Chapter 151: The Young Lad And The Staff
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[A/N: Hi, my loyal readers. I'm so excited to be finally done with the academy arc. It was hard focusing on the buildup and not just heading into action scenes.
However, I was motivated by you guys that kept showing support by voting, commenting, and sending gifts. Thank you.
Anyways, I have a few good news to announce(
I promise none of them are bad, lol).
First and Foremost, after much contemplation, I decided to break the story into two parts. The first part, which is what you are reading ends in this volume, which is a very large volume. The second part will begin one or two months after I conclude the first part.
Now, there are many reasons why I came to this decision. One of them is my desire to get better features for this story(not book).
At one point, I had thought that "The Arcadia System" was a dead book(meaning not trending aka not worth it). I slacked off and stopped updating since I believed no one read it, but I soon became motivated by you guys and got back to work. My momentum is broken, but I will not procrastinate further.
The second point is that I want to focus on a second book during those two months. This book will participate in Webnovel Spirity 2022 and will connect to the lores of Arcadia.
The second news is that I will try my best to maintain a two chaps daily update rate till the end of the volume. So, keep reading everyday.
Alright, now that all is said and done, I ask that you join my discord server(The invite is in the synopsis). There, we will get to interact and you won't be kept in the loop about anything related to this book.
Also, if possible, please try and update the privilege tiers. That will enhance the possibility of this story getting features.
P.S: The actual content of this chapter will still remain higher than 1000 words so don't worry about the author's comment being used as a word spamming device.]
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Starhold City, Urban District.
In the busy city of magic, one particular man walked down one of the lanes of Starhold. His looks were indiscernible as he wore a grim black cloak that covered him from head to toe.
The man ignored the noises of a busy day as he slipped his way through the chaotic crowd of humans.
Soon, with a controlled final movement, he found himself in front of a large shop.
The man bent his head upwards to read the post sign, "The Dusty Tome, heh."
He revealed a young voice flowed like a mother's milk. Luckily for him, he spoke in a low tone or else, his voice would have attracted the sort of attention he hid from.
"I guess this is the place," whispered the young lad.
As soon as he said that, he pushed the door and strodded in like a rich noble.
The shop was well kept. The scent of hot rocks wafted through the air. It flowed into the young lad's nose making him think of forges, those hot room blacksmiths used to create the items that were on display in this shop.
After a fruitful while of daydreaming, the young lad shook his head and quickly went into business.
He brushed the tip of a sword he saw. It was a greatsword, quite heavy-looking to the naked eye.
However, the young lad calmly picked up the sword and made a quick swing with it.
*Whoosh!*
His mere motion created a sharp air current that was directed at the ground thanks to his perfect control. It left a gaping hole in the wooden ground that went about ten inches deep.
After he was done testing the greatsword, he dropped it and moved on.
Weapons upon weapons, he checked them all. It seemed as if he had not a single notion of time as he spent hours going through the shop's products.
Finally, he caught the eye of the shop owner, who had been eying him for quite a while.
The old man dressed in formal outwear walked up to him, "Is there something you are looking for?"
The young lad spoke in a slow tone, "That's the thing. I have not the faintest idea of what I'm looking for."
"Then, you have come to the right place. Let's start small. What do you desire?" happily asked the shop owner.
The young lad answered this question with hints of ancient experience, "All my life, I have believed that weapons are secondary. Pure might is primary. I thought that I could do better without one. Yet, here I am, searching for a weapon."
The young lad turned to face the shop owner. Despite the close distance, the only thing the shop owner could see in that hood of his was darkness. A sort of darkness that shouldn't be possible in this situation.
He hid his surprise and kept on flashing amiable smiles to the young lad.
"To answer your question, I just need a weapon that extends my might. I don't need a flashy one," revealed the young lad.
As he spoke, he saw something that caught his eye. It was a staff of about 65 inches long and two inches wide.
There was nothing special about this fighting staff. In fact, it looked like a broomstick with its predated wooden design, but something about it resonated with the young lad.
"I see you have taken a fancy to the fighting staff. It is one of my oldest products. People nowadays don't understand the allure of ancient weapons like the staff, hammer, spear. They tend to only have eyes for swords. It's all sword to them," said the shop owner.
The young lad touched the surface of the staff with his fair fingers. He felt connected to it instantly. A desire to grab the staff and play with it thundered in his mind, but he kept it hidden.
The young lad spoke again, "What is it made of?"
