Double-Blind: A Modern LITRPG Chapter 15

Summoning was a bitch and a half.

Imagine reaching up, grabbing a fistful of hair, then pulling away from yourself slowly, deliberately, every singular pinprick of detaching follicles popping out a reminder of what you were doing. Now imagine that feeling over your entire body. Little bits of yourself tearing away to create sothing entirely new.

Well, almost entirely new.

By the ti it was done, I was a sweat-covered, heaving ss, only partially able to rember why Id thought putting myself through this was worth doing. And as far as I could tell, the process failed. There was nothing but and the empty clearing.

I pulled the neck of my hoodie up to wipe the still flowing sheet of sweat from my forehead. It might be ti to call this particular venture. I hadnt exactly co away with the Master Sword, but Id found so supposedly valuable alchemical components and nearly doubled my level.

When I let my now soaked collar drop from my eyes, I found a spiky hazel face staring back at .

at?

Jesus Christ! I fell back on my hands, scrambling away.

What the actual fuck, Awareness?

This flower was taller than the others by about a foot, its face larger and more perfectly circular. Its vines were a muted green. But the most significant difference was the dark violet petals that tapered from nearly black to violet. It dipped away from with a hiss, its posture and expression a mix of confusion and fear.

That was interesting. Possibly why it had escaped notice in the first place. In my experience, summoner classes werent the most exciting to play in RPGs. Either the pets did next to nothing, requiring the summoner to dual-spec to achieve any real damage, or they did all the damageoften while you played sothing else on your phone. The difference here seed to be that its stats would reflect my own. Though I wasnt certain how intelligent I wanted a flower with a taste for human flesh to be.

I glanced up from the system text to watch my summon. It had wandered a small distance away and was poking at one of the fallen flowers with an errant vine. I kept my distance, taking an indirect path for a better look.

The flower was bent over, its face scrunched in concentration. It grabbed one of the smaller flowers and shook it gently, then harder.

Not very useful, if it cant tell the difference between a live enemy and a dead one.

I bent down to get a better look. Imdiately, vines dragged the fallen flower away from . My summon hissed aggressively.

This was a problem if it was going to be territorial.

Then it spoke. Not at.

Oh. Oh.

Not at. I repeated, trying to convey that I understood.

Sensing it had my attention, it tried to speak again. S-uh. Se-uh-see

I recognized the issue imdiately. S, sounds are painstakingly difficult for those unaccustod to using them. My sister struggled with them endlessly. But I also knew from personal experience how infuriating it was to have soone fill in the blanks from a stutter. It was better to let soone work it out for themselves. Still, if this enhanced speech was new, it might not even know how.

I kept my voice low and calm, enunciating clearly. Focus on the words. Picture how theyre shaped. Say them lightly.

The flower didnt acknowledge my words, its face still a mask of concentration. I was considering how to break down what Id just said into sothing more simple when it spoke.

Seed mate.

That was unfortunate. It was heavily implied, based on context alone, but I still found myself disappointed. The summons mories werent wiped. It likely still rembered the battle, and how Id killed its friends.

Are you going to try to kill ? I asked, not expecting to get a straight answer.

Cant. The flower drooped a bit at the admission.

Cant or wont?

The warning ca like a taser to my neurons, screaming for to move. I darted back, just as a thorned vine struck out towards . It extended out further, however, keeping easily in range. I ntally prepared myself for the impact. But it never ca. The appendage bounced off an invisible forcefield, bouncing helplessly away.

Cant, The flower reiterated, sounding almost depressed.

I considered. It wasnt as if I owed this creature anything, by any reasonable margin. Theyd struck first and suffered the consequences for it. And the best way to manipulate soone with a simple mind was to elevate their ego. I could tell the creature that it had been chosen, and its increase in power was a gift bestowed on it for being worthy. Suggestion was a tool in my portfolio for exactly this purpose. But as I watched it, still lightly shaking its companion as if they might wake up at any mont, the idea of manipulating sothing so simple felt cruel.

Straightforward it was, then. Do you have a na?

The flower perked up at that. Want.

You dont have one, but want one?

In a very human motion, the flower nodded.

That was good. A simple motivator, easy to follow through on.

I spoke slowly, Sothing bigger than youbigger than placed you here for soone like to kill.

Big at? The flower asked.

Big at. I confird. It was close enough. No way was I going to try to explain the concept of a system to a Helianthus.

Why?

I dont know, I said. But Im going to find out. So, you have options. You can rest with the others if you like. Or co with , and learn the answer to your question.

This was only partially a lie.

I had no intention of throwing away my only summon. I was about to push further into the dungeon, after all. It was pragmatism. I had to use what I had, and falling back on keening morality in the midst of this situation was foolishness.

But there was sothing distinctly unpalatable about the idea of enslaving a creature intelligent enough to speak and forcing it to do my bidding. That was a dodgy proposition on any tric, moral or otherwise. If it refused, Id make ample use of Suggestion for the remainder of my venture, then release it on this floor on my way out. No matter how useful it was.

There had to be lines. Even for . Perhaps especially for .

The flower seed to co to a decision. Want to see big at. It was both the creatures longest sentence and its most definitive.

I smiled and reached out towards it. Glad to hear it.

Soft petals tickled my palm as It leaned into my touch, the sa way a dosticated animal might. I rifled through my inventory and withdrew a bag stuffed with jerky, intending to feed my new acquisition.

Sothing snapped the bag out of my hands before I could react.

Vines coiled around the bag, the flowers sharp teeth flashing as it tore through the plastic and disemboweled the container in graphic detail.

I tried not to think about the fact that sothing similar could have easily been my fate.

Probably best to keep you, far, far away from Iris and Ellison.

Happy with the outco, I crossed the adow, returning to the elevator.

Of course it has.

My summon followed into the iron cage of the elevator. It struggled with the changing terrain but adapted quickly, its vines forming supporting loops. The doors shut behind us.

It stared up at expectantly. Na?

Oh, right. I considered the question. Flowers were hermaphroditic, but its voice read as vaguely female. Then I considered the rest of it. A carnivorous plant that would grow in both power and size, with an unnatural fixation on at?

There was only one answer.

Your na is Audrey.

Audrey bobbed back and forth in delight as the elevator began to move, rising further into the abyss above.