World Richest: My Infinite Wealth Began With World Travelling-Chapter 39: Scripts (8/8)

Name ‒ Alister Ashworth

HP ‒ 100%

MP ‒ N/A (Awakening phase)

Level ‒ 12 (1165/2700)

Legacy Order ‒ 0

Title ‒ Savior (36 hrs remaining)

Blessing ‒ N/A

STATS

Strength ‒ 78

Defense ‒ 73

Agility ‒ 79

Luck ‒ 4

Unassigned points ‒ 6

SKILLS

Swordmaster Lv 2, Wild Beast Extermination Lv 1

INVENTORY

Alister made up his mind the moment his character status went up on what stats to allocate his unassigned points to.

When he was cornered earlier by the army of undead, he had realized just how much he had underestimated his defense stats.

Also, knowing that he would soon be engaged in battle against wizards who would definitely haul powerful spells at him, increasing his defense still remained the best option.

He had six unassigned points, he decided to allocate five to his defense stats and the remaining one to his agility stats. He would also need to be as fast as he could to evade spells and infiltrate the hideout of the cult.

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Strength ‒ 78

Defense ‒ 78

Agility ‒ 81

Luck ‒ 4

Unassigned points ‒ 0

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Seeing the new numbers, he nodded his head and closed the window before turning to look at the others who were already finishing their preparation.

"Gather up, everyone, for a final briefing!"

Theobald called out to everyone. Including the king, they all gathered around the captain, who began rebriefing and also sharing special tips.

"The hideout of the cult would house a lot of traps, we should be very careful!" Osborne added.

"Also, no one speaks throughout the ordeal. If you want to pass information, do so with signals. I fear the cult have put in place special spells that detect voices—one of my colleagues specially made me remember this warning," the old wizard continued.

King Julian also spoke more on the topic, motivating his soldiers as best as he could and promising them that it would all be over soon.

Alister really didn’t have much to add to the conversation. He didn’t even know how the dark island looks or where the hideout is located within the island. Thus, he could not really provide a suitable warning.

Nevertheless, he made a speech of motivation that boosted the morale of the soldiers.

"You’ve always put your trust in me since I arrived in this world. Each fight, your cheers have always been the fuel pushing me forward, and my growth so far can be accredited to all your support.

This is the time for me to prove that your beliefs are not futile.

This is the time for me to fulfill the purpose for which I was summoned—and I promise you this: failure is not an option to me!

We shall step into the dark island and we shall conquer all the evil that dwells within.

Your people who have been held captives by those evil goonies will be rescued, and light will finally return!"

Alister’s voice was loud, filled with extreme confidence that flowed with his words. Upon listening, the hope of everyone blossomed.

A new will to conquer was born, the will not only to survive but to succeed grew.

Emotions beyond their own explanation welled up within them, and they subconsciously erupted into a loud chant!

"We shall succeed! Victory is ours!"

"We shall succeed! Victory is ours!"

Their confident, loud voices echoed across the tunnel.

Alister observed the expressions on the faces of the soldiers, and a soft smile displayed on his face.

"Rise up and brace yourselves for entrance."

Alister aimed his gaze at the portal and smoke in a calm tone.

Sounds of swords being unsheathed, armors being fastened, and deep breaths reverberated following Alister’s words.

King Julian was no longer in his royal attire. The king was now geared up in black steel armor that gave off a strong presence. A longsword was strapped on his waist, and a steel helmet was held in his hands.

The king lifted the helmet and wore it over his head, a stern expression plastered on his face.

Osborne was still in the same attire. A long wooden staff with a purple crystal orb at its tip was in his grasp. He, too, had a stern and serious expression.

Alister tilted his head backward to see the already prepared crew.

He flashed them a smile and nodded before stepping closer to the portal.

He halted for a few seconds, observing the fast-spinning vortex that mirrored in his eyes.

"This is it—the final phase of my mission," he muttered, and heaved a long sigh before stepping into the portal.

A peculiar, unexplainable sensation evaded his body as he crossed over to the other end of the spatial spell.

The crew members followed right away. King Julian stepped, followed by the wizard. Theobald waited for the remaining soldiers to enter the portal before entering.

As soon as they left, the entire tunnel fell into a devastating silence and darkness.

The only sound that could be heard was the faint hum coming from the fast-spinning vortex. The only faint source of light also came from the portal, only covering a small distance.

The tunnel was completely empty at that moment, back to its original dead form, with not a single living thing in sight. Or so it seemed.

Just a few seconds after the crew exited the tunnel through the portal, a few meters from the portal, a black wisp appeared. The tiny black wisp began rotating on the spot and after a few seconds it exploded into dense black mist that camouflaged with the dark tunnel.

A few seconds after its appearance, a humanoid figure could be seen standing within it.

As the dense smoke began to clear, the figure became clearer — it was a masked man standing at about 6’5", with a lean muscular build, a build totally unmatched with his black wizard robe.

The mask covering this man’s face was similar to one on the face of the cultist Alister defeated a few days back.

The huge dark-robed figure took a few steps out of the black smoke enshrouding him, and closer to the portal.

His eyes were fixed on the portal with a sharp, murderous gaze being emitted from them, almost as though he was staring at his family’s murderer.

"They really think they can stop the great cause? Tch, pathetic."