“Holy shit!”
“What’s wrong with this guy?”
Stark hadn’t realized it, but although he was smiling, his anger made it so that just like inside of the rift against Sierra, his aura surrounded his body like some kind of armor, and his eyes replaced by pure white aura, a trail of power coming out of them, warning anybody close that he was a dangerous person.
He could see normally, but to all those around, all they saw was a human with an overwhelming crimson aura on his figure.
Thus, everyone avoided him, and when they did talk and point at him, he would just stare back, and they would immediately shiver and go away as they didn’t want to deal with him.
He was only level 31, but his aura made it seem as though he was over level 200, maybe because [Domination] was just too powerful of a class?
It didn’t take long for him to calm down and reach a hotel near the ‘Classifier Trading District’ though, calming down and ordering a room for the next few weeks, he had the money for that after all.
Soon enough, he reached his room, and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the day’s events.
It had only been 24 hours for him, but around 3 weeks in the real world, so the reality of this situation took some time to hit him.
While looking at the ceiling of his room though, he opened the panel with the purple poster card.
“Fellarburg ClassiTop Meeting…” he mumbled the words of this event.
He knew the name, date, hour, and location, plus the Archer King would be there, so why not just go? What did he have to lose?
Of course, entering a private property with the 100 most powerful classifiers in Fellarbug alongside their young lings would seem dumb, but for some strange reason… Stark felt that everything would be fine.
‘Can’t really stay idle and do nothing though…’
After all, he still had two days to prepare for whatever was coming, and he had little to no information.
And so what was the best solution he thought of?
WELL! Of course it was to head inside the ‘Memories Museum’ and train with new skills/potions, what else could it be?
The first thing he did was open up the fridge inside of his hotel room’s kitchen and grab the 10 sparkling water bottles that were there, they were given to him for free by the reception, and it was amazing timing.
“Potion Crafting!”
[Do you want to summon your brewing station?]
[Brewing station level: 1]
[Y/N]
He clicked on ‘yes’, and the wooden table he had seen before appeared in front of him out of nowhere.
Then he pulled out 10 [Crystal Shards] and put them on the table alongside the [Sparkling Water].
…
[Crystal Stun Potion]
[Perk:] Throwable potion, if you manage to hit your opponent with it, the liquid will temporarily stun them!
[Ingredients:] 1x Crystal Shard, 1x Sparkling Water
…
And immediately as he opened this potion’s panel.
[Crystal Shard 10/1; Sparkling Water 10/1]
[Do you want to craft 10 ‘Crystal Stun Potions’?]
‘Yes…’ Stark nodded to himself as he confirmed the crafting of the Crystal Stun Potions.
The wooden table before him began to emit a soft glow as the Crystal Shards and Sparkling Water combined, transforming into the shimmering white potions one by one.
And after a few minutes… ten glasses appeared in front of him.
[ x10 ‘Crystal Stun Potions’ have been crafted]
Not wasting time, he put everything inside his [Spatial Inventory] and summoned the ‘Memories Museum’ door, which appeared before him with a soft shimmer.
‘Alright… just two days…’ he sighed, ‘Need to get familiar with those potions and the new skill…’
And so as he stepped through the threshold and entered the memories museum, he noticed that another display had appeared, and it was obviously Sierra’s.
‘Let’s do this,’ he gently slapped both his cheeks and began to select multiple bosses to fight at once.
[2 days before incident]
***
(2 days later)
‘Phew~’ Stark emerged from the black door of the ‘Memories Museum’, a big smile on his face.
He had played with the [Crystal Stun Potions], even going outside to a market and buying 100 sparkling water bottles, and he also experimented with [Target Manipulation].
And Stark couldn’t lie… both of these were extremely good.
[Target Manipulation] was what surprised him the most though, as although it looked like a skill used only to move a target in one direction, if he manages to do some things right, then it could end a battle really quickly.
But this wasn’t all the news for now.
Since around a day ago, when he attempted to craft yet another potion…
THIS panel appeared:
[You have proven your basic skills as an ‘Alchemist’]
[You can now upgrade your ‘brewing station’ to level 2!]
[Y/N]
‘Level 2…’ Stark muttered to himself as he read the panel before him in the Memories Museum.
He obviously clicked on Y and…
[Good job, Alchemist! Your brewing station is now level 2, you can now craft 2 potions at once!]
The appearance of the ‘Brewing Station’ didn’t change much except for the fact the table, cauldron, and brewing stand looked less damaged than before.
But that new perk to craft 2 potions at once massively reduced his crafting time as he would have usually been able to craft only one potion at a time, taking up precious time.
‘This is good…’
And to add to that…
[You have upgraded ‘Alchemist’ to level 3!]
[You have upgraded ‘Potion Crafting’ to level 3!]
He used up his skill points to give these skills a boost in level as they had been stuck at level 1 for a while.
But now… today was the day the ‘ClassiTop Meeting’ was happening.
He put on his normal clothing, as well as his [Crimson Moon Bunny Mask].
The reason wasn’t to hide his identity, but to guarantee him safety, after all not even those all powerful classifiers would attempt to defeat someone with as much potential as him.
This was his logic, and it was well… interesting, but also flawed, since if someone just wanted to get rid of him, then they could do it.
Anyway, it was better than showing his face and being targeted later.
He checked the time, it was 13:45, and it would take him around 30 minutes to arrive to his location as the ‘Campbell Institute’ was a giant dome-like building where only the elite are allowed, so it was situated in the middle of the city with many guards surrounding it.
‘Got this… and that…’ he checked everything before smiling and leaving his hotel room.
He hailed for a taxi and ordered the driver to bring him close to the location of the institute.
While looking outside the windows, he saw many screens displaying the faces of the classifiers that would participate in this ‘elite’ meeting, as well as many videos showcasing their abilities.
Stark grinned, looking at his aura-filled hands, then peering inside of his [Spatial Inventory], looking at the objects floating inside of the space.
He would surely fight against many people, but it was fine, he was confident that he wouldn’t die after all, so as long as he managed to do ‘THAT’, then surely… it would be fine.
[30 minutes before incident!]
