The Legendary Moonlight Scluptor

Greet Weed's friend!

Pale, Irene, Romuna, and Surka are finally free from their respective parents. Because they had just gone to a dungeon to complete a quest.

"We are finally free!" Surka breathed fresh air several times.

Romuna chuckled lightly while embracing Irene and Surka's shoulders, "What if we contact Weed? Kangen knows her."

"Right, I was curious about that, the people Weed told me about the other day."

"I'll call him." Pale volunteered.

hey Weed, regarding your acquaintances who have just started the game these few days, we plan to meet and greet them. Can't you?

- I can, I can. Now I'm super duper busy, haven't been able to help them. So, it would be great if you could replace me to help them.

of course we will help as much as we can. Since they are your friends, they will be our friends as well.

- I'm very grateful. They are still in the Training Hall. For these two weeks vigorously swung the wooden sword.

Pale then told the contents of the Wishper to the others. They smiled slightly as they recalled Weed's incredible strength against thousands of monsters. Although Weed was a Scluptor, they had to admit that no one else had as strong a sword as him. In the beginning, they were very surprised and could hardly believe the fact that Weed was able to fight the horde of monsters using an ingenious Skill.

Now, they guessed that Weed's friend's strength wasn't much different from his.

"Not so long ago we were still plain beginners. I didn't expect, now that we have an amazing understanding of this game." Romuna looked away considering the early days of starting the game.

"That's because we found the best partner, Weed."

"Totally so."

Upon reaching the Training Hall, the five people were shocked to see a large crowd of people fulfilling it.

Pale stopped a passerby who happened to pass by, "Sorry I want to ask, what exactly happened in the Training Hall? Why so many?"

"Training Hall? Ohhh. The place was filled with beginners practicing swords."

"Is that? Thanks."

Pale and his comrades began to count the beginners who filled the Training Hall. There were more than 500 people swinging wooden swords at scarecrows with the right timing. Each of their bodies moves in the same motion.

"One, two, three!"

After swinging the sword, they shouted loudly to count.

"Cool!" Surka muttered involuntarily.

The savage gazes of those practitioners managed to shock Pale. He could feel something in the eyes of those novices, who managed to put considerable pressure on his heart. 'What a heavy sight.'

The atmosphere made the people who witnessed it goosebumps. Because that power comes from 500 people simultaneously. 'It seems I understand the reason many people are gathered here.'

Romuna looked at Pale almost crying from being too agitated, "Don't tell me one of them is-" She couldn't continue the words, "We have to how?"

The restlessness was also felt by Pale. He was afraid to know the fact that among these horrible people were Weed's acquaintances.

"What if they're a bunch of bad gangs?" Romuna bit her finger.

"What do you mean?" Surka had not understood the situation.

Pale tried to calm the already pale Romuna and Irene, "Don't worry. That person is a beginner, yet has a high level. We can't just leave either after promising Weed to help him. So, we have to hold on, okay?"

Irene and Romuna glanced for a moment before nodding.

"What-what do you mean" Surka's mouth gawked widely, "So, among them is Weed's friend?!!!" He almost fainted when Pale nodded.

Pale let out a long breath, he patted the girls on the shoulder for a moment, then approached the practitioners who were still busy swinging the wooden sword, "Sorry to interrupt, do any of you know Weed?"

When he finished saying that, the movements of the 500 people stopped, they immediately looked at him as sharp as razor blades.

Dag! Digs! Dugm! The deg!

Pale's heart was beating very quickly in fear. But soon the 500 men swung their wooden swords back to beat up the scarecrow.

Pale calmed down a little, "I don't understand exactly what's going on here. But I came because I wanted to help. Me and my friends were Weed's friends. So, don't worry about anything, come here."

Yishy!

The 500 wooden swords stopped suddenly above the heads of the scarecrows. Then, the 500 people immediately scrambled to approach Pale. Simultaneously they knelt down while shouting, "Please, wheat bread."

"What the-"

"Please feed us."

"Steel-"

"Lapaaarrrr!!!"

"..."

...***...

After a day in real life passed, Weed re-connected in-game, precisely in front of the teleport gate. He directly checked the Stat Window. 'Skill, down a little.'

Weed let out a long sigh when he found out that the various Skills had dropped by 5-7%. The Sclupture Mastery he cherished had dropped by 7%, Skill Cooking was down by 6%. The more he suffered when the Handicraft, Sword Mastery, and Repair skills dropped by 5%, these skills he always improved little by little.

Fortunately, he only lost one item worth 1 gold upon death.

Weed's jaw hardened, 'I'm not ready to fight those vampires yet.'

Then, Weed stretched the blanket, restarting to repair the broken equipment.

