall.
Many had already arrived much earlier and all of the students were somewhat nervous, even Shalom and Mylissa.
No one spoke and the atmosphere was tense. A few looked up at the school gate as anyone who made their way through it would attract the attention of the crowd there.
Lin Sheng simply stood at a corner as he quietly waited for the person in charge to arrive.
Soon, it was seven o'clock, and the first person in charge arrived.
It was a thin, pallid man in a white cape. He had a yellow leather case in his hand as he walked toward the students.
"Those of the Soul Fortress, come with me."
Lin Sheng and Mylissa walked over to the man at the same time.
"Mylissa and Lin Sheng, right?" the man mumbled.
"Yes." the two answered at the same time.
Mylissa gave Lin Sheng a surprised glance, she clearly did not expect him to choose the same workshop as her.
"Let's go. I'll explain the rules as we walk." The man turned away and walked out of the school, not even bothering to look at the rest of the students.
Both Lin Sheng and Mylissa quickly followed suit.
"The lecturer's temper is horrible, so the first rule is, no matter what the lecturer says, do not talk back."
Mylissa clenched her teeth but did not say anything while Lin Sheng simply just nodded.
"Next, you need to complete the daily mission assigned to you. That's mandatory. Failing that will earn you a strike, and you will be expelled after three strikes."
The two had no qualms there.
"Thirdly, the experiments of the workshop would need your close cooperation. And there's an element of danger to it, so both of you will need to sign a waiver and disclaimer beforehand."


This is a story of an ordinary boy gaining unusual powers from his nightmares... It all started when Lin Sheng experienced something strange on what he thought was just another normal day. He begins to have recurring dreams that lead him on an incredible journey of discovery as he encounters spine-chilling monsters and elusive secrets.

2 weeks passed. Aariv was back in Patliputra. He had defeated the Chera and Pandya kingdom. He once again took away all the administrative rights from the royal families and just let them live with some personal guards. They weren't allowed to hire more than 5,000 men.

He was currently writing books. He knew that soon his kidnapped philosophers will arrive and will want to see what they were offered. He buried himself in work and wrote more than a thousand books. He had created a small paper making factory for this purpose. 

He also felt that the city was too cramped for making all the new workshops and factories. Hence he decided to start planning the city out. Also according to the history, the river would change its path in the future, submerging the whole city.

He needed to make cemented riverbanks to stop that from happening.

After writing books about every field that was withing the understanding of the current humans, he put them in a library. The library was quite big and a major part of it was underground. There were separate cabins for people to site and do their work without getting disturbed.

He also finished writing the constitution. Now he needed to promote it to people. Most of the population was illiterate so he needed to use Kautilya's men and people from local administration around the country to announce it to the public on a regular basis.

He hired stonemasons to make big stone edicts in hexagonal shape with their faces having the constitution carved on it. On the top of it was the Mauryan emblem, 4 lions sitting with their backs touching each other and their faces looking in 4 directions. The edicts were 6 feet tall and 4 feet wide. 

He put them in each town center or any other public gathering in the empire. The constitution laid down the framework demarcating fundamental political code, structure, procedures, powers, and duties of government institutions and sets out fundamental rights, directive principles, and the duties of citizens. It also stated the fundamental responsibilities of the elected government.

It promoted JUSTICE, LIBERTY, EQUALITY above all. He also wrote the book of law, It was a comprehensive book intended to cover all substantive aspects of criminal law.

He was going to bring democracy in some years but still he didn't abolish his own powers. He wrote a special case in which if the state fails to fulfill the fundamental duties and has become corrupt then Aariv Maurya has the right to dissolve the government and take things into his own hands and no one can remove this clause from the constitution by any means. He knew that in some years when he disappears from the public eye and starts acting from behind the scenes, the people will forget about this clause. 

He limited the special right to himself as he didn't trust all his descendants to be good people. There was bound to be a rotten apple every once in a while.

This was going smoothly but as more people found out about the constitution, trouble started to come.

Aariv had not mentioned castes or gender in the constitution, he had just used words like 'mankind or humanity'. The people from lower caste were very happy with this. This meant that they would not be treated differently but there existed some people from Brahmin and Kshatriya caste who disagreed with it as it decreased their status and authority.

Hee was sitting with Kautilya, Chandragupta, and Black in the private meeting room.

"What should we do about the possible riots?" Kautilya asked with a tense face.

"I am sure that there are some people who are trying to influence others and start riots. Just arrest them and trial them according to the book of law. We will increase the surveillance and guard patrol. It will probably take some years to let them accept all this." Aariv said.

There was no social media so it was not easy to organize a riot or a protest. He was not going to introduce internet and communication devices to the public till things aren't back to normal.

He left the meeting and looked for Surupa. He was going to give him books to let him study architecture and he was also going to hand him the job of extending the city. The first thing which was going to be made was the huge palace, the palace would not be just the residence of the emperor but also have administrative block, courts and stuff. It was going to an administrative hub.

