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Chapter 129: A Chance
writer:Monsoon117      update:2022-07-21 16:42
  I stopped my face from curling up like a raisin, but it was a feat of sheer willpower. I paused, lost for words as I stared at her. Once I got my bearings, I finished what I was saying,

  “Alright Amara, fine, I’ll…leave.”


  I turned and walked out of the room, holding in my shock. I had no idea Amara was that powerful. Even Yawm would be blown back by the tools she had at her disposal. She connected me to the system in seconds. The message even mentioned she was an admin. I thought Overseers were admins.

  Those and many more questions swam in my head as I walked back to my room. It was right down the hallway, so I reached it in seconds. Once there, I sat down on my bed and opened my status.

  The stats were back up, along with my tree menus. It was a thing of beauty. A second later, a message came from Amara.

  I remembered a simple fact about the system that would help us out.

  It took a minute before she answered.

  This message took a few minutes.

  I scratched the side of my head, a bit disgruntled at my situation. After a bit of though, I decided to at least try this out. To Amara, I was the lesser of two evils. She was taking one hell of a risk telling me all this. If I wasn’t willing to at least put something on the line, then I’d never get anywhere versus Yawm.

  He was waiting for me to fuck up and get Ajax here. If I didn’t do something crazy, then Amara was right. Yawm would turn me into his next follower at this rate.

  I closed the mission log and stood up from my bed, a sense of invigoration pumping through me. I shook my head and slapped my hands together, a renewed sense of purpose coming in. It was pure insanity. One second a demonic bastard forced me into a life oath I can’t break. The next, a tech eldritch broke me back into the system.

  That’s life though. I cracked my neck then rolled my shoulders. I paced back and forth in my room, thinking for about fifteen minutes. I devised a nefarious plot for Yawm. I’d make him help me without him even knowing it. That was the plan at least.

  I walked out of my room, pacing down the luminescent hallway. Eldritch darted away from me as I walked towards Yawm’s study, knocking on the door. I took a deep breath before Yawm beckoned me in, papers spread all over his desk. As usual, he hadn’t made any progress with his cipher.

  I didn’t rub it in though,

  “Yo Yawm, Do you mind if I kill a few of the eldritch outside?”


  He raised an eyebrow, “What for exactly?”


  I shrugged, “I need to unload some steam. I can’t study all day. It gets so damn dull.”


  I wasn’t lying for the most part. Studying for weeks on end without doing anything else was tedious as watching paint dry. Yawm cupped his chin, feeling the same way. He gestured outside,

  “Avoid the eldritch in the lake if you can. They are for our visual splendor after all. The eldritch above and below that should suffice?”


  I nodded, “Yeah. I personally prefer crushing the abstractions, if you wouldn’t mind.”


  Yawm rubbed his hands together, “They do pulp rather nicely, don’t they?’


  I grinned, “At least someone gets me.”


  Yawm shooed me off with a hand, “Then go have fun. I’ll be in here, enjoying my own self imposed drudgery.”


  I left the room and reached the exit of Yawm’s palace. It was a doorway with a bubble outside of the doorway. When I opened the door, there was a pocket of air keeping the ocean outside. I jumped, taking a deep breath before the water surrounded me.

  Beneath the murky water, my eyesight was pristine. I landed on the clear crystal lining the bottom of the lake. I sprinted up the edge, leaping out of the lake with an explosive plume of water following me. Waves rippled across the water before I neared the edge of Yawm’s rift.

  Here the floating islands and chunks of suspended skyscraper darted the landscape. Innumerable Abstractions sat upon the ledges of these islands. Their angular, geometric bodies stuck out like a sore thumb. Their awkward, unnatural twitching made them seem like insects of a hive mind.

  As I paced closer, they reacted like hornets guarding their nest. Beneath me, the solar beetles crawled out from their nests underground. Since the abstractions could enhance the levels of enemies, I’d avoid them until they were worth killing. Once that happened, I’d slaughter the whole group.

  As I hoped, the abstractions circled around me, generating energy. The beetles evolved before my eyes. Their armor thickened. They molted from their old shells, their size too large for their old carapaces. I grinned at the sight while cracking my knuckles. For the first time in a long time, I’d be able to cut loose.

  This was going to be fun.