Robert Vlaho
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[1% LIFESTEAL] Chapter 53 - Preparations
🕑 Added 2023-12-15 08:00:06 +0000 UTCFreddy sat beside the people he had made a deal with; there were only three of them there so far, with their leader sitting on the small chair and the other two seated on the couch beside himself.
The man whose strength the leader had much faith in was the quiet type, sporting a buzzcut even shorter than his own, his longsword resting in its sheath and his black synthetic carbon helm placed on the table before them. The man wore entirely black gear, not pitch black like those items he had seen in the equipment store, but dark enough to be near-invisible during the nighttime.
Three bags, all in a similar style to his own, were piled beneath the coffee table.
The three party members chatted idly, refraining from any talks about the delving itself until the other three members of their crew arrived. They talked about the weather, shared stories about their outings and parties they’ve been to recently, and generally stuck to mundane, day-to-day stuff.
“So,” the third man, a guy with long black hair, wearing a thick green coat and carrying a bow over his back, called and turned to face him. “What’s your name, soldier?” he asked snarkily.
“F—” he bit his tongue. He had come really fucking close to introducing himself as Freddy. Then, he realized that he had actually forgotten the name on his ID.
‘Oh, shit, what was it again?’ he wondered. ‘Leonard?’
That didn’t seem right.
“My name is Liam,” he said, suddenly remembering it. “Liam Johnson,” and he shared the surname he had settled on. Once half a year or so passed, that would be on his ID card, so he started introducing himself as such ahead of time to make sure that that was the name he was known by and not the actual name on the ID.
If someone heard it and sought after him, thinking he was the other guy… The odds of that were negligible, but why risk it?
“Well, nice to meet you, Liam. My name is Robert,” the archer offered, nodding his head.
“Oh, right,” the swordsman remembered. “I’m Kyle.”
“My name’s Theodore,” the leader added, raising his hand with a smirk on his face.
“So, tell me honestly,” the archer, or Robert, continued, “are you new to delving?” the man asked bluntly. The other two seemed interested as well.
“Honestly?” he asked, humming a bit. “Kind of. I’ve done fighting before, but it wasn’t in delves like these,” he fully admitted. “What, did the new gear give it away?”
The leader’s eye twitched. “Dude… You have no experience?” he asked, looking absolutely scandalized and seemingly preparing himself to cut the deal they had made.
But Freddy was quick to shut that down. “I have the water affinity, and my Flowing strike is at stage one,” he stated. “I also have a rather advanced Hydraulic Flex, and I use Hundred Wet Hells as my tempering technique. I’ve been training unarmed martial arts, although, admittedly, I’m not the most talented at it, so I’ve been focusing on growing my abilities to compensate.”
One of the things he had learned in life was that, sometimes, the best thing to do was to tell the truth. Not all of it, but enough that people had no reason to be overly suspicious. Clear the doubts so that their curiosity didn’t reveal something he needed to keep hidden.
Besides, they would be delving. They should know who they were taking along for the safety of everyone involved, including himself. What if they decided to withhold something important, believing it to be too basic to say?
He wouldn't mind if they cut the deal at this point. It was better to walk away than to piss these people off by making them believe they had been bamboozled.
The reaction he got, however, wasn’t something he expected.
“Pffff—!” the leader snorted. “Come on, I get hyping your resume, but be realistic!”
“What?” he spluttered confusedly.
“An advanced Hydraulic Flex and Hundred Wet Hells. Hah!” he snorted. “Get a load of Young Master over here; do you think we were born yesterday?”
“Uh…” he muttered. “I mean, if you want me to demonstrate, I’d be happy to…?” he offered but didn’t know how.
“Okay, then,” the man said, amusement crawling over his face. “If you have Hundred Wet Hells, you shouldn’t be afraid of an arm-wrestling match with my buddy.”
Freddy rolled his eyes at that. This man must really like watching arm wrestling.
“Hell, with Hydraulic Flex,” the man continued, “you might even win!” he said cheekily.
