Chapter 513 – Events to Nomination 1 – Guided decisions

Chapter 513 – Events to Nomination 1 – Guided decisions

Green pasture, two houses, everything was as always with the grinds sponsored by Magoi’s awesome time dilation abilities. “Okay, everyone, let’s-” John wanted to address the gathered girls, when a window popped up in front of him and rained on his parade.



Granted, it was a good interruption. To keep with the parade metaphor, it was a rain of dollar signs. Although unlikely to be attained, if John got the optional reward, he could finally break his stalemate on Elementalist.

Not like there was any reason to deny the quest anyway. He clicked yes and then raised his eyes again. “Okay, sorry about that. Everyone, let’s-” Another window popped up.



And now somebody was just blasting snippets of gold foil into the air. John accepted that quest too. He already had a Max Class Level he could spend right now, from the church quest, plus the one he still had lying around precautionary. Basically, he could beat the quest pretty soon, both of the mentioned classes were already at level one, so only the challenges he would have to beat to get there were in the way.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

“Okay, let’s make this quick,” he tried a third time and almost expected some window to interrupt him again. Nothing, however, did. Except for Eliza.

“What are you even going to fucking say? We were in this exact dumpster fire of a situation two bloody weeks ago, you cum-stained ass fucker,” she laid out. “It’s going to be the same shit as last time. Don’t waste anyone’s time with your dumbass speeches and go grind already.”

“What she said,” Metra agreed, Nia nodding next to her.

Well, that was pretty clear. “Okay then,” John said, suddenly becoming self-aware about how often he had said ‘Okay’ in the last minute. “I’ll just be on my way.”

“Come back soon,” Rave waved him off with a smirk, her boyfriend heading towards the white light gates in the distance. For the most part, Eliza was right. Those who wanted to train martial arts would do so out here, fighting each other, while John was going to take advantage of his busted experience mechanics and give them the Soulpotion every now and again. The only difference was that John was going to invest in a Class Level before.

Now, he had absolutely no idea what the challenges for the Gamer class had been, but since he had last touched it months ago, he must have just accidentally cleared them on the side. Not surprising in the least, since early challenges were incredibly easy. Now, the better question was whether he wanted to invest in Lover Boy or Gamer.

In Lover Boy he wanted to invest to due to the whole tease that there might be something fending off death by age in there. Something he had barely thought about, but now that he had to make the choice... Lover Boy was still more of a long-term project while he was after relatively short-term gains. Gamer sounded just more attractive for this moment, no matter how much John wanted to bulk-up his sexual abilities.



And those choices were just as boring. EXP Pots were the most interesting on the face of it, but John was pretty sure that he could get more experience reliably from disabling loot entirely. Not to mention he didn’t want to gobble those down at the end of any run. The advantage was that he could share them, but the Soulpotion he had was doing a good enough job at that. Improved Escape Rope cut the cooldown by four days, but John was pretty happy with the seven day version he had right now. He wasn’t in the habit of overstepping his boundaries like that, especially since he dictated the difficulty of engagement.

So, Weight on the Scale it was. Just a passive, not particularly strong, ‘take and forget’ kind of effect, but useful nevertheless.

‘Mhm, but footjobs are so much less fun without heels,’ Siena mused, causing John to shudder, imagining getting one from her. He wasn’t into that sort of stuff in the first place, but there was a difference between the normal footjob and one where a spike he had seen impale hands like they were marshmallows at the height of his balls. ‘They will stay as they are, it is the world that needs to change.’ The shadow spirit’s tone made this sound like the more likely outcome.

They continued walking around through the absolute absence of enemies. ‘Pretty odd,’ John thought as he added more and more lines to the paper. For every 5 metres, he made one line on the chequered paper. Absentmindedly, he trotted after Beatrice, who in turn followed Aclysia. His back was covered by Salamander and Gnome. Baring a VERY effective surprise attack from above or below, he was safe. Even in those cases, Mana Protection would keep him safe. ‘We also haven’t found a single room yet.’

