Game Day 8 (Morning)
My materialization within the game returned me to the exact place I logged out from.
The stable behind the inn, the place where the vagrants and dirt poor travelers opt to stay in when they cannot afford to pay and rent a room within the inn.
Since my restrictions limit my ability to "use" anything not created with my own two hands.
This is the only option within the city, at least for now, or until i can create a house, and proper bed.
But oh well it's the life i've already lived for several days, and it's the one i'll be living for quite some time in the future as well.
As i took stock of my position among the fodder of the stable, bringing myself up to a sitting position from my prone laying down state from before.
Well it all looks the same to me from before, so that's good, at least the admins were kind enough to not allow the city to fall in our absence.
But as my eyes panned the room, they froze at the sight of a lump curled up in the corner.
Ummm.....
... .... ....
Is that who i think it is?
"Stal....ker?"
The word barely left my lips and was barely even audible, but the mere mention of this word was enough to breathe life into the husk I was gazing at once again.
As it's head lifted up from the crouched position of a human curled up in a ball hugging ones knees.
It's only been a week since I've been back when considering game time, but I mean either the game is going above and beyond to represent her obsession, or her own virtual constitution is just plain messed up.
The heathy girl who was giddily stalking me all over the place a week ago looked like a shell of her former self, utterly emaciated and as if she's lived an entire life on the streets.
"Ma...Sa....Tah?"
Echoing my own manner of speaking three syllables left who parched dry cracked lips, ending with her lips curving upwards into a smile.
So this person who i still won't acknowledge nor bother even in the slightest to get to know since she's just a worthless npc at this point, waited in that exact spot it looks like all this time until i finally logged back in.
Never moving, never straying for fear i might return and leave when she was gone.
Guh the sheer thought of it creeps me out, i wish she'd just cut it out already but i mean this is an ask to those sadistic admins afterall.
Whatever it doesnt concern me right now, i need to use my time valuably, who know what horrors those admins are going to chuck at us.
First up i need to get my bearing and find information on the current state of things in this world, next i'll need to take stock of the condition of my base, then reinforce it to make it better suited to this harsh environment.
Certainly don't want to get killed in my sleep after all.
And last of all is to continue my path of becoming this worlds greatest crafter, one who can truly hold the title of a Master.
I now hold knowledge i gained through my dream state study session, and a relatively good supply of materials i gained from hawking my wares before my previous logout, but there is one thing i never consider which has daunted me up to this point now, which i never considered.
Every night when i close my eyes and my status floats into view, i never cared about my MP, i mean the fact that i have it means i can use magic, but as a crafter what kind would that be?
Typically crafting would entail alchemy, enchanting, or even enhancement magic but can i even do any of those things?
Well first off is going to be daily magic training, whatever that might be then trial and error like everything else until i can achieve it.
For starters I'll ask around the city while I'm getting information on the state of the world.
See what i can learn from other players if i can find them, but i mean it sounds like the npc's have already hauled most of them off into quest chains that i doubt i could butt into just to have a talk with them.
But oh well i've already mostly got an idea what my path will be like when i return to my little hideaway home.
First up is to use my new resources to improve my armaments, then quest to find new materials.
Next up is to improve my home situation by creating a sort of dungeon which can protect me from goblins and the like even while I'm sleeping.
And lastly I'll train my magic and if possible start using it in my craft, and failing that i'll find a use for the monster cores which could be a component of this as well, or something else entirely.
With this my Second week begins, with my return to Elysium, the garden of the gods which has fallen to ruin from the march of the Unholy Great Demon lord and his army of demons, and monsters.
Getting up from the ground, dusting myself off and while still lost in thought made my way out the stable door, totally ignoring the scrambling sobbing, crying mass that shall forever in my heart be named Stalker.