[SP-F1] Earning A Living [COMPLETED]

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Yes, Atlas certainly had a plan, this might have been a game that was a high tech battle for life and death, but it was still a game. He had played many VRMMO’s in his time. He had to believe that the approach that had allowed him to thrive in these games would carry over here, if not for his sake, then for the players who are terrified. Ah well, for the time being, there was no other option but to move forward, no matter the danger. Checking the Information Broker's guide, he was sure that in order to get his most basic of materials, he should focus his attention on farming the «Frenzy Boars» that could be found outside Starting City.

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The cloaked swordsman with the blue mantle cloak faced off against another «Frenzy Boar», his simple iron sword and a careful watch on his HP bar as he shifted his stance ever so slightly. This was the difficult part that had cost many players their lives. Fighting for his life, in a situation where failure would equal death, many players panicked and flailed wildly with their weapons. Even if they managed to hit their target with their wild swings, the damage done would prove minimal at best.

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In order to win, players needed to learn to specialize their skills. Atlas had to sharpen his Sword Skills. These Sword Skills were performed using the system created by the «Cardinal», allowing players to strike faster or stronger than would otherwise be possible. More importantly, the «Cardinal» atuomatically accounted for accuracy, helping players with no comabt experience in the real world hold off monster like these «Frenzy Boars». Atlas had been practicing, and could even make his own combat maneuvers of his own with the help of the «Cardinal».

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He focused lowering his body and bringing his sword down parallel to his leg just so, drawing the weapon back he paused, feeling the skill begin to activate. Knowing that the attack has been ready, he lets the skill go. Instantly he slashes forward in a blur, his sword snapping out and up in a single slash upwards from the bottom right. This is the One-Handed Sword skill «Flaming Bird» one of the two slash type maneuvers.

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It’s damage is largely insignificant, but against a low level «Frenzy Boar» it is enough severely deplete the monster’s HP. Using the Sword Skills required absolute focus, and he had initiated the skill easily enough. Of course now came the second maneuver, «Blue Exes» starting from the top right and drawing and x on the target, causing a blue ray to follow the sword's motion. The «Frenzy Boar» started to run around, causing Atlas to miss his skill.

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This time the skill executes properly, carving deep into his intended target. Instantly the HP bar depletes, dropping into the red and flickering before the «Frenzy Boar» bursts into polygons with a flash of prismatic color. Taking a moment to savor the victory, even if it was hardly worthy of glory, Atlas opens his inventory window, scrolling down, and confirming that the mob had deposited the most basic of crafting materials into his inventory. With a few hours of hunting under his belt, he might even be able to make a heavy armor to sell. Soon he could begin leveling his Profession at his leisure, not to mention the experience points for farming these «Frenzy Boar» wasn’t that bad. Still, the sun falls, and in comes the night.

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He had set out to obtain his desired profession, and had taken this goal a step further by gathering a few materials to use. He supposed that this would qualify as the day having been a success. Sheathing his «Long Sword», he turned his attention back on the nearby city. One day, maybe not as soon as he would have liked, they would be free. He promised, that he would help free the players of this game.

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Atlas started back down the worn path intent on being back in the Town of Beginnings by nightfall. He had managed to obtain a little Col together through his farming of the «Frenzy Boars», no doubt players would be starving. Perhaps tonight he could help some players enjoy something a little more appetizing. He wouldn't mind getting something that would taste great, even if it was simply pixels. With such thoughts on his mind the swordsman returned home, ready to share food for the unfortunate ones around the town.

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