Chapter 111: Akara
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'Hello, traveler:
Our blindness allows us to see the future, but it does not allow me to know who you are. Well, I'd like to tell you about our story, so please don't let our existence disappear from this world.
You are in a training base that's set between heaven and hell. It's an unfortunate place, indeed. Challengers come from the heavens to test their strength against the demons. At the same time, the demons tempt those challengers and corrupt them to side with them. The battlefield was set here, right in our homes.
To increase the chance of survival, the archangel, Tyrael, was sent by the heavens to lead our way. While the rogues have learned to use bows, the lancers have learned to use their mana, and the swordsmen have learned to use magic. Just when we thought we could hold our ground, things only got worse for us.
All the capable fighters were sent off to fend against the attacks of the demons. Over the past years, countless blood has been shed. Everywhere there is a rogue's encampment, and only corpses are left as the rogues tried to stop the invaders.
Blood Moor, Cold Plain, Stoney Field, Dark Forest, Black Moor, Tamoe Highland, the prison, and the cathedral; Every site owned by the rogues was taken, and almost all of their guardians were slain.
As the recruiters grew in their numbers, the rogues could no longer meet up with their demands. When our race was on the verge of extinction, Heaven left us to perish. They left us, even though we have sacrificed so many lives for them.
Then, the demons began their extermination. Our civilization is gone, and Warriv has been killed. We had no ship to sail to Lut Gholein, so we have lost all our contacts there. Gheed has not appeared in the rogue's encampment for a long time. We have lost all our sources of food.
Finally, the circumstances became so dire that not even the demons had any interest in us. After they've left us, the blacksmith, Charsi, returned to the embrace of the Rogue goddess. Kashya went to the Sister's Burial Ground. She went there so she could reunite with her sister, Blood Raven, in death. There are no rogues in the rogue encampment anymore. Only I am left, a priestess who serves this place.
After leaving this message, I will head to the cathedral as well, and I will reunite with the rogue goddess for the rest of eternity.
Travelers, please, don't forget that we existed. Don't let our deeds fade away from history."
Abel wiped away the tears off his face. He was in the world from Diablo after both Heaven and Hell had left. The rogue encampment was gone, and all that's left were abandoned buildings with no one inside.
Akara kept pleading Abel to not forget about them and how their civilization had existed. "I will always remember you," Abel thought to himself, "As long as I live, I will never forget how your kind survived till the very end. I will pass your legends to the next generation, and the generation after me will pass it onto the next one! Your history will be remembered!"
As though responding to Abel's oath, the diamond piece split into pieces in the air, and the image of Akara disappeared.
There might be some survivors left. But, to get to the closest city, Lut Gholein, Abel would have to obtain a boat to travel across the ocean in the east. Right now, Abel had no way of doing that.
Abel took the night pearl from the portal bag and walked into the tent. The tent suddenly became bright. According to legend, Akara's tent was enchanted with special magic that could manipulate space. The tent might look small from the outside, but a lot more area was revealed when the night pearl was taken out.
Abel spent almost an hour cleaning up the dust in the tent. Apart from the table next to the door, there were many crystal bottles with magic powers over the alchemy table.
On the other side, there was an alchemy table for drawing scrolls, some ink, and a rune pen.
Abel stepped forward and opened the ink. The ink was completely dried up, but the rune pen seemed to be working very well. Abel didn't know what the pen was made from, but he could feel the magic coming out of it even after it has been unused for so many years.
Abel placed the rune pen into the Horadric Cube. He wanted to observe the properties of the rune pen, but apart from a dark gold text stating "Akara's rune pen," no other information was conveyed.
As it turned out, not even the Horadric Cube could find much information related to this rune pen. Only its name could be displayed.
So that's how Abel obtained his first dark gold quality equipment. The rune pen might be a support item, but it could do a lot for the user.
Thinking back, Akara was a master of scrolls and potions. She was the one in charge of making all the scrolls and potions inside the rogue encampment.
Abel turned to look at the magical fluctuating bottles on the alchemy table. He picked up one of them and placed it in the Horadric Cube. He focused his power of the will on the bottle, and then the bottle showed a row of dark gold text stating "Akara's Alchemy Bottle 1/10."
