4 Fighting ... Wood City ... Auction ...
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Alan was lying on a hotel bed in the town of Wood. He had just come to the town of Wood, on his way here, he encountered some bad guys that he sucked the blood and sacked them. He also found a group of mercenaries who were transporting a group of merchants to the Arceus Empire, seeing that they were going to the same place and that, they seemed to be good people, Alan decided to follow them.
He would leave the hotel tomorrow, and leave for Arceus's empire, with or without the mercenaries. He had also trained a little on controlling his strength, agility and reflexes. Unfortunately, he still did not know how to activate his skills, only unconsciously.
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~ Name: Alan Draco (Alan)
~ Title:
~ Race: 40% Human // 60% Vampire
~ Status: Healthy.
~ Hierarchy: Newbie Vampire. (13/50)
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~ Strength: 132
~ Mana: 114
~ Spirit: 209
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[Talents] - [Skills] - [Inventory]
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Releasing a weak breath, Alan got up, put on his clothes, and left. He was determined to explore this city, even if the sun made him a little weak and uncomfortable.
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Compared to medium-sized land cities, this town of Wood was no big deal. Like many other cities in this empire, she had a corrupt governor, many starved, had several slaves carrying things, a large drug and slaves market.
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In the center of town Wood, Alan saw a very curious plaque, he said;
[Hello, I am the destroyer. There are all who want to face me, come !!! ]
Looking at the arena that was not too far away, Alan saw a very tall, muscular man, he was all in shorts and had a heavy aura.
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Name: Hammer
Title: The Destroyer
Hazard level: Yellow
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Alan looked a little surprised, for the first time he had seen someone who had a yellow danger level, even the mercenaries were just green. Alan then wondered what his blood would taste like ...
Shaking his head, Alan looked at a point not far from the arena.
[Betting Center]
Seeing this, he had an idea and smiled evilly. A young couple standing next to Alan felt a shiver.
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"Hello, Young. Are you going to bet on the destroyer? "
Asked the man who made the bets, a smile on his face.
"No, I want to bet on myself."
Alan answered, smiling.
"Hahahahaha!"
The man then laughed and looked at Alan with mockery.
Waiting for the man to stop laughing, he wagered all his 8 gold coins on himself.
The coins were divided into three categories, at least Alan knew only three, they were: Bronze Coin, Silver Coin, and Gold Coin. 1 Gold Coin ~> 1,000 Silver Coins ~> 10,000 Bronze Coins.
After betting on himself, Alan headed toward the waiting queue of the arena, had only three people in front of him, and all three were green levels.
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After the three men in front of him fought, Alan climbed into the arena, looking sideways, he saw that the place was quite noisy and fought, and in front of him was The Destroyer, Alan was three times smaller than him.
Alan also saw that many were making bets and obviously, everyone bet on the Destroyer, something that made Alan fill with happiness.
* Trim *
Soon the noise that signaled the beginning of the battle rang. But, the two fighters were not one on top of the other immediately.
"Give it up, Kid. I'm three times taller, stronger and handsome than you. "
The Destroyer spoke, he wore a stupid expression, and there seemed to be an egg trapped in his throat.
Alan did not say anything, he just started walking calmly towards his opponent.
'Hmm?'
Strangely, Alan's opponent felt an increasing pressure as Alan approached him. Alan was very determined to finish the fight in seconds.
Step...
Step...
Arriving three steps from the Destroyer, Alan lifted his right arm slightly. Without anyone realizing it, Alan had distributed three punches to the Destroyer's chest, stomach, and face.
boom
With a heavy bang, Alan's opponent fell to the floor.
"Ended..."
Alan commented, coming down from the arena.
Everyone who was waiting for a Destroyer massacre was shocked, many had no reaction.
After descending from the arena, Alan went to meet the gambling center, he took the lush amount he won and left, quickly.
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It was not long before almost every town knew of Alan's battle and his appearance. The governor had also sent several invitations for a dinner with him, but to his unhappiness, he received no answers.
At that point, it was already night, and Alan with a silver mask, was at an auction, he noticed that if he used a sword, spear or sickle, he would be much stronger and would have much more efficiency in battle.
The auction he was in was done in an enclosed space, had many security guards, comfortable chairs and a stage for the presenter. Many hid their identity using masks. Alan could also note that he had three cabins back there and that it was closed with black glass, he imagined that the people who were there would be very special in this city or, in the empire.
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It did not take long for the presenter to appear, he introduced himself, spoke one or two antics, and started the auction.
" Well, let's go to the first item of this auction, this is a very special item ..."
The presenter talking about this, a beautiful lady moved forward with a small box that appeared to be very fragile.
Alan looked at the box with enough doubt, he did not think what item he had inside would draw much of his attention.
"What 's in the box is the core of an average beast of rank 2."
Alan heard many whispers and sounds of surprises at his side, searching for information in his memory, he soon understood why. It turns out that beasts were divided into 9 ranks with subcategories that are: Low, Medium, High, and Peak, and a rank 2 rank beast was as strong as an experienced mage, or a very powerful and fast swordsman.
In the nucleus also contained the life force of the beast and, if someone took a pill made by the nucleus, that person would probably live for a few tens of years.
Watching all this information, Alan smelled a very appealing scent from the core. He assumed that if he absorbed the vital force he had in the nucleus, he would probably become much more powerful and perhaps he would still rise in the vampire hierarchy.
"Let's start bids with 300 silver coins."
The presenter said, very confident.
"600 Silver Coins ..."
"1,000 Silver Coins ..."
"2 diamonds ..."
Soon a flood of bids came. Strangely, no voice came from the VIP lounge, Alan thought these people were not very interested or, they were expecting something more shocking.
It did not take long for the bids to stagnate, stopping at 20 gold coins, and that was a very small sum of Alan's profit.
Raising his arm briefly, Alan spoke;
"25 Coins of gold ..."
Seeing that no one else would bid, the presenter began the count;
"1..."
"2..."
"3 ... Sold to the young man in the silver mask."
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Many other items appeared in the auction, but none, in particular, caught Alan's attention, unlike VIP participants who bought many items, swords or armor.
Soon the auction ended, Alan got up, paid for his item, and left.