He found Surupa in the library.

"Your highness, this is unbelievable... all this knowledge and to think that a single person wrote all this," Surupa said. He was overwhelmed by the knowledge Aariv had.

Aariv smiled and sat down on a chair. 

"This is just a small branch of a big tree. I know many more things, but current people cannot digest all that... that aside, I've come here to assign you a job," he said.

Surupa straightened his back and asked about the job.

"I want you to design a big palace, with courts, halls, and many offices. It will not just be the place where I will live but also the place from where the administration will work. The residential part should not be accessible to the other areas...." Aariv said, he also told him about his other requirements like he wanted a very big basement.

Aariv then got up and took some books with him and gave them to Surupa. These books consisted of knowledge about constructing big structures. He then introduced him to bricks, cement, concrete and how to make a strong foundation for a building.

he knew that he would need to do many new things to make the construction easy as he understood that the whole empire will heavily invest in building infrastructure in the future.

He also established the world university and started the first class. Anyone could enter the courses free of cost and they must complete the studies. The courses currently offered were very few and were mostly professional courses that would prepare people for new upcoming changes and jobs.

Aariv was going to introduce heavy machinery such as Excavators, Backhoe., Dragline Excavator, Bulldozers, Graders, Wheel Tractor Scraper, Trenchers, Loaders. But he was troubled because he didn't want them to run on fossil fuel. He needed to start working on his fusion reactor.

...

2 months passed and Aariv worked in his room, he made the frame of the fist-sized fusion reactor. Now he just needed to go out and try to get it struck by lightning to jump start it. Once it starts, then it would be self-sustainable. He had also selected 10 men with exceptional intelligence, they were all introduced by Kautilya. He taught them about the basics of electricity and how to lay lines and connect the whole city. 

He then ordered them to lay wires underground around the city. Juno was also continuously working on making things with the help of her matter manipulation. Now that everything was ready he just needed to go out and find a thunderstorm.

While he was working on a fusion reactor, things in the empire were drastically changing. Many arrests were made and people were punished. Most of the people understood that there was no going back now. They had no other choice but to accept the constitution, however, the discrimination was still rampant. Seeing that Aariv created the department of police. He reduced his army and changed them to the police.

He believed that the army should not aim for quantity but quality. Hence the new department was made, many new people were appointed, rule books were issued and finally the police started to do their jobs. The citizens were told that they could go and report any crime to a policeman and the police were obliged to help them.

All this required a lot of money but money was the least of his worries. 

The world college was also working efficiently but the college lacked infrastructure. He called Surupa to start designing universities, prisons, police stations, and hospitals. Aariv's main goal was to improve the living standard so that people could focus on other things than just surviving.

Surupa came to Aariv's office to show him the designs for the palace/office.

"Your highness, this is what I designed," he said and laid down the designs.

Aariv meaningfully looked at it and was quite pleased with it.  He knew that it was not possible to make a skyscraper yet as he lacked skilled labor so he had to make amends with what he got.

"Very good. I like it, you can start organizing workers," he said. 

[Pictures of how the palace will look are in discord]

Aariv had already set up sites for making bricks, cement, and other necessary things for construction. 

He then headed out to start up his fusion reactor, after all, he still needed to make heavy machinery. 

He headed east, where the thunderstorms were ongoing. He ran as fast as possible. He could feel that the more he used his powers the stronger he would get but the rate of increase was very slow.

After running for a day he reached the place. The sky was covered with dark clouds and it was raining heavily. The deafening sound of thunder could be heard multiple times every second. He knew that his fusion reactor was very conductive in nature but still he needed to do something to make sure that lightning struck it.

He started throwing it in the air again and again, in the hope that it would attract lightning. He kept on doing that for a day and when Strom started to move away, he followed it.

After 3 days Aariv was starting to grow impatient, he screamed in irritation and jumped in the air with the reactor in his hand. Just then an eye-piercing light came close to Aariv, His last thought was.

"F*CK ME"

Then everything blacked out. The lightning struck Aariv. Although he had the strength of 100 men, he was still nothing compared to the mighty lightning. He wasn't seriously injured but the top layer of his skin had burnt down.

He fell down on the ground and groaned in pain. His body was constantly healing itself, draining his energy. After 3 hours, the pain finally stopped, leaving Aariv energyless. He knew what happened to him and started to channel natural energy from outside to his body, trying to recuperate the lost energy.

After half an hour he stood up, full of energy. He looked at his body. He felt significantly stronger than before. He had a feeling that he was near a breakthrough. 

Aariv cleaned the remaining bits of his clothes and searched for the fusion reactor. He looked around and finally noticed a blue light on the ground.

