Sleight of Feather (Rare) – Elusiveness came in many ways, including transforming part of your body and reemerging in a place your opponent wouldn’t expect. Transform part of your body into a black feather briefly and resummon in the desired place.

  Poison Immunity (Legendary) – The Plague Doctor has mastered all there is to poison, it's only given that he has gained complete immunity to them. Grant complete immunity against any poison.

  Death Poison March (Mystic) – The Plague Doctor's mastery over potions is not just through his knowledge but through his very being. Apply Poison to anything you touch. A stronger connection will result in a stronger poison.

  Plague Doctor Gift (Mystic) – The Plague Doctor's favourite poison turns hope into despair. Turn potion into poison. The strongest Potion is the strongest Poison that shall be created to replace it. Createn Poison will have the same color and taste as the targeted Potion.

  Dipping his head against a pillow, he examined the offered skill again. And now he was convinced that taking down the Plague Doctor first was an incredible blessing. Just how many people would it kill if he were left alone?

  As for the skill, he eyed the second one. It's the most tame choice compared to the rest. The first one would be useful, but it was not clear on its limit. And the doctor was able to shape his feather into a weapon, something that Rue couldn’t do; it was probably another skill of the Plague Doctor classes, which he wouldn’t be able to get, as he was not willing to trade his current class for it.

  The last two skills are concerning. It sounds like something a maniac would love to have. No doubt, it will be useful against monsters. But, if he were to compare both of them to a complete Poison Immunity… The choice is obvious in his mind.

  Rue decided to go with the Poison immunity.

  Name: Rue.

  Level: 26→32.

  Race: Human.

  Class: Frost Swordsman Lvl 23→28

  Magic Vein (Stone): 75%

  HP: 2559/3287

  Mana: 3129/3129

  Strength: 235

  Vitality: 257

  Dexterity: 253

  Arcana: 425

  Mind: 259

  Perception: 115

  -Skill (9/15)-

  - Fireball (Common)

  - Time of Obsidian Ice (Rare)

  - Frost Shrapnel (Uncommon)

  - Frostbite Sword (Mystic)

  - Glacial Wake (Uncommon)

  - Spiral Swipe (Uncommon)

  - Edge of Winter (Rare)

  - Liquid Light (Rare)

  - Golden Dominion (Mystic)

  -Passive Skill (12/15)-

  - Cold Resistance (Uncommon)

  - Cold Healing (Uncommon)

  - Icen Frost (Rare)

  - Frost Pulse (Uncommon)

  - Balance of Ice (Uncommon)

  - Heart of Tundra (Uncommon)

  - Parrying Sense (Uncommon)

  - Weapon Throw (Common)

  - Will of Steel (Rare)

  - Sweeping Strike (Common)

  - Willow Tree Sword Style (Uncommon)

  - Poison immunity (Legendary)

  Suddenly, with some time to relax, he lay across his bed. And closed his eye, A great weight of bizarre relief crashed inside of him. Rue wanted to sleep, but he had to attend the meeting first. He only hoped he got a watch rotation that allowed him to immediately rest after this.

  His door opened, Junior and Soma sauntered in. But there’s a third person, Rue recognizes. He sat up and stared at Lars, who held an annoyed look across his face.

  “What are you doing here?” Rue asked, trying to keep his tone polite.

  Lars clicked his tongue and glared at Junior.

  “He looked like he had nothing to do,” Junior said. “So I dragged him here. Isn’t this great? Rue and Lars are two of the strongest. Now our group will be unbeatable.”

  “What group?” Lars growled. “How Lukewarm… That White hair woman said that they do not know where to put me and told me to stay in a room on the highest floor. But, every room on this floor has been taken!”

  Rue hummed. Mey probably did that on purpose, intending to drive Lars to communicate with others.

  Stolen story; please report.

  “Well, we got some time, now let's talk about this.” Soma brought out his circus ticket. An identical one lay on top of the bookshelves. “Are you going?”

  “These are?” Lars asked, eyeing the ticket. Junior filled in Lars, offering a brief explanation.