"You would be surprised that it is not metal. The staff was carved from the wood of a spirit oak tree that grows at the center of the sea. Such exquisite material is hard to find in all of Arcadia. The blacksmith responsible for this artwork used his family savings to purchase the wood from the tree."
"It was his lifework and he poured all his passion into it. After the making of the staff, the blacksmith and his family fell ill to a certain mortal illness. They died before selling it, giving the staff a deathly destiny," divulged the shop owner.
The young lad quietly tapped on the staff as he ruminated.
Truly, Spirit Oak Trees were quite rare. Its location was always a haven for monstrous sea beasts and this made it hard to acquire. Moreover, the toughness of the tree made it a must-have since it could cut apart some of the toughest metals if made into a weapon.
However, that all depended on if the wood was from the heart of the tree. Most weapons that claim to be built from the wood of Spirit Oak were actually from the tree branches.
As the young lad glanced over the staff, he realized that the staff might just be another fake one. Nonetheless, he didn't care.
"How much is it?" asked the young lad.
The shop owner loudly declared, "Forty pieces of silver."
"Forty pieces of silver? Just for a single weapon?" queried the young lad.
"Yes. This staff is an exquisite piece of work."
The young lad looked at him for one second before sighing, "Okay. Take this, fifty pieces of gold. Keep the change. Its for your 'good' service"
After paying the price in a grand style, the young lad grabbed his staff and took his leave.
He sifted through the streets, paying no attention to the rising moon in the sky. In a moment's time, the evening took over the afternoon and the streets became darker.
The young man with no self-awareness walked aimlessly until he found himself in an abandoned corner.
"Hey there, kekekekekeke," a voice reach out to him.
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[A/N: Hi, my loyal readers. I'm so excited to be finally done with the academy arc. It was hard focusing on the buildup and not just heading into action scenes.
However, I was motivated by you guys that kept showing support by voting, commenting, and sending gifts. Thank you.
Anyways, I have a few good news to announce(
I promise none of them are bad, lol).
First and Foremost, after much contemplation, I decided to break the story into two parts. The first part, which is what you are reading ends in this volume, which is a very large volume. The second part will begin one or two months after I conclude the first part.
Now, there are many reasons why I came to this decision. One of them is my desire to get better features for this story(not book).
At one point, I had thought that "The Arcadia System" was a dead book(meaning not trending aka not worth it). I slacked off and stopped updating since I believed no one read it, but I soon became motivated by you guys and got back to work. My momentum is broken, but I will not procrastinate further.
The second point is that I want to focus on a second book during those two months. This book will participate in Webnovel Spirity 2022 and will connect to the lores of Arcadia.
The second news is that I will try my best to maintain a two chaps daily update rate till the end of the volume. So, keep reading everyday.
Alright, now that all is said and done, I ask that you join my discord server(The invite is in the synopsis). There, we will get to interact and you won't be kept in the loop about anything related to this book.
Also, if possible, please try and update the privilege tiers. That will enhance the possibility of this story getting features.
P.S: The actual content of this chapter will still remain higher than 1000 words so don't worry about the author's comment being used as a word spamming device.]
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.
.
.
.
.
.
Starhold City, Urban District.
In the busy city of magic, one particular man walked down one of the lanes of Starhold. His looks were indiscernible as he wore a grim black cloak that covered him from head to toe.
The man ignored the noises of a busy day as he slipped his way through the chaotic crowd of humans.
Soon, with a controlled final movement, he found himself in front of a large shop.
The man bent his head upwards to read the post sign, "The Dusty Tome, heh."
He revealed a young voice flowed like a mother's milk. Luckily for him, he spoke in a low tone or else, his voice would have attracted the sort of attention he hid from.
"I guess this is the place," whispered the young lad.
As soon as he said that, he pushed the door and strodded in like a rich noble.
The shop was well kept. The scent of hot rocks wafted through the air. It flowed into the young lad's nose making him think of forges, those hot room blacksmiths used to create the items that were on display in this shop.
After a fruitful while of daydreaming, the young lad shook his head and quickly went into business.
He brushed the tip of a sword he saw. It was a greatsword, quite heavy-looking to the naked eye.
However, the young lad calmly picked up the sword and made a quick swing with it.
*Whoosh!*
His mere motion created a sharp air current that was directed at the ground thanks to his perfect control. It left a gaping hole in the wooden ground that went about ten inches deep.
After he was done testing the greatsword, he dropped it and moved on.
Weapons upon weapons, he checked them all. It seemed as if he had not a single notion of time as he spent hours going through the shop's products.
Finally, he caught the eye of the shop owner, who had been eying him for quite a while.
