The shaman stared at the approaching woman. In response to what Samara said, the wry lips of the shaman parted and she said something incomprehensible -in Wega language. Then the first gunshot shattered the skull of the totem beside her, drawing the shaman's gaze briefly, watching the osseous...
Three of her guards were incapacitated. Two killed instantly by the mad strongwoman. The third, fell face first into the water, unable to maintain upright as its leg was chopped off. The clumsy Wega was not dead, but was thrashing about in the water, trying to make its way to Samara -to guard...
The Shaman appeared behind the group, not far from where they started. Even for the shaman, it took a brief moment to recollect its bearings and locate its adversaries after teleportation. But it quickly oriented itself -much quicker than the S rankers, who were all preoccupied with the horde...
As stragglers were killed the Wega horde descended upon the party, stampeding through the swamp, even the afflicted swamp water, completely unaffected. They were discussing abandoning the raft -which seemed like a prudent idea at the moment.
"Ohhh, crap!!" Jiànlong shouted, as he sliced through...
The heavy sniper shot rang out through the swamp. It tore through brittle branches and blew a hole through a white tree. It struck the Shaman with enough force to stagger it heavily, the body of the Wega basically folding over from the recoil.
When struck, the HP bar took a massive hit...
Daeva Everdark
Daeva leaned forward, peering up at Seymour, her pigtails falling to the sides of her head, swaying gently. "Hehh? Are you trying to be motivating? ~It doesn't really suit you." With her teasing words, she smiled up at him.
As he left to go fight the Renegade, she instructed...
Daeva Everdark
Daeva was thinking about the question that Seymour had asked her, because she had left it up in the air, when he had. 'What skills do your babies have?' At the moment he asked her, she hadn't even considered it. She was busy thinking about it, while her "frog people" pulled the...
After a harrowing second floor, the team rested up, allowing their stamina and mana to regenerate good enough for what was to come. Finally, it was time to take on the floor's boss! Time to defeat it, and move on to Floor 3. Or... hopefully.
After some time spent discussing what they would do...
It appeared the group was done with the sign and its sacrificial basin. All but the Butcher sacrificed something. Eight out of nine adventurers. A pretty solid turn out. The Butcher was the only one who thought he knew better. Or perhaps, he was just more daring than the others. Perhaps he...
There was a bit of energy, heating up the basin when the eye was placed within, but then it dimmed and nothing happened. It was clear it would accept the skill, but since it did not seem like Seymour was actually sacrificing the entire skill, the energy subsided.
Then he placed 20 Apathy...
Several of them had tried different Sacrifices by now. Of course, Lumi had sacrificed her friendship to the manic goddess. And the Walking Swordsman had gone a unique route, saccing some of his stats -albeit some superfluous ones. Still, stats were stats; 50 was a decent enough chunk to count...
Jiànlong was shocked when a group of individuals walked right into their camp. He glanced at the brunette maid who made herself known right away; she talked in such a strange in-your-face way. Then glanced at the stragglers following her.
More S ranks? Could that be possible? Well, if they...
With a sickening squelch, blood spurting out, Jiànlong pulled his sword out of the monster's face, wrinkling his nose at the gruesomeness of it. The monster's body that weighed upon his arm dropped, splattering and sinking a bit into the muck, its blood running red in the murky water. The boy...
Parameters
(colloquially called "stats")
When you're "Chosen" (when you awaken) your stats are given to you at random. That means not every Chosen will have every stat, nor will they be all good, or all bad, etc -they're random. (Though obviously, since we make our characters, we actually pick...
From one cupcake placed upon the bowl-shaped pedestal nothing happened. And nothing continued to happen, as the blonde girl placed them down. Until the cupcake reserves were completed, nothing happened. But once they were... While these cupcakes belonged to a white-haired girl, it was the blonde...