  Rue did not miss the determined gaze in Soma’s eyes. They might as well burn, like the color of his hair. But, there’s really no point for Rue to go, really. Well, if he can slay Joya… Now that will be something.

  “I don’t–”

  “Can I have the ticket if you’re not going?” Lars cut him off.

  “You want that ticket?” Soma blinked, making it a question. “Something wrong with your class?”

  “I will kill this clown,” Lars said simply, “If I could go alone to this circus, it would be much more convenient.”

  “Wait, hold on… What about the class offered to me and Eur? I know he doesn’t need it. But, I want it…”

  “I believe, taking care of one of these monsters is much more important, no?” Lars' eyes narrowed down on Soma.

  Soma, who had nothing to say to that, merely gritted his teeth. His ticket crumpled under his hand. But the fire still burning inside him, he did not plan to back down as he defiantly stared back at Lars.

  “Stubborn one, are you? For someone very Low level…”

  “Guys,” Junior, sweating, he laughed trying to sound cheerdull but fail miserably. “Let’s get along…”

  “It’s too risky, Soma,” Rue cut in.

  “That's easy for you to say,” Soma scowled at him.

  “How about this? I will offer a trade to you,” Rue said. He tapped his spatial ring, and a red scroll appeared out of thin air.

  Lion of the Morning Class Scroll (Unique)

  “This is a class scroll I earned during my first phase.” Rue tapped the red scroll against his left palm. "Why risk meeting Joya, when you probably still have to go through this ‘shedding’? I can trade you this scroll instead. Honestly, I’m not sure what the Lion of the Morning class is, but it's better than a normal class or risking going to the circus. So, what about it?”

  Soma hummed, he scratched his chin, thinking. “This doesn’t seem fair to you…”

  “Then just see it as me sponsoring you. Promised me you will lend me your help all through the tutorial.”

  “That’s it?”

  “I think that’s a big deal.”

  “Well, sure. If that's all you want,” Soma handed Rue his ticket. He examined the red scroll, and his hand was twitching to open it. Before he lifted his head and questioned Rue. “Wait, why do you even need it?”

  Turning to Lars, he had to battle a grin from creeping in. “Loner, now I'm the only one who has these tickets. I'm willing to trade”

  —------------

  Joya paced back and forth in the dark room. The mosaic black tile made it more aesthetic. If he could remove this shade of dark and carry it with him… that would be amazing, he can think of a dozen trick already.

  “Yes, yes. I could even get it ready for the next performance,” Joya summoned a notebook and began furiously scribbling on it.

  “Jo–Joya.. have you heard?”

  Joya kept scribbling. Just a few more seconds, he will write down the grandest idea he has ever had!

  “J.. Joya? Maybe you didn't heard me? I can keep calling you right?” The girl kept calling.

  Joya closed his notebook and clicked his tongue loudly. The girl yelped, falling on her butt. Efania was beautiful, still is. But unfortunately, she had taken both of her eyes, and a black blindfold was tied around her. She gouged her eyes out to stop herself from studying.

  What a waste… it would be hard to perform with no eyes. And performance is humanity's greatest capability! One shouldn't take away their ability to perform; it's not right. It is absolutely not. So that is why Joya did not like this girl.

  “Hear what?”

  “Alfred! He died!”

  “Poor thing,” Joya hid a smile. He hates Alfred more than Efania. He had killed so many potential audiences. True, some booed him, so those people can just die. But most can be taught! Chain them to their audience seat and make them watch his performance. Such an easy and simple solution shouldn't be ignored.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes! Poor Alfred. Oh, Alfred,” Efania began sobbing. “What did he ever do wrong? He killed, so no more tragedy can happen. So no more tragedy needed to be written. So no more poor scribes in the future had to read such a horrible tragedy!. Unforgivable. Such… such an act of killing him… I will find who did it. I promise, Joya, I promise.”

  “Sure, you do that, Efania,” Joya said. He didn't care. He clicked his long claws against each other, he had cleaned them thoroughly of the unsightly blood. “What of Bondred? His worship of his brother is quite concerning, I always find.”

