A Bad Cold
A single day…
Much too little time to prepare!
“Buying armor and weapons. Buying for less than 1 gold coin.”
“Looking to buy an unlimited number of herbs and food materials. Please sell them cheap.”
Weed bought these items in great numbers.
Mapan had left his party and Weed could understand the reason why.
“I’m going to have to teleport through a gate because I have to go hunt in a faraway place for the quest.”
“Congratulations, by the way, am I able to come as well?”
“Well, I have to go alone…”
“That’s too bad. I wanted to go along with you…”
“It’s Difficulty Rank is B…”
“…Good luck. Bye.”
Mapan specialized in trading skills.
Weed did not have the required skill to be a merchant.
However, bringing Mapan along would have been a bad choice.
He was too weak to keep up with him, so Weed headed to the Church of Freya for the rest of the day.
Inside the church were the High Priest and the group of Paladins.
“Hello. It is good that you have come.”
Weed trembled when the High Priest finished his sentence.
What were the odds alone? I thought High Priest Ossan was supposed to be a benevolent person. (It either the high priests name or a suffix in Korean, remember having heard that somewhere…don’t know what’s it in this case though)
It was a staunch and dense situation, without the slightest opportunity to escape from.
Weed was not going to give up the quest unless it was in the worst case possiblity with no return.
However, the day before, the high priest had said:
“This is a very important quest. I cannot predict the future of humanity. However, I do know that this matter is urgent. This could change for the worse in a matter of days.”
Weed wanted to nod.
This could not be any worse.
Depending on the circumstances that arise, he could very well never be allowed to come back to the church.
However, the High Priest placed him in an even worse situation.
“I founded this Church of Freya in this town. I trust that you are the Hero of the legends and that you will find the relic as quickly as possible.”
“What do you mean?”
“This time tomorrow, when you arrive, a priest of this church will be at your command. If you return with him safely then you will be rewarded based on how much stronger he has become. Do not be anxious about tomorrow and we will see you soon.”
Everything was set up so that he could not escape.
Somuren Liberty City, with the liberty lost! It was now like a prison without bars.
The Crown of Fargo had been stolen from the Church of Freya and Weed was not allowed to get help from other players. Weed was only allowed to use the people that the High Priest had provided.
“Now, I will introduce you to the person that you will rescue the Paladins with.”
The High Priest opened a door with a small key. Inside was a small boy that was wearing a white hat and white priest robes.
“This is our church’s candidate for the next Pope, Alveron. Thank you for your help.”
“It’s a pleasure, Weed.”
Alveron wasn’t a user, but an NPC.
Weed and Alveron headed deep into the church. In the center of the capital of the Kingdom, there existed a complex rune that had been engraved into the ground and served as a teleport-gate.
Riding the teleport gate would instantly send him to Morata. But he had not forgotten that the province of Morata was inhabited by the infamous True Blood Vampire Clan that was frighteningly powerful.
Not the entire Versailles continent was full of users.
Adventurers had discovered the Northern Continent but people did not approach it because the monsters were too strong.
He stood there and they began to start the teleportation.
“We absolutely must rescue our knights.”
The High Priest and the priests gathered large amounts of mana to operate the teleport gate.
Light came out of the gate, surrounding Alveron and Weed, and soon both of them disappeared from the Church of Freya.
150 years ago, the Nipplehaim Empire in the northern continent was destroyed by monsters. While the nobles were busy fleeing, the Templar army was wiped out. Afterwards the Nipplehaim Empire became territory infested by monsters.
A single law governed here.
The survival of the fittest.
The strong takes all.
“So this is Morata.”
Weed appeared at the opening of a cave.
The Church of Freya’s teleport gate and the cave were connected.
“Ohh, its cold!”
As soon as Weed arrived and went out of the cave, he felt a severe chill.
The terrain and climate on the continent differed enormously depending on the location.
Morata, in the northern continent, belonged to the cold regions.
In this zone, all seasons long, it was a perpetual ice zone.
“Never thought it would be so cold…”
Weed’s body began to shiver more and more from the cold.
His body began to shrink back from the random wind that was blowing into his collar.
-You have caught a cold. The body has become more rigid and the physical ability has reduced by 5%.
The speed at which satiety is reduced has increased by 25%.
In order to overcome the cold, it is recommended to wear thick clothing or sitting near a fire.
If the severe cold were to continue for a long period of time, then it may worsen.
The message had said that the cold could get worse.
But he could not stay around in the cave!
He had to look around and scout the area.
He looked around the snow-capped ridges.
Past the devastated city.
The deserted, lost city.
Across the center of the second of third rows of houses was the mansion of the nobility.
Over the rooftops with snow heavily piled on top, the collapsed ceiling of the buildings could be seen.
Though the interior was seemingly empty, there was random furniture inside. It seemed that the houses had been uninhabited for a long period of time without anyone to maintain the buildings.
“This must be Morata Village.”
Weed gazed across the town.
A black gigantic structure.
It had a large fence and didn’t have any lights on; the windows were also closed.
Crows flew over the roof.
The castle of Morata.
The black brick castle was covered in white snow. A strange combination that sparked a slight bit of inspiration inside of Weed. Jet black crows were circling around the top of the castle.
Usually, birds would easily freeze and die, but crows were tougher. The crows had been turned into vampires.
Because the crows had been turned into vampires, they could not die and were still able to move their limbs.
“It seems that this is where the True Blood Vampires are. This really won’t be easy.”
