Chapter 30: Time to Kill

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Chapter 30: Time to Kill

Luke cupped his hands to his face in frustration as a bar, ninety-nine percent of the way full appeared underneath the words, with a silhouette of a hand beside it. In blinking red letters underneath the hand was another message, it read:

Estimated time until fully charged: 8 hours 19 minutes and 11 seconds

Or Insert mana here.

You gotta be kidding me? I barely have any mana right now.

Frowning in annoyance, he put his hand where it wanted him to, and concentrated. Immediately he felt a strong suction from the device, one that rapidly began to drain his mana. Pulling it out of his body effortlessly, and making Luke pull his hand away in surprise, before he lost all of it.

Freaky. Looking at it consideringly, he put his hand back on the post, and with an exertion of his will, tightened the grasp he had on his mana. Forcibly lowering the hungry draw to a trickle, then stopping it entirely.

Interesting. I wonder if Luke eased his mental grip, and pulled up his status. Keeping a careful eye on his mana levels as did. Calibrating the hold he had on his mana, until the draw of the machine matched his natural regen, so that the level of his own mana stayed constant.

Lets see how much it takes.

Five minutes later the clock skipped forward one second, and Luke withdrew his hand. Shaking his head in disappointment as he did so.

I dont have enough juice to make a real difference. Might as well let it do its thing, and keep my mana for myself. Although, he opened his Status.

Status | Skills | Quests | Inventory

Name: Lukas King

Tier: Mortal

Mana: 112 / 3888.5

Rate: 15% per hour

Strength: 98 > 100

Agility: 92 > 95

Constitution:100 > 101

Arcana: 74 > 77

Stat Points: 104

Bloodline: Locked. Conditions not met. (1/10 000)

Charges: 7/10

If I spend all my stat points, and make my Constitution and Arcana equal so that I get the highest amount of mana possible, then I should more than double my current amount. Let's see.

He pulled out a piece of paper from his inventory and scribbled out the math. Mentally cursing his lack of calculator.

Just under ten thousand total mana. He glanced at the altar, sending the paper back to storage. Maybe thatll chip away five to ten minutes. If that. I rather wait and keep my Stat Points handy. Spending them on those two isnt a waste, but the whole point of saving them at all is to deal with something unexpected.

He stepped back from the altar, and watched curiously as it automatically navigated back to its main screen the moment he did.

I wonder why shes scattering all of us so far from here. He thought, walking back to the walkway with the treasures. Right, probably so we dont get robbed.

I didnt do anything to him, besides helping. Hes just sleeping off a poison from the turtle.

Hm. Why do you have your sword out? Were friends arent we?

No.

Very well. Why are you still here?

I wouldnt be if I could leave.

Yjarn started walking forward, drawing his own sword as he did. Letting the pair of shoes he had picked out, fall to the ground.

What are you doing with that? Luke asked, looking at the steel sword with apprehension.

You have yours, I have mine. Its only fair. He said casually, continuing walking forward. You took whatever he chose right.

Yes.

No He gave it to me.

And youre going to give it to me. Both what he took, and what you did.

For fucks sake. No. Luke lifted his sword.

You cant fight me. The distance between us is greater than you can handle.

And you cant kill me without breaking the Heros rules. Which is what youll have to do to get your hands on my things.

You really shouldnt test me like that. I dont have to kill you. Not when I can cut off your arms and your legs, and take what I want from your limbless torso. And after I do that, you can also tell me how exactly you have so much mana for someone who hadnt even started cultivating until two months ago.

What an asshole. I knew we werent friends. Luke glanced at his blade. The orange-red light that permeated the room shining off its silver surface ominously. Hes not entirely wrong though. I dont like my odds of winning a fight with someone at his level.

Why dont you give me those shoes, and Ill forget you said that. The room will let us leave soon, and we can go our separate ways once it does.

He cocked his head to the side. What do you mean?

Theres a teleporter behind the statue. Its gathering its power, and once it finishes, we can use it to go wherever we want on the archipelago.

Will it still work if you dont have any arms and legs?

This motherfucker. Luke took a deep breath, and lifted his sword. Choosing not to respond, as his thoughts ran wild in his head.

Its pointless talking to him. He thinks since were in the tomb, and that because hes stronger he can do whatever he wants, and there's nothing I can do to convince him otherwise. Even if I do give him the egg, I cant give him the mask. I could try convincing him that I traded Len the egg for a potion so he could live, but should I even bother?

On the very slim chance that it works and he doesnt attack me for shits and giggles after, am I supposed to just bend over for every asshat that thinks he can bully me? If I wanted to do that, I never would have said yes to the Seed. If Arke cant make me do what she wants, why should he be different.

An amazed expression came over Yjarns face. You have some guts. Im impressed, but guts wont stop me. He grinned. I wonder how Arya would feel when she walks through here, and sees you all cut up having bled to death.

I wonder how shell feel after I take a dump on your face.

What?

Luke looked him dead in the eyes. Im not great at trash talk. But I do have shit and piss in my inventory, and you're going to be covered in it and more holes and bruises than you can possibly imagine.

Hopefully.