《World War, The Beginning》Chapter 2: Bad Luck Red
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Describing the blond man beside the blue eyes, he has a tall stature possibly at 188cm with broad shoulders typical of a Caucasian man but he exude certain aura of strengths accompany by his athletic build. His clothes that he was wearing was a blaze coat with a symbol at the right side chest, the symbol known as Princeton. A well-known college located in the nation of the American flag, those who known as Princeton earn the title as the elites. No wonder his demeanor was calm and composed even during this change of event. Confidently standing in front of the pedestal, the king ask his steward to proceed to the rite of the ceremony. Brandishing a small knife in front of the blond man he was still composed even after being asked bring out his hand. Cutting at the end of one of his finger a drop of blood drops into the bowl full of clear water. As the blood spread throughout the water, it was then turn black and purified into clear crystal water with beads of crystals spreads up to the space above him projecting some kind of hologram which present with numbers and words. The words and numbers were parameter that reveal the status of the owner of the blood. The nobles then was marvel by the number they have seen and shout for enjoyment. Taking a glance to the hologram, even the young man was astounded by the things that he has seen. Only one word came out of his mouth ‘daebak’
The blond man name was Aaron as stated by the hologram, his age was the same as the young man, 23 years old. The status was just like as he has seen;
NameAaron UnderwoodAge23GenderMaleLevel1ClassHero of the ClaymoreStrength100Vitality100Resistance100Agility100Magic100Magic Resistance100Skills• Aptitude All Attribute
• Resist All Elements
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• Resist Physical
• Swordmanship
• High-speed Magic Recovery
• Magic Perception
• Limit Break
• Language Comprehension
His status was at whooping 100 per status, no wonder there were all astonished even the King gasped at the spectacles that he has sawn. This burn the desire of the young man hoping for the same result as Aaron the Hero of the Sword, the king then give a hug to his newfound weapon or I mean Hero as he was greatly pleased by the status. It was then said by the King that his status was ten times the normal people at level 1. He even said that his status was on par with the current general of war of this country who is at level 50. First and foremost I was baffled by the use of level even in this world. Is this thing called level are known by all the people? This thought linger around the young man minds. The hologram then combine and collected into one point which then formed into a small metal like shield that was the size of grown adult hand. The shield was silver with black lining around its border. It seems that based on the description of the steward beside the young man, with a touch of its owner it will reveal the owner status and description of skills or magic. This artifact was quite convenient it purpose was the same as an in game menu window that open the character window. The young man minds was now more clouded as the revelation of this in game capabilities in this medieval fantasy settings threw him off the usual norm. peeking a glance to the lady next to him, even she was calm and composed but her face was expressing a stone cold face. She was like ice as cold as the artic ice that cant be melt by the light of the sun. observing her body from head to toe, her body proportion was greatly at the curvaceous side, with the top and bottom was well-endowed. This can be noticed with her office suit and skirt greatly hugging her body tight revealing her body characteristics. Her skin was white with a little bit of tan, her brunette hair flow as glossy as it looks. Her face was just like a beauty with a mix of latin and Caucasian lineage. After the end of Aaron turn, the king ask for the lady turn to step up. She then confidently walk along the line like a model run through the runway. Everyone around the throne hall was mesmerized by the sheer beauty possess by the lady. Her looks was not very common as the people of this nation seems to be based on the Englishman. Repeating the steps for the ceremony, another hologram opens up into the throne hall air space. Again everyone was astounded by the numbers and her name was Miranda Sanchez.
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NameMiranda SanchezAge27GenderFemaleLevel1ClassZero Degree MagusStrength50Vitality75Resistance75Agility150Magic250Magic Resistance200Skills• Master class aptitude to ice based element
• Aptitude All Attribute
• Resist All Elements
• Resist Magical
• High mana pool
• Speed casting
• Water/ice element master comprehension
• Battle Instinct
• High-speed Magic Recovery
• Sign Perception
• Magic Perception
• Limit Break
• ????
• Language Comprehension
Her status was also remarkable with the class of Magus or in other word a magic user. Her status was to the offensive magic side with her skills clearly outnumbered Aaron. She even has a mystery skill which are not described, this clearly tell that her battle prowess was more high level than Aaron but the crowds seems to be less excited. This people country possibly relies on strength rather than intelligence this was clearly shown by their facial expression. Nevertheless the more educated people was more excited and was at awe by the miracle of magic in front of them. It seems that even King was one of those that were at awe, it clearly shows that he was man of wisdom rather than brute strength that acts on impulse. After she steps down from the pedestal, it was now the young man turn, his face was composed just like the others but his heart were racing fast with his heartbeat elevated by the second. His steps grew heavy as each step make him more and more nervous. Never in his life he has a lucky life with this new opportunity he want to achieved greatness but again as the blood drop his misfortune weight more than luck that lady luck can give. The young man composed face crumbles a bit with a corner of his mouth shriek a bit. The hall was silent not one voice or sound could be heard only their mouth were hanging from their head. the situation itself make the people dumbfounded by the things that they are seeing right now. The status of young man were spectate by the others, Aaron chuckle a bit after seeing it. to be ridicule was humiliating, but nevertheless it was his status. The young man status or his name was Red.
NameRedAge23GenderMaleLevel1ClassThe AssistStrength13Vitality13Resistance13Agility13Magic13Magic Resistance13Skills• Comprehension of Support Magic
• Munus Fabula
• Unable to learn Main(fire/water/earth/wind) elemental Magic
• Language Comprehension
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