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>>6420938
“Yeah, no,” If even a single imp gets the drop on you, you're chopped liver, no two ways around it. Saki makes a gesture calling you a chicken, but you ignore her. She's just trying to mask her own fear with humor. “Let’s try to look for an elevator. Seventeen, can you see one around here?”

The warform nods, “The ledge expands at the edge of the atrium. If there is one here, it will be there.”

“Alright, let’s get moving.” Like before, the three of you scurry along the wall of the Overlevel. You can reiterate how creepy this all is. The horror of not knowing what could be lurking below, or above, but, well, by the time you reach the hanging platform, your mind has already cut those parts out. Like, when you’re driving a long distance, and your memory blanks out how you got there while you're at the wheel, then you freak out a little. Okay, right now you’re freaking out a lot, but that’s mostly because of your situation, not because you forgot how you got here. It should go without saying that there’s no [Mark] around the elevator, but what there is is a hell of a lot of blood. It looks like someone was torn apart and dragged inside by… Something nasty. The blood isn’t dry either.

Seventeen holds her massive warhammer in one hand while Saki uses her shoulder to support her mace. Needless to say, you’ve taken your musket out by now, and the two of you who can breathe do so heavily. Then the Knight Commander takes initiative and calls the elevator, without consulting with either of you first. Goddammit.

You stand there waiting for a long time, facing the small doorway in anticipation. Every few seconds, you find yourself looking behind you, towards the ever-present darkness, in fear. Isn’t the start of an adventure supposed to be a lot easier than this?! You should still be relaxing in the starter town, eating good food, and meeting interesting people! So why do you feel like you’re part of a horror movie’s cold open?!

“Dude, you’re shivering,” Saki whispers, “I can hear your armor rattling.”

“Can you fucking blame me?” You whisper back.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the guy with special powers? You being scared is making me scared!”

“Can’t help you, man. If something jumps out of that elevator, I’m blowing us all to kingdom come–”

*DING*

You whimper. The elevator opens.

Immediately, you have to force yourself to stop puking. The smell before was nothing compared to now; it’s not even comparable to the goblins. “Urp–” A pile of what can only be described as [Meat] litters the small interior of the elevator. [Blood], [Flesh], [Bone], and [Sinew] scattered everywhere. It’s– Oh, God. You aim your shaking rifle at the elevator, waiting for something– anything to pop out...

But nothing does. And eventually the doors start to close, or it would if Seventeen didn’t put the tip of her hammer in front of them. Is she insane?! Wait, don’t answer that.

>>6420985
“It seems whatever was in here has left for now. Shall we descend?” She wants to kill you. Like, does she literally have a screw loose?

>”Y-yeah– You f-first though!”

>”L-let’s head back to the hole.”

>”STAIRWELL! Let’s find a stairwell!”

>Just start crying

>[Write-in]

>>6420986
>”Y-yeah– You f-first though!”
This much [Meat] being scattered around does not bode well. It implies that whatever killed the creature or creatures did it for sport, and not to eat.

>>6421042
Writing!

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>>6421151
Fuck– fuck– shit! You curse yourself as you make up your mind to get into that death trap. Shit, man, why do you have to do this? Is this really better than the asscrack? You can feel your whole body wretching and writhing under you as you ask Seventeen to step in. You hyperventilate as nothing jumps out and grabs her, you heave as your legs take you forward, and your boots slosh in the grim grime. Oh, God, you think you just crushed a pinkie. “Hey, quit being such a baby,” Saki slaps your back. You have to wonder who she's talking about as her armor rattles. Then you notice the ribcage spilling intestines on top of a gore-pile in your peripherals. Fuck– fuck– fuck– Why did you get in here? How the hell are the others following you? You want to go H-H-H-HOME!!!

“I’m going to take us to the Storagehouses, past the Overlevel. We should not linger here.” The Knight Commander orders.

“F-fuck, man.” You mutter as the elevator door closes. Luckily, they’re normal doors and not the mouth of a mimic. J-jesus, everything around you makes your mind conjure monsters in every mote of darkness. The dwarven mechanics begin to whirl, and the lift moves. The corner of your eyes feels wet, “I-i got a bad feeling about this.” You say as you pass the stop at the bottom of the Overlevel.

“Why the fuck did you say that!” Saki yells, as– *THUD* a massive weight falls on the elevator... None of you speaks, and not a sound is heard save for the whirl of [Mana] moving the elevator down.

A raptorish hoot echoes through the air as more thuds shake the horrible cage you willingly entered. You aim your [Explosive]-filled gun at the ceiling and tremble. It would seem the maestro behind this carnage was away as you had hoped. *SCREECH* A horrific noise makes you want to cover your ears, and you would if not for the vice-grip on your gun. Then you hear a latch unlock on the ceiling panel, the one connected to the elevator shaft above. You’re practically in tears as a blood-stained [Claw] worm its way under the panel and *Tap* *Tap* *Taps* the top of the elevator...

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA– Fuck! THIS!

>Shoot your gun into the dark shaft above.

>Cower behind Seventeen and let her handle this.

>Try to turn the elevator roof into a [Barrier]

>[Write-in]

>>6421168
>Try to turn the elevator roof into a [Barrier]

>>6421168
>Try to turn the elevator roof into a [Barrier]
Firing an [Explosive] at the roof in a small, enclosed room seems like a bad idea. We're the mage. Let's do some magic.

>>6421213
>>6421298
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>>6421464
You bring a frantic hand off the barrel of your gun and cast [Barrier] on the roof, funneling as much [Mana] into the spell as you can. You hear the beast hiss as its claw reels back in pain, though as it does so, it bumps into the ceiling panel, making it fly open. You can barely make it out in the dim light, but a large mass fills the elevator shaft. You see it reel its single-claw-tipped arm back, and you flinch when it tries to punch through the square opening– The claw bounces back, and your body fills with relief.

“What the hell is that thing?!” Saki yells, frantically looking between the monster’s dark silhouette and Seventeen.

“A razorbeak, a species of subterranean predator. They are strong, malicious, and fiercely intelligent. It is unsurprising at least one has made its way into the the Underpass–”

*THUD*

The entire elevator shakes, you trip, falling helmet first into one of the gore-piles. You do not really need to elaborate on what you do next; just know that it is loud and makes it rather hard to calm down and get back up. Doubly so, considering the– *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* –beast has taken to repeatedly pounding on your [Barrier]. The only one able to stay standing, with some difficulty, is the massive warform who uses her hammer for support. You and Saki flail about like ragdolls. You keep trying desperately to get up but– *THUD* It feels almost useless– *CRACK* Something crunches under your armored hand, and the thuds stop.

