After three days, I flew to the gorge again to check on our barbarians. They were still there, and they seed less frozen. They had set up camp fifty ters from the dungeon, where the gorge was narrower, and lit a fire across the passage. I couldn’t understand what they were still doing there. Were they planning to wait until the dungeon regenerated?
My curiosity kept hovering over them, waiting for an answer. It took more than half a day, but I finally got one.
“I want to go ho,” one flunky whined.
Their leader, or at least who I thought was their leader, responded firmly, “No, we’re staying. There’s no way they’ve left the gorge. They’re probably still inside, just invisible. The cold will flush them out.”
The third one argued with him. “We’ve scanned the gorge several tis and have seen no signs of fire. There’s no way they’re still here.”
He continued to insist, his voice growing more adamant. “I don’t care. I’m telling you, they’re still here.”
The argunt dragged on for more than an hour. Finally, in anger, he shouted, “Do what you want, but I’m staying.”
The group fell silent while the fire crackled, and the icy wind whistled through the gorge. I hovered over them for over an hour to see what they would do. But for now, they did nothing, so I went ho. I was delighted with my spying mission because it reassured they didn’t know about the valley and would not surprise us.
Two days later, I flew to the gorge again to check on their progress. This ti, the leader was alone, looking even angrier than before. A thought crossed my mind, and I facepald again. It had been quite a long ti since I last did it, but recently, I was back to facepalming. I didn’t know what that said about .
I Identified him.
Keroly Danranj
Arcane Juggernaut level 28
Twenty-eight sounded high, and it was worrying. After hovering over him for another half hour with nothing interesting happening, I returned ho.
I reported my findings to Mahya and Al. “I learned that the leader is an Arcane Juggernaut at level 28.”
Mahya waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about his level. He has only one class, so his trait numbers co from just that one. Maybe Al and you have lower levels in individual classes, but you’re at his or higher level with multiple classes combined.”
That was very reassuring, and I put him out of my mind for now.
After four days, I checked on him again and found he had left. I flew from one end of the gorge to the other to make sure he hadn’t just moved or was hiding, but couldn’t find him. He was gone. Apparently, the cold had driven him ho. The valley experienced almost daily snowfall, and a thick blanket of snow twenty centiters or more covered most of it. The snow didn’t stay as long in the gorge, lting soon after it fell. But because of the shape of the gorge, there was an icy wind blowing through it all the ti, making it even colder than outside.
The two slackers I call my friends convinced to continue collecting crystals from the gorge alone when it wasn’t snowing.
“Co on, John,” Al said, stretching his legs towards the fireplace. “All you need to do is fly, kill the monsters from above, and gather the crystals. With your lightning, you can do it easily.”
Mahya nodded in agreent, arranging the fluffy blanket on her legs. “Yeah, the cold forces us to wear thick clothes that restrict our movent. It makes it difficult for us to fight.”
I narrowed my eyes at them. “You just want to stay cozy at ho in front of the fireplace, don’t you?”
Al grinned sheepishly. “Can you really fault us? It is really simple for you to defeat monsters from above while remaining unseen. Moreover, you are much more effective in doing it.”
I sighed, knowing they had a point. “Fine. I’ll do it. But you two owe .”
Mahya laughed. “Deal! We’ll make you the best hot chocolate every ti you co back.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, alright. Just don’t get too comfortable while I’m out there doing all the work.”
Every few days, I did a “flight through” the gorge, collecting crystals. Rue continued to play with the wind in the air, and as long as he didn’t have to land, he had no problem with the snow. When his mana was about to run out, he would co ho and sit in front of the fireplace on his beanbag, content as could be.
Mahya started studying chanical engineering from Earth, Al continued to tinker in his greenhouse, and I went back to school. While going through the books, I ca across two that I could read the titles of, with no need to learn the language first. It surprised for a mont, but then I rembered that while training my channels in Faerie, I had learned book languages as a way to spend mana, though I did nothing with them. I went through Lis’s entire library, collected all the books in languages I knew, and sifted through them to find my next subject.
They all sounded interesting, and I chose one book about elents and another by a seasoned Traveler discussing long-lived races. I rembered Lis had ntioned my father was from one of these races, so I decided to learn more about them.
