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title: "Chapter 9: Regrettably (1)"
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slug: "ch-9"
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novel: "The Player Hides His Past"
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number: 1
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views: 2850000
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likes: 198000
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wordCount: 3600
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createdAt: "2020-01-17"
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Episode 9. Regrettably (1)
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I could guess the reason.
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So. Are [skill] and [magic] different?
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When I manifested the utterance, I felt something foreign.
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Despite the differences in the acquisition process, utterance was still a skill.
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If I could manifest it, it should have been created in my skill list.
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But my skill list was still short.
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Skill
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Natural Enemy
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Silver Mastery
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Shooting Mastery
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Simultaneous Fire
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Horsemanship
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It was the same when he manifested other magic.
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That experience and this experience.
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From there, I arrived at a hypothesis.
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[Skill and magic are completely different concepts.
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Putting them on different lines made sense.
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How much time and effort did it take to manifest just one fire spell?
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I dont know exactly, but.
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I do know that it didnt fit the setup.
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Why, I could just look at it and cast it.
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Two of them, the Grand Prix setting.
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I opened my mouth to say.
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Well, that was a good enough reason.
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For once, it wasnt a defence mechanism.
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It was a completely different [skill] and [magic].
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But trying to understand a skill as magic was worth the trouble.
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I was trying to do something I shouldnt be doing, and my head was about to crack!
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But you succeeded in turning a skill into magic and manifesting it, didnt you?
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In that sense, the whole genius in the history of the Claudy family seemed to have been tacked on.
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I looked at the portal.
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Sure enough, it wasnt like when Id watched Skills on Netflix.
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I didnt even need a pen and paper.
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I could see the process in my head, from explore to interfere.
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Portal, an incomparably higher level of magic than fire.
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I felt like I could really manifest such high-level magic.
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Of course, it requires a great deal of magic power to manifest.
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I probably cant even attempt it right now.
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But its enough to know that I can.
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I shifted my gaze to take in the view of the Wizards Tower.
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There would be plenty of stops along the way, but this?
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Part of me wanted to grab a passing mage NPC and ask them to do me a favour.
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Show me some magic.
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Nothing too difficult, just start with the lesser spells.
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Of course, theres no way the denizens of the Nostril Tower would grant my request.
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Besides, I know now is not the time.
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Hunt the Vampire. (Ongoing)
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Announce that the hunt has begun. (Ongoing)
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I dont need to be taught.
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This noble pride would never allow me to ask for a favour.
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Or a command.
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Truly, I am a tired character.
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I soon walked through the portal.
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Again.
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With a stride that could not be more arrogant.
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Whirling
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Damn, its cold.
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I should have packed a hot pack instead of a green tea bag!
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It was cold enough to make me want to wrap my arms around myself and stomp my feet.
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But this body doesnt ask for anything.
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Theres no way I could be so ungrateful.
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I walked on my legs, which were about to give out.
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The view changed and I saw a dense forest.
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A large crowd had already gathered there.
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Yes, Im in Russia, in front of the new rift.
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Journalists.
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Okay, lets go into the crack you guys want, how many times?
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Netubers.
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Hows the situation. Is everything okay? Uh, the video is coming through fine.
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Even the guilds camped outside.
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Indeed, it was a glimpse of the interest in the Count Ascura Rift.
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Well, mostly competitors, anyway.
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After all, my quest objective was to hunt vampires.
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Competition from flying and crawling guilds and players.
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To be honest, it would be impossible to defeat Count Ascura before them.
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We were outnumbered and out-leveled.
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But I was full of confidence.
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Lets hope its a well-founded confidence.
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I stepped to the nearest crack, hoping.
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Ai, wait.
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?
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Hey, lets keep some common decency.
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A man stopped me in my tracks.
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A man with a round face.
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He was holding a tripod with a camera in his hand.
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Hes a Netuber.
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He looked me up and down.
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Theres no way I dont remember this pace and. Youre new, right? The concept is fresh. What, a salaryman in a crack house or something? Whatever. Ill review this crack, and you can find another one. Huh.
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A new NetTuber with a salaryman concept.
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Hard to argue with that.
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Im pretty sure I look the part.
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At first glance, I dont look like a crack player.
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But look closely.
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Am I holding a camera like you?
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As much as I wanted to say yes, I couldnt.
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Get out of the way.
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What, what?!
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I dont have any patience left in me right now.
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A voice colder than the biting Russian wind.
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It summed up my feelings: Im so cold I cant stand it.
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It was the gentlest expression I could muster.
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Tongue, have you seen the new recruits these days, theyre such a joke! What? Youre telling me that Im automatically in the wrong? No, sister-in-law, if you say that to me, Im going to have to go to.
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Leaving the panicked man behind, I stood in front of the crack.
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[Outskirts of the Manor]
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[Suitable Level : Lv.240~270]
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[Collapse Progress : 9.7%]
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My current level is 67.
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A whopping 200 levels below the proper level.
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In front of such a crack, I had only one thought.
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Maybe I can escape this cold if Im inside the crack.
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*By.
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Berserker, 32nd in the guild rankings.
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Guild Master Leonie Belluccis white brow creased.
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What the fuck?
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Leonie is currently level 348.
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She was ranked in the top 100 of the player rankings.