You look down; in the middle of one of the piles, there are three dark blue eggs, one of which your hand has gone straight through. *SCREEEE–* A deafening shout forces you to try in vain to cover your helmeted ears. Then it suddenly stops. You hear the chitter of a beak as a flabby, long-necked, creature comes into view of the elevator light as it presses itself against the invisible [Barrier] of the ceiling pane. Large gobs of blood stretch and fall as it opens and closes its horrible beak. Its red eyes seem to peer into your soul, to gaze at the entity within, and its dark blue feathers blend into the darkness behind it. You wilt at its expression of rage as you hear the awful sound of one of its claws grabbing onto the elevator cable. The only thing stopping this cage from falling who knows how many miles below. The sparks it makes illuminate its massive avian-and-bear-like form. You– you have to do something or else it could send you plummeting to your doom. B-but surely, it would never actually harm its eggs, r-right?” Its chittering seems almost like laughter as it stares directly at your desperate flailing, and you have no idea how much longer it is until the next stop.

>>6421483
Your eyes dart around the room for a plan–

>S-surely, it cares for its young. Try to use an egg as a hostage.

>And it finds one as you fall on top of what used to be a person. Throw a [Meat] [Fire] [Sword] straight towards its beady eye.

>The sparks light up the monstrosity's massive claw, tearing apart the elevator cable. Try to turn that [Claw] into [Lavender].

>Rely on Seventeen, surely she has a plan.

>[Write-in]

>>6421488
>S-surely, it cares for its young. Try to use an egg as a hostage.
We're not yolking around here

>>6421488
>And it finds one as you fall on top of what used to be a person. Throw a [Meat] [Fire] [Sword] straight towards its beady eye.
Best not to wait around.

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>>6422185
Your desperate eyes frantically look around the enclosed space of jostling meat and metal– Anything! You'll take anything! You just need to find a way to get that thing away from you! It's right on top of you! Literally! You freeze as another bump from the beast kicking the elevator causes your arm to fall inside what used to be a green-skinned man's chest cavity. You throw up in your mouth as you try to pull it out, but a strap on your forearm armor gets caught on a rib, so when you try to worm your arm away, the corpse comes with you like a dame in a macabre waltz. You wiggle and jerk, but you can't find a way to get the damn dead guy off of you-- Wait, you freeze again. Why do you even need to get him off? You look up at the mocking beaked-thing above you, and for the first time in a while, a familiar type of smile etches its way across your lips. The same smile that appears when you manage to carry a bullshit item to first place in Mario Kart so that your friend in second can witness in horror as you zoom off in front of them.

You grab the spine of the cadaver and funnel your [Mana] inside. It makes a sickly set of sounds as it crackles and pops into place; the [Meat] of the torso transforms into a grisly [Sword] that feels perfect in your hand. Then you throw it. And for good measure, you set it on [Fire] while it soars through the air. The creation of which causes such an intense illumination of the dark elevator that all eyes immediately turn to witness it, including that of the monster--

"SCREEEEEEEEEEE--" It reels back in torment at the sword finds purchase in its face. It desperately flails in the confined elevator shaft, cutting itself on the rapidly descending cable and smashing into the walls on all sides. It unsuccessfully tries to use its clawed arms to pull the flaming meat sword free, but without thumbs, finds the task all but impossible, at least impossible enough to not be able to prevent its face from becoming a cauterized mess. The schadenfreude that fills your body as you witness the monster above mimic your actions from the previous minutes is so wonderful that you find yourself giggling despite yourself.

"The elevator's slowing, evacuate immediately!" Seventeen shouts as the cables move slower and slower, until the doors eventually creak open —Seventeen punches a hole straight through the door and uses her massive hands to wrench it apart. "Go!"

>>6422223
Saki immediately runs out of the elevator, but your eyes are transfixed on the magnificent blaze above you, on the death throes of the great beast of the-- 'Ugh, do I have to do everything myself? Move, idiot!' A strange feeling overwhelms you from deep inside. You're back in the present moment, you can feel your body move, but is it you who has complete control over it, or someone else? The only thing you can truly know at this present moment is that the monster cannot be allowed to live any longer. You use your strap to bring your musket into your hands, no matter how poor the blood covering you makes your grip. You point the barrel at where the ceiling panel used to be and-- "Otto, what are you–" Seventeens inquires as you [Dispel] the [Barrier] and fire your [Explosive] round.

A deafening *BOOM* fills the tunnels as both the Razorbeak and the elevator cables explode, the inferno races towards you through the barrier you dissipated, but your strings force you to action, a simple roll under Seventeen's legs leads you out of the gore-cage until the wreckage, monster, and all, fall past. leaving nothing behind you but a smoldering ledge to an unfathomable depth as the flames get farther and farther from sight.

"Oh my god," Saki mutters in shock while Seventeen simply stares at you.

In front of you, you witness as the flames illuminate many, lanky humanoid creatures whose bodies seem to be composed entirely of a black void, save for their white insectoid eyes. They retreat rapidly from the flames and into the expanse of pitch-black darkness in front of you. Black claws vanishing behind all corners of the hall. "ShadowStalkers," Seventeen informs as she hoists her lantern up. "It seems they have infested the warehouses, do not leave the light lest their claws tear you apart."

"Dude, how the fuck did you do that?" Saki doesn't seem to hear the Knight Commander's commands. Instead, her visor looks solely towards your own.

>"I-i, um, skillz?"

>"I'm not entirely sure myself..."

>Don't even comment, like a real badass.

>[Write-in]

Regardless, Seventeen's lantern should keep you safe for now, but how do you wish to proceed?

>With caution as before.

>Like the fucking Doomguy. You mean, did you see the shit you just did?!

>Do you wish to use any runes? [Which ones?}

>[Write-in]

>>6422224
>[Write-in]
"I have MANY mysterious powers and skills at my disposal..."
>Stare. Stoically.
>Do you wish to use any runes? [Which ones?}
These dicks don't like light. Let's use [DIVINE]/[FIRE]/[SWORD] to shed some LIGHT on the situation! HAHA

>>6422226
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>>6422355
"I have MANY mysterious powers and skills at my disposal," You say with the utmost aura as somewhere, somehow, a light breeze blows, causing your wool cloak to flow elegantly behind you. Then it strays a bit too close to a lingering fire, and you frantically turn around to beat it into submission. A slight singe, nothing major. Phew.

