The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

Stepping on the Northern Continent!

Weed hurriedly checked the quest forced on him. And nothing has changed, the difficulty remains level B. 'It seems like this quest was forcibly assigned to anyone who could bring back the Holy Grail. If it's like this, what can I do, I have to try as hard as I can. Who knows if an opportunity will arise.'

Weed's attitude when cracking down on the situation was swift and brilliant, but also realistic. In life, there will always be opportunities.

However, the High Priest further dropped Weed in the abyss of despair with his next words. There is no shame in escaping. "Luckily, 20 years ago, the Paladins managed to create a teleport gate. And managed to install the last portal in Morata. Passing through this teleport gate, anyone could switch places in the blink of an eye, without having to bother wasting time on the way."

"Don't tell me, you mean I must-" Weed's lips trembled slightly unable to continue the preface.

"It urges. We can't postpone it much longer. You have to leave tomorrow. Take it easy, a great priest will be assigned to accompany you and help with this important task. He will play a crucial role in saving his comrades-in-arms who have been cursed to stone by the vampires."

"It means just one day. I'm only preparing for one day."

"Rubber. We're counting on you, Weed. The spirit!" The High Priest patted Weed on the shoulder to encourage him.

'The time is very narrow.'

...***...

Weed went around the square to buy things. He goes to the cheapest places as needed. "I want to buy armor and weapons. I need one that costs under 1 gold."

"okay."

He then moved to a place that provided food, "I want to buy food, bandages and herbs in large quantities. Please give me a discount price!"

Weed prepared a lot of things in a few moments. Then he went to Mapan to discuss the matter.

"Tomorrow I will go to a faraway place to do a quest. I'm going through the teleport gate in the church of Goddess Freya."

Mapan was happy for her, "Wahhh! Congratulations!"

"Hm."

"By the way, can I come?"

"Sorry, Mapan. I have to go alone."

"It's a pity, when I so much want to adventure back with you."

"Sorry, I can't guarantee his success, because this quest is very difficult. It's a B."

"Ohhh. All right, I get it. Good luck and good-bye, comrades-in-arms." Mapan said farewell sadly.

Although Mapan specialized in a profession that was very useful in combat though, Weed firmly would not reconsider taking him on this quest. Moreover, in reality, Mapan was only a weak Merchant. Maybe he will hinder the process of the quest. So, including Mapan is her worst choice right now.

Mapan was finally out of team status with Weed.

...***...

Since all the preparations were done, Weed returned to the Church of the Goddess Freya to rest.

Just now, Weed stepped on the stairs leading to the church entrance, his arrival was immediately warmly welcomed by the High Priest and a group of Paladins and Priests.

"Hi Weed's. I'm finally relieved when you get back."

"Ah yes." Weed's body trembled as the High Priest finished his sentence. This is the reality he has to face. 'Roughly how likely is the success of this quest? Ahhh this is complicated. I think the High Priest is a kind person. Turns out he's the kind of a forger.'

The situation Weed was living in was obviously more frightening than fighting against the monsters in the Baruk Mountains. Here he did not have the slightest chance of escaping.

Even so, Weed was determined, he would not give up on this quest. Except, in case of worst possibility without making any profit.

Thinking this far, Weed's memory recalled their last conversation yesterday.

The High Priest firmly warned Weed of the importance, "This is a very important task. No one can predict what the future will end like. But, as I know, this matter is urgent. It could get worse in a matter of days."

Weed could only nod in resignation, 'Rubber! It's a bad deal! Very, very bad for meuu!!!' But he kept the complaint in his heart.

All this depends on the situation. It could be that the universe helped him to successfully complete this formidable test. It could also be, he was instead stuck there like the Paladins who had become stone. But, Weed was determined not to suffer the same fate.

Just as Weed's confidence returned, his imagination immediately fell to reality upon hearing the High Priest's voice return, "As someone who had founded the church of Goddess Freya in this city, he said, I believe that you are the hero told in the legends. And you'll be able to seize the sacred relic as soon as possible."

"meaning?"

"When you return tomorrow, a great priest chosen from this church will be present as your subordinate. If you manage to bring him back alive, then you deserve a reward as great as the power he has."

"..."

"Anyway, you don't have to worry about this. We will prepare him as well as possible. Tomorrow we'll see you in person."

"...." - ".Weed could only go silent.

