Chapter 46: Ch 46: Analysing [1]
[Name: Adrian ??
Race: Human
Age: 17
Level: 22
Status: Cursed(Active)
Titles: The Key to the Trials, ??, ?? , Disciple of ??
Skills:Double Penetration,Mana Manipulation, Water Breathing, Fire Breathing, Terra Breathing, Ether Breathing, Wind Breathing.
Missions: (expand) ]
As his eyes focused on 'expand', the missions tab popped up into more details.
[Missions: (Fold)
Side Quest---> Eliminate 100 players(17/100)
Reduce a total of 300 levels
(18/300)
Time-Limited Quest---> Expose the corruption at Woodrock City (1 day 9 hours)
Side Quest---> Kill Cassius Valtoria (1 month 25 days) ]
In the last few days, Adrian hadn't been idle. Finding out the players in the city proved to be a tougher job than he had imagined.
After staying for a week in this place, the players seemed to have adapted to the culture and the local dresses of the city. Even the cuisines.
This made it hard to spot them out in the large crowd.
From his experience in Trios, Adrian knew that the players mostly disappeared by the time night settled in. Thus alternating between his duty as a guard and eliminating the players wasn't something easily done.
He also noticed something peculiar. The moment he killed someone, they would register as a kill for him. But when he tried killing the same player twice, he got points for the "reduce 300 level part" but the number of players killed didn't increase.
For every one virtual death, there was a decrement of one level. But the energy signature of every player was unique and thus, the system recognised that he had already killed the player before that.
Hence, one of the stat showed 17 and the other 18.
And if Evelyn's words were anything to go by, the Crime System had been counting the virtual deaths of the players rather than following the unique energy signature.
"Evelyn, what is my Crime Value?"
[Umm...226?]
"So I killed the players 208 times in Trios, that's something." Adrian regretted that his levels were still sealed back during the battles.
How many levels would he have risen had he gained the experience from all those 208 kills at Trios? It would have been quite a lot!
"Such a waste..." He sighed in defeat.
His steps carried him to the Escort Guild. He stopped outside the entrance as he deliberately slumped on one of the two benches outside it.
He wasn't Leo. At that moment, he was him. Adrian.
He waited there at the bench as he watched people entering the hall inside, some with escort requests and others the employees.
Honestly these employees were no different than the adventurers that roamed the lands and oceans in search of treasures...and possibly something unique. Though the definition of "unique" would roll out differently from different tongues.
Soon two figures emerged from the door. Ren was clutching a paper lightly, his focus nowhere as he contemplated something internally. Beside him was his little sister, Rachel who was eagerly describing something with animated hand gestures, with that bubbly smile playing on her face-- the one Adrian saw before.
Ren nodded at times to her story, as if trying to convey his attention on her topic.
Though Adrian felt smiling despite smiling, seeing as to how Ren was completely distracted and not at all hearing a single word.
Rachel's eyes fell on him first.
For a moment the smile paused. It didn't vanish but rather it halted.
A calculating glint flashed in her eyes but passed just as quickly as she made a surprised face.
"Brother, look there. Adrian is here." She exclaimed in apparent surprised, his visit taking him by surprise.
Ren snapped out of his thoughts as he followed his sister's hand and found him sitting casually on the bench.
His black hairs were an organised mess, the sharp eyes following the siblings with a calm face, waiting for their reactions.
Rem walked over to him and extended his hand for a greeting. "That's a pleasant surprise, Adrian. What brings you over here?"
"Well I was waiting for you two. I have some news you could say...no, let's say it's more of an advice." Adrian stood up and let them digest his words.
Rachel came over to them as she asked, "What's the sudden news? Did you get some map or some sweet quest?"
'Ugh, I don't want to hear that cursed word. It's already making a hell of my life.' Adrian's lips thinned into a flat smile.
But he managed to hold his sudden frustration within him and whispered in a low voice.
"It would be really a nice thing if you two can take out all the saviours out of the town...by midnight. Preferably before that."
Adrian's eyes suddenly became more alert, watching every single twitch in their body. Though the siblings didn't notice that. Adrian continued, "Don't ask me what or why. I just heard it from someone...and let's say they are quite trustworthy."
Adrian silently prayed. Either he would come off as a fool, an idiot yapping something straight out of his daydreaming delusion. Afterall who would believe you if you suddenly say them that something dangerous would claim the entire city and that they should get out of there.
Or, the siblings would take his words seriously.
Because...
Ren's face almost curved into an amused smile, Rachel's shoulders slightly shaking as if holding back the laughter threatening to spill out of their chest.
Because...to them, it wasn't Adrian speaking to them.
But Leonard. The man with 256 Crime Value.
'Not just that.' Adrian thought. He had been observing them.
They were different from the other players.
They talked with the people of Zenim as if they were taking with real humans, unlike the stiff or the
"poking fun" manner by which the players talked to them.
They were aware of their surroundings more than the players. They observe, take in their surroundings as if engraving something of high importance in their mind.
Others didn't do that. They looked like they were only here for fun.
In other words, Adrian firmly believed that these two fell in the same category as Evelyn or Nyx or the cohort of players that were led by Nyx in the Great Canopy.
They...they were aware.
Of the fact that this world was real.
Of the fact that Adrian was Leonard.
And of the fact that his words or...his "advice" was true and it served as an extra piece of information for whatever their plans on this planet were.