"Pfft, no, I mean, ah, we already went over this yesterday, didn't we..." Saki says, her humor trailing off into awkward silence.

Nonsense, you won't allow the falling action of your climactic battle to be awkward! You turn, and your cape again flutters like crazy. But you pay it no mind. Instead, you stare off into the darkness ahead of all of you, glaring at the white compound eyes watching you with menace. They must be quivering against you, the epitome of stoicism. Zeno would be proud. You smirk because you're sure that you look so goddamn cool–

"Hey chuuni, your cloak's still on fire," Saki deadpans.

"Eeek-!" You squeak! You frantically turn around, only to be brought face to face with a horrific reality. Saki lied to you. You glare at her, stoically, of course, and totally not in seething rage at the fact she 'got you'.

"Got you," She laughs– Heh, you still got it.

"Are you two done?" Seventeen asks, the both of you shrug, "Acknowledged... Let's be off then."

As the three of you walk through dark corridors and rooms, almost reminiscent of playing Lethal Company without a flashlight, you press your hand against a wall next to you. When you bring it back, it's gripping a newly created [Sword]. In the darkness, you're not even sure if the wall is [Blackiron] or not, but with all the energy you've been collecting throughout the day with the [Receive] runes "drawn" on your armor, you're not sure if it even matters. And that's not even mentioning the pick-me-up from the [Strangeleaf] and Kenluthian's gift. Your abilities are kind of bullshit, right? Like, apparently, isekai cheat skills aren't alien to this world, but you definitely got something overpowered. You mean, you just turned the wall into a usable [Sword] suited perfectly to you. Hell, the hilt even has badass skeletons on it with angel wings. Like that's wicked gnarly. And to think it hasn't even been two days– Well, probably hasn't yet, you've kinda lost track of time already down here.

>>6422392
Damn, now that you think about it, if you're able to find more, you can probably do some pretty batshit insane stuff if you put your mind to it. Case in point, you raise the sword in front of you and cast it alight with [Fire] as simply as imagining it. It's a lot brighter than the lantern because of how much [Mana] you easily funnel into the rune, and even more of the white-eyed humanoid retreats as the visible light almost doubles in diameter. You hope they get the impression they need to keep their distance, rather than trying to snuff out the light in your hand. Maybe if you try another rune? [Div– Your body locks in place, a familiar pain flares through your body. The sword drops.

"Hey– Watch it!" Saki cries as you almost drop a fire sword on her foot.

"S-sorry," you apologize as you hurriedly pick it back up. Thankfully, the [Fire] stayed on the blade and didn't cause a disaster. But what the Hell just happened? Why can't you make the sword divine like the one you wielded against the horde? You feel a sense of relief flood your body, starting with your chest, as your core releases the lockdown on your [Mana]. You get the vague feeling that someone is calling you an idiot. Ugh, that bastard. You must have almost done something that would have backfired. Dammit, how are you supposed to figure stuff out without experimentation?! This is so bull! Y'know, maybe if she would just explain stuff to you, these mistakes wouldn't happen! Whatever, for some reason, which you hypothesize is the [Mana] it takes to catch, you're not able to cast [Divine] right now. Or maybe it's that you have [Ascend] first? Dammit, even you know that [Ascend] can't exactly be tested out right now. Maybe if you were at the wizard college you could, but definitely not surrounded by mobs.

You hear a scream, and a Shadowstalker falls from the ceiling. Holy– But before you can even relax, a two-handed mace, wielded like a baseball ball, swats the bastard back into the dark whench it came. The crunch it made was actually quite satisfying. Seventeen doesn't even bother to comment, probably feeling the situation is handled, and Saki simply tells you, "Get your head out of the clouds, protag wannabe."

"T-thanks," You mumble. But let's be fr, give it another second and you totally would have sliced that thing into pieces. You totally had that handled, but it's nice to let Saki feel good about herself. Definitely.

>>6422395
With Seventeen leading the way, you provide extra light, and Saki being overall pretty thuggish, you press on further into the darkness. For a long while, you don't find much of anything interesting. But you're still kinda high off your fight in the elevator–the shadowstalker notwithstanding– and how you totally won that. You powerscale wayyy higher than a Razorbeak, and so, with how frail the Shadowstalkers look, and how easily Saki dispatched one, you're pretty sure you'd mog them too. It's just simple logic. So when you do catch a glimpse of a sharp claw or talon in the darkness, or hundreds of eyes in the distance, you don't really feel all that afraid. Not like you did back in that hellevator. Tbh, it feels like your mood has done a complete 180, you feel powerful, and you know you'd be a lot more powerful if you could find more runes. You almost salivate thinking of all the bullshit you could get away with, so if you're ever in a place with a bunch of magic, you should–

Wait, a minute. Shouldn't this place be full of that? Sure, it might have been ransacked and infested with vermin, but even the most mundane of equipment can make you all the more powerful if you're creative with it. Just look at what you've done with what amounts to a simple [Heat] spell. And you're sure if you get a better understanding of the fundamentals, maybe one day you'll be able to make divine weapons all you want. Maybe you should try to look for more magic stuff? It might take some time, but instead of passing the odd box or room filled with, uh, stuff, maybe you could ask the other to let you take a closer look? Surely, these Shadowstalkers aren't going to be that much of a problem, right?

"I can read thermals from up ahead." Seventeen suddenly announces.

"What? Where?" Saki asks.

Seventeen points, "They appear to be arranged like roadlights, likely an encampment of some kind."

"How far?" You ask, beyond your torchlight, there is only darkness, and eyes.

"About an hour." She comments– wait, what?

"How big is this room?" You question.

"This is the main storage hub for the region, so it is a few miles long and a thousand feet tall at its highest point." You blink. Then thank your translation spell for converting whatever fantasy units they use here into the imperial system instead of yucky metric. God bless America.

"Jesus," you mutter.

"And I can't see any of it, laaaaame!" Saki whines.

Seventeen turns toward the two of you, "I have no preference for how we should proceed on this floor. I leave it up to the heroes–"

"Otto's doing it!" Saki cuts her off.

