The day after his time in the dungeon, Langa persevered in his enchanting training because he wanted to use his Lucent Enchanting skill to make bombs, and he also wanted to enchant Makoto’s mana stone and make it something useful that would give him strength like the boy had wanted. But even determination could only get him so far. When he got antsy from sitting still, he finally excused himself.
“I won’t be back for a couple of days,” Langa told Aria, putting away his enchanting needle.
“Are you really that desperate to get out of here? I'm teaching you for free,” Aria said, raising a blue eyebrow. “Is my presence that annoying?”
He felt bad that she could tell that the monotony was getting to him. “It’s not you. Being cooped up in one place suffocates me and I need some air… some stimulation, or I’ll go crazy.”
“Oh,” Aria’s hair turned yellow, mischief in her eyes. “Stimulation, huh? Are you leaving me here to work while you go out to get laid? Unbelievable.”
Langa laughed, putting away his enchanting needle. “I wish. But hey, if you can find me a strong, older woman who can cook, I'm down for that kind of stimulation too."
Aria snorted and said, "AD Jandri fits your bill."
He shook his head. "Somehow, I don't think she'd be interested. Anyway, the only stimulation I'll be getting if that I’m going to hunt some voidents. After that, I will investigate if one of my previous bounties told the truth about the location of a voi-den of the Accari Crows,” he explained.
Aria raised her eyebrows. “Do you have something in particular against that guild?” she asked. “You're always going after them."
Langa shrugged. There was no particular reason, he just knew that the first time he went after them, people might have thought that he was unaware of their relationship, however concealed, with The Hallow Reaper Cult. His best way to make waves and ensure that his name reached his family through the Dent was to keep going after the most notorious voident guild of the Ground Storey.
And yes, maybe he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.
"I just don't like them. Why are guilds even allowed to have voidents in them, anyway?"
"Most guilds in the Tower will kick out any member who becomes a voident, but some don’t care even if it means the guild's alignment falls and the Guardians stop doing business with them,” she told him. "But then you have guilds like the Accari Crows and the Shadowmancers who are purely voident guilds."
The Shadowmancers were one of the overall top ten guilds in the Tower, so that was concerning. He'd also heard that the guild master of the Accari Crows, Amalgam, was a former high-ranking member of the Hallow Reapers and used to be part of their elite raid group of seven people known as The Insurgents of Anarchy. He had been kicked out of the Hallow Reaper Cult when he became a voident as the guild did not allow voidents in their ranks. Disgruntled, he’d started his own gang.
Officially, he was no longer a member of The Insurgents, but everyone seemed to think that Anarchist had started the Accari Crows to act as the Hallow Reapers’ voident guild on the Ground Storey. Both he and his guild master vehemently denied the 'ridiculous accusations meant to call into question the honour of their respectable cult'.
“I see,” Langa said.
“Well, if it’s your first voi-den I hope you have a strong stomach,” she said. “But please do come for enchanting training, I won't be down here much longer. I also need to get serious about my Tower Climbing.” Seeing the look of surprise on Langa's face she laughed. "Did you think I just sat here and enchanted items all day?" Her hair flared in amusement.
"Honestly, yeah," he said. For some reason, since she was an enchanter, he’d thought she was a non-combatant but when he scanned her right now, he saw that was not the case. She was level 18, and the highest Floor she had reached was the 6th Floor.
"Nope, Anarchist's people make it very difficult for anyone who is not a part of The Hallow Reapers or their allied guilds to pass through his 6th Floor. They made a deal with the Floor Overlord and no one who has cleared the 6th Floor is allowed back into it unless they belong to the Hallow Reaper Cult or their subordinate guilds," she told him.
It seemed that she, like Di Etta and her team, was from batch 3 and got screwed over by Anarchist taking over the 6th Floor. "You can't sneak in and out quickly?" he asked.
"Not if you value your life. Many of their subordinate guilds, like Samo Feint, live on the 6th Floor, monitoring the only teleportation wheel on that Floor. They make a habit of griefing any players who fall out of line. Plus, you have to pay them in karma if you want to do literally anything or clear that Floor, as if clearing the Floor itself was not hard enough with all the undead."
Langa had heard from his tutorial teammate, Eniche, how Anarchist took over the 6th Floor with his undead. People said that he had caused such drastic changes that he overturned the Floor. This meant that because of him, The Unrivalled had to change the clear conditions for that Floor, and he earned a Legendary Achievement from it, as well as an exorbitant amount of karma unprecedented for someone at his level.
