-Muted Infinity-
-A Cruel World: Ch 5-
The flatlands began to break as the group approached the edge of spawn’s biome, grassy plains turning into trees and rocky outcroppings. And it was only now, upon the sight of the trees so far away from spawn that Lucy realized something.
“Where did the rest of the trees go?”
She asked aloud to no one in particular as she turned around, eyes trailing over the empty grasslands that they’d been trekking through. There hadn’t exactly been a forest when her and Rue had gone on their trip, but there had at least been something.
Now it was all gone.
“Probably all got chopped down.” Mark muttered from her right with a scoff. “They’ll respawn in a few weeks, all resources do, don't’ get your panties in a twist.”
Lucy glared at him but he just raised his nose at her. She had originally thought that fighting alongside the group would make them like her more, but if anything it had just worsened Mark’s mood.
“Less chatter, more lookout.” Caesar called out, cutting them short before an argument could break out. “The Darker it gets the more active mobs are. We should be coming up on the hole soon enough, we’ll take a short break there. Then we take a right until we hit a river, and then it’s as simple as following it upstream.”
There was some grumble of annoyance from some of the people following them, but no one objected. The squad and small caravan of followers, pressed on. They’d been attacked twice more so far on their trip, but fortunately neither was as bad as that first attack had been.
Lucy was still limping slightly from the large cut on her back. The squad’s medic had wrapped it up in some bandages made out of plant pieces, but even without any real treatment, it should be healed up completely by the next day. Injuries were tied to HP, HP regen was tied to how much stamina you had, so since they were currently burning stamina during their march she wouldn’t heal as fast as if she just rested in one place for awhile.
It was small things like that which made her really concerned. Vitally important tidbits of information that people would throw out offhandedly, not even thinking of it as noteworthy. If this type of fundamental information was considered bottom of the barrel stuff that even all newbies should know, just how far behind was she really?
“Hole ahead.” One of the Vanguard members said before turning and barking at the crowd behind them. “Everybody stop walking! Take two steps back! We don’t want anyone falling in!”
Lucy personally thought the word “hole” seemed to undersell it.
The crack in the earth was massive, it could easily fit three of her layed out head to foot across it and still not reach the other side- and it was more than twice that in length!
Lucy carefully toed near the edge to risk a peak down below, and gulped involuntarily at the sight before her as her stomach did a flip.
No matter how big across it was on the surface, that was absolutely dwarfed by how deep it was. Down and down, until even the sun’s harsh rays were engulfed by darkness, opening up even wider, twisting off to the side and into the distance at an angle that was perhaps only a few degrees from being a straight drop.
“Careful, don’t get too close, you might slip.” Caesar warned from behind her. “That’s the only natural cave we’ve managed to find in several miles of spawn. We debated whether to try and get a mine going, but it was deemed too dangerous, considering most of it’s a straight drop, and we haven't managed to find a bottom.”
“Don’t fall in.” Lucy whispered to herself as she slowly stepped away from the edge, shivering despite the warm sun. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
Caesar watched her with a thoughtful expression, for a long several seconds, before turning away with the ghost of a smile, and walking towards the civilian group.
“This is the last rest we will be taking, so make the most of it! Next stop is New Rome!”
-Muted Infinity-
“Neu Roma” had changed since the last time she’d seen it.
Numerous stone and wood houses were sprawled across the countryside, turning the city into, well, something much closer to a “city” than one hut and a water mill. A large number of wooden stakes had been shoved into a dangerous point and stuck into the ground in a rough perimeter around the city, which when combined with a few guards that she could see sitting at watch posts, gave it a rudimentary defense.
The iron deposits that pushed through the surface of the rocky terrain had been thoroughly exploited, and in their place was a respectable sized quarry. The “Pling Pling” of pickaxes on stone echoed from the mine as players rolled carts of rock up wooden ramps. They were pulling in far more stone than ore, but all you needed was a glance at the large stone wall that was being built, to know it was all being put to good use.
And all of it was centered around the hill that she and Rubie had first climbed over, which now held a large tower that overlooked the city.
But for as many things had changed, some still remained the same. The water mill was still churning away in the middle of the river, and although it looked like it had been reinforced structurally (thank God), it was still only a bad sneeze away from tipping over and killing someone.
