Sophia Garcia
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Zarian had a mug of water filled with ice cubes tipped to his mouth. He chugged away while looking up at the group notification. His personal level went up to 24. Naomi gained a level. Bianca, Hannah, and Gilbert gained two levels, drawing them closer to choosing classes. Hannah was the closest at Level 9. The side quest she’d received for her enchanting pushed her up the levels quickly. It was as if the System wanted Hannah to get a class and show off some stronger abilities dealing with…-
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Zarian handed the medallion to Naomi, the item shining under the faint sconce lights. Its seven gems and intricate engravings drew the eye. Its solid weight meant it was real and worth more than anyone could imagine. It was a divine item, after all. “Have it joined with your soul,” Zarian ordered. “With this, you get a second shot. Once a week.” Naomi looked hard into Zarian’s eyes. “Sir, no.” “Naomi, you’re my friend and the closest to me other than Ariana. And you already know I…
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“Well, that’s just interesting,” Zarian said, raising five out of six goblin skeletons. He’d prepared for an eighty to sixty percent failure rate since skeletons were harder to raise than fleshy undead. Instead of a high failure chance, he had a high success rate. His reanimated goblin skeletons rose and stripped off their flesh like throwing aside their clothes. Skin, muscle, tendons, organs, everything sloughed off like goopy, melted ice cream. Whatever still clung, they tore off easily with…
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Gilbert would’ve been permanently dead if he hadn’t arrived in the Infinita Star System with an Uncommon trait: Extra Life. It only extended his life a little longer after death. So even when he was technically dead, his life energy persisted for a time. He remained conscious inside his dead body, unable to move, breathe, blink, or do anything. It would’ve been a nightmare if he didn’t have access to Basic Healing, which was harder to use in this state. Pressing that quasi button inside him to…
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Zarian felt his heart thumping as he studied the grimoire for a new spell. The geometric symbols were stamping themselves into his brain. The runic text was telling a story about the first necromancers and the use of bones, which was vividly illustrated in his imagination. Once Zarian reached a threshold for learning a new spell, the grimoire was more than eager to dump the knowledge on him. Apparently, there were different schools of necromancy. His grimoire preferred skeletal necromancy. Raising…
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Zarian armed everyone with dark swords except himself. For the sake of simplicity, each sword was the same copy. They were long enough for added reach without being detrimental in tunnels and enclosed spaces. Zarian figured everyone had to be more careful with the potential fights to come. Wally’s death kept them all grounded about the reality of their situation. Para was their best problem-solver right now. She was a good meat shield. She could scout. She acted quickly, could strike in multiple ways,…
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Things were in working order because of Sergeant Washington handling the group with an iron grip. Or was she a Staff Sergeant now? It had been a while since he’d last seen her. She still intimidated Zarian a little with her no nonsense personality. At least she looked great and was still the same gung-ho woman who always had his back. She’d helped him get into the Marines despite his issues, after all. He noticed Para showing off more range and control. He wondered if skill levels influenced the…
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A new gold notification popped into Zarian’s awareness. Before he digested what it meant fully, shouts and screams sounded off from the group. They were all standing close in a circle while looking down. At their feet was a police officer. He wasn’t moving anymore. Then again, Zarian had officially become overpowered. Even blunt strikes could be deadly on anyone lower level than him. The dead man might’ve had broken ribs and terrible internal bleeding. Zarian didn’t have the emotional bandwidth…
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He felt like he was about to fall over and kick the bucket soon. He stayed up because the people he’d yanked into this cavernous room would die if he didn’t take responsibility. It didn’t take him long to believe it was his duty to protect them. Even the police who had shot him. He had no hard feelings toward them, really. He’d done some freaky stuff at the mall that would’ve scared anybody. He was self-aware enough to acknowledge that. He had to be self-aware to be somewhat functional. Or…
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While Zarian was ignoring his bloody problems and feeling hyped over his golden advancement, his former high school peer was doing all he could not to piss himself. The former peer’s name was Jack Masters. He was the one who’d called mall authorities on Zarian prior to the shooting, chaos, and portal madness. Jack had warned them of a ‘dangerous, deranged, and likely armed’ man sitting on a bench across from the koi pond. Jack had reported as many details as possible to urge the police to move in…
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