The Elven's Curse

[Congratulations! You have levelled up! You are now level 15!]

[Occupation]: {none}

[Age]: {0.06 year old}

[Class]: {S. Class Ranger}

[Level 15] {Next Level-> 1/23,000 Experience}

[Stat points]-{30 (from Class change)}

[STR]- 10 [VIT]- 10 [MEN]- 18

[DEX]- 25 [INT]- 40 [LCK]-1

[M.DMG]-30

[CRT]- 30.00%

[H.RATE]- 205.%

[C.DMG]- 40.0%

[DEF]- 2

[P.RES]- 1.0%

[M.RES]- 0.6%

[EVD]- 20.0%

-- [Health] --- {100/100 [+5.0 Hp regeneration per minute]

-- [Arcana] --- {609/609 [+9.33 Arc regeneration per minute}

[Aimed Shot + Water Jets]

-Unlocked Skill

[Aimed Shot] is a powerful and accurate attack used by beginner archers. The speed and strength of the launched bolt are proportional to the experience of the bowman. You can add [Water Jets] on your arrow. Arcane Cost: 5 per bolt.

Due to your [S. Class Ranger] the system grants you +30 status points randomly added in status information! You also levelled up from the training course of Elanor {Grand Archer Mode} and mastered combining skills with your arrows. As a reward, the system bestows you the title [Archer] and [Mystic Eyes].

[Mystic Eyes]

-Lets you see from afar like the scope lens from your world. You can freely adjust the settings of your eyesight with your consciousness.

Because of your sudden class change, the system gifts you another unique ability out of this world!

[Astral Space]

-It is an astronomical bag that can store objects, creatures, and supplements to poles apart dimension. Time flows differently inside this space, and you can freely adjust its settings, temperature, landscape, and bodies of water. It won't also spoil the food and life span of the living creatures.

My eyes widened from the azure screen at my fore, alerting me as I received a new class with its benefits. My status increased, my abilities improved, and I also got the combination skill that I have thought of while battling Elanor and ultimately hitting my target.

Aside from these impressive changes, I also scored a practical ability. I know that this will help me in the long run, especially when I could travel by foot in an uncharted realm. A bag that allows me to stockpile anything that I could imagine and materialises once I wanted something, even during combat.

Laying on my bed, I curiously trigger the [Astral Space] and lead me to a dissimilar obsidian land.

[You are inside the Astral Space]

[What Item do you wish to store?]

"For starters, can you keep this quiver and recurve for me?"

[As you command, Lake]

The automated intelligence or A.I. responds while magically takes out the item appearing inside my mind. In a second, my archery weapons rest on the ground without creating many sounds.

[Bow and Quiver successfully collected]

The computer's voice announced while showing me the black scenery once again.

"Everything around here seems to be dull?" I let out my concern while wandering in space. It almost feels like the ground is non-existent but also there at the same time.

"System," I called out my window. "Do I have anything that can make this setting animated and not bland to look at?"

[As you wish]

[Processing…]

[Lake White, do you wish to grant me-system-the privilege to design this world?]

"Then you'll be in charge of creating the place. And don't forget to make it look like an island, got it?" I remarked and steadily drifted away from my dream world.

Upon waking up, I proceed downstairs and meet together with Beatrice and Elanor, already having breakfast ahead of me. Beside them are the two elite soldiers acting as bodyguards in case something happens between them.

"Good morning, Lake,"

"Have a seat, dear."

I give them a quick nod and find myself sedentary at the table amidst the crowd. The couple were eating roasted potatoes paired with the extracts of tea from yesterday's harvest. Among the menu listed on the plates are chicken and bread for a heavy meal early in the morning.

"What's the occasion?" I asked while reaching for the bagel covered in whipped cream.

"Celebrating your achievement, of course," Beatrice responded while adding more cow's milk in her cereal.

I fill my eyes with glee after hearing such a memorable event happening right now. Towering pancakes served on the board, wrapped in hazel maple syrup. Even the cups and teas poured inside are all glistering with bubbles fluttering in the air.