The 10 bottles on the alchemy table were a set of experimental equipment for alchemists. All the bottles and jars were of dark gold quality.
Abel had to learn alchemy before he could use "Akara's alchemy bottle." He would very much like to test the running pen's effect right now, but his current priority was to scout across the whole encampment.
Abel went out and headed to the blacksmith's shop to the north, where it belonged to the blacksmith Charsi, a lady with a tall and robust body. During her time, she was the only blacksmith inside the rogue's encampment.
The wooden shack in the smithy had collapsed, and some of the blacksmith tools buried could be seen. The most noticeable part, however, was the fire that was emerging from the crack on the ground. Even after so many years, the flame never stopped raging for even one second.
This fire was originally used as Charsi's personal stove. No matter how fine a piece of material was, this fire would always be hot enough to melt it down to liquid form. It was the perfect fire for any professional blacksmith.
Abel's muscles were very powerful at times like these. The magic sword was used as a shovel, and he dug out the buried blacksmith tools from the collapsed wooden shed. Although these tools were buried for a long time, they were not damaged too much. Not a lot would have to be done for them to be usable again.
Pretty soon, Abel's built himself his own blacksmith's workshop here. If he wanted to create something here, he could always visit this workshop in the future.
The sun came up when Abel was just about to be done. He could now see what the whole rogue's encampment looked like.
The rogue's encampment was built next to a river leading to the sea. On each one of its sides, there were gates made of thorns to hide what building that was in its center. When Abel touched the spiky fence with his hand, he could feel a lot of light energy coming out of it.
No wonder such a small camp could remain to this day, even when there were demons around before.
Inside the square where Abel came from, the mysterious box suddenly appeared again. If Abel remembered it correctly, it was a magic item that could store a large number of items.
Abel approached the box and tried to open it. As soon as he came into contact with the box, a message popped up.
"Do you want to open the private collection box?" the text read.
"Yes," Abel said bravely. As an experienced gamer in his previous life, he was not weirded out at all in this situation.
A dark golden light flashed in front of the wooden box, and the lid was opened to reveal the vast space inside. Abel could feel it with his power of the Will. The box was connected to his soul. From this point on, no one except him would be able to open it.
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Chapter 112
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Chapter 112: Bloor Moor
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While holding it in his right hand, Abel held the Horadric Cube close towards this private storage box. He wanted to put the box inside his Horadric Cube. There was no one in this world anymore, so using the box here felt weird for him.
As a white light flashed by, the private storage box had taken four slots inside the Horadric Cube.
What did it look like outside the camp? The sky was bright now, so Abel walked along the main road of the square towards the exit of the camp. After he went around the wall, he came to the Blood Moor, a huge plain located outside the rogue encampment.
The morning sun shone on the land of Blood Moor. The ground was barren with nothing but weeds. Abel felt lonely when he was walking around this place. It was human nature to be in a group, after all. Right now, it's probably just him who's still around.
Swish.
While Abel was getting kind of zoned out, an arrow suddenly shot at him from his front. Fortunately, he was in his armor, so the arrow just bounced off his chest as soon as it landed.
Abel was startled. He looked towards the direction where the arrow shot from and found that it was a mouse that was attacking him.
It was a mouse with thorns. It was kind of like an echidna, except the spikes could be fired like tiny arrows.
"Quill rats!"
Abel didn't expect there to be any creatures from the underworld here. Quill rats were the lowest amongst creatures from hell. When a normal rat was corrupted by the dark powers of hell, it would be turned into a quill rat that would hide in the bushes to shoot spikes at any nearby humans.
The magical sword in his hand lifted, blocking this second long thorn. Abel stepped on the ground and pressed hard, leaving a deep depression on the ground. He rushed forward like the wind and swung at the rat in an attempt to kill it with one hit.
Bang.
Abel thought that he could split the quill rat into two. Yet, even with his full strength, the most he could do was to leave a big cut on the quill rat. Black blood ran from the darn beast's wound, but it was not moving any slower. Soon, it shot a third spike towards Abel.
Abel dodged the long spike again. He looked at the quill rat that was slowed by the ice magic sword. If a rat was this hard to kill, he might need to do a lot more preparation if he wanted to survive in this world.
