Current level: 6

WIS-12

INT-4

VIT-6

AGI-4

STR-0

"Well, it's not too bad." Sev nodded to himself. He doesn't have anything or anyone to compare to, but that's nothing. Zero power is a bit worrying,

He comforted himself that he was a healer, not a warrior. Power doesn't mean anything to him.

His mind drifted to P

ettyBoi, how a tiny kid can effortlessly drag an adult woman miles away on the road without any effort. Seve

a

CE is half-convinced that this is due to the player's mutated zombie nature, although in reality, it is supposed to be a special forces fighter. Ha

With a wave of his hand, Severus closed the system window. He leaned against Asce

da

On a building near the CE Center, he pondered his next move.

This means that he has to carefully select those who need help and doesn't know where to start.

He found a hidden place next to a wooden house. Looking straight across the side, you can see the large stone building and its heavy wooden doors.

Since two days ago, some of the people in the town have been sparsely populated.

Severance doesn't know if it's because there are fewer people playing the game or if they've moved to other districts.

"System," he muttered, "the World Chat Room." “

A blue screen popped up. Lines of text are written on top and move upwards every time a new line appears at the bottom. It's a huge chat box with no separate channels or forums. Severance was a little disappointed as he was expecting something more, but he glanced at some of the information anyway.

Stalker Three: Has anyone found the orphan killer? c

azy_tall: You're still doing that?

Winston Church: That mission was over on day one. B

ai

S: You idiot.

Stalke

Th

EE: Impossible, it's over?

The murderer was caught. You have to abandon that mission. DaisyRose: Did you see that tank trainer, he's cute!

Stalke

Th

EE: But I spent two days looking for them in the woods.

B

ai

S: Haha, stupid

Refrigerator: Need revival, please on the way to Twin Bridges.

c

azy_tall: I'm sorry

c

azy_tall: You can take on a different task,

Sev scratched his chin. It wasn't what he expected to see, but it was fun to see what the other players were doing.

He could ask a question and see how others would answer, but .......

He closed the window. What if everyone thinks his question is stupid? This will be something that the whole world can see. This kind of attention is something he absolutely does not want.

It's easier to stay invisible.

He folded his arms and frowned slightly.

The door to the stone building on the opposite side suddenly opened. A huge man walked out, his shoulders broad, his muscles strong, and his eyes piercing. Much like the Guardian, he wore a leather cuirass over his long-sleeved tunics. He didn't have a weapon, but the other two people who came out with him did.

Is it a guard? He watched as the three men gathered in front of the building. They didn't do anything and didn't say anything, but their presence quickly caught the attention of nearby players. Some people walked over, they exchanged a few words, and then the giant man motioned for the players to wait.

It didn't take long for more players to come together and form a team. Out of curiosity, Seif decided to get closer. See what's going on?

Grunts of curiosity and anticipation rippled through the crowd. But when the huge man raised a hand, there was silence. It's like he's flipped a switch.

Until the man's gaze swept over the crowd. It felt like a physical object, heavy and stressful, and it made Sifrans instinctively straighten his back.

"I'm Registrar Mak

ite," the man said. He didn't raise his voice, but it spread all over them equally. “Asce

da

CE is in charge of me, and as a guest of this town, so are you. “

+1 Wisdom

Congratulations, you've reached level 7. You have unassigned skills.

Severance blinked as he felt the energy surging through him. He didn't expect to get a grade just by listening to a speech. It's pretty cool.

His gaze was on the "Unassigned Skills" section of the notice, but was quickly pulled back to the man still talking.

"Most of you have been in Eliana for three days. This should have enough time to get acquainted with the people around you, and the responsibilities that come with you outsiders. You're here for a reason. You are here because you are needed. “

It's like Mak

Ite spoke directly to him. In a way, Severance knew that this was not exactly the case, as there were dozens of players here, but the meaning of the words caught him.

He's here because he's needed. The time spent in the orphanage came back to him, and he remembered Atul and Kaita and all the children he had healed.

"Now is the time for you to go further. Those of you who have proven yourself will have the opportunity to join one of the clans. “

Mark paused again, as if waiting for someone to start asking questions. No one does. There was only a deathly silence, Mak

Ite nodded slowly and approvingly. He attracts their full attention,

He continued.

"There are many tribes in Elliona, and they vary in number, strength, and purpose.

The important thing you must understand is that here the tribe holds the power. Every town, every city, and every dungeon is controlled by a clan. Consider, for example, this town. It was built by my tribe, the free traders, in preparation for your arrival. As one of the larger clans, we are one of the few that can spare the resources to do this. “

There was a quiet pride in his expression as he said this.

He silenced everyone for a short while, during which several players whispered to each other. The two guards behind him remained indifferent the whole time, as if they had gone through such procedures countless times before.

Seif didn't know how to make sense of the message. Does this mean that everyone in this town is part of this family of free traders? What about Ms. Jovelyn?

