OK guys, someone has brought it to my attention that i have been going about some things all wrong. I made some changes to dialog which include Fraxia's thoughts being seperate from the rest of the text which will be shown italics and apostrophes like this 'Insert sarcastic comment from Fraxia that usually sounds something like fuck you'. Thank you chopsuey332 for pointing out that flaw and hopefully i can change the rest of my works that way. Pretty sure there was something else i needed to tell you...Oh well who cares.
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(BTW guys i recovered from the Black Death and are now going into closed door meditation for a few hundred years in order to gain a resistance. Hopefully i won't look like a vampire by the end of it.)
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“So how did everything end up with the gods in charge.” i ask.
“The god of chaos left the universe to its own devices, the gods were a by product of the world needing direction. Souls were taken and given command over individual bits and pieces of the world but in return if one died it would taken billions of years to reform and gain control again.” The god explained.
I glared impatiently at the book.
“What does that have to do with why the gods want this world. Whats going on in this magical world of darkness!” i yell pounding the pages of the book.
“A mortal is not permitted to know.” The god said.
“Fuck you!”
I grab the book and summon a fireball and toss it in the fireplace. The logs in the fire burst into flames giving me a nice toasty flame to do what i want.
'I’ve had it with gods and their god complexes!'
Now the are not omnipotent but they know a damn lot more than pretty much everyone and i happen to be pretty much the only one saving this planet from it's own gods gone rouge so i would at least like it if they didn't feel the need to block me at every chance they get. At this point if someone offered me a big shiny red button labeled "Do not Push" and said it would launch a doomsday missile that would destroy the Heavens i would rip the button out of that guys hand and press push it as many times as possible. They might rise again and enact horrible revenge but i really don't care since i wouldn't be around in 500 million years to care. You can imagine my reaction at the chance to bully a god in a book.
“You wouldn't!” the god said desperately.
“Talk or burn!”
“I won't!”
“Fine”
I toss him in the fire.
He starts screaming even before he hits the flames. Baby, if he had a physical body it probably would be pissing itself. Now you may think that i am cruel to do so but at this point i’ve had it with the assholes that rule the world who love to drop shit on my head from heaven. Wouldn’t want to be mistaken as someone who's all bark and no nite after all.
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” he screams and i rip him out of the fire.
The cover of his book is slightly singed but the leather cover protected it for the most part.
‘Good thing too, i hear old parchment burns quick.’
“I can’t tell you exactly what the gods are looking for-” As soon as he says those words i prepare to throw him back in.
“It’s true! Nobody knows. Not even i, a god who deals in secrets, Only the Prime gods have that information.” the god said.
“Who would believe that! Kyanu would get the info out of any number of undead. Deadmen tell no tales, except to death herself.”
“Your goddess was one of the stubborn ones. The Prime gods forcibly deleted the lesser gods memories and coerced Kyanu into taking the job as the keeper of the dead and was sworn to the highest level of secrecy.” the god said.
“Deleted their memories!? Coercing Kyanu!”
“But i do know this. The Prime gods will do whatever it takes to keep whatever they are looking for on this planet away from each other and those that are not privy to that information are to be kept that way. All i know is that it has something to do with the two masked beings.” he says.
Suddenly i could hear Mirana screaming for help.
“Seriously” i growl.
I grab a nearby can of bookbinding paste and dip the book in it and stick it to the table.
“Stick around. I’m not done with you.”
I blow down the front door and charge headfirst back into the sea of treasure. Crystals and artifacts cover my vision as i follow the sound of the screaming back to it’s source. None of the creatures that had chased me were anywhere near me which made me uneasy. As i swam through the treasure i tried to connect to mirana Via telepathy.
“Hey Mirana, what-”
“Fraxia!!!!” i heard her scream.
I double timed it back to the surface and found mirana in the middle of a fight. She was fighting a bunch of really ugly little yellow humanoids in loincloths or rather she was defending at least. She had picked up a large ornate tower shield that i assume had been part of the treasury and was bashing the little buggers as they jumped at her.
“OI, get away from her!”
I ran at the little creatures who had surrounded her and started throwing them at walls to break their backs or stomping their little heads in. As soon as i got onto the scene it went from an assault on Mirana to slaughter fest. After a few minutes a cry went up and the little creatures started retreating. Mirana was shaking and with more than a few holes in her outfit minus her boarskin cloak.
“You OK?” i asked.
