"I’ll be ho, Finn. Things aren’t looking tht for you as a mage," Yukha said.

  "Yeah, I figured," Finn replied with a weak smile.

  "But don't despair—it’s not the end of the world. At least we’ve established that you have a strong affinity for fire. For now, that will be our focus. Fire will be yreatest on iower," Yukha tinued.

  "As for the other elements, we work on improving them little by little. It will take time, but, fortunately, time is something we’ve got plenty of."

  Finn’s lips curled into a smirk. "Actually, I’ve got a better idea."

  Yukha raised a curious brow. "Oh? Do tell, Finn. I am eager to hear it."

  "Before I do, I o cheething first—just to firm a theory," Finn replied, his attention shifting inward.

  With a mental and, he opehe system’s shop. If his hunch was corred the system operated simirly to a game, he might just find the solution he needed here.

  Rows upon rows of items filled the shop interface, but Finn ighem, fog instead on the search bar. After a moment of thought, he mentally typed his first keyword: "Reset."

  Autoplete suggestions poputed the dropdown, but ched what he was looking for. Most were reted to skills or miseous items. Uerred, he scrolled through all the results, even going as far as the third and final page. Still, nothing.

  Frowning, he returo the search bar and tried again. This time, he entered: "Transfer."

  Again, he sed through the suggestions, bing through the results page by page. By the time he reached the sixth and final page, frustration had set in. He was about to abandon his search altogether when, at the very bottom of the page, he spotted it—a glimmer of hope amidst the sea of items.

  His eyes widened as he read the description twice, just to be sure:

  Transfer Scroll (Elemental Affinity)

  Category: Misc. Items

  Description: A scroll used to transfer elemental affinities.

  Cost: 1 VP upon initial purchase. es 100 VP per 1 point transferred upon use.

  Finn wasted no time buying it. O appeared in his iory, he retrieved it. The scroll looked just as he’d imagihick, rough part bound with a blue silk ribbon. It smelled faintly of aged paper, evoking memories of his father’s library—one of the pces he had actally set afme in his childhood.

  Shaking the memory aside, Finn approached Yukha. He hesitated, clutg the scroll tightly. Borrowing from a friend, even one as easygoing as Yukha, was fn to him. He had never relied on loans, not even from his parents. His frugal lifestyle had always been enough to cover his needs.

  But now, standing before the t orc, Finn swallowed his pride. He repeated a silent promise to himself: I’ll pay him baehow.

  "Yukha," Finn finally said, his voice steadier than he felt.

  "What is it, Finn?" Yukha asked, tilting his head. "You’ve been givirange looks for a while now. Weren’t you going to share your pn?"

  "If items be transferred, then Valor Points be tht?" Finn asked.

  "Correct," Yukha replied with a slow nod.

  Fiated for a moment, then dove in. "Well… how would you feel about lending me 9000 VP?"

  Yukha squi Finn, his gaze steady but thoughtful. "That amount could buy a det set of armor, items, and a on for a level 20 Water Warrior," he said. "And I doubt gear for a level 1 Fire Mage would cost anywhere hat. So, what exactly are you pnning to buy that’s usable for yht now?"

  "Wait, you're actually sidering lendihat much?" Finn asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I thought you’d ugh me off and call me crazy."

  "When you looked at me, I saw your determination. Whatever you're pnning, you believe in it. And I know the look of a liar—you’re not one," Yukha replied. "So, tell me your pn, and I’ll lend it to you. Though, looking at that scroll in your hand, I think I already have an idea."

  We’ve only just met, and he already trusts me this much?

  "You know what this scroll is?" Finn asked.

  "Yes, I’ve seen and used it before. That’s a Transfer Scroll, right? For elemental affinities?"

  "So it works, then? When you used it, it actually worked?"

  "It did," Yukha firmed. "I used oo transfer a small number of points to another element for a skill requirement. Some skills need a minimum threshold before they be unlocked, you see."

  "But 9000 VP? Just hooints are you pnning to transfer?" Yukha asked, his brow furrowing.

  "Enough to see how mu element's strength increases with a signifit boost in points," Finn replied.

  "Ah, I see," Yukha said, nodding thoughtfully. "An ambitious experiment. Expensive, but it could yield valuable results." He paused for a moment before adding, "Wait here. I’ll trahe 9000 VP to you as you asked."

  Finn blinked, stunned. "Just like that? You’re not even going to think about it? That’s a lot of VP!"

  "It is," Yukha admitted with a shrug. "But I afford it. Besides, I’m curious too. I’d like to see the oute of what you're pnning."

