Taking into account that Fargil still has his progress in the game, he learned 3 important things that cleared his thoughts from a clouded perspective after reincarnation.
Firstly, Fargil realized he really got reincarnated in the world of Arkmeria; the name of the world inside the VRMMORPG Arkmeria Conquer Online.
Secondly, aside from witchcraft and the implication of magic technology; physics naturally exists in Arkmeria.
Fargil speculates it's an extensive world that enhanced the existing seven senses including olfaction, vision, gustation, audition, somatosensory, and even vestibular or the sense of balance and proprioception, the sense of position and movement combined together which makes up the experience of an individual inside a simulated three-dimensional plane.
Except, an enhanced reality was discredited by Fargil's last hypothesis after receiving major enlightenment he learned the hard way.
As for the third indisputable verity, Fargil, retaining no doubt, can undeniably feel pain.
And that mere validity answers a lot of his questions.
The actuality that he sensed the pleasure of pain and misery; something that shouldn't even be feasible within the boundary of a simulated world just confirmed Fargil's transmigration into Arkmeria's reality.
Tasting death by quenching curiosity was Fargil's greatest novelty, turning the gears of wisdom that were loosening in his head.
He would never forget the reminder of his mortality and those who are around him now that he felt the sweetness of pain. And the bitter reality that he had to swallow the guilt of failing to protect what he considers dear to him.
Even so, Fargil set aside his worries and faces Akeela and her troops. He cracks his knuckles, feeling alive more than ever as the warm wind grazes his cheeks.
"Alright, change of plan; I'm taking that elven lady and you, Commander Akeela." Fargil extends his right hand, the five silver rings glossed pointing his index finger towards his prey.
In the most realistic approach, the best way Fargil can gather information is to capture an enemy commander. It turns out the right person came to him upon the silver linings of his misfortune, though he was glad they were there to make him realize what he truly became.
"All soldiers under my command; go all out to capture that man! Leave no dust of his body, burn him to earth and hell!" Akeela ordered her soldiers to eliminate Fargil regardless of method or cost.
Cocking their rifles imbued in magic, the soldiers, including Akeela, channeled their Mana Points imbuing their firearms with the authority of spell.
In ACO, the basic skill they used is Attack Enhance; a universal-type spell that improves the basic attack of any weapon the caster operates. And so, a raining barrage of magic bullets came at him at the speed of sound, but this time, Fargil took them under his responsibility poised and prepared, different from his initial test run.
"Expecting a result unlike your first strategy and taking the same method of overpowering me was already your blunder, and now you all are doing the exact same thing... Let's test one of my basic spells: Absorption!"
Fargil circled his hands, a scripture of magical circles inscribed with runes appear under his wrists. Chanting a quick incantation, the magical runes were cast the second they appear, and a thin layer of energy was surrounded from his head to toe.
Instead of penetrating him all over his body again the same as when he purposely let his guard down, the magical bullets now were dispersed when they came into contact with the layered energy, reducing them back to their initial composition as ether.
In a clearer sense, any chanted magics are composed of flowing mana that stems from the spiritual property of a caster's eidos or known as the plane between physical and spiritual arrangement.
But before a caster's mana is converted to a distinct magic, the same mana that courses in spiritual veins are in the composition of ether. The ether then transforms as mana when a caster decided to visualize magic.
In a nutshell, ether becomes mana, and once manifest becomes magic. His skill, Absorption, soaks the ether of magic upon contact with the thin layer of energy.
Fargil was glad he read the flavor texts, history, and lore of the Arkmeria Conquer Online, learning the fundamental science of the world filled with magic. Of course, he never thought his knowledge could come in handy and even potentially help him comprehend the new world he should embrace whether he liked it or not.
As Akeela relinquished her bright ideas, incapable to think about how she can defeat a supposedly immortal foe. Having no choice but to fight, she drew her sniper rifle and imbued a distinct buff-type spell into the bullet's shell.
"He did what...?! Then what about this...!"