“Yeah...Sure…” she said still shaking.
'Why is she shaking? Is it because they ripped her shirt a little? Hey hey, if you're concerned about clothes then we can just get new ones with all this money OK?'
“Why did you scream? They were pretty weak ya know.”
“They have the face a goblin! You try having one jump out at you!” she exclaimed almost crying.
I poke one of the corpses with the tip of my shoe. Now that you mention it it was pretty ugly. Like combination of a jack-o-lantern, dwarf and an anorexic victim...from the stone ages. I inspected the corpse.
Treasure Creepling corpse
Distant cousins of goblins, this specie were bred by lords and kings to guard the treasuries of the rich and keep out intruders. It is said the more treasure they surround themselves with the stronger they get. The heart, lungs and eyes can be used as alchemy ingredients.
“Oh, hey mirana. Weren’t you interested in those alchemy ingredients in the corner over there? These guys can be stripped of their organs and body parts for ingredients.”
“I’m not going near those things again! You can grab the corpses!” she said now openly crying.
*sigh*
“Why are you making such a big-”
“Hisss”
I look down and find one of the creepings with half its head missing not fully dead yet clawing at my pant leg ripping it to shreds.
“Fuck off.” i say nonchalantly crushing the remainder of its skull.
A bit of green blood and gray matter splatters on Mirana's face and starts wiping it off like she might get the plague.
‘Well she might get hepatitis but i’m pretty sure she's ok.’
“Hey Mirana, why are you so girly all of a sudden?” i ask.
“Maybe because i am a girl!” she yells.
“...sheesh, we need to get your head checked soon.”
“You're the one who needs to get your head checked.”
So after a few minutes of this monologue i get tired and start collecting the bodies and sifting through all the treasure. That shield that mirana had was really really cool looking so i took it and found it was an artifact that could produce a force field like sphere around the user for 3 seconds with a cool down time of 10 seconds. Really good find if you ask me. Next thing on the list i need a good weapon that isn’t a knife and isn’t going to break every time i swing it. Mirana eventually seeing that i am not listening stomps off into the corner with all the scrolls and alchemy stuff.
After many broken swords that were probably priceless i find a huge piece of adamantium the size of a door. The thing was buried under so much treasure that i only found it because it was the platform i was sitting on to sort through piles of weapons and as such that i got curious about what i was sitting on. The thing was so big i could probably surf on it easily. With this i can forge pretty much anything i want. I don’t want some plain old sword that looks plain and boring but at the same time i don’t want some ceremonial sword that is only good for...well ceremony.
Weapon type for me has always been a touchy thing. I never really developed a fondness towards a single weapon because every weapon i owned up until now hasn’t withstood my vigorous use and all my training weapons that i had as a kid i had to replace often leaving me unable to test my strength.
‘No longer, finally i can make a weapon that won’t break every time i swing it.’
“Fraxia , i can’t find any trace of Snowdrop or Kitty.”
“They should be here somewhere.”
I finally remember why we came here and i begin searching and reaching out with my telepathy to try and contact the them. I can feel there are several more of those goblin thingies in the surrounding watching us when i sense a faint trace of kitty’s thoughts.
“Their buried down there somewhere. Come on” i say storing the adamantium in my spatial storage.
“Oh, before you go swimming in that treasure again you might want to consider some protection kekeke.” The spirit of gluttony said.
I pause for a moment wondering what he might be talking about.
“You didn’t think that this much treasure would be guarded by a few measly Creepings did you.” The spirit says.
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I pick up a random nearby piece of ore and appraise it.
Xianite ore
A highly coveted ore that has the innate ability to resist the dark attribute. Currently endowed with [Curse of Insanity] and property of “Mirror asylum of the Queen Labyrinth”.
‘Oh fuck, what is that’
Curse of Insanity
Slow acting curse that erodes the mind.
‘Oh, a cursed treasure. How stereotypical. wait doesn't that mean that everything including the big piece of adamantium soon to be my dream weapon in my inventory are cursed!’
“Keke, you, me and the little lizard will be fine with some help from that blade of yours but the same can’t be said for your friend over there.”
“If she is not strong then it is the fate of the Heavens that she die!” said the dragon now joining the conversation.
“Buddy, you might not have noticed during your dick measuring contest with Kylinth, but i don’t give shit about “The Heavens”.”
But now this put me in a difficult position.
