Tyr will have to wait for several patches before he can see his pristine bodies value in-game. For now, thou he is happy with getting one. In his past life, the actual effects of Odyssey were both on people and the member worlds. Scratching his head as a throb overcomes him. With the increased synchronization rate in his implant. He is experiencing a backlash, so he leaves those inaccessible memories alone.
He takes less than an hour to reach the rest of his team. They are sitting together on the sixth floor. The team like Tyr is enjoying the benefits of having a pristine body. This is especially true for Frey and Styx. As spirits, they have tiny health pools. At level zero, using Tyr as average. He currently has one hundred health. For each stat point in strength, he will one hundred more health. Styx gets seventy health per point since he is thirty per cent corporeal on top of being twenty per cent Purifier and fifty per cent Guider. Frey is a full spirit who only get fifty points of health per point. Races like Orcana and Giants who live in extreme condition tend to higher points.
Tyr gives his team a once over. They have all done brilliantly. He wishes he could just tell them he is a
Frey says, " After waiting for you. For so long we think this tower teaches."They have all made gains in understanding their abilities.
Styx says, "It's the only reason I haven't quit it yet. Five floors all filled with nothing but pendejos! If not for those other Soul Guiders' combat techniques, I would have left."
SKY Ocean Hunter says, " Don't forget the history I learnt a lot about my Sunken Ocean." SKY Ocean Hunter has found many clues to help with his ascendency to Royal Reef lord. The amount of knowledge they have gained has made this trip far more worthwhile than any of them could have imagined. Tyr happy that they have taken all this in. Most players would just want to kill monsters and level up. 'you could just train to be professional.' Tyr thinks to himself it would solve one of his problems.
On the outskirts of the sixth floor. A group of twenty humans walk into the grassland. The gentle blowing of a fresh summer breeze. Stings their cuts and agitate their bruises. Thousand Styles Miles and his crew have fought aching tooth and painful nail to reach this floor.
He could have never imagined that it would be this difficult to gain the War God Oberths' sword. If he had known all this before and rather not come or let himself be taken by flesh-eating moths. Having to swim in bone-chilling, leech-infested waters. Crawl through stinging piss and searing shit, since they were all too weak to fight the giant bats that were on the third floor. It even got into a place he didn't think should be.
Seeing an average human male talk to his Naga leader pisses him off. The two spiritual beings are basically frolicking in the sun. Without a care in the world. Why did he have to pay a small fortune to torture a living component of Cantos Industries just to access this information? How did these people even make it here? He mashes his teeth, needing someone to release his frustration on.
His ass is still itchy from the poisonous mist that killed him three times just to get here. He directs his team towards the carefree party. As he is approaching.
A tornado appears, accompanied by a golden light. Seven Triangular portals gather as one star. Ramata wearing a moving metal heavy armour suit. With a massive magic, pulsing spear steps out of the tornado.
Ramata says, "Step forward those who would be tested! The testing of those who are worthy will begin. Be warned, be alert, be prepared. Life is cheap by the tornado.'
Thousand Styles Miles is about to lose it. He just completed five floors of hell. What else could they test? He doesn't even care anymore about the war gods' sword. It is not worth the suffering. Arriving in front of Ramata, he controls his flaring fuming temper. Before he can say anything to Ramata, she vanishes.
SKY Ocean Hunter says, " Ramata is so cool. What kind of armour do you think she is wearing?"
Styx says, "Armour, are you blind? Look at the magic coming off that weapon. What level do you think she is?"
Frey says, "Calm down boys, we still have a way to go before we're done."
Thousand Styles Miles has had enough. He clinches his butt cheeks, trying to scratch the itch. He points at the party of oddly matching people. "You will not be going any further! This tower's treasure is mine."
"Haha!" Everyone in Tyrs party bursts out laughing. To think they would already meet a hunger hippo. John sends a message in their group chat.
SKY: 'Who wants to teach these guy a lesson?'
Tatiana: 'Too weak for me plus they smell.' another round of laughs Styx even points at a few of guys. Frey is moving her shuriken like weapon behind her like a viper. She focuses on the Syphon she can see his evil white aura. Nineth Immortal, being a higher being, can also pick out SoulStealer as a neutral fiend.
Styx: ' I'm more suited to strike from behind, lady Blood?'
Lux: ' Nope! PVP is no fun if you already know you are going to win.'
SKY Ocean Hunter: ' Two minutes is all. I'm giving you so please be quick oh fearless leader.'
Tyr looks at his team pretending to not care, but each and every one of them is ready. Tyr has already told them the difference between the unlimited system and the normal control system. So that's why there are all rightfully confident, even though these players are level fours for the most part.
Tyr wants to give Thousand Styles Miles a way out. He doesn't feel like he is meeting his idol. Controversy has always surrounded thousand Styles Miles.
Tyr, in his past life, knew that nobody reaches the top by being nice. Tyr walks forward, placing himself between SKY Ocean Hunter and Thousand Styles Miles.
Tyr says, "NO! This place is not yours, but we can work together. That way you will reach a higher floor at least." Though it comes as an insult to Thousand Styles Miles. He can't believe this peseant would presume to work with him.
Tyrs' old memories of Thousand Styles Miles blurs his judgement of the man. No one has ever passed the eighth floor using the limited system under level one hundred. They simply don't have enough skills to be versatile enough to pass.
SoulStealer sees eyes on him and feels oddly pressured by the human, of all things. Even though he stands in a relaxed manner every time Tyr's gaze passes over him. Something inside him shrinks in fear.
Thousand Styles Miles' brow raises in anger. He won't allow these nobodies to steal his treasure. With a little heat in his voice, he says, " Give this father a little respect and stay here...I will allow you to play after I am done."
The group of twenty humans all agree with their leader. It is clear these fools don't know who they are messing with after all. Thousand Styles Miles is about to sign with an Internationally Ranked Guild.
Tyr shakes his head and says, "Son, this is your last chance." Throwing back the insult. Ramata does nothing from her stealth position. The Trial ground is a combat area. If anything, it will help her determine which group to support. Players will only find out later that NPCs have their own reasons for doing things. It is how the game generates dynamic quests.
Thousand Styles Miles light up like a firecracker and yells " Kill them all." Two short swords fly forward from behind Sky Ocean Hunter. Hitting two robe-wearing humans in their necks. Their blood stands returning the blades. Lux lets the swords fall to the ground. She is using her innate talent at tier zero. She can only make take it shape. Her hands glow as the blood becomes swords.
From the crowd of Miles, a few bowman notch arrows. The problem is that this supposed relaxed group of players is in formation behind the Naga making it hard to spot them. Also, Since they have never worked together, they are not sure if the melee fighters are going to go in or not. The chat explodes, confusing their ranks.
Thousand Styles Miles moves out at SoulStealer who is a former national rank guild fighter, should be able to stand his ground. SoulStealer is a dagger-wielding Syphon, while Thousand Styles Miles is using a European style long sword.
Thousand Styles Miles sends SKY Ocean Hunter a conditional duel request. A rather simple system for PVP. The condition is that whoever loses will be sent back to the first floor. SKY Ocean Hunter Accepts only having added to repeat all the trial floors. Thousand Styles accepts. There is no way his twenty-man squad can loss.
The squad stands behind SKY Ocean Hunter as the system says, "Three! Two! One! Fight!!!"
End of Prologue