Even after two seconds, the slowing effect of the Ice Magic Sword was still in place. Abel felt kind of weird for a bit. The slowing effect was only gone after two more seconds, but the quil rat had already shot so many spikes at him.
Just how durable were these creatures against physical attacks? Abel was thinking about killing it with magic, but he couldn't even cast a basic "fireball" at this stage, let alone launching a spell that would finish this fight.
Abel came forward and slashed for a dozen times with his sword. After mashing the quill rat into the mud of flesh, it finally lost all signs of life. Not even cockroaches were that hard to kill. As it turned out, all creatures from hell were highly-resistant against physical attack. If Abel wanted to explore this land further, he might need to learn some more magic first.
While thinking that he was safe for now, a shadow suddenly appeared from the pile of the dead rat's corpse, then rushed straight towards the Horadric Cube. Abel had never seen anything like this before. He quickly opened his Horadric Cube to check if anything was wrong, but couldn't find much change at all. Perhaps the Cube was just absorbing the soul of the quill rat.
Anyways, it had been more than ten hours since he came to this place. Abel returned to the square of Rogues' Encampment. He held down the Horadric Cube in his right arm and took out the Scroll of Town Portal from it. Since this wasn't Earth, he might just be able to go back to his bedroom.
The mana slowly flowed to the town's teleportation scroll. After blue light flashed by, the oval magic portal appeared once more. Abel looked around him for a while. When the white tent appeared in his sight, he said goodbye to it.
"I'll come back!" Abel whispered.
Then Abel walked into the water ripples in the magic portal. He suddenly felt very dizzy again. After he opened his eyes, he found himself to be inside his room at the Bakong City Boulevard.
If his calculation was right, now was the time to head to the noble arbitral tribunal. He still had some compensation fee that he needed to pay.
After finding Loraine to be in front of him as he opened up the room's door, Abel chuckled for a bit.
"What's wrong, Loraine?" Abel asked, "Are you here to come to the noble arbitral tribunal with me, by any chance?"
"No?" Loraine replied with a confused look on her face, "I'm here to tell you that dinner is ready! Aren't you going to the noble arbitral tribunal tomorrow?"
"Ah!" So that's what it was. As it turned out, the flow of time in this reality was not the same as the one in the world of Diablo.
After having his dinner with Loraine, Abel got himself two hourglasses and went straight back to his room. He didn't mind as Loraine was watching him doubtfully this entire time.
Abel took out the Town of Town Portal from his Horadric Cube. By this point, the two Scrolls of Town Portal he used before were now recovered. After checking that there were twenty scrolls inside the cube, Abel took one out and opened up a portal with his mana.
Abel reversed the two hourglasses at the same time, one on the ground, the other in his hands. He then entered the portal, then returned to the square of the Rogues' Encampment.
Whilst waiting for the portal to take him there, Abel decided not to waste time and began to meditate. As he focused his internal thoughts, the pattern of the first-level apprentice wizard appeared in front of him. He then guided the magic into the pattern with his mana.
While Abel was channeling the mana with his power of the Will, the mana started pouring and flooding inside the rune. If air here wasn't so concentrated with magic, he would've had to spend a lot more effort trying to keep the magic inside the rune's patter.
The magical meditation in the magic tower was like the air flowing into the pattern of the first-level apprentice wizard, but here the feeling of air was very different. Abel was painful but happy at this time. The pattern of the first-level apprentice wizard who has just been drawn for a long time had never been poured into so much magic. Now he was able to try to slow down the influx of magic with mental power.
Although he didn't get much help in this world, the magical environment had given Abel a huge surprise. At the end of a careful meditation, he found that one-time meditation here was comparable to five times meditation in the outside world. After many months of meditation, other people's five years of meditation, he could achieve the same effect in only one year, and it would allow him to get more time to learn other knowledge.
Looking back at the hourglass, one meditation took an hour, and Abel 's meditation experience was very low. As the number of meditations increased, the experience has increased, and the time of meditation would become faster and faster. It was the only way Abel knew to restore magic at that time.
