Tund woke up to more nts. Most of the trees had failed, but one was beginning to grow, specifically the one he had nted in the pulp of the briar fruits. The rest of them appeared to have failed, and he confirmed that by trying to pump a charge of Quickgrow into them. It failed. They were good and dead. He put another round of Quickgrow into the sessful seed, then started making his rounds on his briars.
Today was the day he cleaned some of them out. The old-style Hades Briars were of little use to him now. He kept some of the very best nts for club-making, but even those might not be needed once he had the chance to try a used-up Lunger Briar for the job.
The trees would be days, maybe even weeks, before they wererge enough to matter much. But Tund''sst dream had reminded him of something. He was the kind of guy who thought most hard problems just needed a hero as their solutions. And some problems really were that way. But more often than not, Tund had found that his tutor was right, especially as he got old enough to know the difference between fantasy and reality.
Boring is powerful. If I had to sum that old man in one sentence, it would be that.
And right in that moment, Tund started to get confirmation that the old man was right.
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<strong>Remote Victory!</strong>
You have killed an enemy you can''t see, hear, smell, or otherwise sense.
A significant portion of experience has been awarded for this achievement.
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<strong>Remote Victory!</strong>
You have killed an enemy you can''t see, hear, smell, or otherwise sense.
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<strong>Remote Victory!</strong>
You have…
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Somewhere outside Tund''s enclosure, his Lunger Briars were at work. He realized a bitte that the vines he had left out by the trees would eventually grow fruits, and that those fruits would draw in animals that wanted to eat them. He wasn''t getting experience from any of the kills besides that first one, but that didn''t mean it was a useless thing. The fewer monsters in the woods, the farther he could go, and the more things he could find. Given enough time, he could render any distance mostly safe with briars.
Considering the fact that he didn''t even know how far there was to go, that was a real possibility.
"System."
Yes?
"How do I go up floors?"
The System went quiet for a while. Tund decided not to give it the satisfaction of talking again. It would only set the System up to make its eventual jab at Tund a bit better.
Is this a serious question?
"Would I ask if it wasn''t?"
I do not pretend to know what you think is important enough to waste my time with, these days.
"Just tell me. Or I can cut the connection."
If you did, who else could you ask?
"The Infinite''s Dungeon System, I guess. Oh, damn." Tund almost smacked his forehead. "That''s the answer, right?"
Right. Now, if you don''t mind, do cut that connection. I''d rather not have to listen in on you learning things any child would know if they had grown up under a properly powerful System.
Tund probably would have got the notification when he first arrived here if he hadn''t been depending on the System from his world. It only took the slightest query aimed in the right direction to get every bit of exnation he could want.
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<strong>The Infinite, Floor 1 (Detailed Description)</strong>
This space serves as an introduction for the dangers toe and is slightly more dangerous than the average tutorial level. It consists of two biomes, neither of which are inclement or particrly arduous to traverse.
<strong>Foes:</strong>
Razored Lunger
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<strong>Objectives:</strong>
Locate the Exit
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"Well, that''s easy enough," Tund said with a smile.
I requested you banish me. Did I not?
"Fine, fine. Have a fun time."
You know I can''t.
Tund cut off the connection and got to work. He loaded up his arms with the lunging variety of briar vines, which were more than enough against Razored Lunger and, Tund hoped, the other monsters of this floor. Then, gathering every single fruit he could manage, he went out into the world.
Now that Tund knew that the fruits themselves would draw in monsters, he could be a lot more efficient with his vines. By now, he had a pretty good sense of how close together the briar nts could grow without robbing each other of resources too much. He walked for a few minutes, killing a few Lungers on the way, then nted three of the seeds. Then he walked a few more minutes in another direction, making a wide circle all the way back to home. By the time he was finished, he had dropped about fifty seeds, and empowered at least one out of every group with a Quickgrow.
Time was starting to have an only conditional meaning in this ce. Tund had walked a long time today and spent a lot of magic, and was now exhausted, so he slept. He woke up whenever his body was ready, and repeated the cycle. Within a few cycles, he had a couple dozen patches of nts out in the wilderness, all of which were making their own fruits, attracting their own prey, and ughtering them without Tund having to do a thing.
All hail the wonder of logistics! Tund thought, more than a little loopy after a string of days walking and nting seeds with no results he was actually present for to show for it. Only through logistics can we triumph!
He didn''t realize how right he was until the notifications started pouring in. With them was another pang of longing for his tutor.
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<strong>Acreage</strong>
You have established a farm over ten square miles in area, however sparsely cultivated it may be.
<strong>Rewards: </strong>Experience and progress towards a ss-appropriate passive skill
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<strong>Remote Control (100x)</strong>
You have killed a hundred enemies you could not see or sense. Your ability to aplish this is beginning to cross thresholds from <strong>something you can do</strong> to <strong>a primaryponent of how your ss functions.</strong>
<strong>Rewards:</strong> Experience and progress towards a ss-appropriate skill
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<strong>Level up!</strong>
<strong>Capped!</strong>
You have earned a ss-appropriate skill that cannot be rewarded because the total of your mental stats is too low. Raise your mental stats to receive this reward.
