"97"
"98"
"99"
"100!"
I just finished my final exercise for my daily quest. I went outside and just ran around the hotel building until I ran a full 10km. Although I had people giving me weird looks because of my build and mainly due to the fact that I kept running around the building, I can say it was quite worth it since I discovered that I barely felt fatigued after I had ran the 10km.
After I came back to my room, I took a bath. But I did check myself out a couple more times in front of the mirror cuz why wouldn't I?
After I got myself cleaned and dressed, I called out to Eve.
"Hey Eve."
{Yes, Deimos?}
"Show me my completed quests please."
After I told Eve to show me my quests, the same quests panel from before appeared in front of me.
[Quests
Daily Quest: 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats and 10 kilometre run. (COMPLETE)
Rewards: +2 in all stats except intelligence. {Receive?} ]
After I saw the prompt of receiving the rewards, I tapped on it.
Immediately after I felt my body feeling lighter. I jumped up and saw that I could touch the ceiling of my room. This was obviously really cool to me considering that the ceiling was around 11 ft high.
I called out to Eve again to show me my stats.
The quests panel closed and the status panel took over.
[ Host: Deimos Yusha
Race: Human
STR: 12 (7)
VIT: 12 (7)
SPE: 12 (7)
DEX: 12 (7)
INT: 15 (7) ]
Because of an increase of +2 in all my physical stats, I went from jumping about 2 ft higher than a normal person to reaching the ceiling that was 11 ft high.
Now All I have to do is to find other ways of seeing what else has improved while I head over to where Evelyn is.
I went down the lobby of the hotel and went to the front reception. I asked the attendant situated there if there were any libraries near the hotel and they told me that there indeed was.
I then asked if they could point me in the direction of the library, as well as a market that was close to the library.
They told me some complex directions that, thanks to my INT stat, I committed to memory.
After I said my thanks, as well as leaving them a $100 bill from a roll that I kept in my pocket as a tip, I made my way to the market first.
There's really only one reason that I chose to go to the market first, and that's because I wanted to prepare myself for the adventure that me and the main cast were about to embark on.
After about 20 minutes of walking in the scorching heat, which really didn't affect me at all thanks to my above average stats, I started to hear the bustling of multiple street vendors and the chatter of people.
I noticed that the street started to get more and more dense with people of all nationalities, various animals, and carriages.
The amount of people bartering and the conversations of people just became background noise to me as I made my way towards a street stall that had various clothing on display that was fit for the dry and arid environment.
As I approached the stall I saw a short and stout looking man with a beard, a traditional long jellabiya and a turban on his head made his way towards me.
He said "Hi my friend! How are you!" in a very heavy middle eastern accent.
"I see zat you are not really dressed well enough for zis type of place, yes?"
I looked at him, then looked down at my attire which consisted of a button down outdoor white shirt with the first 2 buttons undone and a very light pair of casual pants and a pair of Dr. Marten's AirWairs. "Yeah, I wanna see what type of wares you have in stock. As well as purchasing some headwraps and holsters if you have any?"
The man just looked at me and squinted his eyes. "I have za headwraps, yes, but za holsters?"
"Why you need holster my friend?"
I simply replied with "For protection."
Apparently that was all he needed as he started to gain an understanding and started to chuckle.
"Of course, of course!"
He gave me some headwraps in a variety of sandy colors first and motioned me to follow him towards the back of the store.
Before we went there, he yelled out "Ya Abbas! Take care of za customers for a bit!"
A large and hairy man appeared from the back and sat down on a cushion near the front of the stall.
All he replied with was a grunt.
After we went in towards the back which housed a couple more heaps of clothing in disarray, he led me to a door that connected to a building that was seen from the outside.
He opened the door for me and said, "Zis is where you wanna be my friend."
As soon as he opened the door, I heard the chatter of people.
I went through the doorway and found myself in what I thought was an underground black market.
There were even more stalls that were a lot smaller and only housed display cases in their small area.
Before I could walk towards them and see what they held, I stopped myself and asked if I could just pay for the headwraps that I had in my hand.