"The pair!"

After hours of destroying all the items in his inventory. Then he can achieve the desired goal.

Upgrade: Repair Beginner Level 10 to Intermediate Level: 1.0%!

Your ability to repair item damage has increased, depending on skill level!

Now you can recover item damage down to maximum endurance while doing a thorough repair!

Now the Blacksmith Skill can be learned!

"Finally." Weed continued by repairing the equipment he was going to use. Because his equipment currently had very low endurance, and he did not want to spend money to buy new equipment.

"The pair!"

The cloak that had been torn everywhere was shiny like new. The dented armor here and there was already flattened. The originally cracked and rusted sword had already returned to its initial state.

Weed smiled with satisfaction, "Alright. Time to start."

Just as Weed stepped in to leave the cave, Alveron had already approached him, "I will help you to fight the Vampires."

"not yet. There's still one more step of preparation I have to make."

"All right."

Finally, Weed went alone to scout Morata. Now he inspected certain areas while investigating the hideouts of the monsters.

His search this time yielded many satisfactory results.

It turns out that there are many monsters that inhabit the interior of Morata. The coastal village is inhabited by black-haired wolves. They were level around the 170s. Fortunately, most of the wolves roamed alone. But, there was also the worst case when they were in groups, they numbered around 100 wolves at once.

Although very dangerous, Weed desperately slaughtered the wolves with the help of the Blessing High Priest. Finally, the dangerous hunt had yielded satisfactory results, the lost EXP had recovered, he had also reached level 182.

Weed's corner of the lips curved up perfectly, "Good hunting ground." Although he did not realize that his face was covered in blood and peppered with a sneaky smile, it looked extremely terrifying.

Usually hunting is done in the area around the city, this is to make it easier to save party members when pressed.

However, Weed bravely wandered the interior of the city dead to slaughter the most monsters, alone.

After being satisfied hunting and analyzing the surrounding area, Weed came to Alveron. "Healing me."

"Good."

Weed's body glowed golden, bathed in holy power to heal his wounds. Now, the bandage skill was already unnecessary, as long as there was Alveron by his side.

As expected of the strongest whale candidate who was level 320. Healing from him managed to cure Weed completely.

However, Weed could not make an NPC like himself die. Once he dies, that is the end of everything. Because, if the whale candidate died in the middle of the quest, then Weed's quest would automatically fail. Plus, the hard-earned friendship he built with the church of Goddess Freya will decrease drastically.

Hence, all this time Weed deliberately did not take Alveron anywhere, to find a safe path.

"Use protection magic."

"good. Weaken the evil forces that are trying to harm him. Holy Blessing!"

"Improve my strength."

"Improve your power to fight crime. Blessings!"

Weed was very satisfied with his blessing, Alveron was by far the best NPC Weed had ever met. Not only because of his high level, but he had a good personality as well. The good personalities of the NPCs were of course very useful, otherwise there would be a chance that the ingenious NPCs would deceive the players.

But Alveron took good care of his work and did not rebel. Of course this was a beneficial thing for Weed. 'An innocent and naive NPC was the best!'

After feeling Alveron's power for himself, Weed couldn't hold back any longer. He took Alveron around Morata to hunt. This was one of the initial goals of Alveron's presence beside him.

From where they passed, there would be a large number of monsters lying helplessly filled the interior of Morata, the blood of the monsters swarming in the snow.

Level Up!

Level Up!

With Alveron's help, Weed was quickly able to reach level 200. 'Finally!'

In Royal Road, level 200 was one of the in-game checkpoints. Level 200 servers have been open for 1 year 4 months.

While the average level players were mostly at level 100. And the Merchant profession set the most records at the 100s level. So, Merchants who are still leveled far below 100 are considered not talented in the business world.

But, undeniably, in Royal Road the number of low-level accounts was overwhelming to countless thanks to the constantly increasing number of new players entering. As a result each fortress is filled with cupu adventurers who dream of exploring the world.

Whereas, for players who have reached levels above 130 will be recognized to a certain extent. Normally, after reaching this point, most of them would join a guild.

If a player was already over level 150, they would be quite famous. Moreover, for players who are level 200s. It is also closely related to the continuation of the second profession.

Famous professions such as Knights and Archers could change their professions, depending on their individual preferences. This also applies to several types of professions such as Wizard, Cleric, Warrior, Thief, and Merchant.

New skills will be available. The range of skills that can be learned will expand significantly, and the skills owned will automatically increase.

Because of this, level 200 is called checkpoint.

In Royal Road, less than 20% of the total players were above the average of level 200.

With Weed's unusual strength and the notoriously weak Scluptor profession, it would be difficult to determine the comparison of his avatar's strength with other players. Weed also doubted whether or not there was, an advanced profession for him.

