9 Chapter 9 (1/2)
A minute passed in time.
”Wait... Why am i not tired or sleepy any longer?” Clark wondered from out of the blue. He remembered his extreme drowsiness earlier and realized quickly what happened.
”Could it be that...” Clark mused and went to a nearby mirror for confirmation.
”Ohhh my g...!” he could not believe his eyes at all. What stood before him now was a middle aged man that had quite the inherent capital for pride and awe.
Gone was the wrinkled old balls but was replaced by a much younger version of himself.
Even at this advanced age of 50 or so, Lu Chen, the person who had already died, indeed possessed a matchless appearance for a man.
Brows that depicted the sharpest of swords, prominent nose, enticing lips, and eyes that seemed too deep and mysterious, these were all gifts that was presented once more in Lu Chen's younger side.
It was even more attractive than Clark's own amazing physical quality in the past. Mature and had a very commanding presence, this was how Clark appeared in the present.
”What more when i continue to level up and returned to Lu Chen's youth?”
”FUCK ME!” Clark was crazy about this close possibility.
He knew from Lu Chen's memory alone that there were numerous fairies and goddesses in this world that embodied unparalleled beauty amongst the rest.
These were of course the female cultivators that has also dreamed of fighting against the will of heavens and its laws.
And after Clark had tasted the divine bliss of having a woman around, it was of course an added bonus to have such a pretty face to roam around.
His next goal to be a ladies' man would come true in this lifetime!
”Well, at least i have a more handsome face to show around.” Clark nodded as he realized that men in this world have godly appearances also.
If his face before were to be compared to the boys who had already taken the first steps at cultivation then it was not far at all for the two to appear like mud and a sparkling gem.
His original face may have been the source of fancy from numerous college girls in campus but in this world, where gods and demons walked the earth and the heavens,
he could only be considered to have a slave's natural countenance.
This was how drastically different the two worlds were!
”Perhaps the magical essence that these cultivators use is also one of the culprits behind this epic contrast in beauty standards.”
he thought in silence while comparing Earth against this Cultivation World right now. Clark also discovered another happy change in the next few seconds.
”Other than my face, i also feel much stronger than the past!” Clark clenched his fist and it felt like he could break a rock to dust with the strength that he had in the present.
”Am i a full fledged cultivator right now?” Clark rubbed his long beard while anticipating the next few levels he would get until dawn.
Six minutes into the wait.
”Congratulations, host. You gave gained a new level. Please visit the system menu for further details.” Nancy announced with her usual lovely voice.
”It took longer than i expected.” Clark muttered. This was of course natural because his summons also need to hunt prey.
They got to search and run after their targets and could not easily just teleport upon the heads of some hapless animal on their night beds like the poor ants that had experienced the recent culling of the Blood Twin.
If only it were that easy then Clark's level would have soared at an outstanding pace indeed.
”Open status.” Clark was thrilled to see his character sheet.
”BOINK!”
Host: Clark Colter
Power: 10
Experience: 0/400
Health: 150/150
Health Regen: 1/s
Mana: 150/150
Mana Regen: 1/s
Level: 2
Class: Necromancer
System Shop
Shop Points: None
Class Skills
Skill Points: 1
”What to do about this new skill point?” Clark paused for a while.
”I could trade this for the defensive skill Bone Plate but that would achieve nothing in return.
Since i don't have to enter into battle anytime soon, i should spend this with another upgrade of my White Wolf.” he decided in the end and did exactly as he planned.
White Wolf (Level 2)
Power: 7 pts
Special Ability: can call the ghosts of its pack to fight alongside it. (+2 Shadow White Wolf, can be upgraded)
Mana Cost: 60
Since he was now at level 2, it was high time to take risk for greater gains.
”But before that i need to check for something.” Clark hummed in understanding.
”Nancy...” he called.
”I'm here, host.”
”What if my summons are killed in battle, is there a cooldown time for me to be able to use them again?” Clark asked.
This was a pretty vital information to have and although he could experiment with it but that would only make him lose precious resources. And in this case, it was his mana that would be sacrificed.