When Abel just entered the tower, he didn't know much about the wizard, but he knew that there must be other ways to add magic, because meditation could only be used in the tower, and if we went outside, the thin mana of the world couldn't help him meditate normally. Without auxiliary methods, the wizard couldn't leave the magic tower.
Maybe he would know this as Abel's stayed in the Tower of Magic became longer and longer, but now he was only able to use meditation to restore his magical power.
The next step was to practice the 'fire bullet' spell. Abel was not prepared to save mana but used the mana directly to draw the 'fire bullet' pattern here. This practice effect would be better, he thought.
Abel's magic was only enough to practice drawing the complete 'fireball' pattern four times. It was very hard for him not to make any mistakes now, but for the most part, he could practice for about twenty times before he needed to replenish his mana.
During meditation, one could replenish mana and increase manas. When the mana was increased, one would have to be very careful to distribute it as evenly as possible across the rune. Replenishing was a lot easier. As long as one's power of the Will was connected to the mana, the mana would automatically flow to where the rune designed it to be in.
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Chapter 113
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Chapter 113: Disparity of Time
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With the level that Abel's currently at, it would take 10 minutes for him to recharge his mana in the Rogue's Encampment. If he were in the magic tower right time, this process would take much more time.
As he continued to practice using magic, Abel became more and more familiar with the 'fireball' spell. He started making fewer mistakes. If he made one type of mistake, He made sure that the same wouldn't happen in his next practice. This was why he was learning so fast.
Slowly and steadily, Abel kept using his mana to practice casting the "fireball" spell. After replenishing his mana for the twentieth time, he was now 20% closer to casting the complete spell. Pretty soon, he would be able to cast his very first spell.
Abel noticed that his head was starting to hurt. He turned his head and looked at the hourglass on the ground. The hourglass should've taken ten hours to drain, but there was barely any sand on the top.
Time flies, so they say. No wonder those wizard apprentices outside the magic tower can sit for months and years. Even when mana was so dense here, Abel would have to take so long to practice his very first spell.
Abel picked up his hourglass and returned to his room with his Scroll of Town Portal. He had placed another hourglass inside his bedroom, but that one showed that only half an hour had passed when the one at the Rogue's Encampment showed that 10 hours had passed.
Damn. Now Abel had twenty times the amount of time to learn than most people. Actually, his lifespan might decrease if he stayed in the Rogue's Encampment for too long. He wasn't sure about that, but he would know after two years. Since he was still in his adolescence, he might just become a fully grown adult the next time he used the portal.
Anyways, this result had already made Abel very satisfied. Not only could he take advantage of the huge disparity of time between the two realities, but he was also able to gain access to a huge source of mana. He had a whole world to just himself. Not a lot of people would have the same opportunity.
Abel decided to go to the Rogue's Encampment for another night, which was the equivalent of ten days over there. He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no food in the Rogue's Encampment. He might have to go out of his room again.
"You're finally out of your room, Abel!" Loraine called out as her eyes sparkled with happiness. While waiting for Abel to come, she had been playing with Black Wind this entire time.
"I'm sorry, Loraine. I'm too busy these days. I don't have a lot of time to spend with you. I will send you home when I become a wizard."
Originally, Abel's plan was to send Loraine after he became a knight commander. Yet, after witnessing what fifth-level apprentice wizard like Sam could do, he thought that becoming an official wizard was the least he needed to do to protect himself. The more he had understood this world, the more he knew how weak he truly was. Such a realization was what pushed him to keep up with his meditation and magic training.
"Don't worry, Abel!" Loraine replied with a smile on her face, "I know the way home is very, very long, so I will wait for you for as long as it takes!"
"I'll wait for you for as long as it takes." Abel felt kind of shy when he heard from Loraine. No, she was just an innocent little elf. She just meant that she would be waiting for him. She didn't mean anything other than that.
While Abel turned his head away, Lorain's smile was becoming wider than ever, and her cheeks were reddening with bliss.
Abel called Ken to prepare him some preservable food. As for the drink, many red wines and fruit wines made with Horadric Cube, and were stored inside the portal bad as soon as they were produced. Ever since Abel could make his own fine wine, he had stopped drinking any other kinds of liquor.
