The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

Terrible Weed 1

The civilization of the Versailles Continent appeared about 1,800 thousand years ago. Back then, Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs coexisted.

They were divided into two groups, the women were in charge of taking care of the household, the Elves baptized the baby orcs into children. Humans and Dwarves bathe and care for them to stay clean and healthy. The four races have lived together, complementing each other's flaws.

While the men are in charge of supporting the household, Elf (keeper) became a farmer to produce fresh fruits and vegetables, Dwarf (craftsman) made household tools, and, and man becomes a traverser when hunting with the mighty orcs. As monsters ran rampant on the continent, the weak beings had no choice but to rely on each other to survive.

Orcs, which grew quickly were basically great warriors. Born with natural strength and battle instincts, they became the primary protectors of other races. They serve as respected leaders.

However, as humans were endowed with intelligence, they were able to develop farming techniques, nurture crops and animals, take over the food supply chain, and gradually challenge the Orcs' leadership.

The elves, who studied elemental magic and spirit fused with nature, became arrogant and began to distance themselves from the Orcs, whom they called fools.

The Dwarves advanced the technology of metal day after day, which gave them generations of weaponry to challenge the Orcs.

The alliance of the four races breaks down after a series of disagreements and persistent jealousy.

Man built the city, which then grew into a kingdom, in a fertile land.

The elves moved to the deepest forest where elemental magic and spirits were abundant, to strengthen their magic.

Orcs were scattered in the wild and uninhabited lands, they hunted in the wild and had the freedom they wanted, enjoying unhindered combat.

The Dwarves remained hiding in the mountains, mining raw ores, and refining forging techniques.

Inevitably, the four races antagonize each other and compete against each other to become the best.

This is the history of the Versailles Continent, the myth of the four forgotten races.

...* * *...

Rumors of a strange stranger had spread rapidly throughout the Serabourg Fortress.

About the birth of Bluster Whack (Tough Swatter) who had swung a wooden sword at a scarecrow nonstop for four consecutive weeks in the Training Hall.

Bakbakkab!

Weed swung the wooden sword in silence. His attack on a scarecrow shows no mercy. Every time the wooden sword sliced through the scarecrow, a loud sound exploded.

In earlier days, he was satisfied with just scratching a scarecrow. Currently his strength and agility increased by leaps and bounds, his body grew stronger.

“Is he really a player?”

“He seems like a real man, doesn't he?"

"No way."

“Could he be an NPC?”

“Considering its sudden appearance-”

“Yes, he must be an NPC connected to a quest!”

The eyes of some players started to sparkle looking at him. Not a few offered food and money to win Weed's heart. They wondered if he was a quest NPC. Unwilling to be treated as a beggar, Weed refused their help, but they seemed unwilling to give up.

“Come, please take this.”

“You another? Justsaytheword. I'll find him."

“Don't you think a steel sword is better than this wooden sword? I can give you a long sword, it will be very useful."

They followed Weed's lead in the hope that he could introduce them to a special quest. They did not know for sure, as Weed repeatedly denied that he was an NPC, and expelled them, saying they were interfering with his training. Surprisingly, this strengthened their beliefs.

“Who can hit a scarecrow not just one two days, but for four consecutive weeks?”

“And he is a good friend of the instructor!”

Instructors always looked down on players, thought they were bullies, even kind to Weed, even sharing lunch with him every day. To the public, Weed did not look like a player.

The only way to tell a player that he is not an NPC is when he exits his account. But Weed was never seen out of his account. This was why Weed caused misunderstandings to other players.

Some high-level players saw Weed's determination to increase his strength and stats. They started to get closer and be nice to him. They deliberately approached him, to find out his origin, player or not.

"If you join my guild, we will support you to increase your stats."

“We will sponsor you until you reach the level of one hundred to more.”

Royal Road has a guild concept like any other online game, but there are higher powers.

The emperor!

The goal of every high-level guild was to enthrone the Emperor in their guild. Established his own empire on the Versailles Continent, and ruled over all races.

With taxes collected every month, dukes and lords could build important facilities such as barns and blacksmith workshops in their power cities, or spend money to recruit experts and train them well.

Given a ruler who takes care of the affairs of the country, the economy is developing, technology is advancing. Technological innovation leads to better weaponry produced by blacksmiths, and the size of the city depends on the safety and well-being of the people.

