Lockeroom's Pandemonium

Chapter thirty one: I found out that there were secret leveled items in the island!

Silver Cassano rest his head at the smooth portion of a tree's bark. A sigh escaped at his mouth as he pondered with the devastating fact that . . . he lost.

Soon as Aunt Mathilda stole his chance to kill the mythical creature, soon as she said that the game is over, their bodies started to glitch again.

From the ruined and chaotic surrounding, Silver realized that within a single second, they were back to the forest.

The Iron Dome hide and seek game was finally finished, and he failed to grab that big opportunity of getting a beneficial item for surviving.

The partners Aunt Mathilda and Lukas was now nowhere to be found.

He held another sigh, and looked at the weapon in his hands.

“You could have stayed longer,” he said. “If you held the fire orb longer, we could have gotten it.”

Then another sigh as he looked above, were tall trees are looking down at him along with its leaves and branches.

“The harpies must have been into reset,” he said. “Or else this forest was now made of ashes.”

Sooner, he heard an exasperated tone of a woman. It was just right beside him, lying weakly on the ground.

“Are you awake?” he asked.

The woman held her head, for it was throbbing painfully. It was Yohanna. She slowly sat down while eyes are immensely closed because of the pain.

“Don't worry, you're alright,” Silver said. “I let you drink one of my health potion.”

“Thank you,” Yohanna said.

Silver did not replied to her words of gratitude. He continued staring at the above branches of the tree.

“Wh—Where are we?”

Silver looked at Yohanna again. Her face was now filled with curiosity as her disoriented face scanned the whole forest.

“A—Are we back to the forest?” she asked.

Silver nodded. “The game is over.”

Yohanna's eyes bulged in shock as she hurriedly went nearer towards Silver's face.

“Who got the mythical item?!” she asked, excited.

Silver, with a shocked face, scooted his head backwards as he felt the awkwardness that he is literally few centimeters away of Yohanna’s face.

“I didn't get it,” he dropped.

Yohanna's face saddened. She eased the excited face she expressed, then sat straightly, sad with the news that Silver had given to her.

“I—I'm sorry,” he said. He looked again at his hands. “If only I was better, or if I have moved faster than what I've done, we could have get it. But . . . I'm sorry,” he continued.

He clenched his fist. Disappointment started to surge in his own self. He felt too incompetent, too weak—just like what happened two years ago.

That time when he could have saved her . . .

That time when he could have gathered all his strength.

That time when he should not hesitate grabbing the killer's gun.

That time when he should have—

A hug had stopped him from being swallowed by his own disappointment.

“Shh . . . Don't cry.”

But he did. In fact, the hug made him to cry more.

He was disappointed of himself, not mainly because he failed to get the Gorgon's head, but because he had realized that he was the same weak Silver he was always despised of.

“We could still get other mythical items. There were four more.”

Yohanna released him from her tight hug.

“They might get the Gorgon's head, but we could get the other remaining,” Yohanna continued.

“Say, how important does that mythical item play for a player's role?” asked Silver. He wiped his tears that was now drying in his eyes. The hug, ironically, was effective—it comforted her.

“It was very important.” Yohanna replied. As Silver looked at her, he was shocked in a single minute as he saw how her soft looking features suddenly turned dark and serious.

She then exposed her wrist. The LED screen plastered at her wrist was then revealed. Similar with him, it has text written in it, blinking on and off.

Then, she commanded, “open: Book of Angels.”

One book had materialized in their front, and Silver had to admit that his jaw dropped unconsciously.

It was an all white, shining book. The book cover is shining in white, the pages too. It was floating in the air, and just as Silver managed to look closely at it, he realized that the cover is binded with intricate design of feather sculpture with two small wings grandiosely spreading as if an Angel's wings.

Yohanna quickly caught it, and opened the book at a specific page. When she found what she was looking for, she showed it to Silver.

The words embedded at the pages were written in calligraphy. The style, too sophisticated, and attractive to look and stare.

“Look at this,” she said. “According to what was written on the page, every weapon found in this island has level of strength and specialties. And one could identify it according to the colors being emitted. These levels includes: transparent for normal, orange for star level, red as rare, green for epic item, violet as Legend, and finally, Bright gold that signals mythical item.”

“Which means mine was an epic item?” he asked.

“If that is the color you see when your whip was in your inventory, then yes.”

“But where is the celestial level? You’ve told me that yours was a celestial battle set. I have assumed that it was also a weapon or item level.”

Yohanna nodded. “Yes. But, these items are on different note.”

“What do you mean?”

She showed her wrist, and the holographic item started to appear. “Look at my battle set.”

As Yohanna stopped scrolling her inventory, he then saw the most attractive item found inside. It was being surrounded with royal blue, sparkling lights.

Yet, he cannot recognize the item. It was just as if a set of white dots being connected by dim, white lines.

“Is that the Aries' Battle set?” he asked.

“Yes. That dots and the line connected are the constellation of Aries in the sky.”

“Wow.”

“There are other secret-leveled item found in this island. Aside from what I have told, there are four more secret levels.” She then started flipping the pages of the book. When she stopped, she immediately showed it to Silver.

“Here,” she started. “We have four more levels. Celestial, Godly, Herald, and Dark.”

“Why are they secret or separated to the actual leveling of the items?” Silver asked.

Then, Yohanna pointed the words that would answer his question.

“Because they are held as a set. Once you decided to wear it, you cannot use anymore items.”

Silver then, nodded. “But it would be worth it, knowing that they were more powerful than the other leveled items.”

“I—I doubt that, Silver,” Yohanna closed the book she was holding, and looked at the ground.

“Why?” asked him.

“Haven't you seen me fight?” Yohanna asked.

“I do, and you were incredible. I was amazed by your power.”

“I—I don't portray confidence with my skills yet, Silver. But, the power of the battle set would depend on the player’s compatibility with it. And trained usage as well.”

Silver hadn't told anything. Instead, he just stared at Yohanna who was now unable to look at him.

“I—I was lucky that the battle set was compatible with me. But, that was the first time that I used the stellar skill. I usually don't have the courage to pull off.”

‘She has low self-esteem. She doesn't believe her own self,’ Silver thought.

“What would happen if I am not compatible with a battle set?” he then asked.

“It would be useless. It would be lower than the transparent-colored items. When that happens, it is much safe to assume that using epic or legendary, or much better if mythical leveled item will be more useful. Besides, owning a battle set would not mean you can surpass the mythical level. If you work hard, the battle set might reach the mythical level. But only until that level, and not more,” Yohanna explained.

“That is why it is safer to get a mythical item, than to train yourself with the battle set items?”

“Indeed.”

“But if I would have gotten a compatible battle set, I would probably use it. Long as I train myself.”

“Y—Yes, Silver. But, as what I have said, the battle—”

Both Silver and Yohanna stopped from their conversation.

A loud, howling sound—as if a wind—was starting to invade the whole forest.

“The night is coming,” said Silver.

Yohanna scrolled through her items, and opened two small sleeping tents perfect for each of them.

Yet, with the howling wind, he realized that there was something missing to him. There was ‘someone’ whom he needs to find.

The chaos that he had fought in the Iron Dome had made him to completely forgot about her and her existence—that he have to find that woman; that he have to help his partner from whatever psychotic beast that kidnapped her.

“Alina,” he whispered. “I hope you're alright.”