Journey for The 10 Gemstones

" Prove to them all. "

( Noah's POV )

I read the journal, It said something about an airdrop... It's ink fading away. The airdrop contains mystical weapons, ranging from magical bows, to magical wands that can shoot out fire.

I continued to walk through the desolate forest, the stone weapons and iron chestplate equipped. I was ready for all sorts of danger, and I mean anything. I'd spin my stone axe around skilfully, before beginning to further explore the desolate forest. Luckily, These weapons have a special magic that if someone is seriously injured and still harming them, it magically breaks and shatters.

The mechanics of this battle royale is simple. Do not fight each other to the death. I'd now walk through, the silent howling of birds, the crunching of soil, and suddenly. I see a crate in the distance. But suddenly, I see someone... Is that probably a female? But no.. That didn't look like Olivia... It looked like. Veliona?! That same girl, the one with the whip! Who beat Howard!

Veliona held a severely injured, passed out combatant in her hand, her expression stoic. Yet calm. She grabbed out a stone sword, and prepared to charge at me. I gripped my stone axe tightly, knowing damn well that if I lose this fight. She'll loot me and take the airdrop. She then charged at me ruthlessly, our gazes meeting each other desperately. But judging from the look in her eyes. She wants to be trained. But, It's every man and woman for themselves. Our weapons clashed with each other, creating a spark as it collided. I held back my Stone Axe tightly, before throwing it at her. And skilfully manage to make it return. It hit Veliona, Slightly slashing her neck. Blood gushed out like a waterfall, she gripped onto her injured neck tightly. Her gaze widened and now seething with rage as she looked and glared at me.

I put my guard up, and attempt to land another blow in succession. Our swords and axes clashed and swung through the air, a duel in the jungle happened.

Veliona took advantage, and managed to land a slash in my shoulder. I gripped it tightly, and then looked at Veliona in the eyes as she charged headfirst against me once again.

( Glenn's POV )

I continued to walk through the desolate forests, collecting loose crates, which had a ton of resources for creating a basecamp and weaponry. I made myself some leather armor, and sharpened stone axes. I looked back at the egg, it's magma veins shining beautifully against the desolate forest light. Using flint, I set up a campfire, and incubated the egg near the campfire, waiting for the first signs for it to hatch. I managed to set up a small, wooden house, it may not be the largest. But it's enough to survive the night. The most vulnerable times when an enemy might strike. Suddenly, I heard swords clashing and clanging against each other. My mind was racing if I should interfere. My heart was skipping beats as I did so. I didn't have Noah to guide me, the clockworks in my head activating time by time.

I made the bold decision of joining the clash, knowing if I somehow do an ambush I can catch them off-guard and activate a double kill. I walked up, sneaking under the underbrush. Silent as a mouse, I continued to observe the fight. Then I made out 2 faces... That Veliona girl... That whip girl who defeated Howard... And my friend Noah. But knowing well that I can only severely injure people to eliminate them, I rolled in, and joined the conflict. My heart skipped beats as I clashed with their swords, the conflict ensuing even further in a 3-front war. The sounds of grunting, gasping of combatants and battle cries echoed through the air, the swift rustling of grass, the sounds of swords clashing against each other. It echoed through the air. And the reward? It was a huge, mysterious crate. That probably contained something valuable. But I had a different strategy in mind.

Once they've been busy clashing with each other, I snuck up, silently got the huge crate, then opened it. I performed the plan, as I'd silently grunt under the huge wooden crate. It's contents were heavy, and I'd manage to carry it all the way back to my camp. I lifted back the wooden crate to the ground, making a slight smashing noise and clinging to the contents inside. I opened it, and I saw that it was a high-quality set of mythril armor, a set of different potions like Slowness Splash Potion, to Healing Potions. I sighed in relief, and watched over the incubated dragon egg. Suddenly, I heard slight cracking noises. And it revealed... A majestic, fire dragon. Though its abilities haven't been developed yet, It can blow out sight gusts of fire. I fed it some raw cow meat and helped it develop its abilities. With my mythril armor, combined with a dragon that can gush out fire. I'm sure that I can survive.

( Noah's POV )

I continued to duel Veliona, and after a few exhausted gasping. We realized. The crate was gone. We searched for it everywhere, but it just disappeared without a trace. Until, I saw dragging marks. And knowing damn well who stole it, the dragging marks weren't that visible, but I suddenly stumbled upon a base camp. And I stumbled onto Glenn, Equipped with a full set of Mythril armor, along with a baby, fire-breathing dragon. I knew damn well to not mess with him.

I said, gasping for air. I seemingly acted like a coward, and was a bit anxious. I said cowardly, even stuttering in the process. I also knew damn well to try and get on his good side.

" Uhh.... P-P-Peace..? " The fear in my eyes was too damn well visible, My dark shade of brown eyes turned around anxiously, as I gulped nervously.

Glenn scoffed, his glare saying i-don't-care.

He then chuckled and then said.

" Oh really? Who was begging for mercy now..? And by the way, Survival of the fittest. Remember. That. "

He suddenly got his mythril sword, and then charged headfirst at me. I was anxious, and there was nothing I could do. I just closed my eyes, knowing that I am absolutely doomed. Suddenly, Someone ducked in front of me. And suddenly, It was Veliona. She suffered the blow, and slowly disappeared. Fading away from the forest and back to the exit, unscathed. I watched as she got eliminated, knowing well that I just ruined someone's chances to be Howard's apprentice.

I then quickly ran away, running from vine to vine. As my body would be a blur in the desolate forest, and I slowly disappeared.

Glenn scoffed as he watched me cowardly run away, saying.

" Why am I friends with such cowards. "

A few days pass by, and out of the 200 combatants. Only 88 was standing. Most of the combatants were wearing iron armor, or for the more lucky ones. Enchanted mythril armor.

But, There are people. Who only hide to survive, Like Olivia.

( Olivia's POV )

I continued walking through the forests, I was shivering from the cold. I only had a simple stone dagger and some leather armor. My amber eyes featured a fixture of fear, anxiousness and shock. My eyes continued to dim. The sounds of leaves brushing, grass rustling and the occasional crunching of sound was near. I finally found an airdrop. It was empty, but I saw some iron plate armor that was dropped. Suddenly, I was ambushed. By a.. Humanoid cat?!

The cat stands up, and says in a playful manner. He seems to be a paladin. He wore a purple robe, and had a scimitar. Bloodied, yet shining in the bright light of the moonlight. Casting a dark, and purple lunar eclipse of light to the scimitar as it shines. He had orange and brown hues of furs, brushing majestically as it gazes at the moonlight of the star-filled skies.