In implementing national and regional policies as well as establishing diplomatic relations with other countries, a lord of community leaders exercises higher authority.

The Lord built cities and fortresses to expand his territory, attracting more rule-abiding immigrants.

In addition to domestic affairs, there was also war. When one declares war, the knights will fight under the command of the generals.

The lay player is still inexperienced demanding the ruler to be wise and fair. Therefore, the cities they live in will grow more prosperous, and the economy will be more dynamic, which stimulates players to be successful in the game.

Still, Weed refused all guild offers.

Strenght :+1

Agility :+1

Vitality : +1

Fame :+1

Hp :+100

The wooden sword that showed no sign of stopping instantly stopped in midair. Weed closed his eyes and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I succeeded!"

For four weeks, according to the time in the game, Weed had increased the stats as much as he could in the Training Hall. To his surprise, he earned a bit of Fame, it never hurts to have fame.

The more fame one had, the cheaper it was to buy items from a small shop or blacksmith's workshop, and could be more respected when talking or negotiating with NPCs.

The instructor who had been watching him looked happy from a distance, he approached Weed, "Good work, Weed."

"Thank you, Instructor."

“I didn't expect you to make it this far. Even you surpassed it. I'm so proud of you."

"That would not have been achieved without your supervision, Honorable Instructor."

"Ha ha ha! You could have been.” The instructor laughed out loud.

Weed knew from a simple flattery experience it could make the instructor happy.

The instructor handed the sword to Weed.

“What sword is this?”

“It's yours. This sword was given to the person who completed the basic training program."

"Basic training?"

A question suddenly popped into Weed's mind.

He had learned by accident that he could raise stats by swinging a wooden sword at a scarecrow in the Training Hall.

While combing through the online gaming community, he had read a post about this on a small guild forum.

Hence, he focused on improving his stats as much as possible in the Training Hall before starting seriously.

Weed had good reason, though he admitted that it might sound inefficient to invest four weeks to slowly increase his stats one by one. Unlike the other players prefer to go to the live field to increase stats.

“Fixed.” thought Weed, “that's not the same as training hard to increase the statistical power of the base. The difference is huge."

"Hopefully lucky, you might get a good item during the trip, but your real stats will be the same, regardless of whatever item you're wearing. Suppose you increase the power by 40 points, and imagine you can wear a necklace with a power of 50 points."

The stats Weed had trained in the Training Hall would help him until the last minute of the game play.

Weed pondered the meaning of the instructor's words and finally asked, "Is the instructor how many people are completing basic training now?"

"There are sixteen here" the instructor replied immediately.

He added, “These two are very broad, Weed. There may be a total of 38 hundred foreigners who complete the basic training program in all Training Hall. To my knowledge, no one has completed basic training as fast as you. "

"38 hundred men!" Weed's eyes lit up. “They are my biggest rivals.”

The next question broke the silence for a moment. “Instructure says it's a basic exercise. Is there a higher level training program available?”

“Not here, anywhere else.”

"Where's the place?"

“I don't know where exactly. I heard it was open only to those who were destined to find it. You must complete one by one to qualify for the next level of training."

“Thank you for the information, Dear Instructor.”

“Do not hesitate.”

Weed was now finished with the Training Hall. When he turned to leave, the instructor called out to him. “Weed, do you have a destination?”

"I mean, instructor?"

"An expeditionary group is scheduled to depart for the Lair of Litvart a week from now. A colleague of mine is the commander of the army. Name's Midvale. If you don't have a better plan right now, what if you go along with them?"

Expeditionary Quest in the Litvart Dungeon!

The Rosenheim Kingdom suffered greatly due to the monster attacks that had increased in number over the past decade. King Theodarren, the great and benevolent ruler of Rosenheim, issued a royal title to order an honorable knight, general Midvale, to explore the Litvart Dungeon and exterminate monsters.

Destroy monsters in the Litvart Dungeon with General Midvale and his soldiers.

Difficulty : E

Quest Requirements: Fail if killed!

The instructor's request was a quest that other players would gladly accept. The Rosenheim Kingdom Army was full of well-organized and well-trained soldiers. The average level for an infantry soldier was almost 30, and the level of a knight in general exceeded 150.

In particular, high-level knights were respected as Honorable Knights. Their level was between the level of 180-220. A force of this magnitude could clear any cave without any complications. The Lair of Litvart is by no means an exception.