He wanted to retort, but… he realized that saying, ‘I’m not the one who will get hurt,’ would sound just a bit too arrogant. Sighing, he turned to the swordsman, “Which is your dominant arm?”
The man answered, “Right.”
He nodded at him. “Same. So let’s both do left then. That way, even if you sprain something, it won’t hinder your swordsmanship.”
“Ooohohohoho,” the archer cackled, clapping his hands. “Those are some fightin’ words. I like this guy.”
“Okay then,” the leader said, shrugging with an expression that betrayed his anticipation. “Let’s get it on. Move all this shit,” he requested, moving the miscellaneous bottles and papers off the coffee table.
“Uhm,” he started, raising an eyebrow. “Is this alright? Won’t we get into trouble if we break the table?”
“Nah, don’t worry,” the man waved an arm. “They have nature-affinity personnel who can fix broken tables in seconds. Idiots like us are an everyday occurrence in these parts.”
‘Okay, then,’ he thought, hoping they didn’t snap it in two.
Although he was pretty strong, he was damn skinny. He had recovered a bit but was still quite a bit away from his bodybuilder days. A two-star physique had nearly twice the physical potential of a one-star, but he hadn’t really tapped much into it.
Still, he was 100% confident in his victory, even if the man had a powerful strength-related talent. The reason why was simple—he had a second star. Although his overall essence capacity was still only around 110% of the maximum a one-star could have, he could now double the essence consumption when using an ability. All he had to do was engage both stars at once. A hydraulic flex at twice the power would be more than enough to close the gap. He just had to make sure it wasn’t too noticeable.
The two adversaries got into position. Freddy tightly gripped the table with his right hand and clasped his left with the other man’s. The two men stared each other down, both doing a few tease pulls to psych their opponent out and lightly test their strength, and the tension around them grew.
People started whispering. Quite a few bystanders made their way closer, gathering into a small crowd of spectators.
At that moment, a small bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. The only reason he actually agreed to do this was to show that he could pull his weight. But, although he wanted to keep his secrets, he wasn’t at all averse to letting others know he was powerful. It wasn’t like he could hide it forever, anyway.
The party leader got into position. A few moments later, he swung an arm down. “Begin!”
Both men pulled.
“Gah!” he groaned, instantly having to resort to total physical exertion just to keep his arm from getting slammed down. No wonder they were so damn confident.
But… even without Hydraulic Flex, he was actually holding on. The man’s face was growing red, and he appeared sweaty, not that he was doing much better himself—if anything, he regretted not taking his stupid helmet off.
As the match progressed, it became increasingly evident that Freddy would lose. But it was happening really slowly. Although the man had already gained full advantage and brought leverage under his control, the rate at which Freddy’s arm dropped wasn’t particularly fast.
He wasn’t surprised; his endurance and willpower were extraordinary, so he could keep going unhindered even in the face of the pain and discomfort. But winning without Hydraulic Flex wouldn’t be possible.
Just as his arm was about to fall a bit too low for him to stand a chance of recovery, he activated his ability, using only a single star. It was as if the man suddenly became weightless. As the essence flowed through the water in his limb, it compressed and tightened his biceps while his grip on the table grew strong enough to make the wood crack.
The man’s entire body was rotated, and he was thrown bodily to the side as the back of his hand slammed into the table’s surface, shattering it into splinters.
For a long moment, the room turned deathly silent. Then, the cheering began.
***
For the fifteenth time, Freddy profusely apologized to Kyle. Given his talk about ‘risking party member’s injuries,’ he felt pretty guilty. Now, the man’s hand was being wrapped up in bandages by a rather angry-looking blonde woman, a water-affinity caster named Petra.
The other three party members had arrived, including a tall, bald Black man, Lance, who was an earth-affinity brawler; Petra, as mentioned above; and Beatrice—a red-head fire-affinity caster and Theodore’s wife, who was in the middle of an argument with him because he hired Freddy without consulting the entire party.
He looked down at his left hand, deep in thought. He had had absolutely no idea that Hydraulic Flex was that powerful. The time in the caves hadn’t provided him with enough opportunity to truly test it. But even without it… even as a freshly-ascended two-star and martial artist… should he really have strength comparable to someone with a dedicated talent for it?