A much scarier thought now, than it had been three days ago.
As they came closer to the city, the group they had been escorting began to dissolve, wandering off in a disorganized quasi-swarm. The Vanguard squad, on the other hand, marched over and began talking with the city guards who had been drawn by the commotion.
As Lucy passed by them, she overheard part of the conversation between Caesar and a guard.
“-d you guys see any horses on your way here?”
“No, thankfully. That was one of the main reasons my squad was so hesitant to travel with a group this large.”
“Well, you’re lucky then, the last three groups that passed through here all had been…“
“Horses?” Lucy muttered in confusion as the conversation faded from earshot. “What would horses have to do with anything? Maybe it’s a nickname for some kind of mob.”
Whatever, she had more important things to do than try to decode the secret of horses. Most notably she needed to get better gear. Better armor, better weapons, better chance at survival. Not only was it common sense from a game perspective, it was also what Rue had told her to do before they split up.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to get better gear, considering she’d given away the things to the sharing booths that she was supposed to trade. But there had to be something she could do in exchange, some small time job. Maybe hauling crates, or washing dishes!
As the blond made her way further into the city, she quickly found herself in a busy open market area, and was surprised at all the activity.
There were some players cutting stone chunks into clean bricks. Another three hauling a huge tree trunk through the square- clearly too big to fit in an inventory. There were merchants at ramshackle stands bartering their wares. And there were even small shops that seemed to be bringing in customers.
It was signs of people making progress, something that she hadn’t seen any of at spawn for the last three days. Hope filled the air, and it was as refreshing as a glass of cold water in a dessert.
Lucy wandered into the market, mouth watering at the various foods on display, from apples to dried jerky, but as she passed by a leather tannery, she couldn’t help but overhear a conversation from the two women running it.
“The boars in this area haven’t respawned, what are we going to do!?” One of the women exclaimed, clearly distraught. “Common pops are supposed to respawn every two days!”
“That was in the last game.” The other, older, woman said with a chuckle. “They must have changed it to a longer period.”
“If they don’t respawn soon, what are we supposed to do about the leather situation?” The first woman cried. “If people can’t get leather then they won’t come to us to treat it, and if they don’t do that then this stand’s useless and we won’t be able to barter for food!”
“I heard that Douglas is planning on a small expedition to find any remaining ones, or maybe even some cows, and wants to start a farm to tide the town over until the boars respawn. Half of the starting recipes require leather, relax hun, we’re not going to go out of business anytime soon.”
The younger woman seemed to calm slightly at that, but looked towards the ground and twiddled her thumbs nervously.
“What if…” She asked hesitantly, almost scared to voice the question. “What if they don’t respawn anymore?”
“Nonsense.” The old woman huffed as Lucy walked out of earshot. “That would make a literally unplayable game design. Now stop worrying yourself over nothing, and help me hang this!”
Lucy carried on past them and headed towards a wooden building with a sign outside that had a carving of a sword on the front with the words “Redsmith Weaponry” underneath. She pushed the handless door open and ducked inside to see a wide assortment of gear lining the walls.
There were wooden shields, leather armor, and along the back wall was a whole line of weaponry made of poorly refined iron. Jackpot!
A man looked up from sharpening a knife from his spot behind the counter as she entered. [RedRobbin] hung above his head, some sort of inside joke she assumed, since everything he wore was dyed dark green.
“Welcome to Redsmith Weaponry! How can I help you?” He asked with a wide smile, but it dimmed slightly at the sight of her starter clothing. “Oh, another one from spawn…”
“I need a new sword.” Lucy said as she pulled out the leather she’d kept and put it on the counter.
“Leather. Raw. Untanned. Untreated.” He lifted the edge of it with the knife he was sharpening, and raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “One singular piece.”
Lucy winced and poured out the rest of her inventory- a boar tusk and a small pile of bones.
Going by the look on his face, the shopkeeper was even less enticed by her new offer. “And what am I supposed to do with any of that?”
“Please! I need new gear!”
“And I need enough income to trade for food.” Robbin scoffed, but found himself wavering at Lucy’s teary puppy dog eyes. “Ah fuck me, look, I could probaly use the bones as decoration on a cool looking helmet, so I’ll pay you for them, but there’s just not enough here to cover the cost of any decent weapon.”
