Chapter 49: Man vs Investigation

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Chapter 49: Man vs Investigation

Basils bedroom in the Steamobile was a tiny alcove with a mattress and a single window. It was terribly small, uncomfortable, and trembled with each road bump.

In short, it was the perfect place to watch a world-shaking video. The truth wouldnt hurt as much as Basils back.

Ive got hours to kill. Basil sat as comfortably as he could. He had instructed Rosemarine to follow the coastline north on the way to Bordeaux, which would take longer than the highroad but should also be safer. With the loss of Nerias radio, Basil couldnt tell what kind of troubles his team might encounter on the way. I would rather watch Netflix or Major Chicken, but this will do.

Clicking on the Dismaker Labs board meeting video in the Logs folder widened his System screen until it spanned his entire field of view. Basil heard a screeching, glitchy sound echo in the back of his head. It reminded him of the time he tried the Oculus Rift headset technology, though he wished the quality was as good.

The video feed was shoddy as hell. Visual glitches interfered with Basils vision and a stream of static noise buzzed all around him. Blocks of Minecraft-like blue data vaguely assembled in the shape of a table floating aimlessly inside an infinite white void. This place looked no more real than a dream.

As if on cue, colored particles gathered around the table and condensed into five spots. Humanoid shapes formed from nothing, four of them sitting in ethereal chairs. The fifth figure stood at the tables end, hands behind his back.

Basil struggled to see much of these entities. He could tell they were humans, or at least looked the part, but visual glitches blurred their features. He could only pick out a few traits: a caucasion lady, with short auburn her and an elegant dress; an Asian man, old and wrinkled, carrying a portable bottle of oxygen to keep him alive; a tall male executive dressed to kill; a scrawny, mousy programmer typing lines of codes on a holographic screen

This Zoom upgrade looks terrible, Basil cursed under his breath. Of course Dismaker Labs System wouldnt let him identify its boards members.

The only exception was the figure standing at the tables end; his projection alone didnt suffer from any visual glitch. The man was built like ox, tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed like a Giorgio Armani model. His skin was light brown, his facial features vaguely Indian. A bright red beard and wild hair gave him the look of a wild lion straight out of the savannah. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes and hid his expression from outsiders sight.

His posture reminded Basil of eccentric billionaires like Richard Branson, the late John McAffee, and a little of Elon Musk. A man so successful that he could dress like Mufasa and no one would find it abnormal. Eccentricity and showmanship had become part of his identity.

It didnt take a genius to figure out the mans identity.

Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to Dismaker Labs last virtual board meeting, the leader declared with a thin smile and a showmans wave of hand. After so many years, we are finally ready for the Trimurti Systems launch! I hope you are all as excited as I am!

We couldnt have made it this far without you, Maxwell, said the only female executive present. A virtual toast to you.

The digital ghosts clapped as their leader offered them a polite bow. Thank you, thank you, he said. I am touched.

I knew it. Basil could finally put a face on the man who destroyed the world. Anton Maxwell. Dismaker Labs CEO.

Basil tried to punch the virtual dick on principle, but his hand went through Maxwells face. Such a shame. That asshole deserved at least seven billion slaps; one for each person on Earth he had fucked over.

Forgive me, my dear Hypathia, for you are wrong, Anton Maxwell declared with false modesty. The lions share of this historic victory, of this monumental achievement, goes to you all. My dear friends, it is your money, your resources, your determination and your hard work that led us to this point. I offered the blueprints to heaven, but it was the sweat of your brows that paved the pathway.

And this System you promised us better deliver, the old Asian man in attendance rasped. I lent you billions, Maxwell. Billions.

What is money compared to immortality, Mr. Tamura? the well-dressed executive replied politely. We will soon be crowned as kings no, as gods.

Knock on a stone bridge before crossing it, Ashok, Mr. Tamura replied with a snort. If this fails, Maxwell, there will be consequences. I do not forgive bad investments.

Basils blood boiled in his veins. He was almost certainly watching the conspiracy that brought the world to an end, and they discussed it with the same enthusiasm as shareholders debating over a quarterly report. There was no anxiety in their digitized voices, no remorse, no appreciation for their plans catastrophic consequences.

Dismaker Labs treated the incoming apocalypse with utter indifference.

Its not that they dont understand what theyre about to do, Basil thought, fists clenched in quiet fury. One of them simply cared more about his return on investment than the global disaster ahead. Its that they dont give a fuck.

