Chapter 103: Four Years Have Passed
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Soon, she packed all her stuff, and I grabbed onto her shoulder.
Our vision turned, and we had appeared in our base.
"Cool, I'm still hungry,"
"That's all you have to say?"
"Ye,"
Mom locked onto the couch, immediately jumping onto it and curling into the blankets.
Her face snuggled into the warm cushion before falling straight asleep, leaving us a gasp as we thought she'd have more to say.
"*sigh*... We need to renovate this place," I mutter, staring up at the blank, metal ceiling.
…
(4 Years Later)
I stared up at the quartz ceiling, Mia hugging me from me behind.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
My eyes had a thin film coating over them as I was just starting to wake up.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I opened my status.
『Status』
[Name: Lucy]
[Level: 29/50] (19/100) XP Needed
[HP: 133/133 MP: 133/133 SP: 84/84] - Above Average
[Strength: 139] - Above Average
[Defense: 139] - Above Average
[Magic: 139] - Above Average
[Speed: 139] - Above Average
[Skills: [Necromancy] [Royal Frozen Bone Crown] [Ancient Sacrifice] [Drakes Bloodthirsty Rage] [Flood of Corpses] [Bone Armor] [Corpse Explosion]
[Variant Skills: [Lesser Quetzalcoatl's Fire of Death (Black Lava)] [Drizzle (Black Lava)]
[Summon Servants: [Fear]
…
[Shop]
[Inventory]
[Map]
[Stored Souls]
…
Nothing has changed.
I've been training nonstop for the past four years in this constrictive metal base that we loved… but now we have come to hate it.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Lucy… Can you turn off the alarm please," Mia muttered, stroking the top of my head.
I whipped my legs around, out of bed engraved into the floor, and stared at my pen phone that released a red alert; signaling monsters had invaded the island once again.
I turned off the alarm.
"So tired," I mutter.
It was the same feeling I had five years ago… Dread. I was dreading repeating the same process that we had done for the past four years.
School… It felt like school.
I stood up and looked at the mirror beside our bed.
Slowly, I removed my robe, which I forgot to take off yesterday because I was so physically exhausted that I couldn't make it to the wardrobe.
"We've grown," I muttered to myself.
Compared to four years ago, I had grown some, capping at a clean 5'11, sort of slipping down into the 5'10's. My face was less childlike as it seemed my body was desperate to keep up with my mȧturėd mindset.
I didn't realize it until a few years ago, but I was a bit chubby on the stomach and arms, despite being starved for most of my life… but now that was completely gone.
I even looked like I could model if I wanted to.
My muscles were toned but not bulging, revealing my combat progress just through a quick glance.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, so I turned my head upwards.
My lips were met with another pair of lips, so we kissed before drawing back.
"Good morning," Mia mutters.
"Good morning," I reply.
A faint hint of the Norwegian accent hung on our words like a spider desperately hanging onto a tree due to it being almost swept up by a breeze.
This was due to Mom wanting to teach us Norwegian over the past four years.
I stared at Mia's nȧkėd body, noticing how much she had improved as well.
She was on the brink of 6'1 despite the potion she took when we were younger, which was supposed to grow her into her height limit.
She had grown out her long red hair while my white hair was still kept at my shoulders.
She didn't look much more mȧturė than a few years ago as she already looked pretty mȧturė… probably due to that potion.
We changed quickly in the closet lined with hundreds of clothes, but I picked the most comfortable.
An oversized sweatshirt, sweatpants, socks, and slides.
And since it was constantly drizzling, I grabbed a bucket hat reluctantly, fixing it onto my head.
"Okay, let's go," I mutter, yawning deeply.
We made our way out of the closet and stepped onto the marble floor coated with a thin carpet that was fluffy under our feet.
Our entire base had been centered around the idea of ancient Rome, but it quickly got boring due to how much white there was.
Tup Tup Tup
We ran through the hallways, meeting up with the other girls who had grown quite a bit.
No one was below 5'10, which was pretty unexcepted as that is pretty tall for any girl… but all of us were that tall.
Mostly everybody had mȧturėd nicely, but none of it was over the top… We just grew up… That's it.
As soon as we reached a metal door, we pulled down our own levers that helped move the metal door downwards.
"Okay, who wants to go first?" Clio asks, but I don't hesitate to jump outside.
"Guess all of us," Celestine shrugs.
CAWWWWWW
…
"Auntie, we're done," Nuala says as we all walk into the main room where Auntie was at her office desk, replying to emails and doing business things… I think.
