Chapter 21: The Strongest Monkeys

Chapter 21: The Strongest Monkeys

Jack followed the Gymonkeys into their territory.

They jumped from branch to branch, from trunk to trunk. They didnt have the patience to walk, apparently, and Jack jogged to keep up. The branches above creaked from the weight of those beefy bodies.

As they dove deeper, more monkeys appeared. Some stared at Jack warily and held dry poop in their hands, ready to throw. Others made faces at him, or approached to inspect him. One lifted his arm and sniffed his armpit.

Jack laughed; he wasnt afraid of these little guys, of course.

A gorilla appeared from behind a tree. Its entire body was covered in dark fur, unlike the monkeys brown one, and its yellow eyes stared Jack down from below a wide, wrinkled forehead.

Of course, the gorilla was full of muscle. Even its fingers had biceps. Jack was certain that below its fur hid a perfect six-pack.

The monkeys guiding Jack stopped, beginning a series of uu-uu-aah. The gorilla ignored them; walking on its knuckles, it approached Jack and stared. From this close, it reminded him of a grumpy old man. It could have been funny if it wasnt vaguely threatening.

Brorilla, Level 16

A gorilla variant from planet Green. Brorillas live with Gymonkeys and train them in the ways of working out. It is due to the Brorillas unmatched pecks that Gymonkeys use poop to fightthey consider themselves too weak for anything else.

Brorillas are usually calm, measured animals. However, if anyone harms their little cousins or invades their territory, they go bananas.

Hmm Not the boss, then.

Hello, Im Jack, he said.

The gorilla looked him in the eye for a moment, then turned to the rest of the monkeys. Their conversation comprised of various monkey sounds Jack couldnt bother to decode, as well as very expressive jumps and body language. One monkey mimed that Jack was strong by flexing its biceps, and another smashed its fists together, conveying a message that Jack didnt get.

The rest of them got it, though. After a series of wondrous exclamations, they began walking again, heading deeper into the forest. The gorilla was leading, Jack was following, and about ten monkeys trailed behind him.

Jack began to suspect this was not a good idea. He kept going.

However, he was a biologist at heart. As they walked, his previous questions about the gymonkey evolutionary traits resurfaced. Why did they work out? Natural predators? Mating preferences?

Looking around, he spotted something alarming. All the gymonkeys around him were female. The brorilla wasof coursemale.

Oh, hell no.

His brows spasmed. If all brorillas were male, as he suspected from their name, and all gymonkeys female, that was ridiculous from an evolutionary standpoint. They seemed too different to mate. Sure, cows and bulls had their differences, but they were the same species. Were these ones, too?

Is that why the System called them cousins in the brorilla description? Oh, come on. This is just ridiculous.

Jack began to suspect that their habit of working out was based on mating competition, but he wasnt in the mood to care anymore.

At least, their antics were cute. It wasnt every day he saw flexing monkeys and gorillas. His non-scientist self was having fun.

The forest got sparser. More monkeys arrived to take in their weird visitorall femalemaking the thick trees groan under their collective weight. One more brorilla showed up, joining its bro after a few questioning growls. When the two brorillas met, they flexed their muscles at each other in greeting, while the surrounding gymonkeys stared in awe.

Jack held back a chuckle. The more ridiculous these monkeys became, the less danger he felt, and the smaller his desire to harm them.

Eventually, the forest gave way to a clearing, and Jack could only stare.

A massive gap in the trees was occupied by a series of instruments. There were sticks with heavy rocks on both their ends, inclined wooden surfaces, benches with rows of weights above them, as well as a primitive machine that allowed one to pull weights with their legs.

You have got to be kidding me.

It was a forest gym, and Jack could see a dozen monkeys working out on the various instruments. Sweat dripped down their bodies, and their muscles shivered as they completed one repetition after another. A brorilla was also working out, raising multiple stone dumbbells with one arm, and a few gymonkeys surrounded him, possibly admiring his gains.

Another brorilla stood in the middle of everything, watching the gymonkeys with a sharp eye and barking out corrections when they messed up their stance. Occasionally, its gaze would go at its bro, and it would nod in manly acknowledgment.