"HAHAHAHA... YES...YES"

What if "THE GREAT FILTER THEORY" was real and the filter was not something supernatural but a WAR.
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A war that spans the whole universe.
Only the strong and advanced can survive.
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(The Great Filter theory says that at some point from pre-life to Type III intelligence(galactic civilization), there’s a wall that all attempts at life hit. There’s some filter in that long evolutionary process that is extremely unlikely or impossible for life to get beyond. That stage is The Great Filter)
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In the year 3500A.D humans had colonized all the moons and planets that could harbor life in the solar system. But then the Earth was attacked by an extremely advanced civilization and all human life in the solar system was destroyed.
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Aariv Hector, the last human to die, was reincarnated in 320BC as son to an Indian Emperor, Chandragupta Maurya. With his old memories and newfound powers, he is to shoulder the great responsibility of saving humanity. 
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But what would happen if the ancient gods and mythical monsters were real too and how will Aariv deal with them?
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He has 3800 years remaining before the Doomsday.
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Impeh village had eight alchemy workshops built hastily upon its ramshackle outskirts. Madam Kimbe's shop was the last amongst them leading to a small trail that snaked down to the shore. While the main rotunda of the village was populated by straw clad stone houses, the workshops were stations of bolted steel and iron, often wheezing foul fumes up into the savanna air.
The residents of these shops, a motley collection of researchers, wizards, botanists and doctors were just as striking as their buildings. All the villagers knew the look. White robes, thick goggles and more so than not, frazzled hair mechanized or otherwise. Kimbe was the pinnacle of that.
A flask shattered in the corner, green liquids bubbled. Chief Oke scrunched his sand features as a mess of vials and contraptions transpired before him. It stunk of disinfectant. A book fell from one of many stuffed racks and he could only wonder how the mad woman now staring at fluorescent liquids could live in such an enclosed shop. He squinted up. The only light proved the morning rays that spilled passed the ceiling gaps. 
"So you let them go." Said the old woman in a matter of fact tone.
Oke straightened his posture as he saw her black eyes overly enlarge behind her bulging glasses. Strings of black sand dangled from underneath her white hat.
"I had to," he claimed. "No one from our clan can interfere with the tradition, so if warriors happened to travel by, then we could find the missing two without breaking any tradition."
Her flask lowered and she walked to a table that was brightened by a sun ray. She tapped the counter with the green filled flask. The light casted green hues along the palm wood surface.
"You think yourself clever, don't you?" Kimbe goaded him, no doubt taking great pleasure in their discourse. "Using warriors as an excuse to cover your mistake."
 She had walked to the bookshelves once he thought to respond, "It was our only course."
"Hah! Only course, my wrinkled arse. Think before you send a troupe of half turns out there, especially, a troupe of half poisoned half turns."
"They are not us, Kimbe-dara."
"See, that sentiment is exactly why I only run this shop one month a year and live in Al'tof for the rest of it."
"A sentiment your granddaughter shares no doubt."
Kimbe squinted at him, "The same granddaughter you sent out to get married. And where is she now?"
Oke shuffled, "The warriors will save her."
She reached and tugged out a dusty leather clad book. It had the marking of a pink flower with petals upon it, "If the blood of Zanae doesn't kill them first."
The door behind Oke brushed open.
"Oke-Dara, we've a guest." Reported the synergist on the other side. He was a thin fellow, never quite good at sandshaping.
"A guest, Indele? So soon after those warriors?" asked Oke.
Indele nodded briskly, "Blue hat, honored Chief. She's requested we contact the navy, But Inyande…"
Oke held his sandy wrists behind his back and passed Indele with a weary breath, "The village will be in greater danger if we protect her."
"Chief…" started Indele.
"Call them, Indele." He said as he shot Kimbe a glance. Kimbe had been a fast friend with Inyande, met her a few times outside Impeh to, so to lack even a retort mad him curious. "Suddenly silent, Kimbe-dara? Perhaps it is your current employer keeping you that way."
A page turned and he realised it wasn't her predicament that bound her to silence, but rather the book she held now. A slow smile formed on her sandy cheeks as she faced the pages.
"Kimbe-Dara?" he asked.
"Huh? What? Me?" She shut the book silently and bade them away. "Yes yes trouble with Niss Ita. Is that all? Then I must ask you to leave. I'll have your order prepared by the evening. For now I've got matters to attend to." She turned her book. "Matters of a petal."

