C6 Trash Golem

Eddie flashed back into the game, his eyes full of hope and wonder. They darted around the room but found nothing. He looked to the where the golem once hung on the wall- it was gone.

He crept to the other room. He started hearing a small banging of cutlery and dishes. Then he saw a metal leg, it was moving very human-like. Though it scared him, it also intrigued him. He moved further round the bend, seeing a bony metal ass. It suddenly turned around. It’s bright red eyes stared at Eddie, making him uncomfortable.

“Good day, Sir,” the golem.

“You-you speak?” Eddie weakly mumbled as he stumbled a few steps back.

“Of course, you did give me a vibration crystal,” the golem replied. It sounded so obnoxiously British he thought the system had plucked a soul off the streets of London.

The golem was just over 6ft- taller than Eddie but that wasn’t hard. It’s body was covered in trash metal to act as armour as he intended it to. It’s face was emotionless, and it didn’t move its mouth when it spoke.

“So you’re real?” Eddie asked.

“Yes, Sir. You made me real.”

Eddie felt like he was about to cry. He stumbled forwards with his arms outstretched. “Hug me,” he murmured.

“What, Sir?”

“Just hug me,” Eddie repeated as he laid his soft cheek against the cold rusted metal on its chest.

“Of course, Sir,” the golem replied as it wrapped its arms around Eddie.

It had been a while since Eddie felt the touch of anyone. Regardless if it was cold and hard, he enjoyed the close proximity. Eddie’s hands gripped onto the golem’s back plates and he squeezed as hard as he could- knowing it wouldn’t hurt it.

“Si-”

“Shhh,” Eddie whispered softly. “Let it happen.”

Eddie suddenly pulled away, removing the lonesome thoughts from his head. “So you’re Frank right?”

“Yes, Sir. My name is Frank. I will serve you for as long as I live.”

“I can’t believe it worked,” Eddie said to himself. “You look amazing.”

Congratulations! The system has designed your golem.

(Frank) Trash Golem, Level 8.

Golem Menu

(Frank) Trash Golem, Level 8

Stats:

Strength: 14

Dexterity: 11

Armour: Light

Overall Condition of Golem: 94%

Current Operating Power: 98%

Core Durability: 11/36

Mana 104/104 (3.2M/s)

Skills: (1 slot)

“Woah,” Eddie said, dumbfounded. “You have 14 strength?!”

“Yes, Sir. I am made of metal.”

“That’s-that’s awesome!” Eddie exclaimed happily. His understanding of Frank’s stat sheet grew the more he looked at it. Operating power seemed to depend on what was the crystal powering; i.e, the vibration and sensor crystals. Eddie realised he could add much more if he wanted.

“I have made you some food, Sir. I do not possess the cooking skill but I believe that it is adequate due to our circumstances.”

“Um, sure, sure.”

Frank walked over to a dirty plate of food. He walked so strangely human it was frightening. “Here, Sir,” he said, holding up the plate in elegant butler- ‘ry’ fashion.

Eddie sunk his head back in horror. It was disgusting. The outside was completely blackened. It was the meat Eddie had left cooking- typical guy.

“I do apologise, Sir.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Eddie said as he examined the food.

{Burnt Trash Panda Meat}

Grade: Crude

Expiry Time: 36:42:11s

Effects: Nothing, lol.

Description: Terrible meat burnt to the point of calorie-less. It is just a lump of cancer.

Eddie took the plate and smiled weakly at Frank. He wanted the golem to go away but he was waiting eagerly for him to try it. “Ah-ha, bottoms up I guess.” His teeth bit into the dry and rubbery meat, he closed his eyes as he pictured eating sirloin steak and awaited the brutal assault. But it wasn’t tasteless, nor was it disgusting. It was-

DING! DING! DING! You have discovered a trait of the Trashmancer class.

Rotten foods that look inedible? Nope; the worse a food tastes, the better it is to you.

This works vice versa; the better a food tastes, the worse it tastes to you.

“Oh,” Eddie moaned. “This-this is sooooo good. Is that, paprika?” he questioned. Eddie, as white guy, really knew his spices. It all tasted so heavenly. It was like Gordon Ramsey had a love-child with the entirety of Jamaica and India.

“Ohhhh,” Eddie moaned again, tearing off a bigger portion.

“Do you like it, Sir?”

He paused mid-chew with his mouth open and nodded at the golem.

“Wonderful. What is it you would like to do today?”