"Fuck, fine-

>-you mind if we look around the warehouse a bit for anything useful?" In truth, for more runes [Anything specific?]

>-we're heading towards the light, like obviously. Seems like main quest shit."

>-Yo, hold up, I think I see a goblin [Mark] off in the distance. We should follow that."

>[Write-in]

>>6422396
>-you mind if we look around the warehouse a bit for anything useful?" In truth, for more runes [Anything specific?]
>STICK (Can STICK to stuff)

>>6422396
>-you mind if we look around the warehouse a bit for anything useful?" In truth, for more runes [Anything specific?]
>STICK (Can STICK to stuff)
I agree with anon, some [Sticky] globs of [Explosion] mud could make for excellent grenades.

>>6422398
>>6422638
Writing!

>>6422657
"Did you see anything specific?" Seventeen asks like you can actually see anything down here. Maybe she forgot how humans work.

"Nothing specific," You clarify, "It's just that I think we shouldn't let this opportunity go to waste, y'know? And, uh, I think I might be able to improve my abilities if I snoop around here more."

"Indeed?" Seventeen pushes, now intrigued.

"It's just, uh, do you know where magic stuff would be stored? Hell, doesn't even need to be anything fancy, I'm sure even like a clock would do." Or maybe you can find one of those squishes that they sell at mall stands. Y'know the ones that you throw on a table, and they go *splat* and stick everywhere? You're pretty sure there's a lot you could do with the runes that could give you. Maybe the dwarves, or any species of the Pact, have toys like that? Actually, that makes you curious, "Hey, Seventeen was this place like dwarf only? I keep referring to them in my head as the dwarven tunnels, but like, how did it actually work?"

"First, follow." You and Saki do so, "Second, you are incorrect. While originally these tunnels would have been used primarily by the dwarves when they first carved them centuries ago, after the signing of the pact, all sorts of creatures would call this region home, even if this section of tunnel was specifically mostly used for transport between Holds or underground cities, should Earth not have those."

"Ah, makes sense. So the Leytrain you talked about was the main thing here?" You ask.

Seventeen's helmet bobs, "They were the priority of these tunnels, though I am certain when this stretch was abandoned, many subterranean villages in between the holds required evacuation. Now it seems the primary demographic here is monsters and other such nightmares. I am surprised we have yet to run into any demons; the civil strife the goblins spoke of must have been more severe than anticipated."

"Least the demons are killing each other for us then," Saki says as she watches the eyes watching us. Are there more of them now? Yeah, there probably are-- or maybe it's just because the room you're in is apparently massive. It's, uh, getting kind of eerie now. There must be hundreds of them, just stalking you. They don't even make any noises save for the slight scuffling of their movements, so when you don't look directly at them, you're liable to forget they exist entirely. Just what the fuck are these things?

>>6422686
"If we are to find anything magical in our proximity, it would be along the standing shelves here." Seventeen says after a few minutes of walking, "Though don't expect much. The dwarves are the most thorough race in the world, so anything of value has already been evacuated, then years of looting, scavenging, and infestation have likely taken the rest." By how barren the stone shelves, carved from the floor and ascending into the darkness, are, you have to believe her words. For likely miles upon miles, there is nothing but pure carved [Stone], expertly carved by the dwarves. You blink, raise an eyebrow, and chew your lip. That'll do, you suppose, that'll do.

"Hey, what's the process the dwarves use to make all this? Is there like a special magical process for stone-carving?" You ask.

"I have no idea, I am a knight commander, not a mason."

"Ah, right."

You window shop the barren shelves for quite a while, but her hunch was right, there really is nothing here, and whatever has been left has been broken beyond recognition. Their stored [Mana] having leaked out over the years. It makes you wonder how an underground fantasy race could ever have the logistical capabilities to transport a literally miles-long warehouse full of equipment. Just what kind of world have you ended up in? You suppose it doesn't really matter, you still have–

"Oh, shit!" Saki exclaims as you hear the screech of tearing metal as a long arm extends into the light as it tries to grab her. Said arm is smushed by a mace for its trouble. You bring your sword over to illuminate the struggling shadowstalker, but strangely, it does not make any noise as it does so. Verbally at least. Then, eventually, it tears its upper arm free from the mace, now separated from the lower, and flees into the darkness. Leaving a trail of pale-green blood(?) in its wake. The arm itself is weird to look at, about as thick-- and as durable– as a PVC pipe, though so dark it's hard to look at. "Blood," if the substance can even be described as such, pours from it like [Stick]y molasses. Thankfully, not enough to flood like in 1919. You also notice that the palm the forearm is attached to is actually quite small and circular, but the long [Knife]-like talons attached are anything but. Then you look up and gaze at the eyes surrounding you... There must be thousands.

"I do not wish to alarm anyone, but the shadowstalkers seem to be agitated now; we've likely strayed too close to their den. A fight is now unavoidable."

"Any advice?" Saki asks as the three of you get into formation, your backs to each other. Every time you swing your sword, about a dozen stalkers who were inching closer, ever so slightly, jut back into the darkness.

>>6422689
"These are cowardly pests, though they possess some semblance of courage when in large enough numbers. No matter what, do not back down or leave your blind spots open. Despite their frailty, their claws are sharp and can easily pierce your armor should you let them." No guts, no glory then.

"Do we stand our ground?" Saki asks.

"It would be unwise, with an infestation this bad, their numbers are possibly in the thousands. Otto, you have performed well in my assessments so far. Where should we proceed?" Assessments? Wait, you're being tested– Wait, no, you shouldn't even be surprised.

"What, is my vote not accepted or something? Why don't we just take out their den and kill em all?" Saki retorts.

"A fight with the monarchs of this colony would be most unwise if we wish to deal with the demonic horde down here in one piece. An army group will deal with the problem when these tunnels are marked for reclamation."

You can feel Saki roll her eyes. "Whatever," she says as a shadow lunges at her, its head is obliterated by her mace a second later. "Fine then, Otto, what do you think?"

>"Let's fight our way to the torches. The more light, the better." Even if it's going to be a looong way there.

>"Seventeen, can you take us back to where I saw the [Mark]? It's where we were when I started talking about magic items."

>"Actually, I agree with Saki. Let's take these buggers out."

>[Write-in]

You have your [Explosive] musket and sidearm, a dagger, your [Fire] [Sword], and a whole heap of runes to use. Is there any specific way you would like to?