As I dove into the book, I discovered a wealth of fascinating details about various long-lived races from different worlds. These groups, despite their differences, shared so common traits because of their extended lifespans. One of the most intriguing aspects was their unique take on age and maturity.
For these long-lived races, youth was a prolonged phase of life. They considered their young to be children until they were 100 years old. Imagine being a kid for an entire century! This extended childhood gave them plenty of ti to learn, explore, and develop their skills without the rush to grow up. Their elders and community nurtured them, ensuring a deep-rooted understanding of their heritage and traditions.
Adolescence, too, stretched out until the age of 200. During these years, their ntors encouraged them to follow their passions, sharpen their talents, and explore their world. The Traveler shared stories of young individuals embarking on decades-long journeys to discover neighboring lands and cultures, gaining wisdom and experience that would later benefit their communities. This extended adolescence instilled patience and a long-term perspective, highly valued traits among these races.
The book also explored the social structures and relationships within these communities. Family bonds were incredibly strong, with multiple generations often living together and supporting one another. Elders played a crucial role in guiding the younger mbers, sharing their vast knowledge, and ensuring that cultural practices continued. Respect for age and experience ford the foundation of their societies, and they frequently made decisions collectively, seeking input from the most seasoned mbers.
Even though I was only half of an unknown long-lived race, with my mother being human, I couldn’t help but wonder what that ant for . Did it an I was a child until 50 and a teenager until 100? Just thinking about it made shudder. Although I didn’t experience the sa hormonal chaos as the other teenagers around in high school and college, the idea of being a chaotic, horny teenager until 100 was too scary to contemplate. I didn’t feel that young either. While I knew much of my ntal maturity ca from my circumstances and history, I had lived most of my life as a grown man. I studied, I worked, I was married. On the other hand, I didn’t feel like a fifty-year-old man should. I felt more like a twenty-year-old guy, and even that was doubtful.
This whole subject confused terribly. Thinking again about being a teenager at 100, I shuddered in horror and put the book aside. Bottom line, it didn’t really matter what the relative age of my body was. I felt the way I did, and I had learned to enjoy life. To , that was the only thing that mattered.
I moved to the other book—maybe it would suit better.
The next book was much more interesting. It had separate chapters on each major elent—earth, fire, water, and wind—with specific exercises on how to develop the physical and ntal characteristics each elent represents.
For earth, the focus was on stability, patience, endurance, and resilience. There were physical exercises like weightlifting, rock climbing, and grounding techniques, where you stand barefoot on the earth to absorb its energy. ntally, it encouraged mindfulness ditation and activities that promote steadfastness, like long-term projects or puzzles that require significant ti and effort. One exercise suggested visualizing yourself as a tree with deep roots, feeling the stability and strength of the earth flowing through you.
Fire was all about passion, intensity, energy, and transformation. To develop these traits physically, the book recomnded high-intensity training, martial arts, and other activities that get the blood pumping and ignite your inner fire. ntally, it encouraged embracing challenges, setting bold goals, and engaging in creative and innovative activities. A specific exercise involved visualizing a fla within you, growing and spreading warmth and energy throughout your body, symbolizing the transformative power of fire.
Water focused on adaptability, flexibility, persistence, and calmness. Physically, it suggested swimming, slow and flowing martial arts, and activities that promote fluidity and a connection with water. ntally, it advised practicing ditation, going with the flow in daily life, and engaging in activities that require adaptability and patience. One key exercise was to sit by a body of water, observing its movents, and mimicking its flow in thought and action, cultivating a sense of inner peace and persistence.
Wind emphasized freedom, unpredictability, adaptability, and quick-wittedness. Physically, it recomnded activities like running, parkour, and other sports that require agility and quick reflexes. ntally, it suggested embracing spontaneity, practicing improvisation, and engaging in activities that stimulate quick thinking and adaptability. One exercise involved feeling the wind against your skin and imagining becoming one with it, embracing its free-spirited and ever-changing nature.
The book also covered secondary elents derived from the primary ones, just like I had already discovered that lightning was a derivative of the wind. It explained that only after mastering the major elent could you develop the secondary elent.
