Clark Fiddle twiddled his thumbs, scanning the surroundings for any sign of kaiju or rebel activity from his station, despite being near the center of the city.
He was currently guarding a ‘correctional facility’ with a fearso reputation, known as ‘The Pit’.
None of that was true. There were no prisoners, only more guards who lived on-site, wearing prisoner outfits for the sake of the ruse.
No one wanted to break in to a prison, and the average citizen was happy enough ducking their heads and thanking their lucky stars they hadn’t been sent to The Pit, never really questioning why they didn’t know anyone who’d been housed there.
What they really had was a kaiju, restrained smack dab in the middle of the city.
Clark had watched the outer fences for two years before they had trusted him enough to take a rotation on the inside, and what he saw horrified him. A team of mages with strong CC Abilities keeping the monster asleep and restrained at all tis.
There was a team of excavators and masons constantly working to make the pit the kaiju was in deeper, strengthening its prison around it.
That made him feel a little better, but if those crowd control mages ever missed a day…
It answered so questions about how the city was so unblemished by kaiju spawns, typically spawning outside the city and in fewer numbers, making a city a workable concept.
The Tower must’ve had a hard limit on the distance kaiju could spawn from each other and how many could be active at a ti, allowing Baron Akul to restrain so exceptionally slow or weak kaiju to create a ‘safe zone’ upon which a city could be built.
‘Exceptionally slow and weak’ was a relative term, as the beast that slumbered underneath the prison could still cause untold destruction if it were ever roused.
Clark knocked on the wood post beside him.
It never hurt to be a little superstitious with these things.
In the distance, Clark could make out a wagon train coming down the road that ran adjacent to the faux prison exterior, causing his heart to skip for joy.
That must be the monthly kit.
Since it housed hundreds of guards who had limited contact with the world just beyond the range of the fence, supplies were shipped in on large wagon trains, from flour and beans to tal utensils, salt, cloth, toilet paper…
Everything the prison needed to keep running.
Those cans of cinnamon rolls preserved in honey…Oh, gods I hope they have so of those. Hopefully I can get so before the ‘lifers’ snag them all.
The guards who played at being prisoners were the ones with higher clearance, and not allowed to leave the facility until their term of service was over, at which point they were under Contract to lie about their ti there, accepting the stigma of being a ‘forr criminal’ in exchange for a generous stipend paid by the Baron.
It was a devil’s bargain, but there were always n willing to accept it.
Clark was not one of them. He could freely co and go to his wife and ho in the city, and as a result earned a comnsurately small amount for his work, as well as not being privy to certain classified secrets.
Which was fine with Clark, who had discovered that knowing more did not always make him feel better. In fact, the opposite was true, as he’d been having nightmares about the earth erupting as the sleeping giant buried under the city woke and unleashed death and destruction.
Soon as this contract is up, I’m moving out of The Tower. and Maggie can try for a baby. Much safer to have a baby outside, and I’m sick of pulling ou-
The wagon train took a left at the gate, the guards at the outer gate waving them in, prompting Clark to stiffen and ready himself at the second gate, putting his ga face on.
The inspector halted the wagon before it ca through the second gate, peering inside the lead wagon.
The inspector peered inside the first wagon, nodded, then waved them through, proceeding to the second and third.
Clark and his partner, Jacob, who was an enormous tool, got on either side of the second gate and opened it for the wagon.
The man driving the wagon was gaunt, almost skeletal, with sunken cheeks and an amiable grin. Like a happy corpse. He was wearing an oversized straw hat and overalls.
On the bench beside him was a wicked looking scythe that radiated ominous energy.
Did the inspector not see that, or what?
“Excuse sir, that weapon…” Clark said, pointing it out.
“Oh, it’s nothing but a family heirloom,” the skeletal man said, reaching up to tip his hat. “but I understand and I’d be happy to leave it here at the gate should you-“
The man did not tip his hat, instead grabbing hold of sothing hidden under his straw hat and slipping it down over his face.
A mask of purest Abyss.
On the other side of town, Will was eating breakfast while he walked, pondering his Build.
Will only had two of the five fingers of Phantom Hand slotted with any kind of item.
In the first slot was his ring of accuracy, with the mancatcher mutation, which increased his Strength by a drastic amount and allowed him to tug enemies around the battlefield.
In the second slot was Cold Harvest, which added modest lifesteal and strong frost debuff to every attack.
Will had already confird that the frost debuff applied when used with-
Will’s eye twitched as his hand dropped to his waist, where The Tomahawk of the Serpent used to rest.
The weapon’s psychic AOE was an excellent way to piggyback status effects past a monster’s – or person’ – defenses, and he was already missing it dearly.
It looks like the next job we’re going to take is the Phantom Thief. I want my axe back.
That was sothing they would work on later. For right now, it was ti to finally visit the legendary marketplace of the 5th Floor.
The marketplace sprawled out onto one of the main streets, with trinkets and consumables and less valuable Relics lining the streets.
There was food, too, with stalls of baked goods and street ats cleverly sandwiched between far more expensive Relic stalls, which made the inflated price of their wares sound reasonable by comparison.