After a while, Ken found some hard bread, biscuits, and some other food. It was almost enough for Abel to eat for ten days. Even a large bucket of milk was brought over. Abel didn't say much about it. It was Ken's way of being nice, after all.
After sorting out some matters with Ken, Abel returned to the room, locked the door, and threw all the food into the newly-acquired private storage box. He then traveled to the Rogue's Encampment with his Tome of Town Portal.
It was night time when he arrived. The sky in the camp was dark. He didn't know what was in the sky. Abel didn't see the moon nor the stars. There were some faint sparks of light, however, so it wasn't completely dark either.
Abel took out some wood and charcoal from the portal bag. These were originally meant for forging weapons, but with the inferno flame here, there really wasn't a use for them. So, instead of using them to craft weapons, Abel made a small bonfire with them in the middle of the encampment's square. After he's lit the fire, he sat beside it and began his meditation.
Meditation training was only meant for once per day. This was the same for everyone. That being said, if it was using meditation to replenish one's mana, it could be done several times over one day.
Abel didn't want to waste the huge amount of time he's gained from coming over here. By using the two hourglasses, he could tell that ten days here in the Rogue's Encampment was the same as 24 hours in the reality he came from. After he's figured out the time disparity between the two realities, he was able to make a very packed and productive time schedule for himself.
Because of how concentrated the mana here was, one meditation session here would be several times more effective than at the magic tower.
This meant that if he had been practicing in the Rogue's Encampment, the progress he would make would be dozens of times in the magic tower. Of course, he wasn't going to stay in the Rogue's Encampment all the time. He could, however, spend his time in Rogue's Encampment occasionally to make a lot more progress than the other apprentice wizard.
So, with all the extra time he got, Abel wasn't going to waste a second of it. He wasn't going to waste any chance for another meditation session.
After each one of his meditation sessions, Abel would resume practicing his "fireball" spell. He would swipe his finger in the air, and his mana would draw the "fireball" rune in the air. With every attempt that he was making, he would make a little more progress than the last time.
Two days had passed since he had arrived. Oddly enough, the milk in his private storage box wasn't going bad. In this world, milk did not have preservatives in them. Generally speaking, you'd have to drink it within a day that it came out of the cow's udder.
Perhaps the private storage box could do the same as the Horadric Cube. Whatever's in it would be immune to the flow of time.
Abel took out a burning piece of wood from the fire, put it out, and threw it into the private storage box. After practicing the "fireball" spell several times, he took out the wood from the box again. Just as he thought, the fire did not completely fade away. It was burning just as strong as when he was just about to put it in the storage box.
What a huge discovery this was. Every time that Abel wanted to craft an exploding big sword, he would have to put the finished product inside his Horadric Cube. Because of this, he would lose the opportunity to use the Horadric Cube to synthesize something else. If he could find a place to dump the exploding big sword, he would have to keep it inside the Cube for as long as it would take.
Make no mistake, and the exploding big sword was great for attacking. Its upgraded version, the super exploding big sword, was Abel's ultimate tool to launch a suicide attack against this enemy. Now, with the private storage box, it could be stored for a long time, which was also a good way to strengthen Abel's offensive capabilities.
After spending days practicing the "fireball" spells and replenishing his mana with his meditation techniques, Abel was feeling very mentally strained. Also, he wasn't used to not forging weapons for such a long period of time.
Abel stood up and walked to the blacksmith stand. He looked at the anvil and the huge hammer on it. His fingers shook as he's found the passion for beginning his craft. Abel was here to learn how to make magic, yes, but his heart was telling him to forge some weapons as well.
After throwing a piece of iron ore he's found in the blacksmith shop, Abel began his first forge in the Rogue's Encampment.
The inferno was much hotter than Abel imagined it to be. In a very short period of time, the piece of iron ore was softened, and if Abel hadn't taken it out in time, it would've just melted and fallen into the flame.
The hammer Charsi used was about 100 pounds in weight. As Abel held it in his hand, he tried to reimagine what it would be like for her to make a weapon.
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Chapter 114
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Chapter 114: Forging Some Swords
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100 pounds was nothing for Abel. To him, this colossal hammer was as light as a child's toy. As he swung it around his arm, he began to focus his power of the Will on the piece of iron ore.