The old man dressed in formal outwear walked up to him, "Is there something you are looking for?"
The young lad spoke in a slow tone, "That's the thing. I have not the faintest idea of what I'm looking for."
"Then, you have come to the right place. Let's start small. What do you desire?" happily asked the shop owner.
The young lad answered this question with hints of ancient experience, "All my life, I have believed that weapons are secondary. Pure might is primary. I thought that I could do better without one. Yet, here I am, searching for a weapon."
The young lad turned to face the shop owner. Despite the close distance, the only thing the shop owner could see in that hood of his was darkness. A sort of darkness that shouldn't be possible in this situation.
He hid his surprise and kept on flashing amiable smiles to the young lad.
"To answer your question, I just need a weapon that extends my might. I don't need a flashy one," revealed the young lad.
As he spoke, he saw something that caught his eye. It was a staff of about 65 inches long and two inches wide.
There was nothing special about this fighting staff. In fact, it looked like a broomstick with its predated wooden design, but something about it resonated with the young lad.
"I see you have taken a fancy to the fighting staff. It is one of my oldest products. People nowadays don't understand the allure of ancient weapons like the staff, hammer, spear. They tend to only have eyes for swords. It's all sword to them," said the shop owner.
The young lad touched the surface of the staff with his fair fingers. He felt connected to it instantly. A desire to grab the staff and play with it thundered in his mind, but he kept it hidden.
The young lad spoke again, "What is it made of?"
"You would be surprised that it is not metal. The staff was carved from the wood of a spirit oak tree that grows at the center of the sea. Such exquisite material is hard to find in all of Arcadia. The blacksmith responsible for this artwork used his family savings to purchase the wood from the tree."
"It was his lifework and he poured all his passion into it. After the making of the staff, the blacksmith and his family fell ill to a certain mortal illness. They died before selling it, giving the staff a deathly destiny," divulged the shop owner.
The young lad quietly tapped on the staff as he ruminated.
Truly, Spirit Oak Trees were quite rare. Its location was always a haven for monstrous sea beasts and this made it hard to acquire. Moreover, the toughness of the tree made it a must-have since it could cut apart some of the toughest metals if made into a weapon.
However, that all depended on if the wood was from the heart of the tree. Most weapons that claim to be built from the wood of Spirit Oak were actually from the tree branches.
As the young lad glanced over the staff, he realized that the staff might just be another fake one. Nonetheless, he didn't care.
"How much is it?" asked the young lad.
The shop owner loudly declared, "Forty pieces of silver."
"Forty pieces of silver? Just for a single weapon?" queried the young lad.
"Yes. This staff is an exquisite piece of work."
The young lad looked at him for one second before sighing, "Okay. Take this, fifty pieces of gold. Keep the change. Its for your 'good' service"
After paying the price in a grand style, the young lad grabbed his staff and took his leave.
He sifted through the streets, paying no attention to the rising moon in the sky. In a moment's time, the evening took over the afternoon and the streets became darker.
The young man with no self-awareness walked aimlessly until he found himself in an abandoned corner.
"Hey there, kekekekekeke," a voice reach out to him.
A/N: Hi, my loyal readers. I'm so excited to be finally done with the academy arc. It was hard focusing on the buildup and not just heading into action scenes.However, I was motivated by you guys that kept showing support by voting, commenting, and sending gifts. Thank you.Anyways, I have a few good news to announceI promise none of them are bad, lol.First and Foremost, after much contemplation, I decided to break the story into two parts. The first part, which is what you are reading ends in this volume, which is a very large volume. The second part will begin one or two months after I conclude the first part. Now, there are many reasons why I came to this decision. One of them is my desire to get better features for this storynot book. At one point, I had thought that "The Arcadia System" was a dead bookmeaning not trending aka not worth it. I slacked off and stopped updating since I believed no one read it, but I soon became motivated by you guys and got back to work. My momentum is broken, but I will not procrastinate further. The second point is that I want to focus on a second book during those two months. This book will participate in Webnovel Spirity 2022 and will connect to the lores of Arcadia.The second news is that I will try my best to maintain a two chaps daily update rate till the end of the volume. So, keep reading everyday. Alright, now that all is said and done, I ask that you join my discord serverThe invite is in the synopsis. There, we will get to interact and you won't be kept in the loop about anything related to this book.Also, if possible, please try and update the privilege tiers. That will enhance the possibility of this story getting features.P.S: The actual content of this chapter will still remain higher than 1000 words so don't worry about the