“Give me a moment,” Eddie mumbled with a mouthful of food. He moved over and sat at his workbench. He moaned sensually as his stained teeth chewed into the blackened meat. Screw playing the game, he was going to screw thi-

After some filthy M-rated content, Eddie had finally finished the best meal of his life. He leaned back in a chair and extended his growing belly out. “Frank, that was the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”

“I’m glad you liked it, Sir.”

“Right, what was I doing?” Eddie questioned himself.

“Your plans for today?”

“Ohh, yeah. We need to find an exit out of the trash dump,” Eddie said, looking the golem up and down. “And you need a weapon.”

“You are right, Sir. Unfortunately, I do not possess the weaponsmithing skill.”

“Don’t worry about that, I should be able to make you one. What weapon do you want? It’ll be limited to what I can do.”

“Perhaps a distanced melee weapon, Sir.”

Eddie pouted in thought. “Like a spear?”

“Yes, Sir. Your brilliance knows no bounds.”

Eddie smiled, the ego boost was nice. “Should I… Start a montage?”

“No, Sir. You don’t want to overdo it.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Want to help me?”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Great, could you pass me that iron rod over there?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Eddie cracked his knuckles as he turned around to his workbench. He had never made a spear before but he thought it couldn’t be that hard. He was no blacksmith, but with the abundance of thrown out metal scraps he could easily make something. He took the iron rod from Frank and placed it down on the bench. It was the first time he had worked with iron before in-game. It was far tougher than the usual trash metal he had gotten used to working with.

He grabbed the mana saw and it whizzed to life with a few drops of his mana. As he started cutting into the top, he found it cut far slower. Nevertheless, he continued sharpening the front into a point. Since it was hollow, it wouldn’t act as a ‘stabby’ type weapon. He cut three slits in the top and then cut out a few hardened pieces of trash metal to jam in there. He welded them together and polished them off. It didn’t take him long at all, especially with his new skills that in total allowed him to work 15% faster. It wasn’t as noticeable to him but he managed it for 20 minutes.

Noice! You have created Iron Teethed Spear!

+15 EXP

Congratulations! You have learned T1 Passive Skill Weaponsmithing!

You didn’t smelt anything (like you’re meant to), but you still made a pretty good weapon.

T1 PASSIVE SKILL Weaponsmithing

Work 5% Faster on weapons (Note: this stacks)

You are allowed to craft up to Common Weapons.

This skill can only be levelled up to T1 Rank X. This skill also encompasses all weapon making but is also a foundation to acquire more specific weapon making skills.

{Iron Teethed Spear)

Grade: Crude

Durability: 24/24

Damage: 14

Description: A spear with three sharpened edges at the front. A deadly weapon for the crude tier.

Great Job! You have learned the Weaponsmithing skill!

He sighed. He was glad that he had made a weapon but at the same time it was still crude. He didn’t really care all that much that he had gotten a skill.

“Good work, Sir,” Frank complimented.

“Thanks, Frank. Just a bit frustrated since it’s still crude.”

“I understand, Sir. Perhaps if you go over it again it may boost the classification and damage.”

Eddie was not the type of person to like being told that, but it seemed absent of a second meaning. Frank truly only wanted to help him- which, in his life, was rarer than a legendary weapon.

“What do you think I should do then?”

“Perhaps a nice grip or polish the edges into a finer point. Coat it in the monster's blood.”

Eddie hadn’t thought about the gaming aspect of crafting weapons since he wasn’t a gamer. He could theoretically add anything he wanted- try new things or even throw random things at it.

“Here, Sir. This is the hide from a trash panda, I found it in the corner. Also, you could drench the blade in the trash panda’s blood.”

Eddie huffed with arrogance and intrigue- Frank was right. “I love you Frank.”

“I-I love you too, Sir.”

“Yeah, perhaps we shouldn’t say that to each other out loud.”

“Most wise, Sir.”

With new ideas forming in his mind, Eddie slammed the spear on the workbench and pulled up his trousers. He found that the hide had already been treated, he guessed it was down to the system. He started by sewing it together until he had made a long thin blanket. With Frank’s help, he started wrapping it around and drilled them in place.

“Nice job, Sir.”

Eddie held it up afterwards.

Way to go! You have enhanced Iron Teethed Spear!

+6 EXP

{Iron Teethed Spear)

Grade: Crude

Durability: 31/31 (+7)

Damage: 15(+1)

Description: A spear with three sharpened edges at the front. A deadly weapon for the crude tier.

