The Kyryap has claimed you.
Fucked = you.
“The shit?” I asked.
I quickly jumped into my debuffs to see if there was anything there.
Therewassomething new, but it had to do with my Emberus ring, not this, and it was something I’d have to deal with later.
Hopefully, this Kyryap thing would be dead in the floor collapse.
Penny snuffled around. She looked up at me.
Penny: IT SAYS I HAVE TO GO TO A SAFE ROOM TO GET A CLASS.
I went to a knee and patted the pig on the back.
“Listen, Penny. We’re about to go through that portal. I was just talking to my game guide, and he said you’ll probably be offered a deal of sorts, but because you’re something called ‘dungeon born,’ it’ll be a different sort of deal. You need to decide what you want to do, but I think you should take it.”
Penny: I DON’T UNDERSTAND.
“I know, and I’m so sorry I did this to you.”
I pulled some splooge from my inventory, poured it into a bowl, and dropped it in front of her.
Penny: I LOVE IT WHEN YOU SPLOOGE ME, CARL.
Donut was sitting next to me, looking dazed, watching the pig eat. She wasn’t making any of her usual sarcastic remarks. I sent her a party request, and she accepted it without a word.
Across the arena, everyone who wasn’t a crawler was now leaving, going back to the safe room. We’d wait until they were safely inside.
Minutes passed as we sat in silence, just existing, waiting.
Prepotente: Carl, I must say, I am quite surprised that worked out. What did that thieving god say to you before he pulled Krakaren from the arena? We wanted him to kill her, not take her. We have lost out on any possible floor boss prize. At least we have paused the Scolopendra attacks. Be careful putting her into a pet carrier.
Carl: I will. I think Krakaren has something to do with Apito. So does Samantha. And he took the memorial crystal because it contains all her memories and spells.
Prepotente: It was charging up with the Scolopendra attacks, and it was our protection. We need to get it back.
Carl: Don’t worry. Their invulnerability runs out after this floor. I’ll see what we can do.
Prepotente: The gods are all level 250. We are strong, but we are not nearly as strong as them. Even the strongest amongst us is no match one-on-one.
Carl: That’s why we’re not going to face them one-on-one.
You have sent a party request to Prepotente.
You have sent a party request to Imani C.
I kept sending them until every last one of us was all in a single party.
Carl: We do this together.
I sat heavily in the dirt. I picked up one of the blood-splattered masks. It was of a fanged rabbit.
Horribles mask. As worn by the late Gershwin Banks, CFO of Dictum Waystation Controls, LTD.
I thought of the days to come, of the impossible task before us.