Galaxy's First Ruler

Aldrich nodded as the System asked for his confirmation.

[…

Submitting request to create Skill…

Optimizing Skill…

Skill 'All Proficient' is created

ExPs consumed: 15000

Warning: The consumed ExPs are permanently lost

Warning: You have fallen back to Level 11

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Aldrich took a breath of relief. He wasn't optimistic about the number of ExPs that the System would consume for this kind of Skill. But even after optimization, he still got the better end of the deal.

[…

Skill: All Proficient (Rare)

Nature: Active

Cooldown: 00:01:00 hrs

Minimum Usage Condition: Dreamer must satisfy individual weapon's usage condition

Consumption: 3 MP per second

Description: Dreamer has access to all Beginner Level Proficiencies available in the System

Warning: The Skill would go to Cooldown once the current weapon is unequipped

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"Haha… "

Aldrich saw the warning and couldn't help but laugh. He got up and proceeded towards the portal to the outside. There was a specific time limit to Dungeon for the people on earth. But once inside, all that mattered was Quests. Nobody has ever tested the limit of time stretch within the Dungeon, but the longest someone had stayed and come out alive was 5 days. Aldrich took a step in the blue-green light, knowing no matter how long he had spent in the Dungeon, it was only 5 hours for others.

Woosshhhh!!!

As Aldrich stepped out, he saw the red pillar of light surrounding the statue regaining its turbid yellow color. But that wasn't the only thing that had greeted him. On the main road outside the building, there were rows of soldiers with their guns pointed at him. And there were hundreds of black-suited men who had a strange pistol glowing with a blue color. It seemed 5 hours were enough for American forces to find out Aldrich's position and come here.

Aldrich saw the same officer, now with a deep frown on his face, in a heated argument with one of the American agents. Aldrich saw the officer shrugging off and spitting towards the mass of agents. The officer looked at Aldrich and came towards him. 2 soldiers followed him with almost the same weapon, but the glow on them looked dull compared to their American counterparts.

"You have created some trouble, Mr. Masked Menace. It's becoming very hard for the Irish government to interject in this matter."

Aldrich didn't reply to the officer's comment. He eyed the agents and the weapon in their hands and felt disappointed seeing no Stats over these. He realized these were not the products of a Dreamer's Skill using materials from the Crawlers and Mana core. These weapons were part of the mass-produced Anti-Dreamer weapons that were getting supplied throughout the security agencies of the world. Aldrich threw a bag full of Mana cores of Changelings towards the officer and, for a moment, every soldier and agent flinched in horror.

"You can have all the contents of the bag. Give me two Common Rank Items."

"Two Common Rank Items? You must be out of your mind! No matter what's in this… "

The officer's words cut short as he opened the bag a little to look. His mouth was left agape and his eyes became wide open. Aldrich watched as the red-faced officer from all the raging arguments gained a sheepish smile on his face. The officer took out a communicator and voiced a few commands. Aldrich could hear an even more unrestrained laugh from the other side.

"I knew you were one of a kind when I first saw you."

The officer flattered Aldrich as a van came running down from the distance. The American agents tried to approach Aldrich, but the piercing glare from the soldiers rooted them in their place. Aldrich saw a brunette in a blue one-piece stepping out of the Van. He raised his eyebrows as he saw the Stats hovering above her. There was no way any Dreamer could have come so fast from the Random Dungeon.

The 5 hours time limit was calculated from the entry of the first Dreamer to the exit of the last. Aldrich knew that the rest of his Ex-Party members must have left only a few minutes before him. And it was hard to tell if other Dreamers were willing to leave a Party amid the raid in Dungeons.

This meant only one thing. That this lady never went to a Dungeon in the last 5 hours. Aldrich immediately opened his Stat window and was quite astonished by what he saw.

[…

Record of Aldrich

Time Left: 331:00:00 hrs

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Aldrich again emphasized his understanding of the System. A brutal way to raise a force of Dreamers and selecting Leaders out of them. He closed his eyes and the visions of Broken Faith flashed by his eyes. As he was thinking of the inevitable, the lady had already approached him. Aldrich had never come in contact with many beautiful women so far. But even he felt that nature had blessed the young lady with dazzling beauty. Her blue eyes and matching one-piece over long and slim legs could have palpated the heart of any young man.

But Aldrich had become a thing who couldn't be qualified as young and old now.

"Hello. I am Finola. Leader of the Clan Hy-Brasil," said Finola, bringing forward a briefcase.

Aldrich nodded in response.

"Here are the two Items of Common Rank. One is a Ring that enhances Mana and the other is an earring."

Aldrich had already scanned the content using his Divine Sense. He held the briefcase and was about to go when Finola took a step forwards and neared him. The scent of perfume smashed Aldrich's nostrils. He distinguished white florals, musk, and vanilla, among many other ingredients. A gentle but heavy Divine Sense enveloped him. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"I have a proposal for you. As you must have known by now that you are being wanted by the American government. And we just received a report that one of the largest Guilds from India has also declared war on you."

Aldrich could only guess what must have happened over there.

"Too many organizations are after your life. But I would guarantee your safety if you decide to stay in Ireland and become its citizen."

Aldrich saw as Finola took out the documents and possibly a contract of some sort. Even the officer was smiling from ear to ear. And why wouldn't he? Anyone in Aldrich's position would be more than satisfied by this kind of proposal.

As Finola was the strongest Dreamer in Ireland. 

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Finola was quite confident in her skills and persuading capabilities. But she was even more confident in her strength. Even if the Dreamer in front of her would refuse the proposal, she had determined herself to hire him in her Guild. In her mind, only an idiot would refuse a lucrative proposal from The Dreamer of her stature. She had also thought of a way to dispose of the American agents who seemed thirsty for blood. All pieces were in place and the only thing left was for her "Charm" to take effect.

But the dreams of all the people presented there got broken by one word from Aldrich.

"Home."

Finola's Divine Sense shuddered tremendously as she heard the voice. She faltered and took several steps back. A blue-green light enveloped Aldrich, leaving the Rare ranked Witch of Thousand Charms with the utter fright written on her face.