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Chuck decided to open his status page.
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{Name = Chuck}
{Class = Murderer: ? EXP from monsters 15x EXP from humans. If someone tries to harm the murderer, the murderer will be prompted with a quest to kill the attacker.
Hunger for murder.}
{Blood Earing (Sealed: 11 kills required to unseal)}
{Rarity: Relic (hidden)}
{1st Effect: Sealed}
{2nd Effect: Sealed}
{3rd Effect: Sealed}
{+1 all stats every 2nd human killed - [Humans killed = 6] current modifier = +3 all stats}
{Level 14, EXP 178/265} +2 unassigned stat points upon level up
{Unassigned stat points = 18}
{SP = 10}
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{Health = 130/130}
{Mana = 80/80}
{Stamina = 100/100}
{Strength = 23}
{Speed = 27}
{Intelligence = 10} 10 mana per INT point
{Dexterity = 12} 10 Stamina per DEX point
{Endurance = 15} 10 Health per END point
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{Skills}
{Unwavering Will: Murderer will not bat an eye at death, and has some mental resistance.}
{Weapon Bag: Murderer can at will store, and retrieve items from his Weapon Bag.}
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‘Weapon bag seems like a storage skill, that will definitely come in handy.’ Chuck thought as he tried putting his gold knuckles in the weapon bag.
The gold knuckles instantly disappeared, they were just there and now they weren't.
There was no sound que or delay, they just disappeared.
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{Murderer Used Weapon Bag}
{Weapon Bag Storage - {Gold Knuckles +5 STR (Strength)}
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Chuck decided to try and take the gold knuckles out.
They seamlessly appeared on his right hand the second he tried to take them out.
Chuck was dumbfounded. Usually there was some sign that someone was taking something out of a storage space, but with this if the opponents view was obscured, they wouldn't even be able to notice him taking a weapon out.
Chuck decided he would go home as it was getting late it was probably around 11pm in the outside world.
Chuck made it safely home and lied down on his bed after turning the tv on.
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*1 am. Chuck is asleep. And the tv is still on*
“Welcome to the 1 AM Awakened News, Lumin City.”
Said a handsome blonde-haired man on the tv, who was wearing a Blue Tux, with a white undershirt and a red striped tie.
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“I am your host William Ermintroud, here with my guest Bella Woods.” He said as the camera panned to a beautiful, woman with thick wavy brown hair that extended down to her armpit, Bella had hazel eyes and a serious look on her face.
“I am here for one reason and one reason only. Yesterday afternoon a Young man, and old man were found brutally mutilated in an alley way, right next to the district-3 Awakened Association building, of Lumis city. We have reason to believe that the perpetrator is an experienced killer who takes pleasure in brutality.
If you spotted anyone suspicious, Wearing any of the following items please reach out to me at this number (xxx)-xxx-xxxx; a black and white tracksuit, a singular Gold Knuckle Artifact weapon, and a gold chain. Thankyou” She said with a serious face as she walked away.
“Well, thank you for the information Ms. Woods, now back to our normal programs…….”
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*Somewhere in the Slums of District-4*
*On a couch in the rundown basement of an apartment complex*
There was the fat fairy looking man, looking at the tv in absolute shock. “I thought he would be easy prey?!”
A large well-built man, with a fully blacked out biker helmet was standing behind the couch with his hand on the fat man's skull.
“Please NOo! nO N-” but before he could say anymore the biker helmet man crushed his head like a tomato with his right hand.
“Towel," he demanded to a weak looking child whose ribs could be seen above his sunken stomach. The child had a large collar on his neck made of metal, it looked too heavy for the poor 5ft tall child whose body weight was probably only double the weight of the collar.
The child grabbed the towel, and shakily handed it to the bike helmet man. The man slowly wiped the brain matter and blood off his hands and threw the towel at the child, covering the child's face in blood and chunks of brain.
The biker man then left and fled the scene on a motorcycle heading towards district-3.
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*Of course Chuck was oblivious to all of this*
*Chucks apartment, 7 am*
Chuck took a shower, and decided it was best to just put his clothes in the {Weapon Bag} as he had no means to incinerate it, and after his little witness escaped he realized he needed to get rid of all the evidence he could even if it felt insignificant, that way even if he was brought in they wouldn't have any evidence against him.
