Weed left Rega in full excitement. "It has been a long time since I’ve fought." He felt that he lost his sense of combat. Usually, he fought against difficult and dangerous monsters, but for the last few months he had been developing his craft skills. Combat was like walking on a tightrope. Against difficult and dangerous monsters, with only one slip you would fall. "Maybe I’ll die alone and forgotten…" He felt weak. Perhaps his source of fear was the fact that while he developed his crafting skills, everyone else was out hunting. It had been several months since he returned to the Order of Freya, and the last time he gained a level was the 9 levels he gained then. Sometimes he would get whispers from Pale, saying he passed level 190. With Surka, Irene and Romuna having about the same levels. Even Mapan reached level 160, and Hwaryeong reached level 210. Everyone moved forward, but Weed stood still. Though he cannot say he did nothing. During these past months, Weed had come a long way. His level didn’t increase, but his stats did, and he was able to learn a secret skill.
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"Oh my God!" "I’m going to die." At the sight of a monster they rushed into battle. Even against stronger monsters the Geomchis didn’t hesitate. Their goal was to get stronger. Striking quickly, they confused the wolf. Then, by maintaining pressure and attacking from different angles, they took it down. The more they played the more they became recognized as ‘A group of Crazy Men’. Five hundred players led by the first five Geomchis. "Um... Master?" "What is it, Geomchi2?" "It’s about Weed." The Geomchis didn’t often whisper to Weed, because they felt uncomfortable distracting the affairs of a man who did so much for them. However, Geomdulchi and Geomsetchi continued to interact with Weed. For one reason: Information was power! After all, if you knew more than others you could stand in front of the master; find tasty food, know which monsters dropped good loot, and much more. The two of them even learned cooking, all in order to be useful to their idol, their master, who even now surprised them. The master swung his sword as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. It was aimed perfectly, and the wolf could do nothing to avoid the sword! The disciples became spellbound when watching their master fight. "I know he’s a master swordsman, but…" "I know, he’s incredible." So everyone went out of their way just to please their master. Geomdulchi carefully continued. "Weed has completed his objective and is going on hunt." "Well, I want to see him fight. Indeed a man can only be assessed when he goes into battle with a strong opponent." "But he hasn’t fought for a long time. Isn’t that right?" "Yeah," said another Geomchi. "After such a long time, do you think he has forgotten how to fight?" "Well, what…" Oho-ho, their last words amused the master. "What’s so funny, after such a long time, your skills are bound to dull." "Geomchi2." "Yes, master?" "Predators do not forget how to hunt. Whether to hunt as a cat or a lion will be their call. "Well…I guess that’s true, master." While he agreed verbally, in his heart he thought different. Even outstanding athletes, after a long break became dull. "And warriors, when they sheath their blades for some time they will know." "What?" said Geomd; he hadn’t been paying attention to his master. "We must be able to separate ourselves from the blade. To achieve our goal we must not rely on drugs, or guns in our case. Learn to set aside the sword, and in your mind, continue to practice. That is one of the main methods of training.