《Hero for hire》Chapter 0-7
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Note to self, never again use dirty bomb if you intend to loot whatever remained from the enemies. Even if they just become red mush, and won't provide much credits, it's still better not to do that, as the consequences are terrible. My radiation levels seem to be significant, and rad away doesn't work that good, and I've already spend about 10K on it. I managed to sell the hazmat suit, my hammer and rope for about 15K total by the way, but that doesn't make it better. I try to stay in my human form as much as possible, even if I no longer have access to hazmat suit, which once again, was irradiated.
I was lucky to even survive the radiation poisoning, most people would keel over after being exposed to the radiation at the epicenter, not to mention the heat, but I guess it subsided after I was unconscious for however long.
On the other hand, I managed to start learning magic spells and such. Seems like my armor was in the way of casting spells, just like in some fantasy novels. Most metal armor will interfere with the spells in some way, so magicians use cloth robes instead. I'm so glad I keep my gun in inventory and it isn't irradiated, though I might have to use it if I encounter any demons that can sense me. So far I evaded all of the skirmishes, as I doubt my ability to dispatch any.
I decide to get some food and use rad away, as I was getting hungry. Too bad there is no way I can get radiation immunity from shop, aside from changing one of my races. I would change my homunculus race if I could, as it's giving me penalties to the points per level, though maybe it is negated by the skill leveling speed, I don't know... hm... Can I increase skills through system, or buy them? Let's see... yes, I can buy skills, and even can level them, well, some of them. Let's see... yeah, it's totally possible to buy some combat style skill, level up my weapon skills and get a meditation. Hm... leveling unarmed might be good, or marksmanship? I don't use my pistol right now, and I have some issues fighting demons barehanded. Bladed weapons? I don't have any, same goes for other weapon types. Are skills even important? I'd think so, but not all, maybe? Well, meditation might come in handy, and it costs only a thousand credits to buy, so I guess I should do it. Or I can try to get it myself? Well, let's get it myself. Empty your mind, stop thinking, be one with the force... or mana? Are they the same thing or entirely different? Do we have nanobots in our blood, that allow us to use force, or do we have some sort of weird lifeforms that live inside our blood and live in symbiosis with us? Wait, stop it, you need to stop thinking about it. Just calm down, get rid of emotions and... I can't. I just can't. This is stupid, just go Jack, go and escape this shithole that people call hell. You just need to get out, summon yourself to another world or something, build stargate, spaceship, anything! Don't waste your time here. Or... I can always just die and get it over with. I am immortal or what? System, what does my lesser immortality do?
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Revival
Reincarnation
Reconstructs the body of the creature. Uses life force if available or revival tokens. If they are not available, partial level loss will be applied.
Lesser immortality provides one free revival per life.
The person will be reborn the usual way, but retaining all memories and traits, with limited skill degradation. Some skills will get the ability that might make it easier to learn them later, and/or give specific bonuses to said skill.
Hm... Guess I lucked out with the phoenix. But no, I won't kill myself, I'll try to kill more demons. I will be killing them until I die, but... I don't want to die because I was too dumb and overestimated myself. Sigh. It's so hard.
I stop my musings and look at the strange crack in front of me. It's... in the air? A crack in space or something? Oh well, better avoid it... great, why is there a weird circle under me? Is it some sort of hallucination? I did get fatal levels of radiation, I suppose, but I am far away from the epicenter. Whatever, don on my power armor and prepare to fight the enemies, I'm not going to let some weird ass crack in space drop me in even worse situation than I got dropped when I smashed beacon.
“Alright you piece of shit, I'm ready to rip apart even more of the demons you'll throw at me. Come the fuck on!” I scream to the glowing circle and the crack, as I feel a weird pulling sensation coming from the rift, I guess, and a light pushing from the circle... and warmth... I feel nauseous as well... damn, I need those paper bags, and probably-
Body... aches... and it smells terribly in here. Also there is quite a lot of liquid... I take off my helmet and mask, and the liquid... way to go Jack, you vomited into the helmet. Good thing that armor has a pseudo AI installed in it, and some brainwave scanner or something, that allows me to interact with it just by thinking. As I drop out from my armor, a wave of nausea comes, with the good portion of vomit following soon after.
Alias:
Jack
Race:
Homunculus
Variant: Prime
Class:
None
Titles:
Inquisitor
UP: 45
SC: 96887
ST: 0
Level:
0/10
Experience:
0%
HP:
6000/18000*
MP:
10500/10500
Traits
Stubborn, Unbreakable, Legendary Regeneration, Esper*, Survivor, Perfect Physique, Primordial Entity.
Abilities
Inventory, Grimoire*, Evil Eyes*, Soul Siphon, Elemental Possession, Transform*, Auto-Map, Minion Master*.
