LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 201: Upgrades 2
Noah immediately put the two stat points into Mana at once.
■Status Window
Name: Noah Adler
Rank: Expert
Level 50 Continue your journey with m|v-l'e m,p y r
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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☆Stats☆
Mana: 128
Strength: 134
Intelligence: 114
Dexterity: 134
Luck: 105
Stat Points: 0
Coins: 25060G
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☆Skills☆
Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv1} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv1}
Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night}
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☆Runes ☆
{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}
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Satisfied with his stats he nodded.
''Not bad, I'm level 50 with a balanced stat and my second reward is the Skill's voucher capable of upgrading my skills.''
Noah immediately used the golden coupon (Skill Voucher) on his Telekinesis skill, leveling up to level two.''
He summoned the system's store and spent 18.000G to buy another Skill Voucher and upgraded his Super Regeneration skill.
■Status Window
Name: Noah Adler
Rank: Expert
Level 50
Class: Angel of Death
Title: Goblin Slayer
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☆Stats☆
Mana: 128
Strength: 134
Intelligence: 114
Dexterity: 134
Luck: 105
Stat Points: 0
Coins: 7060G
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☆Skills☆
Common Skill: {Basic Swordsmanship},{Basic Close Combat} {Presence Detection} {Master of Weapons} {Mana's Armor Lvl 1} {Shadow Steps Level 1} {Blood Flowers} {Splitting Ripple Slash LVl 1} {Fangs of Insanity} {Flame Art} {Telekinesis Lv2} {Unprecedented Sense LV1} {Super Regeneration Lv2}
Exclusive Skills: {Seal of Death} {Night of Death} {Lord of the Night}
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☆Runes ☆
{Basic Strength},{Basic Speed} {Angel of Death}
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Noah stepped out of the refreshing shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. The bathroom mirror reflected his toned physique, a testament to his rigorous training regimen. He dried off and dressed in comfortable clothes, a casual outfit that belied the intensity of the upcoming dungeon competition.
With a quick check of his appearance, Noah grabbed his phone and dialed Arthur's number. The line rang a few times before being answered by Arthur's cheerful voice.
"Hey Noah, what's up? Ready for some dungeon crawling tomorrow?" Arthur's excitement was palpable.
Noah grinned. "Of course, I'm ready. But before that, how about we let off some steam? I know a place where we can have some fun."
Arthur's laughter echoed through the phone.
"You're on, Noah. Meet me at the usual spot in an hour. I'll bring the drinks."
As Noah hung up the phone, a sense of anticipation filled him. The prospect of spending some quality time with Arthur, combined with the thrill of the upcoming competition, created a perfect storm of excitement.
The arcade was a neon-lit haven of noise and excitement. As Noah stepped inside, he was greeted by the cacophony of arcade sounds - the whirring of machines, the jingling of coins, and the excited chatter of players. Arthur was already there, a wide grin plastered on his face as he eyed a particularly challenging-looking racing game.
"You're late, man," Arthur teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
Noah grinned back. "Hey, a hero's never late, he just arrives when he's needed."
They spent the next few hours immersed in the world of arcade games. They raced against each other, their laughter echoing through the arcade as they cheered for their virtual avatars. They competed in shooting games, their competitive spirits ignited as they tried to outscore each other.
They even tried their hand at rhythm games, their clumsy attempts at hitting the right notes resulting in a chorus of giggles.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the arcade, Noah and Arthur found themselves sitting at a table, nursing sodas and recounting their gaming triumphs. The arcade was emptying out, the once-bustling atmosphere replaced by a quieter ambiance.
"Man, that was fun," Arthur said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "We should do this more often."
Noah nodded in agreement. "Definitely. But for now, I think it's time to refuel. How about we grab something to eat?"
"You read my mind," Arthur echoed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know just the place."
