Malcolm Tent
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Wish upon the Stars chapter 813
🕑 Added 2025-01-31 20:44:03 +0000 UTC“So, dungeons,” I said as we all settled into the Acheron. ‘Are they all like the Moonsong Glade?” We’d just gotten off the damned ship, so it was annoying to have to get back on, giving up the firm security of real ground. I was never quite as comfortable in space as I was on a planet. My grandfather pointed out that ships were basically planets, and that he’d been on ships that were LITERAL planets, but it didn’t feel the same.
My grandfather shook his head. “Not all of them. I assume you mean are they inaccessible to higher rank individuals? That was a fairly unusual phenomena, but not unique. Locked dungeons aren’t the norm, but I’m guessing the one we’re heading to is one of them.”
“It is,” my grandmother said in frustration. “I just pulled it up on the database. It’s a minor D-rank dungeon, so I’d never heard of it, but it’s spatially locked. Your friends are right, this is a trap.”
I frowned in worry. “That seems…insufficient. A hundred D-rankers seems like a lot, but Raxus knows I’m strong enough to beat a C-ranker. He has to assume I can handle that. Sure, maybe he sent some other D-rankers that could punch up, but no way the god of Deception doesn’t know I have friends with me.”
“The ring you used is a rare and difficult to source enchanted item,” my grandmother pointed out. “It’s not UNIQUE per se, but it isn’t something anyone your level should have access to. Spatially binding two objects across unlimited distance requires S-rank spatial manipulation abilities, if not outright divinity. My mother made those rings herself.”
“Which means that since he probably has some method of divining that I haven’t seen her yet, he might assume I still have the artifacts,” I said grimly. “That’s why she never got in touch with me directly. Do you really think this is a trap she set?”
She sighed. “It might be, but we should proceed on the assumption that it isn’t. If she arranged this, she’s planning to intercept Raxus personally. The gods have their own arrangements for countering each other. Chances are good that we won’t see her even if this is her doing, and if we do it probably won’t be for long.”
“I don’t enjoy being bait,” I told her bluntly. “Your mother may be a god, but I’m not super fond of the way she does things.”
My grandmother gave me a sad smile. “It’s hard for gods to see us as people, Shane. Becoming a force of nature changes your fundamental perception of the world. I only barely understand it myself. They retain some semblance of who they were, but it’s not…gods and mortals are the same kind of being, but they’re made of different things. You’ve had a small taste of it at D-rank, but imagine crossing that watershed, only a hundred times more intense.”
“Why do you make excuses for her?” I demanded. “I get that there’s nothing we can do about her behavior, but can’t I even complain? Is she going to snuff me out for daring to criticize? Because honestly, if she is I might prefer it to having to keep my mouth shut!”
My voice had risen, and everyone was staring now, my wife looking a little alarmed at the outburst. I knew that not questioning divinity was part of the recursion of the gods, but Black Sorrow just kept pushing and pushing. I would have to be an unfeeling machine not to get at least a little pissed after everything she’s done.
“I love her,” she said with a shrug. “She’s my mother. No matter what she does, that won’t change. She’s still the woman who carried me across star systems to demand my father’s disciple heal me when I got slightly sick as a little girl, who created a new species so I could have a pet after I saw a fictional animal I thought was cute in a book. She’s complicated and arbitrary careless, but she loves me more than anything.”
“Well, she doesn’t love me,” I said bitterly.
She shook her head. “No, she doesn’t. But she respects you. The mission she chose for you, the tools she gave you. They represent an investment. My mother doesn’t waste her investments. Sure, she needed someone who could handle the Enshrining Darkness, but it isn’t like she doesn’t have a dozen younger members of the clergy who are trained with it.”
“So I’m supposed to be grateful she chose to fuck up my life instead of theirs?” I demanded hotly.
“No, of course not,” she denied. “I’m just saying that if she does come to care for you, which I believe she might be, it’ll be a great benefit to you. She's far from impartial. She directly favors those she cares about. My goal in acting as an intermediary has always been to try to add you to that list. Fighting my mother is an exercise in futility, even my father knows that.”
My mom snorted. “I personally think she’s wasting her time. But I do agree it would be better to have BS on your side than not.”
“So you expect me to bow and scrape to her on the off chance that she might be willing to be nice to me?” I snorted. “Because I’ll pass. I’m not stupid enough to be rude to her face but I don’t want her good opinion.”
Celia laughed. “Amusingly, that’s exactly the kind of talk that would get it. I understand your position. Just…don’t judge her only by the bad. Those rings are unique and precious treasures. She made them for you personally, albeit at my request. To her, that’s already showing a lot of care.”
“We’re getting off track,” Callie interrupted. I expected my grandmother to be annoyed, but she just ceded the conversation to my wife. “We need to know everything we can about the Screeching Shoals. If this really is a trap, it’s not one we can worry about. At least not at the divine level. We need to worry about what’s IN that dungeon, because Shane is right. Either there are way more D-rankers in there than expected, or they sent something truly nasty. Possibly both.”
I grimaced. We had no real context for exactly what the forces of the vanished gods could do. I’d seen some scary people among them at the conclave, and during the trial, but those trial members weren’t even REAL initiates. The strongest of the vanished god’s forces would be those legacy Ascendants from inside their worlds, who had been cut off from the universe and training in isolation since their gods originally fell.
Thinking about the surge of powerful S-rankers that Lark had fought off, I couldn’t imagine what the internal D-rankers from the various god worlds might be like. I glanced at Bethy, Abel, Callie, and all my other friends…and part of me was actually kind of excited. We had to be some of the strongest D-rankers for our level. Sure, we weren’t peak D-rank yet, and there were probably some five faction bigwigs who were stronger in D-rank by virtue of higher stats, but I’d give us good odds against anyone close to our level.
