Chapter 59: Akul has Everything

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 fearsome 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 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 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 times. 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 some 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 time, allowing Baron Akul to restrain some 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 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. 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 metal utensils, salt, cloth, toilet paper… Everything the prison needed to keep running. 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 time there, accepting the stigma of being a ‘former criminal’ in exchange for a generous stipend paid by the Baron. It was a devil’s bargain, but there were always men willing to accept it. Clark was not one of them. He could freely come and go to his wife and home in the city, and as a result earned a commensurately 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. 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 game face on. The inspector halted the wagon before it came 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. “Excuse me 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 tip his hat, instead grabbing hold of something 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 confirmed 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. That was something they would work on later. For right now, it was time 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 meats cleverly sandwiched between far more expensive Relic stalls, which made the inflated price of their wares sound reasonable by comparison. Will bought some ‘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 name 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 merchant said, pulling a chunky-looking ring out of the display for Will to appraise. The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. “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. “Meaning someone 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 customers to worry about.” The merchant 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 me,” 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. Will nodded, swallowed his meal, 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 It didn’t even seem possible. Finally the two of them arrived in the store. “Welcome, welcome!” the man behind the counter said, waving them in. Everything on display was protected behind thick glass that shimmered with some kind of enchantment. 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. Will thought, approaching the man behind the counter and opening his mouth to speak. “You’re William Oh, correct?” The merchant 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 me 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 metal as he read the description. Will confirmed that it an erosion golem by checking that his first upgrade choice while holding the chunk of solid metal. 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 seemed as though the flesh might’ve been somewhat transluscent before it had been dried. Will checked what it would add to Aspect of the Goat. “I can see why you’d want that,” the merchant said, glancing at Will’s stump as he teared up. “Yeah. Definitely want this one,” Will croaked, restraining himself from immediately adding it to Aspect of the Goat. He reluctantly moved on to the next, a chunk of preserved flesh with a scaly green exterior. Will frowned and re-read that last sentence. 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. 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 me, do you know what a qualitative upgrade is?” “Ah, you must’ve sacrificed a piece of poorly preserved Immortal Serpent leather or something, right?” the merchant asked, winking. “…Yeah,” Will said, frowning. “This is a rare phenomenon, but not completely unheard of,” The merchant said. “Sometimes, when someone Sacrifices a poorly preserved Sacrifice during Class creation that doesn’t meet the minimum requirements, 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 come 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 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 it to the Trial.” Will muttered, shaking his head, imagining moldy bones trapped in their own extradimensional 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 a way, though. Well, not per se, aside from a Qualitative Upgrade telling you,” The merchant 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 moment 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 merchant 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 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 merchant 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 to acquire, same 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. Searᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. 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 payment processes, you can come back into the shop and take possession of your new purchases.” The Merchant said as he put the Sacrifices back behind the countertop. “Give it three days.” Will nodded. Three days seemed 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 me.” “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.