(Carmine)
After knocking on the wooden door, Carmine took off her hood and gazed at the busy town. She never was a fan of people watching, but she could never shake the awkward feeling of having a guildmate with her. Alone.
So she had to do something that doesn't include speaking.
She did go on team missions once or twice, even fought alongside some of them in the Grand Magic Games, but Carmine disliked being put in a team. No offense, but they're all just so…
A grimace graced her face as she gave Gajeel a quick glance.
...Stupid? Reckless? Yes, those. They either rush at the enemy without a plan, forget that they're not fighting alone, therefore, using the most destructive attacks they could think of – which sometimes damages her – or scream out their next move like a moron.
'Iron Dragon Fist!' or something. Great going, idiot. You just gave away your position.
Don't they know about the 'Element of Surprise'? By the Empress, she knew of it when she was four! She's surprised almost none of them die on missions. Gajeel is the kind of person to accidentally have a cave collapse on him because he just doesn't care about what he hits.
...But she has to give them credit. They're good fighters- well, some of them are. The Element Four of Phantom Lord and Team Dragon of Fairy Tail are the strongest teams in Fiore at the moment. She wasn't a part of one, but she doesn't mind.
The most notable fighters would be her current companion, Gajeel, Aria, Juvia, Erza, and…
Carmine frowned in annoyance.
Natsu.
She shook her head slightly. The Dragon Hybrid doesn't want to think of him, otherwise, she'll only get herself angrier and angrier, and she still has a job to finish.
As she thought that, the door opened slightly, revealing an elderly man with small glasses resting on his nose. "Y-yes?"
"I'm- I mean, we're mages from Phantom Lord. We've seen your notice, and would like to extend our services." Carmine recited almost perfectly. She's still not used to having a guildmate. "I believe you had trouble with Forktails terrorizing and stealing your cattle?"
"Ah yes, those damned Forktails." The old man grumbled, then paused as he looked at her. "Wait, Phantom Lord? Could you be… Y-you're Black Bullet?! And that friend of yours is Black Steel Gajeel?!"
Ah here we go again… Carmine hid a grimace behind a fake smile. "Yes."
Gajeel had the exact opposite reaction, as he smirked at the recognition. "We'll deal with those Forktails in no time, Old Man."
"I can't believe it- we're saved!" The old man celebrated. "Please, come in! What do you prefer; tea or coffee?"
"Ah, no need-" Carmine brought her hands up to decline the offer, but her companion cut her off.
"Do you have any beer?"
She turned to look at him in shock. "B-but the mission-"
"We do, actually." the old man smiled warmly. "I don't see many people drinking in broad light. You mages must be living quite the life~"
"Gihihi, you got that right!" Gajeel chuckled as he walked inside.
Only for Carmine to grab his arm and forcefully pull him back. Her tight grip made the Dragon Slayer wince before he glared at the assailant. Unfortunately for him, Carmine was equally annoyed. Must be her Dragon Pride acting up, which only made her anger flare, but she hates this a lot.
"Hey, what gives-?!"
"Don't ignore me." She spoke with an icy glare, very reminiscent of her mother's cold attitude. "When I speak to you, you better show me respect… Understand?"
Gajeel flinched, massaging his arm as he nodded quietly.
She hates being ignored.
Carmine quickly dropped her freezing look, smiling professionally as she turned back to the elderly man. "I'm sorry, but we'll have to decline. Could you point us to where the Forktails come from?"
The old man blinked and nodded. "Yes, of course. Forgive me if I overstepped my boundaries."
"It's alright." She said. "Now, the location please?"
"Hm." He grunted, pointing to their left. "From there. They usually stay away from the town itself, but they always attack our farm animals."
"Have they attacked recently?" Carmine questioned. "And how many animals have you lost? Do they kidnap, or kill them before?"
"Last time was three days ago, around eight animals in total. Two goats, four cows, one pig, and one chicken." He answered. "And I'm not quite sure. They often snatch the cows or goats and leave, but they've killed and eaten on the field before."
"I see…" she mumbled, frowning in thought. "Regardless, we'll take care of it. Please sit tight until we're done."
"Thank you, miss Bullet." The old man smiled, then grimaced. "Please be careful. The way they come from… there's been rumors of many people on the road suddenly disappearing- some are mages as well."
She raised a brow at that but regarded the warning seriously. "Of course. We'll make sure to stay on guard."
