58 Silvia’s Message
[Silvia: Are you free right now?]
Ren wondered why Silvia suddenly messaged him when he just saw her with Ragnar a while ago.
Did the two just have lunch quickly, retire to their own home, and played the game?
Ren stifled a laugh. Though curious as he was, their circumstances were none of his business.
[Ren: Yes]
[Silvia: Good. Do you want to clear Vulcan’s Cave with us? I’ll pay you for your services as long as we cleared this Cave]
Ren thought for a second. Vulcan’s Cave required ten players with +25 ATPs in STR for melee classes and +25 INT for magic-related classes.
However, that elemental dungeon was big and required mapping. Even Ren wasn’t familiar with the Cave’s layout since it was cleared a long time ago before he was even an information gatherer in a guild.
But he did know about the final Boss. Though he was worried about the many forks they would take and what many traps awaited them inside that Cave before reaching the final Boss. And by that time, he was afraid their HP and MP were already near zero.
[Silvia: I heard it’s also an excellent grinding spot to catapult your ATP into the +30 so you can finally enter towns]
Silvia enticed when Ren didn’t reply.
Ren didn’t have to worry about his ATP reaching +30 since he could already enter towns with his +76 INT.
[Ren: I’ll join given that I’ll get a piece of equipment that applies to me. You can keep the money. But if not, then how about another hundred thousand for clearing it and another fifty if firstblood?]
[Silvia: That much for a low level dungeon?]
[Ren: It’s a big cave that housed a powerful Boss. It required at least a day of mapping and exploring before we reach the final boss]
[Silvia: I did heard about it form others that the cave was huge . . . but a day? That big?]
[Ren: The reason why until now that cave isn’t cleared]
[Silvia: Fair enough. Fine. As long as we get firstblood. I’m putting up a guild you see and I needed the fame and equipment]
Ren ignored Silvia and change the topic.
[Ren: . . . Is there a Healer, and Animist/Hunter in your group?]
[Silvia: Yes. My friend is a healer, and we also have an Animist with us]
[Ren: Does your Healer already unlock the Cure spell?]
It was necessary if they would attempt Vulcan’s Cave. The amount of [Burn] damage inflicted upon them was troublesome, and they needed that [Cure] which nulled all status effect.
Though the rewards at the end . . . a guaranteed [Flame] spell that dealt AoE damage that could be evolved into its final form [Inferno]. A perfect cave for an aspiring Red Mage or Mages for that matter.
[Flame] was the evolve of [Fire] but since Ren couldn’t evolved that spell since he wasn’t a [Fire Mage], he could only acquire [Flame] spell through this method. Though he couldn’t evolve it further to [Inferno].
It was a great spell to replace his [Fire].
[Silvia: Yes. Her Heal is at LV.3, and her Cure is at LV.2]
Not bad . . .
Ren thought about the chic with pink hair tied in twin buns. It must be her, Pamela. Silvia’s right-hand woman who was always with her during guild wars, fights, and raids.
[Ren: How about a Tank?]
Since Leonel wouldn’t be available, he had to ask to make their life easier. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
[Silvia: Is that necessary?]
[Ren: You should never attempt any cave or Boss for that matter without a Tank in your group]
[Silvia: . . . I’ll find one]
On the side, various notifications were popping of firstbloods, but Ren ignored them. It was only natural that others were also getting firstblood in some low-level dungeon, not just them.
The important was . . . Vulcan Cave wasn’t among them.
[Ren: Good. Meet you at Rocky Hills the next day, game time. Just have to prepare something]
[Silvia: Next Day? That long? What if others got firstblood before us?]
[Ren: It’s better to prepare than get wiped out in the Cave]
[Silvia: . . . Fine then. I have to find that Tank and prepare either way]
Ren closed the message and thought about his next move.
Rocky Hills was located east of Plain Rock village in the land of the Dwarves. The Dwarven content, as well as the Elves, were just boundaries apart though it’s enormous. When traversing on foot, it takes about a month and a half by carriage.
If they would go against Vulcan, then Ren needed to prepare first.
Even though there was going to be a Healer in the group, he wasn’t going to be complacent since this was a cave that he knew nothing about but the Boss.
The one thing that he remembered with Vulcan Cave was that . . . it was long. About a day-long journey before they could reach the final Boss’s room.
Yosh.
Ren got out of the inn, went to the save/teleportation crystal, and picked Evonis’s newbie village in the land of the Elves.
It was the quickest way towards Erendia Town and onwards to Maze Forest, where he was going to pay a visit to Hubert’s shop.
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Meanwhile, Ragnar was thinking about where to go and what areas to explore next. Maybe the Human Continent?
Ragnar was going to check the [World Chat] or the [Forum] for anything that would caught his interest when a notification popped on his screen.
[Silvia: Hey, Are you in the game right now? Do you want to party with us? We’ll be going to Vulcan Cave. By the way, are you playing a Tank?]
Ragnar’s forehead wrinkled.
Silvia didn’t know that he was playing an Orc with a class [Brute]. All he told her was that he was playing the game when their topic at lunch a while ago was COVENANT.
Both of their families would heavily invest in the game’s shares once its IPO was publicly released. Ragnar didn’t care about any of that since all he wanted was to live in another world with an ugly face.
He was even thinking of plastic surgery if not for his mother and father threatening to disown him if he did.
COVENANT came at the right time and saved his life.
However, he was not keen on playing together with people who knew his real appearance since others might chase after him if they knew who he was, even if he was playing an ugly Orc.
As long as his actual appearance was like that of a God with richest enough to last for multiple lifetimes, others simply didn’t care if he was a monster in the game.
Ragnar sighed and replied with a decisive ‘NO.’
Before closing the chat box and set it to ‘Block All Notifications,’ and resumed his adventure as an ugly Orc with a brand new, peaceful life ahead of him.