231 Monke Received Evacuees
My earlier talk with Daniel enlightened me with some good and bad information. Good meaning, I now know more than I did before, in contrast to my previous self, who had no idea about the general gist of the supernatural world a few minutes ago.
Bad being I still have no idea of their inner machinations. Sure, Daniel was able to supply me with some general information, but that was just that: general information.
I doubt Daniel would have more to tell me since he's on the bottom rung of the totem pole, unless he was lying to me, which was a bit farfetched due to how he was almost shitting his pants earlier.
Shaking my head, I leaned back into my recliner, the chair strong enough to support my huge frame.
"This is going to be a pain…" A few tapping sounds came from the desk, my fingers drumming up an inconsistent beat. "At least I know who the main culprits are attacking Pilips' Dungeon."
I'll have to relay what I learned to the group. This is crucial to our survival in this world, as well as an opportunity to increase our strength, be it for the group as a whole, or individually.
On paper, the best group to be connected with would be the Syndicate. They seem to be the type to say, "You scratch my back, I scratch yours."
The Purists are just a big no-no. Seriously, why is that kind of organization a thing? I've heard of cults before, but nothing this extreme.
The Rejected are a group I'm willing to hear out. If their main problem is just blatant racism from the other groups, then they could be a good source of connection.
The Reclused, however, is still a mystery. Daniel is a good example. There is not enough information and too many things to keep track of. Like, come on, prophecies? And if they do come true, what kind of prophecy?
From what Daniel described about them, they're doing their best to keep the world balanced. A goal that I can respect, but the problem is, what is their definition of balanced? If it means having the world continue as long as there are beings living on the planet, then we might have a problem.
The term "living" is too broad. What if humanity was erased, and all that was left were animals? If they stuck to a prophecy that was so strict with no care for their well-being and the lives of others, then it would be a massive problem.
'Fuck, this is going to give me a migraine…' My finger stopped tapping on the desk as I let out a sigh. 'I'll need to ask Daniel if he could set up a meeting between me and one of their members.'
Standing up from my recliner, I headed towards the window overlooking the streets. People bringing with them their bags were milling about, still guided by some of the soldiers to their new homes.
'At this rate, they'll be living permanently inside my Dungeon. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though.' I grinned when the thought of massive amounts of DP came trickling by daily. 'The number of upgrades I could buy... but I'll save it for now. No need to spook the military inside my base by building more defenses.'
Although access to the second and lower floors is restricted,
DP: 872,037
My current DP is enough to warrant a total redecoration of the floors, with some extra to spare. I'm still keeping the themes of the floors, if nothing but due to my inner extravagance.
DP: 872,037 =\u003e 77,037
With just a single click of a button, the entire Dungeon layout, starting from the second floor to the last, changed with my inner sadism dictating its course. The second floor now had a larger volcanic area, a larger poison swamp, a larger tundra valley, and, if that wasn't enough, a larger acid area.
The third floor had its wasteland expanded. Truth be told, I don't think anyone is breaching that place anytime soon.
And the fourth-floor labyrinth was... changed from medium difficulty, to legend.
Yeah, good luck traversing that place. I still need to rig some traps, but why pay when you can get the primates to make it themselves?
Nodding contentedly, I closed the Dungeon Menu and exited the building, my massive frame a perfect fit for the door because this building was designed with beings my size in mind.
As I entered the elevator just a couple of rooms down the hall, I received an incoming transmission from Oshurkova.
"Jionni." The vampire greeted me from the screen, her face now back to its regular shade of pale.
Not that it was any different from earlier when she was sweating bullets.
"Kova. So, how's Pilips holding up?" She perked her head a little bit at my question, a slight smile forming on her face.
"I'm glad to say that the reinforcements you sent were enough to push the invaders back." Oshurkova stated with a pleased grin that had turned a little nervous. "Drake is as brutal as ever. Not that I'm complaining."
"What, did he annihilate a legion of fanatics?" I jokingly suggested with a grin, only to receive silence. My grin faded. "Well, tell me not to piss him off then…"
"You and I both know he wouldn't harm you. Conventionally, at least." We both laughed at her statement. True, Drake would never be one to harm his friends, unless he was given a reason to, such as betrayal. "Anyway, I'm calling right now to tell you about Pilip's decision."
"Decision? What decision?" The elevator door closed and began its descent.
"To relocate some of his residents. As of now, his Dungeon is still under heavy attack, and he doesn't want to risk the lives of his people." Oshurkova clarified, which I could relate to. "We'll be splitting the evacuees among our groups. We'll probably be receiving at least five hundred each."
"… Well, you caught me at a bad time…" I admitted with a bit of shame. It looks like my spending of DP bit me in the ass. "But not to worry, I'll host them to the best of my abilities."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I might have used up most of my DP to further increase the defenses of my Dungeon, since, you know, I have foreign military camping inside."
"Understandable." Oshurkova nodded. "Anyway, expect them to appear through your portal in a few hours. I'll be calling you ahead of time before they depart."
"Alright. Anyway, see you later. I'll have to get some buildings ready for them." Oshurkova agreed and waved goodbye before we both cut the feed. Sighing into my palm, the elevator doors opened to reveal an empty hallway. "I swear, being a leader of a group isn't all it's cracked up to be."
