THEOS

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Cyzicus is the Capital of Sylcra. Every ten years the island is besieged by endless hordes of Gegenees. Giant creatures of the Earth. Monsters that possess six arms and thick rocklike skin. Whenever they invade, Cyzicus calls to arms all cultivators of the island, and rewards them handsomely for their aid.
Travel to Cyzicus and fight the endless hordes of the Earth Borne.
Luke read over the quest with a grin on his face.
After reading through the quest again, and making sure he had understood everything properly, he dismissed the screen, and rolled out of his sleeping bag, pillows, and blankets. Surprisingly, the temperature that had been pleasant for most of the day, progressively got colder and colder throughout the night. Cold enough that even with all the improvements to his constitution, he still felt its bite.
His grin grew even wider.
He stepped out of his tent, and looked across the endless plain. His lips quivered before turning into a full blown smile.
And all of that is in my reach. He said out loud.
Packing away his stuff, a task made efficient with liberal use of his inventory, Luke donned his new shoes, and set off.
Running swiftly through monotonous grasslands, focusing only on putting one foot in front of the other.
His thoughts blissfully quiet as he bathed in the light of the suns, and felt the wind blowing through his hair. Every once in a while, he would channel mana to his shoes, and leap through the air. Never too high, lest he fall and injure his still healing ribs, but high enough, and long enough to grow accustomed to using what was fast becoming his favorite artifact.
His mind flashed back to Nefkha, when he had discovered him. He had been terrified, and in awe with the casual disregard with which the Old Man had treated gravity.
He continued like that for two whole weeks. Running all through the day, and camping at night. Alone with his thoughts as he dreamt about his place in this world, and what he wanted to do with his second life and what kind of person he wanted to be.
Eventually the scenery started to change. Small copse of leafy trees became more and more frequent, and with them came birds and rabbits. Occasionally he spotted herds of giant elephant sized bull-like creatures grazing in the distance. Every time he tried to approach them though, they would scatter in every direction. So quickly, that even with all the improvements hed made with his Agility attribute over the past weeks he was nowhere near quick enough to get close.
He thought to himself after a failed attempt to hunt one, before continuing North.
He hunted rabbits and other small game, as often as he could, while there were plenty of them around, Not knowing when else he would get the chance to stockpile to his heart's content, and fully aware that if he hadnt squirreled away the food that he had, he would have starved to death.
It would turn out however, that his cautiousness wouldnt be needed, as after a few days, when the nine suns were sinking below the horizon, he finally came face to face with the largest river he had ever seen.
Its opposite bank was so far away, that not even climbing a hundred feet into the sky was enough to see it through, and Luke regretted even attempting it. Coming down from that high up was a lot more harrowing when he knew that a mistake would cost him his life, or failing that, break a few bones.
The next morning he woke up bright and early with a plan. For the first time in weeks, deviating from his usual routine. He needed to prepare for the next part of his journey back to civilization. He needed to build a raft.
Pulling out his map, he roughly estimated where he was, before nodding to himself.
He scratched his head as he looked at the map, then back at the river.
He walked down the rivers banks, until he found a decent set of trees.
His sword wasnt the best tool for cutting them down, but he managed to get a good dozen, and in a relatively short amount of time. His swords unnaturally sharp edge, driven by his mana enhanced physique made the process relatively painless. Especially considering that the trees were just trees. With nothing magical about them.
Stripping the branches off their trunks, he laid them down side by side, and then bound them together with rope. Impressing himself with how sturdy his construction was.
Fashioning the leftover wood into a pair of oars, he called it a day, and settled in for the night. Spending the rest of the evening fishing in the river, and succeeding in pulling one fish out after another with a makeshift pole. Maxs memories guiding his actions and making the once foreign task effortless.
The next morning, he pushed his raft into the water, and began the last leg of his journey.
He had enjoyed his time by himself. It was helpful in dealing with everything he had experienced, but he was also more than ready for it to be over, and to finally have someone to talk to again.
Letting the river carry him down, he used his oar to steer. Dodging stray logs, and keeping an eye out for any water creatures that could be a threat.
A week later, he finally saw the first traces of civilization. A collection of fishing vessels way in the middle of the river.
Angling his oar, he maneuvered himself towards them.
Hey! Luke yelled into the wind, waving his arms wildly as he did. Not that he had to, the fishermen had noticed him almost as soon as he had noticed them.
You another one of those Rising Sun brats? A fat man, wearing an apron covered in fish guts and blood asked him as soon as he was within earshot.
Luke looked at him confused, Umm.
The fisherman looked back at him warily, before shaking his head and muttering, Kids these days, under his breath. Then bending down, he threw a plank, connecting his boat and Lukes raft. You're wearing the robes. I may be a fisherman, but I know a cultivator when I see one. Get on.
Thank-you! Luke looked at it, and then the fisherman hesitantly, before glancing at the other boats in the distance, and deciding it was probably safe.
Luke looked at the man again.
Spreading his arms out for balance, he quickly walked onto the fishermans boat. Resisting the urge to crinkle his nose as the smell hit him, before nodding gratefully to the man.
Hi. Im
I dont care. He interrupted Luke. Ive had it, he gestured to the other boats, weve all had it, with you Sect brats going up river, and freeloading off our town, and causing a ruckus every night. How many times do we have to tell you that theres no treasure there. Theres nothing there at all, and there hasnt been for decades. He shook his head, and threw his arms up in frustration. Bah. I dont know why I bother. Its not like your type ever listens to my type, aint that right lad. Im just a dumb mortal aint I?
Uh. Im not really sure what to say. Were not supposed to say anything about what we do. Im sure you know how it is. Luke smiled at him, impressed with his own ability to bullshit so cleanly.
The man looked at him with clear disappointment before shaking his head. He handed him a broom. Make yourself useful while you're on my boat. I dont care if you're a fancy cultivator or a pig, I dont give free rides. He grunted before turning away, and lumbering to the opposite end of the vessel. Fiddling around with the nets hanging over the side of the ship.
Luke looked around and got to work. Once again letting Maxs memories guide his actions.