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From a distance, it may have looked like a small, white-haired girl had just ran at and challenged a small slime.

However, in Devon's mind, and epic battle was being waged. He smashed his staff into the slime multiple times, before being blasted in the face in retaliation.

[color=#c4aead]"Gah! Damn you!"[/color] He smashed it again multiple times before taking another blast. [color=#c4aead]"I will have you and your slime family for lunch!"[/color]

This was getting hard. Devon knew that he wasn't actually sweating, but the VR was so realistic that he couldn't help but feel exerted. And this slime... this fight was so difficult! It was almost certainly some sort of mid-level boss. No matter. He would destroy it and reap the rewards. He hit it again and took another sliming.

Only then did he notice the tiny arrow pointing towards the bottom left of his vision. A small icon, glowing. He activated it.

Blue sparks shot from the tip of his staff and blasted into the slime, damaging it far more than his strikes had.

[color=#c4aead]"Ahaha! I am a genius! I have unlocked the secrets of this-gAAgh!"[/color] He was interrupted by another shot to the face.
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If anyone had cared enough to watch a far corner of the early-level Bellview fields, they would have seen a small girl triumph over the tiniest victory. But nobody did. The tiny female finished blasting the slime and collecting its drops, then collapsed on the ground in exhaustion.

[color=#c4aead]"Oh man. I'm spent."[/color]. Devon looked at the blinking icon in his HUD. [color=#c4aead]"What? 1/5 slimes defeated? Are you kidding me? I need to do that... uh... four more times? Is this game insane?"[/color]

Internally, however, somewhere in the deepest, darkest recesses of the hulking rower's mind, a tiny spark grew. Devon Doralt could hold affection for no man, but this was as close to fun as he had ever felt.

[color=#c4aead]"Well, I suppose it wouldn't be too much of an issue if I played a little longer. I [i]am[/i] sort of exerting myself here."[/color] He tried to push away another thought in the back of his mind, but it persisted. He resolved himself. Devol Doralt never shied away from the truth. [color=#c4aead]"I suppose I'll need some... some [i]help[/i] with meeting this goal."[/color]

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[sup][code]DevonDoralt132[/code][/sup]
[color=DarkGray][b]Class:[/b] Mage
Level: [b]1[/b][/color]
[color=tomato]40[/color] // [color=aqua]40[/color] // [color=palegreen]10[/color]
Basic atk x9, [color=teal]Magic Missile[/color] x6
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Body: 3
Spirit: 9
Tech: 3
[sub][u]Equipment[/u]:[/sub]
>Basic Staff[/hider]
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