…
The fifth island blurred behind them. Tig could already spot the last two on the horizon, a sunny stretch brightening it gloriously. 
Franco kept his knees huddled, "Sixth now, yeah?"
"Glad you can count Cantinio." said the seawolf.
"No." entered Inyande. "We don't stop here."
Tig stared at the woman who seemed forever locked on what he assumed was the seventh island. He got curious, so he tried what she did even leaned to get a better view.
Slowly, seemingly the shape of the closer isle shifted out of the way as they passed the fifth without stopping.
Tig stumbled up, rocking the boat. The others followed in a similar rise, even Franco.
"Hours." Cursed Franco. "How many is that?"
"Seven ships" hushed Tig. "And I think I see another by its masts."
Black flags flew upon a forest of masts. Skull and bones pocked each of the black fabrics. Tig lowered his head. Those were jolly rogers, the universal sign of pirates and the witch doctor nomads before them. 
Inyande directed the boat towards the sixth isle without warning, making the Tig others struggle for footing.
"Assuming they are witch doctors, this seems to be the combination of a number of tribes," said Inyande. "Aggressive, populated. Not something five inexperienced travelers could face even with the aid of the strongest woman in the world. We need to plan."
Tig swallowed hard and pointed at the final isle, "You mean to take on that?"
"We have to." Confirmed Inyande.
"But we can't. I mean I can't. I can barely fight an unarmed boy my age, let alone a full turn witch doctor presumably a number of times older than myself and equipped with magic."
"You're afraid of their magic, cursed one?" asked Inyande.
The shore neared and Tig answered honestly, "quite frankly yes." 
"Magic is a skill," said Inyande. "It can be learned. If it can be learned, it can be countered. Do you recall what magic witch doctors employ?"
"Nasty type of spirits magic," grumbled the Professor. "They cast bits of themselves off and blast other things with deadly spells."
"Not only on themselves, anything their school demands 'worthy' and witch doctors often place value in breathings things."
Steps echoed as Chireke gasped and fell back with a thud. When Tig turned, he saw her covering her sandy mouth, "Kwake…"
"Luckily for us," continued Inyande, "Witch doctors love to cover their less selfless spells in extended rituals."
"Why would nomads do this?" asked Tig.
"Does it matter?" said Inyande.
Gemjo chuckled behind him, "What?" she said to him as he glanced back, "I like that answer."
Tig rolled his eyes, "Alright, suppose I'll ask a meaningful question then. How do we fight unnumbered magic-flailing witch doctors?"
 The ship jostled as it met the shore. Inyande jumped off and touched him on his shoulder as she passed him by.
"Shi shi. We have one maybe two days. Gut feeling. In that time, your temporary captain orders you and your companions to get stronger."
"Oi, that sounds tiresome." Said Gemjo.
"Oh it will be." Hummed Inyande.
"I'm out."
Inyande smiled to that inevitable answer and a cloud of grey smoke puffed around her, engulfing her. Out came a black wolf with twisting clockwork legs. Her hair had turned into a slick coat, dark as oil. Pointed wolf ears twitched and led to her angled muzzle. She flashed a toothy grin.
The wolf formed a few paw prints on the sand as it strut about and Tig found himself alternating between it and Gemjo.
He struggled to find the words, "So Inyande could--"
"Yup." Said Gemjo.
"Even though she's not a--"
"Yup."
"Magic is learned." Repeated Inyande, shifting back to her regular figure. "This includes the shapeshifting of seawolves, the intricacies of writing magic and even the monstrous spells of time priests, though hours forbid you lot ever find those."
Tig laughed nervously to that and peaked at Gemjo, who only frowned.
Inyande took to pacing ahead of them, her greatblade perched on her shoulders, "We've got two days to make you lot strong enough to face a horde of witch doctors. To that end, I'll need to know how each of you fight. You first, sea wolf." She said pointing at Gemjo.
"I can turn into an orca. Swim fast, sometimes run."
Inyande shifted to Franco, "And you?"
"Me?" said Franco as he shot up for the boat.
Inyande nodded happily and the man struck a flexing pose, his arms held low to exaggerate his bulging muscles, "Well, the man who'll topple the Navy shall do so with his fists." 
"Cursed one?"
Franco's arm sagged to how quickly she switched from him. 
"I'm a pacifist." Shrugged the boy.
"Drunk one?"
"I hit things with bottles, mate."
For a moment Inyande went silent. 
Tig pointed at the Professor, "He's really good with that thing." 
Gemjo went to her side and nodded knowingly, "Oh trust me, I ask myself how they've lived thus far every day."
Seconds passed then minutes, all in utter silence save the wash of waves and brush of savanna air. Then, abruptly, Inyande flung her greatblade and stabbed the earth. 
She drew a breath and spoke in a voice loud enough to be a captain's, "In two days we'll assault the seventh island. I, Tig and Chireke will distract the main forces should it get unpleasant, the rest of you will free the prisoners. Now to do this you must get stronger, so listen well. Chireke, spar with Cantinio. Seawolf practice shifting into a wolf. Tig with me."
"And me mate?" asked the Professor.
"Almost forgot about you. Run laps around the island. And, before you protest, for every second I see you standing still, I'll deduct a shot from your reward bottle."
The Professor pointed down the sandy coast and back at himself.
Inyande held out an open hand and lowered her fingers one at a time, "One, two, three…"
Tig chuckled as the Professor dwindled into the distance. His hurried steps were immediate, his subtle shriek strangely amusing. 
Franco sounded behind him, "I'm sorry, Niss Ita, but I cannot fight a woman." 
"Nor could I bring myself to fight someone who is unarmed," added Chireke.
"Consider it a test to see who's stronger in my eyes," mused Inyande. "Less you two are afraid to try."
Franco gulped and met eyes with Chireke. They nodded in silent agreement, though admittedly, for two different reasons.
"I won't hold back, Niss." Started Franco.
"Nor will I."
The two distanced for their oncoming brawl and Tig caught Gemjo back to lounging by the boat.
She had one eye open and glowering his way, "Before you threaten me or reward me, let me say I've always wanted to turn into a wolf. Truly. So whatever effort you think I'll put into this it is my own genuine pursuit. I just--" she yawned "—need some time to rest up, to awaken my potential."
Tig spun to Inyande who, again, nodded and smiled. Training as she called it, seemed entirely implausible. Especially for two days. He then faced what he could only imagine to be a horde of witch doctors waiting an island away. 
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. He had heard the stories of witch doctors, the warnings to stay away. But then he had also met one such witch doctor. They were people and that only made it worse. But Inyande remained unphased.
There was a hidden facet to the woman beside him, a confidence that exuded itself beyond even Franco. Here stood a woman who knew not when to surrender. Here stood a woman who would win no matter what. He watched as she wringed her blade's pommel.
"Two days," she announced with a draw of it. "Begins now."

