Omen: 5, 14

  ‘I suppose I should finally make those enting recipes.’

  After his m routine of w out and feeding his children, Adam made his way to the enting shrine. An Iyrman he did nnise escorted him to the shrine. Six sturdy standing stones encircled a rge patterned floor. The entire area, not just the standing stones, was engraved with a symbols Adam couldn’t prehend. The sun shone from above, providing them with light and warmth, and its power.

  Adam pced down seven amber gems, one on each standing stone, and the st on the floht in the tre. He held a longsword he had fed within the Iyr over a year ago, one of his best bdes he had fed. He had thought about using an axe, but he chose a longsword, si would sell for more.

  Mana: 18 -> 11Enting Check (Intelligence)(Iyr Shrine)D20 + 7 = 13 (6)Omen: 5, 14 -> 514 + 7 = 21 (14)

  Adam plucked a Thread of Fate, using one of his Omens. His presence had already caused the world to ge, but with his ability to shift Fate was something which went further beyond his reach. The Divine knew about his ability to shift Fate, and though there were some pints, Lady Arya, Goddess of War, was gd for it.

  How else could civil wars break within Aldnd and Aswadasad?

  ‘Why did it take so much Mana?’ Adam thought. Typically, his enting required much less, oo three Mana, but it had never reached seven before. ‘Bell?’

  [Yes?]

  ‘Why is it using so much Mana?’

  [You are creating a recipe.]

  ‘Right?’

  […]

  ‘Oh.’ Adam had fotten just how useless Bell was in expining the system. ‘I guess I have to use at least this much Mana to create new recipes for ons?’

  Adam returo the estate ie afternoon, his triplets already staring at him as he stepped through through the archway into the courtyard. The Iyr’s estates were made of blocks, each a square, which could be accessed through the four entrances in the middle of each side, with a tral courtyard in its tre.

  “It feels a little weird enting again,” Adam admitted to Sonarot over dinner. Once more, the Ool family cooked, as they always did for the first week of the month.

  “W hard feels weird to you, Adam?” Sonarot asked, her smile pyfully teasing the boy.

  “Hearing that back also sounds weird,” the Half Elf admitted. He had ented so much the previous year, he was starting to feel sick of it. Not quite the same siess he had when he ented too much, but more a siess of the heart. “I’m not sure what the pn is for this year, but I probably won’t be enting as much. I say that, but I do need another axe.”

  Sonarot pced a hand on his knee, smiling warmly as she always did. Adam replied with a nod, realising a darkness had overe his face. He had lost his greatest treasure to the Rot family, which was now in the hands of his brother, Jurot. Phantom was his greatest axe to date, though he had not yet uood how terrifying the on actually was. His sed axe, that which he had created to keep the Iyr off his back, was called Wizard’s Axe.

  It required Adam to ect himself to it on a deeper than typical level, but it was a wonderful axe. It held a Basius, a +1, but it did so much more. It dealt greater damage than a typical battleaxe, and he could use it to el his spells. It could do all that, all the while he could hide its presen the form of a ring. Truly, a great on anyone could envy.

  Yet he had lost it to a great foe. He had only lost twice since beginning his third life. Once was to Jarot, the Iyrman his you son was named after. The Iyrman was a great warrior, one who could resist almost all damage with his rage, and had beat Adam with only one arm.

  The sed time still haunted him.

  It was any other day. He had been walking from Red Oak, journeying towards the Awakened Forest to the south. This was before the civil war, when the King’s Sword turned against the King for one reason or ahe group, Adam and many of his panions, many of whom were Experts, some of whom were even Iyrmen, had e face to face with an old man.

  He was a handsome old man, which should have warned Adam then and there, but he wasn’t just an old man. He knew of Adam, the fact that he was an Anomaly in this world. That same old man had also known that Lucy, one of Adam’s panions, was also an Anomaly, and a Demon Lord.

  Adam, who had sin twons, had been utterly defeated with ease, along with the rest of his panions, and Lucy had been killed. The old man, Shama, had taken Adam’s axe, and had walked away as though he hadn’t just killed Adam’s friend.

  “I’ll definitely get stronger, Aunt,” Adam said, g his fist.

