Book 1: Chapter 17: Emergency Unsummoning and Tail Blanket

Book 1: Chapter 17: Emergency Unsummoning and Tail Blanket

Lone arose to no pain in his tails, which was a great sign for the day to come. He left their bedroom and then the fort.

With a yawn, he put a hand to the dome that obscured them from view and chanted, Illusionary Dome.

New life was pumped into it as Lone felt almost all of his MP get drained from him. He knitted his brow a bit but smiled when he saw a notification.

Congratulations! The illusion magic skill [Illusionary Dome] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 10.

If only Mental Pain Resistance levelled up, he muttered as he knocked the side of his skull with his knuckles. Eh? Whatll it take to make you level? Probably overusing my MP, thats what.

He stretched a bit before he withdrew his new swordspear from his Dimension Storage and began swinging it about to the best of his ability.

Lone didnt expect to gain a skill from this but it couldnt hurt for him to get better acquainted with his new instrument of death, he felt.

Not long later, Sophie stumbled out of the fort while rubbing her eyes and while still wearing her pyjamas. Lone?

He stopped and smiled at her. Mornin', sleepyhead. Breakfast? Its gonna be a long day so I want us both at our best.

She returned his smile with a sunny one of her own. Mmm, sounds wonderful. The, uh, breakfast part.

Lone chuckled then got to preparing them something to eat. Once they were finished, it was time to enter the forest again.

Both of their outfits were a little bit different now. Atop their combat gear now lay a gambeson and some simple metal plates that covered their vitals.

Thankfully, while effective, gambeson was a pretty simple piece of clothing so creating it hadnt been too costly. It was the same story with the plates.

The only downsides were that Sophie found it harder to move and the light armour wasnt a perfect match for either of them according to Growth Accelerator.

Lone almost didnt wear his since he had Basic Regeneration. His tails were impossible to armour anyway so he figured he was screwed on that front no matter what.

It made Sophie feel more at ease though seeing him wear the gambeson and plates, so wear them he did.

The two quickly and silently left their little fort and ventured into the forest. Within minutes, they had found a group of goblins.

"Don't do anything. There's at least 20 of them that I can see. That's way more than we can handle. Slowly move back and try not to make any noises. We'll find a smaller group," Lone whispered very quietly.

Sophie was shaking like a leaf. She weakly nodded her head and followed Lone as they began very carefully backing up.

Good. The most I bet we can deal with is eight, maybe nine or ten again. Were not used to our weapons even if theyre perfect for us. We want a group of two to four, ideally, Lone thought.

It was then that he heard a loud snapping sound. Darting his eyes towards the source, he saw Sophie panicking.

She had accidentally stepped on a particularly thick twig, creating a damn-near thunderous crack that sent the goblins wild.

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"Ah... Uh.. Um.. Ah... I-I didn't mean-" Sophie's panic was cut off by Lone's brisk and unhesitant voice.

"Unsummon Sophie Vladimirovich." All 20 of the goblins were charging over to his and Sophie's position at the point.

Theyd be on them in seconds. Even if Sophie hated that place, Lone made the tactical decision to return her to The Summoning Room. Shed be of no use as a stuttering mess.

He had no confidence in being able to deal with 20 goblins without a lot of them escaping. That being the case, at the very least, he couldn't let the foul beasts realise that Sophie was with him.

Lone would be lying if he said that how upset and jittery Sophie had gotten about making a mistake instead of accepting it had happened and moving on hadnt pissed him off.

This was exactly the kind of shit Zarrin, one of his gaming buddies, used to pull. It took him and Neon the better part of a year to teach her how to actually play to the point that she was better than a drunken Sino.

He couldnt exactly blame Sophie but boy did he wish those hundreds of years running from and presumably fighting the templars had given her some grit.

'Now's not the time for idle thoughts, you idiot,' he said to himself.

Lone tightly gripped his swordspear then threw himself at the approaching mob of goblins. They were slobbering and yelling with glee all the while.

He had barely been able to walk, let alone focus on such things when he was returning home, so now was as good a time as any to check them out.

The first message was one he had suspected was waiting for him given that he had been able to use Mental Destruction twice somehow.

Congratulations! The host has successfully gained enlightenment and ranked up. The host is now an H-ranker.

As Lone had assumed, he'd ranked up mid-fight. If he hadn't, then it would have been impossible for him to use Mental Destruction twice in one day instead of just once.

There was no such thing as miracles. He had no idea how the goblins had been enough to push his level to whatever boundary there was between the I and H rank, but regardless, he was thankful.

Although, Lone did have to wonder what it meant by 'enlightenment.' Was the system using that term in the traditional sense, or was there perhaps a deeper meaning?

He wasn't sure. More investigation would have to be done discreetly at a library or something similar upon finding a larger settlement of people than that of the elven camp.

What followed next was a large string of skill level-up notifications. Lone glanced over them briefly.

Congratulations! The host's passive skill [Physical Pain Resistance] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 4.

Congratulations! The host's passive skill [Physical Pain Resistance] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 5.

Congratulations! The host's passive skill [Physical Pain Resistance] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 6.

No surprises there. It fuckin hurts like a bitch to be ganked by a dozen gangly green goblins, Lone thought.

Congratulations! The host's unique skill [Basic Regeneration] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 8.

Congratulations! The host's unique skill [Basic Regeneration] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 9.

Congratulations! The host's unique skill [Basic Regeneration] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 10.

Lone clicked his tongue distastefully. Son of a cunt-licker. One level off a rank up.

Congratulations! The host's passive skill [Spear Mastery] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 2.

Congratulations! The host's passive skill [Spear Mastery] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 3.

Lone wore a mildly confused expression on his face. Spear mastery, not Swordspear mastery? Thats we- Ah, theres another notif.

The host has developed the passive skill: Swordspear Mastery.

Passive Skill: Swordspear Mastery

A sub-skill of the skills, [Sword Mastery] and [Spear Mastery] which is critical for swordspear-users and passively allows for better handling and control over swordspears.

All swordspears used by the host will cut and pierce their targets 5% more easily.

Cost:N/A Mastery:Beginner Level 1

Ah, cool. So it doesnt help with the use of swordspears, just their power, really. I need to get Sword Mastery at some point then. I need to level that and Spear Mastery, probably, he thought.

The only thing left to do, really, was to check his status and see what stats he had earned from his battle and subsequent rank-up.

Status

Name:Lone ImmortusSex:Male Age:24Level:26 [+9] Species:FoxkinRank:H [Up from I] Race:Golden Foxkin HP:860/860 [+300]SP:3,100/3,100 [+750] MP:5,830/5,830 [+1,750] Basic Stats Strength:74 [+45]Vigour:310 [+75] Dexterity:160 [+96]Agility:96 [+26] Vitality:86 [+30]Luck:55 [+2] Bonus Stats Charm:72Charisma:40 Magic Power:583 [+175]

Lone laughed internally. 'Damn these must have been some high levelled goblins or something. That is a lot of stats.

He stroked his chin and thought, 'Granted, I did kill a lot of them on my own. I didnt gain many levels either. Maybe level 25 was the cap for I-rank so I wasted exp before I ranked up?

He was just theorising at this point. Only further study and ranking up in a more controlled environment could give him the answers he sought, really.

Apparently, Lone's musings and slight movements had woken up the girl who was treating his tails and chest like a blanket and bed respectively.