“I-I could do work for you?” Lucy offered.
“You want to work? Then go work on getting something useful to trade, when you’ve done that then come back and I’ll gladly barter with ya.” Robbin dropped six shoddy coins onto the table and pushed them towards her.
“Here. We call these ‘Scrap’, they’re leftover metal bits from forging that are hammered out to look nicer. If you gather enough they can be melted down and reused, so it’s the closest thing to a currency we have around here. I’ll give you this much for everything, it should be enough to buy you enough food for a few days.”
Recognizing the pity for what it was, she thanked Robbin as she took the coins and left.
-Muted Infinity-
Lucy dejectedly swirled her spoon around in the broth of her soup bowl. She’d found a nice little outside stand selling food, and had decided to get something to eat. Her Stamina was nearing halfway, and the game was surprisingly good at emulating hunger pains.
One scrap for a small bowl of mystery stew that was the best thing she’d tasted in three days.
She didn’t regret what she’d done, donating her bag was the right thing to do, but also… What now? She had some primitive tools, a shoddy sword, and five banged out pieces of metal to her name which wasn’t going to last long. It didn’t inspire a lot of confidence.
Maybe she needed some advice. She hadn’t seen Rue so far, but there was some else she knew that was doing really well, even if he had been a bit eccentric.
“Excuse me.” Lucy waved to the player running the stall. [GreaterSoupMan], an odd username, but not exactly the weirdest she’d seen online. “Do you know where Douglas is? I’d like to ask him a few questions.”
“You want to see Douglas? Like, Douglas Douglas? McDouglas? Arthur? The man on the High Hill?” The merchant stared at her, growing more bewildered as she kept nodding in affirmation, before he burst out laughing. “HA! Girly, if you think Douglas would waste his time with you, you’ve got another thing coming!”
“What? Why not?” Lucy asked, slightly offended.
“Because he’s Douglas.” He waved towards the hill at the center of town, with the tall tower on it, the watermill slowly turning, and plumes of smoke rising into the skyline. “He’s the guy! And you’re just some random Spawnie with, what, a single shoddy sword to your name? Hell, I bet those are the same clothes you spawned in, not even washed after three whole days.”
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Lucy blushed and pushed her sword behind her back, which Soup laughed at.
“See that tower up there? That’s the Factory! Douglas said he’s gonna start pumping out genuine iron bars in a day or two! Pure, refined, and casted bars, not just the scrap metal he’s been workin with. We’re down here selling the crumbs, the man’s got a whole operation goin on! You’d have to be a major fuckign name to just waltz up and get him to drop everything and talk to you, and you don’t look like WinterFrost or Sol0 to me.”
Soup leaned forward on his elbows, over the counter.
“That man has the Vanguard eating outta the palm of his hand, I’ve seen some of the best players from the last game lineup and bid with each other for him to make them metal gear. His smarts get him all that, and he calls his achievement scrap metal! Scrap! Metal! Douglas is a genius, and you think you’re worth his time? Ha!”
Soup guffawed and clapped his hands, causing Lucy to sink into her seat in embarrassment.
“Genius? No, that's like calling a prostitute a faithful wife, he’s an absolute idiot.”
Both their attention snapped to a newcomer who neither had noticed approaching. A girl with long and fluffy (very fluffy) brown hair pulled herself up into the seat next to Lucy. She was short enough that she had to have made her character a Dwarf, and she had a very “done with everything” look in her eyes.
If her height and swearing didn’t jog Lucy’s memory, then her username definitely did.
[lIllIIII]
It was that girl who’d been with Douglas!
“Young miss! I’ll have you know, that man is the reason this whole settlement exists! Why-”
“I don’t. Fucking. Care. Whine to someone else about your bullshit.” The girl waved him off with a soft fairy like voice that sounded so wrong when swearing like a sailor. “What’s the most flavorful thing you have on the menu? I’ve been eating dried jerky for three days now, and I’m fucking sick of it.”
