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

plenty of stories about women bleeding out, and basically all the way up until the last hundred years, birth had been a crapshoot, where mothers dropped like flies.

And even if her natural resilience failed, there was the Vivicant cane. Brett had refilled it for him, and he’d used one for the spike in her shoulder, leaving him with three uses.

If three uses of magical healing couldn’t compensate for a lack of high-tech facility, Jeb would eat his hat.

I guess now I’ve gotta…check the dilation?

Peering into a gaping, bloody pussy wasn’t Jeb’s idea of a good time, but you did what you had to do.

About three inches, Jeb thought to himself. He was pretty sure the number for a baby head that he’d heard thrown around was ten centimeters.

Friggin’ metric system.

He did some quick conversion.

About four inches. Looks like we’re most of the way there.

Crash!

Jeb’s head swiveled, and he took in a humongous scaled monster with sharp teeth and a ravenous appetite that had just landed in the clearing. Most likely attracted by the spiny bastard’s howls.

It stood fifteen feet high at the shoulder, Absolutely massive, and big enough to swallow either of them in a single bite. It had a flat head covered in thick, sturdy scales, and a dumb look in its eye.

Casey let out a frightened whimper.

“Relax,” Jeb said. “I had to fight off monsters when my wife was delivering, too. This is totally normal.”

Jeb didn’t know if she caught the joke, or if it revealed his bullshit. Too late to worry about it now.

“SMARTASS!” Jeb said, watching the newcomer scan the area and lock onto them.

“Yessir, M&M lord?”

“Watch her dilation. When you see the baby’s head, gently pull it out. If she starts bleeding out or dying out at any point, channel all your Myst through the cane.” He said, dropping the cane down beside Casey.

“Yessir, M&M Lord!” Smartass said, saluting him before flying down between Casey’s legs. A moment later, a shrill voice began screaming.

“Oh gods it’s hideous! It’s like the gates of Tartarus opening up in front of me!  A body can’t hold that much blood!”

Smartass immediately panicked and hit the panic button.

Jeb felt a cool rush of healing magic wash over him.

“Did you just…”

Jeb was interrupted as the creature began charging.

Jeb siphoned out two threads. One he used to lift himself off the ground, the other he wrapped around the creature’s head, intending to snap its neck.

Jeb…failed. The monster was ridiculously strong, and its sheer mass prevented him from completely stopping its charge toward Casey.

Then, change its course.

Jeb flew to the left, and dragged the creature’s head to the left as well, causing it to miss the oak tree by a few feet, spraying dirt from it’s scrabbling claws on Casey and Smartass.

It charged another hundred feet before it seemed to realize it had missed its target, glancing over its shoulder at the offending oak tree with ire.

“No, you look at ME!” Jeb said, flying in front of it, feeling a lot like one of the faeries himself as he taunted the creature.

“Pip one.”

He shot it right in the nose. Just as Jeb had feared, the mind-bullet failed to penetrate. Matter of fact, it ricocheted off, whizzing into the distance to no effect.

This must be one of those level fifty monsters the faeries told me about.

It snorted and shook its head, dim eyes refocusing on Jeb.

He gave the gigantic monster the finger.

Jeb didn’t know if it was the mind-bullet or the finger, but he liked to think that flipping the giant monster off is what made it charge him, trying to bite him out of the air.

Jeb had an especially uncomfortable view of the creature’s mouth as he flitted out of the way of its savage bites. It was pink with dark blue barbs coming off of it facing backwards, designed to prevent prey from escaping once they were in its maw.

How the fuck am I supposed to kill this thing? Jeb demanded to himself, carefully going through his choices as he led it further away from the oak tree.

Until he heard a scream in the distance.

He glanced past the gnashing teeth and spotted more monsters coming out of the sky to land in the clearing, orienting on Casey and Smartass.

Damnit!

Jeb released the creature’s head and sent his Myst over to Casey, covering her in a small, powerful dome of force.

Freed from hindrance, the creature’s snapping lunges grew even more frantic.

You want a taste of me? FINE!

Jeb wrapped himself in an egg of force and shoved himself directly into the creature’s mouth.

“Room full of Charlies.”

Jeb exploded with telekinetic blades and mind-bullets, three hundred and sixty degrees of destruction, from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet.

Every direction.

Jeb had made it with being imprisoned in a camp full of hostiles and no friendlies in mind, but being swallowed whole worked too.

There was an eruption of blood around him, drenching him through his shattered telekinetic egg.

Jeb reupped his flight and dragged himself out of the creature’s ruined mouth, exiting through the mangled lower jaw rather than crossing the teeth and fighting the barbs.

He shot out into the air, leaving the collapsing titan behind him as he approached the smaller monsters clawing the shield around Casey and scaring the poor girl witless.

A white tiger, lamprey-dragon, and raptor-looking thing were taking turns trying to peel the protective barrier away from the pantless girl.

Jeb swooped in, pointing a finger at the leftmost creature.

“Mark of Cain.”

Mind-bullets started pouring out, twenty-five a second as the cascade of Mystic Triggers unraveled. Jeb drew an arc through the three creatures, carefully avoiding the girl.

Each of the monsters got six or so bullets