Zilon stood there for a while reviewing all his rewards.
One by one he thought about there advantages and disadvantages.
" The sword is very powerful, for me to acquire something so early on could be considered a huge struck of luck, but I can't make use of it right now, which makes a lot of its matters not of much to think about "
Zilon walked back to his bed and picked up the blade.
He twirled it around his hand making it pass under all his fingers then it came back to his palm.
" I guess I am not rusty " he thought.
He stared at the blade a little longer and decided to keep the blade were he kept his gold coins , inside the empty shelves that was meant for books.
A better option would have been his drawer since he might end up forgetting about it if he doesn't see it too often.
But he knew the fact that something may arise and he will remember that he has money, so subsequently he will have a reason to check that area and he will find the blade there.
Besides it was still visible from the door if you enter the room, so at some point he was sure he will still remember about.
He placed the blade then walked back to his bed, staying 4 steps away and staring at the sphere with wings.
" I think I will leave it here I will need to learn how to activate it" he came closer and arranged his bed it placing the sphere on top when he was done.
He nods after confirming everything and then walked out of his room.
He approached the bathroom, opening the door and entering inside , he began to wash his mouth with water and scrubbed his teeth with something that looks like a small brush.
After scrubbing all sides in his mouth and teeth he poured water inside his mouth again and proceeded to spit out.
He did it twice and made sure his mouth was clean then walked out.
He made his way to the living room but found no one there, automatically he walked to the kitchen.
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" Your finally here "
The moment Zilon's figure was visible Lyla spoke.
Zilon looked ahead and saw 4 chairs and a long table meant for a family of four to din on.
" those weren't there before " Zilon's brows shifted slightly.
" Come have a seat,it's already getting cold " Lyla urged him.
Zilon walked towards one chair, opposite to Lyla and sat down.
The moment he got comfortable the aroma of the dish reached his nose.
He immediately glanced at the table.
The first bowl caught his attention — a steaming mound of delicate white grains, each glistening faintly, soft yet distinct. A savory aroma rose from it, carrying a faint hint of herbs and something warm, familiar — though he couldn't quite place it at first.
Beside it sat a tall cup filled with milk, its surface shimmering with a thin, velvety layer, tiny bubbles collecting at the rim. The scent was fresh and earthy.
The third plate held 5 slices of of cut out bread— its crust golden, almost shimmering in the soft light. Embedded along the top were tiny, dark grains, glistening slightly, adding a rustic texture to the smooth, crunchy crust.
Zilon reached out, his fingers brushed the surface — crisp outside, soft and fragrant inside. He could already imagine how the crunch would melt into warmth when dipped into the milk.
And then it clicked.
His gaze returned to the first dish. Was that… rice? His heart gave a small, startled beat. Somehow, in this unfamiliar world, something so simple and familiar had found its way to his table.
" Well what are you waiting for ?, dig in " Lyla said.
"she seems cheerful "Zilon thought as he gave her a quick glance.
She has already started eating,he saw her as an elegant beauty when she picked up the wooden spoon next to her bowl and began to eat.
But of course that was on his own perspective, in reality she was eating quite normal no fancy moves attached.
Zilon faced the first the bowl that had contents that looked like rice and couldn't but feel a little nostalgic about it.
" rice in another world, how rich " he felt warm in his heart as he picked his spoon and shoved a spoonfull.
it was hot and Zilon had the habit of blowing his food till it's warm before he shoved it in his mouth.
" so good!, I can't believe it taste this good even without soup " Zilon thought,surprised as he slowed.
" This is really good " Zilon said.
Lyla seem to stop for a spilt second before she continued, Of course he didn't notice.
After some spoons he decided to give the milk a try.
He raised his cup and brought it to his lips , gluping three times before he dropped it back.
Everything continued on like that but at some point Lyla was already done and was staring at his food intently.
" Huh?..." Zilon noticing her gaze was surprised when he saw he had only finished half of the rice but she was done with everything in her plate.
Zilon shook his inwardly as he finally realized why she was making him hurry.
In the end he was surprisingly full and was just adding up, her cooking was good and if he decided to stand up without clearing up it might look bad of him.
Seeing the opportunity he pushed his bowl of rice towards her :
" Here you go " Zilon said suddenly.
She was momentarily stunned but it didn't quite reflect on her face, all she did was stare at Zilon then she lowered her head to look at the food, before gladly raising her spoon to eat.
Zilon sighed and decided it was time.
He had already drunk up the milk and was done with eating the bread so he stood up and took his plate towards the jar of water and a bigger wooden basket.
He placed them inside the basket and went back to the table to carry Lyla's.