  Finn sighed in relief, a small smile f on his lips. "If you say so. Thanks, Yukha. I promise I’ll pay you baeday."

  "No worries," Yukha replied with a smile.

  A glowing notification popped up in front of Finn:

  ACCEPT 9000 VP FROM YUKHA?

  Fially selected "Accept," and his VP bance shot up from a measly 80 to a staggering 9080.

  "Alright," he muttered, his heart pounding in anticipation. "Let’s see how this goes."

  Finn carefully unloosed the blue silk ribbon around the scroll. The moment it fell away, it dissolved into nothingness. The scroll hovered in mid-air, unrolling itself. Bk danced across the part, dispying his name and current elemental affinities:

  Name: Finn Hayes

  Elemental Affinities:

  Stone - 30

  Water - 30

  Fire - 56

  Wind - 30

  The numbers blinked, inviting him to edit them.

  Finn took a deep breath. N baow.

  One by one, he mentally transferred the points. The process was slow and tedious—each point had to be shifted individually. Minutes passed as he painstakingly moved them, but finally, it was done.

  He mentally selected the "Done" button at the bottht er of the scroll. The ink shifted, f ext:

  TRANSFER COST: 9000 VP

  FIRM POINT TRANSFER?

  Without hesitation, Finn firmed. The scroll dissolved into nothingness, just as the ribbon had.

  Finn opened his status box, his eyes sing the updated numbers:

  Elemental Affinities:

  Stone - 0

  Water - 0

  Fire - 146

  Wind - 0

  He exhaled slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "Let’s see what this do."

  But before Finn could close his stats to prepare for another round of experimentation, a box appeared before him in the shape of an envelope. He frowned. A message?

  "Did you just send me a message?" Finn asked, turning to Yukha.

  "Why would I do that when I’m standing right in front of you?" Yukha replied.

  "Good point... So who sent it?" Finn muttered.

  Before he could open the envelope, another appeared. Then another, and another, stag rapidly. Finn’s unease grew with each passing sed. Finally, he opehe first message, his pulse quiing as he read its tents:

  From Halgon:

  WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

  Finn's blood ran cold.

  Before he could open the message, the ground shook violently. The sky darkehunder roared, and torrential rain began p down.

  “What’s going on?” Yukha yelled, barely audible over the storm. “Is this some kind of penalty for staying too long ihreshold?” His voice rose to a shout as the chaos intensified.

  “I think this might be my fault!” Finn shouted back.

  “What do you mea—”

  Yukha’s question was cut short as the storm abruptly silehe rain stopped, and the thunder dissipated, but the sky remained cloaked in ominous dark clouds.

  A voied through the stillness, loud enough to shake the air itself.

  “Have you no shame, mortal?”

  It was a woman's voice, eg with such authority that it seemed to e from everywhere at once.

  “After all we have given you, this is how you repay us?”

  Finn’s heart pounded as a wave of realization crashed over him. He didn’t o ask whom the voice was addressing. The weight of his as pressed down on him like lead.

  “How dare you disrespect us like this?”

  His thoughts spiraled into chaos. I might die before even reag the tower.

  “But I am not without mercy,” the voice tinued, its tone sharp and unyielding. “Speak your final words before I smite you.”

  Finn closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath.

  Calm down. Think. Think. I only have one ce to fix this.

  He forced his frantic thoughts into order, s through the mess for any clue that could save him.

  The voice… It’s a God. But whie? One misstep and I’m dead.

  He analyzed everything he knew:

  Female voice—Stone God is out. It's tone and sound doesn’t match the childlike appearance of the Wind God's either. Could it be Fire? No, she brought me here; it wouldn’t make sense for her to react this way if I strengthened her affinity. The tone is anding, authoritative—likely the older of them too.

  His clusion solidified. Water God, Maris.

  There was no time to think further. Every sed of silence could cost him his life.

  Finn gnced back at Yukha, desperate fuidao his surprise, Yukha was kneeling, one knee on the ground, head bowed in deference.

  Without hesitation, Finn mimicked him, smming his ko the water poolih him and bowing his head low. His mind raced for any respectful phrases he could recall from games, books, or movies.

  Taking another deep breath, he spoke, his voice trembling.

  “Most revered and gracious Water God, does this unworthy mortal have your permission to speak your name?”

  The sileretched, tension g at him as he waited. Sweat dripped down his brow despite the absence of heat.

  Finally, the voice responded.

  “You may.”

  Finn exhaled, realizing only then that he’d been holding his breath.

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