No. The answer to that was no. Definitely not. Maybe if he had more muscle mass, he could justify it, but this—
“Excuse me,” Petra called, lightly tapping his forearm.
“Huh?” he said, turning to face her. “Oh, sorry; what is it?”
“We are starting the meeting,” she said blandly, eyeing him with blatant dislike, “So you should probably pay some attention if you’re still going with us.”
“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Right, I’m so sorry.”
“Hmph,” she snorted, turning back to face the others.
As they settled in their seats, there were many signs that their minds were still on the arm-wrestling match. Robert sneered at Kyle teasingly, Theodore tried not to under the baleful glare of Beatrice, Lance shook his head at them in disapproval, Petra still looked quite annoyed given that her fiancee had just gotten needlessly injured before a mission, and Kyle seemed deeply ashamed.
But as soon as Theodore opened his mouth and started the meeting, all that vanished instantly. Lives depended on solid preparation. There was no room for drama.
The realm they were delving into was a tricky one. Many realms were underground or had permanent nights or days, while others had some form of day-night cycle that might or might not resemble New Earth’s. Where they were delving was the latter, but it was the worst type imaginable.
The night was nearly pitch black, while the days were searing hot—and neither lasted a set amount of time. Both could last between fifteen minutes to over fifty hours, with no way to predict it and when it was time to swap, it happened in a snap. Bright days turned to pitch darkness, and depths of the night turned blindingly sunny in an instant—and if it happened during a fight, one better adapt fast.
Gorels lived underground, so they didn’t rely on their eyes much either way.
To make things even worse, the crimson twilight would appear every half a year to two years. Neither night nor day, it was a state where the sky grew blood red, and the gorels went insane. It was the only time the royal guards made their way to the surface, and an outright war between the hives happened.
Thankfully, the last time the crimson twilight appeared was two months ago, so there was minimal risk of it occurring for quite a while longer. But, unfortunately, that came with a significant downside—the cycles had been disrupted.
Gorels had queens that lived short lives, anywhere between two to three months, depending on the size of the hive—shorter in bigger ones and longer in smaller ones. Things got quite hectic when it was time for a new queen to be born.
Different monster species treated deviants differently. Some followed their species’ mightiest members, deviant or not. While others… got rid of them. For Gorels, it was complicated. They tolerated deviants most of the time, but in the few days when they swapped queens, the guards grew hyper-protective, resulting in all the deviants being chased out of the nest or killed.
The interesting part was that, in larger hives, while there were more deviants, the tunnels were too long for most of them to escape, while the smaller hives, which had fewer deviants, had far more of them make it to the surface due to the shorter escape paths.
Being around small hives who were swapping queens was insanely dangerous. It was also quite popular. Why? Because deviants, upon death, had a chance to manifest a prime vestige. Killing them was among the few ways primes could be acquired, and as Freddy had learned the hard way, primes could fetch a high price.
The first few months after a crimson twilight were always tricky. Hives sporadically lost their queens, and the cycles got more complicated to track. Fighting deviants might have been lucrative, but it was high risk, high reward. They could be all sorts of tricky, and for less experienced parties, it was best to avoid them with a wide berth.
That was the plan of the party Freddy was currently part of, and he had no objections. It was a sound plan. The chances of getting a prime were in the low single digits—an unwise gamble, given the danger involved.
Planning their route and dividing rolls took them less than twenty minutes. Both Beatrice and Petra were furious to discover that Freddy was on his first delve, and the only reason they hadn’t outright chased him out was because he was at least fully equipped and had proved himself capable enough to outmuscle their main muscleman.
Still, even though they decided to let him stay, they rigorously instructed him on what to do.
“Never go out of sight,” Petra repeated herself. “Always inform us of anything coming, even if you think we saw it. Don’t fight with us; you’ll only get in the way; even if you think we’re losing the fight, you shouldn’t get involved. We can’t use our abilities freely without all our members knowing the right cues and having the training to react to hearing them. If you still wish to act, expect to be hit by Beatrice’s fireball or Robert’s arrows. If something goes for the bags, it's your job to delay it until we can react. Fail to do this, and you’ll lose your cut. Do I need to repeat anything else?”
