Chapter 43

Chapter 43

[World Notice]: Gerard Malou has achieved a feat worthy of global recognition! He is the first to establish a Settlement, [Skyeward], and the first to settle the Floating Islands of Allow!

The magic from the book, that spark of energy, faded. Like sugar dissolving into water, lost to all my senses, despite how I grasped for it. I tried to reignite the feeling to no effect. Other things took precedence.

The [World Notice], for one.

It was strange seeing it from this perspective. Like everyone had heard something or noticed a detail. Not enough to pause or lose focus, but enough that anyone looking wouldve seen an expression cross someones face. A raised brow, a low whistle, an open mouth.

As if the same thought had struck dozens of people at once.

Whats a Settlement? Someone asked, cocking their head and speaking over the mutters.

It has to be related to the System. Another voice called. Its got that ring to it. Maybe its something like our Skills? Or Items from the Dungeon? Theres gotta be some significance to it.

You think there might be bonuses for Roothaven if we can figure out how to establish one? Jack nudged me.

I shrugged. You know as much as I do. He raised a brow. I sighed. But it looks that way. There might be something to that, so long as people figure out what to do with Blitz.

The Floating Islands of Allow? Jack said, contemplative.

Down below Gary was arguing with some of the key people in Roothaven, Ralph among them, on how to proceed. There were other key figures, some men who took it upon themselves to hunt out in the swamp, a collection of people with healing abiliites, a number of individuals suited to acting as sentries and more.

I listened with my full attention, although I doubted anything would truly interest me. Full attention, meaning just about one ninth of my attention, as it related to my clones.

[Skyeward]. I had to admit the name was better than Roothaven. And these Floating Islands sounded like a much better place to experience the apocalypse than the damp and humid swamp we found ourselves in.

The [World Notice] served to remind me of how small I was. There was nothing familiar anymore and I couldnt tell whether our world was spliced with some other one, or the whole of it had been irrevocably changed. I could see it on their faces, hear it in their thoughts, that same uncertainty, that feeling of insignificance.

Floating Islands? Where the hell is that supposed to be? I heard the thought and followed Jacks gaze through the swamps canopy upward towards the sky. Only the distant shrieks of birds larger than us answered our gaze.

For a moment, that smallness dominated the conversation, guided the meetings thoughts. Until it didnt.

Someone did it. Another consciousness. There are other people out there. Struggling, fighting, and living.

And with that single thought, something else was sparked. There are other people out there. Someone cut in. There are people out there besides us!

That person caught a few surprised gazes. Someone chuckled. Gary. Might be hope for us yet. He said.

I suppressed a small smile, turning the notice over in my head. That was the other perspective to consider. The [World Notice] didnt speak to our insignificance, it spoke to humanitys determination to survive. Somewhere, out there, people found success. If there was at least one other group of survivors out there, I could count on more.

The whole world saw that message.

Is this how people felt when they saw my achievement? I wondered suddenly. A candle of hope against the storm of the apocalypse? I hadnt been thinking of it like that, only as another quirk of the System.

As much as Id like to explore whatever energy that book had sparked within me, I had a Skill Ive already neglected experimentation with for too long.

Thered always been that little caveat in the description. This was the Skill granted alongside the [Rootmother Hiveminds] demise, the one that was an intrinsic part of the [Trailblazing Vanquisher of the Hivemind] Title. And connotating the Skill to the Field Bosss mind control wasnt that big of a logical leap.

Id steered away from people, feeling it wrong to dabble in the minds of other survivors but these? These things didnt hesitate to take someones eye. Didnt hesitate to plunge their clawed hands into someones eye socket and yank

I pressed a palm to my eye and stared downward.

Good prey! Good prey! Kill! Laugh! Food!

The tide of thought washed over me, practice among the survivors and the increased mental attributes helped me stand my mental ground. They didnt come in words that I knew. Instead, the context, the emotion, and the flashes of images allowed me incredible insight.

Through it all, I picked out the thoughts of a signal goblin. A larger specimen that parted the goblin crowd like it was natural. I couldnt tell if the goblin itself was any different, or it just had size. The jostling didnt seem to bother it, although it wasnt shy to stomp on any of its kin that annoyed it.

Will kill flesh things. Yummy goblin-nots. Pink, red, food, big! Its thoughts just about matched its ugly mug. And its internal perspective of what a human was, was not exactly inspiring.

In two other places, my clones found their own targets, picking through their thoughts.

I dived into myself, drawing on that ice-cold flame deep within. That frozen fire that I used to contain the earliest days of the apocalypse. The science building, Horace, the goblins, the spider. It was anger, hate, and hopelessness. An emotion that bubbled up from the abyss and made one lash out, unable to reconcile it.

I breathed, mastering it as I always did.

Hate. Anger. Hopelessness.

That bundle of emotion, that searing blade of memoryI opened my eyes and found the goblins mental frequency, piggybacked the emotions that lined up, hijacked its reasoning, and stabbed it. And I felt its mind, defenseless, vulnerable. Resisting, twisting, a natural confusion that tried to reconcile a foreign influence. I felt like the [Rootmother Hivemind], as it had when it had planted itself into one of my clones, invading my mind, only now the goblin was me.

A blanket of disgust covered me, a breach of my morality, but then I stared at the creatures below, heard the thoughts of the horde, and allowed the apocalypse to win once more.

I paused, watching the goblin jerk in place, eyes suddenly confused. Then destroyed whatever semblance of logic it still held onto.

Rage, I whispered, voice hard.

And the goblin, larger than the rest, howled. Its eyes burned with sudden fervor, alight with a bloodlust I recognized. Immediately, the surrounding goblins scattered, screaming. And it grabbed one of its kind by the throat, an unlucky runt, and smashed him into the ground before throwing the body at the rest.

Another howl. It had come from another point in the horde.

Another.

I sat above, a ghost and a specter. A hovering wraith haunting the minds of the living. I stared down at the chaos below. The scattering of small sections of the horde, the traffic, the bloodshed, the bloodlust that was spreading. In those small sections, absolute carnage.

So this is the result of a world-worthy achievement. Of defeating a Field Boss solo. I said to myself.

With a grimace, I followed the horde, experimenting.