It didn't sit well with Langa that Anarchist was rewarded so well for destroying so many lives, instead, the only punishment he received was a red name. Thanks to free will, The Unrivalled allowed all play styles in the Tower.
Before he could continue the conversation, Instructor Rancho waved him over. "Langa! Hurry up, we have things to do, this shouldn't take too long now," the old lizardkin said. "You don't have any jewel-cutting skills, so, it may take time."
After saying goodbye to Aria, he had to work on the necklace that he wanted to incorporate Makoto's mana stone. Today was the only time he could get Instructor Rancho to help him, as he was busy with other projects for himself and the guild. The only reason that he even agreed to help him was because Jandri had pushed the issue.
"I've been practicing cutting up lucent crystals with the mana-powered crystal saw," Langa said as he sat at his workbench. "It cost me a pretty coin, but at least I'll be able to use the crushed pieces of the common lucent crystals in my enchantments."
Rancho stood behind him and said, "You better hope so, otherwise, I ain't taking time out of my day to teach you anymore," he said. "Now have you decided on the final crystal that you want to use?"
Langa nodded, pulling it out of his inventory. This crystal had been one of the more valuable rewards from Psike's Grotto. At first, he thought he should encase the mana stone in a lightning lucent crystal since it was more compatible with him, but he needed something that would connect him with both Kindaro and Makoto in order to make a lasting enchantment with useful effects. Mental and Death crystals were out of the question, as he had a very low affinity for them, so he had chosen the type of crystal that could absorb all types of mana and seemed most suited for creating an item born of revenge. He was using an uncommon darkness lucent crystal that he could have sold for 50 fucking silver. That was ridiculous! He could have bought fifteen rare lightning lucent stones to recharge Tonare for that price.
"Right here," he said, placing the crystal on the table.
"Wow, you're rich, aren't you, boy? Well, you can start now, remember, an easy hand does it, lad," the instructor told him. "Outline the crystal first for the pattern you want to cut it into, and then use the saw following those lines. You're an enchanter, and from what I can tell from your videos, your agility is decent, so I don't want to see any shaking hands."
There was no way Langa would take this lightly, he was not going to ruin 50 silver. He kept his hands steady as picked up his crystal cutter and began to carefully mark out the area where he would need to cut into the crystal. He made detailed measurements, ensuring that the cut would be clean and accurate. Then he started to cut into the crystal, the blade of the cutter gliding smoothly through the hard surface.
"Slowly now," the instructor said. "A bit deeper... good, good."
Langa decided to finish this quickly and get back to the exciting part of the week, hunting voidents and corrupted goats.
As he worked, Langa could feel his mana mingling with the darkness in the crystal, not fully compatible, but it was absorbed all the same. After what seemed like hours of careful cutting, he finally reached the desired depth. He carefully placed the small mana stone inside the cavity, making sure it fit perfectly. He then crushed the shards that had broken off the crystal as he was cutting it and mixed the powder with a flax of the allemak lifeblood that he was carrying to make some auink. Then he poured the auink over the open side of the crystal, ensuring that the mana stone was securely embedded and sealed within.
Instructor Rancho muttered an incantation and the crystal sealed itself up.
Finally, Langa stepped back and admired his handiwork. "Did it work? I didn't get a notification for the crystal only for creating the auink," he asked.
Instructor Rancho shrugged. "Of course, you didn't get one. You don't have a skill in jewel cutting. If someone with the skill had just completed what you did, they would have gotten a successful or failure notification from the system. That right there is nothing more than a rare mana stone encased in an expensive lucent crystal."
That was it? It was a bit anticlimactic for his liking. "Thanks for letting me use your tools and lending me your time, Instructor," Langa said, putting the crystal into his inventory.
Rancho tilted his head in confusion, "Are you not going to enchant it?"
Langa shook his head as crafters started entering the Crafting Cave now that it was after lunch. "No, I don't have any enchantments that I want to put on it yet. I'll wait until I reach the Intermediate rank at the very least. Again, thank you, sir."
*
Finding Nitract's Ravine had altered his plans, but today Langa was finally going to face his mother's death and perform the cleansing ritual on himself according to his culture. He gathered all the necessary herbs that Mesala had found for him and the materials he needed for the ritual.