>Keep using your sword, it gives off a lot of light, and it's sharp.

>You get an [Explosive], you get an [Explosive], everyone gets an [Explosive]!

>Try to [Construct] a [Gatling Gun] out of the nearest [Stone] shelf... But what to use as ammunition?

>[Write-in]

>>6422690
>"Seventeen, can you take us back to where I saw the [Mark]? It's where we were when I started talking about magic items."
>Try to [Construct] a [Gatling Gun] out of the nearest [Stone] shelf... But what to use as ammunition?
[FIRE] imbued stones

>>6423620
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>>6423734
"Seventeen, you mind, uh, pointing where we came from?"

She does so, "Of course, why?"

"Because I'm going to clear a way." As you say that, a complex structure rises from the ground in front of you. One of which you have no idea how it's [Construct]ed, but that you're able to build anyway. In fact, the gun you create looks almost nothing like the "dwarven sentry" set to defend the Locket's sewers, which was blocky and angular, but instead looks much more like its namesake. With how your creation is composed almost entirely of stone, it's bound to look weird, more like a replica of Gatling's first iteration of the gun in 1861, but still somehow, when you rest your hands on it, you know how to operate it. Sure, your copy may be flimsy and stunted due to its purely [Stone] form, but just like how you know the history of this weapon, you know it will work. A slight smile overtakes you as it begins to rev, and the first [Stone] bullets are fired into the darkness, the [Fire] that they [Burn] with illuminating dozens-upon-dozens of shadow stalkers. They die just as fast as they're seen, and with so many bodies close together, the [Fire] of your bullets soon morphs into an [Inferno] that casts much-needed light on the warehouse. The only thing surprising about your killing, as you annihilate hundreds of vermin, is how quiet it is. The shadowstalkers neither scream nor cry as they're slaughtered like an ant-colony that had molten mercury poured in it. There is the booming rattle of your gun, of course, and the horrific crunch of flesh as stalkers who get too close are brutalized by Seventeen and Saki, but still, the silence is almost unnerving. Maybe that's why you took to fixing that as soon as you felt the force of the [Gatling Gun] rattle your bones and shake your flesh-

"–AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAH!" You laugh with glee– "MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH MWAHAHAHAH!!!" The smile that overtakes your face is filled with undiluted ecstasy, as your gatling gun performs its deadly function. There's a reason why in Victoria 2 it's one of the required technologies if you wish to join the Scramble for Africa, and, like chemical warfare, it dismantles opponents who don't already have it. John Colt said that he made men equal; Richard Gatling disproved that claim.

*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click– rattle-clack-kerchunk*

After a far too brief period of time, your gun runs out of the ammunition the ground itself fed to it and falls to pieces in your hands. Parts fly everywhere, but with everyone so armored, any damage is safely ignored. Just like how the raging fire, almost surrounding you, makes it so you can ignore the shadowstalkers who have now retreated far, far away. It makes navigating to the goblin's [Mark] so much easier. Ah, technology, what a wonderful gift you are, even if you're a few centuries out of date. Now, if only you could find a way to make those automatic... Why is everyone staring at you?

>>6423830
"Otto, what the fuck?" Saki blurts.

"What?" You reply in confusion.

"I-- Er, you-- Argh, goddammit! Whatever, let's just go. C'mon, Seventeen, what are you waitin' around for?"

Seventeen continues to stare at you for a long while before something in her motor eventually clicks. "Let us proceed," is all she says, though you have a feeling that a billion thoughts are racing across her coded mind. Honestly, you barely even need to use your [Fire] [Sword] for light with the [Inferno] cooking the corpses of a hundred shadowstalkers. You will admit, though, it smells pretty bad, though no worse than the hellevator. At least this smell has a hint of BBQ, even if it means taking a few detours.

"Alright, I see the path now, just follow me. Oh, and Saki, can you pick up the slack a little bit? Pwetty pwease? Feels like I'm doing all the hard work here," You tease before yelping in pain as your helmet rattles. It would seem a pebble was thrown at it.

"Why I outta..." She growls but follows you regardless, loudly crushing any unburnt pitch-black corpses she walks past.

The [Mark]s bring you out of the main warehouse, which the trail only briefly entered, and through multiple hallways and rooms, down some stairs, then down the hall and to the left. You have to do a bit of crawling through some rubble, then a bit of climbing, Saki and Seventeen then execute an entire family of shadowstalkers that you ran into on your way until eventually you stumble upon a crack in the wall that leads into a forgotten crevice of a cavern that sat unused by the dwarves. You continue through it, only to be met with piked skulls used as braziers, dispelling the darkness before you. Must be to keep the stalkers out. Then, for the first time in quite a while, you heard unfamiliar voices coming from a bend up ahead. "Praise be to the Great Lady Luvettel," they repeat in the most bored of monotones, "Long may she reign– *ACHOO*"

"I hear goblins up ahead," Seventeen comments.

"I think we found our guys," Saki whispers, to which you nod.

Then Seventeen stills as you hear a feminine voice, "No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong! Do it again, and like we practiced this time!" You hear multiple curses and grumbles from the goblins, but then they repeat the same chants praising Lady Luvettel, though it seems she cannot be pleased. "Ugh, come on! Why is this so hard! All you have to do is praise me! Is that really such a hard task for my slaves?! All you have to do is say the right words!"

>>6423832
You hear a goblin cough. "Your, erm, immensity," wait, what? "We've been pushed to the brink of exhaustion. We cannot sing of your, um– great, uh–"

"Your great flatulence!" Another goblin supplies. Wait a minute--

"Y-yes, my Lady, you've such a vivid imagination; almost like you exist in your own little world, so it is hard for us ever-so-lowly slaves to keep up with your oh-so fallible orders." You hear a series of affirmations and small applause from around the corner. And a few chuckles.

"I-i suppose," The woman, Lady Luvettel, if you must guess, meekly responds, "We've only been at it for an hour though..."

"So we only need one– no two–"

"Three!"

"Yes, three hours of rest so that we can perform at peak capacity for you. Surely, Lady Luvettle, long may she pain, would not suffice for anything but the best?"

"...I guess. B-but you better be back here by then! Or else!" You can hear a heel stomp on stone echo from the small cavern.

"Of course! Of course! Why we would never betray your high expectations, Lady– Um, what was it again?" One goblin trails off

Only to be saved by a chorus of the others, "Lady Luvettel!"

