You have gained a Collectible!
Collectibles are items or skills that are part of a Collections. A Collection contains a set number of Collectibles that are similar, fall under a theme, or are related to one another. Be aware, Collectibles cannot be given to you by the System, and can only be acquired by participating in reality. Not only are Collectibles often very useful, but completing a Collection will give you a secret gift from the System!
The Blessings of Artemis has been added to the Gifts of Olympus Collection!
Of course the System has collectibles. Why wouldn't it?
I open up a screen showing my newly available Collection. It seems the Gifts of Olympus Collection, barring the Blessings of Artemis Collectible, had 11 blank spots. I suppose that meant I needed to get the blessings of every Olympian. I'm sure that'll totally be easy.
Well, that was something for the distant future. How about I see what Artemis's Blessing has given me?
Blessings of Artemis
Passive
With the blessings of the Moon Goddess, you now gain 25% more EXP when underneath moonlight. You also have a 10% chance to gain 100 Stat Points during a Full Moon. When near untamed forest animals, they will heed your commands, and tamed forest animals will know not to mess with you. Under the cover of night, you will be: 10% increase in speed, 25% increased sensitivity in all senses, and 20% increase in bare-handed damage. Regardless whether it is night or day, you gain a 5% Increase in Archery and Stealth. You also know how to make use of every part of an animal you have hunted, from antlers to livers.
Wow. Although it might seem like a bunch of useless boosts rolled up into one skill, all together, this could genuinely be one of my most beneficial skills in my repertoire. An entire 25% extra EXP under moonlight was insane enough already since I do most of my training at night, and Camp Halfblood rarely has clouds at night. And even a 1% chance of getting 100 Stat Points would be insane, but 10?! 100 Stat Points were an outstanding amount, and even getting it once would completely change up my training. And considering how many times this opportunity could happen over the next few years, fighting Skorpius was more than worth it.
And of course, I also had the quest rewards from sacrificing that portrait to Artemis.
Quest Completed!
Scoring That Scorpion!
Oops! Looks like you're on Artemis's shit-list! At least you got a sweet bow out of it. But now you have to hunt a giant scorpion! Will you slay the living constellation, or will you be bug food?
Objective: Defeat Skorpius and sacrifice its Spoil of War in one of Artemis's temples
Rewards: EXP, $5,000, 300 Stat Points, Gate of the Ram Key, Skorpius's Poison, Mystery Box
Ah, as always, great rewards for quests like these. The EXP had made me go up 2 levels, and 300 Stat Points, were insane as usual. Of course, I was a little desensitised after having received a large amount of points from the Nue quest, but I'll probably be wishing for more points in a month. Ah well, I suppose I'll add the points into all my stats till they all reach 300… or till I run out of points. Dammit. I was only 8 points off of all 300's. Man, I'd be enraged if I had OCD. Ah well, I guess I know what I'll be training next.
Anwyay, what caused me to grin like mad was the Gate of the Ram Key. I had been hoping for another one of these since I got the Gate of the Clock Key which summoned Horologium, the near indestructible grandfather clock. The Keys summoned Celestial Spirits, constellations turned into magical entities ready to do your bidding. And furthermore amongst these already powerful keys existed Golden Keys, which summoned extremely powerful entities based on the Zodiacs. The Gate of the Ram Key summoned Aries, and whilst she was the weakest of the Golden Keys, she was probably one of the strongest non-godly entities in this world.
I was thinking of summoning her right now to form a contract, but then I took a look at the Key's description.
Name: Gate of Ram Key
Type: Celestial Key
Rank: S
Usage Cost: 1500 MP to Summon, and 5000 MP for each minute Aries is out
Item Description: A Celestial Spirit Gate Key used by Celestial Spirit Mages to summon the Ram, Aries.
Fucking Hell. The Usage Cost of her is insane! No wonder it was considered an insane feat for Lucy Heartfilia to be able to summon multiple Zodiac Spirits at once. The amount of MP required to summon 3 or four was waaaaaay more than I could handle. It may take me years to reach that level. Especially since it took so long to level up unless I had a quest. I suppose I'll have to make a contract with Aries when I'm back at the camp.