Clark was not an ignorant fool to take that chance at all.
”Negative, host. As long as you have available mana, you can summon your creatures at will.” Nancy's pleasant voice along her positive answer made Clark grin like a dunce.
He looked at his face in the mirror and realized that he was still the middle aged man from before and has not continued to grow younger. Still, this has not disheartened the fanatic gamer at all.
”Perhaps i still need more levels. Hmmm... Yes, maybe that's it!” Clark's spirits rose and went on to command his faithful minions.
There were now 4 blinking green dots in the map and these able soldiers went on a killing spree at their designated locations.
Blood Twin has killed a forest rat... host has gained 1 xp!
White Wolf has killed a lizard... host has gained 1 xp!
...
the various notifications hasn't stopped at all as the group of reapers stayed obediently on their hunting ground. Clark searched for the number 2 amidst an ocean of them symbols on the map.
After he saw the first 2 on the screen which denoted the level of enemy to be had, Clark then issued another command.
”Guys, farm in this place.” Clark called for both his Blood Twin and trio of White Wolves.
Blood Twin has killed a mutated frog... host has gained 2 xp!
White Wolf has killed a mutated frog... host has gained 2 xp!
White Wolf has killed a mutated frog... host has gained 2 xp!
White Wolf has killed a mutated frog... host has gained 2 xp!
and the rest of the party continued to play on Clark's ears.
”Two experience only? Not good enough!” Clark was dissatisfied with this and wanted to remedy it immediately.
It would be much too wasteful to not use his newly upgraded White Wolves this time around.
”I need a monster that's graded at least level 3.”
Clark scanned the world map once again and searched for a good farming ground for his summoned party.
”Aldabran Werewolves?” Clark read the name of the first enemy he saw that fit his requirements.
”Aren't werewolves human also?” he queried.
Of course he could just send his army of undead down the lanes of no return but that would be too cruel and would set a precedent that he could never come back from.
Though he was addicted to games and would surely give no second thoughts to slaughtering evil pieces of shit and human residues in whatever fantastical world the game setting was,
but that did not entirely mean that he was willing to do the same inside this cultivation world.
”Not after i experienced the life of Lu Chen and... perhaps lived it also as mine.”
Clark determined that this world was real and all his actions inside here would have various consequences,
unlike the list of games he had already conquered in the past while he was still living on Earth.
”Can you give me better description or history about these creatures called Aldabran Werewolves, Nancy?”
”Of course, host.” a sweet voice echoed in the ears of Clark and then came strings of letters that floated clearly before his eyes.
Aldabran Werewolves - this kind of wolf and man mixture worships the moon as its goddess. Every first day of each month, these breed sacrifices a virgin (man, woman or child) to their deity, Lunaria.
Fond of abducting mortals particularly for this purpose alone. After which, they would feed upon the flesh of their v...” and it was here that Clark stopped his disturbing read.
”It seems that the red dots on the map are really all monsters in one way or the other.” he concluded. Still, he needed to be sure to evade whatever guilt he may have from slaughtering the innocents.
”Nancy... mark only those monsters that had done atrocious amounts of evil deeds in the map.”
”Affirmative, host.”
”Good. Thank you, Nancy.” Without anymore cause for hesitation, Clark called upon his select set of monsters once more.
”Go to this place, Blood Twin, White Wolf.” Clark pointed at a pre conceived location in the map and watched carefully at how his summons will deal with a pack of werewolves.
* * *
It was a solemn night. The moon in this part of the world was high and truthfully did its duty to shed light unto the cold and seemingly lifeless eve.
Alas, beneath the curtains of this silent veil hid an entirely different world. This was of course the domains of those who were born nightstalkers especially in this type of environment.
Some 6 swift shadows glided over rocks and their villainous terrains in eager search of fresh prey. These creatures had huge figures that seemed to embody both the primal gifts of man and beast.
They had an intellect that knew and evaded the dangers of the precarious wild and were also gifted with pure physical strength that lifted them up on the food chain in these shambled lands.