Gillian Chance
High-rankers called it the Gillian Chance.
Just one hit of that chance, and you'd skyrocket straight to the top ranks—a guaranteed lottery ticket to reversing your fortunes in Last Savior.
And now, that chance had exploded for Carpe.
Exploded way too hard, in fact.
Level up! Bonus points have been awarded.
"No way, he's gonna carry you? I ain't never heard of Gillian doing that even once..."
Cheonma muttered in disbelief, but the reality was crystal clear.
"Hmm... It's not just your skills—must be the synergy with being the Magic King's heir. Anyway, good stuff. This level bracket's one of the toughest to grind through. Now it's a breeze..."
'Hold up, forget that. Does Last Savior even have busing? Feels like they'd patch that crap out from the start.'
The act of high-level players carrying lowbies to power.
So-called busing or carrying—it was baked into RPGs, but also one of the biggest balance-breakers out there.
'I've played enough games to know: ones where carrying runs rampant usually crash and burn.'
Could a carried character really handle endgame content properly?
You needed to grind skills and controls step by step. Skipping that? Good luck pulling your weight.
If a raid party had a carried noob in it?
Party implodes, obviously. And the carrier eats every curse in the book—that's reality.
Most carried players quit when their skills couldn't keep up with levels anyway.
'Plus, with carrying, gear doesn't even matter. Mid-level stuff tanks in value overnight, economy goes to hell.'
So devs always rolled out anti-carrying measures.
Thankfully, Last Savior did too.
"Obviously. High-levels can't even enter low-level zones—that's measure one."
Plus systems like no EXP if party level gap's over 10.
Item drop rates drop 30% at 7+ levels apart, and more. Kept carrying in check, mostly.
'What? So no busing at all? Gillian's late 200s, right?'
"That's just player-to-player. NPCs don't count. Getting carried by NPCs happens all the time."
The most famous? Patron Spirit Bus.
Max affinity with some Patron Spirits, and they'd send an avatar to boost you.
Avatar levels dwarfed yours, but parties still formed fine.
'Whoa, insane. Jealous. Mine shows max affinity too—why no bus from my Patron Spirit?'
"...Point is, no restrictions partying with NPCs..."
'Don't dodge. Why no bus from our Patron Spirit?'
While Carpe and Cheonma bantered, Gillian laughed like the issue was settled.
"Hahaha! Great plan, if I do say so. Alright, you... Wait, we haven't introduced properly. I'm Duke Gillian, Ramark Kingdom's one and only. Sometimes called Knife Tyrant."
"Carpe."
"Nice! Carpe—manly name. What's your level? Nah, lemme guess. I'm good at this."
Gillian stroked his chin beard, pondering.
"Hmm. Outsiders usually hit Ramark post-second job change... But you're leagues above 'em. Speed, power... Hmm! Got it!"
He smacked fist into palm.
"At least 65! So I'll peg you at 67. Nailed it, ri—"
"43."
"Right! Forty-th—wait, what?"
Gillian stared like Carpe'd spouted nonsense.
"F-for... ty-three?"
"Yeah. 43."
"No second job yet?!"
"Nope. Level ain't there."
"Hoo..."
Gillian furrowed his brow. Impossible by his logic.
Carpe's feats weren't pre-second-job 43-level stuff.
"Doesn't add up... Stats alone make no sense unless you're chugging elixirs like water..."
"Drank a couple in the starter city."
Of course, Carpe's real stat secret was the Three Firsts title, not elixirs.
"Anyway, straight-up 43."
"Fair enough—no reason to lie. 43 it is. Perfect, got a spot for that level."
Gillian yanked his greatsword from the training ground floor.
"Drek, we'll head out—you handle cleanup. And beg His Majesty more! Sheesh, legendary heir shows after 800 years, and we get a no-guest policy?"
"Heh. You know the circumstances, General. Magic King legends are top-secret, kingly blood only. No eyes on this. I'll keep it quiet."
"Still sucks. We're off."
Grumbling, Gillian led Carpe out.
Through castle halls to his private office.
"Tch. Gotta be here somewhere. Where'd I stash it?"
He scratched his head, rummaging.
"Whatcha looking for?"
"Scroll to the hunting spot. Too far to walk. Hmm. Put it nearby... been ages, memory's fuzzy."
"Not here much?"
"Nope. Neighbor's war-mad Gilliant Empire. Always frontline. Ah, found it."
Small scroll in hand, he grinned. Slapped Carpe's shoulder.
"Ready?"
Tore the scroll.
Next thing, blue hills stretched before Carpe—like old Windows wallpapers.
Crowded with monsters atop them. Too many to count.
Kieek! Kiek!
One type: dinosaur-like, bit smaller than a grown man. Roaring ferociously.
"Sausks, huh. Famous for fat EXP. Rare packs usually, though..."
Cheonma's words aside, hills crawled endless with them.
"Whew. Been away—numbers exploded. Must've bred like rabbits."
Gillian's laughing explanation: royal family's private land.
"Magic King experimented breeding Sausks here... They breed like crazy now. Gotta cull periodically or they overflow."
"Heard that, my lord. Magic King got hooked on Sausk meat, started it all..."
"Yup. Then ditched it when bored. Master."
"Huh. Fun backstory. Hahaha! Magic King's tastes make us suffer every time? Hilarious!"
"...I'll apologize on his behalf."
What a nuisance king...
Like the elf forest—trouble starter extraordinaire.
Aftermath always on the descendants. Dreaded whatever else he'd wrecked.
"Not your fault. And not all bad—perfect soldier training ground. Plus..."
Gillian gripped his greatsword.
Sausks charging.
"...feeds you now!"
Swing too fast to track.
Kiek?!
Kerruk!
Kaaak!
One horizontal slash.
Decapitated three Sausks clean.
"Hahaha! Fun after ages. Go wild—I'll clear fast!"
Dove into the pack center.
Screams trailed his path.
"...Total lone wolf."
"Ignore him. Headache trying to figure that guy out."
"Mm. EXP rising right? Can't see current—kinda frustrating."
But Carpe's doubt cleared quick.
"...Working fine."
Carpe nodded, eyes elsewhere.
One Sausk drooling, shambling over.
"Cool. Tired of spectating anyway."
Thwack!
Blitzed into its guard.
Full-power straight to the throat.
Kieek!
"Huh? Not dead?"
"Told ya—monsters toughen up outside Ruana."
Sausk reeled screaming but stood.
Fresh for Carpe—all normals one-shot till now.
"Ha. Now it's fun. How many hits you tank?"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Kieek! Kiek!
Pummeling echoes, screams.
After a dozen kills, Carpe whistled.
"Damn, tanky. At least 10 hits."
"...Ten's insanely low, dude. Post-second-job players need 15 minutes per."
Even full power, Sausks were bricks.
Min 10, max 20 hits.
Permafrost one-shotted—9-star perk.
"...Gillian's a monster. Held back big in our fight."
Glanced over—faint "Hohohot!" laugh from afar.
Another alert.
You've reached level 45. Beginner Skill Pack rewarded.
"...Huh? Level up? Just did."
"Insane speed. Normally two days straight for one level here..."
"Whoa, wild. Bus ride's god-tier!"
Carpe marveled at the absurd ride quality.
Then, unexpected alert.
You've reached level 45.
You may now undertake your second job change quest.
Mythic-grade special job class. Quest difficulty dramatically increased.
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