Everything that breathes is slowly turning into machines. A boy yet to fully turn sets out to sea to find the man responsible for it, the Mad Tinker.

Enter the world of the Twelve Seas where clockships fly on invisible timelines and the color of your wizard hat determines your profession.

The Twelve Seas are governed by the three fundamental laws of Chronodynamics. Whether it be through magic or technology these laws must be adhered to:

1. Time is a parabolic entity. It must always move forward.
2. Timelines cannot be created or destroyed.
3. The slowing or acceleration of time will result in an opposite and equal reaction.

He is a great fighter in real life, but he is mistakenly assigned a "Mage" job class in a virtual reality game! He is someone who uses power to conquer power, so he makes the most out of the mistake and transforms into a fierce Mage, versed in close combat, in the blink of an eye! By perfectly combining strength and spells, he uncovers a new path of gaming!

Fireball? Chain Lightning? Frost Mirror… Wait just a minute; I’ve come to practice kung fu! Spells have nothing to do with me! What’s that? I’m a Mage? Oh, right! I am a Mage indeed. But… Are you certain I’m one? Alright… Feel the might of my saber! My sword! My hidden weapons! What? You’re saying I’m no Mage now? Let me prove it to you if you don’t believe me! But even if you believe me, I will still show you just how unstoppable a Mage who knows kung fu can be!

