Second World Chapter 20
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The journey was smoother than expected. It took him just two days to arrive at the central district where the Trigitech building was located, much faster than when he was on his way out of the city. He didn't encounter anybody along the way, just more monsters, which he continued to kill without bothering to circumvent. This brought his Magician class to level 9.
The closer he got to the building, the higher the monsters' level was. When he was just a couple of blocks from his destination, he finally met a different type of monster. It was a small size humanoid being, with a bald head and sharp nose. It had skin of green color and wore ragged shirts. It traveled around in a pack of five, like a group of small children playing around holding clubs and daggers. He would recognize this typical RPG monster anywhere, but to make sure, he did a scan using his God-eye monocle from a safe distance.
Goblin (Basic monster, humanoid)
Level 10
HP: 800
Yep, it was Goblin, all right. Its HP was rather low for a level 10 monster, but probably it got compensated with other strengths. He was considering if he should start a fight with this group to test out the monster's capability, but there were five of them. He would prefer a one on one if it was a new monster. He decided to take a detour to see if he could encounter a lone Goblin.
In his search, he had encountered other Goblins three times. All of them were in groups, with the smallest size had four Goblins in it. After concluding that he would not find a lone one, he decided to go for the pack with four Goblins. He followed them around and make sure through his radar that other packs were not nearby. It would be a catastrophe if he was surrounded and had to deal with multiple packs at the same time.
When he considered the situation was safe enough, he approached the pack. Once he was in range, he cast Energy Bolts. Strands of mana emerged from his staff and condensed into four glowing bolts, they then shot out in different directions, each chasing after one Goblin. When they rammed onto the four monsters, each of them receiving damages ranging from 12 to 16.
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The impact from the energy bolts caused them to lose balance and unable to react for an instant, Jack took this opportunity to come up to their side and immediately performed Swing. It slashed through three of the monsters, taking out another chunk of life from them, and threw them back. One Goblin which got away from Swing immediately retaliated. Jack turned from offense to defense and cast Magic Shield to block the Goblin's dagger before he counter-attack with a Power Strike.
The other three Goblins promptly came back to support their comrade once they got back to their feet. Their speed and strength were not threatening. Even though there were four of them, with his overpowering attributes, Jack didn't find the fight to be challenging. It was like a grown-up man bullying four children. After around three minutes, he managed to kill one of the Goblins. This should be over in another minute or two, he thought.
However, when one of the Goblins fell, the others started to make weird noises. They stomped and screamed and whacked their weapons to the ground. Jack was confused by their erratic behavior, he stood a distance from them, hesitating if he should continue to attack. Then he noticed some movements in his radar. To his disbelief, he saw multiple red dots started to move towards his location in a hurry.
F**k me, they were calling for reinforcements! He cursed in his mind. There were three packs that were rushing to this place. It must be the monster's skill that was triggered when one of their buddies died. He considered retreating, but before he could make a move, the three half-dead goblins darted towards him. They each took different sides to surround and prevent him from escaping. They didn't seem to be concerned when Jack hit them, they kept their positions as if using their lives to keep him from running away.
"Goddamnit. Piss off!" He yelled as he did Power Strike on the Goblin with the lowest health. The skill took out the remaining life of that monster. With that Goblin died, it created a gap in their encirclement. He immediately bolted, there were a combined number of almost twenty Goblins if those three packs arrived, he wouldn't be able to take them all on.
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He looked at his radar and considered which route to take so as not to bump into the oncoming pack, while the two remaining goblins from the first pack chased after him.
He weaved around the neighborhoods, but the layout ensured him to meet either one of the packs that were approaching. After trying to recall the maps around this place and make some calculations, he decided to head further towards his destination, the Trigitech building. If he moved away back to where he came from, he would meet two packs instead.
He could see the approaching pack already, there were six of them in the pack. He cast Energy Bolts to stop the four on the left as he ran to the right. The other two that were not hit came after him. With the pack separated, it allowed him more ease to deal with the two and got past them. He continued running, with eight Goblins in tow behind him.
When he was closed to Trigitech building, he noticed on his radar that the two furthest packs had stopped moving and just loitered around the place where he had fought the first pack before. Seeing it, he realized that unless he came into their line of sight, the called packs would only move to the place where their comrades called for them in the first place. With this realization, he stopped running and turned around.
"I know how to deal with you lot now," he said with a grin.
Dealing with eight Goblins he considered should still be manageable. He cast another Energy Bolts which had come out of cooldown, and followed with Mana Bullet towards one of the two remaining first Goblins he fought. They were near death's door already.
That one Mana Bullet killed the monster and reduced his opponents to seven. He was expecting the other Goblins to make that weird call skill to summon the other packs again, but they remained quiet. Maybe their skill also had cooldowns? He thought.
Either way, he didn't let the opportunity slipped away. He charged into the group and used Swing to hit as many targets as he could, and then fought ferociously to whittle away their health. He also got hit several times. It was inevitable, he was not those martial art prodigies who could evade every attack. However, the damage he received was negligible. His health and endurance were much higher than a standard level ten, hence he was not in any dangerous condition throughout the fight. He picked on the ones with the lowest health. With each Goblin fell, his struggle became much easier.
When the group was left with three Goblins, they made the weird call again.
Perhaps it was not cooldown? Maybe the skill only triggered when their number went down to below four? He thought about this after seeing their actions.
The two packs that were loitering in his radar made their moves again. Fortunately, no other additional packs appeared. These four packs should be the only ones available around here. As long as he didn't travel too far, he should only need to deal with these lots.
As before, the remaining three Goblins tried to hinder him from running away. He was not as perturbed as before anymore. He focused his attack on one of them to take them out, and then utilizing the gap to run away again. He looked at his radar and considered a route that would let him intercept one of the incoming packs without alerting the other.
