Strongest Gacha God.

Name: Felix Taylor.

Age:17

Potential: Undecided.

Core rank:F(E rank due to effects of moonrage)

Class: Warrior.

Physique: Moon's rage Physique(Dormant)

Skills: Basic Wind control, basic mana circulation.

Inventory: 38/???

[Banner system]

Beginner.

Intermediate. (Locked)

Advanced. (Locked)

Ultra. (Locked)

Banner points:3

It was night and the cold winds whistled through Felix's blonde hair as he silently stood atop a desert hill, his catapult loaded with a pebble drawn.

His pupil's thinner in shape due to the unquie changes his body was going through under the moonlight flashed with a pedetory gaze as they reflected a herd of camels drinking from the an oasis.

Lighting a camp fire beside the camels were a group of what appears to be humans, in thick clothing and armor ranging from leather to metallic.

"Are they friendly?"

Redrawing his aim, he questioned.

He wasn't the brightest of persons but he knew he didn't have to apply the logic of his world to the new world he was in.

He wasn't a mind reader,an empath nor did he have future sight.

Whether the group ahead would welcome him with hospitality or hostile, he wasn't sure hence he was hesitant.

"Maybe I should keep a distance and stalk them. They seem to be traveling so they might lead me to a settlement if I'm lucky."

He really was hungry and he wanted nothing more than sink his teeth into those juicy camels around the Oasis....

"What's going on with me."

Pain shot through his head and his one's slitted pupils returned to normal.

"I don't like Camel meat." He paled realizing his hunger–no his new Physique was getting the better of him.

"I have to find something to eat before I start carving humans."

A single day in this place was already turning him into a beast, he couldn't help but shudder as he wondered about the effects if his stay lasted much longer.

"Fortune circle around the human."

Summoning his cat, it spawned on his shoulder with a nod of approval.

"Don't get detected." He warned followed by the vanishing of his cat.

"I haven't used Lucky bomb today so I have an insurance atleast."

Looking at the pro and cons of his situation, he followed the logical pathway and chose to make contact with the humans.

He didn't know their powerlevel but he was confident with Fortune's abilities if things turn south he would be able to escape with his life.

It took a bit of confidence but sending his catapult back into his inventory and taking out a steel sword, he began his approach.

The humans ahead didn't seem like the type that would take him serious if he approached with a rubberband strapped to a stick but a sword no matter what material it was made of or how battered it was, should be a different question.

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Diesel was an independent Mercenary for hire. Unlike the famed Adventurers she handled all kinds of jobs from killing both humans and monsters to simple delivery work.

Right now she was doing the latter along three other individual.

She normally would have preferred to play sole but for some reason, her contractor had insisted she was accompanied by a group of his choosing.

He probably didn't trust her was her first instinct but she didn't have time to dwell over that. She worked for money not trust.

And her contractor was right to not trust her after all she worked in a very untrusted environment.

"Ha...why do we have to do this with camel in the first place?"

One of the three people that were accompanying her, Marcus complained.

Marcus was a slender looking man with tanned skin and chestnut coloured hair.

Adorned in leather brown armor, his appeared nothing more than an amateur adventurer but Diesel had learnt years ago apperenace could be deceiving with her being a great offender of that.

"The boss didn't want any prying eyes hence the more low-key transport."

Sitted beside her and carefully sharpening a pair of daggers was Evelyn, a blonde haired petite girl with lengthy ears and covered from shoulder to legs in a dark ragged cloak.

If Marcus appeared like a resident everyday Adventurer then Evelyn looked like an assassin which she was.

Her dull blue eyes reflecting her weapons lacked warmth, something those whom work in the underworld for years tend to lose.

"Wouldn't a public transport from the capital to our destination work?"

The last of the group a teenager with fierce red hair and eyes inquired, tilting the black witch hat on her head.

She was Dorothy, a mage whom specialized in flames and the most dangerous among the four of them.

Why a mage has chosen to help deliver a mysterious package instead of stick to the books left Diesel confused but she was one that didn't question anything that didn't offer no benefit to her.

"Boss probably worried one of the passenger might snatched the package from right underneath Dorothy's nose."

"Watch you tongue fox, I'm not that careless."

Marcus and Dorothy began an argument which wasn't rare. The two were like oil and water hence could never mix or get along.

One always has the need to put down the other out of pure satisfaction.

For Marcus he played the role of a clown but Dorothy, she had heard was a demon so she had made herself believe it was one of those pride things.

"Evelyn how long to our destination?"

Their antics did lighten the mood for Diseal but it's novelty was beginning to wear of hence she looked away and directed her attention to the assassin sharpening her blade.

"A few more days."Evelyn not brothering to look at her responded coldy.

"I want the precise calculation not you vagueness."

"Do I look like a GPS to you?"

"I mean..."

"I perfectly understand what you mean missy and like I said before I'm no GPS. "

Displaying minor hostile, Evelyn rose to her feet and walked away.

"Tch... Bitch."

Watching her depart, Diesel cussed under her breath.

Dorothy and Marcus weren't the only one's that couldn't mix.

She had her one counterpart in Evelyn something that began years before she even took this mission.

"I want to get this over with and take a trip to the...."

Her words were cut short, when she noticed an unfamiliar person approach.

"We got company."

Grabbing the bronze colored spear laying beside her, she alerted Marcus and Dorothy whom now vigilant rose to intercept the individual.