Second World-Novel

Jeanny sent a reply, "Did you not check the details inside Guild page's interface? When we got members with certain talents, it provides some benefits to the guild as well."

"It did?" Jack was surprised.

"Yeah, go check it yourself. By the way, good job in recruiting him. Don't let him quit! His talents are pretty useful for our guild."

Jack quickly opened his Guild page window. He looked around amongst the various information that flooded the page. He still remembered how empty it was when they first started forming the guild. Now, with more members joining and more structures built in the Guild Headquarters, there was more information than what he was willing to spare the time to read.

He finally found it. It was under a new section that was described as extra effects due to members' talents..

Strategist (Saint John) = Increase the stats of recruited soldiers by 10%

Motivator (Jeanny) = Increase the speed of training soldiers by 20%

Instructor (Domon Fei) = Increase proficiency gained in training ground by 1 point and exp gained in training cave by 10%

Builder (Domon Fei) = Increase speed of structure building by 25%

Steel Concentration (Trinity Dawn) = Increase casting speed of magic soldiers

So there was this extra benefit for a talent. Even Trinity Dawn had a talent. Jack asked Peniel what that talent do for the owner. Peniel informed him apart from granting a boost to Intelligence stat, it also made it less likely for the caster's spell formation to disperse, even when getting hit by skill or spell that can disrupt spell, like Flame's Disrupting Shot.

But he soon felt downcast. Why was it that everyone's talents here except for his? He also got two talents but none of it gave any extra benefit to the guild. Probably he was truly not a guild material person.

Never mind. He closed the interface. He would contribute to the guild in his own way. Now, what he needed to do was becoming an elite class first. Jack headed over to the building that was at the opposite part of the whole complex. That was where the building for the Blade Dancer class trial was located.

On his way, he saw a commotion not far away. One man was arguing with a whole bunch of people. The argument turned heated, the group with numbers started to use their hands to shove the single man around. The lone man defied back, which got a response in the form of a kick. The single man fell over backward, it was apparent the man's strength was lacking compared to the one who did the kicking.

A classic situation of bullying. Jack was about to head over when he remembered that he was in a hurry. Sun had already set and the night was taking over, so he stymied his heroic compulsion for the sake of more important matters. His friends were waiting for him.

He glanced again at the guy on the ground as he continued walking. The guy stood back up and was shouting at the group. Man, he admitted the guy got balls! The group approached with menacing glares. Where were the patrolling soldiers? Wasn't this place suppose to be a high-end district?

He was about to forget about the whole matter and hoped one of the patrols came to resolve the matter when he took a good look at the guy being bullied.

'Hm?' Jack stopped. 'Another coincidence?'

He decided to head over. He had just found his grandfather not long ago. Could he stumble upon another person he knew again? As he got near and saw the guy's side profile, he was sure then. It really was someone he knew.

The guy in question was still in a quarrel with the group, there were six of them. They started shoving the guy again. The guy shoved back. Clearly not learning his lesson after the last kick.

The leader of the pack who had done the kicking before gave a sign for the others to stand back, he then said, "You should have known your place. So weak and still act so big. Our leader gave you a face by inviting you into our guild due to your past fame, yet you dare to reject. Seeing how weak you are now, I say it is good that you reject. Still, we can't let you off for turning our leader's offer down. It is humiliating. You should at least accept first and then let us kick you out."

The others laughed.

The leader gave the guy one last deriding look before making a lunge as he sent his fist toward the guy. The guy knew he was not his opponent's match, but he stood his ground. He closed his eyes, expecting to feel the pain on his face, but the impact never arrived. He opened his eyes and saw a fist was hanging right in front of him. His opponent who had thrown the fist looked to the side. His arm had been stopped by a stranger. He said with anger, "who are you? How dare you meddle into the matter of Six Rings of Prosperity?"

The stranger who he had scolded, however, was not even looking at him. The stranger was staring at the guy they had been bullying with a joyful face.

"George? It really is you! I can't believe I find you here," The stranger, who was Jack, called out.

The guy who had been called George turned to Jack. He was lost for a moment before saying, "Jack? What the hell? How many times have I told you to address me by my alias when in a game?"

"Your alias?" Jack gave the guy an Inspect. His alias was Paytowin. He was a level 31 Rogue. "Man, you are still using that ugly alias. I feel so uncool every time I call you by that name. Also, didn't you just now also called me by my real name?"

"Fine, then. Lone Wind, where are you doing here?"

"Just passing by. But my name is not Lone Wind anymore. My alias is Storm Wind now."

"Really? Why can't I inspect you, by the way?"

The man who claimed to be from the Six Rings of Prosperity was still having his fist in the air as his arm was held by Jack. He was incensed. This intruder was ignoring him. He had been trying to pull his arm away, but he could not budge at all. It was as if his arm was being clutched by a steel grip.

Angered by the constant disregard by this stranger, which embarrassed him in front of his people, he pulled out his mace and swung it at Jack.

Just as it was about to connect, Jack pulled his arm up and had the mace struck the man's own arm. A damage number appeared on the man's head.

"Wow! I never expected one could damage oneself by hitting his own body. This is a good experiment," Jack commented. He Inspected the man at the same time.

Suicide Prayer (Warrior, level: 31)

HP: 960

Guild: Six Rings of Prosperity

"Holy cow! You really know how to choose an alias. Even your name supports your act of hitting yourself!" Jack commented.

"You…!" Suicide was getting even angrier. He made another swing using his mace.

Jack easily pulled his arm again into the mace's path and had him damaged himself gain.

"Dude, you didn't learn, did you?" Jack said.

"Everyone! What are you waiting for? Attack!" Suicide yelled.

Just as his underlings were about to come forward, a loud voice halted them, "stop!" Everyone turned and saw a group of soldiers coming over. The lead of the soldiers, a Sergeant, spoke, "how dare you create commotion within this city? Do you take our rules as a joke? Take them back for interrogation!"

Jack let go of Suicide's arm. As the soldiers spread out to round everyone up, Suicide yelled, "Hold!"

The Sergeant stared at him with a furrowed brow, "are you trying to resist?"

"Hmph! I'm just warning you so you don't make a mistake," Suicide said. He then took out a badge and showed it off. "I'm a part of Themisphere faction nobility, a Baron! I forbid you from laying a hand on my people."

Jack was impressed. That's why the guy acted so imperiously. Because he thought he will be let off due to being a nobility. He wondered how many people had joined the kingdom faction. After so long, he guessed there should be a good number already.

The sergeant's expression turned complicated. He said, "even a noble had to adhere to regulations."

"I know," Suicide said. "But we never attack anyone. Yes, we probably had pushed them a little, but none of them receive any damage. This is not enough offense for you to arrest a noble."

"These other people are not nobles thought," the sergeant said, indicating the group behind Suicide.

"They are my people. They come with me, they will leave with me. They also have not done a heavy enough offense for you to arrest them."

The sergeant could not say anything back, he commanded his troops to return.

"If you want to catch. Catch these people instead, they had dared to offend a noble of this kingdom," Suicide said, pointing at Jack and Paytowin.

The sergeant turned to look at Jack.

Jack asked the sergeant, "Good sir, may I know what is the punishment for one who attempted an assault on a noble?"