FORTUNE HUNTER

BOOM! BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!!!

Water erupted into colossal geysers, obscuring the view and drenching everything in its vicinity. The force of the explosions not only sent Logan flying a significant distance away from the lake but also created a tidal wave of water that swept over the shores.

The skies blazed with a blinding light, making the horizon shimmer as if the world had been painted afresh. Logan's vision was suddenly awash with a barrage of notification bells, each tolling loudly, demanding his attention. In that surreal moment, as if time itself had bent in respect to his achievement, everything halted.

A large, dominant window popped up in front of him, its golden border glowing with a mystical aura. The ornate designs on the window's frame hinted at its importance.

[System Prompt: Remarkable Achievement Detected]

The words blinked and then proceeded.

*Congratulations, Player! You have vanquished the Ancient Beast, a formidable adversary of unmatched strength. This heroic deed has not gone unnoticed.*

*Reward: Bonus Level +1*

*Title Acquired: "Behemoth Killer"*

*Reputation Gains: Noble City +1000, Worldwide +500*

*Your audacious act will be commemorated in the annals of this world. Kindly provide a name or nickname for the worldwide announcement.*

Logan's heart raced, the weight of his achievement slowly sinking in. Such a monumental feat would usually be impossible for someone of his level, but fortune seemed to favour him this day. Taking a moment to reflect, he pondered upon the nickname to use. He typed "Fortune Hunter" and confirmed.

The world around him rumbled as a magnificent server-wide announcement echoed thrice, its resonance distinct for each region it addressed. First, the regal City of Nobles, then the vast territories of the Cloud 9 Kingdom, and finally, a call that reverberated across every corner of this vast virtual universe.

*Announcement: A brave soul, known as "Fortune Hunter", has risen against odds and slain the Ancient Beast. Behold the title, "Behemoth Killer", and witness the rise of a new legend. Noble deeds reward with reputation: +1000 in Noble City, +500 Worldwide. Honour him, for his name shall echo for eons.*

Almost instantly, Logan's experience bar surged, growing and filling with a vibrant gold hue. The bar's progression was rapid: LVL 5...6...7...8... and finally, stopping at LVL 9. The euphoria of levelling up thrice in a mere blink, along with the bonus, was intoxicating.

And as if this monumental achievement wasn't enough, another window popped up, this time showing the leader boards. At its pinnacle, where great names usually sat, a singular word stood: "Anonymous". The masked identity of Logan, the "Fortune Hunter", the "Behemoth Killer".

Whispers started circulating throughout the world, questions about the identity of this mysterious hero. Who was this Fortune Hunter? How did he achieve such a feat? Speculations were rife, but for now, Logan relished in the glory of his newfound title, standing tall amidst the legends of the MMORPG world.

As the mist and tumultuous waters settled, the aftermath became apparent. The once tranquil lake was now a chaotic scene of destruction. The meticulously crafted swords, the pride of the dwarves, lay scattered haphazardly. Some were bent; others were shattered, no longer exhibiting the meticulous craftsmanship the dwarves were renowned for.

But amidst the pandemonium, Logan's salvation was evident — the Angle's anklet. Its soft glow, although slightly diminished, signified its role in his narrow escape from the jaws of death. As he pulled himself to his feet, shaking off the shock and water, he knew that the true test of his mettle was only just beginning. The dwarves would not let this intrusion go unanswered, and Logan had to prepare for whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Logan stared in awe at the scene before him, his eyes widened with shock and disbelief. The massive sight before him was filled with an astonishing array of weapons—swords, sabres, shields, spears, and more.

These weren't just any weapons; they were of epic and greater rarity, each one a masterpiece of craftsmanship and power. The impact from the hydro blasts had shattered the whale's body, causing it to spill its treasure trove of weaponry all around the lair.

What made this sight even more perplexing was the reaction of the dwarves. Instead of launching into an aggressive assault, they stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with amazement and disbelief. Logan, though still bewildered, decided to remain motionless, not wanting to provoke these formidable beings.

Among the dwarves, one in particular stood out. He was accompanied by a massive white bear and wore a distinctive red pendant necklace on his forehead. This dwarf approached the water's edge and, with great effort, managed to turn the dead whale's body upside down. As he did so, a cascade of high-rank weapons spilled out from the inner cavity of the whale, catching everyone's attention.

Logan couldn't help but voice his confusion. "What the hell? Why are these dwarves feeding this whale with all these high-rank weapons? Is this some kind of weapons manufacturing operation? Don't tell me I killed the dwarves' useful pet?!"

Despite his ignorance about the situation, Logan remained cautiously still, keeping a watchful eye on the dwarves who continued to regard him with a mix of astonishment and curiosity. He couldn't decipher the grave expressions on their faces or the significance of the whale's cargo.

The chief dwarf, the one with the red pendant necklace, approached the inner sack of the whale. He reached in, sifting through the weapons for a few moments, before finally retrieving what appeared to be an ordinary-looking orb-like stone. Logan couldn't fathom the importance of this seemingly unremarkable stone, but the dwarf's demeanour shifted to one of seriousness.

As the chief dwarf raised the stone, a wave of jubilation erupted among the dwarves. They cheered and celebrated, their cheers echoing through the underground lair. Logan couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. At least they weren't angry or mourning the loss of the whale.

Still, Logan couldn't stay idle for long. He knew he needed to find an escape route before the situation took a turn for the worse. Observing his surroundings, he realized that this dwarves' lair was nestled deep inside the mountain. His mind raced with thoughts of how to navigate through the underground passages and make a stealthy exit.

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