Finding Objects

After vomiting, Ash started looking for items on the Robbers' bodies.

With disgust, he steeled himself to dig through their pockets.

Ting.

[You have found a Magic Stone.]

Ting.

[You obtained green gemstones.]

Ting.

[You have found a Healing Potion.]

Ting.

[You obtained red gemstones.]

Ting.

[You obtained purple gemstones.]

Ting.

[You have found a Strength Potion.]

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Ting.

[You obtained 50 gemstones and 50 regular items.]

[You have passed the trial stage.]

[You are now at stage 1.]

[You can see your Quests now.]

The sound of the notifications screamed in Ash's ears and only stopped when he finished searching the people's bodies.

As a result, his ears started ringing and he began to hear the illusion that the notifications were still ringing.

He patted his head and shook it, trying to drown out the hum from the ting-ting-ting-ting sound.

"Damn it..." he muttered and really wished he could make the notification sound silent.

Unbeknownst to him, a man with a thin and small body was sneaking up on him.

Once close, the person immediately pounced on Ash and they rolled around on the warehouse floor.

Ash tried to free himself from the man's grip. He hit the person on the head with his fist.

The person rolled away from Ash. He got up and wiped the blood that came out of his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned maniacally.

"Who are you?!" Ash yelled at him. His hand took his sword out of its sheath.

The person just chuckled as he looked at him, and took out his weapon. A pair of scimitars. He held both of them in front of his chest and twirled them expertly.

'What skill is that?' Ash was confused.

"Give me all the items you have!" the person ordered in a low and rough voice.

Ash snarled, "Why would I give it to you?!"

"That means you have to die!" said the person, then attacked Ash with fast movements. The scimitars in both hands swung right and left fiercely.

Ash could only parry the attacks. He knew from the games he had played, that skills like this were usually skilled at close-range attacks.

He tried to push the person back to get some distance. But his shoulder was injured. Several times the scimitar almost hit vital parts of his body.

Ash was pushed back against the side of the warehouse wall.

That person laughed, "It turns out you are still at a low level," he said, "give up. I am already at Assassin level, so it is useless for you to fight me."

Ash gasped. Assassin level means you are already at Advanced Skill.

"NO!" Ash parried the person's sword swing and then ran towards one corner of the wooden floored warehouse.

The person gave chase and swung his sword from above, directly at Ash's head.

Ash parried with a grimace, his left shoulder which had been shot felt very painful.

Suddenly the wooden floor broke and they fell into a curved hole. 

They rolled down deeper into it.

Ash stopped tumbling when his back hit the frame of the large fan embedded at the end of the hole. His temple hit a lever so hard that it bled, and the lever moved upwards.

The large fan at the end of the hole turned on and sucked in the air from inside the hole strongly.

The person who stopped right in front of the fan was slammed into the fan and his body was immediately cut into pieces by the fan.

Ash who was sucked in tried not to take his hands off the frame. He tried as hard as he could to lower the lever that controlled the fan.

A few splinters from the fallen floorboards hit his body, and almost his handrails came off the frame.

Ash kept trying to reach the lever and when he succeeded, he lowered the lever, and the big fan turned off.

He fell onto the floor made of steel plates and fainted.

***

Half an hour later, when Ash regained consciousness, he observed his surroundings and saw splatters of blood and flesh from the person who had wanted to kill him.

Suddenly he felt nauseous again, but he held it in.

He walked and looked for his sword. Luckily the sword got stuck in the bottom frame.

He tried not to look at the fan that was still dripping with blood and smelled fishy ​​and picked up his sword.

With his remaining strength, Ash climbed out of the hole and went out of the cursed warehouse.

He stumbled towards the tree he had been standing in, climbed up and took his backpack, then walked away from that damn place.

'I have to find a place to hide.'

'I have to hide quickly.'

Her mind was a little fuzzy but determined to find a safe place.

He walked without stopping until the sun began to rise shining on the sparkling sea water on the beach.

Realizing that he was standing in the shore, he stopped walking.

He put his backpack down and took out a bright green bottle.

'Can this healing potion work?' he thought, "Hhhh, there's no harm in trying..."

He opened the bottle's lid and drank all the contents from the bottle.

Then his body glowed softly on a greenish hue, and Ash felt his wounds no longer hurt.

He touched his wounded temple, and the wound was no longer there.

Curious, he opened the sleeve of his jacket and saw that the gunshot wound in his shoulder had closed.

His body felt refreshed, he no longer felt tired and achy due to being hit by blunt objects during the fight.

"Damn it, I was too panicked so I forget that I had a healing potion," he grumbled.

He looked at his surroundings and tried to find a safe place.

Then he saw a small-sized wooden ship floating near a coastal cliff, not far from where he was.

He thought for some time and decided to board that ship and float it on the sea so that no other players could get close to it on the sea.

"Perfect hiding spot, I guess," he mumbled.