The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

The Unique Monsters of the Undead!

Main Market Lavias!

Weed greeted some of the Avians he met on the street. Not a light greeting like a neighbor next to the house or a friend of the village. But greet the business that is often done by sellers and buyers.

Sometimes someone forces him to buy an item, or look at it with a suspicious look. Weed was now used to it, so he deliberately ignored whatever the avians were doing. He didn't have much time to waste.

Today he intends to buy a lot of food, herbs, potions, fresh water and others, which are related to hunting supplies during the Memphis Hall dungeon. He must prepare a thorough preparation.

Usually, he did not have to waste a lot of money to buy food because during the hunt there would be a lot of hunted monster meat that could be cooked at any time, as well as to improve cooking skills.

But in the Dungeon Memphis Hall is different, there are no hunted animals such as rabbits let alone fresh plants such as spinach. So he had to prepare a lot of instant food. Suddenly

"Hey wanderer!" Weed was surprised by the parrot-like Avian.

Weed turned his head while smiling forcefully, "Yes. It's nice to meet you."

"Please buy my merchandise!"

'Stupid base!' Weed sighed harshly. Previously, they had passed by here several times. Even he with a big smile distributed the results of the parrot sculpture without asking for compensation the other day, as a sign of friendship, they even spoke cheerfully. But every time that Avian forgets about him.

Once Weed tried to remind him of his gift parrot statue, but the Avian was furious while scolding him harshly. Weed also accused him of being a thief and drove him away right then and there. Because he was too irritated, shortly after he visited him again, it turns out he was warmly accepted as a buyer. It was then that he realized the weakness about Avian. 'They have a bad memory!'

Like the rumor that says that the goldfish can not remember anything more than 3 seconds. That is the reality of the Avian race.

Indeed, these Avians had better memories than goldfish. Facts that show if they have a small brain. They had always forgotten Weed's existence in Heaven City, even after he had introduced himself several times, many times they would forget about him again. Because this was Weed's strategy of getting closer and making friends with them never worked.

Weed shook his head in light of his patience that had to lengthen when facing these shrimp brains. His life must continue at all costs. He smiled at the food shopkeeper, "Yes. I'll buy some food. Give me peanuts, sesame, corn, walnuts, dried fish, meat, chives, and spinach."

"Oh, all right, wait a minute." The parrot-like avian took out all the food Weed ordered one by one. His face beamed as he inspected the completeness of all the items then said lightly, "Everything is 19 gold, wandering master."

The food he bought could increase mana, of course the price was high.

"Good." Weed checked the backpack, shortly******* long out of his mouth, "Ah! But how about this, I only have 18 gold and 50 silver. Can you give me all the ingredients? I'll come back later to pay the rest of the money."

The shopkeeper stared at Weed for a long time, observing the buyer's expression, "I don't know your job. Because of this, I can't really afford you. You also have no experience in bartering. Nah! You don't even have the right to file a debt because you're not a famous adventurer. But since you're a talented artist, I can't refuse your request. Who knows maybe one day you'll be famous. So, I believe in my instincts, and pay the remaining 50 silver later."

Weed's heart used to hear it. He packed all his stuff into a worn-out backpack that would accompany him wherever he traveled around the world, maybe for the next month, two months maybe even a year. Weed was always loving and taking care of his things wholeheartedly.

The problem now is, whether the avian that looks like a parrot in front of him will remember and collect a debt of 50 silver later. Recalling that he had forgotten the debt Weed had promised before, amounting to 40 silver. He must have forgotten Weed's debts again.

That way, Weed still looked relaxed, and shamelessly went back into debt even without being paid.

Before actually setting off towards the Memphis Hall dungeon, he checked his needs all the way to the deepest roots.

"Open Stat window!"

Name: Weed

Guild : Neutral

Level 109

Profession: Legendary Moonlight Sculptor

Title: None

Fame 365

HP 5260

Mana: 1521

Strength :335 (+20)

Agility :305 (+20)

Vitality :89 (+20)

Wisdom :16 (+20)

Intelligent :24 (+20)

Fighting Spirit :143 (+20)

Endurance :174 (+20)

Perseverance :55 (+20)

Luck : 5 (+20)

Leadership :74 (+20)

Art : 84 (+20)

The attack: 231

The defense 76

Magic Resistance: None

Fire Magic 0%

Water Magic 0%

Earth Magic: 0%

Black Magic: 0%

Effect:

 +20 points All Stats

 +80 stat points Art

 +30% Statistics at night

• gain the ability to request and use certain class items.

