My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy 129 Preparing For Departure Part 7

As strange as it seemed, his first instinct at this point wasn't to use it, but to instead sell it for gold for more equipment and items. Something like this had to be worth a big stack of gold, and when he thought about it, there was only really about a 50% chance of him getting a boost in an Attribute that would be even slightly helpful in the upcoming confrontation. Abilities and items, however, would always be useful.

To his mild disappointment, however, on the back of the ticket in small golden script near the bottom it informed him that it "has no gold value and is not for resale".

So much for that, then. Guess he'd better hope his luck would hold.

With a command, he spent the Attribute Boost Ticket and watched as his Status menu popped up. To his disappointment, his Persona Attribute jumped 10 points, functionally doubling its value. He should be grateful for being able to get his hands on something this useful and rare, but unless he suddenly had a way of talking the gnolls into just giving up out of nowhere, he wasn't really sure how having a higher Persona was going to help him right now.
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Who knows? Maybe it had some other benefits that weren't obvious to him. Frumpkin had said that the changes would be most dramatic at lower values, so maybe he'd just gained some new latent abilities he wasn't aware of. Not likely. But he could hope, right?

He closed out of the Terminal, and with another blow of the golden whistle, felt himself folded inside out again before he popped back into reality in the woods some distance outside the camp. To his surprise, it was already heading towards evening from the look of things. Had he really been gone that long? From his perception, he'd only been gone about 30 minutes, if that. Maybe time flowed differently between the dimensions? If that was the case, he would need to keep that in mind. It would be very much of a problem if he expected to be back in a few minutes, only to return hours later.

It took him a moment to get his bearings. Once he figured out where he was, he set off towards the camp. When he arrived, whole area was alive with activity. Several makeshift smithies had been set up to one side of the clearing, and several smiths pounded away at various weapons and pieces of armor, working them into shape for the coming fight. As he watched, one of them took the piece of steel they were shaping and thrust it into a barrel full of water, sending a jet of steam into the air with a harsh hiss.

Cooks stirred several large cauldrons over makeshift cooking circles, doling out spoonfuls to a line of bodies waiting for food. Scattered in the midst of the familiar green-clad members of the Company, nearly two dozen new faces stood, clad in various colors and styles of armor and dress. Probably members of the various adventuring guilds that Farlo had called in. There were far more here than he'd expected. The sight of so many well-armed adventurers gave Jack a small thrill of excitement. If all of these adventurers were coming with them, they'd have a legitimate chance at winning. They'd have to. There was no way a crew this formidable could lose, right?