After reading the books, the librarian called me over, having observed my progress.
"Many of the high humans before you refused to read the book," she said, her voice heavy with frustration and sorrow. "They expected instant mastery over a system they just discovered, believing they were entitled to it. Some even resorted to threats, unable to accept that even they had limitations."
"I'm sorry for testing you," she added, bowing slightly, waiting for my response.
"No need to bow," I said quickly.
She straightened up, letting her hands fall to her sides, and stood tall. "What would you like to know about magic?" she asked, her tone now more open and friendly.
"I think I've got a pretty good grasp from the book," I replied, handing it back to her. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," she smiled warmly and handed me another book titled "How to Learn R2 True Sight." "You can keep it," she said with a smile.
I left the store. I saw her waving at me through the window. I looked at the book in my hands. Its cover shimmering slightly in the sunlight. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as I walked away.
True Sight allows you to perceive things that would otherwise be hidden, such as people in invisibility and skills like Lurk. Normally, it's acquired on Floor 2, but obtaining it early is a significant advantage. It also means I won't have to purchase the skill later on. I'll read the book tonight.
As I looked up from the book, a young man with a muscular build, slightly older than me, stormed toward me. His green hair and eyes contrasted sharply with his starting gear, which had been dyed a vibrant green. His hair is purple at the tips. He glared at me.
On His leather shirt a name tag showed on that had been given by the guid the name red "Jester"
"How did you do that?" he screamed, his voice filled with anger.
Without warning, he pushed me against the wall.
"What's wrong with you?" I said, glancing up at his name.
"Jester?" I chuckled.
His eyes felt strangely familiar, eerily so, as if I had seen him before. No, he had black hair. I noticed the guards walking down the street and decided to take my chance.
"How'd you get that book for free. When I went in she cursed me!" he fumed.
I shot back. "You must have threatened her in some way."
" I didn't," he muttered.
"Either way, just purify it," I retorted.
"I've looked at every city around here and none of them do!" he snapped.
"Listen, that's not my problem," I said as I moved him aside.
I arrived at the blacksmith. He greeted me with a warm smile. His friendliness was a welcome change.
The armor was a striking piece. The base was crafted from a dark, matte black fabric that clung to the skin like a second shadow, optimized for stealth and agility. Each segment of the outfit was meticulously designed to ensure quiet, fluid movement, ideal for sneaking through the night or executing acrobatic maneuvers.
What truly set this armor apart were the integrated slime cores. These cores were embedded throughout the armor and emitted a soft, ethereal glow. Positioned strategically along the forearms, shins, and chest, they created a mesmerizing, organic pattern that blended seamlessly with the dark fabric. The white pulsing of the slime cores was not just for aesthetics; it also indicated the armor's special properties.
The other set of armor was similar in design but constructed from durable leather rather than the dark, matte fabric.After thanking the blacksmith for his craftsmanship and hospitality, I prepared to leave.
I equipped the black armor, it conformed seamlessly to my body, adjusting perfectly to my movements. The fit was comfortable, and the armor felt like a second skin.
Just as I was about to head out, the blacksmith called me back. He handed me two iron kunai with a friendly nod.
"These were left behind by a previous high human," he explained. "Consider it a gift."
The kunai were solid and well-balanced, their metal gleaming in the morning light. He mentioned they were a part of the store's inventory that had been left unclaimed, and his gesture was appreciated.
Slime armor is notoriously known as the weakest armor set in the game. Despite its benefit of providing immunity to the first magic type it encounters, it suffers from the lowest durability of any armor set available. This means it can only withstand a limited amount of damage before deteriorating.
In the game, players often employ a strategy where they intentionally hit the armor themselves to imbue it with immunity to any magic type they prefer. This customization was done by placing the armor on an armor stand and using it in that manner. Given that it was later in the day and the Collector wouldn't be around, I decided to explore the surrounding cities to make the most of my time.