Will bought so ‘french toast’ as they strolled through the market, almost unable to hear each other over the crowds.
“Rings, got rings for all ‘types here, I got fire rings, water rings, poison rings. Rings that blow up when you get hit! Rings that hypnotize, pulverize, womanize, you na it, I got it!” A hawker shouted right into Will’s ear as they passed by. He gave the stall a glance but the rings weren’t even behind a case, which implied they weren’t valuable enough to steal.
“You’ve got rings that blow up when you get hit?” Will asked, asking between bites of fluffy goodness as he stopped to look.
“That’s right, try this one on for size, kid,” the rchant said, pulling a chunky-looking ring out of the display for Will to appraise.
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Ring of Explosive Retribution
3 Resistance
When the user is dealt damage, creates a nine-foot radius explosion around the wearer that deals moderate bludgeoning damage.
“Does it protect you from the explosion damage?” Will asked.
“Obviously, it raises your resistance. Just imagine, a jumper hits you in the back and BAM! Flings that little shit right off of you.”
“But it says damage, so if an attack is stopped stopped by your armor, it won’t count, will it? And if it’s a ranged attack from beyond nine feet, it still triggers the explosion.” Will said. “aning soone could pelt you with little darts and you would just keep exploding for more damage than the darts themselves, right?” Will asked.
“You know what? Move on, I got real custors to worry about.” The rchant said, waving him off.
Will shrugged and moved on, grabbing another piece of french toast out of his bag and dipping it in his syrup cup as he walked
“You probably aren’t going to find anything amazing in the street stalls.” Loth said. “You’re also going to get fat.”
“Nah, I got another five years before my body gives up on ,” Will said, rolling up the delicious fluffy egg-bread and shoving it in his face.
“If you even live that long.”
“Exactly.”
Loth nodded. “I guess that’s fair. Ooh, there it is.” She tugged his sleeve and pointed at a store.
Exotic Sacrifices
Will nodded, swallowed his al, rolled up his bag and dipping cup, tossing them in a nearby trash can before heading over to the store, navigating the river of people streaming through the streets.
Will had seen streets almost this crowded once, during a festival in a larger town, but every day? It didn’t even seem possible.
Finally the two of them arrived in the store.
“Welco, welco!” the man behind the counter said, waving them in.
Everything on display was protected behind thick glass that shimred with so kind of enchantnt. Will was curious to see if his Phantom Hand could get through it, but not enough to risk starting a fight with the bouncers.
‘Bouncers’ plural.
This is more like it, Will thought, approaching the man behind the counter and opening his mouth to speak.
“You’re William Oh, correct?” The rchant said before Will could open his mouth. He had a wild mane of black hair and broken front teeth, looking far more wild than Will would’ve expected from such a high-security place.
“Steve told about your Party’s needs. Here’s what I have.”
He reached down under the countertop and pulled out a shallow box, with nearly a dozen Sacrifices on display, each on their own individual silk pillow.
“May I?” Will asked.
“Of course, but if you Sacrifice it, you’ve bought it. And if you don’t have the money, Mo and Edmund here will be more than happy to beat it back out of you.”
Will reached out and touched the solid bar of tal as he read the description.
Erosion Golem
A rare enemy on the ninth floor.
Adds abilities related to entropic destruction, repair and crafting to an aspirants Class.
1 Resistance 2 Focus 1 Kinesthetics.
Popular with Lords granting powerful Crafting Classes to Aspirants, or any item/consuable focused Build.
Will confird that it was an erosion golem by checking that his first upgrade choice while holding the chunk of solid tal.
It was.
“That’s a yes,” Will said, taking his hand off it before turning to the other.
He glanced over at the next item. A preserved pale arm, about a foot long. The flesh was opaque, but it seed as though the flesh might’ve been sowhat transluscent before it had been dried.
Axolotl
A rare enemy on the seventh Floor.
Adds powerful regeneration abilities to Aspirant’s Class choices. Favored by mages looking to add survivability without losing focus, or Fighters looking to add Focus without losing durability. or berserkers, or blood Ability users who wish to avoid scar-tissue buildup.
2 Resistance 2 Focus
Will checked what it would add to Aspect of the Goat.
Regeneration: Sacrifice an Axolotl to allow the user to regenerate, Including scar tissue and missing limbs. This healing is natural and not faster than what the body is naturally capable of.
“I can see why you’d want that,” the rchant said, glancing at Will’s stump as he teared up.
“Yeah. Definitely want this one,” Will croaked, restraining himself from imdiately adding it to Aspect of the Goat.
He reluctantly moved on to the next, a chunk of preserved flesh with a scaly green exterior.
Immortal serpent
Adds Powerful healing, health and longevity abilities to an Aspirant’s Class choices. May offer ta options for magical Abilities. Favored by those who want their legend to last forever.
Will frowned and re-read that last sentence.
Favored by Climbers who wish to live a long, healthy life, free from crippling injury or disease.
Will touched it and checked what it would do to Aspect of the Goat. Now that he was actually touching it, he could see more information.
Qualitative upgrade to Aspect of the Goat detected!