"Oh, nicely done… Uhhhh… Ethel, come here for a sec,"
Ethel runs up to her and looks at the computer monitor.
Her eyes were calm for one second, but the next second, her eyes dilated, and she began to jump up and down in excitement.
"YES!" She shouts.
"It was approved?" Aria asks.
"Yep," She replies with a wide smile.
"Your sales have already tripled in just a few hours…." Mom mutters, impressed by Ethel's work.
So, over the past four years, Ethel had been trying to chase her dream of creating a clothing brand that would help support us financially for when our training with mom is done.
But, she had to do everything herself, which meant she started using existing websites to help ship her clothes and create her clothes for free.
Then, she used the small profits to upgrade and upgrade and upgrade until now… She finally has a partnership with some of the biggest designer clothing stores in the world.
Also, the other girls couldn't tell, but I immediately saw through it and noticed this was a plan to help Ethel distract herself from her trauma.
It got much worse after Nuala fell into that giant fissure.
In fact, it was so bad that she would have a panic attack in her dream, which translated to her real-life body.
It looked as if she had been possessed each time she shivered and sometimes convulsed.
"Here you go," Mom says, shuffling out of the chair for Ethel to go scroll through the computer.
"Uh, I'm hungry," Charna mutters.
"Okay, well, first, how many undead birds were there?" Mom asks as she runs over to the kitchen and whips open the refrigerator door.
She takes out a few eggs the size of her fist and throws them onto the counter.
Normal eggs would've splattered, but these eggs didn't even crack.
"The usual amount…" I reply, sitting down on the white, wooden chair, lined with different gems.
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Soon, she packed all her stuff, and I grabbed onto her shoulder.
Our vision turned, and we had appeared in our base.
"Cool, I'm still hungry,"
"That's all you have to say?"
"Ye,"
Mom locked onto the couch, immediately jumping onto it and curling into the blankets.
Her face snuggled into the warm cushion before falling straight asleep, leaving us a gasp as we thought she'd have more to say.
"*sigh*... We need to renovate this place," I mutter, staring up at the blank, metal ceiling.
…
(4 Years Later)
I stared up at the quartz ceiling, Mia hugging me from me behind.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
My eyes had a thin film coating over them as I was just starting to wake up.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I opened my status.
『Status』
[Name: Lucy]
[Level: 29/50] (19/100) XP Needed
[HP: 133/133 MP: 133/133 SP: 84/84] - Above Average
[Strength: 139] - Above Average
[Defense: 139] - Above Average
[Magic: 139] - Above Average
[Speed: 139] - Above Average
[Skills: [Necromancy] [Royal Frozen Bone Crown] [Ancient Sacrifice] [Drakes Bloodthirsty Rage] [Flood of Corpses] [Bone Armor] [Corpse Explosion]
[Variant Skills: [Lesser Quetzalcoatl's Fire of Death (Black Lava)] [Drizzle (Black Lava)]
[Summon Servants: [Fear]
…
[Shop]
[Inventory]
[Map]
[Stored Souls]
…
Nothing has changed.
I've been training nonstop for the past four years in this constrictive metal base that we loved… but now we have come to hate it.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Lucy… Can you turn off the alarm please," Mia muttered, stroking the top of my head.
I whipped my legs around, out of bed engraved into the floor, and stared at my pen phone that released a red alert; signaling monsters had invaded the island once again.
I turned off the alarm.
"So tired," I mutter.
It was the same feeling I had five years ago… Dread. I was dreading repeating the same process that we had done for the past four years.
School… It felt like school.
I stood up and looked at the mirror beside our bed.
Slowly, I removed my robe, which I forgot to take off yesterday because I was so physically exhausted that I couldn't make it to the wardrobe.
"We've grown," I muttered to myself.
Compared to four years ago, I had grown some, capping at a clean 5'11, sort of slipping down into the 5'10's. My face was less childlike as it seemed my body was desperate to keep up with my mȧturėd mindset.
I didn't realize it until a few years ago, but I was a bit chubby on the stomach and arms, despite being starved for most of my life… but now that was completely gone.
I even looked like I could model if I wanted to.
My muscles were toned but not bulging, revealing my combat progress just through a quick glance.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, so I turned my head upwards.
My lips were met with another pair of lips, so we kissed before drawing back.
"Good morning," Mia mutters.
"Good morning," I reply.
A faint hint of the Norwegian accent hung on our words like a spider desperately hanging onto a tree due to it being almost swept up by a breeze.