"What is going on?" Seventeen whispers, "I can only hear the demon's words. She sounds puny."

"The goblins are making fun of her, and she doesn't even realize." You supply and have to stop yourself from laughing. Then one of the goblins, who just got on break, turns the corner and looks up towards the three of you. Instead of raising the alarm or anything, he just stares. You give a slight wave then

>You bring your finger to your lips and motion for him to come over

>Realize that– oh no. No no NO! You're not missing your chance to join in the fun. Make your grant entrance as Lady Luvettels most worshipful (mocking) of servants! Whether the audience likes it or not, this is the Otto Griggs show now!

>[Write-in]

>>6423620
>>6423830
By the Saintess, Otto's stolen magic is fucking terrifying.

>>6423833
>You bring your finger to your lips and motion for him to come over.
We do NOT want to let Luvettal know we're here. If she's managed to seize control of an entire demonic warband while being knee-height, she must have some dangerous magic.

>>6423981
Writing!

>>6424119
*BANG* The judge's gavel strikes the sound block, "Order! We will have order in this court!" Judge Griggs demands of the assembled Ottos, and after a spell of chaos and curses, all present fall into silence. The judge, whose white beard looks to be attached by a string around his head, continues, "We will now begin the trial of Otto Griggs vs. Otto Griggs. The defendant may now speak."

"Okay, c'mon, dude, it would be soooooooo~ fuckin' funny, man." Jester Griggs, whose hat is quite spectacular, begins, "Like, think of the bit potential here! We could totally farm laughs. Are we really going to let this opportunity pass?!"

"Objection, your honor," Knight Griggs objects in a firm and disciplined manner. The jester sticks his tongue out at him. The judge nods his head to the knight to allow him to proceed, "Simply put, this is a bad idea. While we have not yet seen the Demon, the fact that she's managed to subjugate followers, a demonic warband no less, means that no matter how pathetic her voice may seem, she is still a danger capable of great harm! Let us not inflate our ego so much after a single battle!"

"But-- but-! Think of the bit potential! Even Goblins are managing to make fun of her, are you saying that their jokes are better than ours?!"

*BANG* *BANG* "Otto, Do not speak out of turn!" The judge demands.

"It sounds like a pain, I don't really want to do it..." Stoner Griggs complains from under the beanie he dragged over his face. He is ignored by all when he asks if anyone has a light.

"Come now, surely after what we just accomplished this should be a trivial matter," Scientist Griggs interjects and receives a thumbs up and downward nod from Historian Griggs, who's currently too busy scrolling Wikipedia on his phone to really pay attention to the debate.

"Do you guys think the demon girl is hot?" Pervert Griggs asks the assembled–

*BANG* "Enough!" The judge shouts, "Prosecution, you may proceed."

"Thank you," Knight Griggs thanks, "I am not saying we can't make fun of the demon, but no matter what, we should acquire more information. Let us learn everything we can from the goblin, then and only then can we proceed."

The Jester on the defendant's stand grumbles before sticking his tongue out, again, and flipping the knight off.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Cries a golden woman, composed mostly of negative space, as she spawns in the center of the debate hall--

*BANG* "This court is adjourned!" The judge calls, fear evident in his voice–

>>6424139
You open your eyes and let out a disappointed sigh before raising your finger to where your lips would be positioned behind your helmet and gesturing the goblin forward. Said goblin looks behind him, to the three of you, shrugs, and follows you towards the braziers. "Watch it, these are set up to keep the creepies out," He says as the three of you venture a bit too far into the darkness.

"I do think that's gonna be a problem," Saki says while side-eying you. At least you think she is; it's hard to tell through the eye lenses of her helmet.

"We were sent by Killmor to rescue you," You say, the court of your mind deciding instantly it's a better way of saying 'we're here to get revenge for you because your leader thinks you're dead,' "Do you know Gilti?"

The goblin looks at the two of you in mute shock, "You know our language?" He eventually asks.

You nod, "Please, we're here to help. Er– um, my name's Otto, and this is Saki and Seventeen, we're very powerful warriors."

The goblin looks down for a second before spitting on the ground. Kind of reminds you of Saki. "You may call me Niphe, a warrior of the Burrowclaw Clan. A day after we were done distracting Lady Luvettel, as the others got away, she let her guard down, and Gilti struck. She thought her skeletons and imps would be enough to keep us in fear. She obviously didn't know our lead warrior very well, as he courageously attacked while her back was turned. Managed to get a good strike, but her horn prevented the wound from being fatal. In panic, she cast a spell, and we all got to witness Gilti rotted from the inside out."

"Gruesome," Saki interjects, and the goblin doesn't disagree.

"As warriors, we are trained from birth to rid ourselves of weakness, to revel in slaughter instead of succumbing to fear. Still, I do not believe the sight of such a strong man reduced to–" He spits again as his eyes turn glossy, "Reduced to that thing will ever leave me. What was worse is that the castor almost seemed more horrified than we did at her spell."

"Killmor isn't going to be too happy about that," You mutter.

"No, he will not. Should she have been a goblin and not a demon, this would have been the cause for a blood feud. But we have long known the horrors that await those who do not submit or run from her kind."

"But you guys seem to be doing alright?" Saki asks with a waiver, "I mean, you're making fun of her to her face and all."

>>6424142
The goblin nods and lets his voice drop even lower than the whisper before, "It was after a few days of our imprisonment that we realized Lady Luvettel is simply not that smart. We thought her insistent attempts for us to worship her were a cruel way to enslave our souls. That was until the third day, when we realized how small she was compared to her skeleton army, except for Gilti, of course, and we determined the truth behind her. After a week of thinly veiled mockery and pushing the limits of what was allowed, we determined that she was, in fact, the runt of her litter. She has magical power more than any shaman, yes, but it would have been a mercy to kill her as a babe. It is a wonder why the demons, hardy and cruel as they are, would ever allow someone like her to live. I believe they likely forgot about her, seeing as she's found the most remote location possible to hide in."

That's, um... You relay this all to Seventeen. "Then she will be easy to kill." Is she has to say on the matter.

Well, you can't say you exactly disagree. Though you also can't say the thought of killing someone that sounds so... pathetic, seems all too appealing now.

>"Do you think you can tell us any of her weaknesses? Ways we can take her out?" You ask the goblin.

>"Should be easy enough then," You mutter to yourself and ready your musket.