Aspect of the Goat Becos Aspect of the Immortal Serpent.
Abilities of Aspect of the Goat are retained and bundled in with Aspect of the Immortal Serpent.
Qualitative Upgrade increases Upgrade Slots from 1 to 6.
Aspect of the Immortal Serpent: Sacrifice an Immortal Serpent to allow the user to heal more completely. Scars and damage, both external and internal will fade away over ti, and only a complete removal of a limb or organ will prevent this healing.
Oh, that’s interesting.
Will didn’t know that Aspect of the Goat only had one slot for upgrades, but he always suspected, ever since he’d seen Aspect of the Gravity Goat listed as a potential upgrade.
Why would that be an option if he’d sacrificed Gravity Goat originally?
He figured that the Gravity Goat leather had been in such poor condition that it had given him a degraded version.
Will decided to ask to make sure.
“Excuse , do you know what a qualitative upgrade is?”
“Ah, you must’ve sacrificed a piece of poorly preserved Immortal Serpent leather or sothing, right?” the rchant asked, winking.
“…Yeah,” Will said, frowning.
“This is a rare phenonon, but not completely unheard of,” The rchant said. “Sotis, when soone Sacrifices a poorly preserved Sacrifice during Class creation that doesn’t et the minimum requirents, The System compensated by giving you a degraded version of the Abilities you would’ve gotten otherwise.”
“Uhuh,” Will nodded.
“But The Tower is nothing if not fair, if you co across one of the three sacrifices you used during Class generation you can perform a Qualitative Upgrade to bring it up to where it was supposed to be. It uses up one of the upgrades you get every five levels, but it doesn’t use a slot, it upgrades the Ability, and it typically expands the maximum limit of upgrade slots the Ability can take.”
“They didn’t go into that much detail in my school,” Will mused.
“It is a rare occurrence. People used to do it more often because a Qualitative Upgrade could often outperform a normal Ability in the long term.”
That perked Will up.
“But…the early survival rate was noticeably lower, and the Aspirants often didn’t survive The Trial.”
“They didn’t even make it to the Trial.” Will muttered, shaking his head, imagining moldy bones trapped in their own extradinsional tomb.
“Eh?”
“Nothing. So, is there a way to determine how many upgrades an Ability can have?” Will asked. “They didn’t go over that in school either.”
“Understandable, they don’t expect commoners to need the information. There is a way, though. Well, not directly, per se, aside from a Qualitative Upgrade telling you,” The rchant said. “But there is a pyramid,” He said, turning to the back shelves.
Will was tempted to grab the chunk of Immortal Serpent and Axolotl and run, but muscled it back.
A mont later the wild-haired shopkeep turned back with a book and flipped through until he revealed a massive illustrated pyramid of Sacrifice Rarity.
S
A
B
C
D
“Now, keep in mind,” The rchant said, motioning to Will. “This pyramid is a human construct, so there are exceptions, but basically, anything up here in the S category -” He held the book up and tapped the pointy top of the pyramid. “-can support between six and nine upgrades to an Ability generated by that Sacrifice, and provide up to five Stat Growth.
“A Rank supports four to six upgrades, and four stat growth,”
“B supports two to four upgrades, and three stat growth.”
“C Supports up to three upgrades and three stat growth.”
“And D supports one or two upgrades and three or less Stat growth.”
“So, Uru Drake?” Will asked.
“Right up at the top,” the rchant said, tapping the pyramid again before setting the book down. “Which is why I couldn’t get my hands on any. Apologies.”
“No worries, so I’m guessing…Immortal serpent is A rank?”
“Yes, it’s good stuff. Rare and valuable, but not impossible to acquire, sa with most of your requests. Would you like to inspect the rest of them?”
“Of course.”
The next items were Scavenger Crone, Infuser Demon and Poison Frog Sacrifices that June had requested, alongside samples of Ripley, Ticking Beetle, and Stone Shark for Loth. Travis, Mason and Reggie hadn’t settled on an exact request yet.
All of the Sacrifices were legitimate and looked well-preserved, so Will gave all of them the okay.
When Will saw the price tag, his eyes nearly fell out of his head, but this was the reason they’d allied themselves with the Oilton family in the first place, as well as why he’d been doing so much work performing at the underground fight clubs.
They could afford it, which was even more startling to him.
Will spent the next half hour signing papers authorizing the transfer of funds.
He felt very grown-up.
“Once paynt processes, you can co back into the shop and take possession of your new purchases.” The rchant said as he put the Sacrifices back behind the countertop. “Give it three days.”
Will nodded. Three days seed like an eternity this close to getting what he needed to get his hand back, but he would do what he had to do.
Once they stepped back outside, Will tapped Loth’s shoulder.
“Can you have your bugs hit those sacrifices with tracking scent? Knowing our luck, the Phantom Thief will try and steal them before we can get them just to spite .”
“You’re being paranoid, but…okay.” Loth shrugged.
A small shape ducked out of sight into an alleyway as Will looked up.
“You know, I don’t think I’m being paranoid.”
“Where to next?” Loth asked.
“There.” Will said, pointing at a sign.
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