Job: [Ship Captain]

  Level: Level 19

  Job Skills: 2

  Ship Size: Frigate

  Primary Jobs Avaible: 8

  Support Jobs Avaible:5

  Maximum Job Capacity: 22

  Primary Jobs

  [First Mate] level 13: Irmgard Von Braun level 15 [Sword Officer]

  [Quartermaster] level 17: Cillian Walce level 22 [Mert]

  [Security Chief] level 10: Boriss Smirnov level 20 [Skirmisher]

  [Chief Carpenter] level 14: Emma level 31 [Rune Smith]

  [Head Chef]: N/A

  [Chief Physi] level 7: hes level 21 [Druid]

  [Artillery Chief]: N/A

  [Navigator]: N/A

  Support Jobs

  [Boatswain] level 2: Auranta level 39 [Air Mage][Gunner]: [Cook]:

  [Carpenter]:

  [Rigger]:

  [Physi Assistant]:

  “Two levels on both Boriss and Irmgard. That’s not bad, especially Boriss. He should get a new skill.” I rub the side of my neck as I talk aloud. “Hopefully it’s something good. He’ll if he’s to win the whole tour. Then again, most of his petition is young and inexperienced on at of his level being too low- so he has that going for him.”

  I g Red’s floating eyeball of a body. “Anyway, want to expin to me how I got a level in my [Captain] css?”

  “That information is restricted.”

  I sigh. “Yea, I thought so. Let's just end this meeting for now. M should be just upon me.”

  With the white world disappearing, the real world es ience as I awaken. I yawn and then wiggle outside of Julias grasp. The woman, to my surprise, tio sleep deeply, pletely unbothered by the loss of her fluffy pillow.

  Yawning and stretg my body, I leave the young woman who’d offered me her room to sleep a into the hallways. Then I make my way to another room. I open the door, walk down the room and hop up to the cat-sized opening.

  The bed shifts as a naked woman leans up with sleep-crusted eyes. She blinks at me.

  “What?”

  I wave a paw towards the woman. “Go back to sleep, Faelisa. Nothing to see here.”

  I exit through the opening ahe rapid rustle of bedsheets. With a grin, I rush dowate and make my way to Gino.

  My arrival is met with the kid already awake aing stew. So focused on his thoughts aing, that he doesn’t notice me get on his table.

  “Gino, are you ready for your match!” I yell, pletely starling him.

  “Quasi!”

  “Yes, that’s indeed my name. Now, are you ready?”

  “Y-yeah.”

  “What’s wrong? Feeling nervous? Thoughtful?”

  “Kinda fident.” He answers.

  “That will get you killed.” I say.

  “Not about the tour,” he corrects. “I made good money from betting with the you gave me. I’m more fident now about having enough to buy my sister.”

  “Well, you better. She’s a very nid odd young dy. I’d prefer to see her with a better future than a [Sve] with extra steps.”

  “Yeah. “ He answers, then blinks. “You’ve met my sister?”

  “Not just met her, I slept with her too.” I hop off the table.

  “What!” he yells with eyes wide.

  I give the man a gri fast and I’ll tell you on the way to the tour.”

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  Though the idea that he has a bounty on his head is disturbing, that bounty ’t easily be cimed on the sed day of the tour. Once agairips down to near nothing, but grabs the dagger he’d obtained from the st round. Then he moves to where all the diators] are huddled against.

  [Gdiators], a job taken by those who fight in the ring, isn’t necessarily a useful job to have in winning bat. Instead, the job generally offers skills in regards to survival. Skills like Slowed Bleeding and Calmed Mind make it more likely that a [Gdiator] will survive instead of die ht. Currently, Gino woke up yesterday with the [Gdiator] job. And as of today, that job has risen to level four. Not enough to be useful, but he hopes that at level ten, he’ll obtain a skill to help him survive.

  Once he arrives, he finds that the [Gdiators] are huddled around a chalkboard. Reading it, he finds that the teams of five have already been chosen and the names posted. As he reads through the names, he ’t help but smile when he finds his ht o Boriss. Gng around, he finds Boriss sitting on a ben the er with three other men.

  The three meo be around his age, maybe a bit older. Two of them have a muscur build while the third is covered in lean muscle and carries a spear. The other two wield a Greatsword and a Greataxe respectively.

  As he approaches, Boriss notices and grins. “Gino, you are now rade vith me, yes?”

  “rade?” he frowns.

  “That’s his word for allie or teammate.” The lean [Gdiator] expins. He theends his hand with a smile. “Names Michael, [Spearman]. o meet someone who doesn’t look like he’s all about smashing things with a big on.”

  “Uh, yea.” Gino accepts the handshake. “Ginue].”

  “Smashing things is fun, Micheal. Maybe you’d enjoy it more if you didn’t dance around all the time with your pointy stick,” The guy with the greataxe taunts aends his own hand.

