Name: Jericho Law
Titles: Interdimensional Traveller
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
- Attributes -
Strength: 4
Endurance: 3
Constitution: 14
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 7
Perception: 5
Sense: 2
Willpower: 3
Wisdom: 4
Luck: 3
- Skills -
Weaponry(Swords)(10)[Novice]
Persuasion(10)[Novice]
Hunting(2)
Foraging(2)
Crafting(General)(2)
- Abilities -
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Growth(?)[?]
Growth: ?
Time: 1 Week
Cooldown: 1 Day
Type: Active
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Boost(?)[?]
Boost: ?
Time: Varied
Cooldown: Varied
Type: Active
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Language Comprehension(60)[E]
Language Comprehension: The Ability to understand and comprehend languages.
Time: N/A
Cooldown: N/A
Type: Passive
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- Magic -
Magical Skills: None
Spell List: None
Only four points compared to the seven from yesterday, but still a four-point jump in a single damn day. My plan had worked, although from what it seemed, the next time I tried this, I'd probably only get two or three points. I did consider the fact that the potion had maybe caused me to gain less, but I hadn't wanted to risk dying. In the dungeon, Eloria had found and healed me, but I'd never thought to ask if I would have recovered on my own, so I couldn't be sure unless I sought her out.
But my plans, for now, were to do it twice more which would leave me with three silver and change, then head into the dungeon, and start making money. After this week, I'd choose another attribute to grow, maybe strength or stamina.
The potion shop was fairly busy most of the time. The town wasn't small, but neither was it extremely large so while there were more than one alchemy shop, none could compare to Martin Makes, a store created to suit all ranges of clients from those only capable of buying some healing salve or potions to those looking for full healing elixirs capable of bringing you back from the verge of death. They were far beyond my current price range. A single lesser elixir costs around two gold. Two thousand dollars.
"Oh, Jerry you're back."
I sighed as Martin spotted me. He was an elderly man that acted like a hyperactive teen and had taken to calling me Jerry because Jericho sounded too strange. He was dressed in a set of robes with odd symbols and swirling patterns, some of which were actually swirling. "Marty, can I get two more normal-quality healing potions."
"Of course, busy at the dungeon?"
"Something like that."
As he went into the back, I heard the ring of the door opening and turned to find a group of adventurers walking over to the counter. They were all wearing armor of some kind, not too expensive looking, but better than mine. At their head was a rather cocky-looking youth with too pale skin and a tilt to his chin. He met my eyes and a slight sneer snuck up on his features.
I turned away, ignoring him. It wasn't the first stare I'd gotten. Apparently lesser adventurers had it hard, and the receptionist at the guild had been right. The weakest either had to go it alone which was risky due to their weakness, or end up in the rather nasty position of pack mule or bait.
"More F-ranked trash, I see."
I took a deep breath and tried not to sigh aloud. This was what didn't want to happen. I didn't need to get into trouble with anyone, and while I'd love to punch him, I wasn't so stupid as to think I could and just walk away from this. I decided it was best to just ignore it.
There came a snort from behind me, and then footsteps drew closer. I prepared to use Boost if he decided to get violent, I wasn't going to act weak as that would just attract more violence. A lot of people didn't get that. Bullies viewed weakness, hesitation, and reluctance as weakness, and an invitation to harm. My dad had taught me to nip it in the end. To show that I wasn't an easy target. Most bullies didn't want a fight, they wanted easy pickings.
"I'm talking to you." I felt a hand hit my shoulder, and spun shoving it off. He stepped back in surprise, but then his sneer grew.
"All I can hear is the barking of a dog."
His friends behind him gasped, and his face grew red as he reached for his sword. "What did you say?" I glanced at his sword which looked of a better quality than mine. I was about to answer when I heard footsteps. I turned, showing my back to him.
"Don't turn your back on me," he shouted just as Martin appeared back in the main storefront. His eyes immediately fell on the arrogant adventurer who was no doubt walking towards me. His eyes hardened, and he waved a hand. A ball of sickly yellow light shot from his palm and struck the arrogant adventurer.
"No fight in my store," Martin said his jovial tone gone.
I turned and saw that the idiot was frozen, his eyes bulging. But apparently, he could still speak. "He started it." He tried to nod towards me, but couldn't."
Martin turned his gaze to me as I shook my head. "He called me trash, then tried to grab me. He got angry when I didn't let him." I was worried he might not believe it, but my tone and eyes must have told him I wasn't lying. He nodded, waved a finger and the arrogant youth floated off the ground and out the door which magically opened for him. His friends remained silent and only shot me Martin weak glares before they left.
"So you believe me?"
"I've seen him around," Martin said. "I know his demeanor, and you don't seem the type to start something with someone you can't beat."
I nodded. Despite his arrogance, he was probably stronger than me, and now I'd have to watch just in case he decided it was a good idea to get revenge. After I paid and he handed me the potions, I took a route back to my Inn that was busy since I didn't think he'd start something in public, then again, would he even come for me, or just hope he'd run into me again? Whatever the case, I would need to act with caution.