《Hilarity of a Game-Breaking Player [Hiatus]》Arc Prologue - Chapter 2
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I woke up the next day and ate breakfast. I was prepared to leave this cave and explored the world around since I knew nothing about it. I went out of the cave and
looked at my surroundings and saw that I was in a valley in between a mountain range. I walked forward to whichever of the two sides since, well, it is just two directions.
'Hermes Blessing'
I cast a speed buff on myself and went to one of the sides of it. I won't be teleporting because I can just store an accurate map of the area in my mind thanks to my high intelligence. Let me tell you that I want to see the world around and also, teleportation is kind of inconvenient so I just walked with the speed buff.
Walking with the buff is an equivalent of an Olympic track team. The skill 'Hermes Blessing' give the user or whoever you want to give the buff an increase of 150%
speed.
'This scenery is quite nice but seriously it gets boring!', I thought and then said, "Whoever random god or whatnot, please make something interesting happened."
I said that not really expecting something to happen but behold! Slave Trader! How do I know? I am seeing them in front of me. How do they not see me? Magic! Duh.
What did you expect? My walk in front of them and do something. Come on! I haven't killed a single soul and just thinking about makes me sick. What? You think I can handle something like that? Come on! I'm just a gamer with my MMO game character, not an actual swordsman with the rules and all you see on television.
So, I am invisible and silent because I cast myself that spell. This spell barely costs anything and I am here watching the slave traders.
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'God's Eye'
This is a useful spell, allowing me to see from a top-down view. Looking through 'God's Eye', I can see the slaves in seriously bad condition and many are extremely thin and malnourished. Looking at this scene disgust me for several reasons but mainly because of my morals and principles. So I waited until the sun set and prepared my spells for the situation.
'Tracker's Eye'
Using this spell, I was able to find the slave traders and so I cast 'Silence' and 'Invisibility'. I entered the camp and unsheathed my sword and carefully walk. I was lucky because the traders were asleep. The guards were nothing and were very easy to deal with. A slash was enough to kill them all. So, here I am in front of him and murmured, "You are a scum, and I do not like this. I am not doing this for justice but because I want to and it makes me happy in a way that I helped. I am going to kill you just like how I killed your guards and I will not regret taking the life of a scum", and slashed his head off.
I sat down on the floor and said, "They were scum and deserved to die and that my actions are justified.". I pointed my fingers at the sky and a magic circle appeared. I chanted, "Bless the poor souls and help the weak. In the name of the goddess I serve, I bless you for a safe journey. 'Freyr Love'". The circle gave a light and healed every slave here. Later, I unlocked all the doors and left behind food and weapons. Of course, I know that some slaves are bad, so with the Divine Magic 'God's Judgment', I smote all the sinful slaves.
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'Hermes Blessing'
Casting the buff, I ran-walked out of the scene because my skill 'Awareness' allows me to sense the area around me. Sensing people, I obviously did not want to stay there so before leaving, I took away all the stuff I left behind.
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