"Let's go." She gestured to her partner. "We'll start with the field. We might find a clue there."
"Yeah, sure." He said. "Lead the way."
...She might've made things even more awkward with how she reacted, but right now, she couldn't care less. Carmine is too annoyed to give a crap about the atmosphere, and there was a sense of gratification when she successfully managed to intimidate Gajeel. Most likely her Dragon Pride, but she's been told to never let people walk over her.
It was the most important lesson she's been taught. Too much pride might hurt, but letting weaker people treat you with disrespect is worse.
Carmine calmed herself down, focusing on the mission she was given. She can rant in her head later. There are still some Forktails to hunt.
(Akane)
After convincing the Orc to give me leadership, he made an announcement for the rest about the news. Most bandits took it badly, sneering and scowling my way – which I found very amusing – others did not care, and a few were… happy. I suppose serving a beautiful woman is the fantasy of some people, or it might be my Divine Aura working as intended.
I've also been given leather armor that's… a little tight to be honest. They're a mix of male and female armor, so the chest area feels a bit uncomfortable. Fuck me for having D-cup I guess.
Damned breasts.
Regardless, I am now the leader of the…
I sigh wearily.
Shadowclaw Tribe.
Ignoring the horrible and uncreative name, I'm quite content with how everything turned out. I only regained my consciousness a few hours ago, then became a leader with a few dozen followers, and now I have my very own base surrounded by forests filled with game and mountains overflowing with resources.
Right now, I must be patient and slowly gather whatever I could. I plan on bolstering this little merry band further with bots once I acquire what I need. Getting the attention of the Revolutionary Army or The Empire now will only lead me to my demise.
Lay low, gain power, expand the base, then poke the beast when I'm ready.
Speaking of my base; Game, I thought you were gonna fix the system, not make a whole, new subsystem.
I did. This is the same Faction System you once had, but far less detailed. It was corrupted, but it had an easy fix. I resolved most of the issues it had in hopes that it would help you become stronger at a faster rate.
So this is basically an investment?
Indeed. It did not take long, but it's currently incomplete. I had to stop working on it to fix Gamer's Mind quickly.
Seems fairly unnecessary and unwise to be honest. I don't think you can afford to make any risky decisions like this.
I have faith in you.
I pause at that, looking surprised.
...Huh.
That's... kinda touching actually. I didn't know you thought that way, and I'm not really sure how to respond to this. Thanks?
I shake my head with a small smile.
At any rate, thank you for your help. I'm sure that'll be useful in the long run.
When bringing up the subsystem, it opens two windows. One calculating the quantity and quality of my group - listing how many troops I have and all that – and the other opens up my image as a leader. It gives a clear distinction between the two, as well as gives me an idea of how they view me. Useful to see if there's a possibility of betrayal.
Faction Name: Shadowclaw Tribe
Faction Stats:
Troops: 71
Spies: 5
Captains: 1
Workers: 11
Generals: 0
Total Civilians: 88
Troops would refer to able-bodied men and women who can fight. Fairly self-explanatory, but unlike the old system, this doesn't seem to have subtypes of troops like Warriors, Rangers, Mages, and so on. I suppose this is what the Game meant when it said it's less detailed.
Spies are pretty much that; My own spies that gather intel for me, however, using spies with my loyalty rank so low is unwise. I need to make them trust and like me before sending them out to do my orders.
Captains would be people like Thork. People who lead a small squad of troops to raid, hunt, or gather resources. In the old system, having Captains helps the morale of the troops and gives them better chances to succeed in missions. I don' think this changed here.
Workers are… well, workers. Farmers, Carpenters, Smiths, etc. There's one smith and three cooks here though, so where did the other seven come from? Unless the sex slaves count as such? There are seven sex slaves in the cells.
Speaking of, I think I need to capture more girls. Seven to a few dozens isn't enough.
But this is an issue for another day. Generals are the strongest and most important part of the faction. They're pseudo-leaders who have their own armies, can grow and contribute to the faction with their own ideas, can handle stuff within the faction like the military or politics, and are usually very powerful. They're the pillars of a strong faction, and seeing that I have zero is annoying.
Leader Image:
Loyalty: F
Respect: F
Fear: F
Happiness: E-
And finally, my 'leader stats' you can say. How my faction views me as a leader. Since I'm just starting, and because I never showed true power unlike the time I once did, the bandits are unhappy with me. I'm surprised nobody complained about me, but I suppose they respect Thork, or fear him.