This was doubly weird as the path so far was a straight part, with only a single split. They had taken the left side, while Sylph had gone right. Both of those paths, so far, had been straight themselves. After flying for another minute, Sylph finally came to a door.

‘Hey, hey, there is something written here, it’s a number, it’s a 1, why is there a 1 here? Is that important? There is also something glowing and blue that has an image of a hand on it, should I put my hand on it?’ the air spirit chirped.

‘No, just wait for a little bi-‘ John began but stopped when he saw that Sylph was already doing it. The scanner reacted to her tiny hand, flashed green and then deactivated.

‘Aaaaaw, it went out, I liked that green,’ Sylph blabbered.

‘Sylph!’ John made sure he caught her attention this time around. ‘Be VERY careful when going in there. Okay?’

‘Yes, boss, sir, master, chef, master, master, roger, roger!’ came the response, and Sylph acted like she was in a cartoon about superspies all of a sudden. Landing on the floor, she carefully looked around the corner. Audible sounds, that she fabricated herself, accompanied her blinking as she took a dramatic look around. Then the tiny, fairy-esque elemental began sneaking. Not in a proper way, but the overacted, knee-raising steps Tom and Jerry would use.

It was pretty impressive that she managed to balance on the grates while doing that. To her, each individual bar was like a very taut walking rope. At least she was moving slowly and kept an eye on her surroundings, so that was in keeping with John’s wishes.

It was a broad, rectangle shaped room. The white light was dominating here, giving this whole thing an aesthetic like the middle of a surgery room, as all of the red pipes converged above and below some sort of tank in the middle of the room. As it was forged entirely from steel, the only exception being a thin line of glass on the side, Sylph couldn’t see whatsoever what was going on inside.

Walking around the outside rim of the room, the thunderstorm elemental slowly made her way behind it. An empty glass pipe was connecting that tank to a door on the opposite side from the entrance, a circumstance mirrored underneath the floor as well.

Until she took one of her little steps too close to the centre of the room and triggered something. With the sound of unlocking hydraulics, the front of the tank began to slowly part. The bloody liquid spilled out, emptying quicker and quicker as the gap between the two halves of the door widened. It vanished under the mesh, the glass line at the side clearly indicating how much was left inside the tank.

Once the metal had completely opened, out stepped a metal skeleton. A dark grey framework of a humanoid, forged from steel and stripped of most flesh. Minimal amounts still stuck to it, particularly the arms, connecting the different parts that needed sinews and muscles to work, but they were all thin. Red glowing eyes turned towards Sylph. Its shiny metal teeth were grinding to the work of biomechanical tendons, shaped like tiny steel pillars, where the cheeks normally were.

‘DU DU DUN DU DUN!‘ the palavering air spirit thought the melody of that robot-assassin movie, as she flew up. As to not have John yell at her, her plan here was to throw a single, strong shock at the enemy to keep them momentarily incapacitated and then fly away as quickly as she could. “Alrighty, take this!” Sylph announced putting her hands together at the base, the palms pointing at the target. “HAAAAAAAAAA!” she screamed out loud and unnecessarily as blue lightning gathered and then rushed out as a beam of energy.

Although her Stats didn’t indicate this, Sylph had incredibly strong offensive magic. John had observed this in the past, but the elementals didn’t play by quite the same rules as normal people in regards to their scaling of Stats to offensive power. Salamander’s spells varied with her Strength, Gnome’s rocks got harder depending on her Endurance, as did the surface of Undine’s water spells, although they all still relied on Wisdom and Intellect for the regeneration and size of their mana pools. Sylph’s magical attacks, following that logic, depended on her Agility.

Even with how heavily she was invested in that Stat, it was surprising to the mentally watching crowd that she one-shot her opponent. “Huh, uh, hey, you are supposed to be sturdier than that!” the thunderstorm elemental flew over to the fried corpse. “I mean... you’ll be back, right?”