5 - Fics I Read 2.0 - LIGHTREADER

FanFiction.Net

Just In

Community

Forum

The Most Dangerous Gamer by chimmon

Books » Worm Rated: M, English, Adventure, OC, Bonesaw, Siberian, Words: 431k+, Favs: 3k+, Follows: 3k+, Published: Mar 8, 2021 Updated: Feb 27, 2023

1,306Chapter 5: Thrown Into the Deep End 4

The finale. Jack Slash's test. Not a test in the normal sense. He knew what I could do (mostly). This was a test of my character. He wanted information. My shard was giving it to him right now, everyone's was. So I needed something that let him think he knew how to manipulate me. If he couldn't control me, I'd be killed. Regardless of the 'tests', he'd kill me. I was sure of it.

I had 3 more perks I hadn't looked at yet. Now that I actually had a point to spend, it was about time. Not that anything would probably match regeneration.

[Fire Control

Manipulate, create, and become fire. Costs MP. Damage increased with Int. Control increased with Wis. Range increased with Per. Total power modes are dependent on skill level. May be combined with other powers.]

[Silica Control

Manipulate, create, and become silica. Costs MP. Damage increased with Int. Control increased with Wis. Range increased with Per. Total power modes are dependent on skill level. May be combined with other powers.]

[Power Drain

Connect to other Shards. Drain, nullify, enhance or manipulate their power. Costs MP. Effect strength increases with Int. Effect control increases with Per. Effect utility increases with Wis. May be combined with other powers.]

Power Drain looks promising, but right now I need HP. Also, I'd really like two arms and ten fingers in the future.

*Perk selected: Rapid Regeneration.

My HP began ticking up fast. Looked to be about 1 HP every 3 seconds, almost faster than Shatterbird could have lowered it. Not fast enough to outpace Crawler, yet. With it fueling Gamer's Body I should've felt invincible. The Siberian's presence said otherwise.

Jack had leapt off the Gym, and landed with surprising ease. I had followed him in silence while selecting my Perk. I knew what he had in store for me, but not how. "Where are we going?"

"To where it all began."

"The arcade?"

**Jack Slash is amused.

"So you think that's where it began?"

I nodded. "That's where my old life ended and the game started."

**Jack Slash is happy.

That was one option. Let him think I treated the world as a game. It wasn't far off, I just wanted a game with a different genre. Not this horror shit. Would the idea that I didn't consider other people 'real' keep me in the Nine? Perhaps if I thought they were. What if I only considered capes people? I think Jack would work with that. I'd shown I was willing to kill, but I don't think it would be enough. Remember, he wants to break me.

What had come closest to breaking me? Mr. Price. Nancy. Mom. If I didn't have Gamer's Mind, I'd had broken at each of their deaths. Conversely, I don't think that killing Hatchet Face or Shatterbird really phased me that much. I have to assume Jack knew this. Telepathy might not exist, but he had the closest approximation of it I'd ever heard of.

With that in mind, I think I knew his plan. Make me kill EVERYONE. That would bind me to him. But he needed more. He needed emotion from me. I don't think he cared what emotion, he needed a way to manipulate me.

Jack began whistling a jaunty tune as we strolled down the empty road. The arcade was more than a mile away. My HP would be full by then. I knew what was coming. I knew the 'win' conditions. So what emotion could I actually use? Gamer's Mind prevented most of them. I doubt I could break down and cry, or become depressed like Riley or Burnscar had. The main emotion everyone else had was anger, aside from Jack that is.

Anger I could do. Not anger at my former friends or innocent civilians, but anger at Jack. I already had a mission to kill him. He probably knew that. So I could play into it. It would be a good reason to stay in the Nine. After all, how could I kill Jack if I wasn't close to him. If I was driven by a desire for revenge, I would stay close. Bide my time.

Not that killing him was possible as long as the Siberian was around. If he could 'broadcast' to her, there was no threat she couldn't respond to in time. And Jack would see it coming... unless I hired a non-parahuman. With enough Tinkertech, someone could probably kill him despite Bonesaw's upgrades. Jack undoubtedly had some of whatever kept Shatterbird going so long. But who'd be suicidal enough to try it? Even if someone got Jack, the rest would end them real quick.

No. I was the best shot at killing this monster. Gamer's Mind and Observe were the only thing that could make such a thing possible. Once I got stronger that is.

I decided. I would let my anger of him bleed out in the fight. If I was right, he'd be glad of the tool I'd given him. If I was wrong, then the Siberian would tear my head off. So that's the plan. Take potshots at him that could be construed as an accident. I could probably get away with something more blatant, but let's not test that.

As we approached the arcade, I stopped. "You rebuilt it?"

Jack shrugged. "We do what we can."

I walked up to the wall and felt it with my hand. It had an odd texture.

*Perception check passed.

