Status

  Name: Rajeev Narayanan

  Race: Human(H)

  Class: Swordsman[(Common-G) lvl 18]

  Profession: None

  Titles: Giant Slayer, Vitality I, Strength I, Enlightened One(G), Agility I, Endurance I, Intelligence I, Wisdom I, Dao Disciple, Tutorial Challenge: Level 10(Pending)

  HP: 770/770

  MP: 510/510

  SP: 570/590

  Stats

  Strength:81(78)

  Agility: 99(90)(+5)

  Vitality: 77(74)

  Endurance: 59(57)

  Intelligence: 51(49)

  Wisdom: 48(46)

  Free Points: 5

  Dao: Fragment of Reality

  Class Skills: Mana Slash(Common), Dash(Uncommon)

  Profession Skills: None

  General Skills: Identify(Common)

  He dumped 1 point into INT and 4 points into WIS to get them both to 50, because his brain said so. Then, he slumped back into a chair he’d found, ready to enter the seriously badass time lapse of this special event. It’ll be epic. Action-packed. It will make you cry tears of passion and sorrow. And most of all, it will truly be a sight to see, an unskippable adventu-!

  *****

  Izol Zengris of the Zengris Clan walked down the halls to meet his Patriarch. The increased lifespan that came with power allowed large Clans such as the Zengris to exist, hundreds of thousands of members spanning multiple galaxies. His Clan was one of the leading powers in the Zeta Universe, and they were attached to the most powerful faction in the universe. The Patriarch of the Zengris Clan had close relations to the leader of the Trinitary Guild, after all.

  His Patriarch was a good man, and had long since earned Izol’s unwavering loyalty and admiration. His desire to impress was what made the head recruiter so nervous. Have I dared to do something wrong?

  Beads of sweat trickled down his back as he approached the large double-doors. No guards stood at attention near the doors, though there were never any to begin with. The Patriarch didn’t need something as trivial as guards at his door; it was seen as a sign of great strength. He raised his hand and rasped on the door. Three loud, echoing bangs reverberated around the space around him before petering off into silence.

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  Just as his tension reached its height, a deep, commanding voice sounded out from behind the door.

  “Enter,” the Patriarch called. Wasting no time, Izol pushed the doors open and walked in. Immediately, an overbearing presence washed over him, the doors slamming shut with a resounding clang behind him, a note of finality held within the sound. “Sit, Izol.”

  Wordlessly, he sat, and the Patriarch began to speak. “As you know, the Inter-Universal Wars draw close. The Planetary Movements are approaching, and we only have 100 more years. I was just a soldier in the last war 10,000 years ago, but I have seen sights that would make some of our more experienced members cry like a baby. This next decade is the most important one for recruiting, as anyone we recruit after that will not have the time to properly build up the strength needed to effectively fight in this war. We need everyone fighting to be at D-grade, after all. E-grades and below will be but cannon fodder. Even the D-grades are mere foot soldiers.”

  Izol took a moment to process the information that had been dumped onto him. It was certainly a dose of reality, to say the least. He looked to the Patriarch for allowance, and then spoke.

  “Sir, if I recall correctly, we want to defeat as many universes as possible, correct? To get to the as close to Blaxon as possible?”

  “Yes, that is correct. After the planets start to churn, and the outer move towards the inner, only the defeat of a universe can stall their progress. The closer to Blaxon a universe gets, the more ambient energy is in the air, and the faster people can progress. Resources of higher grades will grow in abundance as well.”

  “Well, Patriarch sir, I have been monitoring the integrations with razor sharp focus. Forgive me in advance for my bold behavior, but I assume you and the Guild Leader have already spoken on this matter?”

  “Yes. You have been looking at the the integration of that planet whose file I specifically sent to you. Make sure to pay close attention to that one. I am unsure, but… my instincts are screaming at me. That tutorial seems to have been blessed by talent.”

  Alarm bells screamed in Izol’s head. If he was being honest, he had just thought it was another normal planet, deigning not to give it extra attention beyond a single scout on top of the required Watcher that must be sent due to the Trinitary Guild being the closest guild. Requests like that had found their way onto his desk many times prior. Had he known the Patriarch himself had sent the request, however, he would have put his full, personal attention to it. With instincts as monstrous as his, if something were to catch his eye so strongly, it must be very important.

  “Yes, Patriarch, no worries. In fact, I will add to the efforts in that regard even more so than I already have!” He said, trying to redeem himself. His leader looked bemused for a moment before nodding his head.

  “Very well. That is all I have for you today. Make sure this gets done.” After a moment’s pause, he gestured to Izol to remain seated, as the man had already made to get up. “Wait. One more thing. Work with Tobius, the head trainer, to make sure all of our fighters are up to par. Put them through rigorous training, both physically and mentally. And contact Parvin to assign more dangerous missions. We must be ready for war, and I’ll be damned if our forces drag the Zeta Universe down. It is better for an equal of theirs to address this rather than myself. I can talk to you, after all, because you are a part of my Clan.”

  “Yes Patriarch,” Izol said with a deep bow. At a gesture from his leader, he left back the way he came, his mind already running at one hundred miles an hour.

  *****

  Xenon Langris, more formally known as the Patriarch, let out a sigh. Izol was a good lad, and was dedicated. Those were good qualities, but sometimes the boy tried to overcomplicate simple matters. Still, he was confident in him, so he let the matter drop. He rose from his chair, his tall frame covered in armor, the outfit rounded out by a sword that he had donned at his side. He had previously kept it in his inventory a long time ago, but after finding sheathes with benefits, he donned one at his side.

  His normal attire was forsaken for this battle gear. I must look proper for the convening of the Celestial Council, after all, he thought as he leaped off his balcony and flew through space towards the meeting point.