As it turned out, all things were arranged in such a way as if they had predicted his arrival. Finally, Weed could not escape for whatever reason. 'What is the City of Somren a symbol of freedom?! That freedom has vanished! His nickname should have been changed to a prison town without bars!'

The Holy Crown of Fargo has been stolen directly from the Church of the Goddess Freya. And the bad news, Weed was not allowed to hold reinforcements from other players. He could only use the ones that the High Priest had prepared.

"Now is the time."

"Huh?" The High Priest's words managed to return Weed to the real world. He grew even more suspicious after seeing the mysterious smile from the man before him. Based on experience, this smile is very dangerous.

"From now on, I will introduce the person who helped you in the rescue mission of the Paladins." The High Priest turned his gaze away from Weed, "If there's still anyone who can be saved." Continue in a soft voice.

Weed did not respond, he chose to observe the small key the High Priest held to open the door before the two of them.

After the door opened, inside was a boy wearing a white hat and a white priest robed. Weed was a little surprised because his face was a bit like the son of an official in his housing complex.

"He is the strongest candidate who will be the next pope in this church, Alveron. Earlier, thank you for your willingness in this favor, Alveron."

"It is an honor to do a noble duty." Alveron then looked at the person next to the High Priest, "And, it's an honor to also be able to meet you, Weed." He greeted her formally.

Weed's eye acuity managed to find an important fact, 'Alveron was not a player, but an NPC.'

...***...

Weed and Alveron walked side by side towards the center of the church. They passed through complicated routes built underground as a place to the teleportation gate. After a while of admiring the beauty of the characters on the walls of the route, they finally arrived at their intended place, the teleport gate.

Kkolkkak!

Gluey!

Weed gulped a few times. As the High Priest had said, in the blink of an eye, he was able to directly arrive at Morata through the gate before him. But, he did not forget that they were directly faced with danger when they arrived in Morata. Because Morata had been completely overpowered by the Pure Blood Vampire Clan.

In reality, not all of the land on the Versailles Continent was inhabited by players. The Northern Continent had also been discovered by adventurers. Unfortunately, no one dared to visit him, as the Continent was inhabited by overly powerful monsters including the Vampire Clan.

But, now Weed had to strengthen himself because soon he would visit the Continent which was predicted to be a forbidden area. He kept silent with Alvero in front of the teleport gate while waiting for the teleport preparations to be completed.

"You really have to save our brothers there! The spirit!" The High Priest smiled knots at Weed and Alvero before gathering a large amount of mana to operate the teleport gate.

A golden light shot out from the direction of the gate, gradually shrouding Weed and Alvero's bodies. Then, in the blink of an eye, the two people disappeared from the church of Goddess Freya.

History says, 150 years ago in the Northern Continent there was a prosperous empire called Niflheim. Unfortunately, the empire had been ravaged by monsters.

As chaos ensued, the nobles were busy fleeing without caring for their subjects. Then, the troops who fought in the forefront to fight for the homeland were eradicated without rest by the monsters. From then on, the Niflheim Empire became extinct. The region was finally filled with dangerous monsters.

Now there is only one rule that applies in the Northern Continent, the law of the jungle, who is the most powerful, he who will survive and rule over all.

Weed and Alveron appeared at the gate in a cave. This cave is the main connection with the teleport gate in the church of Goddess Freya.

Weed's eyes blinked a few times to adjust the situation, "So, this is Morata." As usual, he took a walk to study around.

Wush!

A breeze of wind blew past Weed's cheekbones as he touched the mouth of the cave, "Uhh, it's cold!" Reflexively hugging their own body.

The terrain and climate of the Versailles Continent vary depending on the location of the region, just like in the real world.

And, the bad news is, Morata is located far north of the continent, which belongs to the cold region. Throughout the season in this zone, it is a perpetual ice zone. The cold temperature is very severe, probably minus a degree.

"I didn't expect this place to be so cold!" Weed's body shivered again and again, he even hinted that the cold would soon freeze his heart.

Weed's body vitality shrank rapidly as the cold wind continuously attacked him.

Warning: You have the flu!

To overcome the cold, you are advised to wear thick clothes and sit near the fire.

If a severe flu lasts for a long time, it will worsen your condition.

The body becomes more rigid and physical ability is reduced by 5%.

The speed of hunger increases by 25%!

The message reminded him that the flu that was left alone would worsen the body.