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As befits her position, she had a lot of experience.
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However, this crack was unlike any other.
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It sucked, really sucked.
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Leonie swung her twin swords.
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Swish.
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Im pretty sure I cut his leg.
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The red-eyed wolf didnt even pause.
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You son of a bitch!
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Swoosh.
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A steady stream of swordfire from the twin swords!
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Soon the wolf was down.
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No wonder.
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[Bloodstained Wolf: Lv.230]
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A difference of a whopping 100 levels.
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Theres no way a level 230 monster could handle her attack power.
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Leonie checked the system message.
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She had definitely defeated it, and she had definitely earned experience.
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But whats with this creepy feeling?
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, guys. Is it just me?
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Leonie looks serious.
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However, his serious face didnt match the background.
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Shes cute, even with her scarlet short haircut.
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A slender frame.
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Who would recognise her by her appearance alone?
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A berserker, a master of the Berserker Guild.
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What else?
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You pretending to be edgy again?
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Shes not scary at all.
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So the guild members smiled wryly.
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Partly because she had a cute face.
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It was because Leonies touch wasnt as good as her usual sharpness.
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Of course, the cordial mood was always short-lived.
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No, fuck. Its fucking cheesy!
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Is there anyone else in the world who opens their mouth and then breaks it?
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Im not kidding, it was a shocking twist on a daily basis.
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My guildmates let out a collective sigh.
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Yeah. This is what we do.
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But whats wrong with it? Why, because its too easy?
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Arsehole triggers.
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Leonie pumped her fist in the air.
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No, of course its too easy! What level are we?
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Sis, we can watch our language, but lets not get out of hand, okay?
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Spare me the nagging. I mean, have you guys seen this mob?!
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Puck-
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Leonie kicked the wolf on the ground.
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They dont show a single sign of pain until youre all over them.
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Well, isnt that just because theyre demons?
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Quack. Are we the first demons youve ever caught? Didnt you ever hear an imp scream?
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Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
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Thirty of the Berserker Guilds finest, including Leonie.
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They entered the rift [on the outskirts of the estate] and hunted for about three hours.
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They must have killed dozens of [Bloodstained Beasts] and [Bloodstained Bandits] in the process.
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Did you hear them scream or squeal?
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Looking back, I really didnt.
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When the guild members didnt respond, Leonie shrugged.
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Somethings up with these bastards.
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So whats that something?
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No, fuck it. How the fuck would I know?
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Sis, from what Ive heard and seen, its definitely weird. But its probably nothing, right? After all, you caught it and got experience points for sure.
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Thats true, but it has a sense of touch?!
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The guild is always ranked 30th.
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Theres a reason were ranked so high.
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Our guild has fallen from grace.
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What do you really think I am.
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Leonie was about to make a move that wouldnt work.
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In a forest far away.
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-Crack, crack!
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A voice called out.
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It was faint, but it sounded like the grunting of a beast.
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Suddenly, all eyes were on Leonie.
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Hey, , whats with the so be it look in your eyes?!
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A few players have entered the rift.
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Maybe thats the sound theyre making.
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-Ahhhhhh!
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But the pitiful ensuing howl drove the wedge.
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Now it wasnt a glare, but words.
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So it is.
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Thats how we are.
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Ha. What else is wrong with you?
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Why were they whimpering and howling?
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I was half resentful, half curious.
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Leonie led her guildmates toward the sound.
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We might as well join them, after all, were going to be attacking the Rift together.
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In truth, the Rift was nothing more than a warm-up.
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Even if a demonic monster appeared, the guilds participating in this raid shouldnt have any trouble clearing it.
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The real competition would begin after clearing all the Outer Rifts.
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The [Counts Estate] Rift.
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Who the fuck are these guys?
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What would make those reclusive bastards howl in fear?
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Leonie rattled off a few possible candidates.
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Well, not the Shining and the Gaon. We avoided them.
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Ranked first and fifth.
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Wed be nothing more than shrimp in a whales tail if we went up against those two guilds.
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With that thought, the Berserker Guild entered the Rift far away from them.
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There werent many candidates left.
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Second Sun, or Bohemians. One of them.
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But like I said.
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Leonies touch is not very good.
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There was no guild at the place Id followed the cries to.
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Instead, there was a strange man.
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But his appearance was just as out of place as Leonies.
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He wasnt even in a suit, much less shoes.
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But worst of all.
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He had a teacup in his hand.
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Morak Morak.
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Steam rising.
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The teacup looks warm just by looking at it.
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But strangely enough.
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The mans figure didnt look the least bit unnatural.
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It didnt fit in with the background.
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There was a relaxed air about him.
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He looked like he was enjoying his tea time.
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Yuck.
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What the fuck are you doing, that?
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Leonie swallowed dryly at the alien scene.
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Im afraid not, the man said.
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Im afraid not.
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His voice could not have been more firm.
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I dont have a car for you.
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Its warm.
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Im finally getting over the chill.
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Now that I know the value of tea time.
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I cant help but cherish the green tea bags in my pocket.
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So.
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Yuck.
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Pretending to be thirsty doesnt give you anything.
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Hunt the vampire. (in progress)
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Let them know the hunt has begun. (Successful)
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Make them feel the fear of being hunted. (Ongoing) |