  “You are strong,” Sonarot assured, before pg a hand on his head, rubbing it gently. She smiled, easing Adam’s worries.

  ‘Right,’ Adam thought, his lips twitg into a smile. He thought back to when Sonarot told the old man off in the Iyr. His eyes fell to Lanarot, who was currently feasting on a bread bun, her faarrowed in thought. She jerked as Adam picked her up, but rexed, leaning up against his chest as she ate. Konarot, Karot, and Kirot all looked up towards their father, pouting.

  ‘Wait.’ Adam furrowed his brows. ‘Isn’t everyone around me so much cooler?’ He looked to Sonarot, who mao reprimand someone like Shama, and then his eyes fell to Jarot, the boy named after an Iyrman who had decided to step down after losing his arm to a powerful dragon. Even after losing an arm, many thought he’d still remain active, because he was just that wild.

  ‘Should I really just ent?’

  Adam tio ent. He wasirely sure how he’d mao create a recipe for a fire sword, but he tio ent the on. Even if he had no idea how to create a recipe, a formu, for the same entment, he’d still be able to sell all the ons for a pretty copper .

  “One huhousand copper,” Adam said, standing in front of the Elder.

  “Yes?” Zijin replied. He was an Orcish Iyrman, and the Elder of the nine shared estates, including the estate which Adam currently lived within.

  “I just realised that a thousand gold is one huhousand copper,” Adam said, blinking. He had just arrived to speak with Elder Zijin, and had blurted out the random thought. “Isn’t a copper about a…” Adam realised Zijin would have no idea about the currency from his first life. ‘Isn’t a copper about a pound?’ Adam had retly checked how much money he had, and it easily cleared three thousand gold.

  “How I help you?” Zijin asked, once he realised that Adam had finished his thought.

  “I just wao inform you that I’ve finished enting the sword,” Adam said.

  “A sword?” Zijin raised his brow.

  “I know, I know.” Adam sighed. “It’s not for me, obviously. It’s the first of many as I try and figure out how to make a recipe for the on.”

  Zijin bowed his head. He had been informed of the deal Adam had created, and was one of the few Iyrmen to know of its existence. “I uand.”

  “I was thinking that the Iyr could au them on my behalf? I mean, if you don’t want them.”

  “We .” Zijin made a note of it within a book. It was bound within thin, grey leather, with his family symbol in the er.

  “Appreciate that, as always.”

  “You are fortuo au the ons this year,” Zijin said, pushing forward the tray of snacks towards the Half Elf. “The war will increase their price. They may increase two fold, but you at least expe additional half portion. A fifty pert increase.” Zijin smiled.

  Adam whistled, pig up one of the fried, doughy snacks. “hey say war is good for business. Not sure Vonda will like that, but Dunes will love it.” He bit into the hard cracker, chewing it quickly.

  Zijin smirked slightly, before writing in his book. “I will send the ons to be aued. One on each month should bring you more .”

  “I’m not sure how long I’ll stay this year,” Adam admitted, unsure of how many ons he could make for the aus. “I was rather lucky today with enting, top five pert you might say.” Adam chuckled at his joke. “I’m hoping to make a neon this year, ohat I’ll be allowed to keep, and ohat’ll sort out powerful old men who want to kill my friends.”

  “Whitments do you wish to p the axe?”

  “I’ll be making something using the nightval bear core I have. I won’t be making it quite as powerful as Phantom, though, I assure you.”

  Zijin bowed his head slowly. Adam wasn’t an idiot, no matter how much he preteo be one. He had started behaving well after finding out he had five children.

  “Alright, well, I should head back before dinner gets cold. I’m sure Jirot is being a menace. She’s been crawling all over the pce like a maniac.”

  “Are you still saving up for their uy fees?” Zijin joked.

  “Something like that.” Adam smiled towards the Elder, winking.

  “Have a nice dinner, Adam.”

  “You too, Elder.”

  Once Adam left, Zijin brought up the bck book, which would be used as eviden whether to kill Adam or to spare him. He made a hin the book, before pg it bato his robes.

  Elder Zijin's notes.

  Adam is so annoying talking about his children all the time. Reason to kill #666.

  Jirot is indeed a me she's cute. Reason to not kill #4.