However, when Weed leveled up, his entire equipment had changed. On his head was Van Hawk's anti-magic helmet, while on both hands, he was wearing Rose Engraved Gloves. With a set of armor he wore, Weed looked like a Death Knight. But when staring at his two white-gloved hands, one would be confused by his true identity. It is not a good dressing combination. But, for Weed statistics were much more important than people's views.

"Alveron hide while following me quietly."

"Good."

Weed and Alveron headed to the village around the black castle. There, the Vampires wandered around to watch the castle. It is not difficult to find them if you want to.

Inside the village, more than 300 vampires roamed around. If not careful, the Vampires would easily smell the scent of Weed and Alveron's blood.

Weed and Alveron hid behind a wall to wait for a Vampire to wander alone, and away from his group. When the time came, Weed would appear to directly attack him with a flagship skill.

"Sculpting Blade!"

Surprisingly, the vampire was very easy to block Weed's attack with his arm. He revealed fangs as he grumbled at Weed, "You again?!"

Coincidentally it was the same vampire that Weed had killed before. 'He is the same Vampire and in the same place.'

"Good dong." Weed smirked in satisfaction, once again directly attacking him with the Sclupting Blade.

That dazzling light targeted the Vampire's neck.

"I think your burning spirit has brought you back to life. Wicked!" Vampires attacked Weed while healing his wounded arm.

Weed continued the fierce fight as before. A long fight was inevitable, if he wanted to kill that Vampire, Weed had to inflict enough damage.

The skill the Vampire put out before him did consume a lot of Mana, but he was over 270, way above Weed.

And again, in addition to the characteristics of the vampire race are dark magic, transformation, and a love for beautiful women. They are also the race that has the best Vitality. Other monsters of the same level were no match for let alone a player of a level much lower than him. Because in reality, the Pure Blood Vampire Clan had a special power option.

'Shit, I have to move faster!' Weed began to feel if his holy blessing effect would soon run out.

A second later, Weed's smile immediately rose upon learning that the Vampire was in a situation no less strange than his.

"I'll kill you again stupid man!!!"

Weed galloped towards Alveron's hideout while shouting, "Healing! Holy Blessing! Coming in!!!"

"Okay, I'll do it." Alveron came out of the hiding place to recover Weed's HP and supported him with various kinds of Holy Blessing.

Now the situation has turned around. Obviously victory would be on Weed's side. The corner of Weed's lips formed an evil smirk as he watched the Vampire's bewildered face before him.

He would never forget his burning rage the moment the monster killed him back then.

Upon realizing the situation was already unfavorable, the Vampire instantly took out a flagship Skill to escape. "I'll kill you next time! The Fog of Mist!"

His body turned into a lump of faint white mist.

This is a unique skill belonging to Vampires that can penetrate walls without being caught.

As the fog just squirmed to escape, it was immediately thwarted by Weed's sword, "Sculpting Blade!"

This skill can inflict great damage even to the soul of a monster.

"Noooooooooo!"

The vampire eventually took his life.

Weed was very satisfied with the pleasure of his revenge this time, even with Alveron's help.

From then on, Weed began hunting in the mountains and regional areas during the night and returned to the village during the day.

In the evening, thanks to the Moonlight Sculptor's passive skill, his stats increased by 30%. All the basic battle skills as well as sculpting skills and Art stats also rose. Thanks to this, Weed became stronger. However, at night the monsters also became stronger. Even most monsters, his strength increased by 50% stronger. On the bright side, the item drop and its EXP also increased significantly.

Other players will probably avoid this dangerous situation if they are in the same situation. But, for Weed, hunting was hard work that produced its own satisfaction after defeating stronger monsters. He even chose to hunt down the powerful monsters that were in groups when convinced of his strength.

Especially now, Weed had strong support behind him, Alveron. So, he could relax to raise the level. Thanks to Alveron's help as well, Weed finally ventured to hunt down the Vampires at night, despite the extra burden.

What made Weed cautious was Alveron's unsecured safety.

"Summon Death Knight, Van Hawk!"

Weed had killed Van Hawk a hundred times viciously. Now the Undead was entirely under his command. By making him join the battle, Weed managed to increase his familiarity with it.

In reality, Weed hated Van Hawk. How not, when Weed was fighting between life and death to hunt the Vampires and Wolves. While Van Hawk easily increased the level by taking Weed's EXP.

Weed had to hold back with all his might in order not to kill him immediately, as the presence of the undead was very useful at this time to keep Alveron safe.

...•••...

Please curse Van Hawk!

We also have to bully her all out!

Puahahahahahahahah!