Now, I also got Skorpius's Poison, and whilst that might suggest I got a mere test tube, I instead had a fucking gallon of the substance! Mind you, this was strong enough to kill Orion, a giant! If I were a villainous person, I could poison an entire city's water supply! And I'm talking about a city like New York!
But since I am not, in fact, a stereotypical 70's style villain, I guess I'll just have to stow the poison away until I can use it for heroic purposes. Urgh, sometimes I say stuff that even I think is lame.
And now, the moment everyone's been waiting for, the Mystery Box! What will it grant? Nobody knows! System! Open up the box!
You are aware that you are adding fanfare in your own thoughts? Right?
I internally sigh. Yes System, I am aware. Is there something wrong with that?
…No
…
Mystery Gift opened!
You have received: Honda CR500 Dirt Bike (Modified), Rainbow Dash Figurine, Glass Mason Jar, Skill: Genetics (Level 15)
Okay, this was most certainly… An interesting drop. Two of them seemed to have a use, the other two… I don't think I trust the System anymore.
…
With the thoughts of the "other two" out of my mind, I took a look at the Dirt Bike I got.
Name: Honda CR500 Dirt Bike (Modified)
Type: Transportation
Rank: D
Item Description: A black dirt bike with the top speed of 92 mph. It is slightly modified so that it takes water as a fuel source instead of non-renewable options.
Huh. I suppose that's cool? I mean, I have a Nimbus, but maybe I could use the Bike as a cover of some sort for how I travel. I don't think I want to reveal Nimbus's existence just yet. And 92 mph is respectable. Perhaps I'll try it out for fun sometime.
And as for other drops, it was, as the name described, a skill for gene science. The system was so fascinating. One moment, I didn't know what the N in DNA stood for, and now I have the knowledge of the average University student in a Gene Sciences course. Unfortunately since I don't have a lab, I guess my only way of increasing my skill is books. Boring, but I guess I know what I'll probably read in my spare time. After all, a lot of powers in fiction can affect me to the genetic level.
Well, I suppose with the management of my quest rewards done, it was time to head back to camp.
And so began my journey.
3 Week Later…
Luke's POV…
I sigh, as I stared at the singular burial shroud. From what the more experienced campers say, they're used to more burial shrouds on the beach at once. Damn it, Gill. Even when you're dead, you're uprooting everyone's expectations. His burial shroud is as flamboyant as he is… was. The Apollo Cabin had bought some golden silk from us, though we had given them a discount which we do anytime a cabin wanted something for a burial shroud. The golden shroud had a bright yellow sun sprayed onto it, and on top of that was a red phoenix. I wonder where Icarus is now. Mourning like we were?
I remember when Chiron came to Pavillion with his trained sombre face. I remember how he declared Gill dead, saying that a demigod that had been on a quest for so long was probably dead. He then revealed to us that the flight Gill had taken to Wyoming, had crashed, and no one of Gill's description was found anywhere near the site of the crash, and the other survivors said he had descended with them, but then disappeared. And then there were reports of an area in Yellowstone that had been utterly destroyed, and that there was a lot of blood at the scene.
Everything pointed to the fact that Gill had died.
Thalia had left the pavilion immediately, and when I later checked up on her, I found her crying. I didn't know how to comfort her, so I stayed away… like a coward. Gill would've probably cheered her up.
Annabeth was shocked at the news, going pale. I doubt she cried, though I never checked. I mean, Gill and her were never close.
Clarisse took it hard, fighting everyone in sight. She fought her own cabin until she fainted out of exhaustion. I hear her mom's still abroad. I guess it's been taking her toll on her, and Gill's death has worsened it.
The mood of the entire camp was down. I guess no one realised how much life Gill brought.
I didn't.
