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Name: Tarnished Gorc

Age: 1240

Power Level: 175

Rank: Sentinel

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"Hehegehugeu." The monster let out an ugly laugh that sent chills up Tyr's spine.

"Strong... disgusting mother fucker." Tyr said, taking a step back and surveying the beast before him.

Standing, it was probably close to 20 feet tall. It was fully bald, with rotting pale skin and several giant open wounds and scabs all over its putrid body.

It was lanky and thin and sat down with its back bent over and one knee up. Its face was no less ugly, with a protruding nose, no ears, and a set of bloodshot eyes.

'Soul Mend: Dragon.'

Scales grew all over Tyr's body.

The Tarnished Gorc quickly stood up on seeing this, hauling a seemingly slow kick toward Tyr.

A few meters before hitting, however, the kick abruptly sped up out of nowhere.

Tyr's eyelids flew wide open as he thrust his wings to the side--narrowly avoiding the attack.

The Gorc's kick flew past him like a cannonball, the afterblow pulling his hair back slightly.

"Tsk... bastard. Flame Breath!" Tyr exclaimed. An enormous blast surged forth from his mouth.

After the flame settled, however, Tyr noticed that the monster was utterly unharmed.

"W-what..." He said under his breath, "No... I get it. Even if this is the mightiest flame, it means nothing to monsters immune to heat and flame in general..."

He understood that on a planet like the one he was on right now, where most creatures from Subworld couldn't survive, other beasts from here must have adapted to almost all types of heat.

The monster's lips pulled upward into a horrid smile. Before Tyr knew it, the lanky beast had lunged into a full blown sprint.

"Fucckkkk!" Tyr screamed, "YOU UGLY BASTARD! JUST HOW CREEPY CAN YOU BE!?" He turned, running the opposite direction.

The Tarnished Gorc quickly caught up to him, however. The smile on his face still not leaving.

"Soul Mend! Polaris Tiger!" Tyr's scales disappeared, replaced with fur instead.

'I can't use any other Soul Mend for another 10 minutes. I'll have to beat him with this.'

He suddenly sped up, making quick distance on the monster behind him.

"Ha... yeah bitch. What are you gonna do now?" He turned on his heel, dashing up into the air and unsheathing his spear from his back.

'Blink Step.'

He appeared right in front of the monster's face, thrusting his spear deep into its eyeball.

The beast was propelled backward, screaming in pain as if it were a toddler.

A smile appeared on Tyr's face, his eyes widening with exhilaration. The monster tumbled all the way onto its back with a loud slam.

"Hahaha!" Tyr's laugh roared. He repeatedly stabbed the monster in the eyes and head over and over again.

"Die! Die you fuck! Fuck you, you ugly, disgusting fuck!"

After over 20 stabs, the beast finally stopped screaming and squirming in pain and died.

[You have slain a Tarnished Gorc.]

[You leveled up!]

Tyr deactivated his Soul Mend as well, but not before tearing into the beast's chest and retrieving an A-Grade Beast Core.

He then walked off the chest of the beast before falling on his ass, panting with exhaustion and adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

[Your brain has acclimated to the aging process of Tarnish.]

'Is that the name of this shit hole planet?' Tyr asked rhetorically.

[Your aging has been increased by a factor of 24x]

'Huh...'

[1 hour will count as a day.]

'What...'

[1 day will count as 24 days.]

[1 month will count as 24 months]

'What the fuck...'

[This effect does not apply to those within Infinite Domain.]

'Master!' Rudra suddenly exclaimed at that moment, 'Im afraid neither I nor Ares will be able to survive that environment.'

'I can survive any environment!' Ares exclaimed out of nowhere.

"Okay... want to test it out? I'll unleash you for only a mome--" Tyr was interrupted.

'Why would I want to go out in that shithole? Screw that...'

"Sure man..." Tyr said, shaking his head.

He looked around, "I need to find a way back. On top of that... I need to get stronger and find my way around this place before I get slaughtered by a gang of those ugly freaks." He stood up, beginning to trek toward a certain direction.

***

Hanzo, Malon, and Noa were escorted outside of the ice chamber by the middle aged man.

The place looked to be inside of one of the mountains surrounding Ovalantis.

From there, they were taken by Imperial Knights into the main gates of the kingdom.

After that, they were assigned their separate services to their lords and given a certain timespan to complete their jobs.

Hanzo's job was to be nothing more than a farm stable within a outskirts city named Pennion.

He had to clean, wash, feed, and take care of various animals such as cows, horses, pigs and more.

His time would end in exactly 3 weeks, so he didn't waste any time and began working day in and day out.

Malon on the other hand had it a bit easier. He was a chore boy for the Thors Hunter's Guild in an outer city named Kastel.

Cleaning up messes, serving customers, and basic house keeping were his duties. He had to serve for about 3 weeks and a half.

Finally, Noa was to help a clothing store in the same city of Malon. She was to do housekeeping there as well, but her time was only 2 weeks.

Imagining she had some spare time, Noa first decided to try and see if she could get a gun for herself again.

A gun almost gave her her personality, and it had felt weird this entire time not having it.

She wanted to get one as soon as possible.

So, she decided to enter a blacksmith's shop nearby and try to get one tailored.

Upon stepping inside, the place looked like any old smithery. Noa walked to the back, where a man in his mid-sixties stood behind a counter rubbing a large greatsword with a white cloth.

The sounds of metal clanging in the background reverberated through the air as Noa spoke to the man behind the counter:

"Hi... do you guys do weapon orders? Tailor-made."

The old man looked Noa up and down before looking back at the weapon he was cleaning, "Depends on what it is..."

"A gun." Noa said with a straight face.

The man stopped, as did a few other blacksmiths as they heard Noa speak.

"A what? Gun? Pahaha! Why are you coming to a blacksmith for a gun?" The man exclaimed, causing a few other men to also chuckle.

"Because no other business can make the gun that I want."

"Oh yeah? And what type of gun is that?"

Noa paused for a second. A few other blacksmiths in the place also glanced over at the young lady.

After the pause, she abruptly grabbed the greatsword out of the old man's hand.

She held it by the handle with ease with just one hand. The sword was almost one and a half times the size of her entire body, yet she pointed it at the blacksmith's neck without any signs of struggle.

"A gun thats a bit bigger than this right here," Noa said with a smirk on her face.

The old man's smile turned to a frown, "Okay... I understand. Now put down the weapon you crazy lady!" He said with hands raised.

*Weeks later...*