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<New floor Boss, Aranea Imbrem.> “Spider shower?” Dani scoffed at my naming convention. <And now I have a new trap idea as well!> “Now that is pure evil.” Dani laughed along with me. I hoped she realized I was serious; I was already in the process of making a spider-loaded trap.
The Master is way faster than us. Especially me. No legs.
Hours of negotiation had finally concluded. Luckily for me, I had Dani and Legal Bob to help me think things through, else I would have been steamrolled and shafted by this deal.
Dwarves have better material and physical defenses, Elves have potent techniques and abilities, Humans and Gnomes have innovations, Amazonians have total pigheadedness… but the Northmen… the Northmen have the most advanced Rune magic.”
<Mm. To be fair, they are getting out of being squished by the moon, so it’s not a terrible deal for them, either. Legal Bob is really working out surprisingly well. I thought it was a waste of time to teach a Goblin contract law, but you win again.>
Wards of Fek’koff are active!
The platform stopped a dozen feet above the ground, and all the Northman hopped off, which made the platform raise even higher. Rose looked down, then at the others with her with an arched brow. “You’re joking.” “If you fear heights or cannot handle the minor jarring a jump from here will inflict, you might want to leave now,” Tom sincerely informed her. “I will not hold it against you.” Rose scoffed and did a backflip off the edge, landing with an easy roll and hopping to her feet. Hans laughed and followed, doing several twists and flips before landing gently on his feet. Tom went next,
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If this weren't enough, I was also begrudgingly working with The Master on his 'Masterpiece'. Personally, I thought it was quite narcissistic to name a contraption after yourself like that. Even though other people assured me ‘Masterpiece’ was common terminology, I knew he was calling it that for his own ego. He couldn't sneak one past me!
Not my skills tests, though. If the person trying to get to me were unskilled, they would likely explode.
“Omae wa Mou Shindeiru.”
That’s how you knew that a pun was mature, after all—when it was full groan.
The next person to enter was a High Elf who seemed to glide across the floor and sit with exceeding grace. I looked on in surprise and then started laughing. I was able to see under the robes he was wearing, and his steps had been so quick that it looked like he was bouncing in place like a hopped-up Basher. Was that what they did so they could look pretty when walking?
“There will always be time to punish them when there is no escape, Cal.” Dani’s words conjured dark images in my mind, and the Cat I was inhabiting started shivering violently. “Hundreds of years of punishment will be a better deterrent than a few simple deaths now.” I underlined a point on my mental checklist once more. This made eighteen lines under this particular point—Don’t cross Dani.
“Just me! Am Boss!” she stated proudly, then hesitated. “Never earn name. You want give me name?” “Um. Sure.” Dale tried to play for time as he thought. “You are the only one of–” “Oni!” the Ogre bellowed happily. “Me the Oni! Thank you for name, Born of the Dungeon!”
“There be no let. Me free Mob. Oni is a free Ogre! Oni does what wants!” the Ogre bellowed excitedly. “Oni was given a sock!” <I’m… I’m not sure what that means?> I turned to Dani. <Does that mean something to you?> “Nope?” Dani was just as confused as I was. Good, at least that was cleared up.
ledge and into a hole that would bring them all the way down to me. Oni didn’t scream in fear as was expected but laughed instead. Ah, the Mob mentality of expecting to always return to life.
even though I was still feeling like someone was pouring bees made of fire into me.
Sighs of relief? Bleh. Tasted like stale cookies.
I forgot that humans breathe so much! And just constantly! Lungs. Pah. So inefficient.
<I see that you have succeeded,> Eternium’s voice flipped my entire mountain twice before I could get back into control, and I had to count to keep my fury at the—unintentional—assault.
Maybe I would name something after it as thanks?
“Do you know the difference between a brown-noser and a feces face? Depth perception!
“I never was a cat person.” “Of course not!” Minya poked him in the nose. “You’re a human person!”
“Looks like ghost type is weak to darkness!”
me or something.” I cut into the outbreak with a thunderous clap. “So instead of a paradise for all of you, you want to kill each other and hold ancient grudges so that only a few of you survive?” The instant ‘Yes’ still took me by surprise somehow. “Great, well… I guess I’ll split you all up and let you get at it then.”