“That would be our sweet apples.” Soup frowned at her and pulled two apples from his inventory, both skewered on the end of wooden sticks. “Slow roasted over a low oak fire and covered in fresh honey, each costs about three-”
“I’ll take them.” Without even waiting to hear the price she grabbed the sticks, then summoned an entire handful of Scrap and lazily tossed it at him.
The man’s jaw dropped and he fell to his knees, frantically scooping up all the metal coins. He said something, but Lucy didn’t hear it, she was too busy rushing after the girl.
The girl only came up to Lucy’s chest, and that was saying something, considering she herself was only slightly over five feet tall. (She liked making her avatars to be her actual height, because if they weren't, it made her dizzy after logging out.)
“Hey, you’re Lilly, right?”
Lilly just gave her a flat unimpressed look as she chewed on an apple, and slowly raised a finger to point at her username hovering over her head.
“Yeah, that’s me. You got it right, what do you want? A cookie?”
“No, I just, uh, I think you overpaid back there.”
“Yeah, who gives a shit? It’s garbage. Literally leftovers from how scuffed our smelting and forging process is. The fact people are using it as currency proves they’re all dumbasses, but I guess there’s not a lot of other choices at the moment.” She trailed off. “You know, you look kinda familiar. Kind of in that ‘I swear your dog is just like this dog on TV’ kind of way.”
“We’ve met before! It’s me, Lucy! I met and traded with you and Douglas before everyone got pulled to spawn.”
Lilly tilted her head and looked at her like she was speaking a different language.
“I almost got into a fight with my friend?”
“...Wait a minute!” Lilly snapped, her eyes lighting up in realization. “You’re that pussy girl coward who wimped out of a good fight!” She pointed an empty apple stick at the blond accusingly.
“I didn’t wimp out, I made a common sense decision to not die horribly against someone much better at combat than me.” Lucy pushed the stick out of her face. “...Also I’m not a ‘pussy’.” She added after a second.
“You totally are!” The girl put her hands on her hips.
“Am not!”
“Are to!” Lilly repeated, and Lucy found herself wondering if her height might be indicative of the girl’s age, and not just model design.
“That was the last ‘for fun’ fight you could have had- the last one anyone could have had in this dumbass game before they added perma-death, and you fucking chickened out!” Lilly crossed her arms under her nonexistent chest, and stuck out her tongue. “You’re totally a pussy ass chicken coward.”
“I was being smart! And throwing as many curse words as you can into your argument, doesn't magically make you right.”
“Whatever you say, Chicken.”
Lilly smirked at Lucy with an evil gleam in her eye. She made a mental note to herself to fully show off her vocabulary later, if just a few words was getting a response.
“Luckily I happen to need a Chicken right now. You’re boring and safe and predictable enough that you’ll 100% side with me against Arthur on his new project.” She rolled her eyes and pulled out the second apple to eat. “He’s gone full cost sunk fallacy and won’t admit he’s being an idiot. Maybe you can talk some sense into him, no one else’s been able to.”
“You two had sense to begin with?” Lucy questioned sarcastically, thinking back to the interaction she’d had with them only a few days ago.
“Ha, Ha. Very funny.” Lilly smirked over her shoulder at Lucy. “Be careful. Keep up that kind of snark, and I might actually start to like you.”
She started trudging up the hill, blindly assuming Lucy would follow her without any prompting.
“Anyway, Arthur decided the watermill wasn’t good enough, and he wanted a windmill. Now we don’t actually have anything we could hook up to it yet, but he wanted a windmill.” Lilly shrugged. “To be fair it’s also kinda my fault, I agreed with the idea. We could use it in the future to hook up to the bellows for all the furnaces and autonomously fan the flames.”
“Wait, wait, wait! Backup, you built a windmill?” Lucy’s eyes just about bulged out of her head. “I barely was able to craft a sword, how the Hell are people already figuring out how to build windmills?”
Lilly shrugged again. “Well you’re not really as far behind most people as you probably think. Me and Arthur are engineers in real life, so we know what we’re doing when it comes to big projects. It’s what got us so far in the original game, we were paid to help design some of the largest guild’s bases. Learn to craft and build things outside of the crafting terminal, and don’t rely on just the recipes you have unlocked, that’s the trap that separates the losers from the winners. You get stuck in that habit, and you’ll always be at the bottom- selling all your shit just to bid for useones else’s used seconds.”
