Green's Adventures - The Tenacious Two!

Chapter 1: Registration for the Contest

Kevin sprints and sprints in a breakneck speed. Green catches up with him at a fast pace.

"Kevin, remind me in the first place where we're going?" Green says, pondering his sensible question in his mind. There he is, running with Kevin, who changed his class to Shaman. Green changed his class to Elemental Dracomancer. As you can see, in Lore, you can have many classes and change according to your preference.

"I thought you knew?" Kevin responds sarcastically.

"What are you talking about?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Alright, this is a joke," Green says, and laughs. "Really, where are we going?"

"We're going to a treasure hunting event, though I'm not sure what it is, I just heard about it from someone around town."

Green instinctively stops to think. It's his mannerism, to hear about something and think about the certain possibilities of what may have caused it.

"Hmmm..." Green says.

"Come on dude, there's no time to waste. The registration is free, and not many people will join the event,"

"Oh, alright then," Green says, but he still doesn't know anything about the treasure hunt. I might know about it later when we get there, and I'll have some information, Green thinks.

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They arrive at the contest venue five minutes later. The first thing they see is the person who registers the people who wish to join. They go to him and register their names. The registrar tells them about the contest and the objective is to find a Sneevil Chest that is the key to winning the contest. Kevin asks him where the contestants do the hunting, and the man points his finger to the opposite side. Green and Kevin turn around and see a plain field, where not much tall grass is grown. There are big rocks in some areas, and the registrar says that there are monsters hiding within them. Green asks the commonest question after what the man just said.

"So does that specifically mean we're going to be fighting the monsters as well?" 

The registrar smiles. "Yep, you're going to be fighting your way through. They are mostly going to be Zards and those average monsters. Not much of a big deal,"

Kevin laughs. "What's inside the Sneevil Chest by the way?"

He looks incredulously at Kevin. "We aren't supposed to revea--"

Kevin proceeds to a follow-up question immediately without letting him finish his answer. Green is guessing that his best friend must be very curious about it.

"Mister, are we supposed to open it?"

The registrar takes five seconds to ponder it. Then he answers.

"Well, we're not actually supposed to reveal what's inside. I'm also not sure if the Chest should be opened. It's up to the host to decide, I guess."

"Oh, okay, thanks Mister. Is the contest about to start?"

"Yes, it's starting in a minute."

Green and Kevin thank the registrar and hurry to the field. Kevin is still curious about what's inside the Sneevil Chest.

"Green, what do you think is inside it?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but eventually we'll find out. Besides, we're the strongest team I know," Green says confidently. His statement is actually true. The two are actually virtuosos at battling. Although they hate to admit it, they are really stubborn. Their stubbornness surprisingly gives them the courage to do anything. 

Kevin nods his head in agreement. He wears a confident face. Both of them are ready.

The host begins to announce the start of the competition. He speaks into the microphone, his voice magnified so that every contestant will hear.

"Alright players, the start of the Sneevil Chest Hunt begins, and I wish you all luck. Scavenge through the field and fight monsters on the way, and search for any sign of the Sneevil Chest. Be aware that a Sneevil will be guarding it, and it's no ordinary one. The Sneevil is skillful at fighting. Since we're all settled, let's begin. Ready, set, go!"

And there, the contestants run throughout the large field containing monsters, tall grass, and of course, the awaited Sneevil Chest.