"Lanxiang, what does it mean?" asked Oliver in confusion. He was familiar with the different languages and cultures in many different countries in the alternate dimensions, but he was helpless in front of Lucien's made-up words.
Lucien said solemnly and sincerely, "Although such schools are based on the apprentice system, they are undoubtedly a brand-new form on their own. The students do not depend on anybody else, and they will be paid after they enter the alchemical workshops, except that their wages are lower and their contracts are longer. Therefore, I have created a brand-new term for them - Lanxiang[1]. It's a name for such schools that contains the meaning of dream."
"What's your opinion?"
With his eyes closed, Atlant said with a smile, "I strongly agree with the idea to promote generic schools and vocational schools, but there is one problem. In the apprentice system, as long as you raise an apprentice, the apprentice will have to work for the alchemical workshop for free for ten years. All you need to prove is accommodation and food. However, this Lanxiang… Lanxiang demands the alchemical workshop to pay for the education in advance and for the apprentices' work after their graduation. I don't think they will take it willingly unless the Congress and the kingdoms browbeat them."
"Mr. Atlant, times have changed. The apprentice system in the past can no longer meet the demand of the current alchemical workshops. I don't think you need me to explain it. It can be seen by the fact that the apprentices of the Congress almost all became students in schools."
"I'll talk to the few companies I have shares in and ask them to invest in the first Lanxiang. In a couple of years, when their cost is lowered and their market is expanded under the support of incessant professional workers, the other alchemical workshops will probably be still short of hands. The early investment from the companies on their education will be retrieved from the profits they make."
Lucien made the gesture that he was not forcing anybody to do anything. It was always difficult to make other people pay money. Thankfully, he was no longer the young man who lobbied for environmental protection. Right now, he had become a member of the Highest Council who had his own forces and his wealth. He could totally leave other people behind and set an example for them to follow.
Also, the actual cost wouldn't be too much. He could ask Natasha to allocate a redundant abbey to him as the school, and issue tasks with his arcana points to make the sorcerers and the graduated apprentices teach. Also, starting from the second year, he would arrange for the students in the school to work in the alchemical workshops as 'interns' in their spare time, so that part of his early investment could be recovered.
Seeing Lucien's attitude, Atlant and the other sorcerers who were still skeptical were relieved. He nodded in a smile, "Indeed. Time has changed. The old stuff should be buried in the past. I suggest that the Highest Council vote regarding 'Lanxiang'. We will encourage the alchemical workshop to invest but won't force them to. Evans, if you want to build any, count me in."
Douglas clapped his hands softly. "I agree with the idea, too. The Allyn Telephone and Telegram Company and other corporations owned by the Congress will invest first as examples."
Since the investment was not forced, all the members of the Highest Council raised their hands. The atmosphere was rather harmonious.
"There's one other problem. Is the support of the Congress and the governments enough to popularize the generic schools? Will the students be out of jobs after their graduation? It must be noted that the apprentice system can almost meet the demands of everybody except for the alchemical workshops. Also, unlike the students of 'Lanxiang', they won't be built to fit in a certain alchemical workshop. If they spend a huge fortune only to discover that their life has not improved at all, it's possible that they will hate us and rejoin the embrace of the God of Truth. That's against our wish." Atlant was good at figuring out what people might think.
Lucien smiled, "Mr. Atlant, the change of time is a chain reaction. When the number of alchemical workers grow, the social wealth increases, and the alchemical items that shorten the distance among cities are invented, the whole social structure will definitely go through qualitative changes. Perhaps, one job will be subdivided into many professional jobs, and many things unimaginable in the past will appear. But of course, we will control the scale of the generic education. It will have to suit our wealth and social condition."
"Then, I have no objection. Evans, you are not reckless at all." Atlant did not know much about social development, but his old partner, 'Master of Transformation', was an excellent historian. She agreed with Lucien's prediction that social labor would be further divided. After talking to Atlant silently, she made him drop his suspicion.
The discussion about the generic schools went on for a while. Under the glorious banner of striking the faith of the Church, the Highest Council passed the motion, albeit stressing that it must not overstep the line.
"I would like to say something else." Lucien discovered that he was more and more like a leader. "I suggest we regulate the alchemical workshops in terms of overwork and child labor. The alchemical workshops must not overly exploit the workers, which will push more people to join the Church. It will be best if the working time is limited to ten hours every day. Children can be hired as workers, but their work should be settled according to their age…"
Because of simplification and promotion problems, the alchemical workshops were still underdeveloped, and the workers were in relatively good health. Therefore, Lucien believed that regulations should be made before the alchemical workshops enjoyed the benefit of exploiting workers. It would be much easier this way.
As for child labor, it was only a helpless compromise. Due to the lack of a good charity system, many orphans needed a job in order to survive. He could not pursue his dream without bothering the actual circumstances, which would only hurt them.
"I don't think we need to talk about such trivia in the Highest Council." 'Absolute Defense' Ataman stopped Lucien from continuing. "Regulating the alchemical workshops and better treatment for workers are suitable for our goal to renovate the image of sorcerers, but all we need to do is to propose the idea. Leave the details to the Affair Committee."
Oliver also interjected, "Evans, you are now also a member of the Highest Council. You can ask the Affair Committee to draft a law according to your idea first and then show it to everyone. There's no need to discuss the specific clauses right now. Everybody's time is precious."
Lucien nodded slightly, hinting that he was still adapting himself to his new identity. He was no longer a specific executor of orders, but a proposer, reviewer, decision-maker supervisor.
However, after hearing Oliver's words, Lucien remembered how he lobbied against the pollution problem again. In order for the Affair Committee to pass a similar regulation, he visited and talked to so many big shots. In the end, he had to introduce his opinion in the conference room of the Affair Committee and accept their questions. He was not even involved in their decision-making process but could only wait for a result. However, right now, Oliver asked him to let the Affair Committee draft a regulation as if it were not important at all.
"Is this the feeling of standing on top of all the sorcerers…" Lucien remarked with mixed feelings.
In the Highest Council, the chairman of the Affair Committee was the grand arcanist who supervised Allyn and got changed every five years. The vice-chairmen were Oliver, Ataman and the Sun King, who were good at battles or handling affairs. They would lead the external operations or exploration in the alternate dimensions.
Since the regulation of the alchemical workshop did not involve any immediate loss, the other members of the Highest Council did not object to it. They discussed more about the control of their territory, the construction of the three strongholds and the number of airships.
Lucien did not know much about them and simply listened. After all, even the seemingly clumsy airships were absolutely different from what he imagined. Although they were slow, many magic circles and divine power circles had been established on them, making them air fortresses. General attacks could not damage them at all. They had the advantages that planes did not.
As for the large planes, it was unnecessary for the senior-rank sorcerers, and for those below the senior rank, magic steam trains were a better option to connect more places with railroads.
Without him knowing it, the meeting approached the end. Lucien spoke again, "Everybody, right now, the highest honor in every field of magic belongs to different organizations and countries instead of the Congress, which is highly irregular. Since the most glorious title of arcana and magic is the grand arcanist granted by the Congress, the highest honor should also be a prize issued by the Congress. Also, since the arcana is developing faster and faster with more and more achievements, our standard should be more strict. Not only must the laureates have historic accomplishments, but they also need to have their own theoretical explanation on them."
"If the Congress agrees to set up such a prize, I would like to sponsor it with one third of my dividends to encourage the development of arcana and magic."
After he became a legendary sorcerer, most of the materials he needed were too precious to be bought and had to be exchanged with other items. Therefore, dividends were actually not that important for Lucien. He might as well use them to make up for his notoriety as the head-crushing devil.
"You would like to offer one third of your dividends?" Douglas looked at Lucien, surprised.
Because the Allyn Telephone and Telegram Company was still in the phase of infrastructural construction, Lucien's dividends were more than ten thousand Thales. One third of them were almost a huge sum of sponsorship.
Lucien nodded solemnly. "Yes. That's my wish."
"What about you? Do you have any objection?" Douglas looked at other people, mainly Hathaway, Atlant and Hellen.
Hathaway replied briefly, "It's not bad that the Congress sets up a prize."
They did not need to spend their own money after all, and the standard was so high that probably nobody would win the prize in decades. So, other people did not object to it now that Douglas was tempted.
Douglas chuckled. "Now that everybody agrees, we will set up the prize that contains eleven schools. As for the name, it will be named as Lucien Evans Prize, subdivided into Evans Prize in Elements, Evans Prize in Astrology, etc. The reward will be a level-eight perfect magic item."
[1] Shandong Lanxiang Vocational School is one of the most famous vocational schools in China and often appears in online memes.