According to Weed's research, Litvart Cave was inhabited by kobolds in their 20s and goblins in their 50s.

The thing Weed needed to do after he joined the troops on the quest was to stay alive, whether he was actively engaged in battle or not. It was a golden opportunity offered to him due to the kindness of the instructor.

But Weed shook his head. "I'm sorry, Instructor."

You have rejected the quest!

"Why refuse it, Weed?”

"Not because of anything. I just don't have a profession.”

“Ohhhh, my goodness! You right! I'm too rash. Visit me whenever you want. I'll let you know if I get a quest that suits you."

The instructor had not only reached level 200, but was also on good terms with the soldiers trained by him in the Training Hall. In other words, he had built his own network in Royal Road.

However, the relatively low position of the instructor prevented it from being tracked by high-ranking officials.

Suddenly the instructor asked quietly, “Weed, have you chosen what profession you want?”

“I haven't decided yet. I'll go to the intelligence division, and see what profession they recommend."

The intelligence division provided classroom instructions to novice players, depending on their stats and skills.

In the early stages, most players walked the same path, so the intelligence union divided them into two groups of — fighting professions and craft professions, including merchants.

At one time, intelligence revisions revealed a secret profession. But it rarely happens.

“I tell you this just because you are a trustworthy man will turn down the opportunity to move into a wasted profession like a scluptor. Tell me the truth, Weed. Are you sorry you didn't receive that knife sclupting?”

“No way, Instructor! sculptor profession, I won't accept it no matter what."

“Huh, I never told this to anyone else, you're the first person. Come closer."

The instructor's voice became a slow mutter. He spoke with a whisper near Weed's ear. Weed was goosebumps as the Orc-like instructor's breath swept across his face, but he still held back his disgust.

“You are looking for a good profession. I'll show you the way. Have you heard of Counselor Rodriguez?”

"Yes the instructor."

“Come to him. His nickname was the Star of Wisdom, he was revered for having knowledge in all things. He'll tell you what profession suits you best, far better than just an Intelligence Division. But--"

“…?”

“Difficult to find. Counselors are strange people. You won't know where he's going to travel. He's also cunning and cruel."

“…”

“You can't approach it directly. He won't bother listening to your explanation. But if you give this to him, he'll help you once.”

Item: Queen Evane's handkerchief!

“Thank you, Dear Instructor.”

"Don't hesitate. I also feel a bit bad for you, it is undeniable that many warriors are worse than moonlight scluptor. I pray to Freya that you get a good class. Beware of Counsellor Rodriguez. He's shameless, so you don't have to tell him what you want until he talks to you. "

When Weed said goodbye to the instructor on his way out of the Training Hall, a mighty man approached him.

The person's name was Python, a brave knight with a great sword.

“Are you going now?”

"Yes." Yeah."

“First of all I will search for classes, and then I will work hard to increase the level.”

“I'm sure you'll reach the top quickly. I've never seen someone as determined as you are in an online game! Even though I'm proud of my toughness, you're the one who's a real man."

Python was a knight at level 288.

He had learned a new skill, so he had come to the Training Hall to know the limits of his skill.

When he arrived at the Training Hall, the courtyard was filled with players watching Weed's desperate actions.

Some people thought Weed was an NPC, but when the Python heard that a player could increase stats in the Training Hall, he started hitting the scarecrow right next to Weed.

The power released from a figure as large as a Python was staggering.

With fewer players participating in the show, Python had inadvertently diverted the public's attention from Weed.

For the past week, Python was the only user Weed had so far spoken to.

"Thank you for your compliment."

“ Anyway, I'm looking forward to it! The day we met each other. You're not gonna let me down, are you?”

"You'll be disappointed."

"Huh?"

“With your weakness, I am much tougher than you can imagine.”

"Yetahaha." Python laughed loudly. Since his level of 280 was fairly high, his rank was alongside the other strongest levels and was treated with respect wherever he went. He was attracted to Weed, who dared to make sharp comments to the strongman.

Python's eyes narrowed more seriously. "I'll look forward to it. Take care."

Weed said goodbye to her, and headed to the residence of the consel Rodriguez.

“Counselor Rodriguez, Star of Wisdom, The Omniscient. He will give me guidance on what classes I should get,” Weed said inwardly.

...* * *...

Counselor Rodriguez's house was located in the northern part of the Serabourg Fortress, and knights stood guard around the residence.

