George strolled through the streets of Luxhome. He gandered at the sights of the magnificent buildings. Whenever he passed by shops and stuff, people would turn to him. Probably because he was in the traditional garb of the temple of light and because he was positively jacked.
[You have instilled awe and admiration to others. +1 Awesome]
George resisted the urge to shudder, letting the pleasurable tingling settle over him. He's still not sure what it does, and no one in the temple do either. A number of officers got angry at him for using his first Ascension Point on something so useless. He was afraid that Lurger, the goddess light, would be smiting him from all the uproar the choice made, but she seemed to be only amused at worst.
He had been in this world, Bagrat, for seven years now. He chuckled at that name, but that name apparently isn't universal to every country. Some called it Leedle (supposedly means Round), the Great Lands, and Bart.
He used to be a scrawny kid back then. He could scarcely believe that that kid could have been him, and many would so too. He was pale and wimpy, but now he's big and beefy, standing at eight feet tall and having biceps that could crush coconuts. Having over fifty Strength and Constitution would do that to you, he supposed.
George met with Lieutenant Jeffrey at the grounds of the Academy of Magecraft and Martial Arts. He looked at the sign with fondness. He thought he would have hated it considering the uncountable times he had been beaten up by the superhuman instructors there. He supposed that he does feel a little thankful for their teachings, and well, he could beat them now effortlessly. He's technically still a student at the academy. He still hasn't completed the ten-year curriculum he was enrolled in.
Jeffrey was a sour military man. George has never seen this man smile at him. He stands at an above average 6'11" and had a muscular 31 Strength body.
"Is it goblins again?" George asked.
"Yes, dark worshippers have been coming out. Kobolds have attacked three mountain villages and occupied one. Goblins have attacked seven villages and occupied three. No sign of gnoll activity, but they may be scheming as we speak."
"Damn. Do we even have the manpower to fight them?" George grimaced. That's more people he could think could die in a month in this world.
"Fraid not. We're stretched thin as it is. We're going to need more of than that considering some had been seen using strange magicks and artifacts."
"Damn, otherworlders," he quietly cursed. Summoning otherworlders have started about fifty to thirty years ago. It was a bloody affair considering the dark gods almost conquered all the surface kingdoms with the otherworldly magic they brought to this world. They were only repelled when the gods of the surface kingdoms decided that the dark gods needed to get a taste of their own medicine when they learned to summon their own otherworldly heroes. The dark gods have been badly defeated, and all the dark races fled underground where the light couldn't reach them. The world was still reeling from the effects of that.
"What about the other kingdoms, could we solicit some help from them?" George asked.
"The generals are talking with the neighboring kingdoms, but nothing has been revealed as of yet."
"What about you? Has the temple said anything?" Jeffrey had his turn in asking questions.
"Not publicly, but I've heard behind close doors that they have detected a number of otherworldly summons underground. Many of them big. We should prepare for a bloodbath in the near future."