She rolled over the brambles and takes aim, pulling the trigger the second her left eye met the scope connecting to Fargil's image reflected twice the distance.
"That spell...!" Fargil recognize her move set. "I guess you aren't called a commander for nothing. I should swiftly take care of this as soon as possible." He said bringing out her pinky finger, specifically the ring attached to it, and letting its deceptive illusion take care of his problem for him.
In the eyes of the beholder, Akeela's precise shot pierced through Fargil's heart yet again. Everyone else saw how felled Fargil the second time, however, what they witnessed was no more than a lie.
As truth could never fool the victim, in the instance Akeela pulled her sniper rifle's trigger, Fargil was already gone from his initial position. She looks left and right scanning his whereabouts, only to discover she's already a step behind her.
"Testing my capability is over. You're going with me." Fargil cordially just told Akeela that he's abducting her. At the same time that he grabbed Akeela's hand, an ivy came out of his posterior and tugged the elven lady the soldiers left unattended next to the prickly shrubs.
"Don't you dare touch me or else I will–"
Swiftly executing his mission as efficiently as possible, Fargil gently touched Akeela's cheek, and suddenly, silver vines wrapped around her cutting-board chest up to her mouth, which eventually crept all over her limbs.
He captured her under her squadron's watch without getting caught. With extra time Fargil still had left before his Ring of Deception's illusion totally fade, he had taken both of the ladies under his arms and left the scene somewhere in the bushes beside the towering trees.
Confusingly discerning that he was constantly being watched, Fargil sensed that nature was guiding him. He thought he was imagining at first but soon he could tell the tall grasses, ivies, and trees were forging a path for him with his every step.
The outskirts of the Alfahim Kingdom were filled with greenery and lush, brimming in leafy biomes that usually lead outsiders to the wrong course. It's one of the geographical trait advantages of the kingdom of green amongst other empires and nations.
Nevertheless, Fargil kept heading to wherever nature leads him until he and his abducted company arrives near a perennial river south of Arasyal's border.
"Good. We're getting somewhere close to the capital." Fargil effortlessly puts the elven lady on clean and comfy grasses on the riverbank. Meanwhile, he simply tossed Akeela aside, half of her legs drowned on the running river to give her time to reflect she messed up with the wrong person.
Meanwhile, the elven lady shrinks on the grass bed, covering her tattered clothes under her shattered armor.
Seeing that she's embarrassed that she's almost naked, Fargil forgot that he can easily repair his garments since his gears are tied to the item durability system, yet he can't do anything about the elven lady's dress that was ragged during her escape earlier ago.
And so Fargil seized his cloak and enveloped his precious gear around the elven lady, obscuring her bosom down her waist.
"I'm only lending that cloak alright?" Fargil notices the elven lady's hands clamped on her chest. She's anxious and losing precious time but she can't make a move since he can't tell whether Fargil is an individual she can trust despite being saved by him.
"I see... I can tell you're running out of time, after all, Alfahim is currently at war against Pandora Alliance and the Goldendusk Republic, am I right?"
"...!" The elven lady's eyebrows met. Her meager reaction confirmed Fargil's guess.
"Well, if that's the case, I will gladly help you overtake the capital. But not to save Alfahim since I'm no hero, and rather, for one condition." Fargil laid out a tempting offer on the table.
The elven lady would definitely take the offer after seeing what he's capable of treating Zinonian soldiers as his dummies for testing his hypotheses.
"Wh-What is it that you wish? What's the condition you're looking for?" She stuttered speaking, clenching the hem of the cloak Fargil lent to her.
"Well..."
Acting out what he meant than using words, Fargil pushed her onto the greenery and got on top of her. He aggressively dominated her under his pretense, the back of her palm touching her cheek.
"Tell me your real name, Maqirelle... I've waited so long," Fargil asked assuming she was Maqirelle, the previous highest-ranked player of Alfahim Kingdom.
Regardless, Fargil merely asked to hope that she's really Maqirelle. It was a moment he wished that his guess was right, except, he gulped and perspired expecting the latter answer.
"I am..."