It was a definite improvement, though it was still in the crude tier. He had absolutely no idea how the damage went up also. “Oh yeah,” Eddie mused. “MaGiC.” He placed it back down again and Frank brought over some of the meat from the fridge. He squelched it down next to Eddie and his mouth started to water. “Focus Eddie, c’mon.”

He started polishing the sharpened metal blades into a finer point and then he reinforced them once again with additional metal sheets. By the second, Eddie was adding damage- he just didn’t know it. He squelched the blood over the blade and it glowed softly.

“Something happened!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I believe so, Sir.”

You have enhanced Iron Teethed Spear!

+8 EXP

{Iron Teethed Spear)

Grade: Common

Durability: 31/31 (+7)

Damage: 23(+8)

Effects: Trash Killer I (+2% damage to all trash type mobs)

Description: A spear with three sharpened edges at the front. A deadly weapon for the common tier.

“What?!” Eddie exclaimed gleefully. “That is so fudging awesome! I’m amazing!”

“Indeed you are, Sir.”

Eddie grinned from ear to ear. “There you go my humble Frank, your very first weapon!”

“What a masterpiece,” Frank said, swinging it in his hands fairly fluidly.

He was glad at how it turned out. “We’ll head out now, I think I’ll need to make a map though.”

Frank suddenly raised his chin and stared at the wall. He placed the spear on his shoulder and said: “It’s time to take out the trash.”

Eddie smiled while breathing out a sigh of awesomeness. He was glad he added the cool catchphrases. “You’re right Frank, let’s go.”

The new duo headed outside. Eddie breathed in the lovely air around him. The smell of the dump reminded him of home and hope, and it tickled his adventure senses. “Stop Eddie, you need to get out of here. But it’s kinda nice. Think, Eddie, think! You're right, you're right.”

“Are you ok, Sir?” Frank asked, spear held firmly in his hand.

“Oh, yeah, I just talk to myself sometimes,” Eddie explained.

“Sir, perhaps we could schedule a trip to the psychologist or physical therapist to help clear your mind.”

“I’m fine Frank, genius needs a bit of crazy sometimes.”

“That is a rather good explanation, Sir.”

They arrived at the edge of the trash pit. To the right of him was the dungeon, and to the left was the vast lands of loose trash- bounding hills of all things known to Chronicles Of Fantasy.

“I think we should head left first. I’m not sure just how big this place is. Remember though, if you see a staircase or anything like that, tell me straight away.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Eddie breathed out as pulled his boots up. He was still a little nervous to head in there. Frank noticed.

“Sir, how about I go in front and you follow behind. You can direct me.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

They went straight forwards, following the edge of the dungeon but definitely not taking a step into it. Eddie wanted to reach the edge first to get a grip of where he exactly was. On the way, he found some old receipt paper and crayons. He started to plot out how far he had walked so far.

He was about to start drawing when suddenly, Trashman’s Sense highlighted something for him. “Ooo, what do we have here?” Eddie said, walking up to the flashing item in the loose trash.

{Leather Chestpiece}

Grade: Crude

Defense Rating: 19(-9)

Durability: 13/29

Description: A torn up leather chestpiece.

Eddie whistled. “Don’t man’ if I do,” he said, bending down to pick up the item. He pulled it out from beneath a few crates but what was left behind was a pair of glowing red eyes glaring at him. Eddie let off a high pitch scream and ran back to Frank; he jumped into his metal arms like a princess.

“M-m-monster,” Eddie stuttered.

“I can deal with it, Sir. Would you mind if I put you down?”

Eddie looked at himself and hurriedly climbed off Frank. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “Could you kill that monster for me, I’d do it myself but I’m a little rusty,” Eddie said, slapping Frank’s chest lightly.

“Of course, Sir. I believe if you add additional ranged support, it may be easier to kill.”

Eddie forgot he was now a mage with a kingdom destroying spell. He readied his palms upright, and let Frank cautiously approach the leather chestpiece. His metal feet crunched against loose trash as the golem walked forwards with his spear pointed downwards. Frank was not a spearman, but a spear would be easier enough to use.

“It’s just under that chestpiece,” Eddie confirmed.

“I’m aware, Sir.”

Frank slowly lifted the chestpiece up with his spear. It revealed the same eyes that Eddie once saw, but Frank didn’t scream like a girl. The red eyes leapt out of the hole but were quickly batted away by his spear. Eddie examined it.

