When Alister and the others arrived back at the White Comet Guild, they were greeted with a welcome party. The remaining members of the guild gathered, clapping and cheering as the team stepped off the transport.
Smiles and laughter filled the air as the guild members surrounded them, offering congratulations for their victory and safe return.
The celebration carried on for most of the day, with food, music, and stories of their battle shared among the guild. Alister, though not usually one for large gatherings, found himself swept up in all the fun.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Alister excused himself from the festivities. He had somewhere else he needed to be.
Stepping out of the guild’s large entrance hall, he made his way to the busy streets. He raised his hand and hailed a cab, which pulled up almost immediately. Sliding into the back seat, he gave the driver a hospital’s address and settled in as the cab began to make its way through the neon-lit streets.
As he sat in the back of the cab, his mind wandered. The celebration had been a brief distraction, but now his thoughts returned to more pressing matters.
It had been some time since he and Lian made their deal for his help. He thought by now after returning she would contact him with good news.
‘I hope my little fight with the Berserkers as Spade didn’t frighten her…’
‘Things could get harder for me if she decides to not follow through with our deal.’
Alister thought to himself, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on the armrest.
“Or maybe she hasn’t contacted me yet… because she still hasn’t found all the items. Not yet.”
His gaze shifted to the city lights blurring outside the window. He felt a gnawing impatience, but he knew Lian was doing everything she could. Gathering rare and powerful materials wasn’t something that could be rushed, no matter how much he wished it could be.
Alister sighed, leaning back into his seat. The quiet hum of the city buzzed around him, but his thoughts remained on Miyu. For now, all he could do was wait-wait for Lian to find what they needed, and hope that time wouldn’t run out before then.
‘Status window.’ Alister called out in his thoughts.
[Player: Alister Hazenworth
Level: 38
Class: tOverlordt Summoner (Awakened Talent) (SSS)
Stats:
HP: 2250/2250 – [100/100%
MP: 7,656/10,678
-Strength: 8,000
-Agility: 8,500
-Intelligence: 10,000
-Endurance: 7,500
-Dexterity: 7,000
-Mana: 10,678
-Luck: 80
Total combat power: 51,678 (A – rank)
– ?Summoning Powert: 100%
Mana Regeneration: 40 MP/minute
Available Stat Points: 23
Title(s): The One Who Forced His Will On Others.
Skills:
Draconic Rage Lvl3 (S-rank)
Blood Manipulation Lvl3 (B+ -rank)
Blood Healing Lvl2 (B+ -rank)
Camouflage Lvl1 (B-rank) freēwebnovel.com
Draconic Hunger Lvl3 (S-rank)
Berserk Lvl2 (S-rank)
Mana Distortion Aura Lvl2 (S-rank)
List of summons:
Drake, Cinder Von Abkis-Void (A-rank)
SandStorm Dragoon, Terra Von Archi-Void (B-rank)
Lighting Dragon Knight, Darven Von Valor-Void (A+ Rank)
Current quest(s):
The Word of an Overlord.
Overlord’s sharpest fang.
Last stand (1/10).
Where Are They Now? (1/30).
[Notice: The claws of an Overlord (100%)!]
[Notice!! Congratulations to the player for completing the quest The claws of an Overlord!]
Alister frowned as he stared at the glowing yellow window in front of him. The system was just now notifying him about completing the quest The Claws of an Overlord, even though the notification for the Wasteland quest came way earlier.
‘Why am I just getting this notification now?’
He had expected the notification back when the Wasteland Completion quest ended. It didn’t make sense for the system to wait so long to alert him, especially given how it usually reacted
instantly.
Just as he was about to dismiss the notification, a new message popped.
[System Notice: The player’s body has been undergoing a recalibration due to the massive fluctuation in stats. The quest completion was delayed until your body could properly adjust.]
Alister’s confusion deepened for a moment, before the meaning of the message started to
sink in.
Constant fluctuation of stats… He recalled how his body had been forced through rapid changes due to using the Berserk skill-his strength, endurance, and mana levels raised rapidly now falling after he used the skill.
‘Another side effect, seems I’ll really have to hold off using Berserk along with Draconic Rage unless I absolutely have to.’ Alister thought.
It had been happening so fast that he hadn’t fully realized how much strain it was putting on
him.
[Your body’s adjustments have now stabilized, and your previous motions and actions have been recorded into memory.]
Alister sighed and leaned back in his seat, the city lights flashing by as the cab sped through the streets. It made sense now-the system had been waiting for his body to recover, ensuring that everything had been properly locked into place before finalizing the quest.
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. For a moment, he had worried something was wrong, but now that he understood, it reassured him. It also explained why he had been feeling so exhausted since the fight with the Reapers. His body had been trying to keep up with the constant shifts in his powers.
‘Well, at least that’s one less thing to worry about.’ he thought.
Alister then dismissed the system screen with a wave of his hand, his thoughts lingered on the
notification about completing The Claws of an Overlord quest.
“Since it’s done now… that means…” he muttered, his mind racing.
‘Dungeon raids.’
A small smile appears on his face. ‘I can finally participate in dungeon raids.’
He leaned back, the excitement bubbling beneath the surface.
“I can’t wait…” he whispered to himself.
The cab continued to make its way through the city streets, but Alister’s mind was already elsewhere-inside the dark, dangerous depths of the dungeons he would soon face. [Notice! The player has reached the sufficient level to open the Dragon god’s treasury.] [Items can only be obtained through the exchange of prestige points.]