Since he wanted to hunt corrupted goats for the final ingredient he needed for the ritual and finish off the two voidents who had escaped him, Langa decided he would need some help. He loved expending minimal effort for maximum rewards.
His great plan was to ask Aquila, Aramaga and Omerth to meet him early in the morning before they went hunting.
"Where are you guys doing your hunting?” Langa asked them.
“There’s a level 8 corrupted field near Theria’s Hollow. Since you drove out the voidents, it’s safe for us to hunt there,” Aquila told him, curious as to why Langa was asking.
“How do you guys feel about hunting a herd of level 9 and 10 corrupted goats?” he asked.
Ormeth shuddered, “That’s too much for us. Aramaga and I just hit level 9. There’s no way we can handle a whole herd.”
A little over a week ago, the three of them would have jumped at the opportunity. “This is a genuine question, how do you guys do it? Grinding lower-level mobs to level up? That’s boring as fuck, and I couldn’t do it. Look, come with me I’ll watch your backs while you fight the goats, I promise.”
“Seriously? Yes, we w-“ Aramaga started in excitement but Aquila cut her off.
“Hold on,” he said, levelling a shrewd gaze at Langa. “From what I’ve seen from you, you don’t help anyone if there’s no benefit to you. What do you get from helping us hunt monsters that won’t give you much experience?”
"Fine, you got me," Langa said with a shrug. Aquila was sharp, no wonder he was the party's leader. "I want to use myself and you guys as bait for voidents."
The three of them gave him incredulous looks, clearly not expecting that response. "But we aren't Guardians, nothing is protecting us from their pseudovoid territories. We can't afford to lose any karma," Aramaga said worriedly.
"Are your mental resistances above zero?" Langa asked.
"Of course," Aquila responded with a frown.
"Then that's fine. Don't worry about losing karma, with my divine skill and my speed, I don't even need five seconds to kill two F-rank voidents below level 13," he told them.
Aquila shook his head. "I've seen your videos, so I don't know whether you're being conceited or just confident in your skills."
"So, are you guys coming or not because I need to leave soon if I want to catch the voidents before they flee to another area?" he asked.
The other two looked at Aquila expectantly. This was a good opportunity for them to power level, but he was their leader, so the final decision was his.
Aquila sighed. "Sure, why not?" he said. "But Langa, we're putting our lives in your hands, because the two of them are on their last lives. If you get us killed, we'll haunt your ass until the day you die."
"Tier 1, here we come," Aramaga said with a delighted voice. "How do we get there?"
Langa beamed, he was proud of himself for spinning his offer like this. He had just gotten himself free labour. These three didn't know that he was not doing this as a favour to them, but it was just because he was lazy, and wanted to do three things at once and get them all over with.
First, the four of them went to get breakfast, hearty meat soup for Langa. As expected, there was nothing better than meat to rejuvenate a worn-out body before a fight. While Aquila and his party finished their food, Langa went to make sure that he had everything he needed for the day. He even sat down and painstakingly drew the overly complicated magic circle for Lightning Lance on one of his spell scrolls with his Lucent Fireblood auink. Then he made sure he had six basic mana potions so he could use the skill without fainting from mana exhaustion.
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Langa and the party took Aquila’s flying carpet to get to the field zone. It was Langa’s first time riding anything other than a lucent carriage, besides Jandri's falcon.
He sat fastened to the seat of the flying lucent carpet as Aramaga steered it upwards with her four arms on the lucent wheel. The moment it took to the sky, he felt pure exhilaration. Unlike the lucent carriages, nothing was covering the carpet above, the only equipment on it were air lucent crystals along its width, reducing the wind resistance.
Even so, the wind whipped through his hair, and his headband barely managed to keep his dreadlocks from being tousled wildly. The thin mountain air filled his lungs, and he closed his eyes, feeling free. It was as if he had been unshackled from the things binding him to reality. The speed at which the carpet moved was thrilling, and the landscape below disappeared into a blur of colours. Langa laughed with joy, deciding that he needed to save money and buy his own flying carpet soon.
Since the lucent carpet was moving so fast, the journey was short, and they soon landed on the mountain peak.
Aquila rolled the carpet and placed it in his feathervault bag. “According to the map, the corrupted goats like to graze in the corrupted fields to the east, right?” he asked. “Is that where we are going?”
After fixing his hair, Langa checked the map and confirmed their location. “Yeah, it should be close. We’ll get going in a moment. First, stand back and give me a second.”
