Chapter 3:

Oliver approached the armory doors, they were large with reinforcements. Perhaps a golf cart could fit through them. But that didn't really matter as to how he was going to open the door?l, that was the question?

“Hmm, perhaps my Fire affinity will help me again.” He held his hand up to the door and pictured a welding torch flame, a rather large welding torch.

“Shhhhhhkk” The flame tore into the metal like a hot knife through butter. In total it took about 10 seconds to cut a person sized hole. Through it, he walked inside the armory.

It was dark, really dark. He couldn't see anything. “It's a little dark,” he said, unsurprisingly. “ We can do with some light.” he summoned a fireball in his hand.

“Hmm, perhaps I can try lighting the room with fire balls.” he dispersed the fireball in his hand and held his other to the dark armory. With a star of his fingers, the room instantly lit up. About 30 fireballs covered the walls of the room each floating 3 ft above the ground.

There were many shelves full of equipment. But there were no rifles, there were no pistols, nothing. However, there was also not a single vine or plant inside the room, the room must have been sealed very tightly. The fact that there was no light in the center of the building was also a good reason for the lack of vegetation.

“Where are all the guns? What good is an armory without guns?” Oliver said annoyingly. “Fine, let's just check my bounty?” Oliver approached the first shelf, inspected its contents, and frowned. There really were no rifles. There were gun racks, but no guns. But besides the lack of rifles and pistols, there were grenades, flashlights (which wouldn’t work), MRE’s, mines, and the further he entered the armory, the more he was hoping there’d be a means of transport. His bike was not going to cut Oliver's lifestyle.

He continued searching, taking a detailed inventory of all that were inside his new warehouse. After setting down his scratch paper on a nearby barrel, he spotted another door. This door wasn’t made of iron and wasn’t ornate or large. But there was a sign above the door frame that put a sense of hope in Oliver’s heart.

Armory: Garage

“Ha-ha-haaa, maybe there will be something more valuable than the MRE’s in this armory after all.” he said with a grin.

Oliver opened the door and walked inside, he’d need more fire balls if he wanted to see. “Oh, crap, how much mana do I have left?” He questioned himself and opened his Status Panel.

Status:

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Strength: 6 (Avg 10)

Agility: 4 (Avg 10)

Luck: 13

Mana: 1500/2000

Affinities: Earth, Water/Ice, Wind, and Fire

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“Okay, after making so many fireballs, I’ve still got a lot left.”

With a wave of his hands he cast 20 more fireballs. Now that he could see the room more easily, he inspected the new area. It was large, much larger than the storeroom he had just left. But obviously it wasn’t as packed full of shelves so he wouldn’t need many more fireballs. The boy walked about the open space. There were large garage doors on one side of the room and on the other were shelves full of boxes, these shelves lined the walls and the garage doors seemed to point into where the indoor road was.

“Well, there’s nothing here,” he said sadly, “maybe there's a scooter or a better bike in those crates.”

Oliver approached the shelves and pulled down a rather large crate, with much difficulty. After dragging the crate off the bottom shelf, he inspected its contents. Inside, he saw something surrounded by plastic. The object took up the entire crate and looked like a suspension part.

“If this is a suspension, like I am assuming it is, why didn’t it vanish with the rest of the cars? Maybe for something to vanish, it needed to fill requirements.” he spoke to himself.

With a new found hope he inspected the rest of the shelf, in search of something he could build.

“Maybe if I build a cart, I can get some of those giant chickens to pull it for me. Hehe” he laughed. Oliver continued to search the crates, nothing really appealed to him, a few more suspension, two rather large wheels, and more parts he couldn’t identify.

“There’s nothing here” he said as he checked the last crate on the wall. “Not even enough wheels to make a cart.”

He was about to give up hope when a much much larger crate standing behind a pillar in the room came into his sights.

“One more box won't hurt.”

He walked up to the box and it was quite large. When he opened the sides with a crowbar that was on the floor, he saw a very big wheel. Four very big wheels. But they didn't even take up the whole crates interior.

“My my, what do we have here?”

He pulled the plastic off to see what he could describe as a bat tumblr, but not as wide. Of course it was in pieces, which was probably why it hadn't vanished.

Inside the box was a book, a wide book. On it spelled “Assembly Instructions For next gen EOV”

“Oh my God. Yes, what I've been wanting all along… an f'ing car.”

He jumped up with joy, a joy he didn't know he had. Thus joy came from deep inside. His desire for ease was approaching. Sure he didn't know what an EOV was, but it had to be a car of sorts.

“That's tomorrow's goal then, today, I need to fortify my new position.”

He looked around, noticing how ineffective his lights were. “I need better lights. I don't even know what time it is. It might be dark out.” He said worryingly.

He ran out the garage into the storeroom and still saw light down the indoor road.

“Good, it's still day. I need a watch.”

He went back into the armory through the man sized hole he burned out. Now that he could see the hole with light on the other side, he realized that a golf cart would never fit through the opening. But that was good, the hole would be easier to block. He lifted the chunk of metal that was once where his new opening is. Thankfully it was small and Oliver was able to lift it up to cover the entrance. Now nobody would notice the opening unless they leaned on it.

After that, he grabbed his legure and searched for a watch and some new clothes.

“I could grab one of those suits from the mall… no, a vest would be better… for now.”

He now had a mechanical watch, it told him all he would need to know, for now. Next was to fix his apparel. He wasn't dressed for the end of the world. He put on cargo pants, long black socks, a white undershirt, a jacket of which was dark gray, and on his head he placed a black helmet. Tucked under his pants were long black boots that had absurdly long laces and were obviously steel toed. While he did look cool, it wouldn't protect him from a monster's jaw, he had to keep his distance from enemies. But that worked out well, cause he was a mage.

“Sadly no magic staff. But that's fine, I can just make it up later on.” he said happily.

He was now hungry, quite hungry. His belly had been growling since he found the EOV. He grabbed a MRE, took a bite, and promptly spat out the food.

“Disgusting” he said, Oliver didn't expect the MRE to taste that bad. “Dam, I need to get some better fo—”

“ Hey, do you really think there'll be anything here? It's getting dark and this place doesn't have any food so far.” Said a manly deep voice.

“Crap” thought Oliver.