The Second Room
Remirg was quite astonished at the appearance of a translucent door right behind the lonely pedestal lying in the center of the island. The door, even though quite hard to spot with the normal eye, it was exuding a majestic yellow prana which any newbie mage could perceive from a mile away.
He could never have comprehended that the small island, barely about the size of a few square feet, held so many secrets. Even though the floating monolith right above the island was still inaccessible to him, this new development was untimely.
It was the moment Remirg had taken his very first step towards the door that the Simulator popped him a notification.
A glance was enough to puncture his balloon of excitement.
[THE PLAYER, HAVING LEVELED TO -4, MAY NOT LEAVE THE TRAINING ISLAND BEFORE THEY HAVE COMPLETED THE SECOND QUEST!
THE PLAYER MAY TAKE AN INDEFINITE TIME TO TRAIN. RESOURCES NECESSARY FOR SURVIVAL WILL BE PROVIDED.
WHEN READY, THEY MAY VOLUNTARILY CHOOSE TO ENTER THE SECOND QUEST ZONE!]
[DURING THE TRAINING PERIOD, THE PLAYER IS FREE TO LEVEL UP. MORE ROOMS MAY BE UNLOCKED UPON LEVELING!]
Cursing loudly under his breath, Remirg Kryptos exclaimed out loud.
"Hello No!"
Hearing the protagonist's quite obvious reply, Mark seemed to be quite pleased. He liked the desired effect it had exactly like he had portrayed it himself.
Remirg stomped his foot in exasperation, feeling fed up with all the nuisance the Simulator was bringing him, even though the benefits he gained from it were quite huge as well.
Quite fuming with the recent developments, Remirg let out a sigh of dissatisfaction. He was also in no position to deny the Simulator's decision. Even though it was quite restricting, logically speaking, it was in the best of his interests.
It would kill two birds with one stone. With the concealment, he would be able to train for a long period of time in secrecy with the advantage of being hidden from the Kingdom's eyes as well.
Wavering that thought away and bringing the situation of the second room into consideration, Remirg Kryptos resumed in his path towards the almost transparent door.
Standing right in front of it, swiftly walking right beside the pedestal, Remirg drew in a deep breath, letting subtle amounts of the world energy to seep within himself, allowing a sense of sereneness overcome him.
Extending his right hand, he let a stream of prana particles flow, grabbing the door's handle, which, if had been brought into contact with a physical object, would pass right through it.
Remirg had already known the fact the moment he had seen the apparition of it.
It did not have a physical form. Rather than being an artifact imbued with prana to provide the object with magical properties, the door was rather an amassment of prana.
It was a kind of magic he had never encountered before.
With a slight "Shisu Kannas!", Remirg used the basic possession spell to manipulate the door's prana, effectively opening it. For him, it felt like it was an exercise posed to him by the Simulator to check whether he was hanging onto magic or not. And he really was.
But the opening of the door was the smallest part of what he was going to encounter next.
Behind the door was a large room, easily over ten meters long and 7 meters wide. The ceiling was quite plain looking and bore some prana torches lighting up the whole space a bright yellow, hanging midair.
On the far right corner of the room lay a lonely armor stand made up of hard Mahagony embroidered upon a fancy steel slab with detailed indents. Right beside it lay a modest bed made perfectly the size in which Remirg could sleep comfortably.
Beside the bed, a few feet away lay a lonely desk on which were kept a few books. The highly polished desk was accompanied with a straight-backed wooden chair, which, to Remirg's great satisfaction, was not rickety.
A few hands away from it was another door, though it seemed to possess no prana at all. On the contrary to the other things, a plain normal door.
Besides them, no other thing adorned the room. It was quite spacious and was potentially helpful in Remirg's practice as well.
Even though the room possessed the bare minimum for a normal day to day life, for Remirg, it was no lesser than a heaven.
Having lived in a shack for thirteen years of his life, Remirg had almost forgot what the house of an earning commoner looked like. All he was accustomed to was skulking in a small shack barely enough to allow him to pass days.
A genuine smile was already adorning his face. He had received more things from the Simulator than he had imagined. It felt like it was a harbinger to his life. A torch leading his way out of a restrained life, bringing him to the open world of joy.
Stepping inside the enclosed space, making a muffled thud on the beautifully wooden tiled floor, Remirg took a schematical look around himself, checking whether the room possessed any sort of item hidden from plain sight.
And with the positive results came a feeling Remirg had never felt before. Of belongingness and gratefulness. He felt a connection with the Simulator he had never had before.
It was like it was his very existence itself. His heart, his soul, his everything.
Slowly sitting over the warm bed, Remirg chuckled softly. The bed felt cozy and looked as if it was screaming to him, "Tuck in!"
The darkly painted concrete walls of the room were flawless and didn't possess any mark or blemish.
Somehow pulling himself up from the bed, he made his way over to the table, sitting on the chair, straightening his back. It was comfortable. More comfortable than sittin on a chair with a broken back, which constantly swung back and forth, creating a feeling of uneasiness.
Mark, who was watching the whole drama could not hold in his laughter. It seemed that the shock of being stuck on the island was not enough for Remirg. For the next notification he was going to send surely would. And it would hit hard.
And as Remirg was making his way to the other door inside the room, the Simulator posted him a new notification.
[NIGHT IS GOING TO FALL! PREPARE TO FEND OFF THE NIGHTLY CREATURES!]