"Uhhhhh! In-gin." Weed shivered, his teeth grinding. But, he had no time to worry about this condition. He had to observe the surrounding area, so he went around to monitor it directly.

Weed's steps led him to a mountain range already covered in heavy snow. On the way, he passed through the city of the dead that had been ravaged.

Weed rubbed both hands in search of a space of warmth, "This must be the city of Morata."

His gaze then flashed towards the gigantic black building structure.

The building had a large fence with lights hanging on each section, but nothing was lit. The building's windows look black. The black-colored palace was covered in thick snow. Creating a slightly strange color combination, given the dark impression of this region as if removed by the white sparkling snow.

Instantly, Weed could guess clearly, "Morata Palace."

Several crows flew around the roof of the palace building.

The kwak! The kwak! The kwak!

Usually, birds are the most vulnerable animals to snow. Their weak bodies easily froze eventually dying. Although crows are a more resilient type of bird but will not be as strong as this living on eternal snow plains. Weed could conclude that the birds had turned into vampires. Therefore, they cannot die.

"I'm sure, this is the shelter of the Pure Blood Vampire Clan. Huhhhhhhh! This test won't be easy."

Weed finished monitoring the situation and walked back to the cave. "So, this is the city of Morata written in the legend."

In ancient times, the city of Morata was led by a duke who was Queen Natalya's uncle. The city was once very famous and prosperous thanks to its smooth economy, the quality of the leather and fabric produced is extraordinary. Unfortunately, the prosperity of this city is now just a legend. In reality, this city had been destroyed and became a dead city isolated by the world.

No human would inhabit a dead city.

The state of the city in Morata was not much different from the capital of the Niflheim Empire itself, Mordred. It became a dead city, as all its inhabitants were annihilated.

The further we thought about all this, Weed's head grew dizzy. Mentally he began to organize his quest path, "First, I must save the paladins to increase reinforcements. Second, get rid of the Vampires from Morata. Third, look for the Holy Crown. Yeah, I gotta do it as planned."

Weed's plan sounded simple and easy. But, he was actually frustrated with the bitter reality of his profession, the Legendary Moonlight Scluptor. To perform a high-level quest of this kind, he needed an extraordinary profession, at least the difference in his level with the enemy could be covered.

During this trivial situation, Weed only regretted his actions of not seeking more EXP while in the city of Heaven before returning to earth. "Yush! There is no point in regretting anything, when the rice has become porridge. So, exactly what should I do now?"

When he reached the cave he immediately approached Alveron to ask a few things. He can rely on Alveron's strong trust in him.

Your body temperature has increased a little!

The notification from the stat window immediately clinked as he entered the cave. Because, in this cave the temperature is a little warm. Even if the cold wind does not blow into the cave.

Weed sat beside Alveron. "Before I begin this task, you relax first. Ah, I haven't formally introduced myself to you, even though I know the High Priest has already told you my name. I'm Weed. I'm older than you, so respect me, okay?" Weed's voice sounded polite and cautious.

"Okay, Weed."

Alveron looked like a innocent and naive boy. Weed didn't want their relationship to be awkward if Weed was too polite to him because he was the next whale candidate. 'This boy can too.'

Weed began to extract information about his new partner to make quest preparation easier, "You know if this quest is very difficult, so I want to know what your level is?"

"320."

"..."

Weed knew that if Alveron was the strongest candidate to become the next whale, he must have a very high level. But he was surprised to find out the level of an NPC could be that high. A second later Weed stopped rejoicing, realizing that the priests did not have much fighting ability. He still had to rely on his own strength to save his life. 'It's a pity.'

Fortunately, thanks to his high level. Weed could increase his fame drastically later if he successfully completed this quest, according to Alveron's fame. So, Weed did not blame the boy completely, "Your level is quite high. But I also wondered about other things. How many fames are yours?"

"In the meantime, I'll check it out first." Alveron paused for a moment before continuing, "150,002."

"..." - ".Weed was almost flabbergasted if his quick attitude did not immediately take over. He also tried to suppress his embarrassment by staring at the face of Alveron who looked as blank as an SD boy. Being too surprised, he even forgot the fact that Alvero was the leading candidate of the Pope in the future.

Alveron was puzzled himself being stared at this seintens by Weed, "Is there a problem?"

Weed finally returned to the real world, "No, rest first."

"Good." Like a good and obedient little brother, Alveron obeyed Weed's orders without objection. He went to the corner to meditate solemnly.