The book laid out the path to true elental mastery by mastering the primary elents and their associated qualities, and then building upon them to explore secondary elents. This book provided a comprehensive guide to deepen the connection with the elents and harness their full potential. It was a real eye-opener and gave a lot to think about and work on.
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It also thrilled to discover that, despite the usual flowery and complicated language like all the other magic books I’ve read, I had less trouble reading and progressing through the book. I still had to re-read each page a couple of tis to understand it, and had to untangle complicated sentences that were five lines long, but it was easier. Before, I had to re-read each paragraph five tis. After thinking about it, I concluded that this was the effect of my intelligence attribute. It turned out it had an effect beyond increasing my Storage without a headache.
In the past, I had already noticed that after raising this stat; I learned magic script symbols much more easily and in greater numbers. But I didn’t think about what that ant beyond that. Now that I stopped to think about it, it was so obvious I had to facepalm. When I wrote all my mories of my journey from the mont I discovered the Gate, I recalled exact details of events that happened eight years ago, as if they had occurred the day before. That wouldn’t make sense for an ordinary person. Of course, my intelligence influenced and made it possible.
And now, this ease of learning only made it clearer. I was thrilled. It turned out that stats weren’t just for show but had a concrete effect in the real world.
After two more weeks of steadily dropping temperatures, Al finally felt satisfied with the thickness of the ice on the lake. He asked to ask my “friend” to blow all the snow off the lake to expose the ice. She cooperated easily, and within a few minutes, we had an ice arena.
We put on ice skates, and Mahya and Al started skating on the lake. Al looked like a professional figure skater, and Mahya caught on within minutes, even adding jumps. Unlike normal skaters, her jumps were a good few ters high.
At first, I was hesitant to get on the ice. Twice before, I had gone ice skating, and on both occasions, my wife had held my hands so I could move forward, teasing for being so bad. I didn’t want Mahya and Al to laugh at either, but it turns out I worried for nothing. Within a minute or two, I found my balance and started moving forward on the ice. After another minute, I could skate fast, take turns, and even skate backward.
I started skating fast and laughing out loud. It was such a liberating and amazing feeling. I threw my hands to the sides and spun around on the ice, laughing and enjoying every mont. It was amazing.
Rue, ever curious and full of energy, watched us with wide, eager eyes as we glided across the ice. His tail wagged furiously, and he barked excitedly, clearly wanting to join in on the fun.
“Do you want to try skating, Rue?” I called out, amused by his enthusiasm.
“Rue try skate!” he communicated, trotting onto the ice.
His paws skittered across the slick surface like he was trying to run in five directions at once, each one heading on its own chaotic mission. He glanced over at us, eyes wide, trying to imitate our careful steps, but his legs shot out sideways with a mind of their own. At one point, he looked like a marionette in the hands of a hyperactive toddler—paws flailing in all directions while his body teetered dangerously close to the ground. But the determination in his expression never wavered, as if he believed that sohow, sheer willpower would magically turn him into a graceful skater. Spoiler: it didn’t.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him struggling so adorably. “Hold on, buddy. Let’s get you so proper gear,” I said, hugging him around his body and pushing him off the ice.
Al gave 2 pairs of small skates, and I carefully strapped them onto Rue’s paws. He wobbled as he stood up, looking down at his newly adorned feet with a mix of confusion and excitent.
“Rue ready,” he said, his voice filled with determination.
“Alright, buddy. Let’s give this another go,” I encouraged him, gently pushing him back on the ice.
Rue took a hesitant step, the skates on his paws giving him an air of awkward confidence. His legs wobbled like jelly, and though he found a montary bit of balance, it was short-lived. With four legs to keep track of, coordination seed like a distant dream. His back legs suddenly shot out in opposite directions, as if they had agreed to betray him. In an instant, his whole body followed, leaving him sprawled out in a dramatic, starfish-like pose on the ice. Through our bond, I got a feeling from him that was one part confusion, two parts betrayal, and a sprinkle of indignation. If dogs could mutter under their breath, Rue would’ve had a few choice words for those skates.
“Legs bad. Rue fall,” he sounded betrayed.
I crouched down beside him, grabbing hold of his collar to steady him. “Alright, buddy, let’s take it slow,” I said, trying not to laugh as his paws slid out again in every direction. With my hands on his back and a gentle push, we started with baby steps—or, in his case, baby slides. Every few seconds, I’d have to grab him before he did another split or face-planted into the ice. “Co on, Rue, just follow . Four legs can’t be that much harder than two, right?”
