Chương 17: Information

When I opened my eyes, I found myself laying down in the capsule Ace bought for me. I took down the helmet and the gloves and got out of the machine, feeling slightly dizzy, but nothing too uncomfortable. It really was groundbreaking technology. Before I started getting ready for bed, I checked the game's socials. Plenty of videos had already been posted online with the help of the in-game capture mechanic, but I was more interested in the official forums.

Game information was heavily regulated throughout the entire world. Videos uploaded were frequently monitored and gatekept by New World Enterprises, and live streams were not allowed yet, although I've read that it's a feature that will be unblocked once the first week has passed and the regular capsules go on sale. All available information had to be posted on the game forum. No external site had the right to share guides, information, or have any sort of trading accessible.

Real Money Trading was also not allowed for the first week, and anyone who was found doing so on the black market had a serious chance of getting lifetime banned from Godsrealm. After experiencing how incredible the game was, no one was dumb enough to risk such a thing. I was browsing through the forums when I stumbled upon the regional trade hub. I navigated myself through the menus until I reached the Silverwing region > Tidemark county > Carpa area subtopic.

For the first week, only players could access the forum, and even then they could only see their respective regions' threads, so I had no way to check the bigger, Ravenloft forum just yet. At first glance, these heavy limits might have looked absurd, but the more I thought about it, the more sense they made. The world protected its secrets so that everyone could experience it first-hand.

Information would be widely available after the week passed anyway, and these first few days were the days not ruled by meta builds, guides, and tips & tricks videos. I didn't mind that one bit. As there were around 500 players near Carpa, there weren't many posts yet; some players were still online, others had called it a day and gone to sleep.

There were 11 entries total; five of them were LFG posts, three people were advertising their equipment that was for sale while two posts were from people looking to buy stuff. One of these caught my eye. 📋 Godsrealm Forums › Trade & Services LOOKING FOR BERSERKER EQUIPMENT! El Verdugo Berserker · 5 hours ago Hola, Our group is looking for quality berserker equipment! As soon as you contact us, we can meet at Carpa marketplace. Send a message to El Verdugo if you have anything! Money is not an issue!

— Los asesinos 👍 16 💬 4 replies It looked like a Spanish or Mexican group of players were ready to pay the price for good berserker equipment. I might be able to sell them my battleaxe and use the funds to gear up a little. The last post on the sub-forum was even more relevant to me. 📋 Godsrealm Forums › Trade & Services The Carpa Crafter Group™ will craft you anything for a fair price! Danzaburou Crafter · 2 hours ago Hello, adventurers! Need help with crafting? Have excess loot that you want to get rid of?

Look no further! The Carpa Crafter Group™ is an official group of five excellent craftsmen who will satisfy your needs regarding any kind of crafting! For a fair price, we can make your next set of equipment! No materials? No problem! We can gather them for you, for an extra price, of course. Our craftsmen are experts in the real world as well, so you can be certain that the work we do is worth the cost! Our group has a blacksmith, an armorsmith, a carpenter, a cook and an alchemist!

We are also looking for talented craftsmen to join our organization and expand our business! If you are interested in anything we offer, write an ingame message to Danzaburou! 👍 91 💬 26 replies 📌 Pinned This was a great opportunity. I couldn't keep mastering crafting and getting ahead in levels at the same time. While crafting gave experience, it was less than farming mobs in the world, and there was, of course, no dropped loot either.

Not to mention, I couldn't continuously craft as I needed to gather materials as well. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. If there was a group of people solely focusing on crafting, while others provided the materials for it, their crafting efficiency would skyrocket, and they could produce much higher quality equipment. I should get a good amount of gold for my battleaxe that I could use to pay these guys to craft me something.

I was certain they could use the materials I had gathered far more effectively than me. Gold in this game was still scarce, but there wasn't much else I could spend it on this early in the game, so I wanted to take advantage of every penny I got. With these thoughts in my mind, I got ready to sleep, even though I couldn't wait until I was free to delve into the world of Godsrealm once again.

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, painting the walls of my room in warm, golden hues. I stretched, groaning slightly as I shook off the lingering heaviness of sleep. I shuffled into the kitchen, the faint scent of coffee already lifting my spirits. I poured a steaming cup of coffee from the fresh pot on the counter, its bitter scent quickly bringing me to a functional state. Getting that automatic coffee brewer was one of my better ideas in the last couple of years.

Breakfast was simple: scrambled eggs, toast, and a handful of fresh fruit. As I ate, I checked my phone, scrolling through posts on the Silverwing forums. Most were still talking about the festival and the upcoming quests. A grin tugged at the corners of my lips as I finished my meal. After breakfast, it was time to wake up my body. I rolled out a mat in the corner of my living room, the familiar routine already etched into my muscles. Push-ups, sit-ups, planking: basic but effective.

By the time I finished, sweat clung to my skin, but my breathing was steady. A quick shower was next, the cool water refreshing me for the day ahead. I went to the living room and settled into the capsule. As the interface came to life, the world of Godsrealm unfolded before me, vibrant and full of promise. Another day, another adventure. The first thing I did as I spawned was dealing with the pack of Duskwolves that aggro'd on me just as I logged in.