He fixed his armour and stood steady, making sure that his vicomcer was recording. Then he took out Tonare, threw it in the air, and when he caught it again, he gave the spear an easy twirl, the wind blowing his hair back. The other three looked at him blankly, and Aramaga whistled, so Langa knew he looked cool. The video was less than 30 seconds long, and he uploaded it to his Dent profile, captioning it ‘About to hunt a herd of corrupted goats’. He also made sure that the location was clearly marked.
While this place was secluded with no teleportation wheels and was far enough from civilisation that it would take a while for player killers to reach it looking for him for the bounty that The Retessa Guild placed on him, he knew that the voidents were close by.
Since their voiden had been raided, they must have needed money. They were sure to keep a close eye on what was happening near their location on the Dent. They would need to find players to hunt for karma and money soon. What better chance would there be for them other than a single party hunting in the middle of nowhere, far away from help?
”Really?” Aquila said, shaking his head. “Was that necessary? You took a second to post a cool video for your subscribers just before we risked our lives?”
Langa rolled his eyes. “Like I said, I'm setting out bait. The more tantalising it is, the more likely it is that they will bite. Come on, you guys are ready, right?” He started walking towards the grazing field, keeping alert. “Do any of you have any stealth skills?”
”I have a Sneaking skill, but it’s not very effective at the beginner level. I can’t use it well in combat, but it’s good for hiding,” Aramaga told him. "I get extra damage when I attack someone after sneaking up on them."
Langa nodded. He had suspected as much, remembering how quietly she had moved when the two of them went to retrieve Klonu’s body. Well, she was spiderkin after all, and they always lay in wait for prey.
”Stay as quiet as you can so we can find the goats before they find us. Stay behind me,” he whispered, crouching down on the ground and closing his eyes.
He equipped his Avatar title to sense the breath of living things. He could feel the breath of his three companions like a pulse that told him they were near him even when he couldn’t see them. Beyond that, he couldn't feel anything alive in the near distance, even when he looked around, but he did not relax, after all, he was only 20% more likely to sense them.
Once he was satisfied that there were no monsters nearby, he started to quietly lead the party towards the corrupted grazing field. When they arrived there, they found it mostly torn down. Large sections of grass and trees were devoid of leaves, trampled underfoot. There were also tracks showing that the goats had grazed here recently. They had not been subtle about it, moving as a herd without concealing their movements because, in this area, they were kings, and no corrupted beasts could attack them.
“They went that way,” Langa said, following the signs of life. The forest was already sparse as it was, and the movement of the goats as a herd helped destroy more nature.
Langa allowed the Avatar title to guide him as he tracked the corrupted herd, starting from the torn-down grazing field. He had not done any hunting in years, not since his family left the rural areas. He was the type of person who left behind things that reminded him of poverty. Why should he hunt for food when he could buy it already cooked and packaged? As an adult, his meat had come from the store, not the bush. The last time he had truly done some hunting had been with Neo, looking for any rabbits in the forests of Eshowe after his brother-in-law had sold the family’s last two bulls to fund his new (unsuccessful) business idea.
Back then, it had taken Langa a while to adjust to living with his sister’s family because, while he and his father had not been well off, his father always made sure there was adequate food on the table for both of them, especially meat. His brother-in-law, on the other hand, was incredibly reckless, and they sometimes went to bed hungry.
Langa shook his head to clear it as he continued silently following the goats’ tracks. He was getting the hang of how this title worked, it seemed all living things left a little bit of their breath of life in everything they touched, and that was what he sensed.
Now he noticed deep hoofprints in the soft earth, broken branches, and patches of torn earth where the beasts had rested to finish their meal.
But as he concentrated on using his title, trying to find traces of the goat's movements, Langa couldn't shake the feeling that he and the trio were not alone. He could feel the rough breath of a concealed person following them in the distance. The rustle of leaves and the breath of life in the wind told him that he had successfully baited his targets, as he knew that they lurked in the forest, waiting for the perfect moment to strike him.
Betraying no sign that he was aware of their presence, Langa crouched down on the grass once more, studying the goats' hoofprints. He followed them until, finally, he and the party found the herd. He motioned with his hand to Aquila, saying that they needed to slow down and be quiet so they could sneak up on the monsters. Aquila conveyed the message to the rest of his party, and they trailed behind Langa in silence.
