Fantasy Realm [One Piece] [Harry Potter] [Naruto] - [Progression] [LitRPG]

Chapter 23: Bad women, Bad workers, and Bad Manners

Roja stares in shock. "You... how... eight basic skill slots? Reduced normal skill slots? Last time, all your stats were 5. How are they all 7 now? And what's up with those weird innate skills? They're insane... I see, that's how you did it..." She trails off, deep in thought.

After a moment of silence, Roja suddenly says, "Alright, that settles it. You're joining my guild when you hit level 5, no exceptions. Your innate skills are too rare and valuable to pass up. Our leader will definitely agree. I'll personally vouch for you. You've proven we can trust you."

Alex, stumped, thinks, "Pfft, so now that you've seen my greatness, you want me after all? Roja's so damn demanding and bossy, and the actual boss is probably even worse... I already feel like I'm back at the fucking office."

Alex thinks, "I've got to come up with some bullshit excuse to politely tell her to fuck off. No way I'm joining this angry Amazonian club just to be their manslave."

Roja, oblivious to Alex's reaction, continues, "Your innate skill has crazy potential. Your grenades alone are almost as valuable as my crystals, and that skill is what guarantees me a high-ranking position with plenty of perks in the guild, since my crystals can be traded. Your grenades, even though they only last a few hours now, could eventually last for days, making them insanely valuable. Imagine giving one to someone entering a new world, it could massively boost their combat power and survival chances. It makes sense that you're limited to 10, plus 1 more per level. Without that cap, you could stand around in the Fantasy Realm all day selling grenades like hotcakes and get rich."

Alex cuts in, "That was the plan! Sell them to people heading into a mission and get rich. Who wouldn't want a grenade that could instantly kill an enemy if they can't block or dodge?"

Roja raises an eyebrow. "Who's going to buy them if they could disappear at any moment, once you create a new one, huh? As soon as you make the 11th grenade, the first one vanishes. Nobody's going to trust something that unstable... but our guild will. They'll trust you!"

Alex, now more annoyed, thinks, "That would limit me from making new grenades, cutting down my own stock! I need those for myself! This is getting worse. I've got to put my foot down now, or I'm going to get dragged even deeper into this mess."

"Also, thank god you told me first. NEVER reveal this skill to anyone. You'll be hunted down by other guilds, and trust me, they won't be as nice as mine. When that happens, you'll either comply... or be dealt with. What other guilds can't get, they destroy."

Alex gulps. He had been planning to sell his grenades openly and would've probably revealed his skill to the public without thinking, inviting potential disaster. It's clear now he needs to hide his abilities, or he might end up forced to join worse people.

Roja, sensing something off in Alex's demeanor, bluntly says, "You're joining, right? Surely you are? If not, I could always send a few messages to some people at the Trading Hub. I'm sure it would attract quite a bit of attention if a dozen players and hundreds of Fantasy Realm workers swarmed you, asking for your grenades."

She pauses, then smiles slyly, "Just kidding. Of course, I don't need to do that... you're joining, after all... right? Right?"

"Damn bitch, fuck you!" Alex thinks bitterly. But he forces a smile and says, "Of course...."

"Great," she beams, grabbing his hand and shaking it. "You wouldn't break your promise, after all, right? Now, since that's settled... you should go to one of the workers and grab your basic skill books. Since you need to learn every single basic skill, you might as well buy all eight books in one go and head to one of the empty skill stations to learn or upgrade them."