At first, it was like trying to teach a horse to dance in high heels. He’d take a step, only for one of his paws to zip out from under him, nearly pulling down with him. But slowly, with a bit of guidance and a lot of persistence, Rue got the hang of it. His legs stopped betraying him at every turn, and he skated—well, more like glided—across the ice.
His movents grew more coordinated and controlled, though his body was still a little stiff, as if he was focusing on every step like it was the most important thing in the world. His tongue lolled out of his mouth in that goofy, doggy grin, and his eyes sparkled with the kind of pure joy that only dogs and kids on sugar highs seem to achieve.
“Rue skate! Rue good!” he barked proudly, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, buddy, you’re a natural.”
He let out a telepathic cheer, his tail wagging like a blur.
“That’s it, Rue! You did it!” I laughed, joining him in a celebratory spin on the ice.
“Rue skate master!”
Together, we skated around the frozen lake, enjoying the liberating feeling of gliding on the ice.
After two days, Al decided it was ti for us to learn to play hockey. He showed up with a bag of sticks and a puck, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
“We are going to have so fun today,” Al announced, tossing a stick. “Teams: Mahya and I against John and Rue.”
Rue’s tail wagged excitedly. “Rue ready! Rue play hockey!”
I could not help but smile at his enthusiasm. We took our positions on the ice, and the ga began. Al quickly took control of the puck, gliding gracefully across the ice, his movents fluid and precise. Mahya, true to her nature, added her own flair of jumping ters in the air and running on vertical surfaces, using the trees to navigate at impossible angles.
“Hey! That’s not fair!” I shouted, watching in disbelief as Mahya zood past , easily avoiding my attempts to block her.
“All’s fair in hockey!” Mahya teased, her laughter echoing through the air as she executed a perfect jump, landing gracefully and continuing her advance.
Rue, undeterred by Mahya’s acrobatics, took a different approach. “Rue use stick!” he sent, activating his telekinesis. The stick floated in front of him, moving with surprising agility as he guided it with his mind. He intercepted the puck from Al and sent it flying towards .
I caught the puck with my stick and tried to move it forward, but Al snatched it out of the air with telekinesis. “Nice try, John, but you will need more than that to get past .”
Because Mahya and Al were determined to use every strategy they had, I evened out the competition. “Alright, Rue, it is ti to fly.”
Together, we zood above the ice, making it nearly impossible for Al and Mahya to keep up. Rue used his telekinesis to control the stick and the puck, while I provided aerial support, blocking any attempts by Al to regain control.
Not to be outdone, Mahya launched herself off a tree, soaring over our heads before landing gracefully on the ice. She intercepted a pass from Rue, defying gravity with a stunning mid-air twist. But with both of us flying, we outmaneuvered her, reclaiming the puck.
Al, noticing our aerial advantage, decided to cheat more. His stick moved with a life of its own, guided by his telekinesis. He blocked our shots and made swift passes to Mahya, who used the trees to gain impossible angles, launching herself back onto the ice with breathtaking precision.
The ga turned into a chaotic dance of abilities, with Al and Mahya using their unique skills to challenge us at every turn. Our flight proved to be a formidable weapon, allowing us to keep the puck in constant motion and evade our opponents. We passed the puck back and forth, flying and weaving through the air, making it almost impossible for Al and Mahya to predict our next move.
Despite their best efforts, Al and Mahya could not keep up with our combined cheating tactics. Rue and I scored goal after goal, the exhilaration of the ga and the thrill of our abilities rging into an unforgettable experience.
“Alright, alright, you win!” Al finally conceded, laughing as he leaned on his stick, out of breath. “The cheating was quite extre, but I must confess, it was enjoyable.”
Mahya landed gracefully beside him, shaking her head with a smile. “You’re impossible to keep up with when you’re flying.”
Rue landed beside , his tail wagging furiously. “Rue wins! Rue and John win!”
I patted him on the back, grinning from ear to ear. “We sure did, buddy. We sure did.”
