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The Apocalypse Grinder - Chapter 28
🕑 Added 2025-06-18 09:31:03 +0000 UTC<< Chapter 27 | Index | Chapter 29 >>
You have been invited to join a party by [Jackson Wright]!
Warning: Experience, loot, and aggro are shared between party members!
Accept the invitation?
Ronan stared at the invitation with annoyance. Wouldn’t this have been extremely useful from the moment he’d been fighting alongside another person?
Maybe Keith could’ve been dragged up to level 10 without much hassle… Well, at least they’d discovered it early on in this stage.
He hesitated. Experience will be shared. Did that mean that every time he killed a monster the experience would be split between all five of them?
That was bound to slow down his levelling speed. Although it also meant that any monsters they killed would give him experience even if he hadn’t landed a single hit.
Even though the system was rather tight lipped when it came to explaining things, most of its functions seemed well thought out. They all benefited him. This party system should be the same.
Besides, it would be suspicious if he refused now. They’d discovered this while talking about how to evenly split the huge pile of treasure in front of them after all. So, he accepted.
You have joined a party!
Experience, loot, and aggro will be shared with all party members
“It’s asking me to select a leader for the party,” Jackson announced.
Ronan briefly considered throwing his hat in the ring, but decided against it. Too much hassle. He preferred to leave leadership to those who enjoyed the workload.
He wasn’t that sociable. He looked towards Terry and realised Dana and Jackson were also looking at him. “Seems like we all agree,” Ronan said, smirking at the confused expression on Terry’s face.
“Yeah, definitely the best choice,” Dana added.
“Alright, making dad the party leader then,” Jackson said with a nod.
“Don’t I get a say?” Keith interrupted.
“No,” Ronan replied instantly, making the man shrink back into the corner.
[Terrance Wright] has been selected as Party Leader!
Loot distribution will be decided by the party leader!
Ronan noticed that four more sets of resource bars had appeared above his own in the corner of his eye. They represented the four members of the party, most likely. That was useful. It meant even if they were separated they would still be able to see each other’s condition.
“Does it give you options for splitting the loot?” Dana asked Terry.
“Why am I the leader?” he sighed in exasperation.
“You’re the most sensible,” she replied.
“And the scariest,” Ronan added.
“Wha- Scary?” he muttered. “Whatever. It says I can do an even split, leader distribution, or rolling distribution. I’m just going to select even split. If there’s anything that anyone wants more than something else we can sort it out later. Sound good?”
“Mhm.”
“Sure.”
“Works for me,” Ronan finished the chorus of agreement.
With that said, they all walked over to the huge pile of treasure and reached out to start putting it into… where the hell are we going to store all this? Will it go into the inventory?
However, the moment Ronan’s hand touched the pile of coins his worries were answered. It vanished and was replaced by a system notification.
Goblin’s treasure hoard has been obtained!
633 Copper Credits and 13 Bronze Credits have been split among all party members!
You have received 727 Copper Credits and 2 Bronze Credits!
“What the hell!? What a scam,” Ronan cursed. “There were hundreds of silver coins and even some gold ones in that pile, where are they?”
Terry chuckled deeply. “I don’t think credits are the same as metal coins. Anyway, that’s like five times more money than I’ve earned killing goblins until now. I’m not complaining.”
“I guess,” Ronan grumbled. He still felt cheated, but he had to admit the big guy was right. “I really want to punch something now.”
“Well, let’s go find some goblins then,” Dana announced, thrusting a fist into the air and walking towards the door.
They all entered the hallway and gathered around the third and final door. This one had to lead further into the mountain, hiding more goblins.
They didn’t waste any time in throwing it open. Ronan did the honours. He slowly crept into the room, fists up and ready to punch whatever rushed out from the darkness.
However, all they found was an empty room. It resembled the dungeon from the previous stage, made of stone bricks with torches flickering in metal braziers along the walls.
There were no goblins. There was another door, though. It was on the opposite side of the room. Identical in construction to the one he’d just opened.
Suspicious, Ronan thought to himself, glancing into the shadowy edges of the room. He was certain this was a trap of some sort.
Suddenly there was a bang. He spun around to see that the door they’d entered through had slammed shut behind Jackson, the last of the group to enter. Suddenly, all the torches in the room went out.
They were plunged into darkness. “Stay calm,” Ronan called out. “Don’t move. Keep your guard up.”