After the locals left for many, many years, the sound of metal clashing against each other finally appeared in the Rogue's Encampment once more. As the clashing noise echoed through the night, the sound of the nearby river and trees combined to produce a symphony. The Rogue's Encampment was alive again, so it seemed.
The burning temperature of the ground fire was too high. In his repeated attempts, Abel slowly mastered the best way to use the ground fire, and with the better tools, he managed to treat the metal base for about 125 times. 125 was a number that far exceeded his best record, and that's the result he's got even when he made some mistakes at the start.
While forging the second base, Abel concentrated a bit more and attempted to make every one of his hammer strike to be perfect. He did it successfully. To prove that he did, he made a 130 skill base within one go.
As ordinary as the materials Abel used were, after treating them with Charsi's hammer and the legendary inferno flame, they started gaining properties that could only be seen in top-tier materials. So this was how Charsi was able to make countless blue, gold, and dark gold equipment with just ordinary materials.
Unfortunately, Abel couldn't find Charsi's dark gold hammer. If he did, he might just be able to make a bright gold weapon. If Charsi could do it, there was no reason that he couldn't
After forging five bases in a row, Abel commenced forging his big sword. With all the five bases he made, he was planning to use them all to make exploding big swords.
With a speed that was never so fast before, Abel successfully crafted all five of his big swords. That was how good the inferno flame was. Make no mistake, and the dwarves knew the art of forging better than any other race. They might have spent thousands of years learning how to forge, but without access to the inferno flame they've had in their homes, it might be very hard for them to produce some of the best blacksmiths in history.
When five great swords were taken out of the cooling bucket on the side, Abel found something special about it. Because of how abundant the mana here was, and how unique the river water he used to cool down to metal was, the swords he made were clearly in a higher rank than all the other swords he's made in the other world.
In order to prove this, Abel threw one of the big swords into the Horadric Cube.
Big Sword [Common]
One-handed damage: 5-10
Durability: 50 out of 50
The data displayed by the Horadric Cube had just proved Abel right. The equipment forged in the Rogue's Encampment was much stronger than the equipment forged outside. In terms of both durability and damage, the exploding big sword had much better stats than any of Abel's previous works. It was a 130 skill sword, after all.
The next step was to draw the runes. Abel brought the five swords to the white tent. He wanted to draw the runes there because he could use the drawing table there. Abel put the swords out of the portal bag, took 'Akara's rune pen, 'and took out the fire magic rune ink. After everything was ready, he began drawing the first rune he was going to draw inside the Rogue's Encampment.
'Akara's Rune Pen' was a dark gold rune pen. Abel didn't know about its effect before. The only thing Abel knew was that the effect of this 'Akara's Rune Pen' was to automatically correct errors. Of course, by "correction," it's not like he could just draw a rune with a few random strokes. What this meant was that, for every mistake he's made with his strokes, the pen would show him that he made a mistake. After that, it would attempt to guide him the right way to draw the rune.
Of course, Abel wasn't trying to create a genuine magic weapon. For the sake of creating an exploding big sword, he had to deliberately make a lot of mistakes when he was drawing the runes. Automatic correction might sound sweet to a lot of runemakers, but that's not what Abel's looking for here.
Abel's had a lot of experience with drawing the wrong patterns in his runes. With that being said, he could draw a lot more circuits into the rune before he inserted the red gem. And just when the big magic sword was about to break, he dropped it inside the private storage box he's had inside the Horadric Cube.
It worked. The exploding big sword was placed safely inside the storage box. Because of how much capacity the private storage box had (4 times to that of the Horadric Cube, so 48 slots in total), there was enough space for him to store 16 exploding big swords in total.
Sixteen exploding big swords. Abel thought about the two elite knights who were trying to protect the prince. If four exploding big swords could cause them to be severely injured, he might just need a few more to kill them (along with the prince) without actually having to fight at all.
Abel made three more exploding big swords. After he was done, he threw them all into his private storage box. For the fifth sword, he was going to make a super exploding big sword. For something like this, he would use the 130 skill sword that had far better quality than any other one he's built before.