I am wounded. Have I not delivered? Anton Maxwell put a hand on his heart. Have I not shown you what the System can accomplish through the trials and testing phases?

You have created wonders, the bespectacled programmer among them conceded. But you promised us miracles.

And I will achieve them, Benjamin, Anton argued before surveying each executive in turn. Do not worry, I will fulfill our contract to the letter. You will all receive your hearts desire. Eternal youth and pleasure; power and fame; retribution for your losses; ascension and enlightenment you will be akin to gods among men, free to shape the world as you see fit.

What about you? Benjamin asked. Basil wondered if those were their true names or pseudonyms to avoid identification. You havent set a host avatar for yourself. Ive checked.

You know I do not need one. Anton Maxwells smile sent shivers down Basils spine. There was something predatory in his pale white teeth. Neither do I intend to participate in this little contest. I will watch the show from the gallery.

I dont believe you, the programmer replied dryly.

I dont either. Basil thought. He couldnt imagine someone knowingly planning the end of the world with godhood as a prize to just sit it out.

Believe what you want, Benjamin, Anton replied calmly. I have no need for godhood. All I seek is a functional gate to the great beyond. That is my wish.

Basil squinted. A gate? A gate to where?

Whatever, Benjamin said with a snort. So long as I get her back, you can go to Hell for all I care.

The Asian executive, Mr. Tamura, grunted in response. What now, Maxwell? I assume that you didnt summon us right before the launch to exchange barbs. Speak clearly and stop wasting my time.

Is the plan going as scheduled? Hypathia asked, more politely.

Yes and no. Antons smile wavered. Everything is unfolding as we planned with a tiny little exception. Due to interferences, we cannot pinpoint where the Avatar of Vishnu will manifest. He might appear outside of India.

What ab-ab-about Laksmis avatar? Hypathias voice briefly glitched, to the point Basil struggled to understand her words. She turned to face the last executive, the best dressed of the lot. Capturing her is your task, Ashok.

We are ready to welcome Her Majesty properly, Ashok. replied The man shifted in his chair with calm, quiet confidence. The Prison Dungeon will capture her the moment she manifests. As for Vishnu, it doesnt matter where his avatar will appear. He will come to find her and share her cell soon enough.

Benjamin joined his hands together. There is a risk that he might die. Our alterations to the System should summon the Preservation Avatar in a weakened state. The Kalki may not even be aware of his true significance nor be capable of defending himself.

This is a risk I wanted to address today, Anton confirmed. He must be captured alive as soon as possible, or our efforts will come to naught.

What happens if he perishes? Hypathia asked.

Each of the Trimurtis aspects will become dominant at one point of the Systems initialization, Anton Maxwell explained, his pose shifting to that of Steve Jobs giving a lecture to newbie tech students. Brahma will fuel the worlds rebirth, and then Vishnu will move on to maintain the balance between creation and destruction. He shall spin the wheel of death until a new Overgod is selected. But if his avatar dies, then Shiva the Destroyer will ascend to proeminence.

A terrible silence settled on the board room. Basil could cut the tension with a knife.

Should it come to that, this competition Anton marked a short pause as he examined each executive one after the other. Will come to an abrupt end.

The world in the palm of a gods hand our mages summoned the Destroyer crushed it like a stone

Basil shuddered as the true seriousness of his situation dawned upon him. I let Kalki go, he cursed himself for his ignorance. That clueless hippie could be anywhere, at the mercy of anyone.

Damn it, that man played music to strangers and monsters! He was exactly the kind of person to attract trouble!

Ashok broke the silence. Leave him to us, Mr. Maxwell, he said before turning to face his colleagues. I ask that we all collaborate and belay your personal ambitions until the threat is dealt with. Any objection?

None of the others argued, though Basil could tell a few had reservations from their body language. He barely understood half of what was unfolding before his eyes without the necessary context, yet it seemed to him that Dismaker Labs board didnt entirely get along. He felt no camaraderie from these people; only an alliance born of convenience.

It made sense. If all of them expected to become Earths Overgod by the end of it, then their collaboration was bound to implode at one point.

Very well, Anton Maxwell said. Besides this small hurdle, everything will happen as planned. Do any of you still have concerns?

Concerns are for people who dont know what they want, Mr. Tamura declared with arrogance. I am ready.

We all are, Hypathia agreed. Weve waited years for this.