Loot Mole, Level 8

It looked like one of those hairless cats that always had a stick constantly up their ass. Though its face wasn’t moody; it was hungry and viscous. It was only just smaller than the trash pandas, but the sharpened teeth and claws declared it was much more of a threat. It started to charge Frank; its weird flabby skin folding over itself upon the movement of its limbs.

“Get it, Frank!”

“Sir,” Frank calmly said. “Perhaps a ranged attack first?”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Eddie mumbled. “Trash Chute!” he yelled; making an iron man sound just after “Petchuuu!”

A rotten banana formed in the centre of his hands from the white light and was flung out at high velocity. It was a good shot; dead on target. It squelched against the loot mole’s face and covered its eyes in gooey gunk.

You hit Loot Mole, Level 8 for 4 damage (BLIND)

“It’s blinded, Frank!”

Frank suddenly, out of character, laughed maniacally. “You dare oppose me and my master!” he shouted.

Eddie took a step back while Frank charged forwards with nothing but an incentive to kill. He jammed the spear into the loot moles belly and hoisted it up into the air.

Frank hit Loot Mole, Level 8 for 33 damage (CRITICAL) (BLEED)

-1 damage

-1 damage

Frank laughed again. “You pitifully weak monster!” he shouted, slamming the poor little loot mole into the ground again. He took out the spear and pierced into its skull; twisting the three blades into its head.

“What the fudge,” was all that Eddie could say- he was horrified. He expected Frank to kill it, but not brutally murder it.

Why are you surprised? You told me to give him anger issues.

“When did I say that?!” Eddie questioned out loud as Frank continued beating the dead monster to within an inch of its after-life.

You said:

“Uhhhh- uhhhhh- AHHHHH. He has- urm I don’t know, an-” Eddie said on a recording.

“What?! How did you get anger issues from that?” Eddie questioned angrily.

‘An’-ger issues.

“Grrr,” Eddie grunted, “Really? An- you got anger issues from an?”

Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

“Wha-wha-wha what?!” Eddie stuttered as he aggressively rubbed the top of his head. He forgot what he was going to say. Frank stopped eventually after quadruple checking the monster was dead.

“Urm, Frank- buddy?”

Frank was strangely breathing heavily, his upright posture was slouched and he held the spear like a toothpick. There was blood staining his entire metal frame. All of a sudden, he stiffened his back and held the spear appropriately.

You have slain Loot Mole, Level 8.

Rewards:

+11 EXP

4 Copper

x3 Loot Mole Skin

x2 Loot Mole Meat

“It is done, Sir.”

“Are you… Ok?”

“Fine, Sir. I sometimes… Lose myself in the moment- my apologies.”

“It’s ok, we can work on that.”

“Thank you, Sir. Would you like for me to butcher the monster for you?”

“What- butcher?”

“Yes, Sir. You gain the basic loot upon killing a monster. To receive the fullest of rewards, you should butcher it.”

Eddie didn’t fancy sifting through its guts and what not- he’d probably throw up. “Go ahead.”

DING! DING! DING! Your Trash Golem, Level 8 (Frank) has learned the T1 Passive Skill Spear Mastery.

T1 PASSIVE SKILL Spear Mastery

+5% Damage when using a spear.

This skill can open up further skills upon levelling.

Note: Your golem only has one slot available for a skill. To allow your golem to acquire more, upgrade the core.

“Way to go, Frank!” Eddie exclaimed. “You got a skill- oooo, I need to clean you off.”

“Here you go, Sir,” Frank said.

Harvested Items:

x2 Loot Mole Eyes

X21 Small Bones

X1 Loot Mole Brain

Thankfully, he managed to put them in his inventory without touching them. He grabbed a cloth from the ground and started wiping down Frank. “God, it really got everywhere,” Eddie remarked as he threw the blood drenched cloth back on the ground.

“Should we carry on, Sir?” Frank offered.

Eddie grabbed the torn up leather chestpiece and put it on. “Yeah; what do you think?”

“Stylish, Sir.”

Eddie grinned.

Debuff

Smelly III: -6(-3) Charisma

Eddie grinned again, that was no longer a debuff- it was a power up. He had gotten +3 Charisma just for not showering. He thought there might be something wrong with it as it encouraged to stay dirty.

“Ah, screw it, it’s only a video game,” Eddie stated, filled to the brim with excitement. He was now finally getting some stat points behind him.

“Sir, are you talking to yourself again?”

“Nooo- yeah, you’re right, I was- my bad.”