Sophia Garcia
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Riven took a moment to realize just what was being said here. Now that the initial shock of the new notifications had worn off, he pushed away the many unanswered questions to focus on only one. This was a question of morality. His sight shifted back to the girl being held in demonic claws at his left. Through the crack in the door he could tell that she was utterly terrified, and his heart truly hurt for her. How scared she must be, knowing she was mere moments from being eaten alive. The question was,…
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The highest-level Jabob demon had even acquired a class title of cultist. What was the difference between his own novice warlock class title and the cultist class? Damn it, he should have done more research on this stuff when he’d had the chance. All of them were likely much, much stronger than Riven, too. Even before identifying the largest creature, he knew that trying to fight that enormous lurker demon alone would immediately result in his death. No way he was getting into a fight with that thing…
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His searching had resulted in failure. He’d escaped the swarm but had then been chased again three times after that. The calm he’d initially experienced when first presenting here in the hellscape dungeon was now replaced with fight-or-flight situations every couple hours. First he’d run into a pack of red-skinned, fire-flinging imps; he’d he managed to kill three before getting out of dodge—and he picked up a level while doing it. Then he took a dive in the river of blood to get away from a pack…
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Pain flared across his chest like a hot iron, causing him to cringe. Yup, his ribs were definitely broken in at least one spot. It was painful to stand—let alone move around. It especially hurt when he leaned forward at all, so he did his best to keep his back straight and stiff as he walked over to the corpse. But, to his surprise, his body slowly started to regenerate. Small cuts and scrapes started to mend before his very eyes, his rib snapped back into place with a Riven was baffled. This was the…
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Thinking it foolish to seclude and potentially trap himself in that small, one-entrance room, he avoided it entirely and moved to hide behind an overturned table. His breathing was quickly steadied, and he charged another Blood Lance across his right arm as ribbons of red started peeling off his skin while he peered out around the edge of his concealment. Then, he waited. The swarm of flies overhead buzzed around the deathly still corpse. His heartbeat picked up. His eyes narrowed as he silently watched…
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Two hours later, Riven’s head hurt like crazy as the influx of knowledge was downloaded directly into his subconscious brain. Motions, internal activation sequences, and basic knowledge about the new spell flooded his mind and were implanted into his subconscious brain. The feeling was like a killer migraine, or better yet—like he’d been a ping-pong ball put into a glass jar and shaken around frantically for a good long while. He clutched his forehead after finishing the scroll and groaned, but he…
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Riven woke up on the floor of the room, next to the hole he’d fallen through, to see the large pool of blood beneath him was almost entirely drained. It left a long drop down, hundreds of feet, into a chasm where the body of the creature that’d attacked him was half submerged in what little of the blood remained. Where that blood had gone, Riven had no clue, but it’d simply vanished to reveal nothing but a holding pit for the monster without any real areas of interest otherwise. Perhaps he’d…
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*WHOOSH* Riven’s feet were swept out from underneath him as the floor abruptly lit up with green runes and gave way, a hole forming directly underneath where he stood. His eyes went wide, and he had mere moments before his body reacted to gravity’s pull, which sucked him downward into darkness. *SPLASH* Gasping and coming up for air, Riven found himself enveloped in a large pool of blood similar to the river he’d seen outside. Only this one was stagnant and placed in the middle of an enclosed,…
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Riven hadn’t realized it until just then, but the words coming out of his mouth were not in the English language. He was speaking…something else…and it was downright natural. It was as if he’d known this language his entire life. Confused, and not understanding how or when this particular bunch of knowledge had transplanted itself, he added it to the list of system tomfuckery that’d been going on over the past little while. With a creak, Riven turned the doorknob and pushed. A dust cloud came up…
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The warm, musty air filled his lungs as they expanded; the wooden bench he was sitting on felt grainy to the touch. His eyes adjusted to the light while his pupils dilated. His body felt…different, and the texture of everything was very focused as the transition ended. He found himself alone in an old, dusty room with crimson rays of light leaking in through ancient wooden shutters showing signs of rot. The entire place had a very creepy haunted-house vibe going on. Cobwebs lined the corners and…
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