Time Passes By
The days after the Ice Deer incident were filled with a mix of curiosity and speculation. The team could not stop talking about the magical beast and its mysterious disappearance. Sasha, in particular, insisted on researching it further, pouring over ancient books and scrolls during their downtime. Avik was less concerned, playfully teasing her about being obsessed.
Samson, however, stayed silent during these conversations, pretending to be as puzzled as everyone else. Deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and unease, knowing that the Ice Deer was his spirit beast form. He resolved to keep the secret for now, focusing instead on becoming a valuable member of the team.
The group took on several minor missions—a bandit ambush on a merchant caravan, retrieving stolen goods, and assisting a small village with repairing their defenses. Each time, Samson proved himself with his keen observations, quick thinking, and calm approach to challenges.
Even Bjorn, who had initially been wary of Samson, began to acknowledge his worth. "You're not just good in a fight, kid. You've got a sharp head on your shoulders," Bjorn admitted after Samson outwitted a bandit leader.
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Big Commission Fee from Eva's Father
One afternoon, a courier arrived at their base with an ornate letter bearing an official seal. Eva opened it eagerly, her eyes widening as she read its contents.
"It's from my father," she said, her voice filled with surprise. "He sent us a reward for saving me."
Inside the accompanying package was a hefty sum of gold coins, enough to make even Bjorn, who was usually unfazed, raise an eyebrow. "This is more than we've ever made in a single commission," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
The team used the funds to upgrade their equipment and living quarters. They purchased new armor, enchanted weapons, and other supplies, ensuring they were better prepared for future missions. The newfound resources also lifted their spirits, making their victories feel even sweeter.
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Samson Becomes a Permanent Member
Over the next few weeks, Samson continued to excel. During one mission, he devised a strategy to outmaneuver a group of hostile mercenaries, ensuring minimal injuries to the team. In another, he showed exceptional skill in defending a small town from a pack of magical wolves.
However, it wasn't just his combat prowess that endeared him to the team—it was his cooking. One evening, after returning from a tiring mission, Samson offered to prepare dinner. The aroma of a hearty stew filled the air, and when the team tasted it, they were stunned.
"This is amazing!" Avik exclaimed, practically inhaling his portion.
"Where did you learn to cook like this?" Sasha asked, her tone impressed.
Samson shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. "Just picked it up over time." His skills from previous life in military really comes handy now.
Bjorn, who was notoriously difficult to please, finally relented. "You've earned your place here, Samson. Welcome to the team—officially." He extended his hand, and Samson shook it firmly, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment.
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Returning Home
With their recent success and the substantial commission fee, Bjorn announced a short break for everyone to rest and visit their families. The team dispersed, each heading to their respective hometowns.
For Samson, this was a daunting yet meaningful journey. Returning home was not just about seeing his family—it was a confrontation with his past. The memories of his failures in his previous life haunted him, but this time, he vowed to make things right.
As he approached the familiar streets of his village, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. The bustling marketplace, the sound of children playing, and the scent of fresh bread from the bakery—all of it felt like a distant dream.
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Meeting Mother and Sister
When Samson reached his family's modest home, his heart pounded in his chest. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal his mother, Maren, whose eyes instantly lit up.
"Samson!" she cried, pulling him into a tight embrace. Tears streamed down her face as she held him close. "You're back! You look so grown-up."
Samson smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of warmth and belonging. "I missed you, Mom," he said softly.
A high-pitched voice interrupted them. "Sammy!" Ayla, his younger sister, came running out from the back of the house, her face beaming with joy. She threw her arms around him, nearly knocking him over.
"You've been gone forever!" she scolded, though her smile never wavered.
Seeing Ayla alive and well brought a lump to Samson's throat. He struggled to keep his emotions in check, knowing how precious this moment was. In his previous life, he had lost her due to his own mistakes. This time, he would do whatever it took to protect her.
The evening was filled with laughter and stories. Maren cooked a simple yet delicious meal, and Ayla peppered Samson with questions about his adventures. He answered carefully, avoiding any mention of the watch or his new powers.
As the night wore on, Samson found himself sitting alone outside, staring at the stars. His resolve strengthened as he thought about the people he loved. This second chance was a gift, and he wouldn't waste it.