Maybe next time I should find a more peaceful place to log out, I thought. At least I had a chance to try my new skills. I let out an involuntary roar as I activated Nature's Howl and got into a fighting stance. Leap Attack must have looked incredible from an outsider's perspective. As one wolf charged towards me, I backflipped into the air, dodging the attack while simultaneously sending an arrow right through the beast's skull.

The moment I landed, a second arrow was already nocked, and my bow was ready to deal the finishing blow. Piercing Shot! The shot roared through the air, and feeling the power behind it truly made me feel like I was the main character in my own story. Piercing Shot might have been a level 1 basic skill, but it felt tailor made to me. Each time I hit multiple opponents, it reminded myself of that Bastion Bridge shot back in Valhalla.

The first one collapsed, and the other two were also critically hurt, and a well placed Burning Arrow finished both. After skinning the three bodies, I made my way back to Carpa. The road wasn't too busy, with players running errands here and there, and a couple of villagers going about their daily lives. As I was getting closer to the village, I started hearing the noises of the festival: music, chit-chat, and the various sounds of crafts being done. For a moment, I felt like someone was watching me.

I stopped and instinctively reached for my bow, but as I was waiting, nothing happened. I kept scanning my surroundings carefully, but I couldn't spot anything unusual. A Rogue in stealth, I thought. Alone, maybe with a couple others waiting close by. I was certain, but I didn't act. After getting ambushed a thousand times in Valhalla, I trusted my instincts, and right now they were telling me not to give me sensing them away. They'll reveal themselves once they want to. And when that happens, I'll be ready.

After a while, I reached Carpa. The first rays of sunlight painted the village in golden hues, and I had to stop to admire the view. The realism was still something I couldn't wrap my head around. The streets glistened faintly, still damp with morning dew, as I had seen so many times in Scotland whenever I woke up early. Which was always, nowadays. A gentle mist clung to the edges of the forest.

Even the air carried the fresh scent of oak from the woods, mixed with the faint aroma of bread baking in the ovens of the village bakery and the delicacies of the festival. This could have been an IRL morning in a little English village. In the village's heart, the marketplace stirred to life. Vendors stretched and yawned as they pulled back the canvas coverings from their stalls. They were asleep mere minutes ago, just like me. It felt truly, undeniably real.

They started revealing displays of fruits, vegetables, and trinkets for sale. I said hi to Sheila as she was setting out trays of fresh loaves and golden erdberry cakes, the warm aroma drawing early risers from their homes and barely spawned adventurers alike. Farmers from the surrounding countryside had arrived, their carts laden with produce and goods for trade. The sound of the horses and carts broke the quiet, joined by the voices of villagers and players greeting one another.

A few adventurers lingered near the edge of the river, their fishing lines cast into the flowing water. The Association Hall, near the center of Carpa, was already bustling with activity. A line of players, both new and ones who had already done the same thing yesterday, formed outside the heavy wooden doors. Some held completed quest scrolls, eager to claim their rewards, while others scanned the job board for their next challenge.

Inside, conversation filled the air as association officials readied rewards and updated the quests.

"Hello!" I said to a clerk behind the desk when the line ahead of me disappeared.

"I'm here to turn in two quests!"

"Excellent!" the lady said, checking the scrolls I handed to her. After a while, the system notifications appeared. Beasts of the Lake: 1, 000 exp points, 20 silver coins, adventurer's XP: 1 A delicious meal: 1000 exp points, 20 silver coins, adventurer's XP: 1 The rewards were quite good, although the amount of experience I needed to level up had increased dramatically from the last level. I once again had over 1 gold, which reminded me of the players I needed to contact in order to sell my battleaxe.

But first, let's check the new quests. The room was already crowded with adventurers turning in quests and taking on new ones, so it took a good twenty minutes to get to the questing board. Once again, two quests were available to copper rank adventurers, and one of them was a timed quest, which meant that if I completed them, I could most likely advance to Iron rank. I took them both and checked the details in my quest journal.

Quest Log Supplies to Riverhear Required Rank: Copper ⏳ Time Limit: 23 hours, 59 minutes The Association wants brave adventurers to deliver some festive supplies to the village of Riverhear, just north of Carpa. The roads have been too dangerous to locals lately, and the residents of Riverhear don't have all necessary supplies for the Spring Festival's feasts. Each adventurer can take one supply box at the Association hall and deliver it to Riverhear.

Objectives: Deliver supply box 0/1 Fixing the Fences Required Rank: Copper Some of Carpa's fences were damaged in the celebration of the Spring Festival. Adventurers in the vicinity are kindly asked to gather wood for the reparations. Go to the Association hall for a Copper Woodsman's Axe if you don't have one in your possession. Objectives: Gather Oak Wood 0/50 Both quests were straightforward, although the timed quest required me to travel to another village within 24 hours.

The journey to Riverhear, according to the workers, was about two hours. Nothing too crazy, but not short by any means. First things first, I need to make some money and upgrade some gear. I sent a message to this El Verdugo fellow, and to my delight, he was already online. We decided to meet at the marketplace, around the den that hosted the chicken catching game I saw yesterday. El Verdugo was hard to miss.

He was a towering berserker clad in mismatched leather and iron armor, his shoulders broad and his expression intimidating. All of his equipment was rather high quality, despite this being only the second day of Godsrealm. His dark hair was slicked back, and a thick beard framed his grinning face. Behind him trailed his crew: Los Asesinos, I presumed.