“Before we can even worry about that,” cut in Abel. “We need to get inside. If this is an ambush they might be waiting with high rankers at the entrance. While I’m sure you could all fight them off in a blaze of glory, sitting around in one place while we explore the depths of the dungeon, consistently repelling ever increasing waves of bad guys seems…suboptimal.”
Celia nodded. “You aren’t wrong. I can slip us past. The Acheron is my personal vessel, and while my husband is perfectly capable of pushing the speed up, its true value is only visible when it’s in my hands. They won’t see our approach if I don’t want them to. More than that, even after you’ve gone in, if they have some method of contacting the D-rankers in there, they still won’t be able to locate us. I could park this ship on the Vampire’s nose and he wouldn’t notice it.”
“Obviously, if a god shows up, especially Raxus, they’d see it instantly,” my grandfather warned. “But under these circumstances we should be able to hang around unseen and wait for you to emerge. Once you’ve come out we’ll make our escape.”
“That’s all well and good,” said my mother grimly. “But looking at this particular dungeon, I don’t think it’ll be that easy. It’s not unstable, it's enfolded.”
My grandfather bristled, looking at the database, and then cursed. “Fuck, I missed that. Ok, that’s bad.” Seeing our confusion, he explained. “Spatial locking comes in multiple forms. There are always unique ways to manipulate any force, given how diverse Paths and abilities get. You’ve seen unstable space before, essentially it’s too fragile to withstand higher Impact, directly collapsing if powerful people enter.”
“Enfolded space is different,” my mother cut in. “It’s a similar mechanism, but it’s wrapped AROUND the dungeon instead of overlapping with it. While that may seem like a meaningless distinction, it isn’t at all. Because while people of a higher rank can’t ENTER, they can still EXIST.”
My eyes widened. “You’re saying my friends are stuck in there with native high rankers?”
She waggled her hand. “Some, maybe. Locked dungeons distort renown, it makes it harder to rank up. There are probably a few C-rankers, but there won’t be anything higher. You should be able to handle C-rankers together. If you’re careful. But it’ll complicate things. There’s a difference between a running battle with a hundred random D-rankers and a running battle inside an occupied dungeon with higher ranked natives.”
“Ok, I don’t want to be the one to say it, but is this really worth it?” asked Abel bluntly. “You just met these people. Like it’s not nice to say, but is risking our lives for some people you hung out with a few times worthwhile.”
Bella, who had been mostly quiet until now, bristled. She’d been pretty intimidated by all the new faces and had been trying to disappear into the background and avoid notice, but Abel’s words, she stiffened and glared at my mentor. “Hey, shut up rabbit-guy!” We all turned to look at her, but she was too busy glaring to notice. “Elena is a mom. She has two kids. Emma and Simon. Simon is eleven and he was really sick until master helped him. We can’t just let his mom die!”
“Elena is with them,” I confirmed. “They talked her into going along for the resources. Dungeons usually have some decent treasure and Simon’s medical care has mostly wiped out their savings. She could have used that wish I gave her for money, but she decided to keep it in case Simon had a medical emergency.” I held up a rolled up piece of paper. “This dropped into my pocket as we were entering. It’s all the information they could give about their location and who is with them.”
I’d only had a chance to scan it before we started this little meeting, but it hadn’t been relevant to entry so I hadn’t bothered bringing it up.
Abel blew out a breath. “Great. Kids. None of you bleeding hearts are going to let this go. Fine, whatever, as long as I get to punch things I’m happy. I want to really show off my new form.”
Despite his carefree words, his tone was somber. Abel didn’t give a shit about most things, but he liked kids. He had offered to train Cass to help with her trauma after being kidnapped by the Heartrippers, even if he played it off like a whim. My mentor might be a violent menace, but he was good people.
“Alright, well, now that we’ve got that out of the way, lets dig into this dungeon a bit more.” I cracked my neck, hunkering down for some serious research. We needed to be ready for whatever was coming, because somehow, I doubted the god of deception had set a trap for me without a few nasty surprises.
Comments
Anime Problem
I wonder if shane will have a chance to view black sorrows past even if he could never like her he could find some acceptance in who she used to be. Cause she wasn't exactly evil nor was she a good person just someone who's life was complicated by the story she showed the world or worlds in this case. That's made her practically insane doting favoritism to the extreme for who she likes and vindictive hate for people she dislikes and being able to change her opinion on people with that level of whiplash. It's a disturbing kind of love that seems to be a cruel mix of what she really was and the abstract story of the force of nature she became.
Malcolm Tent
Not a lot of peak D-rankers around who can rank up. The only real reason to get stuck at peak D-rank is lacking a Solid Path. They might have a few who just happened to hit the stat cap around that time, but C-rank isn't a big watershed so not many people hang out there. If you can make an Illusory Path, you can usually make a Solid Path. Next real bottleneck is peak of C.
CringeWorthyStudios
Wait, if C-tankers can exist inside the place, doesn’t that mean that it’s theoretically possible all of those hundreds of D-rankers that Raxus sent in to have entered at the pinnacle of D and just… ranked up? They’d all be right at the bottom of C-rank but even with Abel, Shane, Callie and Bethy (plus the others) fighting together, even two C-rankers at once would be a hard fight. Thanks for the chapter!
CringeWorthyStudios
That, or he figures out a way to avoid it.
Dylan Alexander
Funny because Shane’s goal is to become a god and I’m sure he’ll learn pretty fast how much it can warp a former mortal.
