Apocalypse: Generic System by Macronomicon (shoe dog free ebook TXT) 📕

the ‘awe’ whereas the blades generated the ‘shock’.

In this case, the thunderclap was all that was needed, as the tiny bodies of the fireflies were crushed against the wall, with a spray of broken insects pouring out of the hole, setting his armor on fire from their residual heat.

Lucky, Jeb thought, suppressing his panic and tugging the last couple straps of his armor off, allowing it to fall away.

His eyebrows had seen better days, but he’d dealt with the –

“Look out!” Jeb glanced over and saw a sparkling bubble heading his direction at high speeds.

Rule of thumb: don’t let the other guy touch you with something if you can help it.

Jeb dropped to the ground, back splatting in the mud. The scintillating, multihued bubble rocketed over his head before punching a hole through the hut behind him.

But, it’s a bubble?

Jeb scrambled away, watching the toad’s neck expand in a very toad-like manner, before he opened his mouth, revealing…another bubble.

The toad’s tongue lashed out, spinning the bubble and sending it careening forward on a u-shaped path, like a rising fastball.

Jeb rolled to the side, siphoning two new strands of Myst out of himself, taking control of his stiletto and his cane.

The creature’s throat expanded again, and it created another bubble.

How many bubbles is this guy gonna make before he’s satisfied?  He instructed the stiletto to go wide, slipping out of the creature’s field of vision…hopefully. Their eyes were a little wideset. It held up the lantern, and another five Fire Flies flew out, joining the slowly repopulating swarm.

Jeb was instructing the knife to sneak up on the creature’s ankle when it did something unexpected.

The swarm of Fire Flies flew into the bubble, and it caught fire, burning up in an instant like a bit of flash paper.

The fuck?

A bright light came from behind him, followed by a searing pain in his right shoulder.

Jeb glanced over his shoulder and spotted the fastball bubble hovering above him, an orange glow slowly cooling from it.

Oh, so that’s how it is, huh? Jeb thought, his adrenaline drowning out the pain.

Then you won’t mind if I do this.

When the toad’s neck was billowing outward again, Jeb brought the stiletto skimming out from behind the hut closest to the toadman, hugging the ground as much as possible. It managed to avoid detection, striking just as the creature’s eyes were rolling back in its head, about to barf up another bubble.

The stiletto blasted a hole through the creature’s ankle, forcing it down onto its knees. Jeb reversed the knife’s trajectory, plunging through the shaman’s back, then through the top of its skull.

The toad-man collapsed to the ground with wide eyes and a strangled croak.

You have gained a level!

You have gained a level!

You are now level 24!

Congratulations! You have Beaten the Krokker Shaman R-R-RubU, in a one-on-one duel. Your Mastery of Myst is beyond reproach!

R-R-RubU’s Mysteries Accolade Granted!

+5 Myst

As usual, Jeb dropped his extra points into Myst, suffering through a mild headache for his troubles.

Jebediah Trapper

Mystic Trapsmith, Level 24

Body 10

Myst 52 +2

Nerve 18 +3

Abilities: Mystic Trigger

“How’d it go?” Jessica asked, landing beside him.

“My shields can’t observe heat, or light, or Myst. I’m not sure what he was using, there,” Jeb said, pointing at his right shoulder. “On the other hand, the fight was actually a lot easier than the other two. Most of that can be directly attributed to my class ability.”

Jessica stepped behind him and gave a sympathetic hiss.

“That burn doesn’t look great, but you’ve got superhuman healing, so…”

“Barely,” Jeb said with a chuckle, wincing as he headed over to the dead toad shaman. After searing pain in his right every time he moved his right arm, he settled for putting his arm in a makeshift sling.

“You gonna use your cane?” She asked.

“I dunno. How bad was it?”

“Really red and swollen.” She said. “Like the worst sunburn ever.”

“No charred skin?” he asked.

Jessica shook her head.

“Then I should be fine. We’ll save the cane for life threatening emergencies. Thankfully, injuries don’t impact my combat performance that much.”

“Says the guy limping along with a cane and a sling.”

Jeb chuckled as he knelt beside the shaman, setting down the cane to investigate the lantern. It was one of those box-like ones with an opening glass door on the front and three more glass panels topped with a metal ceiling with a brass hoop to hold it by.

 

Lantern of Fire Flies (Uncommon)

Built by the most legendary Krokker artisans who have left their forest homes to study magical design in Marid cities, this lantern is designed to aid weak Myst users by drawing small amounts of the user’s Myst and converting it into controllable Fire Flies.

Against stronger enemies, this is little more than a gimmick, but it’s extremely effective against weaker creatures.

Once the lantern is full, it stops drawing Myst, waiting to be used.

“Me likey.”

Jeb awkwardly tied the lantern to the growing collection of knick knacks in his belt with one hand.

“You need some help with that?” Jess asked, raising a brow.

“Naah, I’m good.” Jeb said, picking up the cane with his left hand and standing up with a grunt. Between his magical girl stick, sacks of darts, grenades, and lenses, he was starting to take on the appearance of a medieval peddler.

Damn Ron and his endless supply of free porters.

Ding!

Your party has cleared the Krokker Village! Please take your rewards.

Jeb didn’t even flinch away from the sphincters anymore. It was just a fact of life at this point. The Myst deposited two chests in the center of the village, which was burning merrily, riddled with frog-people corpses.

Jessica made it to the chests before him, opening both of them before he