I didn't really know the prices at all but was very sure that a single $100 US bill could cover it.
I fished one out of my pocket and gave it to the outdoor stall owner and told him to keep the change.
He thanked me profusely, gave me a bag that he took from somewhere and told me "If zere's anyzing you need, you let me know!"
I thanked him and put the headwraps in the bag.
I made my way towards the market dealers and wanted to see what they had to offer.
Upon closer inspection to the display cases, I saw what was very valuable to me.
Guns, knives and hell, even mortars.
As I walked along, every single vendor here had some forms of weaponry.
A couple of the vendors that took notice of me, immediately flocked towards me and tried to sell me their wares.
These people ranged from all sorts of nationalities and tried their best to appeal to me.
"You look like you want this knife!" You would be feared if you have this gun with you!" "You should buy this!" "You should buy that!"
I felt overwhelmed by all the vendors that were all up in my personal bubble and really didn't like all this attention.
That being said I told them in a commanding voice, "Guys, chill! I just need a holster, a couple pistols and a few machine guns. That's all I need."
With that being said, they huddled together away from me and started to talk amongst themselves.
After a couple moments they nodded to each other and told me that they had what I needed.
I told them, "So who's shop am I going to first?
A short and lanky man, who looked to be of Russian descent raised his hand and showed me his 'stall.'
We walked over there with the group of people who swarmed me and, to my interest, there was a pair of pistols on display at his stall.
A pair of 1925 Colt 1911's that were complete with a high polish blue finish, with multiple engravings of the Colt logo and some Victorian era designs. The grip also had a depiction of a small gold image of a colt.
The pair actually caught my eye even more since he said that the alloy that was used to make it was Tungsten.
He said that it was a lot more resistant to wear and tear compared to the steel version but at the cost of an increase in weight, which would be pretty bad in the mobility department.
He was hoping to sell it off to someone who would probably use it as decor or something.
Knowing that with Eve on my side and the fact that I was closing in on having almost double the strength of a normal human, handling these guns would prove to be not as difficult to me.
I asked him if I could use the guns to test them.
He looked at me funny but complied.
After he unlocked the display case, I reached in and grabbed the two guns. Carrying them was no trouble but I did feel some weight in them as I held them with a firm grip and tried to find the best way to hold them.
After a few moments of me holding the guns, I received a prompt from Eve.
{Deimos, it seems that the guns you have in your hands seem to resonate with you.}
{Would you like me to give you a Firearms Skill so that you could have a better feel for it? Although it would be up to you to get it to full mastery.}
That actually isn't bad, seems more than fair for me as well.
'Hey Eve, can you hear me?'
{I certainly can.}
'That's good, and yes I'll take you up on the offer. What's the max level of mastery for that skill?'
{The max level for the Firearms Skill is 10. I'll give you the skill with 5 levels in mastery so that you can have a familiarity with it and as well as not embarrassing yourself. :3}
I deadpanned at her comment but still thanked her, 'Thanks a lot'
After the little fiasco, I experienced a warm feeling in my head. I then looked back at the guns which felt comfortable in my hands.
It was like the guns were perfectly suited for my hands and that I wouldn't find any issue with them if I were to fire them right away.
After a few more moments of me just admiring the guns, the man, who I thought to be Russian, told me to test the guns and pointed at a couple targets that were on the walls of the market.
I aimed at one of the targets and squeezed the trigger.
-BANG-
The bullet embedded itself just a couple inches away from the center of the torso of the target.
-BANG-
I shot again and this time I tried to aim for the head. The bullet just grazed the top of the head.
I need more practice, I decided.
I faced back towards the man and told him that I would take it.
He looked at me with shock, as well as the other guys as well, considering that the gun that I fired from weighed double than the norm. This was on top of the additional engravings and magazine weight.
He told me the price for both of them was $750. It probably would've been really expensive for someone who didn't have a briefcase of gold and money like I did, but I happily paid him what he was due.
I turned towards the group of people that had swarmed me and said, "Do you guys deliver?"
END CHAPTER 3