GOOD DEED OF THE DAY 20

On the way back, I also tested a mini-version of the Mana Gatlers on top of the Frontier City walls. Its designed to be used behind a truck, I miniaturized it a bit to fit the sidecar/behind car, and plan on using it while on auto-pilot, on the usual Sand Mobs decided to aim for me.

I will let them be the first victims of my new weapon, the energy slot to power the the Mana Minigun, conforms on the type of "fuel" to be used. So if its the standard mana battery type used, then the slot automatically adjusts to that size.

If you decided to use pure mana stone or ore, then it will also conform according to the size put inside the slot.

As I rode the modular cycle across the desert, the wind whipped through my hair, carrying with it the whispers of the sand. I had just emerged victorious from a Steel-Ranked Undead Dungeon near Biqo City, and the thrill of battle still coursed through my veins. But there was no time to rest—I craved more action, more challenges to test my skills.

The auto-pilot guided the motorcycle with precision, allowing me to focus on the task at hand. I was eager to put my new weapon to the test—the Mana Minigun. With its modular design and rapid-fire capabilities, it was the perfect tool to take down the various sand monsters and beasts that roamed the desert.

I slowed the motorcycle to a stop, finding a suitable location where I had stashed the sidecar and the Mana Minigun. With the sand stretching endlessly before me, I knew this was the perfect arena for my next battle. I hopped off the motorcycle and made my way to the sidecar, equipped with the deadly minigun.

As I strapped the Mana Minigun to my arm, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. The mana cores, salvaged from the defeated monsters, were stored in the built-in space rings of the Magidrones. These hovering companions were programmed to collect the valuable mana cores, allowing me to continue my fight without interruption.

With a flick of my wrist, the Mana Minigun powered up, and a cascade of mana energy filled the air. The desert sands beneath my feet trembled as the first wave of sand monsters approached. Without hesitation, I unleashed a barrage of mana bullets, each shot tearing through the air with a resounding force.

The sand monsters, caught off guard by my onslaught, crumbled under the sheer power of the mana bullets. Their forms dissolved into the swirling sands, leaving behind only remnants of their existence. But I pressed forward, my eyes fixed on the horizon, ready to face whatever challenges awaited me.

As the sun beat down upon me, I danced through the battlefield, my movements fluid and precise. The Mana Minigun became an extension of my arm, its rapid-fire bursts punctuating the cacophony of battle. Each shot found its mark, obliterating sand creatures in a symphony of destruction.

The MagiDrones whirred around me, their metallic bodies collecting the mana cores left in the wake of my devastation. With each core retrieved, my mana reserves were replenished, empowering me to continue the fight without faltering. It was a well-orchestrated ballet of destruction, where every movement brought me closer to victory.

But the desert was relentless, and new adversaries emerged from the shifting dunes. Sand beasts, towering monstrosities with primal strength, charged towards me. Their massive forms created shockwaves with each thunderous step, threatening to engulf me in their relentless assault.

Undeterred, I unleashed a barrage of mana bullets, aiming for their vulnerable spots. The explosive impact shook the desert sands, momentarily staggering the sand beasts. It was in those precious moments that I struck with my own physical prowess, dodging their mighty blows and retaliating with precision strikes.

As the battle raged on, a sandstorm brewed on the horizon. The winds howled, carrying with them a swirling cloud of sand. The visibility plummeted, and I found myself at a disadvantage. But I refused to yield. My instincts guided me, my mana-infused senses allowing me to anticipate the movements of my adversaries.

With the mana minigun as my beacon of destruction, I pressed forward through the raging sandstorm. The air crackled with energy, my every shot illuminating the darkness that surrounded me. The sand monsters and beasts fell before me, their forms dissolving into nothingness as the mana bullets tore through their essence.

As the sandstorm subsided, I stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, my breath ragged and my body weary. The desert sands lay silent, the creatures that had once threatened me now reduced to mere memories. The MagiDrones hummed with satisfaction, their space rings filled with a multitude of salvaged mana cores.

I took a moment to survey the scene, the remnants of my conquest spread across the desert. A sense of accomplishment welled within me, fueling my determination to continue my journey. I detached the Mana Minigun from my arm, storing it safely in the sidecar, alongside the Magidrones with their precious cargo.

Revving up the Modular Cycle, I was once again on the way back to the hotel for some food and snooze.

As I rode my modular cycle through the endless desert, my mind still abuzz with the thrill of battle, I suddenly noticed two ragged figures waving frantically by the side of the road. Curiosity piqued, I slowed down and brought the cycle to a stop.

The sand whispered beneath my feet as I approached the desperate pair. I smell that my "good deed for the day" is about to be filled up.

"Please, sir!" the man pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "We are in dire need of assistance. Our caravan was attacked by sand orcs on our way to Frontier City. They took our cargo and some of our crew members back to their lair."