He put on a confident front, but he was a little nervous. How was he supposed to fight if he couldn’t see?
Even straining his eyes didn’t help much. After a few seconds he was able to make out the space around him for a metre or two. That wouldn’t give him time to react if something rushed out of the darkness.
However, he didn’t need to worry. The next moment the torches flared back to life, the flames roaring like beasts as they cast dancing shadows on the walls.
He sighed in relief, looking around the room. It was no longer empty. Dozens of goblins filled it in every direction, all staring at their group of five with undisguised rage.
The number of tags floating in the air was blinding. He decided not to focus on their levels. The system wouldn’t give them an impossible challenge—though the risk of death was real enough.
“Well, I suppose we did ask for goblins to punch,” he chuckled dryly. “I’ll try to keep them off you guys but I can’t promise anything. There’s too many.”
“No worries, we can handle ourselves. Just do what you do best,” Terry replied.
Ronan nodded and took a step back towards the group. He’d been quite far out into the room in order to scout it out. Dana was a little behind him, whip at the ready.
He spotted mostly warriors and berserkers, with a few archers hiding at the back. Not all of them were lesser goblins, some were full goblins. He frowned, spotting a familiar figure.
There were shamans too. “They’ve got shamans. We should try to target them before they start stacking their weird magic,” he shouted out.
“Don’t rush off. We’ll try to pick them out,” Jackson replied.
Ronan grinned in realisation. He had ranged fighters on his side now, too. It wasn’t going to be the same as the dungeon, where he was peppered from afar while being powerless to fight back.
The first line of goblins were rushing towards him, their screeches and yells drowning everything out as they drew closer. He felt his heart began to beat faster, carrying adrenaline through his body.
Raising his fists, he planted his feet firmly into the stone and prepared himself to fight. He might very well die here, but if they survived, they would be far stronger for it.
Either way, he knew he was going to kill as many damn goblins as he could. All of these evil fuckers deserved a slow, painful death. He would be forced to give them quick deaths, but he would be sure to make it gory.
The first goblin reached him. A level 22 goblin warrior wielding a curved sword in one hand and a dagger in the other.
It screeched, spit flying in his face from a mouth of rotten teeth. Ronan didn’t hesitate. His fist was already swinging towards its twisted jaw.
He’d stolen the initiative. His knuckles smashed into its head, sending it snapping back. It still swung its blade wildly, trying to carve his flesh.
It flew wide. Ronan rushed forwards, arms pumping like the pistons of an engine as he unleashed his fury on the wave of goblins.
A second strike killed his first target. He whirled and danced, footwork fluid and confident as he ducked and weaved around blades and spears.
The occasional slash and thrust bit into his flesh, the rusty blades burning as they left their mark. He didn’t let the pain slow him down.
For every strike he took, he gave three back. He hit harder. He hit faster. He was better than these hideous creatures.
Having made his preference known, the kill notifications blended into one, hiding away until he wasn’t entranced by the thrill of battle and bloodlust. The first line had been warriors and a few goblins without classes, wielding chipped and rusted weapons.
Weak. No challenge.
He heard a frenzied yell, followed by the crack of a whip. Screaming bolts of mana flew overhead, exploding in the faces of distant goblins.
The whistling of Terry’s bow as he sniped goblins. He heard a gust of air, spinning to find a goblin’s spear inches from his neck. A hole suddenly appeared in its face and it fell.
He nodded to Terry, then threw himself back into the fray. Another screech of challenge. A tall goblin, painted in swirling red tattoos shoved its lesser brethren out of the way as it marched towards him.
[Elite Goblin Berserker Lv.24]
Elite. This monster had been marked by the system as a true challenge. Ronan grinned, blood staining his lips. Rather than shy away from the powerful foe, he took another step forwards, relishing the battle ahead.
With a roar, the berserker charged. Ronan roared back, a bellowing cry of battle that heralded his intent. “You picked the wrong fight, bastard!”
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Comments
Ariana Q
Is 1000 to 1
Diego Rossi
633 Copper Credits and 13 Bronze Credits have been split among all party members! You have received 727 Copper Credits and 2 Bronze Credits! I think the initial number of Copper Credits should be higher. The odd Bronze Credits will have been converted in Copper Credits, but 2,002 Copper Credit to 3 Bronze Credit seems a lot.
