Chapter 23: Man vs Countdown

Chapter 23: Man vs Countdown

The fight ended in a tie.

Was this spat really necessary? Officer Elissalde asked Basil and the Major with a frown of disapproval. That was stupid and barbaric.

Backing down would have shamed my ancestors, Basil replied with patriotic pride. He walked away from the fistfight with sore pains in his chest, a broken rib, and a black eye. Nothing Rosemarines pollen couldnt heal. My honor required it.

Your honor, or your idiocy? Officer Elissalde took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Madness. It was madness.

Its okay Boss, you won the battle! Bugsy reassured Basil, having encouraged him with Rosemarine all the way; Plato had spent the fight licking his own ass instead. Hes twice your age and you still beat him into the ground!

Rosemarine nodded in approval. You will eat him next time, Mister.

He wont, Maya Elissalde replied. The houndmaster and her dogs had acted as the Majors cheerleading squad during the duel. The chief went easy on him.

So did the Boss! Bugsy defended Basils honor. He didnt even use the Carmehameha secret technique!

Officer Elissalde raised an eyebrow at the centimagmas boast, but didnt comment.

What are you eastern Europeans made of, stone? the Major asked as Zachariel healed his broken nose with a mere touch of his finger. The French soldier looked vaguely Iberian without his helmet. Basil pegged him as thirty-five years old or so, with short black hair and dark eyes. You hit hard for an immigrant.

You didnt do too bad either, for a frog-eater, Basil replied. The Major was better in hand-to-hand combat techniques due to his training, but Basil surpassed him in speed and strength. Both accepted the tie with gracefulness.

Nothing better to build mutual respect than a nighttime brawl.

The Major let out a long, heavy sigh. Its the Yankees' fault, you know?

What? Basil asked.

The meme! The cheese-eating surrender monkeys meme! The Yankees used it because we wouldnt follow them in Iraq, and that shit took root! Centuries of victories and sacrifices forgotten with one half-assed propaganda campaign! The Major grunted. I know the second world war wasnt our finest hour, but we won the first, damn it! Im sure well win the tiebreaker!

I would prefer that we win this war first, Basil replied.

Me too. Maya Elissalde petted her two dogs behind the ears. Were leaving people behind.

Basil glanced at her eyepatch. It didnt take a genius to guess what happened. Did a watchman

Shrapnel, she replied with a wince. The event still seemed fresh in her mind. From a gearsman.

Officer Elissalde gave her sister a crestfallen look, and Basil turned to Zachariel. Can you heal her eye? he asked the angel.

I can cure blindness of an eye, but not regenerate one, Zachariel replied with a saddened voice. I can file a demand to the miracle department, but I must warn you that they barely approve three or so per century.

I see, Maya Elissalde replied. She didnt look surprised, only disappointed. Her doberman and Basque Shepherd licked her hands in an attempt to cheer her up.

Let me try! Rosemarine showered Maya Elissalde with pollen. It only made her sneeze. One day, I will grow a flower in your eye!

Keep faith, Zachariel told Maya with optimism. More healing options will come up as I regain my lost levels and earn new ones. A fellow human with the correct class might also help you regenerate your eye.

Officer Elissalde raised an eyebrow. Classes can do that?

Of course. The most powerful Prayer spells can split the sea in two, regrow arms, and even bring back the deceased. Basils head perked up in interest as the angel continued his explanation. If this worlds System is similar to mine, then it can do almost anything under the right circumstances.

Zachariels last comments earned him confused glances, Basils included. Raise the dead? He had seen the Systems magic create a dungeon out of nowhere and raise corpses as monsters, but to raise the dead resurrection-style could a powerful Priest say the right prayer at Ren tombstone and return him to life? Their prayers had become spells after all

Stop dreaming, Basil scolded himself. You would have to be very high-level to achieve a miracle of that magnitude, or fulfill some godly quest.

Still, if the System could indeed raise the dead, what other wonders and terrors could it unleash on Earth?

Maybe well find a healer in Bordeaux, young mistress, said the doberman. Yes, someone who can make you a new eye!

I dont want to retreat from this place. The Major sounded so frustrated that Basil took him at his word. Not before the jobs done. But the general wont take no for an answer. I already had to beg to organize Nerias pickup. A VAB can hold up to ten soldiers, yet we came with half as many, dogs included. Thats not the troops you send on key missions.

The higher-ups didnt believe in a cure for the watchers stone curse, Maya Elissalde said. Everyone else left.

Everyone left? Basil put the two and two together. The rest of the army evacuated to Bordeaux already?This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Yes, the Major confirmed. Were the last troops in Dax.

Basil clenched his fists. There went his hopes of convincing the army to clear the region for his peace of mind. What about the petrified citizens?

We put the statues we could carry in trucks and brought them with us to Bordeaux, the Major replied with a heavy heart. The rest, we left behind.

Do your superiors know the robots are building a dungeon? Basil asked. If you dont take them out now, theyll fortify the city and youll never take it back.

Our parting shot delayed the servers construction, but wont stop it, Officer Elissalde added. Were leaving thousands behind at the machines mercy.