His companion, a woman with weary eyes, added, "We managed to escape, but we cannot leave our friends and our livelihood in the hands of those savages. Please, help us retrieve our crew members and, if it's not too much trouble, our precious cargo as well."

Their plea struck a chord within me. I knew the importance of loyalty and the value of trust. These ragged souls had entrusted me with their hopes and dreams, seeking aid in their time of need. Without hesitation, I nodded and accepted their request.

The man handed me a MagiBracer Locator, a device imbued with magic that would guide me to the lair of the sand orcs. I fastened it securely on my arm, its presence a reminder of the mission that lay before me.

With a determined expression, I assured the pair, "You have my word. I will do everything in my power to retrieve your crew members and reclaim your cargo from the clutches of the Sand Orcs."

I erected a temporary shelter using Earth Magic and created a barrier of protection and invisibility, I advised them to wait for me here, to eat and rest while I find their associates.

Leaving them with a glimmer of hope in their eyes, I mounted my modular cycle once more and set forth on this new quest. The desert stretched out before me, an unforgiving landscape that concealed the lair of the Sand Orcs.

But I was not deterred. I, Deth Jones, would show no mercy to those who sought to harm the innocent....especially those who stand in the way of me crossing off the list of my good deed for the day!

A bunch of animals, how dare they!!

Guided by the MagiBracer Locator, I maneuvered through the shifting dunes, my senses attuned to the subtlest signs of danger. The desert winds whispered ancient secrets, and the sun beat down upon me with an intensity that matched my resolve. As I ventured deeper into the desert, the distant outline of the sand orc lair came into view.

Approaching the lair cautiously, I observed the surrounding area, noting the sentries and potential traps. I could hear the faint echoes of Sand Orcs communicating in their guttural language, a chilling reminder of the danger that awaited within. But I had faced countless adversaries before, and I was prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Engaging my aura, I enveloped myself in its protective embrace, fortifying my body and mind for the battles to come. With each step, I moved closer to the heart of the sand orc lair, my focus unwavering.

Inside the lair, chaos reigned. The sand orcs, their grotesque forms a testament to their savagery, guarded their ill-gotten gains with ferocity. With the element of surprise on my side, I struck swiftly and decisively.

My Magic Gun roared to life, unleashing a barrage of mana bullets upon the unsuspecting Sand Orcs. Their cries echoed through the tunnels as they fell before the might of my onslaught. I moved with precision, dodging their crude attacks and countering with calculated strikes.

As I advanced deeper into the lair, the cries of the captured crew members reached my ears. They were a symphony of desperation and hope, urging me to press forward. I fought with renewed vigor, determined to rescue them from the clutches of the sand orcs.

With each defeated Sand Orc, I drew closer to my goal. The captives, their spirits reignited by the sight of my arrival, urged me onward. Their lives and the restoration of their livelihoods depended on my success.

The final confrontation loomed ahead—a Sand Orc Chieftain, a towering brute with a mace in hand, stood between me and the crew members. We locked eyes, our determination mirrored in each other's gaze.

The battle that ensued was fierce, each blow shaking the cavern walls. The chieftain wielded his mace with a brutal efficiency, but my Mana Shield absorbed the impact, granting me the resilience to fight on. My Magic Gun unleashed their deadly payload of heat blasts---on the vulnerable spots like the ears, crotch, eyes and nose, and with a final surge of energy, I struck the chieftain down....from behind at the back of the head.

Flying monster brain matter always brings a smile to my face.

As the chieftain crumpled to the ground, defeated, the crew members rushed forward, their expressions a mixture of relief and gratitude. I reassured them that they were safe and that their ordeal was over.

But our mission was not yet complete. Together, we retrieved the stolen cargo, salvaging what we could from the Sand Orc's hoard. It was a testament to their resilience and my unwavering determination to fulfill my good deed quota.

As we emerged from the Sand Orc lair, the desert sun bathed us in its warm embrace. The crew members, now free from captivity, expressed their heartfelt gratitude for my assistance. They thanked me for not only rescuing them but also for restoring their hope in the face of adversity.

With a nod of acknowledgement, I bid them farewell and watched as they made their way back to their caravan friends to the direction I've given them, they are quite eager to resume their journey to Frontier City. The weight of their gratitude filled my heart, fueling my spirit for future adventures....but that's just on the surface, the battle was meh and I was just doing it for the sake of doing it.

Again, I was just it for the sake of doing some good for the day....nothing more.

I don't need to crush their view of me by telling them that...ignorance is truly a bliss.

With the memory of this quest etched in my mind, for a few minutes, I continued my journey too....back to Frontier City but on a much longer route.

I haven't pushed the Mana Minigun to its limits yet and I am really, really eager to do that.