Io is first to talk. âBefore any of you do something stupid, how about this. We only got this item thanks to Nathaniel and Barion, and itâs possible we wouldnât have gotten it without their help in the first place, since I don't think we would have been able to open the door. I think we can all mostly agree on that.â
He looks around and waits for someone to argue, but no one does.
Nodding once, he continues. âI would suggest that the item be sold, and Nathaniel and Barion split 70% of the value, while we get the rest.â
I understand what heâs trying to do right away. In some ways, it could be seen as Ioâs attempt to help us, even if it looks like he just wants a cut on the surface.
Some of the others probably wouldnât like seeing us walk away with an item like that. How much could it be worth? Ten times the cost of upper arcane? Twenty times? With upper arcane items going for something around a million shards, thatâs a huge amount.
It is unfortunate that I canât see the tutorial shop here, but after coming into âcontactâ with my first pristine item, stuff of that rarity should show to me in the shop, same as it did when I found my first arcane item.
So, obviously, the others would feel robbed, no matter how little sense that might make. Maybe they could even convince themselves that they were guarding us or something in the meantime, implying that they deserve a cut.
What Io does should somewhat keep the group working together, for a while longer.
It's insane by itself that we even managed to find such an item here, and behind such comparatively terrible defenses going by its value.
By my estimation, low pristine items are the sort of thing a new Champions would probably have. Of course, none of thatâs been confirmed, and with the way the system likes to "nerf" some items, just like it did with the Sword of Aeons, so they don't ruin the floor. It's just hard to estimate.
Actually, with Sword of Aeons being one of the most powerful items in Lissandra's world, a world that went through so many pairings, itâs likely that it would have been upper pristine, or possibly even the next rarity. It all depends on how scaling works for items of pristine rarity. I still haven't even personally experienced the difference between an upper arcane and a mid arcane item.
It also brings back a thought I had not so long ago. I think if I'm lucky and abuse Beyond and the system shop a bit more, it should be possible for me to acquire millions of shards. Even now, I still have two and a half million of them. So, shouldnât I be able to make enough to buy a low pristine item on my own before the tutorial ends?
Isn't that a bit too insane? Is that one of the reasons the First Generations are so highly revered in the worlds Iâve visited? The number of ways you can use the tutorial to get stronger and the number of advantages you get can be mind boggling.
At this point, it just feels like it's by design. To turn us into beings no one can stand against when we return to our world. The ones that will decide the direction of our planet, and be the first in line to fight during the Pairings: protectors, leaders, and teachers. Or whatever else we choose to become.
In some ways, it must be truly terrifying to be a normal human at that point. Imagine beings you almost no longer dare to call human, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, launching projectiles at you from orbit, setting cities on fire, outhealing the concentrated attack of an entire military, and moving at speeds no human vehicle can matchâjust by using the strength of their own bodies.
Well, my thoughts aside, what Io is trying to do in the end relies on people not being greedy. I don't know how much Io actually believes sharing the shards we could get for the item will work, and how much heâs just hoping to make the others hesitate.
Malika, I donât think, would cause trouble. And Io⊠I donât know what to think about him for now, as much as heâs made a good impression so far. Barion might be greedy enough to go for it, and the same goes for the vyssari and that gray man.
Only then do I realize I forgot about someone. I turn around to see Tacita squatting next to Barion, who holds the item. She pokes the cage a few times, then grabs onto it and pulls it toward herself when Barion tries to move it away from her. There she leans closer to it and even sniffs it a few times.
Well, in the end, it's not like Iâll drop my guard around anyone here, no matter what happens.
âIâll agree to that,â Barion says in response to Ioâs idea, and looks at me. Then gives up trying to get the cage back from Tacita.
To that, I shrug and nod.
Looking around, Io gets similar reactions from the others, and it's decided that Barion will carry the item for now.
When we start moving again toward where we figure the bigger facilities will be, Malika stops by my side with that typical demonic smile of hers. Clearly a sign that sheâs up to no good.
âHow many of us do you think are going to make it, funny human?â
Iâm already thinking about why that item wouldâve been locked in that room, why it was seemingly so far away from the elf, and why it was even there in the first place, so I barely pay her any mind.
Just as she leans toward me, I glance at her red eyes, then move my gaze higher and look at her horns.
