sleep. Definitely old school.”
Mid looked at hum curiously for a moment. “Well, some races have natural regeneration. Trolls do, so do various slimes and lizard folk.”
“Racial traits...?”
“Yes, every race has specific traits. Trolls can become nearly impossible to kill unless you use fire or extremely potent acid, for instance.”
“What about humans?”
“Ah, a curious race. You receive an experience bonus when fighting enemies above your level and enjoy average stat growth in all stats.”
“That’s good, I suppose. It would have been nice to be given an option to change my race before playing.”
The woman looked at him strangely once more then chuckled. “Playing? What a strange statement. Well, if you don’t like being human there are ways to become something else.”
“Oh?”
“Certainly! You can be killed and resurrected as one of the undead prior to reviving. You can be turned into a vampire or a werewolf. Someone might transform you into something else, such as a hamster. There is also the reincarnation option if you desire.”
Scott did not care much for most of those so-called options. “Reincarnation?”
“Yes, it requires several thousand ability points, and you must be at least level one hundred. After those restrictions are met, you can ask any high priest about the trial of rebirth. If you pass the trial, you can restart your life at level one as a member of a new race, or even the same race with improved stats.”
“Ah, so that is definitely out for the moment.” It was nice to have the option, though. He wondered how many people simply reincarnated to increase their stats.
“True, most people only reincarnate if they get old and want to reset the clock on their life. It’s a hard thing to give up one hundred levels otherwise. Some adventurous types might do it frequently, however.”
Scott found that to be curious. “What happens when you get old? Can you die of old age?”
“Ah, yes. That is one of the few means of dying permanently, even for you. Every race has a maximum lifespan. If you don’t reach level one hundred and reincarnate before you reach that limit, you die. You’ll spend time in the underworld then reincarnate as an infant of a random race, the same as most worlds.”
“Is it difficult to reach level one hundred?”
“Oh, my. Yes, childe. There is no actual level limit in this world, but you’ll have to press into dangerous areas and survive countless battles to reach that level. Gaining a level is a time consuming thing once you grow beyond the opponents that you might face near town.”
“Oh, I see. So, only people who actively pursue a life of battle and struggle will be able to reach that sort of level?”
“Absolutely! If you live for the thrill of battle, and spend every available moment challenging monsters that are strong enough to slay you outright, you can reach level one hundred in a year or two. The average adventurer might make it to level twenty or thirty in the same amount of time.”
Mid took a breath then released it before continuing. “A normal person who wants to live an average life might never even make it to level two. Of course, you are the Champion of Origin, so you might be able to do it even faster depending on your nature.”
“Alright, that makes sense. So, what do I do now?” Scott did not bother to ask about what being the Champion of Origin meant. He was fairly certain that it related to being a player character or something similar.
“Anything that you want, pick a direction and travel young sorcerer.”
Scott looked around and was not certain what to do. He was in a new world, or a game very much like a real world it was impossible to tell at the moment. Either way, it was a new place and he had no idea where to start his life. “Do you have any suggestions?”
“Well, I do have a few small tasks that you might perform if you want a little pocket money.”
“Oh, like what?” Pocket money
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