Then in case we do not meet again, I wish you all good luck in my new world. Anton Maxwell made a bow. It was an honor working with this company.

As well, Mr. Maxwell, Hypathia replied before disappearing. One after another the various digital avatars vanished. Mr. Tamura and Benjamin vanished without a word or gesture. Ashok bowed respectfully at Anton Maxwell before imitating them.

Only Dismaker Labs CEO remained alone in the room. He stood motionless for a few seconds, as if checking if any of his board members would return.

Then he revealed his true colors.

Foolish creatures. Maxwells mouth curled into a contemptuous smile. Yes, I will fulfill my promises. You will get exactly what you deserve for what little time this world has left to live.

Well, that was ominous.

The recording came to an end and Basil abruptly returned to reality. He found Plato sitting in front of him, looking up at his best friend with worried eyes.

How long have you been there? Basil asked.

Minutes. You zoned out for a while. Plato slouched on the mattress. Whats up, dog?

Oh nothing. Basil rested against a steel wall. Just watching scary corporate videos about the worlds end.

Sounds boring, Plato deadpanned. Come on, do enlighten me. I love scares.

Where should he start? That a conspiracy of boring corporate drones managed to bring mankind to its knees, knowing full well what would happen? That their leader clearly played a different game than the rest? That they intended to seal a goddess and then Kalki? Or that a single death could spell the worlds end?

Yes, Basil should start with the worst and work his way up. That would keep his cats expectations of the future low. I think I know how Estrids people summoned the Destroyer now. From what I understood, if Kalki dies then so does the world.

Plato assessed the news in silence for a few seconds before sighing in despair. He didnt even question Basils words. At this point, he just went along with the flow. You know he looks like the kind of boy wholl end up shanked in an alley, right?

Yes, which is why weve got to find him fast. Basil gritted his teeth in worry. I hope we lost contact with Bordeaux due to a technical mishap, but I know better. Were not that lucky.

The world is still here though, Plato pointed out. So whatever happened in Bordeaux, that boy lived through it. Theres still time.

Basil prayed so. Besides confirming Kalkis importance, the video hadnt provided many leads. He heard the names of executives involved in Dismaker Labs conspiracyHypathia, Benjamin, Ashok, Mr. Tamurabut he had neither their faces nor their family names. Basil would need to cross that information with the companys records to learn more about these people.

Then he would hunt them down like dogs.

Parts of the discussion also confused him. One of the executives mentioned creating avatars of their own. What did he mean by that? Did these five tweak the System to give themselves unfair developer advantages? Walter said Dismaker Labs couldnt hope to fully control the Trimurti System or they would have made themselves Overgods from the start, but what control did these people truly have? Could they grant themselves access to unique classes or cheat abilities?

And what Maxwell said at the videos end foolish creatures. Basil didnt know what to make of it. It sounded like a mere insult, a revelation of contempt, but the wording bothered him.

In fact, everything about Anton Maxwell sounded unnerving now that Basil thought of it. The man appeared from nowhere according to Neria, built a multi-billion software company that implanted magical servers across the world with no one the wiser, before finally summoning Hindu gods and then turning Earth into a madhouse

That stretched credibility. That kind of knowledge, of efficiency, was positively demonic.

Is he human at all? Basil muttered to himself.

Excuse me? Plato asked.

Maxwell, the man behind it all. How could he invent something as powerful as the neurotowers and spread them around the world without anybody noticing? Basil would have considered this theory outlandish months ago, but after the apocalypse he had come to believe anything was possible. It just sounds unbelievable.

Maybe he didnt invent them, Plato said. The servers. I think he copied them from the scalies.

Basil squinted at his cat. Im listening.

Of course your human mind cannot see as far as my feline genius, but follow me for a moment, Plato said, his voice brimming with pride. The bots and the bugs have been at war for decades, if not more. Earth isnt even the first place theyve crashed. Dont you think one of their gizmos could have found its way here somehow?

Basils eyes widened in surprise. You think Dismaker Labs based their neurotowers on the Unitys server design?

Player affinities are determined by your history prior to the Systems initialization. You earned a Weak affinity to Light due to your night owl lifestyle.Dismaker Labs wishes you a happy apocalypse!

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A brawler through and through. Vasi nodded to herself as she read. You have excellent physical stats, especially in Strength and Agility, good Charisma, but relatively mediocre Intelligence, Luck and Skill.

Im surprised my Magic is now higher than these three, Basil said. I was lagging behind in it.