“Ah… that makes sense.” Lucy deflated slightly. Of course, people with an engineering degree would have an advantage in a game where you could build without the crafting menu.
…Also there went her theory on the little girl being, you know, actually a little girl.
Lilly, ignorant and uncaring about Lucy’s internal strife, hummed in thought. “Actually, I wonder if the Engineers guild will reform with all of this shit going on? There weren’t that many of us to begin with, even before the whole death thing.” She paused and scratched her chin, before deciding that the thought wasn’t worth her time and changed the topic.
“Anyway, it turns out that making accurate measurements with just sticks and ‘eyeballing it’, is harder than you'd think. Fucking shocker. So one of the three windmill blades wound up a decent bit longer than the others, and then material shortages caused us to have to cheap out of the other two, making them even shorter. Mathematically, it should still work, but now that we’re putting it up, and we can see it from a distance, well… Just see for yourself.”
“What are the blades made of?”
“Wool.”
“Wool? I didn’t see any sheep on my way here.”
“What part of ‘material shortages’ didn’t you get, ditwit?” Lilly rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, but grinned at the angry look Lucy set her way. “Anyway, here we are!”
They crested to the top of the hill, and the problem immediately was apparent.
“Oh…” Lucy’s eyes widened at the giant thing being slowly hauled up by rope pulley. “Oh.”
“Arthur! Get that stupid ass thing off the house, or I’ll beat you with a stick!”
[McDaddyDouglasTheArthur] who had very much not changed his username, even after being given the option to, greeted them with a wide and very obviously fake smile.
“Lilly! You’re back! How phenomenal. I was starting to miss your constant complaining.” He waved at them before turning around and shouting at the men on the roof. “LEFT! SHIFT IT TO THE LEFT A BIT! NO! NO! MY LEFT! NOT YOURS!” Douglas scowled and raised a funnel of wood that had been hollowed out to look vaguely like a megaphone. “CAN YOU NOT HEAR ME!? I SAID LEFT!”
“Go on.” The midget nudged Lucy forward. “Tell him.”
Lucy looked up at the group of workers on the roof, slowly pulling the windmill up the face of the tower. Lilly hadn’t been lying, the blades were uneven, and one of them was a lot longer than the other two. The fact they were all rounded didn’t help.
“It, um, well. It looks somewhat… inappropriate? Especially to have swinging around on a hill in the middle of town.”
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” Douglas said resolutely, not even turning to address them.
“It looks like a giant dick, Arthur! Take it down so we can remake the blades!”
“Shut up! No it doesn’t!” He turned and hissed at Lilly, before resuming yelling at the workers. “YOU GOT IT! IT’S GREAT! KEEP GOING! IT-”
A loud snap echoed through the clearing as one of the ropes they were using to pull the thing up snapped, and the entire windmill swung with gravity. The largest of the three blades dropped down with so much force that the flimsy wood of the blade wobbled back and forth, giving it a very… unseemly appearance.
“IT’S GREAT! IT’S FINE! It's…” Douglas let out a gut wrenching sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. “God fucking damn it.” He whispered under his breath. “IT’S SHIT! YOU FUCKED IT! IT’S RUINED! GET IT DOWN! GET IT OUT OF MY SIGHT! I DON’T WANNA SEE IT ANYMORE! YOU’RE ALL FIRED!”
The workers shouted angrily from the roof, but no one could make out what they were saying.
“AND NO I’M NOT PAYING YOU! I DIDN’T GET MY WINDMILL, YOU DON’T GET YOUR MONEY!”
The workers responded by letting go of the ropes, and letting the windmill fall to the ground with a crash, crumpling under its own weight and ripping into pieces.
“OH YOU FUCKING- UGHHHH!” Douglas threw his ‘megaphone’ on the ground so hard it shattered and he stomped on it, violently crushing it into pieces. He then took a deep breath and turned to face them with a very obviously forced smile.
“Hello random person who just ruined over a whole day of work, how can I help you?”
“Oh, Uhm.” Lucy fidgeted, not expecting the sudden spotlight. “I wanted to ask you for a favor.”