He collected her bowl,plate and cup, walked back to the basket and dropped them inside.
Because he wasn't wearing a long sleeve, which were the clothes from yesterday all he had to do was begin washing the plates.
He noticed a small yellow sponge and quickly picked it.
" this wasn't also here yesterday " Zilon pressed hard.
If the sponge had vocals to speak it would have asked Zilon in a dramatic and terrible voice why he was doing that to him.
" I guess this were stuffs that were brought recently, and by recently I meant today "
how did she do it so quickly without any alertness,he honestly doesn't know.
He began by pouring water inside the basket and began to scrub them with the sponge.
Zilon was done with 2 of the plates when Lyla stood up, apparently finished with the food.
"That was quick" Zilon commented inwardly.
Lyla pushed the chair inside the table after standing and walked towards Zilon's standing figure.
She stood close to him and placed her bowl.
He sniff the air as he felt her fragrance reaching.
" oh boy, She scents like sandalwood from earth "Zilon stared at her with corner of his eye.
" You don't need to get your hands wet " he said as he noticed her attempts to help him.
He had already finished three of them anyway.
" So what did you want to ask me? " Lyla suddenly blurted as she slowly retract her hand.
Zilon abruptly stopped his motion and his eyes widened in shock.
He turned his head to her direction and found her looking at him.
" But how did you ?..." Zilon stared back with wide eyes,still not believing that she actually read his mind.
" Believe it or not but I can read your mind waves and make out what your thinking, you don't just clearessly think infront of people"
Zilon suddenly froze up not thinking of anything in particular.
" I am not free even in my own world "Zilon cryed inwardly.
" Don't worry though I won't use it and spy on your thoughts, not everyone has this knowledge and I will like to use mine for ethical purposes" she nods gently.
Zilon who got tense felt his muscles relax a little and then he continued his scrubbing with a slightly bothered expression.
" Now I already know what your confused about but I will to here then from your mouth"
" I might as well ask "
Zilon hands stopped again, he took a deep breath and finally the questions were organized in his head.
" Can I know more about the durabilities of weapons? " Zilon asked them he continued scrubbing.
By now he was done with the 4th one and have started the 5th one.
" Hmm, I guess I will start by explaining what they are" Lyla cleared her throat and began to speak.
" As the name implies the durability stats in any item stands for the ability of such item to withstand, there are different things that affect the DUR stat" she paused for moment.
" The main ones though are damages made directly to such equipments, an example will be a sword or attack weapon, there are the quickest to run out of durability, wielders are forced to constantly maintain there weapons after battle, apart from that rust also affect metallic items like swords and armors" Lyla concluded
Zilon nodded his head as he finally understood the metrics.
" Not much different from reality itself, warriors clean there blades after battle not because of fashion,but because it's obligatory apart from keeping it sharp it also saves it from rust "
" As for what reduces them, with this much explanation it's easy to conclude the more attacks that hits the blade or armor the more durability it loses, also if it's a sword the more it's pushed to its limit, the more it loses durability "
" I have one more question " Zilon suddenly said after some moments of silence.
" Go on "
Zilon finished the last cup and cleaned it with a rag that he had been using since.
Keeping the cup neatly in it's place he finally opened his mouth to speak.
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Zilon came out of the house immediately he felt the ray from the sun strike his exposed hands which resulted in the feeling of warmth.
" it really gets hot when the second sun it's about to raise " He said with a sigh.
He ended up asking more questions.
" But this clears up a lot of things for me " He said.
The winds blew softly on him, the sound of the rustling of the apple like tree reached his ears and gave him a sense of peace as he stood there motionless.
Then the wind stopped blowing and Zilon snapped out of his trance.
He walked towards his sun clock by his right and saw the shadow pointing at a direction with no number on it.
" I guess the winds must have blown them off"
Zilon pickup a small stick and began to write back the numbers.
When he wrote number 12 he stepped back and looked at the shadow hand once again.
" So... It's now pointing at three , 8 hours currently about 4 more hours before it gets hotter than it already is " Zilon shrugged.
Zilon took some steps back and stretched his body.
He started with his legs jumping while opening and closing his legs.
Then after some time he stood still, stretched his hands to the right.....
*Crack*
" Hooh that hits it "
And then to his left.....
*Crack*
Raising his hands to the sky he bent to his left and also to his right creating two more sounds of bones cracking.
Stretching his legs from left to right,he twisted his neck left and right.
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
" Okay, that should be all for the warm ups"
Zilon stretched up with his legs and the moments later he dropped his hands.
" Let the challenge begin! " Zilon said with a smirk.
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