He thought for a moment, then shook his head.
“Okay,” she said. “Well then. I think we should get going.”
***
While he had been concerned about the earnings split, it turned out that his worries were for naught. They all had to confirm that they were in the same party, and the leader presented the shares with their consent while the clerk wrote them down. For a brief moment, he was worried that this process would reveal the name on his ID, but that was also something he didn’t need to worry about. While he did have to give his ID, it was only to document everything, and the name wasn’t shared with his party members.
As soon as they finished that, they walked down into the room. Almost immediately, an unpleasant tang in the air struck his senses. He recognized that smell. It was the smell of blood, and he could even sense the faint hint of charred flesh.
That brought up extremely unpleasant memories, but he showed no outward indication that it had upset him. It was easier to hide things when nobody could see his face. Eventually, they finally entered the lobby that directly connected to the passage.
The first thing that caught his eye in the main room was the massive portal on the other side. It was the most prominent passage he had ever seen, wide enough for ten people to walk side by side without much problem.
And through that passage, several people were dragging monster corpses.
They looked slightly smaller than he expected them to, but their description as edgy sloth monkeys was on point. Their fur collected into black spikes, and hints of red adorned their chests.
There were no cozy couches here, only hard benches and wooden chairs; on some of them, injured individuals were having their wounds treated out in the open. One of them had a massive gash along his stomach, and a part of his intestines was falling out.
‘Thank fuck that I decided to handle equipment before coming here,’ was the only thought Freddy had on his mind as he winced in sympathy as the person screamed at having their guts shown back into their viscera.
“Nasty day,” Theodore said. “Stay focused.”
Kyle, who looked more intimidating in his work mode, gradually shifted towards Freddy until he stepped beside him. “So… You also have a strenght talent then?” the man asked as if the answer was already evident.
Freddy’s lips tightened as he thought his words through. He had already prepared what he would say to others ahead of time. “Actually, no,” he said. “I have a regeneration-boosting talent.” Which was close enough to the truth that nobody would question it.
Even if someone noticed that his talent worked harder while he was fighting, he could always say that killing things or fighting made his talent go into overdrive or that he could manually boost the effectiveness sometimes or whatever. As long as he stuck close enough to the truth, it would be easy to justify discrepancies.
“Wow!” the man said, frowning in bemusement. “How the hell are you so strong, then?”
“Steroids,” he said simply, again stating a half-truth. “A lot of ‘em.”
The man winced at that. “Yeah, that makes sense.” Then, he asked, “You weren’t kidding about that Hydraulic Flex, though,” he conceded, chuckling. “That thing must be close to stage one, right?”
His lips yet again stretched into a line upon hearing that. It was actually only at around 30% complete. “Yeah,” he confirmed anyway.
“Man, you must have had—” the man tried continuing the conversation, but Petra intervened.
“Quiet back there. We’re entering the passage.”
Thus, they stepped through the massive entrance. It was day, luckily, and they walked out into the clearing. Trees had been felled, and a wide area had been cleared of growth. It was quite rocky, with many bushes covering the stones and medium-height trees jotting sparsely through the rough terrain.
Without hesitation, Theodore turned down their planned route, and they started their session in absolute silence.
Comments
Beeees!
Wow, these guys seem normal. Wonder what kinda fucked up blood sky shit is gonna go down
Robert Blaise
This is canon
kiwi
“Well, nice to meet you, Liam. My name is Robert,” The real Bobert??? NO WAY!!!
Tryptic
Very nice :D One note, I think this is the first time you have mentioned monkey royal guards. Might want to expand that sentence to hint at what they are; even if they were described earlier, the information didn't stick in my brain fully.
MO
Mannnn I just started last night and now I'm caught up. Write another 1000 chapters please!
Brian
So hyped!
vuduman78
Kyle seems like a pretty cool dude! Freddy might have actually gotten lucky!
