Chapter 8: I am a good guy
The flas spread worse than wildfire, and the whole forest beca endangered. In just a few minutes, Reylin's eyes couldn't see anything else other than the forest and its burning trees. He also wouldn't be able to find a way out should he be without a map.
That situation was the best, however.
BANG!
"Oh..."
BANG!
His fireball punch was like a bomb he had made many tis on Earth, but different. Those flas sounded enraged, fueled by ire born out of Reylin's mana. He tad, but it kept turning unruly.
The process continued until Reylin got used to his fireball punch.
What process, exactly?
The killing of wolves and other forest monsters!
"Ahh... They ran off," Reylin chuckled, his mind serene. On his fingertip, the flas flickered, but those soon exploded as mini fireballs.
Since the flas deluged the whole forest, he could keep playing with those, and Reylin made so improvisation fireworks, which made his mood better.
He knew well that all desired abilities wouldn't appear out of nowhere.
He already got enough, and Reylin would surely create more outstanding skills with those as his foundation. But humans were so fickle, and Reylin often couldn't control himself, which was why he was known as a madman.
No one had tad or influenced him enough in his life.
Would such a person appear in this ga?
[Rey Flas Lin Lv. 5 HP: 100/100 MP: 150/150]
Reylin leveled up, and he focused on INT stat, which increased his mana and helped his skills grow higher. Initially, he was clueless about his path. Still, after checking up the class tree and seeing how many classes one can simply absorb, Reylin decided that he would build himself into the perfect fla existence.
Bombs and fireworks would be so damn easy he would create sothing utterly different, all possible only in the fantasy world.
Thus, Mage Class was all about INT.
It would be his mana.
And the latter would be decided after proper research.
Layla's notes had S Rank, so Reylin was interested in it as well.
"Who set the whole forest up in flas?!" An unknown voice thundered on the side.
Reylin's lips curved into a smile, and he strutted toward the voice. It didn't take him a long ti due to his passive pyromania skill.
At last, Reylin's eyes landed on a particular but expected group.
[The Bandit Boss Huna Lv. 12 HP: 202/300 MP: 88/120]
[You have t the first unique grade individual.]
"His nickna is red! This is a player who has killed others!" The bandit boss' asslicker shouted while his wobbling finger tried to stay on Reylin's face.
Reylin shrugged, "I have gone off the track, but this is a eting I've been looking forward to. Now, let's introduce ourselves despite our nas hovering above our heads. I am Rey Flas Lin, and I am a good guy." Said Reylin with his body absorbing and literally bathing in flas.
"..." The bandits and their boss gawked at Reylin with their eyes dead.
"Seriously?" Huna responded after a brief silence, and his dead eyes regained a little light.
Imdiately after, his hand fished out the knife. In their bandit codex, talking with an enemy was the biggest mistake.
It's either forcing the stupid to get loot or fighting for it!
The boss was prepared for the latter, but he also followed bandit codex diligently, "Hand over your stuff, and I will spare your life!"
"Haha!" Reylin laughed, holding his stomach!
The bandits glanced into each other's eyes, feeling uncertain. This guy was bathing in flas, so his skill was high. However, Reylin also exposed his nickna, and his level was seen by everyone around.
This guy couldn't be so strong... or so it looked like.
But on the broader view, the bandits couldn't really escape from the forest.
The flas had long since encircled them, so getting Reylin was the safest way to leave this damnable place!
"But he is just laughing..." Another bootlicker whispered...
"Well, guys! I am a good guy, really. So things happen to slip out of my reach, but aren't we all emotional beings? In my current mood, I am more inclined to talk with you. For , to reach the perfect flas and to enjoy my flas the best, I must tread on this world as if it was real life. It's different against players because I know about them. But you? Well, let's have a nice talk." Reylin leaned on the tree and crossed his arms.
He added, "Should I kill you, my level up will go by another two. This is quite an efficient way of leveling up, and I am sure at the top. With my flas, I am not really bothered by my level, though. My heart and flas are the priority. But the problem is that you guys are gonna die anyway."
"Hah! I see where this is going! You want us to be your underlings? In your dreams, player!" Huna shouted at Reylin, then glared at his boys, "We fight him! Give it your all!"
"Yes, Boss!" Asslickers responded loudly and firmly.
"Nah, I am really carefully maintaining my psyche," Reylin shrugged.
At that ti, the fla wall burst out with water.
A party of players stepped in, and one of them at the helm said, "We have finally located that bandit camp! These flas made things hard! Now, where are those bandits? Oh?"
He directed his surprise at Reylin, "William wannabe?"
The mont these words rang out, a shadow covered Reylin's eyes, and his face contorted.
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