“Hey Mirana, Hows your stats.”
“They are just fine.” she says in a pouty way turning her back.
I open appraisal on her and well...we really need to get her to a doctor soon.
Name: ErrorAge: Error Class: ErrorRace: High Beastmen(Subrace: Fortis Vulpes)Error Level: 133[30%%] HP: 3000/3000MP: 15000/15500 STR: 600VIT: 300 AGI: 300DEX: 300 INT: 300WIS: 300 LUK: Error Skill Points:579 Skills:
Death Resistance LV16 [67%](Passive)
Grave Talker LV6(Active/Passive)[78%]
Mana Manipulation LV45[2%](Active)
Telepathy LV29 [89%](Active/Passive)
Fire Ball LV6 [54%](Active)
Water Trap LV4 [18%](Active/Passive)
Lightning Bolt LV8 [98%]
Body Probe LV1[5%](Active)
Ice cannon Mk.2 LV2(Active) [25%]
Ice Slick Mk.2 LV1(Active) [50%]
Summon Winter Wolf LV1
Freeze Bomb LV1(Active)[50%]
Frostbite LV1(Active)
Command LV1(Active)[10%]
Aura radiation LV1(Active/Passive)
Inspect LV3(Active)[6%]
Titles
Lost one
Mystery of the Heavens
Reborn anew
Conqueror of Asylum of the Queen Labyrinth
Status: Curse of Insanity, Soul connection(Broken)(Confused)
‘What is going on?’
I appraise her status conditions.
Soul connection(Broken)
The invention of a masterful soul magician. A binding of one soul to another. Skills, titles, memories and stat points will be shared. All parties involved must have the same condition in order for connection to work. Currently broken but some lingering effects causing system errors.
‘Oh well thats just great. Not only is are we missing the pets of the two gods that might be on our side but now my partner is going insane. Although where did all the skills and titles and awesome stuff got go? Never mind that, let's make sure she doesn’t go all metal on me first.’
“Ok look, Mirana you're not OK. I’m pretty sure you're infected with a curse or something and going insane as we speak. Don't worry though, i am here to help.”
“No i’m not! You’re the insane one! You lost poor little kitty after all.” she said now waving around a jeweled sword she picked up from somewhere.
“Yep i’m sure that's how you see it. Now if you could put down the sword and turn that way a moment. I have a present for you.”
“Really!”
*Bong*
"Nope"
*Thud*
“Good job fae scout” i say giving a thumbs up to the fae scout that i had snuck up behind Mirana with a metal club i got while sorting through the weapons.
“Now Mirana. When you wake you I’m sure you’re going to be pissed but i’m sure one day you will thank me from preventing you from going all “Heeeeerree's Mirana!” on me. And even if you don't we can all look back at this one day and laugh.”
‘OK, Pixie scout you stay here and guard her. call me if anything happens’
My mana manipulation ability had gotten so powerful that i could endow them with some attributes like obedience essentially turning them from a mindless mass of mana into a golem.
After dragging her back to the entrance i activate Earth Sense and set off once again swimming through the sea of treasure. I wanted to head back to that cabin but i really should be save the cats soon. Who knows, maybe they got caught by the Creeplings and are currently hanging over a fire for roasting.
I make my way towards the faint signal i am getting from Telepathy and pass many groupings of Creeplings. Most likely nests or dens of some sort. As i get further into the treasure sea i can feel mental attacks coming my way from these nests. If the Curse of insanity that is on all of the treasure is comparable to poison then the mental attacks i am feeling now are comparable to poison darts. The knife discharges them but the nest inhabitants start coming my way in droves.
Some of them manage to grab me but those are easily fixed with a quick snap of the neck of a punch through the chest. That's when i hear a loud screech and all the Creeplings back off.
‘Thank you whoever that was.’
I enter another air bubble in the sea of treasures and find a huge temple like structure in ruins. Big white soaring columns and steps made of pure white marble are cracked and broken. Glowing red vines provide light and give the place an eerie look. On top of the whole thing's a giant mirror as big as a radio satellite dish with many ancient looking ruins and enchanted magic circles carved into the frame.
‘Now this doesn’t scream evil lair at all’
“Ah at last you found me. Why don’t you come inside and we can talk. We have so much to catch up on and i hope you brought my things.” came the voice of Zamora over the loudspeaker.
The giant doors of the temple open inviting me into the dark corridor. Better not keep my host waiting.