So far, Iâve seen plenty of horn styles. Short, long, thick, bending toward the back of the head smoothly, sticking out to the sides, or projecting forward. There are many types of them. Malikaâs horns are on the shorter, thicker end of the scale. They have that somewhat smooth-looking black texture and curl backward, then slightly to the side.
âWant to touch them?â Her words bring my attention back to her.
âWant to get punched?â
âWant to kill the others later and keep the rewards and items to ourselves? Or we could go for it right away if you prefer. I donât think they can stop us if we really try,â she says out of nowhere, right there, in the middle of the hallway, where everyone can hear.
And I believe she means every word.
Her eyes shine, and she isnât at all bothered by the others who stop after hearing that. They watch the two of us in a way that makes it obvious theyâre ready to fight, depending on my answer.
Malika seems to find it even more amusing, and I can sense her heartbeat speeding up, her gravitational demon heart thumping louder and sending vibrations through the air. All around her, dust rises, and the light twists strangely. That pressure Iâve felt around my brain rises again. Not directed at me, but surrounding everything, ready to snap at the others.
Her white hair rises as well, and her red eyes gleam a deeper red. âThat quiet girl seems to be with you, so we can take her in if you want. The three of us would be more than enough for this quest, wouldnât we?â
âWhat are you saying, Malika?â Io asks in a firm voice.
Malika just looks into my eyes, and ignores our supposed to be leader. âJust a single word from you, we can kill these weaklings.â
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âNo,â I answer simply.
She blinks a few times, and the pressure around her lessens. Her hair starts to fall back down. A few expressions flash across her face: surprise, confusion, then hesitation. She looks me over once again, like sheâs trying to figure something out.
Gradually, her eyes squint and turn sharp, dangerous, and that pressure rises again, this time directed at me.
âMaybe you arenât as strong as I thought you were. Maybe youâre just another
human
after all.â
POV Barion
And here it is again. I just knew I shouldnât have accepted this quest the moment my handler mentioned other strong Beyonders would be involved. Itâs near impossible for people like them to cooperate efficiently, with all that confidence and their personalities. Thereâs a lack of trust, and everyone just thinks they know better.
Most of all, weâre already suspicious of each other, and this item isnât helping. Itâs truly a beautiful work of art, and better than anything Iâve ever seen, by so much, even. Right now, I really want to drop everything else and just sit here studying it.
That demoness sends out gravitational waves in a way that makes my sensor cubes scream warnings in my head as I watch the danger level rise. It even triggered some of my automatic barriers, which now surround me. Just like before, I anchor one of my explosives to the window, ready to blow it out and run if it comes to that.
And that man just stands there, aligned against her, seemingly not worrying about her at all.
He isnât even using that amazing eye trait he was relying on while we were trying to unlock the door. He doesnât channel that disgustingly high amount of mana through that body of his, thatâs more conductive than most of the mana-conductive alloys I know. I really want to ask him about it, but I'm worried about how heâll react.
âMaybe you arenât as strong as I thought you were. Maybe youâre just another
human
after all,â the demon says, and the pressure rises even more.
More of my barriers trigger, and more warning tones ring in my head. My visor, plated in a thin layer of incredibly expensive liquified voidcopper and fueled by the inscriptions Iâve etched into it, moves down over my face.
âYup, Iâm human,â that man answers.
Through the visor, I see something akin to yellow smoke rise up around the demon. It spreads throughout the entirety of the large hallway weâre in and especially concentrates around the two of them. It clings to the floor, covering it. Itâs a sight I can only see thanks to the visor.
âYes, you are just a human,â she repeats, and that yellow smoke rises further. It follows her, twisting around her body as she moves, and it starts concentrating around the manâs head.
I wouldâve expected Io to jump in, but he seems to know more than me and just steps back, letting it all unfold.
That usually collected and calm face of the man changes. I still remember a hint of almost childish excitement back when we were working on the lock, but none of that is here now. His face grows colder, almost arrogant, before shifting again.
He breathes out and lets out a chuckle.
âLike children,â he says in an amused tone.
Then mana seeps out of his body. It presses out, and through my visor, it looks like a torrent of water, like the first flaming blaze of a new sun. It makes itself known as a mix of bright pale blue and darker blue swirling together.