  “Bondred? He said he will take revenge. But apparently, they have been gathering in large numbers. So he planned to use his food…Oh! Why don't we take revenge together? Why does such a thought just cross my mind? Well, Aegis said he doesn't care. But with the three of us! What could possibly stop us! How wonderful…”

  Joya just shook his head and stifled a sigh. What's wrong with her brain? He wishes to speak to someone normal these days. But Aegis and Bondred got more screw loose than she did. Well, for now, he had to prepare for the audience. Surely they would come, if they do not… then he would have to chain their legs, or maybe saw it and forced them to watch.

  —------

  Light Liquid Sword (Rare) – By the light and his blessing, Roh has created a sword that would imitate the effect of his favorite spell, Sword of Light. Extend and bend Light Liquid Sword and catch your enemy off guard. A perfect weapon against the unsuspecting.

  “Well, how about this?”

  “I will be trading the chance of getting a Mystic sword and a Mystic Mask for this?” Rue snorted. He lifted the white, stark sword. It's blade thin like a katana, and sharp on one side while completely blunt on the other. This would be a good weapon to practice combat with.

  But, unfortunately. Sword is one aspect that Rue already got covered. Well, to be fair, he could use a good one-handed weapon. He did not like the thought of relying on his spell for a sword; his mana could be gone. And Dancer Sword did not fit him at all.

  “Exactly, chance. I saw you fight. You think you can take one of them by yourself?” Lars scowled from where he sat on the floor.

  “I will level soon enough,” Rue shrugged. Then he summoned his Frostbite Sword. Cold rattle inside the room, drawing a sharp gasp from Junior and Soma. Their eyes widen as a sword made of sharp, jagged ice appears on Rue’s arm.

  “What is this?” Lars crossed his arms, not impressed. “Showing off. How lukewarm”

  Rue could swear a vein bulged on his forehead. “Yes, exactly. I will crash this sword into yours. If my ice sword did not crack, then I will accept”

  Lars smiled, a victorious smile. “But if I lose?”

  “You give me three of these. I will give them to Soma and Junior”

  Before Lars could protest. Both Soma and Junior jumped to their feet, and they let out a loud cheer in this small room, making Rue almost drop his sword to his feet.

  “I always knew you were a good man when you first came Eur!” Junior sobbed.

  “I promise to help you in any way for the tutorial.” Soma bumped his fist together.

  “Hold on, I haven't agreed…”

  “Lukewarm Loner, you have more of these, right?” Rue said, tapping the white sword on his bed.

  Lars clicked his tongue. “Fine, then let's do it.”

  Rue nodded. And he put the Light Sword on the edge of his bed and bookshelves. He raised his FrostBite Sword ready to swing down. “This is acceptable?” He asked back to Lars, who gave him a slight nod.

  The door opened, and a chef appeared carrying a tray full of an amazing aroma that wafted instantly through the small room.

  “Hello!” The chef smiled. He is a kind man with a thick mustache. He wore a tall chef's hat that looked stupid, almost as if intended for comedic effect. “Food, enjoy!” He said, putting the tray on Rue's bed. It was bread that was still steaming somehow.

  “Oh, thank you!” Junior exclaimed, picking the bread. He brought it to his mouth and ripped a big chunk. “Mmm, delicious! Good man, who are you? Did you have a chef class, perhaps? Who are you?”

  Soma grabbed one of the breads, and he split it into two. The exploding aroma assaults Rue scent, and it smells like something he was familiar with. A substance he has no history of, but it responded to his body. Why?

  “It's an honor! What an honor you have given me!” The chef cried. “My brother would have been proud of this bread. Good sir! Thank you! Thank you so much. I’m afraid that under some unforeseen condition, I shouldn't reveal my name. But, this honor you have given me, I will carry!” The chef flourishes deep, reminding Rue of Joya.

  He left the room before Junior could reply. And Junior fell like a mannequin, head crashing against Rue’s bed frame.

  “Poison,” Rue muttered.