Reborn: Knight's Code Read Online Free
Author: D.W. Jackson
appearing. Once again he heard one of the girls yell and he and Den started to fight toward the sound of battle that was no longer very far away.
As they passed in front of the largest of the tents, they found the other four members of their group surrounded by more than fifteen people. It seemed that every bandit had come to the same place. From a quick look, Ash could tell that every single knight had been injured and Maria was laying in the center of the group unmoving with a small puddle of blood seeping out from underneath her.
Seeing the other knights in such a bad situation, Den let out a bestial roar and charged the group. Ash was stunned at the raw power Den was putting off, but even with his anger fueling his sword, he was still quickly surrounded, forcing Ash to chase in after him.
Once again, Ash’s training kicked in as he moved. He no longer had to think about his movements, they came as easily as breathing. He used no abilities or skills just his sword as he cut through the large number of bandits. The only thing he looked for, was to see if any of them had been marked by the goddess, but the few he saw were too far away and he could only hope that he would have a chance to get to them before the others.
The battle flashed by like a dream. One moment he would be facing one bandit, but his sword would flash and the man would die only to be replaced by the next target. Soon the field was littered with bodies of the dying or dead. A few bandits, noticing that they had no chance to win fled the camp and into the woods.
When the last bandit fell, Den and Ash checked on Maria’s status. Ash breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that she wasn’t dead, only heavily wounded. She had taken a sword blow to her side and seemed to have a few broken ribs as well as having lost a large amount of blood. Den quickly forced a light purple potion into her mouth then sat back as he wound slowly closed and the color slowly began to return to Maria’s face.
With the person in the most danger safe now, the others began to tend to their wounds. Ash was no different. He hadn’t received a large wound, but he had received a few nicks and cuts as well as a where the high level bandit’s dagger had hit near his collarbone. It was sore and hurt any time he moved his left arm, but it was already healing fast.
Now that he had time, Ash started to look at his new abilities as well as thinking of how to place his new points. He also started to think about the meaning behind a level. No matter how he looked at it, there didn’t seem to be much meaning behind the rise in levels. Sure one could get stronger, but five points didn’t make much of a difference. For the most part, unless you were like Ash and had a way to increase your stats greatly then even at level one hundred you would still only be slightly stronger than the best strongmen of his previous world. The main meaning behind levels seemed to be the experience one gained from the fights.
Ash had gained twenty-one levels meaning he had one hundred and five points to allot. Ash’s first thought was to put it all in luck, but he was slightly hesitant to do so. In a fight it was the most useless stat, but for rewards it was the most useful. When you coupled it with the bonus he received from his job, then it was still useful. Furrowing his brows, Ash forced his hand and put all of them in luck before he could argue with himself anymore. As soon as he finished Ash noticed that the bonus quit increasing after it reached +999. Ash didn’t know if it stopped increasing or if it just stopped showing it so he started trying to do the math in his head. He wasn’t sure but it seemed that he still got the increase even if it didn’t show it on his status board. With his status situated, Ash looked at his new gained abilities.
[Mana Manipulation: Cost: 40MP- able to manipulate pure mana and give it form. Level 1-0%]
[Fire Affinity - cost of using fire related skills and
As they passed in front of the largest of the tents, they found the other four members of their group surrounded by more than fifteen people. It seemed that every bandit had come to the same place. From a quick look, Ash could tell that every single knight had been injured and Maria was laying in the center of the group unmoving with a small puddle of blood seeping out from underneath her.
Seeing the other knights in such a bad situation, Den let out a bestial roar and charged the group. Ash was stunned at the raw power Den was putting off, but even with his anger fueling his sword, he was still quickly surrounded, forcing Ash to chase in after him.
Once again, Ash’s training kicked in as he moved. He no longer had to think about his movements, they came as easily as breathing. He used no abilities or skills just his sword as he cut through the large number of bandits. The only thing he looked for, was to see if any of them had been marked by the goddess, but the few he saw were too far away and he could only hope that he would have a chance to get to them before the others.
The battle flashed by like a dream. One moment he would be facing one bandit, but his sword would flash and the man would die only to be replaced by the next target. Soon the field was littered with bodies of the dying or dead. A few bandits, noticing that they had no chance to win fled the camp and into the woods.
When the last bandit fell, Den and Ash checked on Maria’s status. Ash breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that she wasn’t dead, only heavily wounded. She had taken a sword blow to her side and seemed to have a few broken ribs as well as having lost a large amount of blood. Den quickly forced a light purple potion into her mouth then sat back as he wound slowly closed and the color slowly began to return to Maria’s face.
With the person in the most danger safe now, the others began to tend to their wounds. Ash was no different. He hadn’t received a large wound, but he had received a few nicks and cuts as well as a where the high level bandit’s dagger had hit near his collarbone. It was sore and hurt any time he moved his left arm, but it was already healing fast.
Now that he had time, Ash started to look at his new abilities as well as thinking of how to place his new points. He also started to think about the meaning behind a level. No matter how he looked at it, there didn’t seem to be much meaning behind the rise in levels. Sure one could get stronger, but five points didn’t make much of a difference. For the most part, unless you were like Ash and had a way to increase your stats greatly then even at level one hundred you would still only be slightly stronger than the best strongmen of his previous world. The main meaning behind levels seemed to be the experience one gained from the fights.
Ash had gained twenty-one levels meaning he had one hundred and five points to allot. Ash’s first thought was to put it all in luck, but he was slightly hesitant to do so. In a fight it was the most useless stat, but for rewards it was the most useful. When you coupled it with the bonus he received from his job, then it was still useful. Furrowing his brows, Ash forced his hand and put all of them in luck before he could argue with himself anymore. As soon as he finished Ash noticed that the bonus quit increasing after it reached +999. Ash didn’t know if it stopped increasing or if it just stopped showing it so he started trying to do the math in his head. He wasn’t sure but it seemed that he still got the increase even if it didn’t show it on his status board. With his status situated, Ash looked at his new gained abilities.
[Mana Manipulation: Cost: 40MP- able to manipulate pure mana and give it form. Level 1-0%]
[Fire Affinity - cost of using fire related skills and
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