CRACKLE! CRACKLE! Jack moved his fingers, feeling a sharp pain above his elbows. “It hurt to move.”

“Of course, it does. The connection to your nerves is still fresh,” Cain smiled, handing Jack a small potion. “It needs to heal slowly, so take this to quell the pain.”

The potion wasn’t in a fat bottle like they use to. This one was in a cylindrical glass tube with steel needles at the tip. About five of them.

Jack looked at the potion, “Do I drink? How do I open it.”

Cain took the potion from Jack’s hand, “You don’t drink it. You inject it like this.” He pushed it into Jack’s arm, and the pain started fading.

“How did you make these?” Jack looked at his new forearm, stunned. “How do they move?”

“Will take a lot to explain. Let’s say they are enchanted to work.” Cain smiled, helping Jack to stand.

“Try to walk slowly. Those limbs should be adjusted on their own.” Cain looked at Jack’s right leg as it changed in length, fitting his height.

“They almost weigh nothing.” Jack smiled, tapping his leg on the ground.

“They changed to weigh as much as your original limbs. But don’t stress them too much at the start. You could harm yourself.” Cain helped Jack walk toward the door and downstairs.

“They are working. I can walk with them.” Jack looked at the leg with a smile.

“I pre-made you a four-barrel gun and a grappling hook into your arm. Sprung knee into your leg and I exchanged the damaged part of your liver and left kidney for magic stones.” Cain opened the front door and led Jack to the garden.

“Come on, give it a try,” Cain handed Jack a small pouch, “Fill this with hooks, steel or iron balls, and your explosive powder and it will recharge your arm on its own. Also, don’t forget to oil your joints,”

Cain flicked his finger, and Jemima rushed in with a wooden target. “Come, take aim.”

Jack silently extended his arm forward, looking at the target. “How do I use it?”

“Just think about it. It should respond to your will,” Cain smiled.

Jack took a deep breath, and his wrist joint opened, danging his palm. BOOM!

A fireball emerged from one of the barrels with a thunderous boom, shaking the house and scaring the birds. CRACK! A large hole was blown in the target as the steel ball flew and rested in one of the back trees.

Jack glared at his arm, “It went Kaboom.”

“Yes, Jack, Kaboom.” Cain smiled, “You can choose how much to fire. All four at the same time, or one by one.” .𝒄𝒐𝒎

Jack smiled, “How about the hook? Is it the same?” Jack pointed at the target and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

CLACK! His wrist closed and opened rapidly, and the hook was ready to fire. BOOM! With another explosion, a four-sided hook flew forward and grabbed the target, leaving a long rope behind.

“I didn’t install a pulling system since the arm could rip itself from you. Get stronger and I will have them installed for you.” Cain smiled, “Now try jumping.”

Jack took a deep breath, squatting on one leg. CLACK! His artificial leg extended, propelling him five meters into the sky.

“Land on it,” Cain waved his hand.

Thud! Jack landed back on the same leg, “Just don’t forget to oil it.”

Jack looked at Cain with a smile, “You said something about magic stones.”

“Yeah, the magic stone in your liver will work to detox most poisons. It simply gives you poison resistance. The one linked to your stomach will allow you to digest food faster, and more efficiently. And lastly, the one on your left kidney will give you an adrenalin rush once a day.” Cain threw a crystal ball at Jack, “Look those are your new skills.”

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Name: Jack BerthaRace: humanClass: Rogue

Level: 15

/20Exp: 165000Sub-class: Trapper thief

Stats

Strength: 12 Agility: 20 Constitution: 12

Magic: 6 Intelligence: 18 Wisdom: 16

HP: 125

/195MP: 90SP: 255

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Skills

Thives Cant

Muscle memory

Fast Reflex

Vertical work

Thief’s eyes

Imposter

Echolocation

Dagger Art

Abilities

Artificial left arm: quad shotgun Ammo: 15

/16

Artificial arm: left Grappling hook Ammo: 3

/4

Artificial right leg: Long jump

Artificial Liver: Detoxification

Artificial kidney: Adrenaline rush Charges: 1

/1

Artificial stomach: Iron stomach

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Jack looked at Cain with a smile, “Where are Arad and Aella? they must see this.” It then came to him, “No, wait, what happened in the fight?”

“The lich perished, and the city is saved.” Cain smiled, “Arad is on the other side of the garden, training.”

Jack rushed and looked over the wall, seeing Arad swinging a sword down. Alcott sitting in a wheelchair in the back giving him instructions.

“Swing slowly. I want you to know each tiny move, don’t try and mask the imperfections with your speed.” Alcott looked at Arad swinging the sword.

“ARAD!” Jack shouted, jumping over the wall and landing in front of him.

“How are you doing? And Sir Alcott, are you all right?”

Alcott laughed, “I’m fine, I damaged my back and I shouldn’t move for a while.”

Arad smiled, “For me, I’m mostly fine.”

Jack looked at Arad, “Something seems strange about you…you look a bit, thinner.”

Arad looked at Alcott.

“A dragon’s brain extends from the skull to the tip of its tail. They don’t have a spinal cord. Arad got his frontal cortex smashed, his recovery has been draining.” Alcott explained.

“Wait! No way, you didn’t have any lasting damage?” Jack looked at Arad, worried.

“You’re in a worst shape than me.” Arad smiled.

“No! No! This thing goes Kaboom! And I like it, how are you?” Jack touched Arad’s arm, he wasn’t as muscular as before.

“My void eyes are always active now, and I can’t remain in my human for if I got damaged below 50% health. I also lost a fair bit of weight.” Arad giggled.

“It might look bad, but those would get cured when he enters the next age stage.” Alcott smiled, “He would get a neat ability from that.”

Jack looked at Arad. “Like what?”

“Immunity to beheading. But we have to wait till he age and see,” Alcott looked at the sky, “For now, I will teach him how to fight.”