He crossed his arms straight. Many players around him seem to be excited about this new twist, but he's not ready for it yet!

People don't do things for no reason. They don't fail to expect anything in return.

"Now," Mak

Ite said his voice was as sharp as a whip and shouted loudly asking for silence.

"I'm telling you this because you have a choice. If you want to continue your journey in Elliona, you will need to find a clan that supports you. They'll provide you with weapons, armor, work, and maybe some training if you prove to be worthy.

Of course, in exchange you will fight for them and help them in any way you can. Make it clear, outsider, you have to find a clan. If you don't, you won't be able to get through this town. “

Maknit's gaze was like the touch of an icy wind.

Severance tensed, his arms pressed tightly to his chest. This last sentence sounds like an ominous threat. Like it's going to join, otherwise ...

He felt his heart sink in. He didn't like the idea at all.

If Ms. Jovelyn is part of the free traders, then he doesn't want to have anything to do with them. After Hilma's explorations, he didn't want to be associated with them anymore. Whether Ms. Jovelyn is sincere or not,

The truth is that she plays him and the other players as if he were a violin. She manipulated them. He didn't want to be part of such a tribe.

But if not them, then who? What other options does he have?

"Can I ask a question?" A tall blonde woman raised her hand. She stood in front of the group, and there was something about her that seemed familiar. Severance leaned to the side so he could see the man in front of him.

He saw her name, and he should have seen her before. Severin. She's him in Elio

The first player a encountered. She's been slaughtering the worms like there's no tomorrow.

Makenit nodded solemnly at her. "Okay."

"You said there are all kinds of tribes. How do we choose? “

Whispering, the other team members began to mumble in agreement.

"That's a good question," Maknit said. "Other tribes will send representatives to the Ascension. You will be able to meet them and understand what they want from you and what benefits they can offer. After all, it is in the best interest of both parties to be honest with each other. “

She snorted. It seems that this answer satisfied her.

"What happens if we join one and it doesn't work out?" Another player asked. Makenit raised a furrowed eyebrow

This person was amused by the question. "If you want to leave your clan, then you and a representative must come to me, or another registrant. But I advise you to choose wisely in the first place. Leaving a clan can have undesirable consequences. “

"Like what?" The same player asked.

A smile crossed Mak

ITE rugged facial features. It's by no means a pleasant smile. "I hope you'll never find out."

"What's that--"

"That's enough," Mak

ITE interrupted this player's question. "That's all I need to know about you. Your next task is to join a clan. That's it. “

He waved his hand and turned back into the stone building. Two of his guards followed him in.

Quest Received: Join a Clan Warning: You must reach level 10 to join a Clan.

You have unassigned skills.

It seems that this task is above his level. Only desperate upgrades.

Surrounding players begin to spread out, wandering in different directions. Severance also returned to the same place across the street.

Ponder. To him, this whole clan affair didn't sound like a good thing. The part of helping others is good because that's what he's here for, but it's a little unsettling that he has to join a group of unknowns. How could he trust a tribe of strangers? Whether it's a video game or not, the idea struggles him.

But if he doesn't, Mak

Ite had said he would never leave the town. Severance looked up at the yellow leaves fluttering overhead. Would that be a bad thing?

Would it be a problem if you just wandered around here, cured children, and rescued lost people in the forest? He can even pick more flowers if necessary.

Sev sighed. He really needs Uncle Finn's advice right now.

At least he didn't have to worry about level 3 things about the Protoss. Now, he can focus on the task of helping the three of them level up.

Then talk to Finn tonight.

Feeling slightly better, he turned his attention back to the unassigned skill notification.

"Okay, let's see what we get." He opened the skills menu.

Unassigned skills

Level 7 Skills - Choose one

Me

d2 - Increases regeneration to 20% of the target's health. Clear the infection. Cooldown: 5.5* seconds Bolt2 - Increases ranged attacks to 2 Medium Bolts. Cooldown: 2s

* Because you have ≥10 intelligence, the cooldown will be slightly reduced.

Sev scratched his chin. It was a bit disappointing to see that they weren't really new skills, although it would have been helpful to enhance the skills he already had. He read it carefully, and then decided to go with the newer "complement".

Previously, during a mission with Georgie's parents, he struggled to keep Vlad alive. A more powerful treatment would make things easier.

He closed the menu. After glancing at the nearby towns, he leaned against the tree and sighed slightly.

It's a little awkward to say, but he almost hopes that the mighty Dude can help him here. After all, this crazy rascal didn't have any trouble running in front of the people!

He doesn't have a clear direction and doesn't know who to talk to, so he goes out and finds someone casually? It's kind of scary.

A low, funny voice muttered to himself beside him, "Are you finished?" “

Sev twitched as if he had been poked with an electric baton. He turned around and descended from the tree, where he saw a familiar black figure standing beside him.

Cobalt-colored eyes meet him.