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It wasn''t a very hard decision of where to put the points. Not only was putting a bunch of them to his mental capabilities a given just to get the skill, but thest four days had been entirely bottlenecked by his ability to regenerate his magic.
Into Spirit and Force you go, little points!
Tund sent his points into spirit until he got the new skill, and then pushed everything else into force.
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<strong>Tund Lowstreet
</strong><strong>ss: </strong>Farmer LV 12
<strong>Strength: </strong>25
<strong>Finesse: </strong>25
<strong>Vitality: </strong>20
<strong>Spirit: </strong>20
<strong>Mind: </strong>10
<strong>Force: </strong>20
<strong>Skills: </strong>Quickgrow LV. 8, Enrich Seed LV. 8
<strong>Passives: </strong>Biome Control LV. 1, Botanical Engineer LV. 1, Strong Back LV. 2
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<strong>Biome Control LV. 1 (Passive)</strong>
The more nts you have within a given area, the more powerful they be, the faster they grow, and the better they tend to do even in environments they are not suited for. Argework will also experience an increased rate of propagation, furthering the depth and power of thework even more.
This effect is limited by several factors. First, a diversity of species is necessary to reach the highest heights this skill can ascend to. An extensive enough monoculture will eventually render the contribution of each new nt almost, if not entirely, null.
Second, the general value of the nts in thework matters. One thousand daisies still pale inparison to one mighty oak. As a general rule, more useful nts, rarer nts, and nts that have a greater effect on their local environment will contribute the most.
<strong>Special note:</strong> As you acquired this skill in a dungeon, it is relevant to note that each floor of a dungeon counts as a separate world from all the others for the purpose of this skill. Since the distance between a nt on one floor and a nt on another is effectively infinite, their influence on each other is null even if they are nted on opposite sides of a level exit.
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And that, Tund knew, was probably the biggest improvement he could have possibly received. As the remote kill confirmations continued to pour in, he was fairly certain that this level had just gone from questionably beatable to an eventual cakewalk, even if it might take an awfully long time to see the fruits of that transition.
"Hey, System. Want to make a bet?"
A bet?
"A bet. A real one. Is that something you can do?"
Hardly. What would you have that I would want? And how would I take it if I did want it?
"You can destroy a skill, right?" Tund had paid just enough attention to the Church''s sessions to know that was something the System held over its apostles.
There was a pause.
I can''t unless you let me.
"I''ll let you if you win. One entire skill gone from my catalog. I bet you can even get something for it, right? Some reimed energy or something."
And what would be the terms of this bet? I would need specifics.
"I say I can beat this floor and the next within a month. And if I can''t, you get what you want."
That''s likely impossible. While I don''t feel bad about cheating you, Tund, or even getting you killed, I''m not a sadist.
"You''re scared? Of little old me? That I can do something you don''t think I can do? I couldn''t do that unless I was smarter than you, System."
There was another pause, this time longer than the one before. Tund thought that he had overyed his hand. And then the System responded.
There would be nothing that would force you to pay up.
"Oh, hmm. Yes, I suppose that''s so. And my word won''t do?"
No. And neither will mine. We are both of us untrustworthy in this matter.
"Well, the only other person I even know on this in of existence is…"
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<strong>Wager proposed!</strong>
The Infinite has been called on to adjudicate a bet between Tund Lowstreet of Ouros and the System peculiar to his world. The terms as proposed and adjusted for fairness are as follows:
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<li>Tund Lowstreet will attempt to conquer both the first and second floors within one Ouros calendar month.</li>
<li>On failure, he will forfeit one skill to his former System, which will be rendered into a type of energy usable by it. The Infinite will amodate the particrs of this exchange at its own expense.</li>
<li>On sess, Tund will receive a reward appropriate to his ss and situation chosen by The Infinite''s system. The costs for this reward will be paid out of the Ouros System''s personal energy budget.</li>
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Do both parties ept?
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This is foolish. You cannot…
"Yes," Tund said, grinning. His life was so cheap in this ce that adding an extra element of risk hardly mattered. But for the System, it was a potential disaster. That meant he needed to do a bit extra taunting. "What? Are you scared? Of me? A mere human? The same human who you betrayed? Afraid that I''ll win?"
I do not know or experience fear.
"And yet, I''m the only yes so far."
Tund could almost hear the annoyance as the System tried toe up with a counter for that. He knew it couldn''t, it knew it couldn''t, and they both knew that even the System had its pride on the line here.
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<strong>Wager finalized!</strong>
Tund Lowstreet''s objectives are set, and the timer toplete them begins now. Good luck!n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om
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