>With this new knowledge, you let the jester overtake you and prepare for your comedy debut in this new world.

>"...Do you think she can be reasoned with?" Oookay– you can feel Seventeen's glare after you say this.

>[Write-in]

>>6424139
Funny stuff. I've got a lingering suspicion as to our spirit friend's identity. Do you anons think she might be an amnesiac Saintess?

>>6424144
>"Do you think you can tell us any of her weaknesses? Ways we can take her out?" You ask the goblin.
She must have some means of protecting herself. What does this goblin mean by horn? Did her horn physically block a downward strike, or is it acting as a conduit for some sort of shielding magic?

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Hey, I just want to post a heads up but there will likely be no more updates today and the rate of updates will probably drop for the foreseeable future because my summer semester is starting. I'm still going to shoot for 1-2 a day since I can write at work but I'm probably not going to be able to do 2-3 as often, or at all, until the summer ends. Thank you all for your continued interest, and I promise I have a lot more planned for this story that I'm really looking forward to writing, so please stay tuned!

>>6424144
>>6424151
+1 this
>>6424261
how DARE you have a life, OP. Nah seriously best of luck and no worries about the pacing

>>6424261
No worries, StrangeQM. That's very understandable and I and other anons are looking forward to everything else you've got planned. Trying to keep Otto's train from a wreck has been a blast so far.

>>6424263
>>6424268
Thank you so much for your kind words, anons. As an apology, I'd like to take a page out of Ex-Fighter Chimera Quest's handbook and write a short, funny, omake if you guys have any interest once this scenario is over.

Anyway, writing!

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>>6424756
“What do you mean by her horn breaking Gilti’s attack?” You question.

The goblin points to his bald, wrinkly scalp. “Her horn, the ones all demons have on their heads? She turned at the last second, and it took the brunt of the attack instead of the back of her head. The stone he used chipped it off halfway; what was left of the horn even bled for a while. Was a bad move on Gilti’s part since demons put a lot of weight on their horns, like dwarves with beards. She screamed and cried about it for at least a week while bleaching Gilti’s skeleton.”

“Why’d she bleach his skeleton?” Saki asks, perturbed.

The goblin shrugs, “She’s a bit of a clean freak when it comes to the corpses she controls. Won't even allow zombies. Strange, but what about a demon isn’t?”

“Right… Do you know any of her weaknesses then? Any way we can beat her?”

“She’s stupid.” He immediately states. “I don’t know how she was raised, but it wasn’t very well; even we Burrowclaws raise our children better. But that just means she’s easy to trick if you can make your words sound believable enough. She thinks we’re all her willing worshipers after her show of magical dominance on Gilti. You probably heard us talk to her, right?” You nod, “She doesn’t understand any big words, and if you use the right tone of voice, she’ll listen to anything you say. Kind of like a hoppit. Though while she’s as frail as a human, she’s still an expert at dark magicks, the kind a shaman would exile you for. Unless you get the drop on her, a fight would be unwise. For us, at least, you look like you’re armored enough to take a few hits, though with her pestilence magic I couldn’t say you’d last too long after.”

“That’s reassuring,” You mutter–

“I should be getting back now,” Niphe quickly says after giving the two skull-braziers a once-over. “She doesn’t like us leaving her sight for too long, and my duty was just to make sure the stalkers haven’t gotten in. Follow me or not, you look like you can handle yourselves.”

“Y-you’re not going to help us take her down?” Saki asks.

The goblin simply shrugs, “I’d rather not get caught in the crossfire. Not after watching a swarm of insects eat Gilti inside out.” You blink. That does sound like a bad way to go.

The goblin walks forward until he disappears behind the corner, while you relay what you learned to Seventeen. She assures you that this wouldn’t be the first time she’s fought a demon– far from it– but will again give you, and Saki, she hesitates to add, the initiative as a “learning experience.” You’re assured that it will be no worse a fight than with the shadowstalkers. Naturally, you’re too paranoid to believe her.

“Oi, boss, can you look over here for a second?” You hear Niphe yell extremely loudly– what is he doing?

“Hm? Yeah, sure, give me a moment.” You then hear Luvettel say, “What am I supposed to be looking at?”

“It’s right there? Don’t you see?”

>>6424766
This continues for about a whole minute, the demon getting more and more confused, until you realize it’s an opening. You peek your head past the corner and see Niphe pointing to a corner and the back of a small blue-skinned woman trying in vain to see what’s there. You also get to see the full extent of the cavern. It’s a poorly furnished and ramshackle thing-- filled with bone "furniture" and mismatched carpets. Honestly, she must have struck gold with the carpet warehouse. They're everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, and the ceiling of the small, circular cave, to try and hide the fact that it is, well, a cave. A singular cot with a worn-but-once-luxurious blanket is pushed to a corner, guarded by two of the ten skeletons of the room. Six guard the sleeping area of the goblins, who simply laze about, while the other two walk around the room in a mockery of a patrol. A few imps flutter about the top of the cave between the stalactites, but there are so few that it wouldn’t even be an issue for you, of all people, to take them on.

“Oh, sorry, you missed it.” Niphe says as she walks back to the ‘goblin corner’ as you will now call it.

“Missed what? I’m confused. Are you listening– Oh, never mind...” The demon says to no one in particular before pouting her way back to the bone throne, really more of a stool, in the center of the room. Her tail droops behind her, and her wings extend around her, as if she’s trying to console herself with a hug. Despite her elaborate, fluffy dress and obvious monstrous qualities, she strikes you as looking to be a rather unfortunate woman. Surrounded by lifeless followers and ones that don’t seem to even care enough to hate her. Her chipped horn and pouty face make you almost feel sympathetic, though that might also just be because, all things considered, she is rather cute.

You bring your head back before she can spot you and look towards your companions… Yeah, if you use the right runes, this probably won’t be a hard fight at all, though you might imagine it makes you feel like kicking a venomous puppy.

>Demon meet [Explosive]

>Use Seventeen as a meetshield and charge!

>”Fuck it.” Walk out past the corner and reveal yourself. Hopefully, you can think of a convincing lie. Or maybe the truth?

