The beast lumbered by, its many eyes gazing all around, seeing, watching, making sure that its master's orders were followed. Though it had no sense of self-awareness, it knew when to call its masters, when it sensed something was wrong...
Taking another bite of the stumpy that had broken through, it ruminated (ruminated, very nice word) over the things it had seen. As it was a chimaera, a bastardised creation, it had no bracelet to check its Status, causing it to be unable to level up, much to the chagrin of its creators.
Suddenly, it felt something
Though its big brothers were not here, it could still sense that something was looking at it, smearing at its every movement. Just as it was about to go and search the area for the possible intruders, its one of many masters called it. "Oi, go and check Area 51. Something is wrong there. I'd better not hope seeing another sort of 'rebellion', eh? As a warning, you can go and eat one of them, but only the elderly ones..."
Hearing that it can eat one of those little furballs, it grew excited immediately, dispersing the little thought it had gathered, too focused now on a possible chance of a tiny snack...
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"Well, fuck..."
Inhaling a sharp breath of air, Lewis newal yelped at the horrific sight in front of him, only to be barely saved by the bell (and having his mouth smell of musty sock...).
Walking in front of him was an abomination of unholy proportions, its multifaceted limbs flailing everywhere, eating everything on its path...
Shuddering once more, Lewis slapped both cheeks, before turning to the ground. There, on the ground, was an Appraisaper, recording every detail of the Appraisal Lewis had done on the beast:
Item: Elfaurden
Tier: 4
Grade: Perfectly Unstable
Description: A chimaera created from the combination of several different species. The central system is made from an amalgamation of several Elves, their souls twisted into agony, but getting perfect control over its body. The Nucleanite core ensures that it gets the power it needs to move, but this does not solve the fundamental issue of its body decaying due to the natural law of decomposition, thereby leading it to have a voracious appetite...
(Remark: God damn Frankenstein! Now make me a momma!)
Ignoring its rude remarks, Lewis realised something deeply disturbing.
"Wait, it's not a living being!?"
Unable to comprehend why its status reveals it to be an equipment, he quickly dragged Simon back towards their camp, praying, hoping that it would not catch them...
Again
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"In order for me to grant you... special privilege...let's say, you need to do a favour of sorts for me..."
Eyes scrunching, Simon leaned forward, slowly approaching Magnus, eyes hidden beneath the shadows. "What'd'ya want, Chief Magnus...?"
Though he remained stoic at the question, his eyes betrayed the pain he felt at the cold query from his son. Seeing that hounding about his indifference will not lead to anything, Magnus cleared his throat before stating his request. "Ehem! I have a commission for you. If you complete it successfully, I would be more than willing to help lower the price for the raw ores, as well as, if possible, change to another form of currency for the goods..."
Leaning back in his chair, Magnus revealed a grave expression. "For the past few years, we've been seeing a massive exodus of raw iron and other ores. Initially, we deemed it to be just some sort of small-time smuggling operation led by some small-time crooked Dwarves who wanted to capitalise on the ramifications caused by the release of the news that the Kingdom of Strisk was summoning new Heroes to defeat the Demon King. But the smuggling increased exponentially, causing us to lead an investigation, and this is where it gets concerning..."
Folding his hands, Magnus reveals to them in a graver tone about his investigation. "Here's the fucking thing-
Everyone we send to investigate the smuggling ends up disappearing
What's even more concerning is that even when I send them under the cover of night, they still get found out! This has led me to believe that we've been compromised inside. Just when I was scratching my head on who to send, you came in. So, my mission is this:
Find out who is doing the smuggling, and if you can, destroy them. If you succeed, I shall acquiesce to all your demands..."
With a final glance, he handed the ultimatum to them.
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As the scouting duo snuck back, their footsteps, though faint, were still picked up by a young Wulfin, his one ear twitching at their direction...