Dammit. I should've gone with him! I was too busy partying at the night Gill was given the quest, and I woke up too late to convince him to take me. The hangover didn't help. What kind of older brother am I meant to be? Maybe he was right, calling himself the older one. He always had a mature air to him.
Thalia was giving a speech about Gill, but I tuned it out. It was painful to listen to, and I could hear her trying not to cry. She was like this when we first thought Gill had died at Hal's mansion.
The faint sound of a motor could be heard in my ears, but I dismissed it. It might've just been the flaming torch in Chiron's hands.
There were still so many things I owed to Gill. He saved our asses at Hal's house, he saved our asses against the Hydra, and then he saved us from the Furies and the forces of Hades. It'll probably take me this and the next life for me to repay Gill, and yet he died before I could do anything at all.
The motor sound was getting louder, but I'll look into it after the funeral. Shit. I guess this really is a funeral. No kid should have to have a funeral so young.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Thalia shouting, and it seems the motor sound is getting louder. "ALRIGHT!" She shouted towards the Hephaestus cabin, "Which one of you damn gearheads thought now was the time to mess with your dumb machines!?" Was the sound really them? Even if they were some of the most introverted people at Camp, they still had some social etiquette.
One of the cabin members raised their palms in their defence, "What? No! None of us would do that!" I'm pretty sure they're telling us the truth. Then what's making that sound? "We thought the Ares Cabin had a bad case of diarrhoea!" Okay, that sounds way more dumb than Thalia's accusation.
Suddenly one of the Apollo demigods spun around to the direction behind us, where the Camp was. "Hey, is it me, or can anyone else hear music?" I… Fuck, he's right! I turned around, though there was only the cliff behind us that obscured the landscape the cabins were on. But I could hear the music clearer. Drums, and a guitar, together. I- I know this song!
And there was only one mad man who would play that song at a funeral.
(AN: play 'Immigrant Song' by Led Zeppelin)
"AH-AAAAAAAAHHH, AH!"
The music screamed, and by now everyone could tell what song it was. Suddenly, from the cliffs, a familiar fiery creature came into vision. Icarus, and in his claws, was a… boombox? Shit. That only meant… "Everyone! Get away from the shroud!" I commanded, and it seems some people already could guess what may happen.
"AH-AAAAAAAAHHH, AH!"
From the cliff, something else jumped into vision. With one wheel higher than the other, as if it was doing a wheelie in the air, a fucking dirt bike was falling from the cliff. And of course, there was someone on the bike. The black dirt bike was on a clear trajectory to Gill's burial shroud, and the figure backflipped off the bike.
The bike crashed into the shroud, and a sudden explosion rocked the beach, as the burial shroud was engulfed in flames. I turned to the person who had landed on their feet after jumping off a bike mid-air. Wearing a flowery Hawaiian shirt, and a black leather jacket that matches his dark blue jeans, Gilgamesh Ashford lowered his sunglasses, and gave us all a smile.
"So… What did I miss?"
Gill's POV…
"So… What did I miss?" I asked with a smile. Man, I wish I had Icarus carry my camera on his back or something, because I'm pretty sure I'll never recreate a flashy entrance like that ever again. I did lose my relatively new dirt bike, but frankly, that's the most use it'll ever have.
I take a quick look at the people around me. I'm pretty sure everyone at Camp was here. Never knew I was so popular. I also noticed that everyone had a sombre or shocked look on their faces. "Huh? Why is everyone so moody? Did someone die?" I mean, if someone did, I'd probably look like a dick for asking such a question.
Luke sighs, and I turn to him. He looks as if he was already done with my shit, which was impossible, mind you. My natural charm was irresistible! "Gill… you did."
Huh?
"What are you talking about! I'm right here!" Then a thought came to mind, "I'm not a ghost am I? Yurei!" I looked to the son of Melinoe, who looked more depressed than ever, with red beneath his eyes. Had he been crying? "Am I a ghost? You legally have to tell me if I'm a ghost!"
