Grant yawned while he carried an unconscious red-haired girl. Although he referred to Beatry as a little girl, she was by no means little.
The things he was feeling from his back was a testament to her decent bodily development. It had made Grant uncomfortable.
He wished so badly to be able to return back to the Inn and have a rest. Away from people.
'This is too much physical human contact...' He clicked his tongue. Grant wasn't the type to stay near people for too long much less interact with them unless he needed to.
His drowsy eyes glazed over to Stella who lead the way and the gobs followed shortly behind Grant. Discussing something that none of the two humans understood.
Remembering what she had done to him, Grant felt a bit dissatisfied. His body betrayed him after all.
There was nothing more terrifying than your body refusing to follow your orders. For it to act like that had a huge effect on Grant. He hated being controlled.
It was fine if you were his boss and you've given him instructions on what to do or not to do but to force him to do something against his will was quite unsavory.
"Stella..." Grant called out the blonde woman who turned around to look at her. Curiosity evident in here eyes while a sole index finger pressed against her light rosy lip.
Grant coldly narrowed his eyes and hostility rose from him. Making Stella frown and step back in uneasiness.
"Never do what you did earlier again..." Grant coldly warned before his fierce look became calm once more. Stella glanced at him lazily before turning back around and leading them once more.
"I'll think about it... But when the time comes where it has to be done, I'll do it." Stella fired back and sighed.
She felt off for some reason after seeing Grant angry at her due to using her authority as a master.
She looked at her right hand and saw the dim looking tattoo. She could only force Grant to do something for one last time.
'I'll save it and use it when you do not want to run despite being on the brink of death...' Stella had decided to do that. With the way Grant was right now, there really would come a time where he would go on a suicidal mission.
Grant recalled Stella's great usage of ice and fire magic and he was amazed by it. Magic was strong indeed. It would be a disadvantage if he were to not have any countermeasures against magic users.
And then Grant started wondering. What magic element would he have an affinity for? Earth? Fire? Wind? Water?
He was somewhat excited. Yet being tired from fighting made him want to sleep immediately. He looked at his stats and saw the changes. He had a feeling that soon, he would find the answers to what he seeks.
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[Grant Simmons] Human (Sealed)
Lv. 1 (No Class)
HP: 4000/4000
MP: 1600/1600
Stamina: 2345/9000
Current State: {Calm} {Anxious (Suppressed by Serene Mind) } {Highly Irritable (Suppressed by Serene Mind)}
Attributes:
Str: 900 - 1400
Dex: 1000 - 1500
Cons: 1300 - 1800
Int: 500 - 1000
Wis: 600 - 1100
Agi: 800 - 1300
Skills:
[Inhuman Strength (II) Lv 1](Tier UP!) [Magnified Senses (II) Lv 1](Tier UP!) [Pain Resistance (I) Lv 5](1 UP!) [Accelerated Thoughts (II) Lv 2](1 UP!) [Inhuman Durability (II) Lv 3](1 UP!) [Serene Mind (Max)] [Self Recovery (I) Lv 4](1 UP!) [Enhanced Endurance (I) Lv 8](2 UP!) [Nimble (I) Lv 9](2 UP!) [Unarmed Combat (I) Lv 4](1 UP!) [Mental Trauma Lv 6]
[Truth Lv 1]
Skill Points: 0
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His stats were growing more ridiculous. And that was just him being level one. Imagine him having a powerful and optimal class and being high level.
Grant looked forward to the time he gets a class.
He inspected the skill that had always puzzled him. It was named truth but why?
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[Truth Lv 1]
- Find the truth of the world that is shrouded in darkness
- The truth shall set your mind free of confusion
- Be wary of the gods
- Be wary of the demons
- Learning of the truth can either drive you into [Enlightenment] or [Madness]
- The truth hurts more than you think
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Reading the information only made him much more confused about it instead of actually understanding what it really was.
'Looks like I have to learn more about this world than I thought.' He presumed and added a new thing to the list of things he wanted to be done.
Terrunn, the new world he was in. It interested him greatly. Grant had the desire to explore and learn all about this world.
There was just this strange melancholic feeling that he receives whenever Grant learns about Terrunn or takes in the sights of the surroundings.
Everything felt familiar for some reason. A reason he didn't know why.
'Maybe... I was here before in another life...' Grant thought with his eyes closed.
Life is always full of absurd and unexpected things. Anything is possible.