More alarms ring in my head, and more of the defensive mechanisms on my chestplate activate. Another visor slides down in reaction to it. My cubes move in front of me, and the battery in each one activates, creating more layers of defense.
Even then, I feel it. A mana level thatâs just too high, too ridiculous, and moving too fast for anyone at our level to reasonably contain.
And then it rises further.
A torrent of blue waves fills the hallway in a way that makes it feel like weâve been dumped underwater, and it only grows denser. For a moment, I see the afterimage of a crown floating over his head, and golden rings forming around his pupils.
âThis is getting annoying. So just stop, okay?â he says. Just those words.
And the demon stands there, looking like sheâs grasping for air. The tips of her fingers shake, and her eyes are wide open. The area around her looks like the deepest trench of an endless ocean.
Malika just nods, and all that mana disappears in a second, pulled back into his body like a whirlpool. And that body of his contains it all.
I still keep my eyes on him, but then another of my alarms beeps. I turn around only to find nothing there. Confused, I examine it to see if it triggered falsely, but thereâs just nothing. Behind me, only Io, the vyssari woman, and that mute girl stand.
When I look that way too intently, Io moves closer. âAny problems?â he asks.
âNothing. His mana must have damaged one of my detectors,â I shake my head, but still decide to be careful and check on it. Iâve detected part of the frequency, so I can modify one of my drones to find out if something triggered it, or if it was just a misfire.
âGot it. If anything happens, please let me know,â Io says and passes by, striding toward the demon. âWith this matter solved, I think itâs time we move again.â
POV Nathaniel
The mood after the...
altercation
from a few minutes ago shifts and becomes calmer. People arenât fighting as much, and we continue deeper into the evil lair of the allegedly pointy-eared megalomaniac. Along the way, Barion and I open a few more doors, and we even run into a couple more gilded monsters.
He asks me about the mana conductivity of my body using the same mana science bullshit jargon types like him seem to like. But he does it in such a polite and shy way that I can't help but feel amused. So I cut off one of my fingers and hand it to him so he can examine it, while using my passive and thermal energy to slowly regenerate it over time.
A few times, the room weâre in closes itself off. Either the Last Elf having finally tracked us down, or some automatic defense mechanisms kicking in to kill us. But so far, everyoneâs still alive.
Io shines a few times, too. He teleports us one after another out of rooms that lock us in, and donât happen to have countermeasures against his ability. They manage to stop mine for a bit, but Iâm sure I could break through that kind of defense. Meanwhile, Io just sort of ignores it.
His ability to do that and bring all of us with him is straight up insane, to be honest. I donât even think I could stop it right now, even though Iâve been observing it and trying to come up with a way to counter it.
Weâre probably getting close to the middle of the asteroid now, and eventually enter one of the larger areas. Itâs like a huge cave that could easily fit a small city block. One entire side has no wall. Instead, thereâs a massive window stretching from floor to ceiling, reinforced with a metal web that probably makes it stronger somehow. It gives us a brilliant view of outer space and the burning planet below.
Itâs beautiful. The rocky cave surrounding us, the enormous opening covered with glass that seems like it shouldnât be holding up to protecting us from the vacuum, the movement of the asteroid, the darkness of space filled with what looks like infinite stars, and the planet below, it all just hits.
We decide to rest here for a while and continue prepping while looking around and checking over the piles of boxes scattered all over the place.
I spend a lot of that time sitting next to the glass, just staring out the window and taking it all in.
Then, when weâre getting ready to move again, I hear a few shouts and stand up to make my way over to the voices.
When I reach the others, theyâre standing in a circle around something on the ground, hidden behind one of the piles of boxes.
Barion lies there, dead, with his head cleanly separated from his neck and a confused expression on his face.
The low pristine cage is near his body, along with all of his items.
Obviously, the murderer wouldnât bother to take anything.
The mood shifts again and turns darker, even as the others start examining his body and arguing. Everyone suspects everyone else, but no clear conclusion can be reached, even though some are more suspect than others.
Then they take his items for themselves. Leaving them behind would be a waste after all.
I wait until they're done, then take the pristine item I had so much fun getting to while working with Barion. For now, I tuck it into one of the smaller bags I keep on me.
No one says anything about it.