Hero Game: Transcend the Realms (SciFic Series #1)

Chapter 9: Shorelock

Night fell over Greenfield, the stone walls have crumbled down to the ground leaving the ruins of the city exposed to the wild. The stars could not be seen because of the enormous cloud of dark smoke but the moonlight from the full moon shone through the hole in the cloud of smoke.  A giant portal, a swirling blue vortex contained within a circle of steel regulate by white-robed Mages. Their faces could not be seen as they all wore silver mask which hid their features except for their eyes. Trailing behind the swirling blue vortex was a line of people. In that line, I stood near the front along with Rishi and Hatsu. The pain of losing the home I lived in for over half my life hurt me. All the precious memories I made, gone just as the flames did to the city. Yet, I did not weep. 

Greenfield was destroyed in a matter of hours from an intense battle between a wyvern horde controlled by one of the 72 Demon Generals, Berith, and an unknown Silver Knight who shone like a ray of hope in the sky. The news has not been released by the Church but it would be the next morning. It was surreal, right out of a dream. Only those who witnessed the scene would understand the piercing light splitting the three realms apart. Was it the Silver Knight who was the true Savior? Was it an error that Eren Mandell was declared the Savior five years ago? Questions arose amongst the murmuring crowd of people. I also wondered that myself. What was the purpose of the Hero Game System? Why did it choose me to be its next Owner? What purpose does I, a mere commoner, serve in this world? Did grandfather know about this?

Deep in thought, Hatsu nudges my face with his paw. Then Rishi looks at me.

"Hello, are you there Andrew?" He waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention.

"Arf!" Hatsu barked.

I snapped back into reality, my vision, a bit hazy due straining my green eyes from dazing.

"Yeah," I slightly flinch as my pupils return to normal.

Rishi holds out his hand.

"My herbs from today."

"You kidding right?" I said with astonishment.

"Hey, there for my research. I just need a bit more time before I make a breakthrough in Alchemy history! I'll even pay you 900 Kalas for it!"

"Where do you even get that kind of money from?" I pouted with jealousy.

Nine hundred Kalas was a lot of money. With nine hundred Kalas, one could purchase a Bronze Rank staff. My staff is only a hand me down Iron Rank staff I received as a graduation gift from the Magic Academy.

"Hey," he whispered, "you've got to remember that I'm from a Noble family."

"Pishah," I laughed, "it's only a low ranking noble family. You're only a little wealthier than most commoners."

"Excuse me!" he sassed, "I am the proud son of the Seohang family from Northwood!"

"Yeah, still a low ranking noble." I shrugged.

"I'm not paying you." He snickered.

"You wouldn't dare..." I gasped as I rolled up my sleeves getting ready to punch him.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" He screamed putting his hands up in defeat.

"You better."

He opens his storage space tossing his silver briefcase into it and sticks his arm in. I could see his veins on his arm popping out, his face fumed with rage but his eyes still showed the same honesty he's had since we were kids. Fishing out a small wallet, he takes out nine blue 100 Kala bills and hands them to me. I take a look at the bills to verify that they are genuine. On the front of the bill is a number 100 placed in the top right-hand corner of the bill. Flat in the middle of the bill was an image of the current head of the Church, Pope Lucas Reese, the youngest Pope in history at the age of only eighteen and a Platinum ranked Adventurer. Every detail about him was punctuated of each 100 Kala bill with a different shade of blue ink. The over-gelled hair of his with a model worthy smile on his face topped off with that fabulous stipped necktie. Yup, it was real.