“Do you have anything to pay for it?” Douglas asked bluntly.
“Er, no but maybe I could do something for you?”
“I could think of something for you to do if your boobs were two cups larger, and you didn’t look like the concept of a bath was completely alien.”
“Wha-” Lucy stepped back and covered her chest with an embarrassed blush. “You can’t just say that to a girl! Asshole!”
“The name’s Douglas! Industrialist, best salesman this side of the Mississippi, and professional asshole!” He held out his arm for a handshake and gave her a wink. “Pleased to meet you!”
Lucy visibly sweat dropped and sent a pleading glance towards Lilly.
“Don’t look at me.” The girl crossed her arms. “I’m no better than him. You could have made your character anyway you wanted, and you chose B cups. Literally zero imagination.”
“What is this? Am I hearing a decent opinion from you?” Douglas gasped in mock shock. “The world must be ending! Quick! Where are my meds, I am hallucinating!”
“You’ll be hallucinating a lot more, after I bash your head in like a cardboard box.” Lilly flipped him off. “And her payment was helping me to stop you from hanging a dick from our house!”
“Fiiiine.” Douglas sighed and turned to Lucy with a charming smile. “What can I do for the third prettiest lady I’ve seen today?”
Lilly chuckled and Douglas made a finger gun at her. “Don’t worry, you’re the fourth.”
“I wanted to ask you for advice. I’m a complete newbie to this kind of game. I never played the original LiT, I’ve never played a combat heavy game let alone a competitive PvP one. And I…” Lucy trailed off for a moment before clenching her fists and steeling her resolve. “I want to survive! I’m going to survive! All I need is advice on how to do that.”
Had Rue been there, she would have cooed and patted her on the head. But Douglas was unaffected.
“The secret to success is simple. Be bold! Take risks! You need to be on the forefront if you want to succeed! You’re either the one making the best gear, or the one buying a worse version of it from him! Your number one goal should be to find as many recipes and tech trees as you can!” Douglas crossed his arms and grinned at her. “And if you find any useful recipes, I’d be more than happy to pay you to share them with me. That would solve your situation in one fell swoop.”
“So you can start mass producing it and selling it to other people, like you’re doing with your metalworking?”
“Exactly! If you want to gamble on going big, I’d be willing to ditch the initial downpay for a long term share of the recipe’s revenue. I’m generous like that.”
Yeah. Generously exploitative. Lucy scratched the back of her neck and filed his offer into the back of her mind- it wasn’t a terrible idea, all things considered.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask. But you obviously didn’t walk all the way from spawn just to ask me that! What brings you back to my city of cacophonous and confidently centered celebration of…” He held up a finger. “Wait a moment, I’m trying to think of more adjectives that start with a C.” He snapped a couple of times. “Cacophonous and confidently centered celebration of creatively continuous civilization?”
“I’m looking for my friend.”
“The girl you were with on launch day?” Lilly asked. “The red one?”
Lucy nodded and Douglas snapped his fingers as it clicked.
“Ah! You’re talking about the bloody lady! Now there’s a good customer! Dangerous to work with, but a good customer. She actually came by earlier to pick up an order. She offered quite the pretty gemstone for a pair of premium iron daggers.” He nodded sagely. “Don’t know where she got it, and I didn't ask, because honestly I don’t want to know.”
“Wait, Rue was here?” Lucy stepped forward, her eyes eager. “Do you know where she went?”
“Uhhh. I told some guys to watch her and make sure she doesn’t steal anything, but they haven't come back, so she’s probably still here.” Douglas scratched his chin and looked at Lilly. “You got any ideas?”
“I think I saw her in the eastern part of town earlier. That is, east according to the direction the sun rises, and not by compass, because it’s changed here for some bullshit reason.” She pointed out in the opposite direction her and Lucy had come from, “But red isn’t exactly a unique color scheme, so I could be wrong.”
Lucy immediately began running in the direction Lilly had pointed, ignoring Douglas and Lilly’s squabble about how “You know, naming parts of the city after directions, before anyone made a working compass, was a dumb idea”.
Those two had to be one of the most dysfunctional couples she’d ever seen.
Whatever, she had a friend to find.
Even if, you know, she’d never actually gotten a friend request from her.
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