Path to an Unknown Future

Remirg's jaw had dropped open upon the apparition of the loot the random loot box had to offer. Quite contrary to what he had been expecting while making a run for his life from the town, the item he had received was quite powerful. 

Even though it belonged to a Z-class mage, the suit provided ample accessories which could potentially help him in his further training sessions. Though still, the most important functionality it provided Remirg with was something quite obvious when one had a look at Remirg once.

He now no longer had to slide in into his ragged shirt and torn pants which gave more resemblance to rags rather than being called pants. The war had taken more than his parents. It had taken the most of his life. As well as his will to choose whatever he could wear.

His financial condition forced him to don on such measly outfits, but for the sake of mere survival, it was something which he, though unwillingly, had to do. A societal audacity which never, in the foreseeable future, is going to change.

But now, things were taking wild turns.

It had not been more than a week since he had been in possession of the Simulator. And since then, he had been rigorously training to level up (leaving the Simulator's nomenclature error, as Remirg believed it was), pushing both his physical, mental and magical strength to their possible limits.

In a matter of days, Remirg was now capable of taking on a battalion of twenty foot soldiers, unarmed with magic, which, was quite a tenacious achievement.

Nevertheless, making his decision, Remirg clicked on the "RECEIVE" button, tracing a semi-circle in the air, moving his hands with an elegant gusto.

The choice of his was quite obvious and justifiable.

As the Mage outfit slid right into his inventory upon its receiving, Remirg produced a content smile on his face. The smile of a person who was nearing the brink of success. The smile of a man with all of his dreams come true.

The musings in which Remirg Kryptos had been involved was no less than that. It was his dream come true.

Letting the Simulator don the elegant outfit of the mage over himself, Remirg could feel his head becoming more and more clear with each passing second. All the physical tiredness which was still lingering in his limbs even after entering upon the island's perimeters, vanished in a jiffy.

Even though the outfit seemed quite large and bulky for his improving physique, which was still quite thin, thanks to the years of consumption of unrefined and coarse food, the suit was no heavier than a piece of loincloth.

He could feel that his movements were not restricted at all. He could move all of his limbs flawlessly with a satisfactory ease.

But the one thing which made Remirg the happiest was the most trivial reason the suit was made up for. It made him look quite handsome. Though still, the style of the outfit was something not practiced on the planet of Sebras.

Having lived in a small shack of years and having no access to proper bathrooms or showers, he was a mess in himself, rarely washing himself once in a while in the nearby stream flowing through the dense woods behind his "so-called" house.

Even though his face was quite fair, bearing no marks or blemishes at all, his inert uncleanliness was something which repelled people from him like the two like poles of a magnet.

All that he lacked in his appearance was the situation with his clothes and his uncanny ear generation. 

As ear generation was something which he couldn't do anything about, the only way he had was to somehow get his hands into good clothes. And at last, his wish was met as a pleasant surprise.

Letting his prana slowly slide into the grooves engraved in the outfit itself, he found out that it possessed a prana storing equipment, in which he could pour in enough of his prana to make the suit glow at the grooves for a reasonable amount of time, color depending upon he himself.

But that was something of the least importance to him.

The most intriguing feature it provided him was that it was able to amplify his prana output.

It was of the utmost importance because it helped him overcome one of his greatest issues, namely physical bottlenecks. He would now be able to cast spells for a longer period of time without the need to use the surrounding world energy, which quite contrary to its name, used a lot a lot of his mental power, needing the utmost concentration.

Even though the environment on the island suggested some sweat, Remirg could feel a gentle breeze cooling his whole body down.

Looking down upon his rough hands, he thought to himself,

"I wish I had a mirror. It would be too exhilarating for me to see myself in this."

Somehow pushing that weird thought away from his mind, he launched himself back into the facade of problems he had to deal with ahead in the future. Just to think all that was making a chill run down his spine.

Even though he possessed powers unknown to others, he was still a nobody in the field. His powers would be of no use of the state and nobles were to send in an army of heavily weaponed soldiers to capture him.

His powers, namely possession magic, which was still at its first level, only let him manipulate the movements of one object only. Mass manipulation was a subject which he believed would be revealed to him later as he learnt higher levels of Possession magic, potentially unlocking more spells.

For that, he had no more time to spare. It was high time he needed to take serious actions. It now was not just about his ambition; it was about his very own survival. The current situation, as far as he considered the state, was already inclined on restraining that very fact.

It was in his brainstorming session that Mark commented in his mind, a sneer depicting clearly on his face.

"Dear fellow, would you like me to add a little sauce to your cheesy plan? Would you mind me making a teensy change to the situation?"

And it took not more than a moment for the new notification to pop up in front of Remirg,

[THE PLAYER HAS NOW UNLOCKED THE SECOND ROOM OF THE "TRAINING ISLAND"! THEY MAY PROCEED TO EXPLORE MORE PARTS OF IT AS THEY LEVEL UP MORE!]