Despite trying to make a "failed" version of a magic weapon, the automatic correction effect of the "Akara's rune pen" still did something to help. For every mistake that Abel hadn't found before, the pen would point them out for him to deliberately make more mistakes.
It seemed that 'Akara's Rune Pen' was helping him to write the rune more perfectly. There was another problem, though. Abel was trying to make a super exploding big sword. The rune he was drawing was from a fire spell rune, and the gem that it was using was a perfect Redstone. The explosion only happened when the sword's structure could not withhold the massive amount of mana transferred by the gemstone.
So how big would an explosion be after the rune was improved by the "Akara's rune pen?" Abel remembered the cliff in the Ansa Valley. The explosion that time had caused a twenty-meter cliff to break.
Some cold sweat flowed down from Abel's forehead. If he threw this sword at someone, not an ounce of his ash would remain at all. Actually, the sword was meant for a desperado attack, anyways. The more destructive it was, the better it would be.
Abel took a perfect ruby from the portal bag. He then carefully placed it inside the groove of the sword. The faster he was able to put the exploding sword inside his private storage box before it explodes, the more time he would have to pray before he died.
Why pray, and not run away? Well, if he was to use the super exploding big sword, he would have no chance to run at all. He might be able to run if he were to throw it down a cliff, but running away would be impossible if he used it on flat ground.
After guiding his mana into the rune, Abel felt a small crackling sound from the sword. He immediately threw the super exploding sword into the personal storage box, and while he was fast enough, there was still quite some cold sweat flowing down from his head.
Abel took a deep breath. As a gust of wind blew past him, he quickly calmed himself down. He hadn't felt so endangered for a very long time. Such intensive experience could help him to boost up his power of the Will. If it wasn't for how dangerous the exploding big sword was, he might just take it out again to training his reflex speed.
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Chapter 115
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Chapter 115: Fireball
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
It was the ninth day after learning the "fireball" spell. Whilst lifting a finger in his right hand, Abel began drawing the spell pattern at an extremely slow pace. It took him two minutes to finish drawing, but he was sure that he could make his very first spell.
Finally, the pattern was finished, and Abel began to chant the spell. He spoke out in the noble tongue of the elves, "O the passionate elf of fire; please lend me your strength! O the element of fire, under the command of the elf, you shall become an indestructible ball of flame!"
The pattern began to glow. At this moment, a dark golden light flashed from the Horadric Cube and reflected on the 'fireball' spell pattern. Just when he wanted to know what happened, the 'fireball' spell pattern started burning towards its inside, and a fireball was slowly formed. Abel felt the hot temperature of the fireball, flung his hands quickly, and threw it to the ground not far from where he was standing.
Boom.
Abel didn't pay too much attention to the power of the "fireball." He was more interested in what the Horadric Cube's response was. This cube was everything for him, so every little change mattered to him.
He pressed it over the illuminated shadow of the Horadric Cube. The Horadric Cube was enlarged in front of Abel's eyes. The 12 spaces remained unchanged. Everything he's put inside was still there. The Tome of Town Portal was still inside and was taking up three slots of the cube. The portal bag was taking up one slot, and the private storage box was taking up four slots.
There was something else, though. Abel noticed that there was a small fireball logo next to the combine button. As he focused his power of the Will towards it, a message began to pop up:
[Fireball
Description: Create magical fire arrows
Mana cost: 2.5
Current skill level: 0
Fire damage: 2-5
Progress to level 1: 1/5000]
This was just like inside the game. Since Abel could release up to four 'fireball' spells, his total mana capacity was only 10. And just what in the world was that last part of the message?
1/5000? That's 4999 more fireballs before he could level up. How much time would he have to spend on that?
If Abel had ten mp (mana points) in total, he would have to mediate after every four fireballs. And for every 20 mediations he's had, he would have to take a rest before his head starts hurting. If it took 10 minutes for him to recharge his mana with meditation, it would take 3 hours for him to meditate 20 times. If he was to include the time he would need to take a break, he would have to spend 5 hours to practice fireball 80 times.