Bloodlines
Primary: High Human; Secondary: Dragon; Tertiary: Primordial Phoenix;
Superior Strength
100*
Superior Constitution
100*
Superior Vitality
100*
Superior Agility
100*
Superior Dexterity
100*
Superior Perception
100*
Superior Focus
100*
Superior Willpower
100*
Superior Attunement
100*
Charisma
100
Psyche
100
Luck
100
Spirit
100
Resilience
100
Fire
Water
Earth
Air
Light
Darkness
Life
Death
100
35
35
35
35
45
35
35
Summoning
Time
Void
Space
Soul
59
30
30
30
30
CQC I, Marksmanship II, Defensive Measures I, First Aid I, Survival II, Cooking I, Stealth III, Matter Manipulation I, Matter Creation I
Weirdly enough, I can see the status screen, but not anything else. Can't feel fresh air from anywhere and then there is no... I managed to step in something in this complete darkness. Oh, well, guess I'll try something dumb.
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“Let there be light!” I click my fingers, and surprisingly, a ball of light, similar to that of really shiny disco ball, appeared. Hurts to look at as well. Surprisingly, it didn't cost much mana to make, only about five hundred, but it managed to illuminate my surroundings. Which aren't that great. It's outright gross. I stepped into a some bloody pulp, probably what remains of whatever was top part of those legs lying just a bit to the side. Or the other ones. Or the lower part of some torso on another place, or anything really. Why is there so many bodies... and why they don't look like demons?
“Archibald?” I hear a voice coming from some rubble. Now that I think about it... what do I think about it? This never happened before. Not the confusion between me and some noname I never knew, but me being unprepared for this.
“Archie isn't bald, I have quite a mane, thank you.” guess my voice startled someone, considering that I heard some wheezing and crying. Really good time to do that, my head still hurts.
“Wake up. Archibald!” sigh. I enter back in my armor and start digging out my way to the voice... wait, my mana usage just gone up? If this continues, my little ball of light will vanish in... no time to think this through. Leave armor and start digging your way out without it for now, you lost it's hand anyway. All accompanied by soft crying, sobs and 'archibald' name spoken between them. I even started contemplating on buying a shovel from the shop, just to speed it up.
But if we're thinking about it, don't access to magic? I can probably just use earth magic and tunnel my way through. I watched a bit too much anime with fantasy genre, didn't I? Who am I asking anyway?.. if I don't ask, I'll probably go mad, hell, I could have lost my mind already, and now I am just shoveling my own shit while thinking I am trapped somewhere. Maybe this beacon released some sort of radiation or waves that altered my perception of reality, and now I am stuck clawing my way out from under the utopia complex. Whatever.
New Skill gained
Mana Manipulation I
First step to becoming a true sorcerer is to command the mana in the world and in yourself.
… say what now? What do you mean 'skill gained'? I already had omnikinesis. Why do I need some lousy mana manipulation? Wait, I have omnikinesis, so why can't I just will the rabble to move away? Come on, concussion is not an excuse to forget about such simple thing. Question is, how do I do that?
I look at the rabble and start willing it to move away, which doesn't really work, aside from lowering my mana by a hundred or so. Guess the simple 'I wish for it to be done' doesn't work, right now at least. Maybe if I imagine drilling through the rabble, it will work?
I look at the stones before me and imagine a big ass drill working it's magic. Didn't work as well. You know, I could just sell this trash via matter conversion and get richer... really? Let's try it... and it works. Sigh. Oh, right, should also eat the remains, they should provide some credits as well. After the deed is done, I move to the source of an annoying sobbing.
“Archibald, wake up... don't leave me...” sobbing intensifies.
“Hello...” I look at the figure coming up in the light and immediately regret that I am not wearing a power armor. Before me I see a horned girl, kneeling before a horned guy. “Alright, I am curious as to how a demon can talk, or how can I understand you in the first place.” the girl, visibly pales before my visage, but still moves in to cover the lying man.
“Don't...” she can barely even say anything from all that crying. Sigh.
“Relax, as long as you keep it to yourself, I won't attack you. I haven't met a sentient creature in months, and I am getting so bored out of my mind that I started hearing and seeing things. Would you believe it?” I am rarely talkative, but... I miss talking about anime with Central.
“Please...” she sobs even more. Great.
“If I save this guy, will you be interested in a little conversation? Though I doubt that chems would work the way they should, but I have a few stimpacks stashed. They might help. Or not. I am not a doctor.” she doesn't respond. And she doesn't sob, or cry anymore. Should I actually help her out? I mean, I don't want to squander my emergency stims, or by new ones, but I doubt I will need them. Well, here goes the coin toss again. Heads they will get their treatment, tails would mean leaving them to their fate.
As I tossed the coin, it managed to hit the ceiling, and ricochet right back at me, hitting me right into the eye. Stupid coin. Once my vision is cleared from the impact, I start looking for the coin, only to see it landing right into the floor, showing the rim. “Sigh, so, I should prepare some food as well besides the treatment.” I nod at the wisecrack of a coin and put it in my inventory. Now to just administer some chems to these two and it is going to be a pizza party... where did I get the coin from?
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