We continued to play “cheat hockey” every day or two, and Al and Mahya developed tactics to block us. After a couple of gas, our ability in the ga beca quite balanced. Losing wasn’t as fun as winning, but it definitely made the ga more challenging and really improved my flying skills. I learned how to make sharp turns and pull off aerial acrobatics. Honestly, I don’t think I would’ve gained that level of control in any other situation.
I continued to check the situation in the gorge and collect crystals every few days. After about two months, I discovered the dungeon had finished regenerating. We did another dungeon run, which was no more interesting than the first, but we collected a lot of silver ore. During this run, I rembered sothing and asked Rue, “I rember in the catacombs of Paris you had a problem and just wanted to get out of there. But now, I see that it doesn’t bother you. What changed?”
“Rue is now smart!” he replied with a quick wag of his tail.
On the second dungeon run, we were taking a break after three days of mining on the second floor, when an idea started forming in my head. I left the others and headed over to the spell room. Dumping the ores onto the floor with a clatter, I eyed the pile for a second. “Alright, house,” I said, “absorb everything, but give back the silver.”
The ore disappeared into the floor and a minute later, silver bars started popping out. Soon enough, the house lined up forty-one shiny silver bars, each with a clean 925 stamp right in the center.
I showed it to Mahya and asked, “Why do I have a stamp in the middle of the bar?”
She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and said, “Because you’re the Dungeon Master.”
The answer wasn’t very informative, but I understood what she ant. I also realized that she would never stop calling clueless. Oh well, that was my lot in life.
At least she and Al thought it was a smart idea and did the sa.
After we finished the run, we decided not to take the core yet, but to do one more run before the winter was over and then take it. To be safe, we exited the dungeon while invisible, but this ti, there were no surprises outside.
Between the hockey gas, collecting crystals in the gorge, ice skating for fun, and reading books by the fireplace, I occasionally continued to practice and progress, but without investing too much ti. I really internalized what Lis had tried to convey to : I had all the ti in the world, and there was no need to rush.
I filled my stone balls with mana and began the exercise the dragon recomnded to Lis. Initially, the first stone was quite tough and needed constant attention, but once I “figured it out,” it beca easier. The secret was to find your flow and execute it in a semi-automatic manner as if it were muscle mory—only mana mory. The second stone was much easier. By the ti we were ready for our last dungeon run, I was up to three stones that I could spin around my head all day without a problem and without them breaking things—though that did happen once or twice, but nothing important.
The snow turned to rain, and the temperatures rose more each day. Although the trees were still mostly bare, I noticed the beginnings of vegetation here and there. Spring was coming, and it was ti for us to leave the valley. While it was difficult to determine an exact duration without a calendar or too much attention to the matter, I estimated we had been in the valley for about half an Earth year.
We returned to the gorge one last ti and did one final dungeon run. Before taking the core, Al went outside to ensure there weren’t three crocodiles with a toothache waiting for us. Everything was clear, and we collapsed the dungeon. Overall, it was worthwhile and interesting. The only annoying part was that in the first run, we got substantial rewards, but in the other two runs, we twice received silver pendants that offered a minor boost to our magical resistance and slightly enhanced our mana regeneration.
Silver Pendant of Resilience
This finely crafted silver pendant provides subtle yet valuable enhancents to the wearer’s abilities. It offers a minor boost to magical resistance, helping to deflect harmful spells, and slightly enhances mana regeneration, allowing for quicker recovery during extended magical use.
Mahya and Rue used one pair of pendants because they needed the mana regeneration, and decided to sell the other pair. Al and I just added our pendants to the “for sale” pile.
After another week in the valley without a single crocodile showing up with a toothache—yes, I double-checked—we were finally ready to head out. We decided to use a balloon to reach Al’s swamp, but before we took off, I figured we needed a proper send-off. So, I put together a huge dinner, loaded with winter dishes to mark the end of the season and gear us up for the next leg of the journey.
Steaming plates of roast venison, spiced root vegetable stew, and thick slices of herb-crusted bread covered the table. There were bowls of creamy mashed potatoes swimming in rich gravy, along with roasted winter squash drizzled in honey. I even threw in a platter of crispy fried fish, caught from the lake, and a spiced apple tart to finish things off. It was a feast that was as much about celebrating as it was about fueling up for whatever craziness lay ahead.
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