"...You're not a ghost" Yurei sighs, which was odd because I'm pretty sure that was a display of emotions. Which he never does. That's… odd.
Chiron also sighs. A lot of people were sighing today. "Child, we all believed you had died. What else would we think when you hadn't sent any word for weeks?"
Wait, what? But I'm pretty sure I told them! "Did you guys not get my postcard? I used Hermes mail and everything"
Everyone lets out a moan of annoyance, as if they realised something, whilst Luke just groans, "...Connor and Travis accidentally incinerated the postage bag. Your postcard must've been in there." I turned to the guilty siblings, who were staring at the flying Icarus with intense fascination. In all honesty, I'm not even surprised.
"I do believe that I will have to extend their current punishment by another month" For the first time in a very long time, I see Chiron's face warp into a devious smile. All the campers around me that had been in camp for at least 2 years, shivered with fear. And the Stoll brothers paled to a colour whiter than snow.
The area is silent for maybe a minute. Some are unsure how to react, others are looking for escape routes, and some don't want to be the one to initiate the conversation. So as always, I took the initiative. "Anyone want to take a look at some photos I took?" I ask, as I pretend to take out a camera out of the backpack I was holding (so that I could hide my Inventory). The camera was pretty decent for something made in 2002. Although it was incredibly annoying to take a selfie with. I cannot wait for the iPhone 1 to come out. Was that consumerist of me? Sure. But god dammit, with the technology of this decade so far, I can see why Apple became so popular! Hell, I even had an iPod I use for working out. Anyway, the camera itself was a Canon EOS 3000N, and it nearly cost me $270! I mean, yeah I had a lot of money from my quests, but I still had a little bit of frugality in me from my past life. It didn't stop me from buying, but I always had a tinge of regret.
Everyone (or rather the 6 people who were nearest to me) huddled around me to see the camera's screen. The first shot they saw was of me on the beach, wearing my unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt (It's black with pink floral patterns, thanks for asking) and nothing underneath, with sunglasses place on my head as to not obscure my brilliant blue eyes, and a pair of black swim shorts that went quite swimmingly with my shirt. I was sitting on the sand without the need of a towel, and though the sun shined off me, it didn't impair my looks but enhanced them. Plus, it helped that the sun couldn't blind me at all.
"You went to a beach?!" Annabeth shouted, and perhaps it was my bias but I think I heard a bit of jealousy in her voice.
"Not just any beach, Lummus Park Beach" I doubt most people would know the coolness of that, but a child of Athena would. Near that beach were a lot, and I mean a lot, of art galleries. And of course, Annabeth would be particularly interested. There was a district or something nearby which was quite well known for its famous architecture. I didn't go there, of course, because I wasn't lame. From the brochure I read, apparently the designs invoke technological modernity, resilience, and optimism. I tried to look it up on Wikipedia, but the site was only a year old and didn't have anywhere near the amount of entries it had in my previous life.
"What?! That's where the Art Deco Historic District is!" Annabeth exclaimed with excitement, and this time with clear jealousy. Ah, that's what that architecture district is called! Does not roll off the tongue. I suppose they can design buildings, but not names. "Wait a minute! You went to Miami!" I grinned as everyone gasped in surprise, and I could feel their envy rolling off of them.
"Who took your photo?" Luke asks, and surprisingly he doesn't seem jealous at all. I suppose he was still processing the fact that I was quite alive.
"I did" Why would Luke ask such a silly question? Doesn't he know what a selfie is- Oh right. Selfie's weren't a thing until smartphones came out. "I call it a selfie" Gilgamesh Ashford. Hero, Demigod, and Trendsetter.
"Selfie?" Luke asks, bemused, "That sounds really goofy, kid."
"I'm sure it'll catch on" I grin, and internally chuckle at my little joke. Though I should probably change the topic before they get suspicious. I flick through the pictures, showing everyone some photos of my time in Miami. From clearing arcades to surfing tides, I had one hell of a fun time. And everyone knew it too.