This was due to Mom wanting to teach us Norwegian over the past four years.
I stared at Mia's nȧkėd body, noticing how much she had improved as well.
She was on the brink of 6'1 despite the potion she took when we were younger, which was supposed to grow her into her height limit.
She had grown out her long red hair while my white hair was still kept at my shoulders.
She didn't look much more mȧturė than a few years ago as she already looked pretty mȧturė… probably due to that potion.
We changed quickly in the closet lined with hundreds of clothes, but I picked the most comfortable.
An oversized sweatshirt, sweatpants, socks, and slides.
And since it was constantly drizzling, I grabbed a bucket hat reluctantly, fixing it onto my head.
"Okay, let's go," I mutter, yawning deeply.
We made our way out of the closet and stepped onto the marble floor coated with a thin carpet that was fluffy under our feet.
Our entire base had been centered around the idea of ancient Rome, but it quickly got boring due to how much white there was.
Tup Tup Tup
We ran through the hallways, meeting up with the other girls who had grown quite a bit.
No one was below 5'10, which was pretty unexcepted as that is pretty tall for any girl… but all of us were that tall.
Mostly everybody had mȧturėd nicely, but none of it was over the top… We just grew up… That's it.
As soon as we reached a metal door, we pulled down our own levers that helped move the metal door downwards.
"Okay, who wants to go first?" Clio asks, but I don't hesitate to jump outside.
"Guess all of us," Celestine shrugs.
CAWWWWWW
…
"Auntie, we're done," Nuala says as we all walk into the main room where Auntie was at her office desk, replying to emails and doing business things… I think.
"Oh, nicely done… Uhhhh… Ethel, come here for a sec,"
Ethel runs up to her and looks at the computer monitor.
Her eyes were calm for one second, but the next second, her eyes dilated, and she began to jump up and down in excitement.
"YES!" She shouts.
"It was approved?" Aria asks.
"Yep," She replies with a wide smile.
"Your sales have already tripled in just a few hours…." Mom mutters, impressed by Ethel's work.
So, over the past four years, Ethel had been trying to chase her dream of creating a clothing brand that would help support us financially for when our training with mom is done.
But, she had to do everything herself, which meant she started using existing websites to help ship her clothes and create her clothes for free.
Then, she used the small profits to upgrade and upgrade and upgrade until now… She finally has a partnership with some of the biggest designer clothing stores in the world.
Also, the other girls couldn't tell, but I immediately saw through it and noticed this was a plan to help Ethel distract herself from her trauma.
It got much worse after Nuala fell into that giant fissure.
In fact, it was so bad that she would have a panic attack in her dream, which translated to her real-life body.
It looked as if she had been possessed each time she shivered and sometimes convulsed.
"Here you go," Mom says, shuffling out of the chair for Ethel to go scroll through the computer.
"Uh, I'm hungry," Charna mutters.
"Okay, well, first, how many undead birds were there?" Mom asks as she runs over to the kitchen and whips open the refrigerator door.
She takes out a few eggs the size of her fist and throws them onto the counter.
Normal eggs would've splattered, but these eggs didn't even crack.
"The usual amount…" I reply, sitting down on the white, wooden chair, lined with different gems.
