《Spatial storage of all things ( Dropped )》Eventful week
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While Luke was pretending to sleep, someone entered his tent. It was Isabella. She stood in front of him and bent over to better see his sleeping face. Then after a while, as if she made a great decision she began to undress and came over Luke who, thinking that she was his type anyway let her do whatever she wanted, he just profited of this moment to test something out...
The next morning, Luke woke up next to a naked Isabella. As if she sensed that he was awake, she also woke up and when her eyes met his, she wore a big grin on her face as she asked " Well, how was my body? Felt good being raped in your sleep? " She decided to tease him the moment she woke up. Luke, still with his usual cold face frowned then sneered " You're worse than expected. I felt literally nothing. " Isabella's smile grew wider and smugly continued " Well, you were asleep so it's to be expected... But if you want to know, I had the time of my life! "
With no change in expression, Luke told her off " tsk... good for you. Now if you're finished, then f*ck off "
"Why? So cruel...You wanna know something though? Yesterday, I had a rock-paper-scissors match with Steve. I won, you know what was the stake? " Isabella asked with an eager expression as if she immediately wanted to tell him.
Luke's cold, expressionless face grew a few black lines as he replied: " I think I guess..."
Still, with a smile, Isabella brought more details " If I won, your front would be used, if I lost, your backside would be used. Thankfully for you, I won so rejoice! "
' You should be the one to rejoice, if you lost, I would have had to go to another CHG, alone. '
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He shook his head then looked coldly at her again with killing intent "Finished? now f*ck off. "
" Wow, that's not something that bothers you? Well, I might just tell Steve that he actually has a chance... Haha, see you later! " Saying her piece, she left.
Luke rolled his eyes but immediately shook of this useless conversation from his thoughts and thought of more important things. ' Let's see how this experiment went '
....
Days of the third quest passed by. Each day, people died and others joined. With this 'polishing' method, stronger and stronger people remained.
On the third day of the quest, the hobgoblins became diversified with warriors, archers, assassins, mages, and gunmen. The mini-boss was a yellow-skinned ogre who had the wind element. It was a mage who created whirlwinds and wind blades. It was the day with the most casualties yet because of its special ability that trapped them in an especially fierce whirlwind, from which they couldn't escape.
Because of this, they were teleported to another CHG the next day.
That said day, they came to know that they faced stronger mini-bosses than others, so they had more rewards and were stronger. Luke's presence was thus a blessing and a curse. It helped them become stronger but the death ratio was way higher. When it was the time to fight, this difference in strength was obvious. The 'veterans' tended to survive more easily than the 'newbies'. The hobgoblins, still diversified were organized in a simple formation.
The mini-boss was a pink skinned ogre with the earth element. It was a tank that, with its shield could push back and stun people at the same time. Its special ability permitted it to trap people in quicksands. This time, they didn't have to be teleported to another CHG. More than half of the people survived, mostly thanks to the Asian woman, who, with her paralytic bolts permitted others to escape the relatively slow ogre. Her name was Sasha. Was, because she died the next day.
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The next day, the hobgoblins were in a simple formation, but they employed hit and run tactics. The ogre was orange skinned and had the electric element. With its sword, it sent electric bolts and each of its slashes would paralyze the target. Its special ability was an area of effect paralysis. People were not only paralyzed but were also constantly electrocuted. It was a hard fight. less than half survived since the late Sasha's ability not only didn't work on it, but it even boosted its special ability.
The final day before the boss fight, the hobgoblins once again had something added to make them stronger. They had tanks, which they made perfect use of, provoking lots of early deaths. The mini-boss was a grey-skinned ogre. It had the poison element. It was an archer with poisoned arrows that released gases.
Its special ability was to create a poisonous fog that not only obstructed the view but it also made whoever breathed it sluggish. Once again, it was a difficult fight with only 6 survivors, all from the initial group. They were Luke ( of course ), Isabella, Stevenson, a guy named Alex and two women named Maria and Lazuli. They were all strong, way stronger than at the beginning and way stronger than everyone else on earth.
Apart from Luke, they were all expected to have the right to become tier 2 creatures before the fifth quest, another thing tied to Luke's influence. During this week, Luke didn't stay idle. He did his experiment on every one of them, letting him with only 5G of his Road to misery...
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The time for the final battle against the boss came. The 6 survivors, rejoined by some fodder were ready to face anything. They waited for the monsters to spawn.
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