Chapter 4- Kerning for Life!

"I still can't believe this monster truck can jump and surpass many obstacles," said Cold Eye. Barlog and Cold Eye were riding on the monster truck, killing many monsters and players along the way.

"Hey, Cold Eye! Did you see the look on that Level 13 noob when he saw us coming?"

"Sire, I don't know how to say this, but I think you should stop," said Cold Eye.

"Stop? But the fun is just starting!" cried Barlog. He was driving across the swamp.

"Not only you've killed many humans, but as well as the monsters!" Cold Eye pointed out. "Look, Barlog! You're now running over those poor Jr. Neckis!"

"Aaah! I was just spawned!" cried a Jr. Necki. Barlog stopped the truck.

"... Well, how am I supposed to drive through these places!"

Cold Eye suggested, "You could try walking... or flying."

"Walking and flying? Psshh... I rather be driving!" He started the truck and kept driving.

"Eh... like what most monsters said... nothing can stop you... in many meanings..."

After an hour drive, the truck can't go any furthur. "Come on, you stupid truck!"

"Would you suggest... that your so called baby has run out of gas?"

Barlog hit the steering wheel. "Great! Now, how am I suppose to drive this baby around the island?"

"Well, you can go to Kerning City to buy some fuel, I mean, it's right next to us."

"Kerning City! Why that place? It's filled with humans!" cried Barlog.

"And they consider you as one, since you're still in your Cash Shop clothes?"

"Oh, oh yeah! I forgot," said Barlog. He went out of the truck. "I want you watching over my truck, Cold Eye. You got that?"

Cold Eye lay down. "Yeah, sure. Whatever..."

Barlog found a door saying, "Door to Kerning City." The door was small for him, but still managable to fit through.

"PQ! Accepting PQ!"

"Trading fame!"

"Doing PQ! I got track!"

It was a crowd near the sewer. Barlog was still slipping himself through the sewer hole. "Help! I'm stuck!" he yelled. The noise out there was too loud. "Help! I can't get out!" he cried, but still no reply.

"Wanna go to the PQ, Angel?"

"Nah, I need to train more. I'll be going to Sleepywood, okay?"

"You sure? Going through the swamp is hard, I mean, it's filled with-"

"Jr. Neckis, I know. They aren't that hard. I could kill them easily! Sheesh, stop treating me like a noob, bro."

"Okay, well, I'm off."

"Bye, bro. Now off to the sewers." As she goes up in the sewer pipe line, she heard a noise. "Help!"

"Help?" she asked. "Is someone in there?" she yelled inside the sewer pipe. "Help me! I'm stuck!" Angel saw a hand sticking out of the pipe.

"Woah! Don't worry, I'll pull you out!" She grabbed Barlog's hand and pulled. "Ugh, you're heavy!"

"Sorry about that! And I appreciated if you try pulling harder!"

"I'm trying! And don't make a statement like that!" She pulled her hardest. Then, friction on Barlog got loose. The crowd outside saw a huge guy got out of the sewer. "Ugh... my head..."

"...HEY! I know you! You're that hacker!" When Barlog gt up, he recognized Angel, the person who still thinks that he's a human player.

"Please, I'm not a hacker. Maybe I got in there and met you by a coincidence."

"Anyway, what brings you here?" Angel asked.

Barlog remembered. "Yeah! I need fuel for my mons- I mean, quest."

"Fuel? I didn't know they sell fuel here," she said.

"Well, I better find a place that actually sells fuel. I gotta go now-"

"Wait!"

Barlog looked at her. "Please, I gotta go! I don't have time for this. I need to hurry..." Barlog left off to somewhere in Kerning. Angel just stood there. "Who are you?" she whispered quietly, talking to herself.

Barlog was still searching for a fuel store. "Man, I hope I don't talk to a human that long ever again. And where is that damned store?" He saw an NPC just sweeping the porch in front of his store.

"Excuse me..." Barlog said.

"Yes, my good man?" the NPC replied.

"Do you happen to have some fuel for mobiles?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, but I believe you can ask the taxi man for fuel. In fact, he might have lots, since he always offer to take someone to another city," he answered.

"Okay, thanks for your help," said Barlog, then left the NPC off to find the taxi man. The search took him only 10 minutes. He found an NPC leaning on the taxi.

"Excuse me sir, but-"

"Do you have a job?"

"Job? I'm... uhh... a Hero?"

"Then the ride will cost you lots of money," the NPC said.

"No, I just need fuel. That's all!"

"Fuel? I buy fuel, I don't sell."

"Well, where can I buy fuel?" Barlog asked.

"You have to ask Chris, Kerning's smither. He can burn ores and minerals, then smith them to fuel."

"Where is he?" he asked. The NPC pointed at the top of the building. "He works right over there."

"Heh, thanks."

"No problem, kid."

As Barlog left, he found a spot where nobody would spot him flying. He landed on the roof, and found the door leading to Chris's smith shop.

"Man, I got lots of ores, minerals, plates, and jewels and I don't have any idea what to do with them-"

Barlog fell down from the door, since it's small. Just not as small as the sewer pipe.

"Well, look it here! A customer! Whadda you want?" said Chris, excitedly.

"I need fuel, for my... umm... truck."

"Fuel, eh? The ore hunting isn't necessary, because I have what I needed. What I needed is money!"

Barlog asked, "How much is the fuel?"

"Since my shop is almost too secret, I'm guessing... 15 million mesos!"

"Okay, here you-" he was shocked by the price, twitching his eye. "15 million mesos! Are you crazy for money!"

"Well, it's just... I haven't had any customers in a long time. And you know, I opened this business to help my family. I can make money easily! It's just... Kerning cannot afford me a better selling stall. The only place I can afford is this shed. I'm really sorry, but that's how low I can go."

Barlog looked down. "I-I... I'll go get the 15 milllion for you..." he cried.

"Really!" said Chris, "I mean, you don't have to..."

"Nah, it's okay. I mean... I've been bad sometimes, but I think I should at least repay someone." Barlog went up to the door."

"Wait, sonny!" Barlog looked.

"What's your name?" asked Chris.

Of course, Barlog didn't want to say his real name, so he had to come up with one. "Call me... Barl."

"Good luck on your journey, Barl! I'll start making that fuel you wanted!" Barlog left the shed and thought where he could get that much money.