Weed was very satisfied with this result, he stared back and forth looking for a good place, "Now that little task has been taken care of, it's time for me to start." He chose the slightly spacious cave floor then spread out the mat.

This mat has accompanied him wherever he goes. Because, Weed knew clearly the main function of the mat in a trip, can prevent the effects of cold well. "The bad news is, I didn't know I needed to get my clothes ready either." He muttered while shivering.

Because all this time Weed had never hunted in an area with cold temperatures as extreme as this. The Kingdom of Rosenheim and the Capital of Somren were warm cities, so there was no need to bring extra clothes and such. He never expected it to be difficult because of a simple matter, not carrying extra clothes.

Now, Weed could only endure the cold that was paralyzing the body. His hands trembled as he tried to open the backpack. He took out all the equipment he bought for under 1 gold.

Brakk! Bruk! Thump!

Weed beat an armor viciously. His fist hit the armor right here and there until it was badly damaged. In accordance with the very cheap price, the endurance of the armor was very weak. Only hit by a few blows Weed's fist, the armor was instantly broken.

"Now I'll fix you." Weed muttered while taking out the hammer he had specially bought at the Blacksmith shop.

"The pair!" This time, Weed hit the armor in front of him with a hammer. From the beginning Weed's goal was to drop these low-level items just to improve the repair skill.

Weed hit the steel item several times until the damaged area was repaired. Seeing from Weed's hard work, proving that repairing the defense of an armor was very difficult. After that, Weed resumed his activities, damaging and repairing the armor.

10 minutes later, the Stat Window clanking made Weed's heart flower.

Skill Repair has improved!

However, due to receiving repeated damage, the damaged armor continued to drop permanently until it was picked up by the notification from the Stat Window.

Warning: Items are totally damaged!

Items are damaged because they receive damage too often.

The armor in Weed's hand had been smashed to pieces. And the drop of items that have been completely damaged will be of no use anymore. So, Weed placed the smashed armor on the left side. He proceeded to damage all the armor he had bought. After the armor ran out, he moved to damage the shoes. Before long, all those shoes fared the same as the armor, completely damaged. As if it was endless, Weed then took out the head protection.

Brakk! Bruk! Thump!

Klang's! Klang's! Klang's!

8 Hours later!

Stat Window tells us the happy news. Her repair skills increased by 10%.

To Weed's left, the wreckage of the broken items piled up to the ceiling of the cave. It was all equipment he had bought for 100 gold.

"Skill Check : Repair!"

Skill Repair: Beginner Level 9.89%

Weed only had to increase his 11% again for his repair skill to reach the intermediate stage. Then, he could refine an item until it had maximum defense.

"Ha-choo!"

Weed had damaged and repaired equipment without resting. Making his body vitality continuously decrease. To cause him to sneeze a few times, his nose was runny, before long he began to have a sore throat.

Warning: The flu is getting worse!

To overcome the cold, it is recommended to wear thick clothes or sit near the fire.

If a severe flu persists for a long period of time, it will definitely worsen your condition.

Flu can also add to other diseases!

Vitality: - 20%

Skill Effect: -30%

Maximum HP and MP reduced!

"..." - ".Weed was at a loss for words. He just had a little flu, but now his flu is getting worse. Maybe it was because he was sitting in one place for too long. "Damn it!"

There are 3 tragic things to watch out for when someone is alone. Starve! The cold! And get sick!

The bad news is that fighting in hunger is harder to do in cold climates. Moreover, Weed who only relied on wheat bread, dry food would not warm the body.

Now, the coldness had affected all of his skills. Weed's body also became more rigid. The flu shot depressed himself.

"It's unbelievable." Weed let out a long sigh.

Ever since he started this game, he has been living a very difficult life. He got an unwanted profession. Now he also had to experience all sorts of problems from the attacks of extreme cold.

Weed calmed himself down with the fact that he was not alone in experiencing this suffering. His eyes passed staring at a young man wearing a white robe in the corner of the cave, 'Alveron may have suffered the same agony. No, maybe he's cooler than I am, he has to endure wearing that thin robe.'

Satisfaction spread in Weed's heart, feeling better because there was someone beside him who fared the same. His mood improved a little. Better yet, if Weed's ignorance lasts forever. Due to the fact that Alveron did not feel cold at all, the robe he was wearing had a special effect that could prevent the cold from penetrating him.

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