As soon as Weed walked closer to the gate, two soldiers stopped him. "Stop! What's your business here, stranger?”

“I'd like to visit the councillor. I brought something for him that the instructor in the Training Hall entrusted to me."

"That's so presumptuous. I understand you have a business to take care of, but the Counsellor doesn't accept a layman like you." Answer the soldier in a flat tone.

"But I have a letter that the instructor asked me to send to the Counselor directly."

“It's none of my business. Do you think you're allowed to visit the great lord just because you have business for him?”

“…”

In short, it required a high Fame in order to be able to visit a Lord or Duke. While Weed's Fame was only 20, it was too low to visit the concert residence.

“I personally know the instructors in the Training Hall very well. He trained me with his own hands. Still, I can't let you into the manor."

"If master insists, am I allowed to stay here as long as I don't enter the manor?"

The guards were confused by Weed's question. “What do you mean, Stranger?”

"I asked if you guys mind if I just sit on the street and wait for the counselor to come out?"

"No." The soldier added nonchalantly, "This path is open to everyone."

Weed nodded slightly. “Thanks for the permission.”

“It's okay. But--"

"I'm sorry?"

“I told you this because you are an acquaintance of the instructor. Counselors often confine in manors for a week sometimes more. Especially when an unwanted visitor knocks on the door, he will definitely close it tightly. Are you still waiting for him?”

Weed nodded steadily, "Yes."

Weed crouched down across the manor, observing that the Counselor was munc. He occasionally chatted with the knights, and quickly learned that his instructor was respected among the lower ranks.

A man who once dreamed of a knight title, he was now fully qualified for it.

Meanwhile, the night is getting late and the house of counsel is getting darker.

“What is impossible if I say I hope to get what I want on the first day. But the counsel won't lock himself up forever."

Weed felt it was futile to keep an eye on the manor because the Counselor was sleeping. He went from there and headed for the city gate.

The moonlit night increased the strength of the monsters in the Versailles Continent. They became half as powerful, and produced an additional 30% EXP. This sparked more attention from players to avoid the risk of death.

That night was Weed's first adventure outside the Fortress. In the forest a group of players chased foxes, rabbits, and raccoons, a scene made by beginners, and Weed would soon follow.

“What can I use as a weapon? Hm..” He took out an iron sword that was a gift from the instructor, and held it tightly.

"Window status equipment."

The Hard Iron Sword:

Endurance: 54/54

Damage: 10-14

Strenght :+10

Awarded to those who complete the Basic Training Program. This widely used long sword was better than the basic type weapons available in the blacksmith's workshop.

Terms :

Strenght :+40

Vitality : +35

The sword given by the instructor was one of the best swords available to Weed. He swung it a few times, realized that his balance was ideal, and felt comfortable with it. Weed checked the other weapons.

"Stat Knife Window!"

Sculptor Zahab's knife!

Endurance: 984/1000

Damage: 40-54

Small short engraving knife, specially made for sculpting. This knife is very sharp.

Function: Increase your chances of producing a critical hit!

The chisel knife dealt more damage than the Hard iron sword, but Weed chose the latter. Because of its longer size so that it can reach further. Iron sword is more useful for killing monsters.

In addition, the chisel knife is not easily damaged, thanks to its high durability. This advantage pleased Weed, as he had obtained the repair skill and Iron Sword provided more opportunities to sharpen the repair skill because it was relatively fragile, requiring good forging.

"good. I'm ready to hunt." Weed swung the Iron sword. “Raccoon, fox, wolf, rabbit. I'm gonna kill you all."

When he went hunting.

"Excuse me." Someone spoke to Weed, who was walking in silence.

"Are you alone?"

Weed turned. He saw a beautiful girl right in front of him wearing a cotton hat and bluish leather armor.

"A girl," he murmured softly. “Ya, I'm alone.” Weed softened his tone.

“Do you want to join us for hunting together? We have a mage, priest, archer and paladin. "

Weed looked over his shoulder before he answered. There were two robed girls and a man he suspected was an archer. He started measuring it, he knew why they were asking strangers to join their team.

Those players were all 'beginners' wearing ordinary clothes and beginner-style leather armor, and they mastered long-range attacks, so they needed a missing piece in the front row to protect them.

"Not a bad deal. This is my first battle, and it might be better to start a quest. Better to have an alternative than not." Her thought.