They're not loyal, which is fair. I've only been here for a few hours after all. They don't respect or fear me at all, and I find that annoying, but that's mostly my devil pride acting up. I'll set them straight soon enough.
And they're not very happy under my rule. They are bandits. Increasing that should be the easiest, and with happiness, respect and loyalty follow. A banquet after a raid should lift their spirits up.
Overall Faction Rank: F-
Note: Your group is barely organized- a mere, pathetic mob in the grand scheme of things. A Rebellious following. They dislike, distrust, and disrespect their leader, and have no loyalty towards her.
...I remember a time where this showed 'SSS+' instead. It feels depressing to look at now.
"Hahh…" I sigh, muttering quietly. "Restarting from zero sucks..."
I glance down at the bandit camp from the fortress' balcony, looking at the members with a thoughtful frown. Since the system never really gave me details for them, I had to see who's more qualified for each certain job I'm listing off. Mining, hunting and building.
A few girls here and there surprisingly enough, so they can probably work as hunters. Aside from them holding light weapons, they're more nimble and light-footed than males, a key factor when hunting. Could have a few archers go right now, or wait a few days. There's enough supplies to last us a while anyway.
Building and mining can be left to the others, with the latter not quite needed right now. I'm still missing a bunch of supplies anyway, so the first step will have to be sending a dozen or two to the mountains.
"Thork," I call out to the Orc, who grunts in response. "Is there a mine nearby?"
"A mine?" He parrots, prompting me to clarify.
"This fortress is very obviously built by the Empire. The architecture is identical." I say. "Meaning that the Empire tried to make an outpost here, but what for?"
"To keep Veronica at bay, I assume." He answers, making me smirk.
"Veronica is nowhere near as powerful as the Empire. If they attack, they'll get crushed almost instantly. Even Esdeath is enough to wipe them out." I shake my head. "No, it's most likely because of the mountains. They're probably overflowing with resources- this isn't a normal outpost. It's a worker's camp disguised as one."
"Hmm…" He nods. "Yes, this makes sense."
"I'm still not sure why it's abandoned, though," I note. "Why would the Empire waste so much? I'm fairly certain that Honest is too much of a greedy pig to leave this place untouched."
"I may have the answer to that," Thork says gruffly, making me look at him with a raised brow. "You were right. There's an entrance to a mine nearby, but it's blocked."
"Blocked?" I repeat.
"Yes, some kind of a magical barrier blocking it." He says. "Anything that goes through it gets incinerated. I think the Empire gave up on it when they couldn't destroy the barrier."
Hmm, how did I miss this when I read his memories? Well, I was focused on his backstory more, but I shouldn't have missed something like this. I'm really not as good as I was before, huh...
"Hoh…" I smirk. "Interesting. A magical barrier that not even the Empire managed to break. The barrier is most likely protecting something powerful then."
"That's my guess too." He agrees. "If General Esdeath and General Budo weren't able to break it, then it must be something far above their level."
"Hm, not necessarily, no," I mutter, then turn around start walking away. "Gather the strongest men we have. We'll head towards the mine right now. I'll see you at the yard."
I don't wait for a response as I leave, going down and into the court. I smirk at one of the scowling bandits, who's looking at me with barely hidden lust. I head towards the exit of the small camp, then address the group with an easy smile.
"In a few minutes, I, Thork, and a few others will head towards the mines. You can make yourselves useful in two ways." I say. "One: Come with us and prepare yourselves for a possible fight. Two: Stay here and guard this place."
My condescending tone made some of them slightly agitated- prompting them to scowl and sneer at me, which I found very entertaining. A glance with Observe told me that they all have F Danger Level. I can singlehandedly slaughter them all if I wanted to, but then I'd have to go look for other morons to control.
Not in the mood for that.
Surprisingly, a few were a good sport. They merely smirked and stepped forward, as if they've decided to come along. Five in total, with two holding spears, two holding swords, and one holding a mace.
One more look showed me something that made me pause for a second. A woman with red hair styled in a ponytail and deep blue eyes. She seems to be an archer from the looks of it, the bow and quiver strapped on her back making it obvious. Nothing strange about that…
But why is her face so red? Why is she refusing to meet my eyes?
She's outside the range of my mind reading spell, but I don't need it. She's into me, isn't she? I mean, fair, there had to be some girls who swung that way, and I don't judge. Could use her for stress relief when I want to, too. She's cute enough.
