“Hey, so, what’s with the robes?”

The two men were also wearing those fancy blue robes the older man and woman had, I was wondering whether this was just some weird fashion trend or something symbolic.

“It is worn by those who are faithful to Rasha’Kith, our god.”

Is this a cult? Or was this an actual god? In the old world, the existence of a god could be disputed, but this place is so extraordinary that there isn’t a doubt in my mind there isn’t some guy pulling the strings. The laws of physics are simply guidelines here, judging by the fact you can just summon muscle mass if you have some stat points available.

I felt like this journey was getting a little slow so I decided to up the pace, now jogging toward the general direction of the speakeasy, it was only a matter of time before it appeared in the distance.

While I was jogging, the two men just walked slightly faster to keep up with me, that was a little discouraging, I must say.

Either way, we marched onto the speakeasy without a hitch, there were goblins on the way but the mere presence of these two guys managed to scare them off. Goblins seemed rather suicidal, so that was definitely an unfamiliar sight.

When we entered I told Garrick of my success in getting some food, and managed to recruit these two people, I hadn’t known their names but they continued on without me, apparently they were named Danny and Mike, they were identical twins, but they knew people would be confused on which is which, so they’d take either name.

When we left, one of the twins bumped into Triff, the giant among men, but they were both of similar size, standing at about the height of the ceiling.

When they bumped into each other, they stared at each other and looked deeply into each other's eyes, and as if they had signed an unwritten agreement, they got down on the floor at the exact same time and started arm-wrestling each other.

I looked at them, dumbfounded for a few moments but I got back on with my day.

Mole approached me.

“I remembered you wanted to go to your scrapyard, well I found it and made a hole towards it, you can go there whenever you want and give what you want to Kashubian”

I nodded. “Where is it?”

“Just outside, it’s one of the holes, I don’t remember.”

I shrugged and walked over to Jeremy.

“Hey, are you interested in helping me out, I need help getting some supplies to Kashubian.”

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“Hmm, why not, as long as you can guarantee me one of those guns, and the bullet too.”

“Perfect, let’s go then, it’s right outside,” I said.

He followed quickly behind, and I jumped down the newly dug-out hole, indicated by the fresh dirt mound around it.

I had gotten used to the speeds of the slide, it still overwhelmed me with a very powerful feeling, but I was mentally prepared to go down.

I was launched into the air, I saw the scrapyard around me and then saw darkness, crashing into a pit of junk.

I slowly got out, hoping no one saw what just happened.

I looked around and people were just busy with their work, carrying sheets of metal back and forth into fiery pits, I looked up and the chimneys were gigantic as ever, spewing black smoke at an unprecedented rate.

Jeremy launched into my sight and crashed into the pile of junk. He quickly got up and looked around, then walked towards me.

“So, what are we doing?”

“I say we just throw in different types of metal in the hole until we’re tired, if Kashubian can’t work with it, then we look for more.”

“Sounds like a plan, let’s start with cleaning up all this junk.” He said, looking at the pile of junk he fell in.

I nodded and we got to work, I couldn’t really make out anything in the pile, it was just strewn across pieces of metal that collected here and wasn’t really worth throwing away.

We all kicked the pieces of metal in the hole after a few minutes, we got a few odd looks and people working in our general area just stared down the hole and went on with their day.

“They must be too tired if they don’t even care,” Jeremy said.

“Well, I did have to work for hours and hours, these people can probably physically handle it but it is very monotonous.”

It was kind of like Sisyphus’ punishment, but instead of finding peace in the monotony or whatever, it was grueling hard work that mentally drained you, you were just doing the same thing over and over. I suspected a lot of the jobs the Empire assigned people were like this, but this was most akin to that old story.

I noticed the minotaur in the corner of my eyes, he was looking at me through that thick helmet.

I looked at Jeremy and looked back at the foreman.

“Who’s that?” Jeremy asked.

“Someone you gotta run the fuck away from.”

I dove into the hole the moment the minotaur started stepping toward me Jeremy followed suit and we both shot out, landing by the speakeasy.

“MOLE!”

“WHAT!”

“CLOSE THE HOLE UP, A BIG BAD GUY MIGHT COME”

“OH SHIT”

Mole ran out of the speakeasy and dug a long trench, gathering up a bunch of dirt on the way, when we saw him the ball of dirt had grown to my size. Mole ran it over the hole, Jeremy and I tried to keep the ball from continuing its advance as it was very heavy and would keep rolling unless it had some interference, but we were barely able to do anything.

Mole walked behind the ball and kicked it lightly so it fell in place.

Then we heard a thud hitting against the ball