Despite the bountiful feast, Elanor packs his face with exhaustion seen from his eye bags drooping from his temples. He had barely touched his food and drank paltry amounts of tea, even with the aroma wafting through his nose.

"Sweetheart, what's bothering you?"

"No. It's nothing, Beatrice." Elanor replies in a sorrowful tone. "Just not feeling the usual air."

His eyes then shift upward, where Natalia, his daughter, is recovering all her strength. It had only been three days since the wildfire of the forest, including their daughter. Afterwards, the atmosphere turns to gloom, as if a pinch of black paint spills on the artwork.

"Has she woken up?" I asked.

"No, she has not," Elanor could only shake his head and accept his answer was cruel to believe.

"I see," I resume lifting my spoon over to my lips, engrossing myself from the sweet taste of the butter and maple syrup washing my tongue. However, once I peered my eyes open, I could only see their saddened faces after being reminded of the accident.

"Let me take a look," I slid my door and hurriedly worked my way upstairs, wanting to check the condition of their daughter.

I haven't got a chance to meet Natalia's personality. All I know about her is that she is a lovely, petite elf that resembles both of her parents. She welcomed us inside her Kingdom and swiftly helped my poison friend, Grer.

"Natalia, this is Lake White. I'm coming in,"

The door squeaks as I jog it open, with the guards making their way for me to enter the ingress. Upon stepping foot inside, her lifeless body welcomes my globes with her hands clasped beneath her chest. Even though she has been asleep for quite a time, her beauty had never escaped her body.

"Why are your eyes ogling?" Her dad joins in the fray and gives me a karate chop on the face, catching me staring at Natalia's vulnerable body.

"I'm assessing," I exclaimed, defending myself from his baseless accusation. "And I'm working."

Elanor could only sigh at my defence and let me do my check-up.

Quickly studying her body, I noticed that her arcane is continuously depleting out of her body. I can also sense black smogs coming out from her sides with peculiar magic circles inscribed. Aside from these findings, there was nothing wrong with her body.

[Scan]

[Processing…]

[Scanning complete!]

[Name: Natalia Leef]

[Species; Elven Race]

[Class: Beginner Mage]

[Your level is low enough to scan her status points]

[Condition: {Comatose} {Cursed} because of the Elven Curse.]

'Elven Curse?' I ponder to myself from the mysterious malediction that Natalia possessed.

"I think I know the reason behind your daughter's illness," I utter, yet still unsure from what I had seen.

The two Elven parents broaden their eyes, stupefied from what I have said. They quickly approach me with Beatrice clenching my hands as if squeezing me for the answer.

"I can see dark fogs steaming from her body," I point out the spots where I had last seen the mist, hoping they could picture what I discerned. "You probably would not see it, but I swear they are there."

"We believe you, kid." A familiar voice echoed behind the door, deliberately walking forward from where we stood.

As we all glance behind, we perceive the Worcestershire couple setting foot inside the room. With them is a basket filled with fruits and vegetables, freshly harvested from the nearby field. They also included dozens of eggs and goat's milk contained inside the bottle as a gift of some sort for Natalia.

"It's nice to meet you here, Viscount, Lake," Sidney said and reached for my head and shuffled my bristle hair.

"It's nice to see you too, Sidney. You too, Arion."

"Impressive, you remember our names!" Arion spouts while placing the hamper right next to Natalia's bed.

"As you were saying, Lake, Natalia is indeed what you said. The great forest cursed her with dark magic." Arion Tosses a powder of Cinnamon at the sleeping girl, creating a cloud of dust that reveals the arcane surrounding one's body.

"I see nothing, Arion," Elanor mumbles while waving out the polluted air away from his nostrils.

"You can't, but he does." Arion shifts his gaze over to my figure, mesmerised by the twirling gust of spices from Natalia's body.

The twister grows bigger, dragging all the sources of dark sorcery from the girl's body. The power of the cinnamon was not enough to drain the magic, leaving her body more restless than before.

"The Elven's Curse, one of the nastiest sorcery that we elves have over centuries," Arion explains while handing it to me the remaining pouch of cinnamon to my waiting hands.