God of What? 14 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 14

-VB-

Yor found himself back in the Dungeon, but this time he was alone.

Because he had struck “LvL 2.” Of course, this was a ruse; though the original could grant a falna, Yor could not receive one because he was a part of the original. As such, what the original had done was thaumaturgically enhance Yor’s body. He said thaumaturgic, but in reality, it was merely the original using the reality-bending abilities granted to him and Yor by the Chronicler.

Though his endurance increased barely noticeably, his regeneration became something else entirely. While he still required blood as a catalyst to activate Vampirism, he didn’t need an equal volume anymore. Yes, volume, not mass. It had been already broken, but now, it was even more so.

… Despite this change, the original grew concerned.

Though they possessed powers in variety and skills that would leave everyone else behind in this world, it didn’t change the fact that the original suspected a limitation in the current method of creating and improving clones like Yor himself. The original believed that as of the right now the method will hit its limit at LvL 4 equivalent.

It was why the original was out and about these days (instead of snogging Hestia), trying his best to recruit actual individuals to join the familia, and Yor was here in the dungeon to stress test the original’s “LvL 2 Template Clone.”

Yor’s goal today was simple.

Fight til he dies.

With his mind linked to the original, the original could revive him with a new body back at home. Hopefully, he will be able to at least reach Rivira.

-VB-

Floor 6

Yor ducked shallowly, just enough for the War Shadow’s blade-arm to miss him, and then lashed out. His hand struck out like a snake, grabbed the War Shadow by the face, and then crushed its “face” between his fingers.

Then he swung it up and around in one swoop onto an ambushing War Shadow.

Yor sighed as he looked around at the War Shadows, goblins, kobolds, and Killer Ants circled him, eager to spill his blood.

“It’s just my luck that I ran into a trap room.”

-VB-

Floor 12

“Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself,” Yor said blandly as he continued to make the Silverback underneath hit itself with its own hands. LvL 2 was apparently enough for him to do something like this when there was only one monster to contend with.

Yor had grown bored of killing monsters as efficiently and quickly as he could, so he decided to have some fun.

And bullying a monster was certainly a fun thing to do, especially when the fake gorilla whined pitifully under his assault.

“Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself, you’ll actually kill yourself at this rate.”

The gorilla whined even louder before another punch to its face with its own fist shut it up for a moment.

Yor was actually unsure if the original calibrated his strength correctly. Was a LvL 2 supposed to be able to do this? Silverbacks were not supposed to be this easy for LvL 2’s.

Yor pulled at the arm and winced when it snapped and the whine turned to a scream underneath him.

“Ah, sorry about that. Let me put you out of your misery.”

With one swing of his fist, the Silverback’s forehead caved in and then started dissipating into ash as the unnatural monster broke down quickly.

-VB-

Floor 13

Yor was now officially in the Middle Floor, which made me a “High class” adventurer. If he went to the guild, then they would classify under “High Class” and “Third Class.” The former referred to any adventurer not LvL 1 and the latter referred to LvL 2 adventurers. Second Class were LvL 3’s and 4’s, and the First Class adventurers were LvL 5’s and above.

Being in the Middle Floors meant that Yor’s template package was at least worth being called High Class.

Of course, Yor didn’t care about the little details like that even if they popped up into his head to distract him. What he cared about was the fact that the sword he brought with him - a sword made specifically for Low Class adventurers - snapped after killing only a handful of Middle Floor monsters like Crystal Mantis and Hellhound.

Worse, the three Hellhounds he killed had burned off his shirt, so he had to go bare skin into this chilly floor.

-VB-

Floor 16

Yor gasped as he finally made it here. He collapsed against the wall at the entrance staircase of the 16th floor, and realized that he wasn’t going to make it to Rivira.

Hell, he might not even make it to Floor 17, which was where the Wall of Grief was. Monster Rex might even spawn, too.

“Grrr….”

He looked up and saw a minotaur standing on the dirt ground only a dozen paces away from him.

Grunting, Yor got up and got ready to fight.

“Come at me, bitch.”

-VB-

Yor opened his eyes under the water.

Sensing his consciousness, the original cut off the oxygen supply to his mask, and Yor pushed himself out of the amniotic fluid that served as his new body’s birthing bed.

“Well?” the original asked from where he’d served as the core of the modified Forest, which was how he created, destroyed, and hid the use of his powers.

“Floor 16,” Yor replied. “Loss of my weapon at Floor 13 hindered my progress significantly to the point where Floor 16 was a lucky break rather than what I would expect of me in the future as normal.”

The original clicked his tongue in frustration. “So this is a weak LvL 2?”

“About that…”

“Hmm?”

“I believe that you are misunderstanding just how strong or weak adventurers are. I believe that this template is solidly LvL 2.”

“How so?”

“Adventurers who are LvL 2 normally talk about working in the Middle Floors, like Floor 13, but most LvL 1’s do not talk about moving beyond Floor 12.”

The original hummed. “Meaning that since you made it Floor 16, this template is solidly LvL 2.”

“Yes.”

“... Okay. I’ll think about it before I make any modifications. Now, get out of the tub. I need it cleaned.”

Neither had to converse with the other. They were, after all, capable of talking telepathically. However, this was a cover for anyone like Freya potentially spying on them. By doing this, they would fool anyone into thinking that these were two individuals.

A little paranoid of the original, but Yor saw no reason to not do it.

“How did recruitment go?”

“Not well,” the original grumbled. Yor sensed the impending rant. “A lot of the newbies are completely unscrupulous, so I rejected them. Most of the higher-ranked ones are comfortable within their own familia. The newbies with a bit of spine and not part of any familia are either too inexperienced or without the right mindset.”

“So we recruited no one?”

“Yes.”

“Unfortunate.”

With that Yor got out of the birthing tub to get ready for the day. He’d been in the dungeon for the last week, so he was pretty hyped up about taking a hot shower.