Soon, she packed all her stuff, and I grabbed onto her shoulder. Our vision turned, and we had appeared in our base. "Cool, I'm still hungry," "That's all you have to say?" "Ye," Mom locked onto the couch, immediately jumping onto it and curling into the blankets. Her face snuggled into the warm cushion before falling straight asleep, leaving us a gasp as we thought she'd have more to say. "*sigh*... We need to renovate this place," I mutter, staring up at the blank, metal ceiling. 4 Years Later I stared up at the quartz ceiling, Mia hugging me from me behind. BEEP BEEP BEEP My eyes had a thin film coating over them as I was just starting to wake up. BEEP BEEP BEEP I opened my status. Status Name: Lucy Level: 29/50 19/100 XP Needed HP: 133/133 MP: 133/133 SP: 84/84 - Above Average Strength: 139 - Above Average Defense: 139 - Above Average Magic: 139 - Above Average Speed: 139 - Above Average Skills: Necromancy Royal Frozen Bone Crown Ancient Sacrifice Drakes Bloodthirsty Rage Flood of Corpses Bone Armor Corpse Explosion Variant Skills: Lesser Quetzalcoatl's Fire of Death Black Lava Drizzle Black Lava Summon Servants: Fear Shop Inventory Map Stored Souls Nothing has changed. I've been training nonstop for the past four years in this constrictive metal base that we loved but now we have come to hate it. BEEP BEEP BEEP "Lucy Can you turn off the alarm please," Mia muttered, stroking the top of my head. I whipped my legs around, out of bed engraved into the floor, and stared at my pen phone that released a red alert; signaling monsters had invaded the island once again. I turned off the alarm. "So tired," I mutter. It was the same feeling I had five years ago Dread. I was dreading repeating the same process that we had done for the past four years. School It felt like school. I stood up and looked at the mirror beside our bed. Slowly, I removed my robe, which I forgot to take off yesterday because I was so physically exhausted that I couldn't make it to the wardrobe. "We've grown," I muttered to myself. Compared to four years ago, I had grown some, capping at a clean 5'11, sort of slipping down into the 5'10's. My face was less childlike as it seemed my body was desperate to keep up with my mturd mindset. I didn't realize it until a few years ago, but I was a bit chubby on the stomach and arms, despite being starved for most of my life but now that was completely gone. I even looked like I could model if I wanted to. My muscles were toned but not bulging, revealing my combat progress just through a quick glance. Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, so I turned my head upwards. My lips were met with another pair of lips, so we kissed before drawing back. "Good morning," Mia mutters. "Good morning," I reply. A faint hint of the Norwegian accent hung on our words like a spider desperately hanging onto a tree due to it being almost swept up by a breeze. This was due to Mom wanting to teach us Norwegian over the past four years. I stared at Mia's nkd body, noticing how much she had improved as well. She was on the brink of 6'1 despite the potion she took when we were younger, which was supposed to grow her into her height limit. She had grown out her long red hair while my white hair was still kept at my shoulders. She didn't look much more mtur than a few years ago as she already looked pretty mtur probably due to that potion. We changed quickly in the closet lined with hundreds of clothes, but I picked the most comfortable. An oversized sweatshirt, sweatpants, socks, and slides. And since it was constantly drizzling, I grabbed a bucket hat reluctantly, fixing it onto my head. "Okay, let's go," I mutter, yawning deeply. We made our way out of the closet and stepped onto the marble floor coated with a thin carpet that was fluffy under our feet. Our entire base had been centered around the idea of ancient Rome, but it quickly got boring due to how much white there was. Tup Tup Tup We ran through the hallways, meeting up with the other girls who had grown quite a bit. No one was below 5'10, which was pretty unexcepted as that is pretty tall for any girl but all of us were that tall. Mostly everybody had mturd nicely, but none of it was over the top We just grew up That's it. As soon as we reached a metal door, we pulled down our own levers that helped move the metal door downwards. "Okay, who wants to go first?" Clio asks, but I don't hesitate to jump outside. "Guess all of us," Celestine shrugs. CAWWWWWW "Auntie, we're done," Nuala says as we all walk into the main room where Auntie was at her office desk, replying to emails and doing business things I think. "Oh, nicely done Uhhhh Ethel, come here for a sec," Ethel runs up to her and looks at the computer monitor. Her eyes were calm for one second, but the next second, her eyes dilated, and she began to jump up and down in excitement. "YES!" She shouts. "It was approved?" Aria asks. "Yep," She replies with a wide smile. "Your sales have already tripled in just a few hours." Mom mutters, impressed by Ethel's work. So, over the past four years, Ethel had been trying to chase her dream of creating a clothing brand that would help support us financially for when our training with mom is done. But, she had to do everything herself, which meant she started using existing websites to help ship her clothes and create her clothes for free. Then, she used the small profits to upgrade and upgrade and upgrade until now She finally has a partnership with some of the biggest designer clothing stores in the world. Also, the other girls couldn't tell, but I immediately saw through it and noticed this was a plan to help Ethel distract herself from her trauma. It got much worse after Nuala fell into that giant fissure. In fact, it was so bad that she would have a panic attack in her dream, which translated to her real-life body. It looked as if she had been possessed each time she shivered and sometimes convulsed. "Here you go," Mom says, shuffling out of the chair for Ethel to go scroll through the computer. "Uh, I'm hungry," Charna mutters. "Okay, well, first, how many undead birds were there?" Mom asks as she runs over to the kitchen and whips open the refrigerator door. She takes out a few eggs the size of her fist and throws them onto the counter. Normal eggs would've splattered, but these eggs didn't even crack. "The usual amount" I reply, sitting down on the white, wooden chair, lined with different gems.