His low Intelligence remained a sore spot for him, but he was surprised to see it catching up to his Luck and Skill. Maybe his situation wasnt so hopeless after all.

Its still far too low for you to become a true spellcaster, Vasi pointed out. Everyone in the party except for Bugsy has better Magic than you.

I dont need it. Basil crossed his arms. We have a pretty balanced party already. Bugsy is our main tank and frontliner. Plato is the flanker, the agile damage dealer. Youre the flying magical artillery. Shellgirl is a long-range fighter and disruptor. Rosemarine is our healer and spawner.

Vasi chuckled. I would say shes a dreadnaught first and healer second.

Yeah, well, all of us have secondary focuses. Shellgirls metamorphosis allowed her to draw the enemys attention, Vasi could buff allies in a pinch, and Basils Monster Cure allowed him to heal his team if needed. Which leaves me. The Tamer and generalist.

My suggestion stands, you should fill out Tamer first, Vasi said. Afterwards though, I would suggest taking levels in Deathknight.

Basil squinted at her. She suggested that he take yet another class? I thought specialization was the key to success?

It is, when done the right way. Vasi took a pose that reminded Basil of his high-school teachers. It felt slightly patronizing. Berserker already gave you good melee abilities, but they dont synergize well with the rest of your build. I suggest taking levels in Deathknight because its Perks will bridge the Berserker levels with your Tamer side. It will empower your melee abilities and strengthen us.

What about the classes I already took levels in? Basil asked with skepticism. Both Fisherman and Gardener should synergize well with Tamer.

After much consideration, I honestly think you should abandon these two, Vasi replied. Fisherman is exceptionally dangerous when capped, but its effectiveness heavily relies on the terrain. Unless we settle in a fishing village or trade our shell for a ship, its help will be situational at best.

Exceptionally dangerous? Basil snorted. Fisherman?

To his surprise, Vasi gave him a potent glare. The Fisherman class is illegal in my home country and highly restricted almost everywhere in my world.

Youre pulling my leg.

Im not. Most of its Perks are so-so, but the capstone turns almost every fish in a large area into a bloodthirsty killing machine. Her scowl deepened. Mad Fishermen wipe out more communities annually than demons, dragons, and fairy lords combined.

My God, shes serious. Basil searched her expression for any hint of a joke or mockery. He found none. Take that, Aquaman.

At least, thats how the class works in my world, Vasi finished with a shrug. We have no guarantee it will offer the same Perks on this one. Gardener will also be less effective now that we no longer have, well, a garden to harvest from.

I thought about raising a greenhouse on the Steamobiles upper floor, Basil replied. And we need more food.

Even so, this class effectiveness will be situational. I agree it will help us more than Fisherman, but unless you intend to return to the Guild periodically well need it less than a combat-oriented class. Or Alchemist and Technomancer, who should help us create useful items and improve our caravan. I can brew my own potions, but theyll never compare to what a specialized crafter class can make.

So you say my Fisherman and Gardener levels are wasted?

No level is ever wasted, Vasi replied. Perks and stat increases are always good to unlock new classes. I dont think you could have gained access to Deathknight without a Berserkers proficiency for example. But you should be wary of sunk cost fallacy, Basil. Taking a level in the wrong class shouldnt encourage you to fill it out. Sometimes its better to cut your losses and move on to a better choice.

Basil clenched his jaw. Her advice made sense on paper, but it sounded like a waste to him.

Then again, he didnt have to make a choice now. He still needed to fill out the Tamer class first before investing in others.

What do you think of my other options? Basil asked as he forwarded Vasi his other unlocked classes. Anything you suggest?

Poisoner Chef Gambler nothing that meshes well with your existing classes. Druid is good, but your average Magic and Intelligence will hamper it. Vasi frowned as she read. Dragonknight?

Its a class specialized in fighting with or against dragons, Basil said. I have one outside, and I declared war on an alien civilization full of them. It could fit me better than Deathknight.

Maybe, Vasi conceded. I cant tell, I do not know much about that one. You should consult Walter. He will certainly provide more information.

Oh, good point. What better class advisor to players than a hidden superboss? Walter offered help in exchange for a laptop to study and Basil could oblige him. It wouldnt be hard to find an abandoned city with one on the road to Bordeaux.

In the meantime, Basil would return to his crafting roots. His new Jekyll & Stein manual simply offered too many new options for him to pass on.

It was time to rebuild his potion stockpile.