Weed easily agreed, "Sounds good to me."

"Thank you."

Weed quickly joined the party.

"Good meeting. My name is Irene priest level 7. I specialize as a healer and protector."

“I am Romuna, a level 6 mage, who has the Fire element."

The two girls introduced themselves first, and then it was the men's turn. He scanned Weed's face carefully before opening his voice. ”I'm Pale, archer level 6. You got your guts hunting alone at night."

“Hehe, just call me Surka, paladin level 7.”

They introduced their names and levels, now it was Weed's turn.

“I Weed. Level 3."

“...” Surprise struck them instantly speechless instantly.

Pale gathered courage and asked, “Emm, if I may know, what equipment do you have?”

"All I have is this sword."

“…”

Until the last dust in his pocket, Weed had only five silver. Beginner clothes, in addition to disposable, cost only 30 silver. Weed didn't care about ordinary quests, so he didn't even have enough money to buy leather armor.

“Then, your profession?”

"Come," Weed shook his head doubtfully. He felt that something was wrong, even though he did not know why.

"Geez!" Pale finally let out a long breath. He looks really upset.

“I think you should take the time to decide what profession is best for you. By the way, it looks like you are hunting alone. Are you a new player?”

“Yes, I just entered this game.”

"It's just worth it."

At Weed's honest response, Irene and Romuna looked at Surka with displeased eyes. It was as if he had chosen the wrong person.

"Scluptor level 3 and his profession haven't been decided yet."

As if that wasn't bad enough, "This shabby-looking guy is a newbie in the game."

Lack of experience is usually fatal when dealing with monsters in real battles. You're gonna lose your cool, lose your purpose, and then lose it, that's the order.

They are aware of this because they have gone through their part as beginners.

These monsters although designed for beginners who were within the reach of the Fortress, were still relatively ferocious and mighty. Enough challenge for one player.

“I think we're in trouble.”

Pale did not know what to say and smiled bitterly. Weed decided to speak directly to save everyone from discomfort.

"I'll leave the party if you think I'll do harm."

"I'm sorry."

Surka admitted her mistake and bowed to Weed, apologizing sincerely. At second glance, he saw her wearing an iron sword. “I think he's strong because he has the iron sword. Oh my God, where did he get that sword? Looks very good.” He started to mutter ria.

Weed broke away from the group and headed into the forest alone. Pale and Surka felt guilty for not admitting it.

"What should we do now? Looking for a replacement? ”

Substitutes are everywhere. The only commodities that had long circulated in the Versailles Continent were players and monsters.

"When we shake hands with him."

“If we hunt as a team it will be successful, right?”

"It looks like it, but-"

"Let's try."

They caught up with Weed, who was busy staring at a bunch of rabbits and raccoons jumping around. He ignored monsters in general, how much damage they could inflict and what patterns they would use to attack.

Pale asked, "Sorry, if you're still interested, we'd like you to join the party."

“I'm low level. If you guys are okay with that, I want to join you guys.” Weed answered carefully.

“Ya of course. Now we are one party . You don't have to force yourself in the vanguard, and if you want to, you can stay behind us."

Pale advised Weed to take shelter rather than take an active role in hunting. In their eyes, he was nothing more than a pure novice.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes. But you can't accumulate many fame when you make fewer contributions, your priority right now is to level up. Look, level three to level six has a lot of differences, even though the distance is only three levels. If you were level three and added all the stat bonus points in strength, you would gain more power to make it easier for you to fight. And the distance between you and me will shrink drastically. ”

“…”

Pale also made this clear, for example an archer holding a sword and a warrior controlling a sword, a warrior could inflict twice as much damage as a swordsman specializing. On the other hand, his archery would result in less than half the damage dealt to the archer. It was a simple explanation, a disappointment to others that Weed was a freelancer sheltering behind them.

“Now, stay behind and watch us defeat the monster, Weed. When you find a blemish, then attack. It will help us if you can take over the monsters' attention, then point them to the designated spot.”

Weed nodded. "I understand."

Confusion resolved!

Weed decided to join their party and hunt monsters together. It was a hunting group designed to hunt monsters around the Citadel, and his teammates were already engaged in a pick-and-roll game without him.

The problem was, they realized that it was too risky if only Surka, a paladin who was agile in dodging attacks, offsetting the low level of defense, had fought on the front lines. That's why they go back to their respective places.