Chapter 201 – Over the Summit (VII)

Chapter 201

Over the Summit (VII)

Alright, Jake, enough weeping.

There isn’t much left, and I’m actually kind of excited about this next tidbit. Overall, monthly quests have been a sour disappointment, to be honest. It was sort of like discovering a new system in a game you’re enjoying, using it once, but then realizing it was kind of shit and never using it again. Unless the game forces you to, in which case you do it while bitching and moaning about it.

So, whatever’s in store has to be better than what I’ve got now.

Hopefully.

Oh, dear system, be kind for just a bit more, pretty please…

[Monthly Quests System has been restructured]

[…]

[Every month, a pool of Monthly Quests will be randomly generated. You may use Creation Points to purchase any one you want, up to 3]

[Higher-tier quests will cost more Creation Points but also yield greater rewards]

[Quests that remain incomplete by the month’s end will be marked as Failed]

[Quests will be geared toward the Host’s current circumstances where applicable]

[A small chance to trigger a multi-tiered quest where applicable]

[…]

[Rewards from the Monthly Quest have been restructured]

[Every Quest, upon completion, will at the very least yield as many Creation Points as it cost to purchase it. Additional rewards will be based on how quickly and effectively it was completed]

[Every 50 completed quests will trigger a special, additional reward]

[…]

[Congratulations, Host, and good luck!]

Phew.

Finally done.

That took ages, to be honest. But now that it’s over… yeah, I kind of want it to have lasted a bit longer. I mean, of course I did; who wouldn’t want rewards to just keep on coming?

Alas, all things must come to an end.

It’s a huge shuffle, admittedly. Probably the biggest one I’ve experienced since starting my life in this world. And it’s entirely reflected in the way I feel.

It’s sort of like a dozen things coming together to form that uniquely singular sensation–like that moment when you can finally breathe through both your nostrils after they’ve been clogged for days, and that feeling when you wake up thinking you’re late for work only to realize it’s Sunday so you can just crash back onto bed and go comatose for 6 more hours, and that time when you summon up every ounce of courage to ask a girl out and the flood of relief that hits you when you hear ‘Yes’, and a myriad of other tiny moments all coming together.

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The world is clearer in ways I couldn’t have even imagined, like I’ve been looking at it through a thick fog before. It’s a bit overwhelming, but in a good way.

I stood up and left, stepping out into the cool of the night–finally, I didn’t have to use a special art just to keep myself warm against the harsh weather. Coating myself in a thin layer of Qi turned the razor-sharp wind into a pleasant breeze.

With a single step, I crossed over thirty yards of distance, stirring the small mound of snow beneath my boots. There really is nothing quite like this–I can kind of understand why people die in the numbers that they do. I feel… invincible. And that’s not a good feeling to have–because I decidedly am not anywhere near invincible.

I’m still a sheet of paper, only now I’ve been laminated. Sure, I can endure a few extra things, but a single stab wound is still enough to kill me.

At the same time, I’m also in the fourth decade of my life–with about seventy-something years of combined memory–in addition to coming from a completely different world.

What if someone felt this way when they were seventeen?