He then remembered something. Grant glanced back and looked at his three followers before doing what was needed to be done.
Naming them. He already named the now capable witch gob, Deck.
Now it was time to give the last remaining two a class and a suitable name.
"Sword gob, from now on your name is Dean and shield gob your name is Dandy. It is up to you two what class you wish to take up."
Grant named the gobs who squealed in delight. A bizarre glow and aura enveloped the two green-skinned monsters.
Dean became a... Barbarian and Dandy chose to be a squire.
Barbarians were savage warriors who were able to enter an extremely frenzied state. Trading most of their sanity and self-preservation for a great boon of strength, resilience and the will to keep on fighting without batting an eye to their wounds.
Squires were knights in training. They possess the foundational abilities of a knight but not the experience, skill, and strength of real knights. Once one becomes a knight, they will turn into a great juggernaut capable of taking attacks head-on and shielding their allies with their might.
Grant now had a tank, a damage dealer and a debuffer. If only he had a healer as a subordinate, then he would have a decent four-man party at his arsenal. Those four would be able to stay at dangerous locations and reap greater rewards at a lesser risk.
Looking at the shabby gear the three goblins were wearing, Grant took note of what he wanted to do. Once he finally gets oriented by Stella on what their real goal is, he would make sure his three subordinates get the best treatment for him.
The goblins were his responsibility to take care of and he didn't shy away from such a chore.
Grant increased his pace, passively urging Stella to go faster and so she did.
His mind spun while his eyes became hollow. Grant was already scheming and making plans. The encounter with the dragon had humbled him and made his cautiousness climb up.
'I was too foolish.' Grant blamed it on him for growing arrogant. His guard had dropped due to that.
The goblins, leopards, hobgoblins and the weird bears were of no match to him. So he thought that he was unrivaled in the forest. Grant had made a mistake just like other common transmigrators.
'I can't believe I became stupid for even a brief moment.' He hated it.
He hated to be impulsive. He hated to be driven by emotions. To him, such things make him weak. With that mindset of his, something ticked inside Grant's skull.
He closed his eyes and reopened them briefly. But unlike before where his eyes always returned to their sharp and focused state, his pupils were oddly hollow.
Grant decided to lock his emotions once more. This time, he won't let go of that restriction that easily.
Reaching the edge of the forest, Grant turned back to look at his goblins who smiled at him. Only for them to shudder upon seeing his state.
Blank hollow eyes, a face too tranquil and emotionless to resemble a machine made from pure flesh and blood. A sharp aura of coldness permeated out of him and made those who looked at him to feel uneasy.
"Train yourselves and always be on guard. Find a hidden spot away from any prying eyes and make that place your camp. Do not wait for me to return and be proactive." Grant gave Dean, Deck, and Dandy a list of rules to follow for their own safety and benefit. The goblins understood and expressed their wishes to accomplish his commands with no qualms.
But his cold tone had worried everyone, the goblins had felt that Grant was troubled. Stella frowned. She had seen a state similar to Grant before in one of her travels.
Grant's hollow eyes resembled those slaves who had their minds utterly shattered. While his actions were akin to a golem who lived to fulfill its master's goals.
Such a state was dangerous. Stella knew that if nothing was done to bring a person out of such a mindset would make a monster.
A monster who lives purely for his own creed. Not afraid of sacrificing anything or of any loss to reach their goal. She knew these types of people were the ones to succeed.
But she didn't want Grant to be that type of an emotionless man. Even if those people succeed, they would waste their life away. Living a life of solitude and emptiness.
They achieved their goals. So what was there for them left to do in life.
The only thing such people do was lie and wait. Wait until death sets them free.
Stella was at a loss on how to fix Grant. She was his master and she felt obligated to take care of him. And since Grant was a nice person despite his extreme way of thinking, Stella had already thought of Grant as a friend.
Even Beatry, the girl who silently rode comfortably on Grant's back was worried. She was just pretending to be unconscious so that she could have an excuse to cling onto Grant and hug him. And maybe even commit his manly scent to her memory.
'My future hubby needs my help...' Beatry thought while sniffing Grant again. That action nearly brought her Ecstacy.
She already made up her mind. Once they reach the town of Zirakib, she would find lots of excuses to hang out with Grant and warm him up. Melting his now cold demeanor.
She snuggled up to Grant and clung tighter, an action that Grant took note of but chose to ignore.
The goblins disappeared into the tall grasses and the three-headed out. They were nearly home.