Solo Player Arvin Chapter 32
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'Lopt?' Arvin said as he heard the voice of a man with a British accent in his mind.
{DING DING… Correct answer! So how are you, my dear apostle? And why f**k are you naked? Did I barge on you in your happy hour?} Lopt asked.
'Do I look happy to you?' Arvin asked in an annoyed voice.
{Don't know, but you also like to clean shave there eh?}
{Samesies…}
'No!... the hair didn't just vanish after I drank that potion that you gave me' Arvin said. By this time he had gotten up on his feet. Now he was getting his clothes from the inventory so that he could get dressed.
{Good for you. I have heard ladies don't like the jungle these days. So what are you doing?}
'I have just completed the quest… My life may be in danger, so I will find a place to hide for now' Arvin said. Now he had fully dressed up. His chest was still paining, but he endured through it and started walking out of the warehouse he was in.
{Wait… which quest did you complete? I have not given you any quest in the last 3 months.}
'I completed the quest in which I have to make Alman pay some compensation.' Arvin said.
{That! You just completed that? Wait, are you still on the 1st floor?}
'Yeah genius.' Arvin said.
{You slowpoke! Didn't you get my quest about the race? If you spend more than 6 months on a floor, then how the hell will you finish the race first?}
'I don't even know what that race is even about. I don't know who I am competing against. And here you are coming out of nowhere and annoying me.'
{Watch your tongue boy! You are alive because of my powers}
'Yeah, I will personally say thank you for that. But first I need to get out of here.' Arvin said.
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Then he came out of the warehouse. As he came out he could see people running from here to there on the road in front of the warehouse. Arvin looked at the well-made road in front of the warehouse. With that, he was able to confirm that he is the inner circle of the city. Arvin then thought he should look for shelter, for now, then he would decide what to do next.
Arvin then after a few minutes of walking, was finally able to reach the main north road of the city. Usually, by this time, this place is bustling and would have been a bustling crowd. But now there was panic everywhere. Some people were running from here to there, there was a fire from place to place, children were crying and soldiers were marching down and up the road. Seeing this scene Arvin felt bad. After all, he was the one that caused this mess…
Arvin tried very hard not to show anyone that he was hurt. If someone started asking about how he got hurt, he would have to lie and make up a story. It could have many loopholes in it, so just to be cautious, Arvin acted like he was fine. He walked straight and without any expressions of pain on his face.
And soon while walking he reached the inn in the inner circle that he had booked 1 week ago. He booked as a contingency plan for that beggar old man. In case he needs a place to stay after the heist he had booked a room in this inn. Thanks to the slive pouch that he stored from the underground arena he didn't have to worry about the funds anymore.
While the whole inn was panicking about the sudden attack, employees of the inn and guests were running from here to there, Arvin slowly walked towards his room without gathering any attention. And as he reached the room, he started thinking about what he should do about the pain and how to fix his ribs….
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{Have some sleep boy. It would be helpful. Because of my potion and your training, your body has changed a little bit}
{The small crack in your rib cage will heal itself in 36 hours or so. You should sleep till then}
'Are you insane? Do you think that sleeping for 36 hours will be a good idea? I need to get out of here.'
{I just went through all of your memories. I know what you did. Don't worry, nobody thinks that you are a culprit. Just lie down and have some sleep. If something happens I will wake you up.}
'Are you sure?' Arvin asked. Due to his pain and the fatigue due to his transformation, this idea of Lopt felt very tempting to Arvin.
{I am sure. Go and sleep on the footpath.}
'Ok fine.'
Arvin then went to bed and lied down. And as soon as he lied down and closed his eyes, he fell asleep.
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When Arvin woke up, he felt refreshed. He felt hungry but other than that he felt very good. His chest pain was gone and he was able to move properly. He was also feeling a sense of accomplishment, that he was able to get back at someone. He was never able to get revenge on anyone who did something bad to him. But now he felt really good as he was able to make Alman pay.
But he still started thinking that Alman may have been a bad guy, but he did not do anything to Arvin. He may have tried to sell him but…
{Yeah. He tried to sell you. That is why your revenge was worth it.}
'You are still here?'
{Yeah.}
'Lopt. I am sorry. That time I didn't mean . I was just in a lot of pain.' Arvin apologized. He felt really bad. He was being rude to the being that helped him in making his dream come true.
{Forget about it boy.}
'Still, I feel bad. Is there any way that I could make it up to you?'
{Well you could always win the race.}
'I will try my best then… By the way, how are you still here? I thought you cannot talk to me for more than a certain period.'
{That was true. But not anymore.}
'Huh? Why?'
{Well as you are my apostle I could tell. It is because I cheated… *HEHE*}
'You cheated?'
{Yeah. I paid some bribe here and there and boom. Now I am here.}
'You are here? Does that mean that now you could talk to me like Dobby?'
{Yeah. And Dobby is no more. That a$$ could have told the GM. So I erased him.}
'You erased him? Ok…'
{Yeah, we don't need him. Now as we both are now combined, we together will win the race}
'But why did you erase him? I mean he was also helping me. Why did you come here personally?'
{Kiddo do you understand the difference between s*x doll and a bi*bo}
'Yeah.'
{Well Dobby was a s*x doll. He was not real. I, on the other hand, am real. And like any Bi*bo out there I will be on your call 24/7}
'So was he…'
{Oh you mortals. I sometimes forget how idiotic you guys are. He was an A.I. I on the other hand exist. And I am not bound by any rules…}
'Wait a sec… Are you trying to say to me, that you will give me answers to the question that Dobby was not allowed to give?'
{That is correct kiddo. Not only that I can give you all of my knowledge. All of my power. And the only thing that you have to do is… CONQUER YGGDRASIL}
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