Bad being I still have no idea of their inner machinations. Sure, Daniel was able to supply me with some general information, but that was just that: general information.
I doubt Daniel would have more to tell me since he's on the bottom rung of the totem pole, unless he was lying to me, which was a bit farfetched due to how he was almost shitting his pants earlier.
Shaking my head, I leaned back into my recliner, the chair strong enough to support my huge frame.
"This is going to be a pain…" A few tapping sounds came from the desk, my fingers drumming up an inconsistent beat. "At least I know who the main culprits are attacking Pilips' Dungeon."
I'll have to relay what I learned to the group. This is crucial to our survival in this world, as well as an opportunity to increase our strength, be it for the group as a whole, or individually.
On paper, the best group to be connected with would be the Syndicate. They seem to be the type to say, "You scratch my back, I scratch yours."
The Purists are just a big no-no. Seriously, why is that kind of organization a thing? I've heard of cults before, but nothing this extreme.
The Rejected are a group I'm willing to hear out. If their main problem is just blatant racism from the other groups, then they could be a good source of connection.
The Reclused, however, is still a mystery. Daniel is a good example. There is not enough information and too many things to keep track of. Like, come on, prophecies? And if they do come true, what kind of prophecy?
From what Daniel described about them, they're doing their best to keep the world balanced. A goal that I can respect, but the problem is, what is their definition of balanced? If it means having the world continue as long as there are beings living on the planet, then we might have a problem.
The term "living" is too broad. What if humanity was erased, and all that was left were animals? If they stuck to a prophecy that was so strict with no care for their well-being and the lives of others, then it would be a massive problem.
'Fuck, this is going to give me a migraine…' My finger stopped tapping on the desk as I let out a sigh. 'I'll need to ask Daniel if he could set up a meeting between me and one of their members.'
Standing up from my recliner, I headed towards the window overlooking the streets. People bringing with them their bags were milling about, still guided by some of the soldiers to their new homes.
'At this rate, they'll be living permanently inside my Dungeon. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though.' I grinned when the thought of massive amounts of DP came trickling by daily. 'The number of upgrades I could buy... but I'll save it for now. No need to spook the military inside my base by building more defenses.'
Although access to the second and lower floors is restricted,
DP: 872,037
My current DP is enough to warrant a total redecoration of the floors, with some extra to spare. I'm still keeping the themes of the floors, if nothing but due to my inner extravagance.
DP: 872,037 =\u003e 77,037
With just a single click of a button, the entire Dungeon layout, starting from the second floor to the last, changed with my inner sadism dictating its course. The second floor now had a larger volcanic area, a larger poison swamp, a larger tundra valley, and, if that wasn't enough, a larger acid area.
The third floor had its wasteland expanded. Truth be told, I don't think anyone is breaching that place anytime soon.
And the fourth-floor labyrinth was... changed from medium difficulty, to legend.
Yeah, good luck traversing that place. I still need to rig some traps, but why pay when you can get the primates to make it themselves?
Nodding contentedly, I closed the Dungeon Menu and exited the building, my massive frame a perfect fit for the door because this building was designed with beings my size in mind.
As I entered the elevator just a couple of rooms down the hall, I received an incoming transmission from Oshurkova.
"Jionni." The vampire greeted me from the screen, her face now back to its regular shade of pale.
Not that it was any different from earlier when she was sweating bullets.
"Kova. So, how's Pilips holding up?" She perked her head a little bit at my question, a slight smile forming on her face.
"I'm glad to say that the reinforcements you sent were enough to push the invaders back." Oshurkova stated with a pleased grin that had turned a little nervous. "Drake is as brutal as ever. Not that I'm complaining."
"What, did he annihilate a legion of fanatics?" I jokingly suggested with a grin, only to receive silence. My grin faded. "Well, tell me not to piss him off then…"
"You and I both know he wouldn't harm you. Conventionally, at least." We both laughed at her statement. True, Drake would never be one to harm his friends, unless he was given a reason to, such as betrayal. "Anyway, I'm calling right now to tell you about Pilip's decision."
"Decision? What decision?" The elevator door closed and began its descent.
"To relocate some of his residents. As of now, his Dungeon is still under heavy attack, and he doesn't want to risk the lives of his people." Oshurkova clarified, which I could relate to. "We'll be splitting the evacuees among our groups. We'll probably be receiving at least five hundred each."
"… Well, you caught me at a bad time…" I admitted with a bit of shame. It looks like my spending of DP bit me in the ass. "But not to worry, I'll host them to the best of my abilities."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I might have used up most of my DP to further increase the defenses of my Dungeon, since, you know, I have foreign military camping inside."
"Understandable." Oshurkova nodded. "Anyway, expect them to appear through your portal in a few hours. I'll be calling you ahead of time before they depart."
"Alright. Anyway, see you later. I'll have to get some buildings ready for them." Oshurkova agreed and waved goodbye before we both cut the feed. Sighing into my palm, the elevator doors opened to reveal an empty hallway. "I swear, being a leader of a group isn't all it's cracked up to be."
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