《Author sent into his own story, now what do I do?》Chapter 15- Spirits and the author
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I walk out of the Elven kingdom without any trouble and go through the forest towards the Beast-men kingdom. I travel for many miles in the forest. I came across a paradise in the forest that has flowers, a pond, animals, and spirits. I saw fairies, mythical creatures and a dryad. They haven't notice me yet so I took out a bowl of udon. I was enjoying the scene while I was laying on a tree. I guess with an environment like this a person won't get notice easily. I laid there for a few minutes until a dryad finally notice me. I wave my hand at her while eating some ice cream cake. The dryad came over to me, she look like a pretty woman that I would hangout with.
[Hello]
Dryad [Hello human. May I know what you doing here]
[Doing here? All I am doing is hanging around while eating]
Dryad [So you mean no harm]
(Of course I mean no harm)
[If I am going to capture you guys I would of done it already]
Dryad [I don't believe you, your aura is too low to have any magical power to stop us]
(I could do anything I want)
[How much do you want to see the difference in powers]
Dryad [I don't know how strong you are but I see no evil in you so I am going to transfer you to a different place]
The Dryad chat some of her magic on me but it didn't work. Meanwhile I was slipping on some tea.
Dryad [What it didn't work]
[Such a low level illusion spell won't work on me]
Dryad [Then I have to try harder than]
The Dryad try another spell on me but failed.
[Still not working, are you done yet]
Dryad [This one will be my final one]
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[Good Luck, you not be successful thou]
The area still to stimulate some aura in the area and it went towards me which it did nothing again.
The Dryad fell to the ground exhausted from the magic she put out.
Dryad [What are you, not many people can resist my magic]
[Who am I you ask. I am just an adventurer who likes eating rice crackers. *Munch* Want some]
I show the bag of rice crackers to the Dryad. The Dryad got back up and took a cracker with her.
Dryad [You can't be just any normal adventurer *Munch* Wow this is delicious]
[I am a SSS+ class adventurer]
The looked shocked from my statement.
Dryad [SSS+, you serious]
[Yea, why the face*Munch*]
Dryad [Do you know how rare SSS+ adventurers are]
[Very over the top rare *Munch*]
Dryad [SSS+ adventurers are some of the most powerful people of all time]
(I don't give a shit. I just going to eat)
[Okay]
Dryad [They say that a single SSS+ adventurer can equal an empire worth of power]
While she saids this fairies and mythical creatures come over to hear the story.
Dryad [There is currently over a hundred SSS+ adventurers in history. Many of them are still alive for being very powerful and are able to avoid death and aging]
[Obviously, you guys want some chips]
The fairies noded in agreement. While the Dryad tells stories about the SSS+ adventurers I handed out some food to the surrounding spirits and mythical creatures. This lasted for a few hours because the Dryad went from story to story for some reason.
[I have to get going, see ya]
I stand up and left the paradise.
Fairies [Bye SSS+ adventurer]
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