And if he was to scrape off his meditation training and not have any sleep at tall, he could do a total of 200 fireballs in a single day. That's 25 days in total to shoot 5000 fireballs. No wonder Sam was practicing just one type of spell. His goal was to become an official wizard, and he didn't have much time to learn any other spells.
Abel's math was actually right. There were still some things he hadn't taken into account, however. Because of how dense the mana was in the Rogue's Encampment, it would only take 10 minutes for him to recover his mp fully. The same process would take up to 20 minutes inside the magic tower and would take longer after ranking up.
So, even the simplest spells would take a lot of time to practice. That's why a lot of wizards didn't participate in quest and combat. Even if they weren't taking part in either one of these activities, they would still spend most of their time inside laboratories than learning spells.
Anyway, Abel got his first spell. Although the preparation time was far too long, he was still happy with his progress. As he took a few steps forward, he went to see how the 'fireball' spell had affected the ground.
"What the…."
Abel found a bit of stone hit by the "fireballs" on the ground. After cleaning up all the dirt and dust, a small teleportation portal appeared before him.
"It's a waypoint!"
This was what Abel was searching for this whole time. This was the travel point between various regions in the Rogue's Encampment. There were nine stations in the Rogue's Encampment, which corresponded to the nine regions within the area.
Abel lowered his body. There was a 2-square-meters circle of quaint stones with two grooves at each one of its ends. He looked at the empty grooves. There was no energy to activate them.
He took out two ordinary diamonds from the portal bag and put them in the grooves. Both grooves flashed white light at the same time, and then the white light was starting glowing along with the groove patterns. Just when Abel thought that the teleportation station was about to be activated, he heard a "crack" coming from inside the grooves. The two ordinary diamonds he put in had just exploded.
This waypoint required a lot more energy than what ordinary gems could hold. Abel had a lot of perfect gems with him. Since he's got the portal bag before coming to Bakong City, he's combined a lot of various gems and had them all safely stored inside the bag.
He took out two more perfect diamonds and put them into the two grooves. This time, the white light flicker for a bit. All the lines on the stone surface started to glow, and then disappeared slowly, leaving only the two grooves shimmering.
Abel stood on top of the waypoint and thought of the places he could go to. Actually, since only this waypoint was activated, he would have to go to the other locations on foot to activate the portals.
Abel turned to look at the hourglass. There was not much time left. He needed to leave here after two hours. He was looking outside the Rogue's Encampment. He's suddenly had another idea. He could use the "fireball" spell now. Why not test it on a wild quill rat?
As he went past the barricade outside the gate, Abel entered the Blood More once more. As he was a lot more careful this time, it took him about ten minutes before he found another quill rat from inside the bush.
The quill rat noticed him as well. A long spike was shot at him, but he was able to deflect it with his hand. After deflecting the spike, he put down the visor on his helmet. This way, the quill rat could no longer do any damage to him.
Abel's right-hand finger began to swipe in the air. When his finger just started to swipe, the Horadric Cube on his right arm began to flash out a dark golden light. Two options began to pop out inside Abel's head. He could choose to use his skill tree to synergize the "fireball," or he could choose not to.
So that's what the fireball symbol on the Horadric Cube was. It was a skill tree for him to boost up his ability. With that in mind, Abel chose "yes" inside his mind, and a fireball began to emerge from his hand. He didn't even chant out the spells while this was happening.
Abel was screaming as the fireball was literally cooking his hand. He was shocked to see how the fireball charged up so quickly but quickly came to his senses after realizing how hot it was.
Abel threw the fireball towards the quill rat. While it was screaming painfully, the fireball had burnt about half of its body into ash. It didn't die, though, as it kept on shooting spikes towards Abel.
Abel was preparing to attack the quill rat for the second time. This time, he thought about using a 'fireball' with his fingers extended. As he did so, a 'fireball' pattern appeared in front of his fingers and shot out the flame towards the rat's head.
A dark shadow floated on the corpse of the quill rat and was absorbed by the Horadric Cube. Abel wasn't sure what going on here, but he knew that it was harmless for him.
Abel unfastened the armor on his arm. He looked at the 'fireball' logo in the block of Horadric Cube and focused his power of the Will on it. He was now 4997 fireballs aways from getting to the next level.