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

Formerly Redbeard.

“Flight?” Ron asked, shaking his head. “Oh man, I’m jealous.”

“It’s not really flight. More like carrying myself,” Jeb said with a shrug.

Ron rolled his eyes.

“It’s flight,” He and Jess said at the same time, glancing at each other with a moment of startlement.

“So, what’s up, man?” Ron asked, crossing his arms.

“Got my class, thought I’d stop by and trade. I also wanted to hear what you know about the people to the northeast.

“That camp of fifty or so people?” Ron scoffed. “I got out of there. It was getting too political for me.”

“They’re not big fans of me reusing dead people, even though…” He rapped his knuckles on the Death-knight’s armor. “High level humans are definitely worth recycling. They just can’t get over the idea of someone using their corpse. I mean, come on, they’re already dead, what do they care? I’m not using their damn soul or anything.”

“They’re not…” Jeb wiggled his fingers. “Evil, or anything though?”

“Naw.”

“Well, they’re going to try to raid the World Tortoise tomorrow,” Jeb said. “A line of disposable pawns would save a lot of lives.” Jeb glanced at the army surrounding them.

If Ron signed on to the Tortoise Raid, Jeb might be interested in giving it a shot, since the man’s army would make an excellent safety buffer.

On the battlefield, the speed at which things could turn to absolute shit would spin your fucking head, but if they had Ron’s undead to give them time, save stamina and realize they were losing…it could give them time to realize they were screwed and sound a retreat.

“Nooope,” Ron said, waving his hand. “I know how this works. If I join up, they’re gonna burn through my army without so much as a ‘thank you’ and leave me back at square one.”

“I’m not exactly combat effective in one-on-one battle, you know.” He said, pointing a thumb at himself.

“You could negotiate for them to give you monster corpses.”

“How do I enforce it without my army?” Ron asked, scowling, his demeanor becoming more agitated.

“All right,” Jeb said, putting his hands up. “What if I paid you in advance with the army of dead monsters you’ll be expected to use?”

“Well, that’s a different story.” Ron said, relaxing. “You’d have to sweeten the pot a bit since I don’t get to keep them. Raising the dead isn’t free or easy.”

He tapped his fingers on his elbow.

“I want a fire Lens from the mountain of fire,” He said, pointing toward the distant volcano. “And three stat potions. Preferably Body, but I can’t be picky.”

“How about two potions and a tool for self-defense?” Jeb asked. “You mentioned not being combat effective.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Jeb fetched a sturdy stick from further down the mountain, binding a shotgun blast of telekinetic blades to the tip of it with Mystic Trigger.

“Can I use one of your zombies as a demonstration?”

“Knock yourself out.” Ron said with a shrug, a nearly shredded dino zombie limping to the front of the pack.

“Here, Jeb said, holding the stick out. “If you say the words ‘Turnip factory’, buckshot will blast out this end.”

Ron’s brows raised.

His death knight stepped forward and took the stick out of Jeb’s hands, the necromancer seemingly unwilling to handle the object himself.

“Pardon my caution,” Ron said

“Understandable,” Jeb said as the death knight raised the stick and pointed it at the mostly destroyed zombie.

“Turnip Factory.”

SSSHHH-

The zombie dino exploded into chunks.

“You can just make those whenever you want?” Ron demanded. “Hax!”

“Says the guy riding a palanquin.”

Ron sat back in his chair and clicked his tongue. “Walking was getting tiresome…Alright, I’ll drop one of the potions in exchange for four shots on that shotgun wand.”

“Jessica, are you okay with giving up a couple potions?”

“In exchange for the next four bosses.” She said with a shrug.

“Four!?” Jeb demanded.

“There’s the one you already owe me, “ She said, ticking them off with her fingers. “The one I would have got anyway if we were splitting them fifty-fifty, and the next one to actually make up for my lost share of the potions, the fourth one to see some kind of benefit from the deal. I think that’s a pretty good offer, all things considered, since under normal circumstances, I would have gotten the fourth one as part of the split anyway.”

“You already traded the boss I owed you for all the loot that time around.”

“The loot sucked!”

“Not really my fault, is it?”

Jessica turned red and scowled at him, her freckles standing out on her cheeks.

“Alright, I’ll give you the next four, but after that it’s me then you.” She wasn’t wrong about number two and four belonging to her anyway. Jeb just put some pressure on her so she felt like she’d gotten a good deal.

Turns out humans are much better negotiators than fairies.

“Fine.” He turned back to Ron. “You got a deal. I’ll meet you there with your stuff and see about getting you an army.”

“Alright.” Ron nodded. “Did you still want to trade?”

“I figure I’ll have more when I meet you there,” Jeb said, waving as he and Jessica rose up into the air.

A moment later he had a thought and dipped down, just as Ron was turning to leave.

“Do you care if your monster corpses are dismembered?”

“I can patch ‘em back together, but it takes a lot less Myst if they’re relatively whole,” Ron said.

“Got it.” Jeb turned and rejoined Jessica in the sky before the two of them headed off to the west, aiming at the volcano while Ron turned towards the northeast.

***1 day 8 hours remaining***

You have gained a level!

You have gained a level!

Acting as the support was a whole different ball game. Jeb