After safely hiding away the last of the evidence he decided it was time to assign his stat points.
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{Name = Chuck}
{Class = Murderer: ? EXP from monsters 15x EXP from humans. If someone tries to harm the murderer, the murderer will be prompted with a quest to kill the attacker.
Hunger for murder.}
{Blood Earing (Sealed: 11 kills required to unseal)}
{Rarity: Relic (hidden)}
{1st Effect: Sealed}
{2nd Effect: Sealed}
{3rd Effect: Sealed}
{+1 all stats every 2nd human killed - [Humans killed = 6] current modifier = +3 all stats}
{Level 14, EXP 178/265} +2 unassigned stat points upon level up
{Unassigned stat points = 18}
{SP = 10}
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{Health = 130/130}
{Mana = 80/80}
{Stamina = 100/100}
{Strength = 23}
{Speed = 27}
{Intelligence = 10} 10 mana per INT point
{Dexterity = 12} 10 Stamina per DEX point
{Endurance = 15} 10 Health per END point
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{Skills}
{Unwavering Will: Murderer will not bat an eye at death, and has some mental resistance.}
{Weapon Bag: Murderer can at will store, and retrieve items from his Weapon Bag.}
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Chuck took a moment to think then decided on what to spend his stats on.
He put 15 stat points into endurance bringing his endurance up to 30, and put the remaining 3 in speed to also bring it up to an even 30.
His reasoning behind this was a simple one, Survivability: if he was faster than his opponent, he could dodge them easier and easily chase down his fleeing opponents. With doubling his endurance it would prolong the time he could battle for, and for a situation where it's 1v1 and he can't kill anyone to heal it would help greatly.
Not to mention intelligence and Dexterity would just be a waste, as he had no active skills that would consume Mana, and or Stamina.
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Chuck decided it was time to put his formerly mentioned porter plan in action, as Chuck now knew with healing on every kill he could easily take down a full team even if they were over leveled.
The plan consists of going to a dungeon a rank or two below his true rank, and joining a team as a porter until they get into the boss portal, Chuck would then proceed to start killing them off when a chance inevitably appeared when they were distracted by the boss.
Chuck put on his cargo shorts, blue t-shirt, and grabbed a big camping backpack.
He opened the door and locked it behind him, then made his way to the {Highland Plains} portal.
He passed the military checkpoint, and entered the portal.
When he entered it was noon in the portal, so he was blinded by the sun for a second as it was right above him.
When he could see again he went towards the Quest Center. And started looking for parties that seemed relatively low level, he spotted a couple but one stood out to him the most.
It was a clearly inexperienced party lead by what looked like the young master of a wealthy family, Chuck could tell he was inexperienced because his party consisted of 3 dps and no healer or mage. Their armor was also the type that clearly looked better than it actually was. He could tell all of them came into the portal together because they were all wearing the same armor.
A glistening white platemail armor, with a golden crest of a phoenix on the chest piece.
All of their weapons were, white steel long swords. White steel is a material that is not purely made from a dungeon material, but is still quite valuable and sturdy. Yet they had no helmets, and they seemed like the type to trust in their armor too much.
Chuck slowly walked awkwardly over to them trying to project the message that he was weak.
He went over and didn't look them in the eyes while saying something to them.
“U-hu-h do yo-ou guys need a porterr?” Chuck said in the most shaky voice he could muster.
‘Fuck this is embarrasing , im cringing at my self’ Chuck thought screaming on the inside.
A man with blonde hair and blue eyes, who seemed to be the leader, stopped talking to his 2 teammates and said in an annoyed tone “Fine but we decide on the split, and only after we aredone”.
Chuck faked an excited expression and nodded his head.
“We should take the boss quest, you guys must be strong right?” Chuck said subtly taking a jab at their pride.
One of his teammates who had brown hair and average looks, looked at the leader and said “your father said we need to be careful, not reckless Damian.”
“That old man needs to mind his own business. We are more than strong enough, I mean 3 monkeys could beat the boss with the armor we have.”
Chuck tried to hold back a smile…
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