End Online: Volume 6 (2 page)

Being the closest person,
CaptainGordon has no qualms helping me test the potion. As soon as he drinks
the potion, however, his face rapidly turns pale before becoming blue and
green. His entire body starts shaking and he falls down on all fours with a
sickly appearance. Finally, he starts convulsing and trying to throw up the
potion, but the system prevents that from happening.

The others look at him
with pity while I happily inspect the revealed effects of the potion. It is
called ‘Simple Ice Resistance Potion’, providing an incredible 27 percent
increase to ice resistance for five minutes.

‘The ‘Potion
Production’ skill really gives a wondrous increase to handmade potions even if
they are made with low quality herbs. They still taste slightly bad, I wonder
if they are missing something?’
 I muse
to myself while repeating the recipe to create more of these potions.

After twenty more ‘Simple
Ice Resistance Potions’, my class skill finally levels up. All my stats have
increased by ten percent since becoming an ‘Eternal Draconian’, and the increased
belief from killing dozens of low level players has levelled up my weapons and
granted a new magic.

The new spell, ‘Dire
Starburst’ uses an obscene amount of mana, but thanks to my god-tier weapon
halving the mana cost, I can manage to cast it three times with my mana. I have
been having difficulty increasing my total mana pool as my level is the slowest
thing to grow. I can only admire the leading players who have managed to get
their levels in the late 300’s and early 400’s.

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A couple of days later,
our party has explored the majority of the eastern section of the city, which
also includes the docks. Even though the players with ship building skills
haven’t made any impressive battle ships just yet, CaptainGordon excitedly
spends an entire day giving these players guidance and helping them. It is a
shame his ideas are completely different from theirs, since he ends up being
chased away from the docks by several irritated people.

Our current task is a
detailed search of the markets and what is available. Splitting up into teams
of two or three, I travel alone with Fen while looking at weapons, armor, and
herbs. I purchase a hundred new throwing knives several grades higher than my
current ones. They are called ‘Black Iron Throwing Knives’ and while being
twice as heavy and traveling more slowly, they do three times the damage.

I have a large amount of
gold stored away, and collectively our party has enough gold to officially form
our guild. We haven’t done so yet, and have stored the money as we don’t know
where to set our base. We intend to set the base somewhere outside the main
cities, on land we can build upon. The construction will be CaptainGordon’s
role as he is currently the poorest of us all after spending his money on his
ship, the Bastion.

Passing by one particular
stall among many selling various weapons and armor, I see a familiar face
standing behind it.

‘No, it can’t be,’
 I deny the possibility and continue walking past.

“Hey, Lost! How can you
ignore me just like that?!” The player selling the goods suddenly calls out
with an exaggerated expression.

Fen looks back at him and
tugs on my cloak, confused. I stop in my tracks and hurry back to stand in
front of the store, “Mouse, you stalker! Why do you keep popping up everywhere
I go?!”

“What are you talking
about? Stalking? I have been here for two weeks already. Why would I stalk you?
Although I barely recognize you with your new look,” He says with an innocent
smile, unperturbed at being called a stalker.

“Every market I go to, you
are there. Twice is a coincidence. This is the fifth time! Wait, you don’t have
seven identical brothers, right?”

“Of course not, it is just
a coincidence, haha. Well, I was hoping to find you after all.”

“So you are stalking me.
Who’s going to appear next, Chronix?”

“Chronix? Who’s that? Ah,
the guild leader of the ‘Swords of Light’. I recall they recently had a massive
change in members a couple of months ago.”

“You’re too well informed,
it is completely suspicious. So how did you know I would be here?”

“Oh, I didn’t know if you
would be here or not.”

“Then how were you hoping
to find me?”

“Don’t you know? When
lost, stay in one location and wait for someone to find you. I have waited two
weeks for you.”

“No, that kind of
situation is when lost in a crowded public location, like a shopping mall.
There is no way something like that would work, especially since I wasn’t
looking for you.”

“That hurts my feelings,
Lost. A shopping mall? I’m not sure what you are getting at, but this is a
crowded public location, isn’t it?”

“For some reason, I’m
having difficulty refuting that… No, this is still beyond coincidence.”

In the middle of our
conversation, a handsome man selling extravagant weapons inlaid with gems and
standing at the stall next to us joins the conversation.

“Mouse, is this the person
you have been waiting for the past two weeks?”

“Indeed, this is the Lost
I was telling you about. He’s quite famous, but many people who merged from the
other servers don’t recognize him.”

“Impressive. I will look
you up later when I log off, Lost. Say, that girl with you is a stunning
beauty. Princess, would you like to come have a look at my wares? I may have
just the sword to match your eyes.”

His voice has a gentle
tone and his smile seems like it could capture the heart of any woman. He may
be Sir Laurence’s greatest rival.

“Regilus, you philanderer.
Can’t you see Fen already has a man? Not like you have a chance anyway, she
only has eyes for Lost.”

Fen, the girl who
currently has their attention, leans on me and doesn’t even seem to realize
they are speaking about her. A few other stall owners who don’t currently have
any customers turn to look at Fen as well, lewdly staring at her cleavage
exposed by the bikini-style ‘Segral Royal Top’.

“Fen,” I ignore Mouse and
Regilus as they start their own argument about Fen and her availability, “How
about we go clothes shopping? I can get you a new dress.”

“What’s wrong… with these…
clothes? You don’t… like them?”

“No, it isn’t that I don’t
like them.”

To be completely honest, I
am just upset that everyone keeps staring at her like hungry wolves.

“Then… it’s fine.” Fen
replies nonchalantly, dragging me away from Mouse and Regilus.

As we are heading off,
Mouse suddenly calls out behind me, “Hey, Lost! Regilus and I can’t agree on
something. What size are Fen’s breasts?”

Everyone within thirty
yards becomes silent and turns to look at us.

“You! Go away! Somewhere
we won’t coincidentally meet again!” I shout at Mouse, inwardly feeling
incredibly awkward when confronted by so many piercing stares.

While hurriedly leaving
the area, no longer looking at weapons or armor, my own curiosity overpowers my
common sense and I turn my head and also glance at her
cleavage, ‘Actually, what size are they? Perhaps a D-cup? I’m sure Verde
would know– no way I could ask her that!’