- Job Information:
- Job:Detective for a Day.
Rank:B
Player Requirements:
Minimum 1 B rank mage or a team equal to it. Minimum of 35 posts, with 350 words minimum each, roll monster dice 6 times minimum.
Job Requirements:
return the precious items back to Miss Zoe.
Job Location: Clover Town
Job Description:
A gang of theives had stolen some precious items form Zoe's shop. Look for the clues, find the robbers and return the stolen items to the owner.
Enemies:
Weak- Thieves using knives/guns.
Normal- D rank mages using earth magic.
Strong- C rank mages using fire magic.
Boss- B rank mages using Shadow magic.
Reward: 7,500 Jewels.
Before arriving at Clover Town, Deniel was remembering the events that happened on the previous mission, and he couldn't stop grieving and feeling sorry for himself. His back was laid against his room's bed with his hands folded behind his back. His skin was much more pale than usual, and there were huge black bags under his eyes. He looked like a walking corpse. His coat, gloves, and boots were all missing, as they were thrown off of his bed and aside. Deniel was blankly staring up at the ceiling with only sadness in his eyes. He was recalling the memory of what happened several days ago over and over again; about how he mourned for taking someone's life for the first time. His katana Nidhogg was leaning against his bed next to his boots. Neither one of them spoke a word, but Nidhogg was sure getting ready to. He thought that his advice earlier had worked, but it seemed like Deniel didn't give it. "So...you've decided to be the miserable litt-"
Deniel suddenly stood up from where he was sitting and grabbed Nidhogg's hilt. He threw the katana against of his walls like a kid on a temper tantrum. "SHUT UP!" Deniel gave out deep breaths while his eyes started to tear up. "You don't know what it feels like, Nidhogg! All you ever do is sit there and talk! You're never doing anything other than talking! You have no idea...no idea what it feels like to be me! To kill so much...and then realized you've made a grave mis-" Deniel interrupted him shouting by raising his voice over his. "It's not a mistake, Deniel!" Deniel stopped shouting and listened to what Nidhogg had to say once again. "You were being safe, and it's your own judgment! If you think death is mercy, then you think death is mercy! That's what makes you unique! And plus, you were playing safe! What if you let them live and it came back to haunt you. What if!? After all...it did come back to haunt them."
Deniel knew exactly what Nidhogg was talking about. He looked deep into his mind back in the days of when he was imprisoned; every person he lost to always bragged about their victory, and Deniel was left there miserable. Did he stand there and do nothing about it? No. Deniel was eventually put against the same people a second time, but that time, he made sure he won. And whenever he did, he savored the moment. That's the second part of what taught him the lesson of whatever he didn't kill would only come back to haunt him. He never died to them, and he eventually defeated them. In a way, he taught himself his own lesson. "I....I..." Deniel didn't know what to say to this. He never even thought about whether or not it was true until now. All of the evidence and signs were there, he didn't see a reason to think why it wasn't.
"So now you're going to grieve after one kill, Deniel!? I thought you had more guts to you! I thought you had more spine! Are you really the Black Devil!? Deniel thought about his question for a bit. He stared down at the floor with his eyes gazing back and fourth. Eventually, he clenched and fists and stood up. His smirk was once again back on his face, and the color of his skin was starting to come back. "No, I'm not the Black Devil." He walked over to Nidhogg and grabbed the blade, putting it safely inside of his belt hole. "I'm a Nephalem!"