Overwhelming Firepower Chapter 68: Walkthrough

The knights and craftsmen busied themselves unloading crates and securing gear. Vardon had already entered the mansion, disappearing into his chambers without a word. Once Lucen and Robert had finished inspecting their own belongings, they followed suit.

The entire Thornehart mansion was filled with mana lamps. The second Robert saw this, he could not help but shout.

"Nope! I can’t stay here! This entire place reeks of the stink of those Grey Tower b*stards."

"Is there a room here without mana lamps?" Lucen asked one of the servants.

"Yes, young master." The maid answered respectfully. "There are a few in the west wing that still have no mana lamps in place."

"Thank you, that’s good enough." Lucen glanced at Robert, who clicked his tongue.

"Tsk, I guess that’s fine for now. So, when are we going to try and see what we could get from eating the giant troll meat?"

Robert, still a bit irritated by how many mana lamps were in the mansion, changed the subject. When the servants heard Robert’s words, they were visibly rattled as they looked at one another.

Still, they remained ever the professionals and kept their mouths shut. They were servants of Thornehart, and as such, will reflect the dignity as befits this noble household.

"Not today," Lucen said, suppressing a yawn. "I’m tired. We’ll do it tomorrow." He turned to the maid beside him. "Can you guide me to my room?"

"Of course, young master," she curtsied. "Right this way." Lucen followed her down the hall, footsteps echoing against the polished floor.

"Boring... Fine, tomorrow it is." Robert grunted, spinning on his heel. "You show me the room without any of these irritating mana lamps."

"Please follow me." One of the maids answered while curtsying.

"Very well, show me." Robert walked off, following behind the maid, already mumbling ideas under his breath.

***

Lucen’s new room was far larger than the one he had in Ironhold, which was as he expected.

High ceilings framed with intricate woodwork, a wide window that looked out onto the moonlit garden, and polished floors that reflected the soft light from the mana lamps. Lucen set down his things in a corner, but his weapons were placed near his bed just in case he needed them.

Lucen then rummaged through his bag and took out a notebook. This was the notebook where he wrote everything he remembered about the game, the second he regained his past life’s memories.

He flipped through the pages to see what items or useful people could possibly be in the Capital during this period before the game starts.

Lucen remembered first unlocking that ending and was disappointed since it ended the story without learning who the enemies are, and it didn’t even give any good skills.

The current Lucen truly believes in his chosen allies, but at the same time, he knows that he cannot blindly believe in them the same way Alexander would, the ever pure and righteous.

Lucen couldn’t help but remember all the endings the protagonist could have had in the game. No matter the ending, he chooses it’s always because of his companions that he ends up in those situations. The only ending where the protagonist decides for himself was the true ending, which was arguably the best ending.

Lucen shook his head as he continued reading his notebook to see what or who would be useful to get while he was here in the Capital. He continued reading through the notebook and saw something interesting.

Lucen, who read those words in the notebook, started thinking about it. Even though his current system, which gives him skills and traits, wasn’t the same as the one used in the game, it was still very similar.

Even though it has been a year since he regained his past life memories and the system, there were still many unknowns about it. The system itself was already hard to understand how he acquired a system from a different game entirely.

There was also the fact that the system that was from a different game gave skills and traits that did not exist in its original game. There was also the difficulty of guessing what each skill and trait does, since the system doesn’t tell him.

Lucen continued to scan his notebook, but most of the people and items listed weren’t in the Capital at this point in time. Some of them didn’t even exist yet.

Lucen continued to flip through the notebook, which read like a walkthrough of the entire game with every possible ending written in it. A smile appeared on Lucen’s face as he read his notes.

He paused as the page he was looking at blurred a little, not because he was tired, but because he felt nostalgic.

He closed the notebook and leaned back, the soft creak of the bed beneath him oddly familiar. In the quiet, his mind drifted, not to tactics or training, but to home. His old home, the one so clear in his memories... It wasn’t as grand as the one he was in now, but it had everything he needed.

A small fridge at the side where he kept his energy drinks. An inverter AC was cooling down his room. He also liked reading various manga, manhwa, and light novels. Which was why he had a large bookshelf in the back of his room.

Of course, he read other non-fiction stories, his favorites were sci-fi and fantasy, but his favorite thing in his room was the four monitors to play and watch various things. The gaming chair where he sat comfortably, where he could lean in and relax. He practically lived in that gaming chair, controller always in hand.

Lucen remembered the feel of his favorite controller as he pressed the buttons. It always felt right and calmed him down. The headphones in his ears were making it sound like he was really there, but of course, now he was truly in a game-like world.

Lucen then remembered that he had seen a few plays in his past life, mostly Shakespeare’s, as he got interested in them due to an anime he watched. His favorite being Hamlet.

A soft chuckle escaped Lucen’s lips.

Lucen continued scanning the notebook while already thinking about many other things he should do while in the capital.