Grandmaster Of All Job Class

Joan was left with no mana to spare. It has no problem if he will teleport himself but with his carriage, it will be a difficult task. Minding that he was already low on mana when he fought. Still in the process of regaining mana and stamina.

In their home, silence struck him. No horse to neigh, no chicken, cockadodle-do, none at all. Only the wind that was brushing in the wheat field was heard. Stopping immediately after a few seconds. Silence overtook after the wind stopped.

Joan was there on the fence with no one to talk to. Seeing some spawned Imps from afar that were dancing in their songs.

Joan felt empty, but still, he moved on and continued his life..

He walks back to where Isaias was but Imps were blocking the road towards him. Preparing his strength, he crouched like a cheetah.

Immediately, Joan dashed into the fray. Hurling the dirt in his path. Imps were shocked as they sensed his presence a bit late. Preparing to defend themselves, they posed in their fighting stance. Prepared for an immediate fight that will breakthrough.

Just as they were on edge, they soon approached him. Joan then jumped up high in the air while somersaulting. Rotating three times before he landed. Feet first and crouching while hands on the ground.

They turned around then they saw him running away.

"Bye-bye! See you next time!" Joan shouted at them.

They were confused as their faces were seen having disbelief. Scratching their leathery head in the process. Others were disappointed because there was no fighting that happened, expecting to have fun but their excitement turned to ashes. Even like a bubble that disappeared in split seconds.

Joan jogged in the neighbourhood of spawns. Evading with finesse and just chilling. Undeads were slow for his perspective so he just avoids them. Imps were not able to hinder his movements too with just their speed. It will take another realm of effort for them to chase him.

Jogging to avoid them, Joan didn't waste time on cultivating his mana well. Making the most out of his relaxing jog on the monster-and-devil-infested village.

Just as he was cultivating, he has gained enough mana to use his skill [Accelerate] of the Ronin Job class or the skill of Fighter [Speed]. Thinking of choosing between the two, his stamina will not cope up with it.

There were many things to consider when using the skills. And that was because he was hungry and didn't have the energy to do such excessive task for his body to handle.

He can feel a little light-headed and his feet were a little weary. Not able to get to where Isaias was where what clouded his mind and there was a chance that if he overexert himself, he will collapse halfway.

So jogging was the only way. Small evasive manoeuvres that consume a little stamina was what he prioritized. While on the way, he cultivated and breathed in and out in a controlled way. More efficient in circulating air in the blood that can sustain air in the brain on what you were doing.

Just after that, he was travelling and evading for some time. Making use of what his remaining stamina can handle in his jog.

Seeing from afar, Joan saw in the hills that Isaias was driving the horse they have called Priscilla. Waving at him with his image of as small as a dot but it can be seen that he was moving his hands up from left to right and forth.

"Ey! Isaias! I am here!" Joan said while waving his hands too.

Isaias was waving his hands and he was shouting back at him. Sadly, it was inaudible in his ears. Not hearing a single thing as he can only hear the wind brush through his ears.

To his surprise, Isaias was able to drive a carriage. Something that was needed when you have a carriage and it was better to have two drivers at the same time. While Joan sleeps, the other one can drive and vice versa.

Joan felt excited to reach Isaias soon but his excitement was as intense as his hunger. Something that he was carrying for some time. Just as he reached the top of the hills, he saw the carriage that was near. Running downhill, he was on his fastest. Reaching Isaias in no time.

The grasses swayed as the wind blows as well as Joan's new clothes. Beside the road was grassy hills. Far from the wheat fields in their village.

As Joan was now climbing uphill, he felt that the world spins. Even though he has started to blackout, he slammed his knees on the ground. Leaning on the ground not to smash his head on the process. Little by little, he closed his eyes which sees the incoming carriage.

Joan then was in the depths of his dreams. Looking at his self on his transmigrated self. He approached him but he felt that it was smiling wryly at him. His eyes were red and blood vessels were seen in his cornea. Seemingly seeing a different person. It approached him and grabbed his neck, restricting his breathing in the process.

Just as Joan was about to lose his senses, he felt a rod has struck his head.

"Joan! Wake up!" Isaias screamed as he was shaking him vehemently.

Joan inhaled great amounts of air and was coughing greatly. A mix of deep breaths and coughs were seen and his face was in great disbelief.

Looking left and right while being anxious. Seeing a bag of corn in his side as his pillow and a cage of chickens beside him. A bag of carrots was seen on his other side for Prescilla's food.

"We are inside the carriage. Don't worry I am here. You passed out without eating, here I skewered the rabbit. Roasted it with pepper and salt. Glad that we went back to your house. You want to drink water?" Isaias said then helped him drink.

Gulping like a famished person then grabbing the skewered meat. Biting it off with a mouthful. Munching it with great pleasure as he tastes its flavour.

"Thanks! I didn't know what will happen to me if I am alone. It is nice to have a company once in a while," Joan said to him.

"Not once in a while but we will be a company for good. We will have a long journey ahead and a perilous one. We should help each other," Isaias said to him.

Joan then smiled and gulped another cup.