Promised to not sleep with other men, but that never included women.
Your husband is dead.
Oath remained even after death, but it was too literal and too outdated. Father-in-Law never considered the possibility that I might be attracted to women as well.
Spend enough time doing something you dislike and you'll come around to like it.
Besides, none of the men here look good. They range from 1-10 to 2-10.
"Pft, look at this bitch acting all high and mighty…" A 0-10 mutters. "Prolly used her holes to convince the boss."
Some of the bandits next to him chuckle and laugh, making me smirk slightly.
Oh look~ Entertainment~
"Hm? Sorry, what was that?" I tilt my head at the bandit who's trying to start shit. "Did you say something, boy?"
"Boy?!" He stands up quickly, looking at me with a scowl. "Who the fuck do you think you are, whore?!"
"I'm your boss, aren't I?" I respond, crossing my arms. "I thought we made that clear already?"
"You? My boss?" He sneers, stepping closer to me as the other bandits start to make a circle around us. "A useless slut like you? Bitch, you better watch yourself. You don't want any of this."
"Any of… what?" I raise a brow, ignoring the childish remarks. My 4 years old can insult better than this. "I don't see anything? Care to clarify?"
"Are you playing dumb?"
"With the clown in front of me?" I smirk smugly. "Please, I know when I'm outmatched."
Some of the others chuckle at his expense, making him scowl deeply as his face turns red. Out of anger or embarrassment doesn't matter, but what matters is how he unsheathed the two swords that were strapped on his back.
"You're gonna regret this." He growls.
"Oh? Are you perhaps challenging me?" I chuckle. "How amusing."
"You won't be laughing once I put that mouth of yours to good use." He threatens. "But you know? I feel merciful today. Get rid of the clothes and get on your knees, and I might keep you to myself."
"Hm…" I cross my arms, then give a cold smile that made him flinch. "I refuse."
"Fine, then." His grip over his swords tighten. "You asked for it!"
Name: Jacob Andre
Age: 31
Level: 8
Power: D-
Speed: D
Intelligence: D-
Magical Power: F-
Growth Potential: F
Danger Level: F
Pathetic.
I easily dodge his strikes, ducking under them before circling around him. He grunts and tries to attack, but he never got a single hit on me, and I'm fairly certain that a sword so brittle and weak will shatter on contact anyway. I really need more smiths and better materials soon.
I jump and flip over a sweep, sidestep away from a stab, then roundhouse kick one of the swords in his hand away, smirking widely at his shocked look. "Is this all you can do?"
My taunt was successful, evident by his angry sneer as he rushed at me with no planning. I merely dodge his attacks, lamenting the fact that these bandits are so weak. Need some kind of a trainer- I mean, aside from the atrocious stats, the skills of this one is just…
Come on, I was better at using the sword at Novice Level. He just swings it around mindlessly. No stance, terrible grip, horrible form, pathetic technique. It's sad to look at really. He fights like a berserker, but at least a berserker knows how to use their body weight in attacks.
I kick the other sword away, my smirk turning cruel as realization slowly dawns on him. He takes a step back, his face turning white as sweat dripped from his brow and cheek. All he did was get himself tired as I danced around his attacks. I made a show for the other bandits.
Their shocked faces say so.
Ah well, I've always been a showoff.
"What was it that you were gonna do?" I tilt my head. "'Put my mouth to good use'… was it? I wonder what that could mean~?"
He flinches, his knuckles turning white from how tight he was clenching. Adorable~
"Y-you… who are you?" He questions with a stutter.
"I told you before," I say. "I'm your boss, and you just disrespected me for the first and last time~"
With his flight-or-fight instincts flaring, he charges at me with a roar, his fist cocked back as to deliver a strong punch. Doesn't even know how to fight with his hands. What a joke.
I tilt my head and avoid the strike, lifting up my leg and striking his chin in a lightning-fast move before stepping back. I held back of course; a single, direct hit is enough to turn him into a bloody paste, but that's just too quick and too painless.
I want to have some fun too~
"You'll realize exactly what happens when I'm disobeyed," I tell him, then address the spectators. "Let this be a lesson to you all as well."
I slowly walk towards him, kicking him in the shin and forcing him to kneel. He yelps, but is cut off when I grab his head and slam my knee on it repeatedly. A few times to rearrange his face, blood seeping from his nose, mouth, and a recent injury on his forehead.