Of course, I knew that these guys would get jealous. "Hey, I also got some souvenirs for everyone? Want me to get 'em out?" Of course, even if some of them were 17 or 18, they were still kids. And what kid wouldn't resist gifts from Uncle Gill… Fuck, that sounded creepy as hell.
From my backpack, I "pull out" a rectangular black object, with its name indented to the side. The name already got everyone excited. "A PS2!? How did you get one?" One of the (Undetermined, I think?) campers exclaimed.
I grin, and throw the PS2 to the Camper. Naturally, they catch it with ease. "Ask me no questions, and I tell you no lies." Though they furrowed their eyebrows in confusion, it quickly went away when I threw a couple of controllers at them, and then a few disc cases.
"Woah! GTA 3? Pro Skater 3? This is awesome!"
"I'm sure Chiron will let you use the TV in the Big House as well" I looked at the Trainer of Heroes, who simply sighed and nodded his head. Immediately a horde of campers that seemingly forgot that they were at my funeral, ran off with the console and the games. I do believe that one of them said that the last one to the Big House was a rotten egg. Ah children, so dumb and childish.
All that were left on the beach, with my funeral pyre burning down besides us, were me, Luke, Thalia, Annabeth, Chiron, Yurei, Clarisse, and Icarus. I noticed that some campers who didn't seem interested in the PS2 left anyway. Probably because they couldn't be bothered with my shit.
"And don't worry, I've got stuff for everyone!" I say with a smile. From the backpack, I bring out a black shirt and throw it to Thalia, "For Thalia Grace, a signed Green Day Memorabilia shirt! I had to fight an old lady for it." The punk girl unfurls the shirt and lets loose an uncharacteristic cheerful smile.
"Holy crap! I've been looking for one of these for ages, Gill!" Thalia throws off her jacket, and puts the black t-shirt over her orange Camp Halfblood shirt. I can't lie, it does fit her aesthetic. Although, it does strike me odd that she has black eyeshadow and eyeliner. A lot of the girls at Camp don't really use or have makeup. Of course, that doesn't include the Aphrodite cabin, but that was only because they had an arrangement with the Hermes Cabin. So it is quite a wonder that Thalia had a constant supply of gothic make-up.
"And for Clarisse…" I had planned to save her for second to last, but the daughter of Ares was clearly getting impatient. From my backpack, I pull out… a gun. "A top of the line airsoft rifle, alongside a couple ten thousand pellets. This bad boy can shoot out a hundred in less than 20 seconds." I throw the gun to Clarisse, who lets out an evil smile, and passes her a box full of BB pellets.
"Woah! The Hermes Cabin better watch their back!" Clarisse fires the Airsoft gun, and grins at the little amount of recoil, and the speed of the bullets. "Fine, Gill, I guess I'll forgive you for faking your death!" Wait, what did I do? It's not my fault! I swear, if other people at camp retaliate on me for 'faking my death', I'm stabbing the Stoll brothers.
As Clarisse rushes off to test her new toy on her siblings, I reach into the backpack once more, "And now, for our illustrious and wise Activities Director," From the bag, I pull out an orange and black coloured, ancient looking vase, with classical Greek art depicting a water maid. "A bottle of authentic Chian Wine, aged over 2500 years!" I threw the vase over to Chiron, who looked at the bottle with wonder.
"Child, how did you get a hold of such a thing!" He says, holding it tightly, "I had thought that most of these were long gone in the annals of time"
"I robbed it from a museum!" Despite the cheery attitude I was using, everyone looked at me with wariness and shock. "Geez, I was just joking. I wouldn't actually do that! …Probably. I just bought it off of Amazon."
"Amazon? Like the Jungle?" Thalia questions, still rocking her new shirt. "Don't tell me you went to Miami and Brazil over the last few weeks." Shit. I should've totally gone to Rio for my holiday instead of Miami! Dammit, why didn't I have that idea? Next time I have some time after a quest, I'm going to fucking Tokyo!
