#061 – It feels weird to use guns against wizards

#061 – It feels weird to use guns against wizards “Riiight... That’s not suspicious at all, huh?” Jeofffff: the real dungeon begins? Irid123: it’s another maze? “Who knows...?” I murmured as I eyed the classroom without entering it yet. “Either way, the green arrow points here, so unless the map is wrong, this is how I can progress.” I had no idea what awaited me. More of these demonic cooking zombies? I had beaten the last monster without any injury, but I had gotten hit. It had mostly been my own fault for misjudging how much room I had to swing my naginata, but still. If several of those were to swarm me, or if something stronger showed up, it might be a problem. “You know, chat... as cool as this thing is, it’s pretty inconvenient to use in small spaces,” I concluded as I looked at the naginata. I could still split it back into the sword and mop and try different fusions, although... “Wait, hold on. Armsmaster is on cooldown for two days instead of one?! Why?!” I hadn’t even noticed that in the heat of the battle, but now that I looked at it, it was quite annoying. Jeofffff: because tier two skill? GeorgeDoshington: double tier double cooldown lol “That makes sense... but that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I grumbled to myself. Armsmaster was quite useful to know how to handle the naginata itself, even if it hadn’t prevented me from screwing up. Although overall, Flameguard was probably still better for direct combat if I wasn’t planning on fusing anything. In fact, I would also replace Appraisal with Fire Breath and have both the old build and new build active at the same time. The main downside would be the lack of Appraisal, but... Well, I could always do that later. Now the question was: Should I keep going? “Eh, it’s fine. I’m fairly tanky now. The knife barely did anything to me. Let’s keep going.” I stepped forward, stopped, narrowed my eyes and the enclosed room in front of me, and decided to try something. The naginata went back into my backpack, and out came my fancy new Plasma orb handcannon. An enclosed room was the best case scenario for this thing. I just had to keep the gun between me and the orb to reabsorb it if it ever bounced back into me. And if an enemy got too close to me, I could always summon my key sword. No naginata needed. I nodded to myself and stepped forward into the classroom. “Alright, chat! Let’s do this! Come at me, demonic cooking zombies!” I glanced around once I was inside and saw a schoolyard outside of the windows. A schoolyard that definitely wouldn’t be there if I went back outside. Typical dungeon. Four steps in, the door slammed behind me and clicked again and I immediately tensed up and raised my handcannon, ready to shoot the threat. The threat turned out to be another faceless demonic zombie jumping from behind a desk on top of it. This one was much shorter – a child? – wore a stylish black and red cloak, and wielded a crystalline shield in one hand and a fancy stick – a wand? – in the other. “Hello! Can we talk about this?!” I screamed. It was, of course, in vain. The zombie gestured with its wand in my direction and it released a black fireball at me. I easily side-stepped it and immediately began charging my handcannon. Three more black fireballs sailed in my direction and I deftly ducked and weaved through them until I felt like the plasma orb was big enough. I dug my heels in to counteract the recoil and let it go. The orb went pwoof and lazily flew at my opponent. I’d made it small enough that I still had enough Ether to fire another one of these if I needed to. The zombie swung its wand again, shooting another black fireball at the plasma orb. The fireball hit it, burst into regular orange fire, and quickly disappeared, while the orb continued on its path without a care in the world. I couldn’t help but smirk as the zombie pulled up its shield to block the orb and the shield blew up as soon as the orb touched it. It served its purpose, however, because the orb bounced off to the side, even as the zombie staggered. I walked in a semicircle around it again and then did the same thing... except this time, I didn’t stop and actually let my weapon hit the chest. There was a clink as it did and the chest bounced in place from recoil, but otherwise remained unmoving. “Hmm... Right, I think this one’s safe, chat. Not a mimic,” I declared confidently before putting away my key sword and going forward to open the chest. Nobody could see my teasing smirk. To be frank, I didn’t actually believe any of the chests would be mimics anymore, but at this point, it had kind of become a running joke. Not to mention, it was funny to annoy Jeoff. The chest’s lid popped off, revealing... a paper notebook? School notebook A notebook made out of Chrystawood paper. Waterproof, fireproof, and erosion proof. “...Huh. Cool, I guess? Hey, that actually pairs pretty well with the pen I have! Not very useful, but I’ll take it.” Into the backpack it went. After the chest disappeared into mist, I stood up and took a look around the classroom. “Sooo... I guess this dungeon is just a boss rush...? Or is there more to it?” I wondered out loud. Irid123: seems like it so far GonguuH: there could be something else in other buildings GonguuH: unless it’s all connected GeorgeDoshington: I bet the final boss is the king living in that castle I hummed and brought out my trusty bucket to snack on some life ooze. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel as drained as I thought I would after using so much Ether. Had my reserves gotten bigger somehow without me noticing? Also, the bucket was smaller than I remembered. ...Right. I’d had several months’ worth of growth, hadn’t I? Wait, was that also the reason why I had more Ether now? If Ether was physical energy, then growing up and getting physically stronger giving me more Ether made sense, didn’t it? Hold on, what about the Ether expansion tickets then? Should I save them until I grew up more if I get any more of them to be more efficient? Or would they have the same effect no matter when I used them? More food for thought. “Alright, let’s keep going, chat,” I said after refreshing my Ether and putting the bucket away. “What does the map say...?” I brought out the map and narrowed my eyes at it. Once again, the map featured a big rectangle with a red dot inside it. Then there was a gap where the door I’d used to enter this place was and... both a green and a blue arrow pointing at it. “Uh, what? I thought green was the way forward and blue was the way back? Why are they both on the same door? Am I supposed to go back to progress?” GeorgeDoshington: the illusion of choice Jeofffff: it splits off behind the door now probably JamieWasTaken3: mb you can choose which you want JamieWasTaken3: teleport nonsense like before “Hmm... Well, let’s try it, I guess.” I brought out my naginata once more and approached the door. I grabbed the handle, carefully creaked it open, and peeked on the other side. The dining room from before was gone, replaced by... a porch next to a grassy yard surrounded by a living hedge and several colorful flower patches. “Right... I think I’m starting to understand how this dungeon works. Let’s see what the next boss is, then.” I walked out onto the porch, naginata in hand, and looked around. I belatedly noticed the bullseye archery targets lining the edge of the yard and realized that this had to be some kind of archery range. Then the door behind me slammed closed and clicked. I tensed up, gripped my naginata tighter, and prepared for battle once more.