author's comment being used as a word spamming device.........Starhold City, Urban District.In the busy city of magic, one particular man walked down one of the lanes of Starhold. His looks were indiscernible as he wore a grim black cloak that covered him from head to toe.The man ignored the noises of a busy day as he slipped his way through the chaotic crowd of humans. Soon, with a controlled final movement, he found himself in front of a large shop. The man bent his head upwards to read the post sign, "The Dusty Tome, heh."He revealed a young voice flowed like a mother's milk. Luckily for him, he spoke in a low tone or else, his voice would have attracted the sort of attention he hid from. "I guess this is the place," whispered the young lad. As soon as he said that, he pushed the door and strodded in like a rich noble. The shop was well kept. The scent of hot rocks wafted through the air. It flowed into the young lad's nose making him think of forges, those hot room blacksmiths used to create the items that were on display in this shop.After a fruitful while of daydreaming, the young lad shook his head and quickly went into business.He brushed the tip of a sword he saw. It was a greatsword, quite heavy-looking to the naked eye.However, the young lad calmly picked up the sword and made a quick swing with it. *Whoosh!*His mere motion created a sharp air current that was directed at the ground thanks to his perfect control. It left a gaping hole in the wooden ground that went about ten inches deep. After he was done testing the greatsword, he dropped it and moved on. Weapons upon weapons, he checked them all. It seemed as if he had not a single notion of time as he spent hours going through the shop's products. Finally, he caught the eye of the shop owner, who had been eying him for quite a while.The old man dressed in formal outwear walked up to him, "Is there something you are looking for?"The young lad spoke in a slow tone, "That's the thing. I have not the faintest idea of what I'm looking for.""Then, you have come to the right place. Let's start small. What do you desire?" happily asked the shop owner. The young lad answered this question with hints of ancient experience, "All my life, I have believed that weapons are secondary. Pure might is primary. I thought that I could do better without one. Yet, here I am, searching for a weapon."The young lad turned to face the shop owner. Despite the close distance, the only thing the shop owner could see in that hood of his was darkness. A sort of darkness that shouldn't be possible in this situation. He hid his surprise and kept on flashing amiable smiles to the young lad."To answer your question, I just need a weapon that extends my might. I don't need a flashy one," revealed the young lad.As he spoke, he saw something that caught his eye. It was a staff of about 65 inches long and two inches wide. There was nothing special about this fighting staff. In fact, it looked like a broomstick with its predated wooden design, but something about it resonated with the young lad."I see you have taken a fancy to the fighting staff. It is one of my oldest products. People nowadays don't understand the allure of ancient weapons like the staff, hammer, spear. They tend to only have eyes for swords. It's all sword to them," said the shop owner.The young lad touched the surface of the staff with his fair fingers. He felt connected to it instantly. A desire to grab the staff and play with it thundered in his mind, but he kept it hidden. The young lad spoke again, "What is it made of?""You would be surprised that it is not metal. The staff was carved from the wood of a spirit oak tree that grows at the center of the sea. Such exquisite material is hard to find in all of Arcadia. The blacksmith responsible for this artwork used his family savings to purchase the wood from the tree.""It was his lifework and he poured all his passion into it. After the making of the staff, the blacksmith and his family fell ill to a certain mortal illness. They died before selling it, giving the staff a deathly destiny," divulged the shop owner. The young lad quietly tapped on the staff as he ruminated. Truly, Spirit Oak Trees were quite rare. Its location was always a haven for monstrous sea beasts and this made it hard to acquire. Moreover, the toughness of the tree made it a must-have since it could cut apart some of the toughest metals if made into a weapon. However, that all depended on if the wood was from the heart of the tree. Most weapons that claim to be built from the wood of Spirit Oak were actually from the tree branches. As the young lad glanced over the staff, he realized that the staff might just be another fake one. Nonetheless, he didn't care."How much is it?" asked the young lad.The shop owner loudly declared, "Forty pieces of silver.""Forty pieces of silver? Just for a single weapon?" queried the young lad."Yes. This staff is an exquisite piece of work."The young lad looked at him for one second before sighing, "Okay. Take this, fifty pieces of gold. Keep the change. Its for your 'good' service"After paying the price in a grand style, the young lad grabbed his staff and took his leave.He sifted through the streets, paying no attention to the rising moon in the sky. In a moment's time, the evening took over the afternoon and the streets became darker.The young man with no self-awareness walked aimlessly until he found himself in an abandoned corner."Hey there, kekekekekeke," a voice reach out to him.