Inside a clearing, the herd of about fifteen to twenty level 8 and 9 corrupted goats was lazing around. They were led by a massive, two-legged level 10 goat, its tusks bright blue in the red sunlight as it ate a dead squirrel. Langa's mouth turned up in disgust as he watched the boss tear into the squirrel's throat. That was just plain wrong, goats weren’t carnivores.
The party all remained quiet, waiting for his instructions. Since he had brought them here, it seemed Aquila was giving him command of the group, but Langa didn’t care about that.
“Go ahead and fight the way you normally do. Pretend I’m not here. I’ll watch from the back. If it's too much, you can leave the boss for me,” he told him.
Aquila nodded, and the party moved out, with Aramaga in the lead, drawing her weapon. With a steady hand, she aimed with a bone-white longbow, releasing three sharp arrows. Three monsters were struck, one on the side and two on the legs. They let out angry, deafening bleats as the arrows struck them, but it was not enough to bring them down.
The other goats in the middle of the clearing, turned their heads towards the party, ready to retaliate against their attackers. The three players stood back-to-back, watching their opponents. The corrupted boss roared, and the goats moved in unison, their hooves thudding and shaking the ground. Ormeth stumbled slightly and caught himself, but Aquila and Aramaga remained steady even on the shaking ground.
Langa barely felt the shake, it was nothing compared to what the first voident he ever faced, Grion Fidser, had been able to do.
Langa stayed at the back, curious to see the three of them fight. He honestly did not have a very good impression of their combat skills, but he could be wrong. He was surprised that Aquila wore metallic magic armour since he was a mage, but in the next moment, he understood why. Aquila held his weapon, a metal rod, as he ran towards a cluster of four corrupted goats while Ormeth chanted an incantation.
Aramaga quickly shot arrows that let out a fiery spark into the goats' eyes, trying to blind them. Her aim could use work, but with four arms, she was able to somewhat balance it with how quickly she could fire. Two goats charged towards him, but Aquila's metal rod suddenly transformed into a longsword, and he immediately thrust it deeply into one goat's side before transforming it into a fluid substance that melted into the goat's skin, killing it.
The boss roared again, and nearly all the goats turned their attention to Aquila, gunning for him. The party leader’s movements were quick and calculated as he transformed the rod into a spiky shield, impaling two of the goats who charged at him.
There were still too many of them for him, though. A bright light enveloped Ormeth, and the dwarf grew in size until he was taller, and more muscular than Langa. His fist flew into a goat's head while his leg swivelled back and kicked another. The boss was not attacking itself but sending its minions. It kept its eyes on Langa, probably sensing that he was at a higher level.
Langa threw a dagger into a goat's eye as he needed to look preoccupied, with his guard down, for the voidents to attack. Aramaga shot webbed strings from her body, two of her hands holding the bow while two activated the skill, tying up and slowing the goats chasing Aquila down.
He pulled out the scroll he had brought with him, on which the magic circle for his Lightning Lance was inscribed, while pretending to be preoccupied with throwing daggers at the goats. He wanted to be ready for anything, as it was likely that the voidents would attack anytime before they fought the boss.
Three of the level 9 goats jutted their horns out, sharp and fast, towards Aramaga as she bound them, and Aquila's rod transformed into a magic shield again, standing in front of her to block them. An injured goat rammed into him from the side, and Ormeth hurried over, stepping over a dead goat to heal him. Langa finally took out Tonare and thrust it into the goat’s side, instantly killing it. In the same breath, he slashed two more of them effortlessly while the rest of the party recovered and took their positions.
Their coordination wasn’t bad, Langa decided as he watched how they worked together. With enough practice, and a proper tank, they could go a long way. The players dodged and fought hard, with Aquila using his metal manipulation powers, Aramaga targeting weak spots, and Ormeth using his enhanced strength to counter the shockwaves. Even Aquila's metallic armour morphed and transformed to protect the parts that needed it most.
They were now down to about six goats and the boss monster, who kept roaring and ordering the goats about. As Aramaga prepared to unleash another arrow, Langa felt a shiver run down his spine. He did not turn, but listened to his title, scanning the surrounding forest for any sign of life.
And that's when he finally felt them clearly—two Tier 1 players were hidden in the shadows behind them, watching. The voidents were finally making their move.
