Chapter 98: Day 220 – Stage 3 Space

“Properly no less than the bushes had been straightforward to identify,” I let loose a sigh as we hit a swamp. We had headed West from Esperanza, the dungeon pit within the grasslands. Now we had been in zone -4,-1 and it was deadlands at first, which become swamp.

The one monster thus far within the deadlands had been massive thick brown bushes, which I killed at a distance. Their greedy roots and arms made melee a nightmare. “About to change to a different zone, if I needed to guess,” Naran mentioned.

“Is it the shortage of bushes forward?” I requested.

“That helps.”

“I’m not seeing something, you?”

“Nope. Simply extra deadlands.”

“I hate thriller monsters. I actually hate them,” I muttered as I regarded out over the barren panorama. I used to be making an attempt to piece what was totally different about these deadlands than all the opposite deadlands I had checked out thus far.

It was not a easy factor. I shook out my shoulders and made certain my protect was on correctly. The dragon motif on the entrance had already been scratched up fairly badly from all of the assaults I had blocked thus far. I actually need to extend my power reserves and tank, so I might transfer away from a protect. A pure mage construct, assault from a distance.

I picked up a rock and threw it. Nothing. Shouting didn’t do something both. I slowly started to advance ahead via the deadlands. Naran was hanging again with directions to shout if he noticed something and level.

A beam of sunshine shot out of the bottom. I immediately introduced up my protect and head a scorching sound. I checked round my protect and a yellow hand had burst out of the bottom and had shaped pistol form at me. The index finger pointing proper at me, with the thumb sticking up. It fired once more and I blocked with my protect.

Acid Shot. I killed the monster. I left the crystal on the bottom as I walked again to Naran. “So?” I requested.

“It burst out of the bottom. Barely any warning.” I believed so. I checked my protect. The burn marks had been pretty deep.

“Properly, it is a dangerous space. Ranged assaults, blah.”

“We might push via or reduce to the East to the opposite zone with the bugs.”

“Bugs that swarm. Let’s head South, strive our luck on the rats, proper?”

“That’s what they mentioned, rats to the South.”

“I hoped the nook could be straightforward, however nope. Timber, fantastic. Magic arms, nope.” We acquired transferring again to the South.

“It was a pleasant assault. Very on level.”

“Don’t try to be punny Naran. In any other case, I should pun-ish you.”

“It’s a pretty troublesome pun-dertaking.”

“They received’t groan on me.”

“Alright I surrender, I don’t have any extra.”

“Victory is mine! Let my championship be recognized for 1,000 years and for my foes to delight in my greatness,” I proclaimed.

“A 1,000 years is a bit a lot. Let’s go together with a 100. It was a pun battle in any case.”

“High quality 100 years of greatness. Oh, look a tree.” I melted it and handed the crystal to Naran as we continued our trek South.

I pressed ahead. A darkish blue rat, Acid Shot. It died and picked up the crystal it dropped. It was a degree 3 crystal for certain, 450 factors. A wave of chilly buffeted me. There was no wind, but it surely felt prefer it was seeping into my bones and core.

I killed one other 4 rats earlier than I returned to the cart. I used to be shaking badly, and the chilly didn’t wish to go away my physique. “Not attainable.” I stuttered out. I sipped some water Naran gave me. It warmed me up, though the water had not been heated up. I used to be simply that chilly.

“At the very least you aren’t a whole fool. I really feel chilly simply you.” Naran poked my armor. “Yeah, there’s something unnatural occurring. That huge a temperature distinction however no wind, bizarre.”

“Like Minecraft. Self-contained biomes,” I replied.

“Properly, it seems to be like degree 3 is off the desk then.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Purchase winter clothes. Heavy parka to go over my armor. Additionally, pants, very heat and fluffy pants.”

“Ah. So again to Esperanza?” I nodded, as I lastly started to heat up a bit.

“Sure. It’s virtually darkish. We are able to observe the zone in the course of the evening. Tomorrow we’ll head again, after which return for the reason that monsters will probably be useless in a single day. Then I can work on clearing the extent 3 monsters and you may filter the orange rats.”

“They aren’t too dangerous. Nonetheless a variety of power, however I can grind it out.”

“Good. That is going to take some time. Anything we would want from Esperanza, since I don’t wish to have to return once more.”

“Blankets and wooden. Simply in case we have to begin a fireplace. Additionally, you must get a restoration, simply to see if there’s inner injury.”

“Good concepts. Good concepts. I have to kill about 60 degree 3 monsters to steadiness out a grind in a degree 2 spot. That ought to be doable. Hopefully.”

“Upgrades possibly?” Naran requested.

“I would want tens of millions of factors. Properly not that many, however they’re too costly in the mean time with how excessive my stat rely is. 4,100 factors per improve.” I recalled my stats.

Physique-180; Thoughts-60; Spirt-100; Notion-100; Aura-60; Rengeration-200; Endurance-50; Absorption-50 for a complete of 800 upgrades.

“My Physique is kind of excessive, however possibly increased?”

“Properly, possibly Endurance or Aura?”

“Perhaps. Aura although. That may be a little bit of thriller, any concepts?”

“No, no less than nothing to again any of it up.”

“Physique is the final physique. Thoughts is pace of considering, readability of thought. Spirit is the fuel tank. Notion are the senses and probably a hazard sense. Regeneration fills up the power fuel tank. Endurance might be linked to sleep and Absorption meals and water.” These had been my guesses thus far.

“That leaves Aura,” Naran mentioned.

“Sure, Aura. My guess is a few form of magic, power resistance. I haven’t famous my acid or different expertise getting any stronger. You?”

“Nobody I knew touched it after it didn’t do something. No thought.”

“Properly hopefully somebody again in Purgatory could have a greater thought as soon as we head again.”