A New Quest 3

"The fuck is with these people. Don't they have a conscience?"

Flabbergasted was an understatement, now Chris just resented the whole thing, "I Don't even care any more."

{You have been rewarded with a low-grade bandage.}

{One low-grade potion has been obtained.}

"I'll take it, I feel like I'll die if I don't," he felt like death.

{One low-grade bag has been obtained.}

{You have been rewarded with food for your survival.}

{For one week the meat in the lava will act as your rations, manage them properly.}

"Huh," Chris couldn't believe his eye's, perhaps, 'were they doing something nice for once.'

{The quantity you can take is limited to the size of your carry on.}

Well, the carry on was small, but it was still a significant amount considering that he didn't have any at all.

{You have been rewarded with 10 bronze coins.}

"Cheapskates."

{May you be told.}

Chris was sceptical, "these guys are always constantly trying to screw me over, since when were they so considerate?"

"Well, that's just charming, at least there's food now. I actually want to know if this lava is edible," Chris scooped a hand full to his mouth

Urp!

'I should have tasted from the other side. Infact I shouldn't have tasted it at all.'

Considering that they had said the meat in the lava was edible, what he had done was stupid.

"Fuck," Chris felt his face burning in shame even though no one was there.

{Warning you are on the brink of death.}

{Use a potion or nurse yourself to health.}

{One low-grade potion has been applied,

5% of your health has been restored.}

{Your organs have avoided burning to a crisp.}

{Caution, you are almost dead.}

Needless to say his tongue and organs got burnt to a crisp, he had immediately used the low-grade potion barely escaping death. The severity of his injuries would take a while, or he could spare some gold coins

Chris stared at his charred body and had a thought, he thought about his girlfriend Anna.

'I really am stupid, no wonder she used me.'

"How's Anna? I hope she's getting on well without me?"

Of course, his concerns were not sincere.

◆◆◆

Anna lay unconscious on the floor.

The great one was squatting right before her head, he had an uncomfortable look on his face.

"How long will you deny me?"

'All your hard work is about to go to waste because of it.'

His lovely sadistic smile once again spread across his face.

◇◇◇

"Perhaps his dead, good riddance!"

The police knew from the investigation that the father and son had a terrible relationship, but nothing they knew prepared them for a man showing such brutality in the face of his son's death. For some reason no one expected the father to act this way.

His son might have been a failure, but he wasn't a criminal. He just couldn't land a proper job, no matter how hard he tried, and now that proper investigation had been done after he went missing, the culprit was found, and yet the father didn't even seem to care. The old man could have at least been a little more considerate to his son.

"Hmm, that's what you get for killing your mother, I hope you rot in hell!"

"To think that woman didn't finish you off. Tsk, what a pity."

"What?" Mr Andrews looked at the policemen who looked at him with concern.

"My son isn't dead."

The policemen breath a sign of relief, it appears the man still loved his son, so much so that even as he denied it, he was being delusional.

"Mr Andrews, your son is dead."

 "Where is his corpse?"

"Show me his corpse, if I don't see it I won't believe he is really dead."

"Unfortunately he was devoured by a witch so he left no corpse behind."

The statement from the police men didn't seem to convince him.

"I won't believe such nonsense until I see his corpse."

Although they had brought Mr Andrews to inform him of his son's death,

"It seems he isn't involved in the case sir."

"It appears so, keep an eye on him."

"Alert the force if he does anything suspicious."

They had used the opportunity to investigate him, after all no one wanted his son dead more than him, they would  be doing him a favour.

These fools wouldn't understand, for he knew that his son was indeed not dead. Where he might be a mystery to him, but the bastard was still alive and well.

◇◇◇

Sim went swimming, to be precise, hunting. She brought back some chunks of food that could fit into the bag for Chris and had some herself.

She didn't seem worried about herself but for Chris, who was severely injured.

"Don't look at me that way, I'm not that weak." Chris wrapped himself in bandages and propped himself up beside the training room door.

He pressed his hand against the tightly shut doors and sighed, "Perhaps I'll be able to enter at another time"

{Low-grade bandage has been used.}

{You have supported your fragile body.}

{Healing is progressing slowly.}

{Buy a high-grade potion to recover.}

{Nurse yourself to health to recover.}

Instead, he closed the window and closed his eyes, "that can wait for later, fuck. I need some rest," he was exhausted, he would try his best to get some sleep.

Luckily, there was no challenge required for him to get back to his room. Otherwise, he might have just ended up dying there and then.

He decided to take a quick nap before returning to his living area.

He sat on the floor and closed his eyes.

◇◇◇

12 hours later.

"Ugh… finally."

Chris Yawned.

He roused himself from his sleep

{Health is recovered by 1%}

Sim was sleeping beside Chris, she looked like she was tired after eating. Chris decide to do some recap and used this opportunity to look at his stat window.

Chris Andrews

25 years old

Job description :

Poor bloke, Avatar of Perversion, Challenger of the Untold Dungeons, Evil Slaughterer, Demonic beast Tamer (Legendary), One who tethers between life and death (new!) (Legendary)

Attribute – Severely Wounded

Energy: 10

Health: 3

Strength: 3

Agility: 4

Dexterity: 8

Endurance: 14

Sync: 7

Faith: 10

Knowledge: 2

Wisdom: 5

Affinity: 10

Authority: 10

Luck: -15

Constitution: 2

Skill;

Sword: Beginner

Demon Sword (Sealed): Beginner (Master)

Passive;

Demon Eyesight: Novice

Perversion: Sealed

Detection: Beginner

Bloodlust: Novice

Madness: Sealed

Celibacy: Novice

Next He called up Sims page,

Sim

Demonic Tamed Beast: Sealed

Species: Dog

Beast Will: n/a

Presence required: n/a

Training Gauge: Untrained

Energy: 60

Attack: 10

Defence: 2

Agility: 5

Intelligence: 11

Endurance: 3

Sync: 5

Loyalty: 15

Health: 6

Skill;

Leash – Ties up the enemy and restricts movement

Cost: 2 sync

Trick: Makes your dog perform random tricks

Cost: 1 sync

Caution: Low sync rate leads to various side effects.

Sigh.

Chris closed the window.

"Ugh, damn it, my head feels so cloudy, even though I just woke up, I feel so exhausted."

'I should get back to the room,' he crossed the searing pool of lava back to his humble abode. When he reached the other side, he looked like crisp burnt chicken.

He descended the flight of stairs albeit slowly and finally reached his destination.

After placing Sim on the hay bed, the first thing he did was buy a medium grade potion from the kiosk.

{Medium grade potion is being applied.}

{Half of all your aliments have been resolved.}

"Hah, fuck," with that he finally felt like a human being, he finally felt he had escaped the sensation he felt from being a walking dead.

After he was done, he fell on the hay and nodded off to sleep.