I force him to stand up, and in a movement faster than the eye could see, I break his arm with a kick. He screams in agony, but I don't even give him time to get used to the pain as I break his other arm in the same way. A kick to the chest broke his ribs, then one to his crotch, completely destroying his genitals.
The agonized howls of the kneeling bandit made some watchers look away, unable to stand the cruelty, but the ones who were looking were horrified. They're used to quickly killing, so this must be quite the sight. Let's turn it up a bit, shall we?
"Oh, do your arms hurt? Are you okay?" I ask in an adorable tone. "Don't worry! Let the boss fix you right up!"
I grin maniacally and kick his shoulder, completely ripping off his entire arm along with it. Blood gushed out, painting the grass a deep crimson as his screams got louder. Some of the onlookers gasped, quickly moving away from the limb as it hit the ground.
"Can't hurt if you don't have it anymore, no?" I chuckle. "Oops, I forgot your other one. Let me~"
His eyes, with pupils small as pinpricks filled with fear, widen as he looks at me in terror. "N-NO! P-PLEAS- GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
I ignore his begging and rip his other arm off, grinning sadistically at the writhing worm beneath me. "Ah did you want the arm still? Oh, I'm very sorry. I couldn't quite hear you. Maybe you should've said it louder~"
I crouch down at his level, taking out a cigarette before lighting it up. I smirk at his fearful looks. Both arms were gushing out blood, there are no medical supplies, and I don't have my healing spells. It's only a matter of time before he bleeds out.
"So…" I exhale, a cloud of smoke leaving my mouth. "What did we learn today?"
"I-I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" He bawls out, tears running down his cheeks. "I'M SORRY! PLEASE HELP ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
"Why should I?" I tilt my head. "You don't have your arms, and you're bleeding out regardless. You're practically useless to me now."
His breath hitches as he tries to come up with a retort, but all he can do now is-
"PLEASE SAVE ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
I smirk coldly.
Beg.
The other bandits don't even try to interfere. All of them are too horrified- too shocked to try to help him. They're all cowards anyway, there's no loyalty between them. Why would they risk themselves to help someone who's basically dying?
I appreciate them still watching quietly though. This should increase my Fear levels by a huge margin.
"I dunno, you haven't made a good argument yet." I shrug, twirling the little cigarette around. "C'mon, Jacob. Clock's ticking. You have maybe… one or two minutes before you lose all the blood needed to keep you alive."
"I-I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO!" He offers. "I'LL COOK, CLEAN- ANYTHING!"
"Cook and clean with those stumps of yours?" I laugh, making him flinch violently. "But anything, huh?"
"...Y-Yes!" He smiles in hope, seeing the interest I'm feigning.
"...Anything?" I ask again, getting his hopes up.
"Yes! Anything!" He nods frantically. "No matter what it is! I'll do anything you want for the rest of my life!"
I smile and stand, lifting my foot up a bit. "Then perish."
A single sentence drained him of all the hope he had. His face turned white, his frantic shaking stopped, his pupils got even smaller, but the smile of hope he had remained. The perfect picture of despair.
It's been so long since I've seen this look that I love so much.
"Eh-!"
Without wasting another second, I stomp on his face and completely shatter his skull. Blood and Gray matter staining my boots and leggings. I wipe them off using the bandit's corpse, then clear my throat to address the others.
"As you can see here, I'm not a very nice leader when provoked," I say. "If you want to be treated right, then make yourself useful and show me the respect I deserve. Otherwise, you'll suffer a similar fate. Do we have an understanding?"
Some answer verbally while others just nod- none of them being able to look at me in the eyes. Huh, I expected more resistance. Divine Aura mixed with my high Charisma stat must've been extremely effective to turn them so docile. Show notwithstanding.
"Very good. If you do…" My smile turns into a deep scowl as I shout at them. "Then what the fuck are you standing there for, dipshits?! Return to your posts already! Those who want to come with me better get their asses moving!"
After a collective flinch, the crowd disperses, then I point at one of them. "You there! Yes, you!" I turn my finger to the corpse. "Clean this up, and be quick about it."
I'm not really angry, but I need to give them the idea that disobeying does piss me off. Really, I found this whole thing hilarious- I dealt with way worse than this. Besides, being angry gives me headaches, and I hate headaches.
So I try to find amusement in stuff that usually makes me mad.
Not only this was fun though, but it's also beneficial.
