Code Collector

[ A Collector's Start 2 ]

Reward: 100 EXP, ???

Place 3 items in your Inventory that may be crafted into an item that will hide your identity.

Allen tilted his head to the side aftee reading the quest details. The instructions were vague yet specific, and there was another one of those '???'. This could mean another feature just like the Inventory, or this could also mean another thing.

He was excited about this quest. This could give him something great in the future, something he can use in the long run. The Inventory feature alone was something that he was grateful for.

This was a tool that he will use until he gets stronger and has enough power to come back to Earth. It uses spatial magic that was unknown even in the Otherworlds. No Code gave one the ability to store items in their interface.

That is, if you don't count the other Primordial Beast Bearers. Allen was starting to think that there are more to the Primordial Beast Codes than the overpowered effects. The Code itself will help its bearer to become stronger, just like what the Snake's Blessing was doing to him.

"Those power hoggers," Allen grunted as he realized how many benefits a Primordial Beast Code had. The instant alteration of his body, the Inventory, and the quests, all of these were not found in other beasts. Allen had read and watched enough for him to know that it doesn't work that way. "They kept all these things to themselves!"

Allen went back to his camp while dragging the corpses of the frogs. The beasts had thick calloused skin that he may be able to sell in the market. All he need to do was to bake them up in the sun and let it dry.

While walking, his mind wandered to his new quest. He needed three items that he could use to craft something. And this item must conceal his identity, which was something that's alarming.

Why would the quest wants him to hide his identity?

When he arrived at the camp, he thought of the quest in his head. He was thinking of crafting a mask but it was too tricky and he wasn't sure if it needed three items.

He was glad that the fire was still alive when he got back. He needed the warmth to let him think, and all he needed to do was place another round of wood so he could enjoy the heat. He sat on a rock and placed his finger on his chin as he let the warmth of his fire envelop him.

"Something to craft to conceal…" Allen trailed off. After a while of thinking, he came to realize that he could craft a cloak using fleece from a sheep, a twine from a vine, and a spider web as his thread.

He could use something like a cow hide, but it wouldn't be as optimal as the wool. Allen knew how to thread wool since he had done it before from scratch. He knew how comfortable it was so he was confident in his decision.

The boy nodded to himself and clenched his fist in determination. "Tomorrow, I'll hunt for the materials."

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Allen slept peacefully in his small camp. He slept on a rock, but the warmth of the fire and the coldness of the lake breeze soothed him.

He was planning to built a shelter in case it rains and his fire would die out, but was another plan in mind. For now he needed to finish his quest first.

He collected twigs and spit roasted the frogs there. He then made the twigs stand on the ground and let it bask in the sun. If this works, he's going to get at least two days worth of food for the cost of the frogs.

Unlike frogs from the Earth, the frogs from the Otherworlds had hide that could be used as parts of armor. Some preferred them because of their cheap price compared to rabbit hide or cow hide.

After sun baking the frogs, Allen sat down and planned for his quest. For the fleece, he had to venture out of the forest so he could come to the field where the flock of sheep were. As he could remember, the grassy fields were up North where the camp was at.

He journeyed up north, cutting smaller trees with his hammer as a trail. If he gets lost when going after the fields, at least he can come back to his camp.

A few hours of walk and Allen finally saw the edge of the forest. He ran faster and went out, feeling the gentle breeze that passed through the plain grassy fields.

It was a wide expanse of grass and flowers that became a home for beasts like sheep, cows, and horses. It was a good thing that the beasts in the Otherworlds had their habitats like their counterparts on Earth.

With his hammer, Allen sneaked up to where the sheep were. He saw a group of them eating grass, blindly unaware that it will be their last meal.

'Enhanced Instincts Level 2 activated.'

Unlike before, the twitching in the parts of Allen's body became natural. He let his body move and swerve through the grass as his hammer slammed on the oblivious beasts' heads one by one.

'Chaste Sheep killed. +10 EXP'

'Chaste Sheep killed. +10 EXP'

Allen let the other sheep go. He only need two so he could craft himself a cloak. If he killed all of them, it would all be useless since he can't possibly make use of their materials.

He also wasn't too worried about not getting a Code from the sheep. They would only give him something like fur growing abilities that he might not sell in Earth.

After tasting the tip of how much powerful higher grade Codes were, Allen found himself having a higher bar when it comes to his standards.

The next thing he needed was a spider web, but not just any spider web. He needed the web from a large spider, so they could give him a sturdier thread.

His body froze aftear hearing a familiar trumpet. He looked from afar and saw the camp there, the large tower blowing the trumpet that signaled the start of lunch.

This was another function of the camp. Since weaker Hunters wouldn't dare go further away from camp, the trumpet could signal them for breakfast, lunch, and even dinner.

Allen looked at the fortress and the tall tower where a flag waved on top of it. That place was a hell for him but he stomached it all just to survive. He had to make sure that when he returns, everyone will give him the respect that he deserves.

As he walked back into his own little camp, he realized that he must be too far that the sound couldn't reach him. He was running earlier and it took him three hours to get out, with the pace of his walk, the time will double.

Allen shook his head and sprinted back into his camp. He will have to wait until dark so he could hunt the spiders but he can skin the sheep in the meantime. The sooner he'll finish this new quest, the better for him.