"What? No, Thals." I deny, aghast, "I'm talking about the Amazonians! Y'know, the all-female warrior tribe? They're basically the Hunters of Artemis but they don't hate men as much." And they also had a horde of kinky men (or maybe slaves, the books never cleared that up) at their disposal.
"Gilgamesh, you have connections with the Amazonians?" Chiron questions, discreetly slipping his wine into his professor's coat. Though, I don't think you can really do anything discreet when you have several demigods with heightened perceptions.
"Nope." I bring out a catalogue from the bag, and show it to Chiron, "The Amazonians have branched out into the online retailing business, but it's split into mortal and not-so-mortal. And well, since most beings that have some relation to pantheons don't react well with technology or even know how to use it, they've teamed up with Hermes Express so that they can deliver to anyone. They've also given a free catalogue to anyone who's used Hermes Express before as well. You really should keep up with these things, Chiron. Didn't you get a catalogue as well?"
"Unfortunately, my role as an activities director sometimes distracts me… Oh, they sell Pegasi as well? Fascinating." Chiron murmured, as he read the catalogue. I have to agree with the guy. A lot of it was really interesting. I mean, it was also really fucking expensive. I mean, the wine alone cost me about 80 Drachma, leaving me with only 10! And the wine was some of the cheaper options. It was pretty clear the catalogue was tailored towards immortals rather than demigods.
Whilst Chiron was reading, I took out a box from my backpack, "And for Yurei… Well, say hello to the Ouija Board!" I bring out the board and show it to him, holding in a laugh at his slightly annoyed expression. And frankly, despite how slight the emotion was, he looked like he was about to skin me alive, "Ok, okay! It was just a joke, Yurei! Look, I also got you a GBA! I even got you Castlevania!" Immediately, before he could get a knife out, I threw a black Gameboy Advance at the boy, and then a cartridge case as well.
He raises an eyebrow, before looking down at the cartridge case, "You got me the new one?" I see a ghost of a smile, which quickly disappears as he says, "Nice." As they say, brevity is the wit of the soul.
"Now, for Luke, well I know how much you love Energy Drinks, so I got you this new drink that's been release called Monster" I get out a large crate full of Monster cans, and I'm sure by now some were wondering how the fuck I was storing out so much stuff in my backpack.
"Uh… Thanks Gill?" Luke says, confused. Of course, he'd be giving me a genuine thanks when he finds out there was a hidden crate of beer beneath the layer of Monster. Was it irresponsible of me to give a 16-year-old beer? Absolutely. But I'm 9, and irresponsibility is the best thing about being a kid.
"Hmm… That should be it! Though I feel like I'm forgetting something…" Of course, I knew what exactly I was 'forgetting', and I could almost feel the rage emanating off of that forgotten one. I glanced at the girl my age, and held in a chuckle as she was avoiding to look at me, trying to hide her anger and jealousy. "Ah well, we should get going then. Isn't lunch soon?"
As I began to walk, I could pretty much feel Annabeth staring daggers at my back. Frankly, if looks could kill, I'd be in the void again. "Gill, you forgot Annabeth." I turned back, and saw Luke's slightly disappointed expression, Thalia struggling to hold her laughter, whilst Chiron just sighed. Oh and Icarus was in the distance, sitting on my boombox, bopping to whatever song the playlist had went to. I think it was 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy? Either way, my bird has good taste.
"Oh oops!" I exclaimed, "Annabeth, you should've told me!" I could see the girl getting to the end of her patience. Ah, I bet that anger will dissipate immediately when she sees what I got her. From my backpack, I bring out 3 boxes. "Behold Annabeth Chase, Architectural Prodigy, model kits for you to make three amazing buildings! The Taj Mahal, the Colosseum of Rome, and St Basil's Cathedral!"
As predicted, Annabeth squealed like a little girl, and immediately grabbed the boxes, "Thanks, Sunshine!" She giggles with glees as she looks at the boxes with intensity. Damn, if she was really thankful, she'd quit it with that damn nickname!
