Chapter 517 – Events to Nomination 5 – Raiding the time

Chapter 517 – Events to Nomination 5 – Raiding the time



“Mhm,” John looked at the vaguely familiar name, then up at the hill in front of him. Although itself normal looking, the Gamer couldn’t help but notice the massive, dragonskull-esque formation of stones growing out of the pile of dirt and rocks. The air was humid, and the wet feeling under John’s shoes made him pretty certain he was in a swamp.

The night had come and passed, and now the Gamer wanted to test the new mechanic he had been granted access to. When he had created the Raid, he hadn’t expected a giant World of Warcraft reference to slap him across the face, though.

“I mean, this is obviously Onyxia’s Lair,” he said and then looked over his assembled girls. “I don’t think any of you are really good at casting DoTs, are you?” he made a highly referential joke. As they were hooked up to his mind, they all got it. Reactions were pretty limited; it obviously hadn’t landed that well. “Okay, okay, let’s just get inside.”

The door was sealed by the teeth of the white-stone skull clenching together, but the moment the group approached, the thing began to open. A stream of sulphuric air permeated the surroundings with unpleasant smells and dry hotness, heavily clashing with the average humidity they had just stood in. On the plus side, they were soon walking on stone, much more pleasant than the mud.

Exactly like the original raid, the inside of the structure was a simple, broad passage, shoulder high barriers of once-molten stone separating it from the lava pools around. As someone who spent quite a lot of time around lava on his own volition, the heat didn’t bother John that much. His enchanted clothes helped with that as well.

The group stopped when they saw a flickering shadow in the light of the lava, shifting over the wall of the corner in front of them. A large beast, at least two times taller than John, came around, sniffing aggressively for the invader’s scent.



‘Okay, Gaia, what the fuck?!’ John thought and immediately treated this whole thing with way more respect. He had gone in here under the assumption that he was going to face the usual content of equal levelled monsters, buffed up to present a challenge to a group of eight. Instead they were charged by a three metre dragonkin with a glaive tall enough to split John’s entire body, as well as the guy behind him.

The monster swept that massive weapon around with no clear target, hitting Gnome first, much to the luck of Salamander and Beatrice who still would have been hit by the quick attack. Dangerously sharp, the edge of the glaive broke through the outer layer of the soil elemental’s barely raised arms and cut halfway through. Her earthen body began to glow around the weapon, as an inlaid lava enchantment became active and seared her body with immense heat.

“Q-quuuick,” Gnome stuttered and whined, not from embarrassment but from the sheer pain she sustained. Drawing a deep breath, the dragonkin roared with fierce conviction, a challenge for anyone who dared to attack it. Gnome was forced several steps back as the elite monster kept on its steady attack.

Salamander’s fire attacks did nothing to the monster, as one could have expected, so she clicked her tongue in anger and went with a simple physical route. Flying right up to it, the endflame elemental attempted to punch the dragonkin right in its face, but was met with the massive jaws of the creature snapping down in front of her.

Although this blocked her own attack, it bought some time for Aclysia to jump at the enemy with Marath in her hands. With Servant’s Strike buffing it up, the massive blade managed to cut into the thick scales on the shoulder and further down to the bone, but no deeper. The dragonkin roared in pain, suddenly whirling its entire body around.

Aclysia was thrown off, and a muscular tail hit Gnome in her widely exposed back. Both of them flew into a pool of lava, something John wasn’t too worried about. The weaponized maid was fire resistant and Gnome was a tough cookie; they would survive a short bath in molten rock. Now, he would still have paid that damage some more attention if a second shadow wasn’t making its announcement on the wall behind this first guardian.

Given the state Gnome, their second most durable member, was in after just one attack and the amount of damage Aclysia could do with one buffed up attack, John didn’t see this whole thing working out all that well. Neither did he want to put any of the elementals through the potential suffering of being killed while they retreated to safety to leave the Raid. ‘Well, what do I have this for if I never use it?’ John thought and activated Espace Rope.

The dungeon around them began to swirl and stretch like a liquified portrait that went down the drain, being sucked downwards and leaving the group standing in the darkness, to be filled with another ID.

“Undine would you...” he stopped talking as the ocean elemental was already flowing towards her sister and began mending the glass-covered gaps in her forearms. As interesting as it was to see a cauterized earth spirit, John was understandably unhappy to see her hurt to such a degree.

