TravelingDreamer

B4–Chapter 6: Between Fire and Forgiveness

Author's Note

Hi everyone,

Thank you all for your well wishes and care.

After leaving the shelter, we had a quiet night, and I hope this will hold since today is the Jewish New Year.

T.D.

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When I added the crystal from the final guardian of the beef dungeon to my inventory, it appeared in the Small Mana Crystals slot. Taking it out and looking at it again, I was in total disagreement. It was the size of an apricot! Small? How big is the Big Mana...

Announcement

Hi everyone,

No chapter today. We spent most of the day in the bomb-shelter, were out for less than an hour, and back in.

If anyone has a line to Iran, please tell them to stop bombing us 🤪

B4–Chapter 5: Beef Supply

I spent the next day trying to fix the Clean spell without success. When I built it, I essentially designed it to eliminate anything that wasn’t part of the person or item it was cast on. Apparently, the Clean spell didn’t consider dead skin tissues and tooth fillings part of the person or dye part of the clothes. I checked the Purify spell and saw it would have the same issue. The spell removed any organism that wasn’t a part of the person or item it was cast on, but the problem was th...

B4–Chapter 4: Scrubbed into Submission

After breakfast the following day, the lingering smell of coffee still clung to the air as I closed the house and continued feeding my core. It devoured piles of junk with a fascinating and disturbing hunger. The distant clink of metal scraps falling into the center of the heap filled the otherwise quiet yard. I pulled out the spell marble blueprints, reviewed them one by one, and settled on the Clean spell. Starting with the outer mana mesh, I let my fingers trace the delicate patterns of th...

B4–Chapter 3: Cores, Scrolls, and Patrols

Mahya and I re-drew the circle to feed the cores, and she positioned herself near one of the piles to fill them up. I hurled my core onto the top of a different pile and told it, “Bon Appetit.” Within minutes, I heard the junk collapse into the depression it created in the middle. Sadly, it didn’t work like in a dungeon—no liquid acrylic paint flowing toward the core to be absorbed.

Oh, well.

To ensure there were no enemies approaching, I soared up and did a slow ...

Scraglin Behemoth

B4–Chapter 2: I’m Beginning to Suspect This World Might Be a Mistake

Sadly, my Blade Storm obliterated the ritual board for feeding the cores, and we had to make a new one. Mahya stored the core before moving toward the Gate, so it was fine. Although, I was pretty sure nothing would have happened to it, regardless. I wanted to ask her why she didn’t store the board as well, but refrained. Mahya tended to get annoyed if someone pointed out her less-than-brilliant actions. Knowing who you were dealing with and acting accordingly was always better—no reason t...

Goblins at Last!

B4–Chapter 1: Goblins! Yay!

The moment I crossed the Gate, my entire body seized, muscles locking in a sudden spasm before releasing, leaving me weak-kneed and gasping for air. A flood of relief followed, along with an unexpected wave of euphoria. The sensation was familiar—similar to all the times my mana level had increased—but sharper, more intense. And the euphoria... that was new. Usually, it was just a clench and then a release, but this time, it hit me like a rush of pure exhilaration. While I was catching my...

Zindor - Part I - Spoils of a Shattered World

B3—Epilogue: The Butterfly Effect

Zalthorian Rumul Drayveth Tharn Orellis the XXIV, the king of Crystalholm, was at a loss. No matter what he attempted the last year and a half, the situation was getting worse and worse. If he was honest with himself, the situation had been bad for a long time before that. When he ascended the throne of Crystalholm, he inherited an empty treasury and heavy debts to The Golden Reliquary. His ancestors were incompetent in managing the kingdom’s funds, and the extensive r...

B3—Chapter 66: Final Goodbye

We were eating breakfast when Mahya asked me, her voice casual but thoughtful, “You think you can get the RV back from your core?”

“I think so, but why?” I raised an eyebrow, pausing mid-bite.

“I hoped to get an offer after I finished the blueprint, but nothing.” She shrugged, a hint of frustration in her tone. “Maybe, if I actually convert the RV, with a core and everything, I’ll get an offer. I don’t think doing another Jeep will do the trick. I mean, I got the...

B3—Chapter 65: Rain, RVs, and Reckonings

When we crossed the Gate to Earth, of course, there was a torrential rain. What else did I expect? It matched my “excitement” for being here perfectly.

Rue immediately complained. “Rue hate rain!”

That reminded me of something, and I asked him, “In Lumis, when we were sailing, and it rained, you had no problem with it. Why is it a problem now?”

“Rain in Lumis nice. Rain on Earth not nice.” He declared forcefully.

“What’s the d...

John's Updated Profile

Name: John Rue
Age: 20

Familiar: Rue Level 13

Display Class: Healer Level 12
Healer Spells:

• Heal Muscle - 22

• Diagnose - 17

• Stop Bleeding - 6

• Heal Bone - 15

• Control Blood - 14

• Healing Touch - 25

• Neutralize Poison - 5

• Purify - 20

• Clean - 22

• Anesthesia - 14

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B3—Chapter 64: The Art of Procrastination

I was in no hurry to go back to Earth. First, because it was Earth, and second, I was postponing Mahya’s annoyance about the indiscretion in the Archive. And I had the perfect excuse—my Storage was too full, and I wanted to get to level ten in my Merchant class.

I took out all the dishes I got from lord Damarion’s spire and re-examined them. The plates consisted of a substance that wasn’t china or porcelain but resembled both. It was as breakable. I fed some chipped plates to th...

B3—Chapter 63: How to Avoid a Slap, Outwit a Marquess, and Feed the Poor

I was in no hurry to return to Earth and face Mahya and her head slapping. Instead, we flew until I found a spot almost impossible to reach without flying. The ground below was a twisted mess of rocks and thick roots crisscrossed like a web of natural traps. Dense foliage hung low, hiding any semblance of a trail. The terrain had an irregular slope, with sharp drops hidden in the underbrush, and sudden rises made climbing treacherous. In the center of this natural maze was a meadow with grass...

B3—Chapter 62: Revenge Best Served Expensive

Originally, I thought Rue and I would fly to our destination while invisible, but Rue wanted to ride the ATV. I didn’t want anyone to see him; his size was too unusual. After some thought, I found a solution. I changed my glamour to an old man with a white beard, switched my class to Wizard without mention of combat, and told Rue to turn invisible. His lack of visibility didn’t stop him from sticking his head out of the windshield and enjoying the wind.

We left the forested area in ...

B3—Chapter 61: A Plan in Motion

In the morning, we were in the middle of making breakfast when all of my new friends suddenly became as quiet as church mice. I looked around to figure out what had happened and saw the commander gripping the bars in front of the cell. His expression was strange. His face was red with anger, a vein throbbing in his right temple, but his jaw hung open.

Puzzled anger? Bewildered fury? Whatever.

“Good morning, Commander,” I said, waving.

His jaw snapped shut with a...

B3—Chapter 60: Jail Bird

We were eating breakfast when there were loud knocks on the door. Our butler opened the door, and twelve guards armed with crossbows marched into the suite, followed by three mages, judging by the wands they were holding. They immediately formed a circle around Rue and me, crossbows trained on both of us.

Rue growled, his massive body tensing as if ready to pounce. I sent him a quick telepathic message. “Settle down, buddy. Let’s find out what they want first. Don’t turn invis...