He moved towards there while continued to cast his range spells onto his three pursuers, every chance he could. By the time he encountered one of the approaching packs, his pursuers had diminished to only one left. There were five Goblins in the new pack, together with his pursuer they became six. He had a much easier time dealing with them compared to prior.
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Log Entry: 1011 Year: [Redacted] By: Cristabel [Redacted] Unit: KWSC Division: Valkyrie One Report: Black Site Alpha 3 compromised. I Repeat, Alpha 3 is compromised. Hostiles, identified as the Alliance, overrunning all security measures. All research data wiped from all stations and copies secured by Old Man and the Hell Hounds. They're en route to rally point [Redacted]. Valkyrie One and Saber Two making their last stand to buy time. [Redacted] personnel remain, but will be lost to cover Old Man's escape. May winds of glory guide their way. The old man a true veteran of the battlefield. Been everywhere. Done everything. Now he's running for his life, with the Kids and data his sister died for. He's fucking pissed. The alliance who messed with him is going to pay. He'd ensure it. But little did he know that he might just get wrapped up in a war greater than any other he has fought, because this time the Wilds is on the verge of collapse, not just The Imperial Warmongers. Will, he able to pull off this seemingly impossible task? Or will he fail? PS: I am new at writing and this is my first attempt at this. Any criticism or suggestions is appreciated. Hope you enjoy the story. I am really slow at writing so I apologize in advance for the time between chapters.
8 192Shadowrun: Blake Island School of Magic
It's a high tech, low life. It's the Seattle Metroplex in 2074. It rises like a steel and concrete cancer out of the earth. Poverty is rampant, corruption is everywhere, crime is out of control, corporations basically control everything, the old United States is fractured, magic has come back and now it turns out that humanity has been joined by elves, dwarves, orks and trolls. The old world ended but the rent is still due. Life goes on. You'd be surprised what people can adapt to, especially if they don't have a choice. One of the places where life goes on is just west of Seattle. Surrounded by the waters of the Puget Sound is an island. On that island is the Blake Island School of Magic. A decade ago it was known for producing some of the most talented awakened in the world. That reputation was hijacked by the wealthy corporate elite who now park their teenage children there. And since it's a boarding school, their parents mostly forget about them. Three young people, who are certainly not wealthy or elite, are chosen this year to attend this school of magic in hopes of revitalizing their reputation for talent. One from the ash drifts of the Puyallup Barrens, one from the most densely populated slum hive in the world and one from prison. This is their story. -- This story is set in the Shadowrun universe. If you're not familiar with Shadowrun, it mostly tells the stories of deniable mercenaries called shadowrunners in a cyberpunk dystopia. Instead of telling another story solely about shadowrunners, this story will tell the tale of young people navigating a world that is indifferent to them at best and actively hostile at worst. Shadowrunners will be in the story and we'll see them operate, but they won't be its main focus. This story originally began in 2017 as a passion project and continues to this day on the Somethingawful.com forums. The unedited version is over a million words strong. There are currently seven books in this series and I am currently in the process of editing them. If you read this story then you won't lack for content. -- The Topps Company, Inc. has sole ownership of the names, logo, artwork, marks, photographs, sounds, audio, video and/or any proprietary material used in connection with the game Shadowrun. The Topps Company, Inc. has granted permission to the Blake Island on Royal Road to use such names, logos, artwork, marks and/or any proprietary materials for promotional and informational purposes on its website but does not endorse, and is not affiliated with Blake Island on Royal Road in any official capacity whatsoever.
8 164Reaper of That Which Was Sown
A tale of one turned from man into god. It follows Jack, who becomes a victim of fate's cruel plot. Over his journey he does many extraordinary feats, undergoes many trials, and learns many important lessons. Every bit of his journey is a part of his destiny, his destiny which will be told. He unsuspectedly was drawn into something far larger than his mind or any could imagine. He was drawn into the Universe, by an unknown force, to do their bidding. He goes along with this for a long while but gains motives of his own. Will he defy those he calls Masters, or will he continue being their puppet.
8 155Trollhunters: Journey To NewHeartstone! DISCONTINUED
it's set after the end of season 3.
8 140Ned (The weakest species)
A peaceful world was suddenly invaded by monsters, changing the whole civilization as a result of it. Monsters such as Dragons, goblins, and other species riddled the whole planet and humanity as a result was pushed far back, to the brink of destruction.In these times of crisis, however, something unexpected happened. A strange energy was discovered which we called mana; it enabled our body to become far stronger and defeat those monsters; that event marked the beginning of the Evolutionary Era.We stood our ground and fought back.Now? If you don't have any money, you could just hunt some monsters to trade for their cores. Some were happy because their fantasies came true. But most were not. A boy named Ned lived with his family in a city surrounded by war, called Grendan. More than six hundred people died there every day, and Ned's father, mother and sister were included in that number. Ned cried and bled. He swore and promised to the monsters who created this mess, "You Fuckers! Even if it takes my life, I will extirminate you!"This, was the beginning of the new era.
8 210The Aspect of Fire
Wilhelm woke up and was immediately confused, even before he opened his eyes. Through some twist of fate the data-entering grunt was pulled into another world, one containing terrifying people wielding magic powers beyond what he thought possible, and - somehow comparatively less horrifying - actual monsters. The only saving grace is that through his transference, he has become one of those terrifying people, and he's not sure how he feels about it yet. Oh, and he landed on a boat. Branded a Sylum for the way others unlucky enough to be pulled across the fabric of space tended to go insane after arrival, he will need to navigate a land unlike his own in seemingly every way except for the flaws, all while attempting to maintain his morality, and more importantly, his sanity. With his crew at his side and disconcertingly dangerous magic proportionate to his physical ability, it will not be easy.
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