He led Noah out of the arcade and into the bustling night life of the city. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of grilled meats and spices, drawing them deeper into the heart of the city. They walked past colorful stalls, where vendors hawked their wares, and lively bars, where music spilled out onto the streets.
Finally, Arthur stopped in front of a small, unassuming restaurant. The place was packed, with people spilling out onto the sidewalk. A lively band played traditional Beninese music, adding to the vibrant atmosphere.
"This place is called 'Chez Maman Benin'," Arthur explained. "They serve the best local cuisine around here."
They managed to find a table for two, and as they scanned the menu, their mouths watered at the prospect of the delicious food. Noah ordered a plate of 'fufu' and 'Sesame soup', while Arthur opted for a spicy 'chicken yassa'.
As they waited for their food, they engaged in lively conversation, catching up on each other's lives and sharing stories about their day. The camaraderie between them was evident, their laughter filling the air.
When their food finally arrived, it was a feast for the senses. The *fufu*, a starchy dough-like substance, was soft and satisfying, while the *Sesame soup* was rich and flavorful. Arthur's *chicken yassa* was tender and spicy, with a perfect balance of flavors.
As they savored their meal, they couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The food, the company, and the vibrant atmosphere created the perfect end to a perfect day.
After eating to their fill their stopped at a bar.
The bar, a dimly lit haven tucked away in a side street, exuded an air of exclusivity. Its exterior was unassuming, a simple wooden facade with a discreet brass sign. Inside, however, the ambiance was a stark contrast. The walls were adorned with vintage posters and framed photographs of legendary pool players, casting a warm glow over the dark wood paneling.
The centerpiece of the bar was a series of meticulously maintained pool tables, their green felt inviting. The air was thick with the scent of leather and polished wood, a heady mix that appealed to the senses. Soft jazz played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere.
Behind the bar, a skilled bartender deftly mixed cocktails, the clinking of glassware adding to the overall ambiance. The bar itself was stocked with a wide variety of spirits, both local and imported, promising to satisfy even the most discerning palate.
Noah and Arthur slipped into the bar, the warm, inviting atmosphere a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the city outside. They found an empty table near a pool table and slid into the plush leather seats.
"Vodka on the rocks, please," Noah ordered, his voice echoing the smooth jazz playing in the background. Arthur nodded in agreement.
As they waited for their drinks, they assessed the pool table. Its green felt looked inviting, the white balls gleaming under the soft light.
Arthur grinned. "Winner buys the next round," he challenged.
Noah raised an eyebrow. "You're on."
The bartender arrived with their drinks, the ice tinkling as it settled in the glasses. They clinked glasses in a silent toast before turning their attention to the pool table.
The game began with a friendly rivalry. Arthur had a smooth stroke, while Noah's shots were powerful and precise. They traded shots, each sinking balls with varying degrees of skill and luck. Laughter filled the air as they cheered their successes and groaned at their misses.
The vodka flowed freely, loosening their inhibitions. With each shot, their game became more intense, their competitive spirit ignited. The bar patrons watched with amused interest, their eyes following the white balls as they danced across the green felt.
The game reached a climax as the final balls remained on the table. The tension was palpable, each shot met with a collective intake of breath from the small crowd that had gathered around the table. Arthur, with a steely focus, lined up his shot. The cue ball cracked against the target ball, sending it into the corner pocket with a satisfying clink.
A cheer erupted from the crowd as Arthur raised his arms in triumph. Noah, despite the loss, couldn't help but grin.
"You win this round, champ," he admitted, raising his glass in a mock salute.
They ordered another round, the atmosphere in the bar growing more jovial. As the night wore on, the conversation turned to their upcoming dungeon competition. They discussed strategies, shared their strengths and weaknesses, and fueled each other's determination.
The camaraderie between them deepened as they shared stories, laughter, and dreams. The bar, once a mere venue for a game of pool, had transformed into a sanctuary of friendship and shared aspirations. As the clock ticked past midnight, they decided it was time to leave this place and switch to another activity.