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

The next day, Moses conducted the Dragon Followers' ceremony for the four of them. He again placed the dragon crystal in the center of the formation, and the four of them were transformed into Dragon Speaker with ease.
Julio even broke through the limit of his bloodline. He had become an Epic BOSS.
But the other three were not so lucky. It was not easy to obtain the Legendary bloodline, and the potential of their bloodlines had not been upgraded. The ceremony had only upgraded their attributes and levels, but by a huge amount. They gained the transformation ability and could now become a monster in human form.
In simple words, Julio and Albert's combat power had been upgraded by leaps and bounds. Previously, one of them had a low potential bloodline, and the other had the fire-related attributes and battle energy.
One could only imagine how powerful Albert would become after obtaining the Fire Dragon's Whisper, as he already possessed the fire battle energy before it. 
The other two received the transformation and dual attributes ability.
The power of the mysterious Moses was witnessed by the people of the City of Dawn.
William chose not to talk about it. He did not explain Moses' ability and his background, so everybody was still in the dark.
Moses also ignored everyone else. He spent his days casually removing curses, cuddling cats, sleeping, eating, and waiting for his death.
The other people did not dare to investigate Moses. They merely praised William for discovering such a well-hidden and powerful mage.
…
William seldom explored the underground tunnels of the City of Dawn. He was not fond of them.
This was the core location for the blacksmith workshops. The ones on the surface, they were bogus. The Dwarves in those workshops were only Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced blacksmiths, and the quality of the forged weapons was inferior but economical. The best quality one could get was Silver-quality. 
But these underground blacksmith workshops that were constructed along Rainbow River produced the highest quality equipment.
One of the branches of the Rainbow River flowed underground.
And on both sides of the branched river, these blacksmith workshops were located.
Their surroundings were lit by magic lamps so that the underground world would not be so dim.
In one of the largest blacksmith rooms, Dragon scales, skins, and small portions of Dragon's blood were hung on the surrounding walls. 
Saint Hammer warrior wielded a violet glowing hammer and hammered on a large piece of Dragon scale.
Old Hank possessed an Epic bloodline and was a Grandmaster blacksmith with extraordinary skills.
But it was still an arduous task for him to hammer the Dragon scale.
He noticed William approaching but ignored him. His eyes glimmered while he continued hammering the Dragon scale. He was focused on creating a piece of satisfactory work. 
Odom noticed the Dragon scale in Old Hank's hand and smiled. "The Dragon scale in his hands is the Fire Dragon's inverted scale, my lord.
This is the toughest scale on the Fire Dragon's body. Old Hank is following your orders to forge the toughest heartguard that can be added to the surface of another armor." 
William smiled back. He nodded in appreciation and said, "He's doing good. Use up all the Dragon scales, and forge them into equipment sets for the Dragon's blood warriors. I'll let them become the unstoppable blade of the City of Dawn."
"I understand, my lord. But the quality of these Dragon scales is too high, so without a master blacksmith, the Dragon scales can't be forged. Moreover, the forging would also take a long time." The deputy Lord of the City of Dawn, Odom, was a Grandmaster blacksmith. But he was busy with the daily administrative affairs, so he did not have the time to do blacksmithing.
William nodded in agreement. He walked to the riverside and observed the blacksmith room that was illuminated by the lamps on both sides. Many Advanced blacksmiths were busy hammering away and forging Silver-quality equipment sets. When one portion was completed, the workpieces would be passed to the next blacksmith down the forging line.
This was the assembly line version of the forging process. It was more efficient than when a blacksmith entirely created a single equipment set.
The City of Dawn had six legions with 18,000 soldiers.
Only 9,000 Intermediate soldiers had Silver-quality equipment. The Beginner soldiers were still using Blue-quality equipment.
It could not be helped. William could have ordered the creation of Silver-quality equipment for the Beginner soldiers, but it would consume too much mythril. And even though the City of Dawn had a mythril ore mine, it only had sufficient quantity to produce enough equipment for the Intermediate soldiers.
For example, the Guardian Legion, the newest legion and Beginner professionals of other legions did not have Silver-quality equipment sets. At most, they would have Silver-quality weapons.
