Chapter 19

Chapter 19: The Weight of the Rock God is Reassuring~

With nothing better to do, Izay recalled his two magic abilities that were currently still blank slates and decided to take this time to study them.

Both of these required him to brainstorm how they could be developed.

If Izay were compared to a video game character, he would essentially have certain GM privileges, allowing him to design his own skills.

However, there was one crucial point: the reasonableness corresponding to his strength.

In other words, based on Izay’s current level of power, he could use Stellar Magic or Earth Magic of an equivalent strength.

At his current LV1 level, casting shockwaves or throwing powerful stone projectiles was about all he could manage.

Anything stronger would be unrealistic.

High-level operations like Heavenly Starburst were beyond his reach due to his lack of sufficient strength.

Nevertheless, he had pretty much figured out the development direction for both types of magic.

Stellar Magic would definitely evolve towards astrology, and the star-spanning divination technique of a certain light-bearer from Type Moon left a deep impression on Izay.

As for Earth Magic, there was no hesitation—straight up copying the Rock King template.

After all, isn’t there a saying?

“The weight of the Rock God”—in this dungeon filled with monsters, only the weight of the Rock God can make me feel at ease!

With excitement, Izay tinkered with his two magical abilities until dawn unknowingly arrived.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window into the room, slightly blinding as it silently informed Izay that it was already daytime.

Squinting and shielding his eyes from the sun, Izay noticed the situation and began getting up to wash up.

Yesterday, during his conversation with Loki and the three greats, they had agreed that someone would take him today to familiarize himself with the dungeon and register as an adventurer, so he shouldn’t sleep in too late.

It must be said, the person who took care of him last night was truly considerate.

Even change of clothes was prepared for him, making Izay want to give them a hug.

Though he wasn’t sure how his size got exposed…

After tidying up, Izay left his room and wandered to the second-floor Cafeteria Hall, which was where his memory ended last night.

After picking up breakfast from the kitchen staff, Izay quietly found an empty corner to enjoy his meal alone.

During this process, he couldn’t help but glance sideways at those people who came to the cafeteria early in the morning, holding wine glasses and trying to start a ruckus, unable to understand their habit of drinking in the morning.

Loki has a policy of “meals should be eaten together.” Breakfast and dinner are always held until all members except those on patrol are present, resulting in the dining hall always being packed.

Moving between chairs requires considerable effort.

Just as Izay sat down, someone noticed him.

“Yo! Newbie, good morning!”

“Good morning.”

Carrying his breakfast over to greet him was Raoul Nord, acknowledged by Chief Finn as an elite member of the Familial Group.

Being LV4, he theoretically shouldn’t have been here paying special attention to Izay so early.

Then, the other party sat next to Izay and explained the reason.

“The chief told me yesterday, saying I’d take you to the Guild for adventurer registration today and show you around the dungeon. By coincidence, I’ve finished my preparations for the expedition and have time today.”

“I see, thank you.”

“No need to thank me, we’re all companions in the same Familial Group. Since the chief sees potential in you, then I see it too~ Keep it up, Newbie!”

Raoul grinned while biting into his bread, encouraging Izay.

This action, combined with his spiky hair, made him seem oddly comedic.

Using breakfast time for conversation, Izay quickly became acquainted with Raoul.

Men’s friendships often form through such simple processes: having a meal together, playing a few games, discussing some tacit topics, and then becoming close friends.

And since they were companions in the same Familial Group, there wouldn’t be any awkward situations of fake brotherhood.

After finishing breakfast, Raoul led Izay through the Familial Group’s headquarters.

“Izay, you don’t have any good adventurer equipment yet, right? Before heading to the Guild and entering the dungeon, let’s stop by the Familial Group warehouse first and get you some beginner gear that suits you.”

“Good equipment is very important for adventurers, regardless of the era.”

On the way, Raoul smiled and conversed with Izay.

Soon, under Raoul’s guidance, the two arrived at the warehouse.

Slowly pushing open the warehouse door and stepping inside, various weapons and armors caught Izay’s eye.

Exploration factions like the Loki Familia consume a tremendous amount of weaponry and armor, spending a large sum each month on equipment, with countless outdated items being replaced.

But some, feeling high-quality and too valuable to discard or sell, were stored away.

These fine armaments were kept as reserves in the warehouse.

Whether for training or for weaker Familial Group members to use, they gradually accumulated.

There were even specialized logistics personnel frequently maintaining these weapons and armors to prevent them from becoming unusable after being stored for too long.

The warehouse before Izay now was specifically used to store such weapons and armors.

“First, tell me what type of weapon you’re accustomed to using, and I’ll help you find it.”

“Spear, I’ve trained with this weapon all my life.” Izay replied to the inquiry.

His grandfather was an experienced hunter, and Izay learned many techniques from this old man.

Perhaps adhering to the principle of “an inch longer is an inch stronger” in the wild, the old man was most proficient with spears.

Both Izay’s father and himself learned exquisite spear techniques from the elder.

Thus, three generations of Izay’s family were spear-wielding warriors.

Possibly due to natural talent, the youngest Izay turned out to be the best among the three generations in terms of skill.

The student surpasses the teacher, nothing more.

“Spear? Same choice as the chief, cool! Every time I see the chief wielding a spear in battle, it looks incredibly awesome, but I can’t learn it~”

Sighing, Raoul easily moved around the warehouse.

Not long after, Izay emerged from the warehouse wearing a set of fine light armor and carrying a silver-gray spear.

The spear was two meters long, crafted from special materials, felt slightly light when held, and its silver-gray spearhead gleamed with a cold light. The raised spine showed its sharpness without question.

According to Raoul, this seemed to be backup equipment commissioned by Finn, but it had never been used.

Not long after this weapon was forged, Finn obtained his first-tier adventurer equipment, the Spear of Command.

This caused the spear to remain unused in the warehouse collecting dust~

Now it was taken by Izay for use in the early stages.

After carefully sheathing the silver-gray spear and strapping it to his back, Izay left the warehouse together with Raoul, who carried a supporter’s backpack.

Crossing the courtyard paved with red bricks, under the watchful eyes of the gatekeeping members, the two left Twilight Manor and headed toward Northwest Street.