Congratulations, Players of Earth! Thanks to your hard work, you have unlocked an [Incursion] event![Incursions] are worldwide phenomena where Earth temporarily connects to Trimurti System-compatible universes. Rifts will transport Players, monsters, dungeons, treasures, and even landmasses from other worlds![Incursions] are time-limited and centered around rifts; you can check the closest location with your [Logs] option. Additionally, experience gains will be boosted within the rifts vicinity.To foster healthy competition, a barrier will prevent Players and monsters too powerful for locals to defeat from crossing over. The greater the average level of Earths population grows, the weaker the barrier will become and [Incursions] will become more challenging.Thanks to your hard work, the [Level Barrier] has now been raised to 25! Players, monsters, and dungeons up to level 25 will be able to cross over! Some existing dungeons will also increase in difficulty!The [Incursion] will begin in 60 minutes and last for 5 hours. Dont miss it! Only one of you can become the new [Overgod]!

Basil said the only thing appropriate in these circumstances.

Aww shit!

Dismaker Labs wishes you a happy apocalypse!

The hell? The Major dropped his cigarette, his fingers trembling. Level 25?

One of the VABs front doors opened. The driver, a mousy woman with short black hair and glasses, stepped out of the vehicle. Major, I received an urgent communication from HQ! Its happening in Bordeaux too!

Basil hastily opened his Logs option. It showed a map of the region, Dax included. A black, swirling whirlpool symbol covered the citys arena.

Rift Destination: Electon Cluster.Ruling Faction: Unity.Max SpawnLevel: 20.Bonus: Experience gains are increased by 50% within one kilometer of the rift.Field Type: Industrial.[Corrosion], [Metal], [Fire], [Water] and [Lightning] elements are empowered.[Soul], [Wood] and [Wind] elements are weakened.[Improved Processes]: Buffs and positive effects last longer.

Level 20. It was even worse than Basil expected. Thats too much!

The behavior of the Apocalypse Force and Unity made sense now. The former purged the low-leveled ones to raise the worldwide average level as fast as possible to trigger Incursions, and the latter petrified everyone its watchers could find to artificially keep the number down.

Shit, shit, shit The Major clenched his fists. Shit!

The rift is located in Daxs arena, Officer Elissalde said with a heavy face. Did they know it would appear there?

Probably, Basil replied. It cant be a coincidence that they tried to build a dungeon in the same location.

Boss, uh Bugsy cleared his throat. Didnt the server in the station say that you would have to stay inside to defend it?

Yes, you need a Boss to protect a dungeon. Basil frowned at the centimagma. What are you getting at?

Well, uh maybe Im wrong, but the robots built a dungeon without any strong creature to defend it. I mean, gearsmen are tough but we managed to defeat one anyway.

Officer Elissalde caught on first. You think a Boss is going to cross the rift.

It made a worrying amount of sense to Basil. He had suspected the gearsman were awaiting reinforcements before kicking the army out of the city. These additional forces would arrive tonight, albeit without a dungeon homebase.

But what could Basil do? His party had punched above its weightclass before, but interfering with the rift would mean fighting high-level creatures in hostile territory. It would be a suicide mission with nothing to gain.

Everyone, were returning home, Basil told his teammates. Well weather the storm and wait for it to calm down.

You cant. Maya Elissalde bit her lower lip. You cant.

And why not?

The statues.

Officer Elissaldes face lost all colors. You gain extra experience within the rifts perimeter, she whispered. The robots will have free target practice.

A shiver traveled down Basils spine. The Unity petrified low-level humans to keep the barrier strong enough to prevent Incursions. Now that they had failed, their petrified victims were of little use.

We cant be sure, Basil said. The Unity could keep its victims in storage to prevent the Level Limit from rising even further.

Can you guarantee it? Officer Elissalde asked.

Basils jaw clenched. No, he couldnt guarantee it. Not unless he moved to Dax to personally make sure that the Unity wouldnt open fire on its prisoners.

From what I read, the Incursion connects to a cluster, Officer Elissalde added. If by that the System means a star cluster, then more than Unity machines might cross over. We dont know what kind of creatures will come through the rift and how violent they might be.

Her sister nodded grimly and glanced at her superior. Chief? What do we do?

Fuck me, the older soldier replied as he climbed up on the VAB and moved behind his machine gun. Cant just stand by. Everyone buckle up, were checking for ourselves.

Are we going too, Mister? Rosemarine asked Basil. Plato, Bugsy, and Zachariel looked at him expectedly. None of them showed much enthusiasm, but Basil could tell that they would follow him into the city if he asked.

He felt no emotional attachment to the people of Dax. His closest interaction with one had been bringing Plato to the veterinarian. He owed the locals nothing.

But Basil couldnt close his eyes and hide as alien monsters threatened to slaughter them. Not when he could make a difference. It would be an act of untold cowardice.

Yes. Although it killed Basil a little to say so. Well pick up Shellgirl and join in.

Thank you, Officer Elissalde bowed slightly. Your help will be precious.

Lets hope you can hit the bastards as hard as my pretty face, the Major declared before putting his helmet on. Well strike from two fronts to try to save as many civilians as we can and coordinate through the radio.

Officer Elissalde, her sister, and the hounds climbed into the VABs hold. A minute later, they were driving away towards the city.

Are you certain, Basil? Plato asked his owner. Nobody will know. Nobody will care.

I will, Basil replied with a sigh. And even if they ran, the robots would come for them eventually all the same. Lets go.

They would either kick the Unity out of the region for good or die trying.