At that moment I forgot everything for a moment. I did only see a black nothing. A weird voice spoke in my head:
[I grew up in a little village] [my father was a lumberjack] [mother died when I was 6, dad when I was 7] [I have 1 brother and 3 sisters] [my sisters could use a bit magic] [we were all placed in a different orphanage][I trained to become an assassin for the kingdom my whole life] [at an age of 14 they let my join the army] [they learned me some skills in the army] [but then…] [dr…] […]
"Necessary information known, start joining story" "necessary temporarily skills uploaded" "joining completed"
I woke up in a dark room with a headache. I didn't remember how I came there or where it was. After a moment someone came in screaming: "EVERYONE RUN!!!! IT'S A DRAGON ATTACK!!!!" In a second 10 people around me stand up in panic and ran away but for some reason not me. I had nothing to lose after all. I walked to the door without hesitation, with a rage for the dragon who dared to take the last thing I had in this cursed life.
I looked around and saw a 10 meters tall dragon attacking soldiers on the training ground. I didn't know all their names but one of them was called Alfredo, one of my teachers. I walked calm towards them; my life wasn't worth anything anymore after all. The dragon breathed some fireballs to the soldiers till most of them died, the others probably had some low level fire resistance skill (or too much luck), anyway the dragon decided to attack with his claws.
I took my daggers out of their sheaths. They are the best daggers you can find in the country, reserved for the army only. I ran towards the dragon who didn't even notice me until now. But my luck ran out, the dragon saw me. He turned around to me with an angry look, like foolish human, I'm going to kill him.
But my speed was higher than his, I was an assassin after all. I avoided his fireball and ran around the dragon. I jumped on his back and climbed to his head.
It is something most people don't even know, but a dragon can only spin his neck 45° at most, even less if they are older or from certain elements, a fire dragon can only do 35°.
But he threw me off (not really my best moment). I jumped away and saw a fireball coming to me, my leg was hurt so I couldn't dodge but I had my daggers, the weapon I loved more than anything.
NO
Not just a weapon
It is part of myself, it are just my arms
My whole life I studied everything about those two.
I knew one stand which, when used with enough mana it could defend against almost anything, even the hottest fireball.
I crossed the daggers in front of my head and used all my mana.
And it worked, the fireball didn't come through but instead, the daggers absorbed the fireball. The daggers are now filled with mana, even more than my own was before I used this skill.
I used a bit of it to heal my wounds. But the other mana was still in the daggers. I knew 2 other skills I could use it for. I first tried the safest option.
I gathered all the mana from 1 dagger in the top to spit out a fireball myself. It didn't work out, it was a powerfull yet not a powerfull as the original fireball from the dragon. It exploded when it touched the dragon but didn't do any damage.
My second plan was a bit more dangerous and stupid but it had higher succeeding change. I gathered the mana from my other dagger in the whole dagger to make him temporary sharper and stronger.
I ran to the dragon again and jumped with the last bit of mana from myself strengthening my legs. It was stupid as I already said but I hated that dragon anyway so I just jumped to his face and putted my dagger right in his left eye.
Normally it would be impossible to cut through an dragons eye because they are, although they are the weakest point on his body, also armored but in this case it was possible because I strengthened my dagger and because of the jump I made which put more power in it.
The dragon died and everything became black again.
When I woke up again I was back in my room with an message in my head:" look in the book for more information."
I looked in my own book where my status plate still was on the front page but it was different this time:
Name: Shisho Park
Gender: male
Stats:
Strength: 9 (medium potential)
Defense: 8 (medium potential)
Agility:9 (unknown potential)
Intelligence: 30 (infinite potential)
Wisdom: 20 (infinite potential)
Mana: 7 (you a bit less f*kt than last time)(potential unknown)
Mana recovery: 7 (same with this)
Skills: see page 3 for more information
New Skills:
Basic dagger use (basic understanding of the weapon: daggers)
Dagger mana absorber (absorb mana through daggers)
Dagger mana output (use simple spells through daggers)
Dagger strengthening (strengthen daggers through mana)
For more information about yourself go to page 5
It looked like I had some new skills and better stats now but not that much. I just don't really know what happened to me just now but I was happy anyway.
I remember I was fighting a dragon without reason but with a deep anger for him. I remember an loneliness and I remember the only thing I loved was my assassin training.
But those feelings left pretty fast and the excitement came up again.
My stats did go up with only reading 1 book. 1book!
Oh right you people don't know but my stats are really low. Yes I have more than the others but they are just too low, except my intelligence and wisdom is everything under average.
My mana and recovery are even less than most people without those stats at all. The average for a normal person without stats is 50 mana and 30 recovery so you can see why I have a note that says I'm f*ckt up with it.
And I am a summoned, a bit of a cheat actually. Sinjon has a 100 agility and the other stats are at least 70.
But I can let my stats rise with only reading.
I immediately started to read the same book again.
"you have already read this book once, skill learn will not have any effects" "since you already read one book today you can't use readers viewpoint again for the following 48 hours, this amount of time will lower when this skill levels up"
First word in my mind was sh*t