The Ancients World

~~~(POV: Cera Adamo)~~~

~~~(Location: Heading towards City Lord's house, The City of Leekes, The Kingdom of Avalon)~~~

~~~(Time: 11:49 AM)~~~

I've been all over Leekes looking for leads that could show me who I need to go to for the next part of the tier-up quest. I don't want to head to The Church of Light yet. That's the last resort. Cause I'll have to reveal my identity to get help, and I don't want to go through that hassle. "That's a pretty big home..." My eyes land on the mansion, and I know this will suck.

The City Lord of Leekes isn't an NPC. It's a Player. The Kingdom of Avalon is a Player country. The only ruling NPCs are the King and Queen and their children. Everyone else are Players. "Hey! Hold it right there!!" I continue walking, thinking that it's got nothing to do with me. But a hand lands on my shoulder, and I'm spun around.

It's a group of heavily geared Players and NPCs that have become Players. They don't have any crests affiliating them with anyone. I'm a little confused by this. "Charlie, does he match the description that was given to us?" The man with his hand on my shoulder turns his attention to his friend, and he pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to the man holding on to me.

People around the street are stopping to see what's happening. It's a group of 8 stopping me, so it's strange. He holds the paper up to the side of my head, and it's a magical sketch of my hooded appearance. "What's your name, kid?" These guys look like bounty hunters, and I shove the guy off me, and he launches into his friends. Knocking them over in the process.

They stand up fast and draw their weapons. "That answers that question. You're under arrest for killing a tax collector for the Dungeon known as The Ancient Dungeon of Isexxs. You have one more chance to come quietly." How about that... Something did come of killing that fat greedy bastard. I place my hand on The Witness and slowly draw it out. 

The shivers going up their spines and body are seen as I draw my weapon. "I'm not getting a good feeling from this guy, John... I think we should pull back... That sword feels fucking evil..." Despite its look, it's a weapon that's not evil. John appears to be the leader of this group, and he's contemplating his comrade's words. Seeing if I'm worth the bounty.

None of this is going to end well for them, and I'm being nice and waiting for them to come to a decision. I could kill them and just be done with it. "I feel it too, Willard. If we fight this guy, we'll die. Let's retreat, and update his information with the Bounty Hunters Guild." Seems that I'm a wanted man, but out of nowhere, I'm scanned by one of them. And his face drops.

He sees my name, Slayer Zern. I'm infamous these days. Since the revealment of my identity as The Son of Arch-Angel Michael, things have been a little tough. "Why are you making that face? Is he someone famous?" They all start to Scan me, and they see who I am. The serious looks on their faces aren't something I've encountered yet with Players. 

<br/>Soon, everyone around me starts to Scan me, and the reactions are similar to what I've seen so far. "Now you've gone and blown my cover... That really pisses me off... Here I was trying to move about without getting noticed, but people stick their noses where it doesn't belong." My voice gives off the perfect tone and vibe for how mad I actually am.

Since the cat is out of the bag, I toggle my wings on, and they spread out. In golden glory, and making my current enemies feel small standing in front of me. "Hey... If we knew who you were, we wouldn't have caused any trouble. If you let us go, we'll make sure you're taken off the Bounty Hunter Guilds target list." Bargaining in this situation leads to the same place.

I get into a fighting stance, and most people take this opportunity to leave, and the strong Players and NPCs turned Players stay and watch what's about to happen. "Don't worry. You'll all respawn. I don't really care about my bounty or not. And anyone who comes after me will meet the same fate you lot will." As I finish talking, I dash forward while spinning.

Using my wings as a blade in all directions. I'm far too fast for the closest two, and they're instantly cut into pieces by my wings. Blood is already dripping from my body and beautiful wings. I use my sword to cut right through 4 more, and that only leaves the last two. John and Charlie. "You're all far weak than I thought..." I was hoping for more of a challenge. 

This has become a total waste of my time, and many things have gone wrong in the last few minutes. The last two try turning tail and running, but that won't get them far. I move faster than anyone in Leekes can perceive, and I kill the last two. I get 2 EXP towards my Player Level for killing all these guys. That's the difference in our power. My wings go away with a thought.

I clean my sword off in a swift motion, and a bloody circle appears around me. As I'm about to walk away, a rush of footsteps makes its way towards me, and white-golden armored men and women show up. Along with high-ranking officials of the local Church of Lights Branch. They're in ornate robes. They stop in front of me, and all of them kneel.

The fact this is happening again just sends the point home about getting exposed and not wanting that to happen. "Oh, Great Angel!! It's an honor to have you in The City of Leekes!! We're not worthy to even be in your presence!!" The Players around roll their eyes, and some even laugh, which provokes angry and malice-filled glares from the people in front of me.

All the ways out of this situation are not what you'd call Angel-like. A short sigh escapes my lips, and I sheath my sword. I lift my hood, and I activate my Divine Title, and a Notification goes off for all Players and NPCs nearby that I'm in Leekes. Only a certain radius is in effect, but all of Leekes should know by now. "What is it The Church of Light wants this time..." It's clear in my voice...

The exhaustion of having to deal with people treating me like this. Like I'm some God or something. In many people's eyes, I'm an existence like that, but I don't think of myself that way. They lift their heads and stand. The head priest at this location steps forward. Doing his best to look elegant. I toggle my wings on for good measure, and they fold in themselves in an intimidating way.

It's to where they're relaxed, and I can walk around without problems. But I'm also ready for combat at a moment's notice. He clears his throat and takes a moment to stare at my wings as if he's captivated by them. I wave my hand in his face, and he gets a mixed look of shame, embarrassment, and fear. "I'm sorry, Oh Great One!! I shouldn't stare upon such Divinity!!" Ugh... 

Sometimes, I wonder if anyone from the Overworld is watching this and laughing...

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A/N: Below this line, I'll be keeping Cera's player information. That way, I won't have to place it into the story above anymore. It takes about 180 words up.

[Slayer (Zern) Lvl.226][Tier-2]

[Exp: 42/100%]

[Title: The Son of Arch-Angel Michael (Hidden)]

[Stats] [Strength - 7095][Endurance - 7045][Dexterity - 7215][Speed - 8240][Focus - 19,660]

[Mana aura control: 6/100%]

[Health: 76,560,000,000/76,560,000,000] [Mana: 216,600,000,000/216,600,000,000]

[Stat Points: 350] [Armor rating: 500]

[Inventory] [Dice of Wayland (Divine)] [Hardened Tree sap Armor (Very Rare)] [The Witness (Legendary Sword)] [Fenrir's Whistle (Divine)] [Sally's Dresses 5x] [Camping gear] [Food Rations 3x] [Dried meat 3x] [Fishing poles 2x] [Fish 8x] [Festival Garbs 2x] [4x EXP Boosts] [Scroll of Eternity (1x use)]

[Passive Perks]

[Inheritor of the Sword] [Son of Heaven] [Slayer of Evil] [Holy Willow Trees Savior] [Finder of Legends] [The Divine who has Legend] [Destined for Greatness] [Dungeon Diver] [An Overachiever]

[Active Skills]

[Heavens light Lvl.74 325/7400] [Protected by Heaven Lvl.74 225/7400] [Slash Lvl.92 4600/21000] [Parry Lvl.68 80/6800] [Double Strike N/A] [Kingslayer N/A] [Raging Machine N/A] [Winged Glory] [Angelic Flight] [Divine Pressure Exertion] [Divinity Pulse] [Controled Fun]