William did not need to spend any money for the [Night Legion] and [Moonlight Legion].
The reason being that they consisted of Elves who belonged to huge families and establishments. Hence, they brought their Silver-quality family equipment when they joined the army. Some had Gold, Dark-Gold, and even Epic equipment… 
Most of the Elven families had heirloom equipment and weapons which had been passed through the generations.
When they joined the army, they would bring along their heirloom equipment and weapons.
This was the culture of the Elves.
The style of the Elven equipment was quite uniform. Most of them were streamlined and decorated with leaf carvings of the World Tree. Hence, most of them looked similar and did not spoil the overall appeal of the legion. 
William surveyed the blacksmith workshops that were working in full production. Then he inspected the core manufacturing industry in the city. When he was finished with this, he could only wait patiently at home. 
His equipment was not upgraded.
He had enough Gold-quality equipment set. Moreover, with his Legendary bloodline, the Gold-quality equipment set boosted a lot of his attributes.
The Sword of Thunder had become an Epic weapon called the Great Orange Weapon.
The Dark-Gold quality weapon was called the Small Orange Weapon.
Gold-quality weapons were called Gold Weapons.
The heartguard that was being forged from the Legendary inverted scale would turn out to be either an Epic or a Legendary equipment component.
If it was placed on top of the armor, it could protect the chest from damage. The chance of surviving a heart-piercing attack was significantly increased.
Since the game was about to enter the open beta, William wanted to develop his capability during this time. He did not want to create any troubles.
Iron Dukedom had sent out two elite legions consisting of 6,000 soldiers to slay the Dragon. But out of them, less than 1,000 returned home.
Moreover, their military fortress had been taken over by William. The equipment, food, and the heavy-duty crossbows in the warehouses were seized by William. The losses of Iron Dukedom were immense.
Iron Dukedom was thinking of gradually dominating Black Lava Dukedom.
But Iron Dukedom failed to obtain the Dragon BUFF, and two of their legions were almost wiped out. Black Lava Dukedom had gained a free upper hand at the border with Iron Dukedom.
The City of Dawn's attack on the Iron Dukedom made the Black Lava Dukedom very happy. The commercial trade between the Black Lava Dukedom and the City of Dawn had restarted, but the slave trade remained fully shut down.
The slaves and the nobles requested the slave trade to resume, but their cries were in vain.
The City of Dawn, the Iron Dukedom, and the Black Lava Dukedom were like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. They were at homeostasis. Nobody dared to break the status quo.
Everybody was waiting for a chance to start the war!
William had upgraded to level 57, which was 13 levels away from the version limit. His attributes had reached an incredible height…
He continued feasting on the Dragon flesh until he could no longer increase his attributes.
The Fire Dragon's flesh provided the following increments in attributes.
Power +25, Agility +18, Physical Strength +33, Intelligence +10.
He accessed his attributes panel and perked up. He was becoming stronger and beefier…
[William Blackleaf]
[Occupation: Watchman of Dawn]
[Race: Half-Elf]
[Title: Beginner Dragon Slayer]
[Bloodline Potential: Legendary (Level 57 Base attribute +57%)
[Endowment: Handsome]
[Endowment: Intermediate life force] 
[Endowment: Intermediate magic power…]
[Endowment: Power of Thunder…] 
[Endowment: Fury of Thunder…]
[Limitation: Activates once per 24 hours]
[Level: 57]
[Experience: (23,333/163,240)]
[Age: 17]
[Health: 1,800+2,500+2,000 (+2,600)
[Stamina: 4,780+1,500 (+400)]
His basic attributes were:
[Power: 434+37+26 (+135)]
[Physical Strength: 171+37+26 (50)]
[Agility: 442+37+26 (+112)]
[Intelligence: 146+24+48 (+10)]
[Special attributes are as follows]
[Charm: 163+42]
[Luck: 3]
"It's a pity. I've leveled up, but due to lack of experience points, the skill levels did not fully upgrade.
"If I take my Legendary bloodline into consideration, my 14,900 Health Points are worth 19,724." William had finished examining the panel information. He felt his Health Points had reached an incredible stat, only a few points away from 20,000…
And all this when he was only a 17-year-old kid.


This thought had grown deep in William’s mind!
This is the reason for his decision.
He was going to become the strongest NPC ever.
He will have the strongest armor and get beaten badly!
Who said that NPCs will have to be killed by players?
Who said that NPCs will level up slower than players?
Who said that NPCs will only drop equipment on the ground dead? He could drop dead even more… Touch wood!
Anyways, he will not die. With all of you weak players, I wouldn't even furrow my eyebrows once if I stand here and let all of you attack me!

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