The System screen, eting his group, princess arrives.
No matter what he did or how much he walked, David couldn’t throw off the feeling that soone’s gaze was constantly fixed on his back. He sighed, rolling his shoulders to ease his uncomfortably tensed muscles. He had walked off to in random directions, even dived into a river just for the sake of it.
But even then...even underwater he had still felt as if soone was very close to him and watching him intently.
He wanted to shake if off as an unsecured feeling but could he really do so when literal goosebumps were appearing on his neck and forearms from ti to ti?
Obviously, he has his own doubts as well. Ever since he had co out of....ahem, rushed out of the dungeon, he had felt it. And there could only be one suspect behind it all.
Princess Valerie. One of the main candidates to the throne of Windsor Kingdom.
’Unless she is completely invisible and is indifferent to all my attempts at spotting her, I don’t see any person stalking then.’ David thought inwardly.
He had practically felt the strange gaze prickle his skin when he was transferring mana into the direwolf’s body.
’Oh right... Should leaving it resting in its weak state a good idea?’ The direwolf’s injuries has been healed, thanks to the regenerating skills and alpha direwolf generally has. But ntally it was exhausted and while the physical injuries has been removed, the sore muscles haven’t been.
And thus, he had let it rest all alone in the forest. ’Well, I don’t think any other creature shall be that foolish to approach an alpha direwolf.’
He continued on his way as he walked in a straight path. The tress in this region were spaced more closely and looked younger than the old, decaying tress of the east side of the great forest. The grasses also had decreased in their heights but were fresh and glinted with the morning dew.
Finally getting so ti away from the unending chaos he had to witness since his mories as David had awakened, he looked at the four dotted structure hovering near his blind spot.
He rembered his clan mbers, especially the nad mbers of the Hermann family, boasting off this four dotted structure. It was a sign that you were now beyond any normal human in terms of potential. And the Hermann clan? They embraced every bit of strength they could. They took pride in it.
As he had heard from them, he concentrated on the four dots as he whispered softly, "Stats."
Instantly three of the dots moved away from the uppermost right cornered dot, all in three different directions and a screen interface appeared in front of his vision.
For a brief mont, he found himself enamoured with what he saw. He could still see everything beyond the screen quite properly, as if the screen in front of him didn’t even exist. But when he concentrated as in when he wanted to see the screen, the surroundings got blocked from his sight as a peach coloured screen appeared before him.
And on it, written in black ink were the following words.
Stats
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Class: Mage(Aspiring)
Abilities: Vision
Pathway:
Elents: Wind
Tier: I (29/300 soul fragnts)
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"That looks quite simple...nothing like what I used to see in webnovels." He quietly voiced out his words as his eyes glazed through the contents on the screen.
For the first three stats, he wasn’t surprised. He already knew those. But...
’What is the last stat...? And soul fragnts must be the number of people or creatures I kill right? I have heard of it. It’s the reason why we barbarians are infamous for our savagery.’
David soon realised that there must also be a limitation on what even counts as a soul fragnt. Otherwise, people would have been killing mosquitoes or maybe even ants and level up their tiers.
But that shouldn’t be the case...so what were the limitations?
’Maybe the next ti I et all the other unnad clan mbers, I should flex my stat screen as well. Although nobody else other than can see it, I can still boast of it haha.’ He laughed, rembering all the tis his junior self had been jealous of all those people who had flexed their achievents in front of them.
Now it was his turn. Afterall, sothing is bad unless you are the one doing it. Then, it becos natural.
"...Not so....t...h....." A faint whisper drifted to David’s ears all of a sudden. He perked up at that as his thoughts were suddenly broken.
Even though there wasn’t much of a reason, his heart still quivered with a thrill. He recognised the voice he had just heard. Even though it was just a fajng whisper. It was the other naless girl.
And it was coming from the path where he would eventually be heading to. He fastened up his steps as he almost ran. More out of relief.
Walking alone and thoughts of adventuring in deep, dangerous forests sound fun and all while living in a secured civilised area. But out in the wild and more specifically in an era where evolved beasts road the terrain?
"Nah, I would just stick to humans rather than roaming alone and ending up as a al for so hoarde."
As he walked with brisk steps, the whispers started getting louder. Draven and Shogun sees to be having a conversation in the native tongue while the naless girl sounded like she was rambling sothing unintelligible.
After few minutes, he finally saw them.
At the head of the group, Shogun was talking with Draven. Both of them looked fine enough except for Draven’s twisted ankle, his movents a bit limpid. Draven’s bow seed to be missing as well while Shogun on the other hand was dragging the mace along the ground, leaving skidding marks in his wake.
Behind them, the naless girl walked...no, more like she was hopping and took deliberately long strides as if playing a ga only she could see. And beside her...a dark red haired lady walked, her hands gripping the naless girl for support.
’Lady Lysandra. Draven’s wife.’ David recalled internally seeing her awake. She was constantly caressing her stomach, probably suffering in discomfort.
Draven noticed it almost imdiately and rushed to her side. He nodded to the naless girl in acknowledgent and took his wife from her.
At the rear, Thorgar walked all alone. Bloodied and shoulders hunched, he almost looked a defeated person. The spear in his hand was now half its original length with the tallic head corroded with dried blood.
Taking a deep breath, David ca out in the clearing. His feet stepped on wet grass as a squelching sound behind them halted the group in their place.
Thorgar who was at the back, turned back instantly, his broken spear at the ready. Followed by the others turning back.
"It’s ." David called out. Seeing him, the others relaxed.
"You alive?" Thorgar looked amazed, his expression incredulous. David more or less could understand the reaction.
Even Thorgar or Draven would have stood no chance against the direwolf. And yet, he a random naless, stood here.
"Well, things happened..." He spoke hesitatingly, debating inwardly if he should speak to them about the princess.
The last ti he discussed about an enemy with an ally....’Yeah, that didn’t go well.’ He finished inside his mind.
At that mont, Shogun who was casually standing lazily suddenly went rigid. His eyes glead intensely as he in his native tongue shouted. Sothing that nobody other than Draven and Lysandra understood.
"We are being tracked."
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