What the

Jack barely jumped aside as the massive gym instrument crashed into the ground. He rolled back up.

Bro! That wasnt nice! I cant catch a fucking benchpress!

Every single gymonkey and brorilla gasped. The big brorilla frowned in dissatisfaction.

What? asked Jack, looking around. Was it something I said?

He suddenly grew worried. He was strong, sure, but he wasnt confident in taking on every monkey in this clearing and their big bro, especially when said big bro threw gym instruments around for breakfast. Maybe coming here was unwise.

The big brorilla stood on its hind legs, reaching nine feet in height. It pointed a finger at itself and another at Jack. The two fingers then came together, and when they did, one was clearly higher than the other.

Ohh, its because I called you bro before. Youre the big bro and Im the little one, right? Thats what youre saying, he tried. The big brorilla stared. I dont mind. Still, though, can I help against the wolf? I dont know if you guys can see Levels, but its pretty strong I dont think you can handle it just by yourselves.

The big brorillas frown deepened. It did not reply. Jack continued, Okay, maybe you can do it, but it will be easier if you let me help. Im about as strong as you; with me here, imagine how many of your little bros will be saved.

A second collective gasp. The big brorillas body shivered, flexing every muscle it had at once. It stared Jack deep in the eyes, then beat its chest and unleashed a loud, deep roar.

The monkeys went bananas. They started throwing poop into the air, pushing each other, and jumping in place. Jack was lost. He had no idea what was happening, but he didnt like it.

Calming down slightly, the gymonkeys and brorillas ran around and formed a large circle around an empty part of the clearing, then kept hollering at the top of their lungs like monkeys often did. The big brorilla jumped over them to land in the circle. It pointed a finger at Jack, then himself, then smashed its two large fists together.

Oh, no, I didnt mean to challenge you. Im just saying

The brorillas behind Jack pushed him, sending him stumbling into the circle, which then closed behind him. Hey! The big brorilla growled, then assumed a boxing stance and hopped in place. Its large fists rotated around each other like a mill.

Jack frowned. Will you guys listen to me? Im not a monkey!

They did not listen to him. He snorted.

Fine. Fine! You think Im afraid? If you guys dont want to play nice, Ill show you whos the boss around here.

More frenzied hollering, more wild cheers. The big brorilla leveled its stare at Jack, who also adopted a boxing stance.

Jack could take this gorilla. It was at Level 25, while hed calculated his current battle prowess to be in the mid-thirties thanks to all the stat bonuses. If this big bro wanted to be taught a lesson, he would oblige. Becoming the monkey leader would make things easier in the long run, anyway.

Can I become a group boss? he mused, eyeing the gorilla from between his fists.

For a moment, he wondered what they saw. His muscles had developed as he got stronger, eventually covering his entire body in fine, symmetrical lines. He was like a perfect barbarian, and he faced down a massive gorilla. He was a warrior.

The image lit a fire in his heart. Something drew him in. Maybe it was the incessant hollering that filled his ears; maybe it was the battle lust around him, or the allure of winning a public fight; maybe it was the excitement of boxing a fucking gorilla.

Whichever the case, Jack felt himself dropping into a state of mind he didnt often reach. All his battles so far had been desperate life-or-death struggles. There was no room for anything else.

Here, where he was called to prove his might against a worthy opponent, things were different. Honestly, even if he lost, he felt that the monkeys wouldnt kill him. His primal instincts didnt take over instantly and completely, as they always did. There was room for other things.

He felt the stress of the coming battle. The anticipation. The fear. The anxiety. He was more aware of himself, and thanks to that, he saw a side of battle that normally stayed hidden.

For the first time, he wasnt fighting for his life, but for himself. To prove his worth. To achieve things. To become great.

And, as Jack explored this aspect of battle, a wall in his mind cracked a little. He had experienced the bald mans world-ending fist in the waterfall world. Hed seen it from many angles, pondered on its secrets, and from the sight of a single punch, hed drawn so much inspiration about what it truly meant to fight.

He was on the cusp of something great, something titanic, but there was still a thin barrier stopping him. Something had been missing. Now, that barrier was cracking, and the big brorilla would help him open it up completely.

The gorilla attacked. So did Jack, and they began to box.