Chapter 626: Low on Time

Chapter 626: Low on Time

Time was never enough, even with eternity at ones disposal. The joke that Dallion was starting to fully appreciate was that there were three things an awakened could never have enough of: food, time, and levels. Half into his lunch, he had jumped back into the awakening realm of his form and went through a series of improvements, improving it to full platinum. The immediate goal was to reach the level cap of his art skills, which he had been outright neglecting as a hunter. Normally, they werent something that could be useful outside a tailor shop, but when combining them with full combat skills changed things quite a bit. At present, he had upped them to thirty-six, which gave him a real chance of hitting the eighty level cap in another day or two.

Nil had gone back to complaining, pointing out that the sudden boost wasnt as beneficial as one might think, but was ignored. The reason Dallion wanted to up the level was because it would provide him more options, and when facing an opponent such as Arthurows options were key as long as the general came through. As sad as it was to put the fate of the world in the hands of a spoiled, snobbish black marketer, it wouldnt be the first time. The general was driven by extreme self-interest. Thats why he had helped Dallion save Nerosal from Star and also why he was going to help out now.

After rendering the fork platinum, Dallion had quickly wolfed down the rest of the food in front of him and then gone back to the realms where he had taken on an awakening trial. The combat had been brief but impactful, forcing him to use every trick he knewand discover a few new onesin order to claw his way to victory. The challenge was a simple test of combat skill, in which Dallion had to face an echo of Aspan.

Going all out against a copyette was precisely the thing that Dallion needed to sharpen his skills. Even so, in the back of his mind, there remained a fear that it could well end up being too late. The worst part was that there was nothing that Dallion could have done. While it was easy claiming that he should have leveled up more, it wasnt like he hadnt done so out of laziness. Real world combat was important too, and had served him when facing low level nobles.

One more, Dallion said, pushing the empty plate towards the Aspan that was sitting at the table. Does the fork cover it?

Now Ill need to buy a new fork, Hannah huffed. I should slap you at the back of your head. You think were your servants?

Dallion was tempted to say not yet but he held his tongue.

And you pick the worst time to come for food. Lunch draws in the crowds, and not thanks to you! Di has been working her ass off, keeping the inn clean, and doing your job as well. The girls barely a double digit and look what shes achieved.

Ive achieved a few things as well. Dallion closed his eyes for a moment. After leveling up to seventy-one, he had increased his body trait to forty-two. Hed also managed to gain an achievement, but that had just boosted his mind by two. Frankly, he would have very much preferred to get his body into the fifties.

Ha! All youve achieved is to reopen your wound. Hannah noted. Probably youll order that I patch you up as well?

Its a permanent effect. Im used to it.

To Dallions surprise, that didnt earn him the response he expected. The woman didnt shout, nor did she criticize him, as she usually did when upset. Instead, she went next to him and grabbed hold of his right shoulder. Pain shot through Dallions entire body, making him flinch. Seeing that, Hannah let go.

Whats the effect?

It took Dallion a few moments to fight through the pain and restore his breathing to normal.

There are two, he said. Pain and bleeding.

How long will they last?

Dont know. Lux keeps things in check.

Thats just patching up. Once you geta rest, visit a shrine to find out. The Orders good at that.

Cant you fix it? Dallion turned to Aspan.

The copyette shook his head.

Ill deal with it then. Or not.

The bleeding wasnt too much of an issue, but the pain was getting more and more distracting. Adrenalin numbed it enough to take off the edge, sadly never completely.

Another pile of food was put in front of Dallion.

Eat up, the copyette said. And level up more today. He placed a new fork on the table. And dont ruin any more forks.

Im not talking about this time. Im talking about all the times.

As riddles went, this one was rather good. Not that it particularly helped with things. In fact, it was almost as cryptic as if it were coming from the Moons. Dallion had been looking forward to a long talk with Hannah and Aspan, not to mention some adequate rest. All those plans had been cut short.

Go.

And Hannah? She wasnt going to be pleased if Dallion disappeared again an hour after reappearing. Knowing her, she probably was aware of that. The sly fox knew a lot more than she let on. Sadly, it was looking less and less likely that Dallion would find out what.

If you come back, shell get over it.

And if I dont, it wont matter.

Good luck.

The moment Dallion got out of the kitchen, he rushed up the stairs to his room. A few of the local item guardians dared greet him, fearful of his dread aura. The door was open by the time he reached it. The place was speckless: everything was clean; the bed was tidy, and even Dallions belongings were neatly arranged. Most of them were clothes, ends and odds hed gathered as a hunter, the stone orchid stone, and some musical instruments. Each object came with its own set of memories, bringing him back to a more optimistic simpler time that was, until he saw the hand-mirror that had once been home to Gleam.

In less than a second, the chill of reality filled Dallions mind.

Ruby, the window, Dallion said as he put his backpack on the floor. If anyone tries to spy, slice him.

The shardfly flew off his shoulder and fluttered towards the window. Meanwhile, Dallion looked around to find his bandages. Since hed become a hunter, hed developed the habit of keeping a few rolls at all times. Most often they were to deal with small scrapes while taking care of animals, so he didnt make a mess before healing himself with Luxs powers.

Usually, there was a bowl of water next to the mirror. The bowl was still there, though it was empty. Nonetheless, Dallion took it and put it on the bed. The bandages ended up being near his clothes.

Dallion took off his shirt and whipped as much blood he could from his arm. A sudden sensation of pain reminded him of the second permanent effect. Gritting his teeth, he finished cleaning his arm, and threw the bloody shirt in the bowl.

Lux. Dallion sat down.

The dartblade floated off the backpack, surrounded by a blue glow, then pressed against Dallions wound. The scar closed again, forming a thin reddish crust. It was only going to last a few minutesenough for him to bandage it. This wasnt the first time hed done it, though unlike before, the pain constantly got in the way. The minutes seemed like hours, but finally, he was done.

I need a drink. Dallion collapsed in the bed. His breathing was erratic. His body was struggling against the pain with all this might, regardless that there wasnt a cause.

You need to go to a temple, dear boy, Nil corrected. You could have done that before, wasting hours in the kitchen.

The old echo had no memory of anything that had occurred there; none other than Dallion didthe copyette didnt need more entities aware of his existence. For someone who avoided using magic, he put a lot of effort into erasing memories.

Ill do it in a bit, Dallion whispered. Right now, I just need

The door to his room swung open.

I cant believe you! Diroh stormed in. You could have at least said a few words!

Yes, Dallion thought. I could have.

Ignoring the pain, he split into instances, leaping off the bed. Choosing an instance in which the fury wasnt able to react, he grabbed her by the hand.

PERSONAL AWAKENING