>Let the jester take over

>[Write-in]

>>6424756
You'd BETTER. Or ELSE
>”Fuck it.” Walk out past the corner and reveal yourself. Hopefully, you can think of a convincing lie. Or maybe the truth?
We might be able to gain quite a bit from this if we play our cards right. Especially if she's dumb as rocks like they say

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>>6424768
>”Fuck it.” Walk out past the corner and reveal yourself. Hopefully, you can think of a convincing lie. Or maybe the truth?
Randomly, pop out a flower toward her out of nowhere.

>>6424949
By the Saintess, that demonic fiend can't be this cute. No, really, thank you so much! She looks amazing here!

>>6424769
>>6424949
Writing!

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>>6425271
You’re cold and miserable, but that’s nothing new. At least now you have a kingdom you can call your own… But it’s nothing compared to what Mistress Sitri had– No! You don’t have to call her that anymore, not even in your head! A-after the Demon Lord died, you e-escaped from the court! You have your own territory now! You scrunch your face really hard and make yourself forget about her for now… It’s hard, but you can do it. Agh! Why did she have to be the one to create you?! It would have been so much easier if you were made as one of Master Belial's attendants instead of the Mistress' pet; he doesn’t create people just to bully. And Mistress Sitri was a big bully! A-and you can hardly even understand your own attendants, the goblins are always so confusing! Talking to them almost makes you feel like you’re back talking to Mistress Sitri’s courtiers a-and her other children– like there’s a joke everyone’s in on except you.

It really Turbo-sucks!

N-no, you need to calm down, Luvettel. You can't let yourself get too worked up, or else you know what will happen. A-and also you know the goblins would never do that, not after you Kersploded their leader. T-the Demon Lord himself always said that might made right, so the goblins wouldn’t dare to betray you now! You never betrayed anyone you were scared of! They’re loyal; they have to be loyal! Th-they have to be, or else your kingdom will be nothing but corpses! Y-you’re Lady Luvettel, and you outlived even the Demon L-lord a-and you’re going to have your own kingdom, and it’s going to be better than the Mistress' was, and then everyone’s going to be sorry– and then– and then–

And then a tall man covered head to toe in armor slides out from around the corner in front of you. His cloak flutters elegantly behind him as the blood covering him makes his armor glimmer in the dim bone-candle light of your kingdom. Immediately, the knight strikes a pose, then another in quick succession as two arms try, and fail, to take him from whence he came. But you pay them no mind, and after a nimble dodge, neither does he, for your attention is solely on the bouquet of lavender he raises towards you, “Oh, most magnanimous of aristocrats~!” He calls out, “I have journeyed far and wide in search of your most wondrous of estates! Now, please, I beseech you, allow this poor, humble knight entry!” Your eyes widen, and you feel your face flush purple, i-is this really happening right now?

Your skeletal servants immediately ready their weapons to face the intruder, but you raise a hand to stop them. Then you immediately use said appendage to wipe the wrinkles from your dress as you sit up straight– and proper. “W-who art thou?!” You call in your most demanding voice. You bet you sound even worse than Mistress Sitri! Ha, take that!

>>6425328
The knight falls to his knees, and you feel something flutter in your chest. “You may call me Otto, my fair and ever-so virtuous lady~” You hear the sound of metal striking metal from behind the corner. For some reason, you conjure the mental image of two women facepalming simultaneously. Then the knight raises a hand to his helmet, hesitates, and begins the process of taking it off.

You wait with bated breath- well, you’re actually breathing a lot– and then his helmet comes off. His long hair flows over his shoulders while his dreamy, and baggy, eyes make a great effort to look directly at yours. “W-why hast thou come here?” You demand, trying to sound as smart and ladylike as possible. You don’t really understand a lot of the words Sir Otto says– M-miss- Sitri made sure to use an illiterate girl to carve you out of, but the way he says them makes them sound so nice. Wait, s-someone’s being nice to you! I-it’s been so long! Right now you can’t even stop your tail from swirling behind you or your wings from shaking, just like your legs. Unconsciously, your body leans forward until your arms rest on your legs. You even hear the goblins applauding and cheering, like this is the greatest thing they’ve ever seen. Or maybe the funniest from how they can’t stop laughing, but can you blame them! You have to suppress your excited giggles too! It's– it's like a story book!

“Why–Um.” He pauses, seems to ask himself a question, and then you’ll never forget his next words: “For you, my Lady, for you! I beg of you, please accept this offering towards your greatness!”

“C-closer! I mean– Come closer!” You beckon.

“Why, of course.” He sweeps himself up and walks toward you and presents the flowers.

“D-do you know lavender is used by n-necromancers to cover the scent of dead bodies?” You ask as you take the bouquet into your small blue hands. T-they’re so pretty…

The knight blinks, looks around the room– spots where you’re tanning the goblin's skin– “O-of course, why else would you think I would procure them?” He brings his hand behind his back and pulls out another, “If not just for you?”

You think you almost faint right there.

>>6425329
Holy shit, you were not thinking this would work. Yet, here you are standing before a clearly dazed and confused demon girl. At least she was willing to accept your peace offering; you didn’t know that about necromancers, but you suppose it makes sense. Back in the day, plague doctors would fill their masks with herbs and shit because it was thought that pestilence traveled through smell. So at the very least you’ve bought yourself some time. You quickly scan the scenery and see that all of the demon’s minions' eyes (or lack thereof) are on you, while the goblins have begun to sneak out of the room. There’s only one exit, so they’re headed straight for Saki and Seventeen, so you should probably try to keep up this distraction.

Dammit, every time you look at her, you feel bad for some reason– At the very least, you know you’re not going to be able to start a fight with a girl that looks this cute. Your brain simply won’t allow you to. But still, what should you do?

>Try and keep up the act; you think she’s buying it, but there’s no way to be 100% sure. You mean– you thought your last girlfriend was into you before, well, y’know..?

>Try to discreetly figure out a way out of here and towards the others.

>Be honest and tell her that you’re here to take out the Warform Factory (And ask for help, maybe?)

>[Write-in]

>>6425330
>Try and keep up the act; you think she’s buying it, but there’s no way to be 100% sure. You mean– you thought your last girlfriend was into you before, well, y’know..?
Let the goblins take a hike. Really lay on the praise--she's really got things together here! It's almost a waste, just having her all cooped up in this backwater.

>>6425330
>Try and keep up the act; you think she’s buying it, but there’s no way to be 100% sure. You mean– you thought your last girlfriend was into you before, well, y’know..?
In for a penny, in for a pound. If we can seduce the demoness we can figure out more information on the Warform Factory.

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