Weed finished scouting and returned to the cave.
-Temperature has risen slightly.
The cave with the teleport gate was a little bit warmer. It was fortunate that the cold winds did not blow into the cave.
“So this is the province of Morata.”
At an earlier time, the uncle of the Queen Natalya, Archduke Morata had ruled the province.
It had once been known for the outstanding quality of its leather and cloth and was quite prosperous, but now it had succumbed into a desolated village.
Humans were nowhere in sight, it was a ghost town!
In the capital city of the Nipplehaim Empire, Mordred, all the inhabitants had been killed.
Rescue the paladins, get rid of the True Blood Vampire Clan from the city, and find the Crown of Fargo.
That was all he had to do. It was a simple, easy plan.
But Weed was frustrated at the reality of it.
He was the Legendary Moonlight Sculptor.
To expect to do such a high level quest, he would need to have an amazing class to make up for the 68 levels he was short. He regretted that he had not gained more experience before returning to the ground from the flying city of Lavias.
“Now what am I going to do?”
Weed went back into the cave to ask Alveron some questions. Fortunately, the NPC Alveron had absolute trust in Weed and listened to him.
“So, before I start, I want you relax and sit down. I don’t believe that I have properly introduced myself. My name is Weed. I am older than you so address me respectfully. Okay?”
Weed spoke a little bit more politely as he asked carefully.
Alveron looked like a very young and fairy like boy, so he didn’t want it to get awkward if he was overly polite.
Weed wanted to ease the difficulty of hunting the monsters.
“This is a very difficult so I will need to know what level you are…”
The candidate for the next Pope was at an enormous level.
Weed had not known that a NPC could be so high.
Even so, priests did not have much combat ability, an area in which he excelled in.
The question this time was not about levels but about fame. From completing the quest, Weed’s fame had risen to over two thousand.
“Your level is fairly high. But I want to know how truly you have lived your life. How high is your fame?”
“Let’s see, 150,002.”
Weed tried not to sound condescending when he spoke to NPCs.
However, because Alveron looked like a little boy, he had forgotten that he was a master level candidate for the position of next high priest.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, rest for now.”
Like a good child, Alveron went and sat in the corner. Sitting in his white robe, his posture seemed to indicate that he was engrossed in a pious prayer.
“Now that the small tasks have been taken care of, it’s time to start.”
Weed laid a blanket on the floor.
Blankets were, in fact, essential items for travelling because they could prevent the chilling effects.
‘I did not realize that I needed to prepare clothes.’
Rosenheim Kingdom and Someuren Liberty City all belonged to the warmer provinces so there had been no need to carry additional clothing. He had never thought that such a difficult problem would arise from not carrying around basic travel clothing.
Weed’s body trembled as he flipped open his backpack and called out commands to retrieve items from his inventory.
He retrieved the weapons and armors worth 1 gold he had stocked up on in Liberty City.
Weed struck the breastplate with his fist firmly. He struck it several times here and there until it broke in several places. The items were cheap, with weak armor and durability, so it broke quickly.
“Now I do this.”
Weed pulled out a hammer he had bought from the blacksmith shop to repair the breastplate’s durability. With it, the power of blacksmithing and related skills increased by 10%!
He had purchased it in Somuren Liberty City.
He hit it on the breastplate.
Fixing a breastplate’s durability was hard. He hammered the steel plate a few times until the damaged area was fixed.
Weed then continued to break and repair the armor.
About 10 minutes later, a message window popped up.
-Repair skill proficiency has increased.
Due to the repetitive damage, the durability of the breastplate has dropped permanently.
-An item has been lost due to frequent destruction.
The breastplate that Weed was holding in his hands had been destroyed and had finally been torn to shreds.
Repairing broken equipment could contribute to skill in some cases, but if it was frequently broken artificially, then you would have no use for a breastplate made of inferior steel.
Weed continued to break all the breastplates, then the leg guards and once those were broken, he took out the helmets.
8 hours later!
Weed was able to earn 10% repair skill proficiency.
At the cost of 100 gold, the items of broken debris were piled up to the ceiling.
|[Repair Skill: Level 9 89%]|
Only 11% more until the repair skill reached the intermediate level. Then the durability of equipment could be repaired to maximum.
He had been repairing items without taking a break. Weed sneezed. He had a runny nose and soon thereafter he also had a sore throat.
-You have caught a cold.
20% reduction of the body’s abilities.
The cold can lead to other problems.
Weed was at a loss for words.
He had only had a little cold but now it had gotten worse. He had been sitting in one place for far too long without moving.
There were three tragic things to look out for when one slept alone.
Hunger, the cold and sickness!
Struggling with hunger was harder in cold climates since barley bread was no warm food.
The cold had affected his skills since it made his body more frigid. Weed was depressed that he had caught the cold.
Life had been so difficult ever since he started this game. He had gotten a class that he hadn’t wanted; he had also gotten into all sorts of trouble like the present cold.
Weed took comfort in the fact he wasn’t alone though.
‘Alveron’s probably is the same.’
Alveron was sitting over in the cave dressed in his white robe.
‘He’s probably feeling colder than I am because he’s only wearing his robe’
Weed felt a little bit of satisfaction, being better off than someone else put him in a good mood.
However, he didn’t know that Alveron’s robe had a special option, preventing the cold to penetrate.
Lee Hyun exited his capsule so he could start cleaning the house.
He swept the corners, wiped the window, scrubbed the bathroom sink and changed the lights.
Today was cleanup day.