Chapter 185: Hidden Fears

Chapter 185: Hidden Fears

World items logically, it was almost a given they had to exist. With items being realms, and areas of their own vast domains, it was inevitable that there would be an item that would encompass an entire world. Now that he knew for certain, though, Dallions mind was on the verge of exploding with questions.

What if the world he was currently in was nothing but an item itself? For all he knew he could still be back on Earth, while his real body was in an awakened pen or can of beer. Although this world seemed too nice for a can of bear. But, if true, what did that make the people of this world? Were they cracks? Were they blocker creatures? Did they even exist in the strict sense of the word?

She shouldnt have told you this early, Nil grumbled. As usual, whatever March did, it was the wrong thing to do. The soldier types are always the samepresent a swim or sink problem, then move to the next target.

She just told me to get stronger, Dallion replied. Despite the multitude of questions, this gave him a new goal. Now he was definitely going to venture deeper in his realm. Maybe even try to advance two levels in a week. Still, there was a tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him he wasnt ready. What do you all think? Should I push on?

The responses were pretty much as he expected. Nox and Harp were all for it, Nil was cautious, suggesting upping his skills a bit more, and Lux had no idea what the question really meant.

One thing was certain, though. If Dallion seriously wanted to improve, he was going to have to resort to additional training, which meant getting some actual mentorship from Vend. How that the secret was out and Dallion knew what the end goal was, it would hopefully be easier.

Why was the Star set against me exploring the world item? Dallion asked on his way to the inn.

The Star always wants whats worse for everyone else, the echo replied. My guess would be that he hoped to be the one chosen. After being a slacker for such a long time, I dont imagine he would have been considered. Although, he did fail a set of rather elementary trials in order to get to the dagger test. We dont do those too often. Even daggers are expensive, and its not like we have had that many artefacts demands until recently. If it wasnt for you, there was every chance he would have been noticed. Maybe even made Vends apprentice. Weve been trying to get that slob to get one for ages. And now we finally have.

Arthurows as Vends apprentice Dallion could see that, he could also see him joining in the expedition and worm himself close to March. The endgame wasnt the guild, though. More likely it was the item itself.

What do you think is hidden in the world item?

Dear boy, a better question would be what isnt. Its a world item, emphasis on world. Forgotten knowledge, obscure skills, maybe even an entire eight species sealed away. Anything is possible. That is precisely why the Academy shouldnt have sold it off. The idiots always enjoyed playing with power they dont understand, but selling that power at random is a new low even for them. Sometimes I think its a miracle the Imperial house doesnt wipe them off the map. Or the Order.

Good to know.

The conversation had taken a dark turn all of a sudden. Clearly Adzorg had a very poor opinion of the Imperial family, the Order and the Seven Moons, and the Magic Academy. No wonder he spent all his time gambling in the basement of a small guild. In a way, Dallion almost pitied him.

Veil and Gloria were at the inn by the time he arrived. Apparently, they had run out of funds before reaching their first City Fort, making them return to the inn in hopes of getting more. When Dallion explained that only they could claim the money from the job, their expressions had soured faster than milk in the desert. Dallion had offered to loan them a few gold coins eachmost of his payso they could continue their spree, but as before they had flat out refused. It was then agreed they would all go back to the guildhall after their lunch shift was over.

About half an hour later, the crowds of customers started to pour in. Word of the Luors exploits had reached quite a lot of peopleshowing in practical terms the importance of advertising. The siblings exotic and very identifiable appearance combined with their desire to roam through as much as Nerosal as possible had made lots of people decide to pass by the Gremlins Timepiece. The customers were so many that Hannah had to rent chairs and tables from a few other inn owners she knew and place them outside. In part because of that, Dallion was also forced on the outside, where he was to play and sing so as to attract customers while Veil and Gloria were to take turns serving and mending in and outside.

Given the number of people, Dallion suggested that Hannah hire more temp waiters, but the idea was quickly shot down. There was only so much Aspan could prepare at a given amount of time, and having more than a few waiters would place the burden entirely on him. When Dallion suggested Hannah hire another temp cook, she grumbled at him to get on with his work and leave the planning to her.

Lunch lasted two hours longer than expected. When the last scraps of non-reserved food were gone, Hannah announced that the inn wasnt serving anymore. Judging by the calm reaction of the customers, the practice didnt seem unusual.

The borrowed chairs and tables were quickly returned, the inside of the inn was given a quick clean, and then the private staff feast took place. This time, though, there was slightly less food, though more money to go around.

Know any good places for iron? Gloria asked Hannah while eating. Weve got lots of wood and stone back home, but metals are a problem.

Iron. The innkeeper hmmed. Best talk to the merchant guilds. They can help out, but haggling is all up to you. If you want to buy a small number of ingots, any blacksmith will help you out, though their prices are high.

Do you think anyone will agree to a supply deal for a level three village?

No. Hannah didnt mince words. Youre not close and too small for the effort.

No sooner had Dallion said that than Lux popped up in the room. The firebirds method of transportation was definitely unique, although no longer startling.

Yes, you too, Lux, Dallion laughed, causing Nox to narrow his eyes. Youll be my healing torch.

Taking a deep breath, Dallion entered the corridor. It had been a while since hed gone to his personal arena. The place no doubt had changed after his many level ups. Satisfying his curiosity, though, was going to have to wait.

Dallion made his way to the spot the crossroads had been. This was the spot at which, after some haggling, he had obtained his forging skills. One of the paths led to the paradox cube, which now had transformed into a large empty cube shaped room. At some point he was going to have to start using it for something, though for the moment, Dallion turned into the other direction, where a closed door awaited.

Here we go. Dallion summoned his harpsisword and went inside.

Youre in the halls of destiny.

Defeat your hidden fears and shape your destiny.

As before, a corridor extended forward, continuing into the darkness. This time, though, there was a faint smell in the air, like old meat mixed with sugar.

Is it normal for anything to smell? Dallion asked.

You can feel the breeze when at the harprisword tower, Nil replied. Smells are part of the awakening realm.

So, good smells indicate good things, and bad spells indicate bad things?

Sometimes, other times, not so much.

Thanks for nothing.

The further Dallion went, the stronger the smell became. There was no doubt about itthe smell was definitely of rotting meat, although he still couldnt place the note of sweetness. It wasnt sugar water, and it definitely wasnt honey rather it was some sort of perfume or flower fragrance that he hadnt encountered before.

Anything to worry about, Nox? Dallion asked, focusing on his music skills.

The crackling didnt reply, continuing forward, ears flat to its head. It too could feel something ominous ahead, although it wasnt certain what exactly.

For minutes, the corridor continued. The smell became a stench, forcing Dallion to cover his mouth and nose with his elbow pit. In the future, it wouldnt be a bad idea to ask Eury to make him a scarf he could use in situations such as these.

Faint reddish-orange light emerged in the distance. The first thought that went through Dallions mind was to brace himself in case that was an approaching train. After another five minutes, it turned out that it wasnt although Dallion wished it had been. Stretching in front of him for as far as the eye could see was a battlefield. Piles of bodies in various stages of decay covered the ground among the remnants of buildings.

Nil, Ive reached a battlefield of some sort, Dallion thought. Any idea what Ill face?

There was no answer.

Nil?

Nil wont help you here, a familiar voice said.

Several miles forward, sitting on the remnants of a massive stone arch, were three figures. Even from this distance, Dallion could identify them clearly. Two belonged to Aspion and his sister, as Dallion had seen them in the village chiefs memories. As for the third one it was Dallions grandfather.