The Gamer Chapter 1668 – Perks, Perks, Perks Part 2 (Patreon)

“Alright, next one,” John said, taking a pause to squeeze Claire’s thigh. The vampire was visibly tempted to keep his hand where it was, or draw it deeper between her legs, but let him go to do his thing.


‘I’m just going to stop noticing repetitions,’ John thought. ‘No point to it, especially when the choices are good…’ “I can assume you’ll want the Immediate Return?”

Claire smirked, hiding her crazy behind a veneer of cutely evil sexiness. “Obviously.”


“…Well, it’s about time you get your own inventory,” John said. The other two options were interesting, but that was a quality-of-life factor that could not be underestimated. Plus, with her Charisma, her inventory would be gargantuan.


“That was fast – no, bad girl.” John had to grab Claire by the shoulder. Unlike Aclysia, the vampire maid had started to glide to the floor without asking. “No distractions. There’ll be the typical orgy soon enough.”

“Expecting me to wait is just so cruel,” Claire hissed and crossed her arms. Her pout was not quite strong enough to change John’s decision on the matter. Instead, he turned to Delicia.

“Let’s see what Gaia got for you.”


“Do you want Expand Laboratory?” the Gamer asked. “Because I think Particle Skin would be way more useful. You’re pretty squishy for our weight class, but you do have a bunch of mana.”

Delicia crossed her arms. “The Laboratory is kinda terrible at the moment – way too small and such. I’d enjoy it if it was more useful… buuuuut…” A raised hand circled like the hands on an accelerated clock. “…I do also enjoy not dying, so, yeah, let’s go with that one.”


The blob and Regenerative were both fairly interesting, but it was clear what it would be. “Give me that Inventory already, been long enough,” Delicia stated.

To that John could only agree.


‘She’s got a brain bigger than her tits,’ John joked to himself, then moved onto Ehtra.

“Does this work like the previous bestowment of power?” the First of Hatred asked.

“Did you not pay any fucking attention?” Metra asked her sibling. “Or did you hold your own eyes closed while the blue boxes were flying around?”

“Don’t be such an annoying creature, First of Wrath,” Ehtra hissed back.

A dark blonde eyebrow rose disapprovingly. “Don’t be so impersonal, Ehtra, we’re closer than ever… are we not?”

“Yes… we are…” Ehtra took a moment to realize that her tone was off. “I apologize, old habits die hard. I’ll adjust.” Snapping back to John, she continued, “So does it work like that or not?”

“Yes, it’s the exact same process,” he confirmed for her.

“Personally, I think she just wanted to hear Master talk,” Aclysia weighed in.

“S-shut up!” Ehtra stuttered.


John was reading through the options while the First of Hatred and the head maid had a staring match. No sparks were flying there. Although Aclysia still got annoyed with Ehtra’s aggressiveness on occasion, the two had found a workable equilibrium.

‘I still like Vengeance Executed, because infinite stacking just appeals to my Gamer brain,’ John thought. ‘No Pity and Your Name are both pretty good though. Value extenders are always nice and giving her a reason to use Accuser Stance would be useful.’ “Thoughts?” he asked her.

“You choose.”

The Gamer felt like he was being tested by those two words. Did she honestly want him to choose or did she want to see if he would make the correct decision? Her scowling face made that difficult to discern. “We went over this before,” he told her. “It’s your power.”

“And now I am officially your maid, so I am giving you control over it.” Ehtra tugged at one of her smaller side braids. “I find none of these choices unattractive. Do as you think is best… Master.”

“Then we’ll go with Your Name,” John said. Having one good ability per Stance was a good start in his book.


John was about to tap the inventory choice, when he heard Ehtra hum disapprovingly. “…What?” he asked.

“My hatred for dust burns through convenience,” the Metracana stated. Eyes closed, fingers drumming on her crossed arms, and heel bouncing, she sat there. She even grit her teeth while she contemplated. “I am a servant. I should be able to help the cooking and cleaning more aptly.”

“The Inventory is way more useful to me and you.”

“But aesthetically it disagrees with me.” Ehtra shook her head. “Take the Inventory. It is objectively the best.”

One button pressed and another selection of Perks was done.


“This is going much smoother than I thought,” the Gamer thought out loud. “Lots of fairly obvious choices, though, so that’s not overly surprising. “Now, Momo, it’s your turn.”

“Question: Should it not be Metra first?” Beatrice asked. “That would be alphabetically correct.”

“Maybe, but it feels wrong by all other metrics.” John gestured at Metra who stuck out of the crowd of women. Now that Ehtra was around, the First of Wrath at least was no longer the only dark-skinned one in the pale crowd. Her particular tone of caramel was still distinct. Paired with her bright blonde hair and body language, she was visibly different even while all of them were naked.

For all their individual differences, the maids sat straight and ladylike. Aclysia and Beatrice had their hands folded in their laps. Claire and Delicia were nuzzled up against him, one studying his face like it was an ever-shifting kaleidoscope and the other smugly grinning because of something. Ehtra had her arms crossed and leaned back more than the others. Momo was rubbing her forehead and yet still maintained a prim posture.