• gain the ability to learn all handicraft skills until the advanced stage.

• Skill handicraft, optional and advanced skills are available.

• gives extra effect to items produced or refined.

• Lowering mana consumption for the Sculpting Blade technique.

• it allows you to learn secret skills based on your level in Sculpture Mastery.

• Quickly raise fame by creating extraordinary sculptures or artistic value.

Now Weed's level was over 100 thanks to finding the hidden dungeon in Lavias, plus the relentless hunting he and his team were doing inside there. So the level is rising rapidly.

At that time they deliberately reduced sleep time for 2 hours, often even overslept in the login condition. The result of that persistence Weed reached level 95. Plus hunting solo until it reaches its current level.

Thanks to the increase in the level, his statistics also increased rapidly. And his mana right now was already high enough to use the Formless Imperial Sword Technique, Sword Dance, even if only once.

The only thing that made Weed's face bend was the absence of any increase in the Leadership stat. In the past, he could improve by leading the NPCs in the Rosenheim invanter, or when he led his team. But now he had to withstand the disappointment of hunting solo was unlikely to be able to raise the Leadership stat. He wouldn't be this disappointed if only the Leadership stat were without progress. Unfortunately some other skills also improved very little due to the absence of his guinea pig.

Of course what he was most worried about was the empty bag issue, 'Invest my future.'

He was still angry while checking the skills he had.

Cooking: Beginner level: 8.45%

Mastery Sculpture: Beginner level: 9.99%

Repair: Beginner level: 7.25%

Handicraft: Intermediate level: 2.6%

Sword Mastery: Beginner level: 8.88%

Archery: Beginner level: 5.98%

Sculpting Blade: Beginner level: 7.49%

Formless Imperial Sword Technique: Comprehension 5%

Bandage: Beginner level: 7, 11%

Item identification: Beginner level: 5.14%

Sculpture Mastery had almost reached the intermediate stage. As for Sculpting Blade, his mana consumption was drastically reduced after reaching level 7.

Weed had used the Kaiser Sword several times lately, but while hunting solo would be more effective using the Sculpting Blade technique. Because, his ability to slash something invisible. This skill was extremely important for hunting the undead, as it was effective at separating the soul from its body. Therefore, this sword skill was similar to holy magic when it came to exterminating the undead.

His eyes looked sad at the thought of if he had to spend any more money. To be honest, he had never bought this much stuff before. Because he was able to make his own food, mix potions, and pick herbs in the forest while hunting and even sometimes sell his cooking and artwork.

Of course he has a high profit. Especially from the statue, he barely spent capital money and could earn tens of times the profit.

When with his partner, he certainly will not open the secrets of the company. He always told stories of only having 30 gold, even after selling the spoils of the hunt. But he was richer than they imagined. His pockets filled hundreds of gold. The result of selling statues, selling food, selling exuipment and drop items that have been repaired, especially he also often gets quest prizes whose value cannot be underestimated.

But in the circumstances like now, for him this was the most difficult and painful part of his life, a waste of money. Even if it was to buy her life's necessities. This pain is more painful than not having any money.

Weed's shoulders were lethargic, his face was lifeless as he entered a shop. Especially when he spent money to pay for groceries, he was like on the verge of death.

Regardless, no one could understand why his heart seemed to always be tormented while paying. Or why he always tried hard to bid the price even though only a few silver.

Having finished with all his survival necessities the next few days inside the dungeon of the Lavias underworld. Then Weed entered the dangerous area even though he was still lifting heavy weights due to losing some gold. He was determined to eradicate as many undead as possible to restore the void of his pockets.

When he arrived at the ground floor of Memphis Hall, he looked very relaxed like he was at home. Because he already knew clearly the ins and outs of this place, where the hunting place is profitable, where the hunting place is safe, or even the most dangerous place, even though, the Death Knight the bearer of nightmares.

What Weed feared the most when he became a solo hunter was that when his HP and mana ran out, suddenly the strongest enemy ambushed him. For this reason, Weed prepared some good plans, which were to prepare some hiding places with bandages and herbs.