Leader Image:
Loyalty: F → E
Respect: F → E+
Fear: F → B
Happiness: E- → E-
From F to B in a single act. I couldn't help but smile at the stats.
I turn my gaze at the frowning Orc, who saw the whole thing along with the warriors he picked up. Four, two spearmen, a rogue, and the last has a bow and arrow. Their stats are a little higher than most others, but not by much.
Oh well.
"Why?" Thork questions with narrowed eyes.
"I've been doubted." I shrug, exhaling another puff of smoke. "Had to prove myself. Isn't that how it works?"
He doesn't respond, opting to grunt and nod.
"Changing the subject; I assume we're all ready?"
He nods again and walks out of the camp. "Follow me."
"Lead the way," I say, walking behind him and the other bandits.
Hope we find something worthwhile there…
Glancing at the setting sun, I frown slightly. We've been walking for a few hours- we lack any form of transportation methods, not even horses. This is an issue I must fix later, maybe make a few cars or trucks. Easy and fast transportation is important.
Communications too, but those can be easily acquired. Communication Lacrima is easy to find, and they're fairly cheap, but why buy when you can take? I'll just raid a town worthless to the Empire and loot from the merchants there.
I glance at my current companions. Eleven in total, including Thork. That redhead also followed suit but refused to make eye contact with me the whole time. Twelve of us should be enough to explore the place.
"This is the mine." Thork points at the rundown entrance. "You'll see the barrier inside."
I nod and enter the place, leading the group. Rotted wooden beams barely supporting the place, dried blood on the walls and ground, rusted mining tools, skeletal remains- it looked like a tomb of some sort.
My magic senses suddenly flare up, forcing me to stop moving entirely. I see the subtle orange and blue ethereal wall in front of me, making me step back a bit. Almost walked into it…
This energy feels familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. It belonged to something powerful is what I can deduce. Not sure how powerful- the power felt incredibly vague, but it's very strong regardless.
"What are you hoping to do?" The Orc questions.
"Be quiet," I say. "I'm trying to focus."
Brute force won't be able to break it down, whether physically or magically. If Esdeath and Budo couldn't destroy it, then what hopes do I have of doing so? I lack the destructive power they hold after all.
But if there's one thing I'm sure of it, it's this thing is purely magical.
I smirk and glance at my right arm.
Which is perfect.
"Get back," I order them. "This might get a little dangerous."
They obey me, prompting me to raise my devil arm and stick it inside the barrier. I grunt in pain as a burning feeling goes through it, but I also feel the magic seeping into it. The ground begins to shake as I absorb the power of the barrier, my DDMP meter filling up at an alarming rate.
I crouch low, gritting my teeth as I absorb more and more magic. I can't feel my arm anymore as the fiery feeling of this strange mana began to affect my body, but I refused to give up as I forced myself to take more.
Eventually, the barrier began to fade until it was no more. I fully absorbed its powers, but my arm feels like its on fire, my heart feels like its about to burst, and my flow of magic is getting too erratic.
I take a deep breath to control my mana, focusing and skillfully calming down the raging power I just acquired. I didn't only get a large amount of DDMP, but my stats increased a bit as well. What kind of magic is this?
DDMP: 17,401/20,000
STR: 189 → 205
INT: 252 → 261
WIS: 283 → 293
The increase is low, but that's the fault of my low-level Devour.
Still, what weird magic...
"B-Boss! Are you alright?!" The redhead yells in concern.
"I'm fine." I sigh. "Come on, I've taken care of the barrier. Let's move."
The other bandits were in awe, and a check at my Leader Image showed me that my Loyalty Rank increased to E+. A small increase, but good enough I suppose.
We walk deeper into the cave, but there was nothing for a few minutes. Well, maybe a few ore veins here and there, which is great, but I thought the barrier was erected to protect something, not just iron or copper.
That is until we reached the metal gate with the strange markings decorating it. A dungeon this early, is it?
I smirk.
Guess that high luck stat isn't for nothing~
Hope you dudes enjoyed the chapter. This time Akane doing Akane things, meaning torture, killing, and being smug.
And yes, this will most likely get lewd later on. Hopefully. Mostly Yuri though. It's gonna be painful to write as a dude, but eh. Experience and all that.
Not sure what I'm gonna write next, but maybe Optimistic.
and btw, I changed up the engineering skill a bit. Forgot to add magical engineering comment in it :P
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