  “Names Agris, [Barbarian]. It’s odd seeing a [Rogue] as a [Gdiator], but I don’t mind.”

  “Well I do. A [Rogue] is just going to slow us down in this match. I doubt he kill beasts with that toothpick.”

  Micheal sighs. “And that’s Baldric. He’s a [Warrior] with a stant dick up his ass.”

  “How about you go shove that spear up your ass,” Baldric growls.

  Micheal chuckles. “See what I mean.”

  “You three seem to know each ino says.

  “Cause we do. We’re all tracted [Gdiators] to Gdius. We’ve trained and battled with each other before.”

  Gino frowns. “And you’re all part of the same team? That doesn’t seem random.”

  “It’s never random,” Baldriterrupts. “The royals just tell everyohat it is so that people think it’s fair and spend more money.”

  Micheal frowns. “It’s not always like that.”

  “Yes it fug is and you know it. This whole team is so that Boriss and Gino don’t actally get killed this round.”

  “The Royals want me alive?” Gino asks.

  “[Rogues] are rare and Boriss is already a fan favorite. They probably saw how Boriss saved your life with that pike throw and thehrew a dagger at your feet- so they put you both together and are making us three babysit,” Baldric expins.

  “Ha, big Russian baby,” Boriss chuckles while everyone else gives the man an odd look.

  “Vhat? Is joke, yes?”

  The four stare long at Boriss who grows more and more fused.

  Thankfully, before Boriss attempts to expin, a ringing bell attracts everyone's attention.

  Micheal sighs. “Looks like it’s time to find out what's on the menu today.”

  Micheal, Baldrid Agris start heading towards the sound. Boriss and Gino share a look.

  Then they follow the three.

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  The stadium is once again packed and just as loud as the previous day. Though this time, Myers and Cy are both present. The child looks eager and happy while Myers wears an annoyed grimace. He’d not want to have cy see bloodshed, but Quasi does have a point that life is cruel and it’s better to realize that in a trolled enviro.

  From aed stand at the side of the arena arrives a man wearing a toga. As he arrives, the crowds begin to calm down and wait for his words. When he arrives, the man, an [Announcer] looks at all those present.

  “Wele back to the sed game of the tour. For this sed round, we have divided our fifty members into ten teams of five. Each team will be tested against the greatest and most dangerous beasts rovide. It will take ce, skill, and possibly a bit of luck to survive this challenge.”

  The [Announcer] points to the battlefield below, which has been signifitly restructured. Instead of ons, numerous pieces of armor are strewn across the arena at the ers of the coliseum except for a single location. Like the ons, they do seem to have a quality to them.

  “For this challehe teams will be on a time limit to obtain armor for themselves. Armor of a quality proportional to the dangers present.”

  The [Announcer] clicks his fingers and numerous gates open throughout the arena. From these gates, monstrous ed beasts exit either i numbers or in smaller, but rger form.

  “We have monstrous wolves, armored samanders, vicious lions, deadly griffins, Lethal Chimeras, enormous basilisk, and even a royal wyvern.”

  The crowd goes wild when the monsters enter, screaming with the bloodlust that many of these beasts feel not only for the crowd, but for one-ahe only thing keeping them from killing each other are the s that bind them to a location at an arena er. It is also at those locations where the armor is located- with the best pieces located he basilisk.

  “The team will o distract or defeat these beasts to obtain the armors they protect. What beast you fight- if any- is pletely up to you. Just know,” The man grins towards the audience. “Some of those armors are runed.”

  His st words have the crowd cheering even louder. Even Gond, who’d joined Quasi today, leans forward in i. “That’s not normal.” He says.

  “What’s not? The Runes?”

  “Yeah.” He nods. “Generally, these tours avoid runed equipment because it give an edge to a weaker fighter to beat a superior o makes it so individual talent alone won’t fully carry you through the fight. I hope the runes aren't to.”

  “The audience seems to like it.” I ent.

  “They like it because it’s new, but it may not be a good fit for the long-term health of these tours.”

  “I uand that.” Quasi nods. “But, I imagihose runed armor pieces are going to be located by more dangerous threats like the Basilisk or the Wyvern- though that wyvern seems pretty beaten up. I mean, it’s missing a piece of its wing and it looks kinda old.”

  Gond chuckles. “That wyvern is Hellion, an old fart sidering he’s been around forever and still lives. He’s old and injured, but I’ll bet you my life that he’s the most dangerous beast there. At his prime, those s wouldn’t have any ce of holding him, especially so if his breath still worked. He’d melt through the s and sughter the rest of the beasts.”

  “Fuck. Well, Boriss will probably try to fight that.”

  “He’ll be dead.”

  “I doubt it, but we’ll see. He just got a new skill.”

  “Unless it’s an activatable one, I doubt it will help.”

  “We’ll see about that,” I say aurn my attention to the arena.