In addition, he had found a strategic place to attack the enemy.he had also found some safe resting places. Bandages and herbs are easy to get, but safe hiding places are very difficult. He chose this location after several attempts and failures. But he was sure the hard effort would not disappoint the results. Finally, he cleared the hiding place.

"Hufa! Finally done, too." After traversing the Northern area, Weed finished exploring the entire region.

You are the first person to complete the Memphis Hall B1 map!

Fame :+20

When Weed first came to the City of Heaven, he bought a map. Later the places he had been through would be added to this map. The Memphis Hall basement map was an item that could be sold for quite a high price, in the General Store or on other players. There was no way he would miss this opportunity, to earn money so easily.

Once enough was felt, Weed left Memphis Hall and headed to the next hunting ground, Cave of Dead Warrior. That place is not too hard to find. As he descended the dungeon, he heard terrible noises until his hair stood without warning.

'What is this?'

The pitch-black darkness filled Weed's gaze as he progressively descended the dungeon. He could feel the light movements and low growling sounds of something dangerous.

'My gut is not good about this.' Cold that had spread in the skin, forcing into bone piercing.

Weed stepped as carefully as possible. His hand held tightly to the sword to prepare for standby if something endangering his life appeared.

'So I'm not the first person to find this place. It was possible that the first person to discover Lavias had already found this dungeon first.' Weed was increasingly convinced by this opinion because from the very beginning he entered the dungeon door, there was no notification from the stat window.

Not far from where he was, Weed found an undead blocking his way.

"Man! Are you a knight?" His voice sounded like an undead in general, hoarse.

The monster was a large-bodied knight filled with bulging muscles, his body larger than a skeleton knight. He has broad shoulders and strong arms that look dangerous. But when Weed looked over his body he almost screamed because there was nothing there. It turned out that his stump head was being held by his left hand.

'Woah!' Weed could not hide his admiration. Undeniably, he was the most unique monster among all the undead, a knight carrying his own head. And the mouth on the stump head was what was talking about it.

'Dullahan, huh.' Weed recognized this enemy, he was a leveled undead around the 140s.

"I'm not a knight." Weed took the time to reply to the enemy's question.

"Who are you then?"

"I'm a Sculptor." Weed replied calmly.

"Oh a Scul-Sculptor?!" The stammered sullenness looked extremely disbelieving with the opponent's answer. Unbelievable disappointment filled Dullahan's face. Because their race likes to improve skills through combat. They were the type of knight who made the undead of the skeleton knight class run in droves to avoid it.

"A Sculptor turned out to be a real disappointment." The dullahan muttered lowly but Weed could still hear it due to the reflection sound of the dungeon.

Weed did not take issue with this, because he was too used to being underestimated because of his profession. The sculptor must have looked extremely pitiful, even the undead ignored them.

The creator of Royal Road was Unicorn Corporation.

There was a lot of controversy when they released this game. Royal Road is the first virtual reality game. A reality that is 100% based on a fantasy world. Why is it called Royal Road? There are many other names to choose from. Although Royal Road received world attention, its title was a bit disappointing. It's not a nice name to hear.

But there was a reason the Unicorn Corporation chose the name Royal Road.

No one on earth can conquer and rule every continent and ocean. This game is the path to the greatest empire. A unified empire that could not even be achieved by Genghis Khan, Napoleon, or Alexander the Great. Meanwhile, this game paves the way for people to achieve that dream.

A hope, for something never seen before in the history of mankind. An Emperor who would conquer every continent. This game teaches people to dream big, dream to be whatever they want to be, and this hope will lead them towards their life goals.

This is the true meaning behind the name "Royal Road".

The first player to conquer the entire world, will be awarded a 10% stake in the Unicorn Corporation for a month, this is a very remarkable amount considering the current development of Royal Road.

In Korea alone, millions of people play the game. While globally if Japan, Europe, and America are counted, the number of players who play Royal Road games totals more than 100 million people. Not to mention Royal Road charges $300 USD a month for subscription. It was difficult to calculate the amount of money earned from it. 10% of Unicorn Corporation's shares would make one rich all of a sudden.

That was why most players in Royal Road chose fighting-type professions.

Generally players would choose the Swordman to Knight profession, seeing the battle-related profession, as the fastest way to become the Chosen Emperor.

