Soon after they cleared the air, Liu Feng received a private message from Damian informing them he had moved all the equipment into the hallway outside the spare room and was waiting for access. Thankfully, the guild meeting was in progress, so nobody saw the cyborg on their way to the meeting room. According to Damian, Liu Feng’s special order had also arrived.
“The microwave and fridge have arrived,” he told Zen. “I’m going to help register Damian’s access to the new room while he helps us install the new appliances. We’ll host the celebratory feast in our room after the guild meeting.”Nodding, Zen bade Liu Feng goodbye as the busy man left to help their newest party member settle in his new room. The cyborg hardly left his room, so nothing should happen. Even if someone spotted him in their dormitory, it would be alright. His sworn brother would be there to handle it.As Zen busied away cooking breakfast for the guilThere was a reason why Damian Gorski never attended parties, apart from how he never received any invitations. His family threw celebrations regularly, but the cyborg would often opt not to participate. Firstly, he couldn’t eat anything. Secondly, he wasn’t a social butterfly. The attention exhausted him, and while he loved them dearly, being in their presence was simply too much. Damian preferred the solace of his cold laboratory, tinkering with the latest invention instead. His family understood his eccentric personality and did not force it. However, the same could not be said about Zen and his party. With the Seer personally escorting Damian to the main room, he could not refuse.“He’s here!” Liu Feng announced as he entered the room. All eyes turned to their newest party member eagerly as the tantalising smell of food invaded the Seer’s nostrils. Was that fried dough sticks and black coffee?To maintain privacy from the prying eyes
After breakfast, everyone scattered to do what they needed to do. Liu Feng decided to hit the training dojo with Akiko, both deciding they needed extra training. Zen prayed that the dojo would remain intact after the two decided to hash out whatever tension they had with each other.Oritha and Sasha wanted to catch up on the much-needed beauty sleep while Damian was working on fulfilling his outstanding client orders. That meant Zen was free to do what he wanted for the rest of the day without interruptions from others. It was a rather rare opportunity, so the gamer wasted no time.Lying comfortably in bed, Zen returned to the virtual world and remembered how he logged out on the newest stage. The chaos of a battlefield greeted his ears, with injured soldiers lying everywhere.Mandy reappeared as soon as Zen logged back into the game. As more than an hour passed, the previous poison resistance buff was no longer applicable. Instead, Zen received a new rand
The fortress was huge. Zen wasn’t expecting the new stage to have such a huge spawning area compared to the second stage. It was massive enough to get lost in the fortress. The spawn village on the first floor had many NPCs compared to the second floor’s spawn. However, neither could be compared to the number of NPCs in this fortress. Zen saw how every soldier here had a name and unique appearance. It was as if they had been modelled after real people and not simply created using the character creation RNG generator. There had to be at least a hundred people in the courtyard alone. Zen didn’t know if there would be more or less people inside the castle or marketplace. However, at least a hundred more sentries were on these walls, watch towers and guarding the drawbridge gates.“Hey, do you know where the garrison commander is?” Zen asked a sentry guard on duty.The soldier was wearing chain armour and blinked at Zen. He stared at the adventure
The noble in charge of the fortress was a wimpy-looking young man who had only recently accepted the title of baron from his father’s unfortunate death. According to the page serving this young baron, the original owner of this fortress was a brave and commendable general. Under the old Baron’s command, the troops defended their borders for years with minimal casualties. However, the young son of the baron had no interest in swords. Instead, he went to the capital to pursue his interest in literature. Now that he was a Baron, everyone suffered under his poor leadership.Gunter did everything he could to assist the young lord, but the young man was only interested in furthering his studies. If anything, he still insisted on increasing diplomacy with the goblins instead of exterminating their race. Needless to say, Gunter and his liege did not get along well. If not for the commander’s sense of loyalty to his previous master, he would have left the foolish young
Venedict might not be the smartest person alive. However, he couldn’t understand why this young adventurer thought food was the key to victory in a war against barbaric monsters.Goblins could not be reasoned with. If anything, they were usually low-levelled monsters that adventurers slayed for some pocket money. There had been no history of a friendly goblin. They robbed merchant caravans like petty thieves and plundered villages, killing whatever they saw.More importantly, he didn’t know adventurers were skilled in potion-making, first aid and basic blacksmithing. Where did such a person hail from? This kid was a jack-of-all-trades. His knowledge of little knick-knacks comprised almost every occupation. With Zen’s helping hand, the severely injured troops recovered. They had almost eighty percent of their forces ready for battle again after Zen distributed diluted healing salves and applied first aid.However, Zen refused to take command of
It didn’t matter if it was the Baron or the commander holed up in the tower. Everyone within sight could smell the delicious meat grilling on the open fires. The goblins were as undisciplined as Zen expected them to be. They pelted rocks at the gates until they ran out of rocks. Then, they started camping outside the side gate to see if they could rush into the stronghold for a taste.The birds worked hard and collected the spoils of war with the cover of night. Zen found the daggers he needed and other items such as arrows, belts, and slingshots. He rewarded the birds for their effort while distributing the roasted pork among the soldiers inside.“What’s the situation at the side gate?” Zen asked the approaching scout.Nervously, the scout reported that the goblins had stopped concealing their presence. The guards were nervous as the number of goblins lurking increased.Nodding, the gamer handed a pork sandwich to the scout and than
Thankfully, Zen was a fast learner. No, it wasn’t simply thanks to the reincarnation perk that Celine — God, gifted him. Goblins weren’t the smartest monsters. Everyone knew that across every universe. There were no instances when a goblin was depicted as an intelligent or fearsome final boss. Hence, their language reflected this simplicity.Gobo.That was the basis of all words in the goblin tongue. The gamer could understand why the royal scholars rejected the Baron’s research. Even Oritha would be able to figure this out in a matter of two days. It wasn’t very difficult to understand goblin words.“Gobo, gogo bogo, gobobo bo,” Zen rehearsed in front of the shady merchant, who stared at him incredulously. He knew that it was his job to drop hints for players. Zen was a special player from the moment he set foot in the dungeon. However, he didn’t think the kid would be serious about learning a fictional language f
After parading around the courtyard with his new outfit, Zen and Venedict disappeared to fund Gunter. The hardworking commander was still keeping an eye on the goblins camping outside their side entrance.Once away from prying eyes, Zen humbly asked Venedict for a lift to the top floor. The warrior said nothing. He wasn’t even the slightest disgusted by the filthy appearance Zen had. The strong man lifted Zen over one shoulder and carried him like a sack of potatoes. The blood rushed toward Zen’s head, and his face burst into flames when his arse was held in a very visible position. Somehow, this way of getting carried gave him déjà vu.Gunter didn’t bat an eye when Venedict entered the strategy meeting room with Zen on his shoulder, wearing goblin armour and covered in filth. The commander only asked how the investigation with Stoneberry Keep was progressing. It made Zen feel bad he wasn’t prioritising the special quest, but he had a