NEW REALITY

Grimbold looked up at me with a smile. "Ah, Eryndor! I see you're pleased with the sword."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Mister Grimbold. This sword is amazing. I don't know how you did it."

Grimbold chuckled. "It's all in the craftsmanship, my boy. And a bit of magic, of course."

 I looked at the sword and named it 'Vora'. Vora is a sword with a black, curved blade and a dark, polished wood hilt wrapped in black leather, featuring a distinctive silver wolf claw embedded in the hilt.

I grinned, feeling a sense of excitement. " Thanks again for the sword."

**

I left Grimbold's shop, after thanking him.

As I walked back to my house, I couldn't help but think about the past two days. I had been reincarnated in this world, and I was still trying to wrap my head around it. I had been given a system, and I was using it to kill monsters and level up. It was all so surreal.

I thought about the battle with the wolves, and how I had managed to take down the alpha wolf.

I couldn't believe that I had been able to create such a powerful sword. The attack power of 20 and agility of 10 were impressive, but it was the skill that really caught my attention.

And it has a skill, and its C+ tier.

Razor's Edge with it's 60 damage to single target , and 30 damage to all enemies within a 10-meter radius and 25% chance to make the target bleed, will be a game-changer in the future .

I couldn't wait to test out the sword in battle, to see what kind of damage it could inflict on my enemies. I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation.

As I walked down the street, I caught sight of my small apartment building in the distance, its windows glowing softly in the evening light. The sun had set, casting a warm orange glow over the city, and the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky.

I approached the building, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I climbed the short flight of stairs to the second floor. My apartment was the second door on the left, and I could see the familiar shape of the door handle and the small window above it, which was now a dark rectangle against the fading light.

As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my cluttered living room, now bathed in the soft glow of the evening. The room was small, with a single window that let in a sliver of moonlight, casting an eerie silver glow over the space. The walls were adorned with shelves, which were stacked haphazardly with books, scrolls, and various knick-knacks that I had collected during my travels.

The room was dominated by a large desk, which was covered in papers, quills, and inkwells. It was the workspace of past Eryndor, where he spent most of his time studying and working on magic. The desk was surrounded by a pair of chairs, which were worn and comfortable from years of use.

Against one wall, there was a small bed, which was neatly made and covered with a simple blanket. It was a plain but comfortable bed.

As I looked around the room, I felt a sense of comfort and familiarity. This was my new home, and I was glad to be back in it after a long day of adventuring. I closed the door behind me, and began to make myself at home, shedding my shirt, pants and shoes and settling into the chair.

The night was quiet and peaceful, as I felt my worries and cares melting. 

After taking a moment to reflect on my journey so far. I thought about Elara, and how she had helped me . I thought about Grimbold, and how he had helped me to create a sword.

I knew that I still had a lot to learn .

As I sat there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness, i missed my family. They used to nag too much I should be happy that I am away from the nagging but don't know why I am starting to miss that nagging. 

I thought about my family, and how much I missed them. I missed the way my mother used to nag me to get a job, and the way my father used to tell me to stop wasting my time. I even missed the way they used to argue with me about my future.

I wonder how are they now?

I sighed, feeling a pang of sadness. I missed my family, and I missed the life I had left behind. But I knew that I had to move forward, and make the most of this new opportunity.

As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with me. I had a new sword, and a new sense of purpose. But I still felt empty, like something was missing.

I stood up, and walked over to the bed. I lay down, feeling the softness of the blanket beneath me. I closed my eyes, and let out a deep breath.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but hope that tomorrow would be a better day. I hoped that I would find a way to shake off this feeling of emptiness, and find a new sense of purpose. I hoped that I would be able to make the most of this new life, and find happiness in this strange and unfamiliar world.

With those thoughts in my mind, I fell asleep, hoping for a brighter tomorrow.

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