Metra had one hand over the backrest. One of her legs was pulled up, the heel on the edge of the cushion. She was reclining and grinned her tomboyish grin. She was gorgeous, hard and defined in most places, but soft enough where it mattered. “You sure you don’t need anybody to take care of that?” she asked, using her chin to point at his returned erection.

“I can be abstinent for 5 minutes,” John answered. “Anyway, Bae, you really want to interrupt the maid chain?”

“…I rescind my statement,” the passive maid relented.

“You done nursing that headache?” John asked the fairy.

“That sounds like I want this headache to get stronger.”

“I think you get at least a little bit of a kick out of being annoyed.”

Momo mumbled under her breath, “How dare you say something so absolutely true. Now get on with it!”


Hive of Fireflies 3 was decently attractive. Less because Momo needed more combat buffs, she had plenty of those available currently, and more because it gave Momo access to 20 more bodies to do stuff with.

Fae Grasp was new and fairly interesting. It was effectively a dot effect. In the midst of combat, Black Fireflies were too unimportant to be paid attention to. They could do their chip damage relatively securely, although any kind of universal area attack put an end to that assumption. It could be valuable, but John did not quite see it.

Feathered was a repeat and it was good enough. Between Tarred and Feathered, Momo could give a fight a serious tempo swing. More importantly, pairing Momo up with Sylph meant that she could give the speed demon a 30% Agility boost via Firefly plus Feathered that lasted 5 seconds. That was a significant increase on an already absurdly specialized combatant.

It also worked on everyone else. Individual cooldowns were pretty good.

“Yes,” Momo said.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then,” the Gamer pressed the button for Feathered. The Hive of Fireflies was good, but not direly necessary, while the Fae Grasp was okay but just not what Momo was there for. She was a support build, giving her damage spells was a bit of a waste.


“Shared Inventory!” Momo almost shouted, then cleared her throat to regain her composure. “Well, I think Shared Inventory would be best. Quite flexible and all that.”

John suppressed the urge to tease her. “I concur,” he said. “Loose Tongues might be useful… Fae Help is probably more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Eh, I already get it sometimes. It’s fine if you know what you’re working with.” Momo shot him a lazy smile. “Which, I know, you don’t. For an Earl, you have terrible social intuition.”

“I’m fine with not understanding why putting a fork the wrong way around invites an attempt on your life.”

“Urgh, don’t remind me of that dinner… I had to explain to the half moon sisters that I won’t send them a glass of your bathwater for their human soup selection.”

“I hate fairies,” Ehtra stated drily.

“Oy!”

“in general.”

“…Still, oy!”

“I will not be swayed on this.” Ehtra glared at the ceiling. “Such horrid memories…”

John elected to ask her about that later.


‘God, if I could get Particle Skin on her,’ John thought. ‘Man, if I could get Mana Battery back… 100’000 more MP to rely on.’

“I’m more than my mana bar, you know?” Momo asked.

“I suppose you also provide buffs?” John closed her windows and pulled up Metra’s. “Makes it just barely worth going through the trouble of keeping your flat chest around.”

“I- Wow, dude.” Momo crossed her arms and glared at him. “Just wow, just- wow.”

“Bwahahahaha!” Delicia repeatedly smacked her own thighs as she laughed at the scene.

Animated by the roaring amusement of the alchemist, Momo shouted, “You like them small!”

That was true, John had an appreciation of boobs in all of their sizes. It was funnier to tease her, though. Plus, now that he had thrown a bit of doubt on her sex appeal, Momo crossed her legs in a deliberate effort to show off her thick thighs and bubble butt. It was delightful.

“Don’t get distracted,” she chastised him.

“Yes, yes,” John answered with a smile. Only one more to go before he could have his fun.


All repeat choices and this time taking Ragefire was definitely good – so he did. No thinking required there.


John understood Gaia presenting him with repeat choices, he really did. There was no need to reinvent the wheel every time, especially when there were so many good choices he had not taken only because of other synergies at the time. Sometimes Gaia did small adjustments and threw a choice back in there, sometimes she let it linger before offering it again.

This, however, was a cop-out.

‘Might as well have given me only one choice,’ the Gamer thought. Currently, Metra’s Strength was her highest Stat by far, but John was going to have her Physical Stats end up in roughly the same place. It just fit the First of Wrath the best to have a balanced approach to her abilities so she could adjust her martial strategy accordingly.

Which Inventory he chose therefore hardly mattered. The differences in the outcome would be negligible. Simply because it was currently the highest, he chose Strength.


“Alright, that is that,” the Gamer announced, dismissing all the windows.

The mood shift in the room was near immediate. Glances were thrown around from the less forward members of the maid cadre. White cheeks were dusted with rosy pink. Breathing became audible as gazes shifted from focused to wanton.

‘Might as well have a pre-orgy,’ the Gamer thought.