Sophia Garcia
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After facing Naomi’s anger, Zarian had Para guide everyone to a bathroom with a working sink, toilet, and shower. They washed their hands, cleaned off their faces, and picked off pieces of flesh and chitin from their bodies. Then they dove into the food and drinks in the banquet room. The food was cold, but it tasted good after having bug-meat for a long while. It was nothing like Foodie’s cooking, of course. Bianca burst into tears and made an oath to become stronger just so they could free Foodie…-
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Naomi felt like she was having a strange and secret affair with a man-spider while he twirled her around and gave her pointers on her ballroom dancing. She couldn’t help but wonder how they’d went from teaching her stylish walking to this fancy fantasy tango. Naomi figured this was the price she had to pay to support Zarian and her party’s main quest, overcoming the Grimrock Warlock and securing the legendary critical asset, Foodie. Sacrifices had to be made. Then again, Ekri the Tailor could be…
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Zarian found himself in a more extravagant atrium that hyped up the themes of the White Spider Dungeon. There was no doorway behind him. It was as if he was repositioned by magic the moment he’d stepped into the boss’s room. Thankfully, his Parasite Cloak and the goblin skeletons were with him. The concave ceiling was higher. It was covered in a glistening array of crystal webs that shone mainly white with tiny hints of other vibrate hues. It was like an entire universe shaped into a complex web.…
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“Hit me with the raaaaaah! Ahhhhhhhh! Yaaaaaah!” Zarian shouted, followed by other nearly unintelligible phrases as he slowly split his mental bandwidth to channel two spells at the same time. The human mind, at least at his level, wasn’t made for this. Not without the System’s help. The System allowed for multiple skills to function at the same time. It didn’t assist much with Zarian’s multi-spell attempts. Zarian didn’t care and kept risking permanent brain damage anyway. He felt like he…
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Gilbert wondered how long this dungeon journey would last until Zarian was satisfied. Then he shook that thought out of his head before looking up to see Loner gesturing for them to follow again. A few minutes later, Gilbert saw two red dots on the mini-map. One spider rushed them from the start. Loner dashed forward and landed a single punch that sent the spider skittering back like a bull rammed into it. The goblin skeleton didn’t let up on the bony fist-pummeling until he turned the spider’s face…
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Gilbert wanted to believe that all of this madness was part of God’s plan, the one from the original world who started with a capital G. He believed this desperately. But damn did it feel like joining up with Zarian and taking his orders was letting a horse run buck wild in a small diner. Sometimes Gilbert had to catch himself from acting as a proper twenty-nine-year-old man with the urge to wrangle a young twenty-one-year-old knucklehead. Who wouldn’t want to while listening to Zarian Darkrun? At…
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There were fuzzy spiders the size of Zarian’s head that had Level 1 in their profile info. Most of them would crawl away when the party walked near them. They were harmless. Bianca stifled a scream each time she saw them. Zarian found more interest in the living slimes that rolled across the ground at a snail’s pace. Those things were also Level 1. Zarian, Bianca, Hannah, and even Gilbert watched the slime roll around. The slime picked up small rotten scraps of a dead critter and ingested it inside…
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“Why does it say decide the fate of the Slave Cook?” Bianca asked, looking up. They all were. The quest notification for the entire group hovered over their heads. The group had reached a break in the wall depicted on the map. Incredibly, they hadn’t encountered any corrupted goblin patrols. The map’s notes and directions were neat and easy to follow, leading them down small, rarely used passageways and alternate routes away from the main paths. From this break in the wall, they would leave…
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As Zarian and Naomi wandered around the kitchen, Gilbert, Bianca, and Hannah spoke in hushed murmurs. Zarian didn’t bother to strain his hearing to listen in on them. He imagined they were more religious. Hearing all of that stuff about gods and goddesses, champions and heroes who were practically demigods, and some slumbering jerk called the First Destroyer Evil King whatever, well, all of that was probably a lot for their old world sensibilities. Zarian stopped by the storage chests with the glowing…
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Zarian woke up from a dreamless sleep and kept his eyes closed. He didn’t move much at first, enjoying the luxury of being alive, warm, and not starving. He slowly wriggled his fingers and toes, and he shifted around bit by bit. Some of his pains remained, like the bullet lodged into his back right shoulder, and other chronic problems. He hadn’t received any healing from Gilbert. Not yet, at least. And Bloody Lifesteal didn’t help further than needed, leaving scars and aches. If he asked Gilbert…
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