In contrast, Blacksmith professions and professions unrelated to combat were automatically looked down upon. Without needing to explain further, a Painter, chef, or Scluptor is nothing compared to the Blacksmith profession, so low and most remahan professions associated with the art world. It was their fate to be underestimated and ostracized.

Weed pondered, 'Like my own life.'

Without retaliating again, Weed instantly unsheathed the Clay Sword. From the direction of the sword, an ice-blue aura radiated fiercely. Clay Sword has a special ability that can reduce the speed of movement of the enemy when hit by a direct attack.

"Murran!" The Dullahan retaliated against Weed's attack by swinging its axe at lightning speed.

Weed raised his Clay Sword, fending off the attack.

A slam!

The endurance Clay Sword has diminished!

The message was accompanied by a shock impact, making Weed's hand tremble. He had just finished refitting the sword, but a single strike from the dullahan alone instantly lowered the endurance of his sword. 'It seemed like Dullahan's superiority was his great strength.'

"I can't lose! Sculpting Blade!" Weed shouted and attacked Dullahan blindly.

Clangs!

Clangs!

The two exchanged attacks very quickly. Even their fights could not be followed by the naked eye.

Weed's eyes looked ferocious, he fought with all his might until his killing aura came out. He had several times targeted the vital points of the enemy. The battle should be completed as quickly and to a minimum.

It was the only way to minimize the risk, before enemy reinforcements appeared.

For Weed, who was hunting alone, the appearance of a pack of Dullahans or other monsters was a big deal. Moreover, Weed was determined to sculpt the statue as a side job while resting. This meant that he had to cut down on the time spent fighting as much as possible.

Bash!

The dullahan used a savings skill with a swing of its axe. His attack managed to repel Weed, creating a considerable distance between them. Weed took advantage of that time to take a breath.

"Devil's Strike!" The dullahan roared, initiating a follow-up attack.

The axe was now thrown into the air and spun fiercely, as if it was flying. Although Weed ducked to dodge the attack, his HP was still reduced by 300. Only exposed to wind pressure. That attack was incredible.

Actually Weed could dodge the attack completely if he used the Seven Celestial Steps. However, he was deliberately to be hit by an attack. The goal is to increase the Defense stat as well as stat endurance.

Now it was Weed's turn.

"Triple!"

The first attack missed, while the second, the stronger attack came from the opposite direction. The enemy managed to dodge both attacks, causing Weed to have to pull out a powerful slash from the ground up.

Back then, the axe that was thrown, had returned again to its owner. Dullahan thrust it forward, to block Weed's third attack. In an instant, Weed's sword struck cross-leggedly at Dullahan's chest, making 5 consecutive strikes. Triple had grown because Weed's mastery of the skill had increased.

The dullahan was somehow able to block the first 3 attacks, but the next 2 attacks reduced its HP by over 20%.

He started to rampage, trying to suppress Weed repeatedly using his bash skill. But now Weed knew his timing skill, and quickly attacked Dullahan's weakness.

"You're not dead either, just die there!? Sclupting Blade!" A bone-white light enveloped Weed's sword.

Then came the unforgiving attack!

Dullahan's HP was reduced rapidly as the attack progressed. He looked very annoyed to directly attack again, but Weed managed to dodge all of his attacks.

Weed could anticipate the Dullahan skill by looking at his footsteps, and dodged it smoothly.

In the end, Dullahan was not a difficult enemy for him. The distance in the level might indeed be far, but through effort and persistence, Weed was above Dullahan in terms of stats. Weed's endurance stat was on the same level as Dullahan's. Thanks to that, he was not in a disadvantaged position.

A level 80 Skeleton Mage was even more annoying than Dullahan. Those Mages were extremely troublesome to fight, as they always cast countless curses.

When his partner, Irene, was still around, the curse of the Skeleton Mage could be easily obliterated. But now the story is different when he hunts solo. He had no existence against magic, could only eliminate it with potions, even after the battle was over. He was irritated that the potion had absorbed his pouch, the price of his union was 3 silver.

This could make him bankrupt faster than his preparations. So Weed hated the skeletons of mages so much, he even deliberately avoided them when he almost passed.

"Uwwagggggh!" The shrill cry became a messenger of death. Slowly his body turned into a gray light followed by the screeching of his horse.

"Phews! It's easier than I thought. But one dullahan alone can reduce 40% of my HP, it would be very dangerous if two came at once."