One ocean across, John was finally getting an agreement with Amalia and the NTC about getting some naval engineers. The female guild leader let him dangle in uncomfortable positions for more than a few days, doubtlessly a punishment for his undermining of her authority during the whole yacht incident. Pretty sure that she would let him stew for a whole while, John eventually lost patience and sought help from Lydia on the matter.

After giving him some other numbers for the leaders of the Hanseatic Trading Company and a smaller, still relevant competitor in Portugal, the queen removed herself from the discussion again. It was all she needed to do anyway, since John now was able to put pressure on Amalia, who had lost her monopoly negotiating position. Particularly the Portuguese were pretty stoked about the prospect of gaining some favours with a rising power able to ship wares from and to the new world.

In the end, the main envoy was still sent by the NTC, but the other two sent at least some people in advisory roles. Getting that whole thing through took him ten days though. Ten days during which the border redrawing was still going on, in addition to other small things, such as a minor reorganization of the police force, the smoking out of one of the last slave trading rings and problems in the numerous Fusion-founded building projects, to only name a few.

The obvious thing at the side was also the whole project of nomination. That was its own set of, sometimes hour long, phone calls and promises, how he could keep these promises, why he would keep these promises, guarantees and compliments going around. All while also playing the two-faced game of calling up Abraham once or twice for a friendly chat.

The thing about those friendly chats was that they were genuinely friendly chats. Both of them were laughing and having a good time. It was a nice change of pace only trumped by sex or general hangouts with his girls. Nevertheless, John stayed course. His scheme was close to fruition and he could apologize all he wanted once the nomination was in place.

At the end of a particularly rough, 18 hour day (Well 15 hours, really, but he refused to let a day pass without at least some grinding), John fell forwards into his bed, his head landing right between Siena’s thighs. “Thick is justice,” he said and put his hands on them.

“Mhm, my kind of thick is indeed,” the nightmare elemental agreed. “What about the thickness of that woman’s head?” She was referring to their last case of the day, a talk with a small time guild leader that insisted on running her district like a socialist commune. John couldn’t agree to that, not only because socialism was an obviously dysfunctional way of government but also on the principle that parts of his democratic union had to be democratic themselves. If he allowed one district to go about it differently, then he would soon be swamped with requests for exceptions that would ruin the whole union thing from the outset.

“No, thigh thickness only,” John stated and used the menu to get out his clothes. He just lay there for a couple of minute, when his girlfriend decided to also fall face first into the bed right beside him. “Hard day?” he asked. Although less intense than her boyfriend’s schedule, Rave had made good on her goal to do work herself.

“People are stupid when I can’t punch them,” her muffled voice reverberated from the mattress, then she turned her neck to look at John. Instead, she only saw thighs. “Nice thick thighs,” she muttered, also beginning to touch them with the remaining energy of a pervert. “Somebody pamper me!” she demanded. “Treat me like a princess!”

“This can be arranged,” Aclysia promised, presenting the two of them with the large oilcloth she always carried with her. The moment Beatrice saw it, she went to the bathroom and fetched some bottles of oil. John and Rave were soon treated to a massage by the household’s two maids, so it wasn’t all bad. As a matter of fact, pretty much all was good, just exhausting with the current workloads.

“Soooooo,” the pink-haired hottie exhaled slowly in a deeply relaxed tone as oiled up hands glided over her back. “How much longer until the nomination again?”

John’s answer had to wait until Aclysia was done with his lower back and a particularly strained spot down there. There was a moment of unpleasantness, then the proverbial knot in his muscles loosened. “Two weeks,” he then groaned in satisfaction. “Things are going well...” he had to readjust his lying position as his growing erection was rubbing rather awkwardly against the oilcloth, “...so far. Chemilia is coming with three of the five generals for a visit, this Friday.”

“That’s one more than we need, right?” Rave asked.

“Yeah... pretty sure Abraham will catch onto things now,” John answered. “You don’t miss four out of five of your army leaders leaving the country. He will get that something is up.”

Siena giggled, “Well, let the fly know the spider is already putting a net around it, why not?”

“I don’t like thinking of myself as a spider,” John grumbled, “but making large schemes like this isn’t exactly a bald-eagle thing.”



And the Gamer also was anything but convinced Abraham was a fly.Gêtt the latest chapters on no/velbin(.)com