With all the gifts out of the way, we went back to the main camp, as the ashes of my funeral shroud flew in the wind. Icarus also flies away, boombox in hand. Probably to the clearing where I meet with Sasaki Kojiro. He's such a clever little boy. As I walk, I talk to Chiron, Thalia, and Luke, about my quest, and I suspect that Annabeth was also listening. Yurei had decided to walk ahead, probably to get to his cabin so he could play with his GBA. I explained to them about my plane exploding, and that I used a parachute to get down. I then fabricated a story about how I found a wild pegasus that I befriended, and that it took me to Jackson for free. Then I told them all about me fighting Skorpius, though I said that all I used were traps, and my light arrows.
And then, when I had beaten Skorpius, I sacrificed his Spoil of War at Artemis's Temple. I omitted what exactly the Spoil of War was. I think Artemis deserved it to not be known by others. I then told everyone about how I took a plane to Miami, and partied like hell. It's a wonder how many people just believe that I have a rare case of dwarfism. I think it's my mature aura and brilliant looks.
I leave the group as I head to the Apollo Cabin, to drop off some of my stuff. As soon as I step into the Cabin, I'm wrapped in the hands of some older and taller than me. I was being hugged. And it was warm. It reminded me of the hug Halcyon and Yurei gave me. A truly familiar hug, with the same warmth that Hestia's flames gave. I looked up, and saw Jamie, my older half-brother and cabin councillor, smiling down at me.
"Once again you escape death. You've gotta stop doing this bro." Fuck. I'm really goddamn close to breaking down in tears, but I won't let it happen. I fucking hate that I never got to feel this warmth in my previous life. "Sorry for not doing this when you got here, I figured you'd want to spend some time with your friends." He hugs me tighter, rubbing my hair.
I know I'm an adult on the inside, but at this moment, I feel like the child that I look like. Why did hugs have to feel so warm? "I… Sorry for worrying you." I should've just Iris Messaged them. The postcard I sent had a picture of me on a beach, so I figured it would've been funnier than a Iris Message. I accidentally made my siblings think I'm dead because of a joke. And then there's also Will. I'm sure he was also worried, though maybe he'll forget it with his short attention span.
"Hey, it's alright, bro." He comforts me, stroking my hair, "It's the Stoll's fault anyway. And Chiron might be punishing them, but we'll get our own revenge. How does glueing dresses onto them for a day sound?" I laugh aloud at the idea, as quiet tears slowly crawl down my face.
I kinda like having a family.
Author's Notes: And Boom, another chapter done! Looking at the time, it's just past midnight, which is a shame because I was hoping that I'd be able to upload on Thursday. Ah well, I guess this technically counts.
This chapter is not too plot heavy unfortunately, but the next chapter begins with a big timeskip, and gets into a fun new arc. Points go to whoever guesses what the next arc will be (Hint: It's mentioned in the books ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)...)
Btw, quick question: How would you guys feel if I used AI art to make art of Gill and Icarus. I would commission it from a real artist, but I don't have the disposable income. On one hand, it's immoral as it steals art from real artists and frankensteins it into something else. On the other hand, it's not like I'm profiting off of it, and even if I don't use it, AI Art will continue to grow and be used. But on the other other hand, writing is a artform, and if I use AI Art, then it could be seen as betraying Art as a whole. And on the other other other hand, it's just for fun, and to celebrate the fics growth.
So what are your opinions? Should I do it or not? I'm not too sure of my ethics enough to make a decision, which is why I'll force the choice onto you lot. I'd love to hear the opinions from any Artists that follow me as well!
Anyway sorry for such a long… rant. Here's Gill's stats:
Name: Gilgamesh Ashford
Age: 9
Level: 48
Title: Child of Apollo
HP: 7605/7605
MP: 8145/8145
Stats
Strength: 300
Agility: 300
Endurance: 300
Charisma: 313
Intelligence: 300
Willpower: 300
Luck: 300
Stat Points: 0