Langa concentrated on activating the spell scroll in his hand while driving Tonare into the side of a corrupted goat, pretending that was where all his concentration was. That was the most he could manage to do at the moment as he infused the entirety of his mana into the scroll, as 200 mana was required for one Lance.
He felt the divine magic of Adtonifulmin all over him. Even nearing mana exhaustion, Langa downed a mana potion and instructed the system to convert 100 HP to MP. It would only give him 10 MP, but would ensure that he did not fall into mana exhaustion.
The last thing he needed was to concentrate on his faith. He could feel Adtonifulmin watching over him right now. He had promised to always be on his side, and Langa chose to believe in that. A new power, his master’s essence, rose from that faith and filled the magic circle.
Through his title, he felt it when one of the two voidents stepped into the clearing, one with his Void Pearl clutched in his hands and his now black veins bulging. The other hid in the woods and fired off a spell of chilly vapour towards him.
[WARNING! A pseudo-void terr-]
Before the system could warn the party about the karma-draining effects of the pseudo-void territory conjured by the voident, Langa had already streaked forward and buried Tonare into the hiding, unawakened one’s chest before he even finished casting the chilly vapour spell.
His Faith had already filled the magic circle, and the summoned Lightning Lance flew off the next moment as the awakened voident's corruption-filled fist reached him and Langa sidestepped it.
The voident pivoted and his foot struck Langa’s abdomen, the power from his Void Pearl pushing him back but that was the moment that the Lance homed in on its target. An uncontrolled, sizzling yellow spear of pure lightning flew straight into the voident and tore through his head in one fell swoop.
His entire body spasmed, nerves burned and his body shrivelled up as he fell to the ground. In less than ten seconds, the two voidents were on the ground, what was left of their bodies lifeless and still.
Langa swayed slightly from the low mana, making his head ache uncomfortably. He quickly pulled out a mana potion and downed it before he fell into mana exhaustion.
"Langa, the voi-" Aquila said, trying to warn Langa that the voidents were setting up a pseudo-void territory in the area, only to see a flash of lightning and turn around to find Langa clasping a Deiform Amulet on the wrist of fallen voident. Aquila stood there in shock as Aramaga ran past him, corrupted goats forgotten, towards Langa, to make sure he was alright.
Langa swerved on his leg and threw his glaive into the air. Aquila stood frozen as it aimed straight for him. The spear was flying far too fast for him to dodge, and just as he tried to raise his mutable rod, the spear flew over him and struck the boss monster behind him.
"Watch your back, you idiot," Langa barked at him. "Finish it off."
What the hell was Aquila doing, gaping at him like a fool and turning his back on a monster higher level than him?
He snapped out of his stupor and reacted. The now severely injured boss monster was easy to defeat, so a few more arrows from Aramaga and a smack from Aquila's rod and it was dead. They finished off the rest of the corrupted goats until the clearing was quiet again, with only the sound of squirrels moving around.
Exhausted, Aquila, Aramaga, and Ormeth caught their breath.
The karma and experience were barely anything to Langa, but the boss at least yielded a G-rank non-specialised mana core, 3 silver, and a little karma. No one protested when he took the mana core.
He also gained two bounty tiles worth some silver from the voidents. He needed to take out any other Accari Crows voi-dens, but they kept their locations secret, and for good reason. The only lead he had was Heilliege’s Gorge.
Shit, he should have made those voidents tell him the information on where their next voi-den was if only to confirm what that rogue had told him.
Once he was done counting his gains, he turned to the others, only to find them gathered to watch a video on Aquila's comcer interface. When he looked closer, he saw that it was the video of him taking down the voidents, severely slowed down. Aquila had also been filming their battle.
"I know it's disrespectful to ask, but I have to know. Is your attribute related to speed?" Aramaga asked.
Looking at the footage, Langa could admit that he moved impressively. The Legacy would be proud... Langa grinned. "If I used my attribute, your jaw would be on the floor right now. You wouldn't even be able to see me."
"You have no humility whatsoever," Ormeth said, shaking his head.
"I don't need it. Carry the other bodies, except the boss, back. Don't cheat me of my share of the money," Langa warned his companions. "I'm leaving, so you guys need to get out of here before the Player Killers come looking for me from that video."
He took the boss' body since he needed to skin it to get the chyme and the gallbladder he needed for the ritual. He made sure his three companions safely left the area before he started his walk towards the spiritual pond. It was time to say goodbye to his mother and lay her soul to rest.