The windows were still gone. This wasn't the original building material. One of them had made a facsimile. I was betting on Shatterbird. She could definitely compact glass into larger and denser objects. The Perk I could get from her also affected sand, so it seemed reasonable that she could as well. It was impressive. She could've been more than a mass-murderer.

The inside was clean. No blood on the floor, and all the glass shards were gone. The game cabinets were still wrecked. Nancy and Tom waved at me. A quick Observe confirmed that they were more meatpuppets made by Bonesaw. Tom had been turned in to bloody chunks, and Nancy had melted. I had no idea how they could've been restored.

Jack pulled out another remote and pressed a button. A flashing scoreboard rose up from behind the counter. It currently showed a zero. "My test is simple. You earn points for every person you kill. Bonus points for excessive brutality."

*Perception check failed.

"What's the goal?"

Jack grinned. "To get the high score of course. Not that you know what that is, so I guess you'll just have to try extra hard."

I smiled. This was exactly what I was expecting from my mission, but the scoreboard just felt right. I immediately hated myself for finding something Jack Slash did... nice. He was evil. Just doing something I'd actually enjoy didn't change that. I calmed myself. A simple task with Gamer's Mind.

"I'm ready." I took a step forward, but Jack held up his hand.

"Ah, ah, ah." His chin jerked towards the scoreboard. "You have to wait for the game to start."

"Hey Kevin, how're doing?" "Yeah, what's up?" Nancy and Tom tried to chat with me. I ignored them to search for a weapon. I wasn't going to choke 800 people to death. I mean 800 meatpuppets.

I didn't see anything, so I went to the dollar store. The scoreboard followed. Inside, meatpuppets went about their business as if they were the people in question. I Observed them all - just to be certain. In the back, I found a metal bat for $20.

I know, I know. A lot of things in the store cost more than a dollar.

I wanted to grab what little food remained, but didn't dare with Jack watching me. Besides, with rapid regeneration I wasn't sure I needed to eat.

I still had my wallet, so I stood in line at the cashier. $20 was a lot for me, or at least it used to be. I kinda didn't care about it now. After I'd paid, the scoreboard started beeping. The same kind of beeps as the racing game I had at home. As it finished, I brought the bat down on the meatpuppet's head.

*By performing a new task, you have created the Melee Weapon skill.

*You have defeated Bonesaw's Meatpuppet! You gain +10 exp!

*Finale! 1/822

My rampage began. It lasted hours. I got two more Con debuffs by the time I was through, but I'd increased my strength, melee, unarmed, and ranged weapon skills. Each meatpuppet behaved differently. Some attacked me, some tried to run away, some called for help. There was nothing they could do to stop me. As my strength grew, it was a simple thing to get brutality bonuses. Three times I thew something at a meatpuppet that was close to Jack. Three times I 'missed'. Three times he stepped out of the way even before the rock left my hand.

Input reading cheater.

The last meatpuppets were hard to track down until flashing arrows appeared in the sky. Another nice touch. Too bad Jack hadn't made a mini-map. Even my powers hadn't pulled that off yet.

*Finale! complete! +16,000 exp. +100 Reputation with the Slaughterhouse Nine. +60 Reputation with Jack Slash. Party system has been unlocked.

*The Nine Tests of Highly Effective Monsters 8/8; 8/8

*The Nine Tests of Highly Effective Monsters complete! +9,000 exp. +50 Reputation with the Slaughterhouse Nine. +50 Reputation with Jack Slash. Gained Slaughterhouse Nine faction.

*You have leveled up! You gain +5 ability points!

*You have leveled up! You gain +5 ability points! You gain +1 Perk!

I turned around from the last meatpuppet I'd killed. I was really tired. Behind me, the rest of the Slaughterhouse Nine stood. Jack clapped with an amused expression. Shatterbird clapped politely. Riley jumped up and down and clapped excitedly. The rest stood there looking awkward - if gigantic black dinosaurs and 9ft tall white robots could look awkward.

Crawler mouth opened in what I hoped was a smile. "You're getting stronger."

I nodded. "I'm pretty strong now. Nowhere close to you yet."

His head bobbed up and down. "Not yet, but perhaps soon."

Riley ran up to me and grabbed my hand. "I'm so excited to have you to experiment on." She looked up at me with big round eyes. "You remember your promise right?"

I smiled down at her. "I remember, but I'm really tired right now. I'm not sure how long I've been up, but we can start once I wake up."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Yay!" One of the most feared parahumans in North America proceeded to hug me. "Even Mr. Jack doesn't let me experiment on him!"

*+5 Reputation with Bonesaw.

The way she said 'experiment' sent shivers down my spine. "I'm going to go lie down now."

Jack shook his head. "No time. We've overstayed our welcome already. You'll need to sleep on the road."

"Ok, lead the way." I reached down and picked up Bonesaw... No, I needed to think of her as Riley. It was easy to do with my new strength. Unfortunately it didn't earn me any more reputation. It did earn me some braiding of my hair as she sat on my shoulder. Not that I had long hair, but apparently 1 inch was enough. She had very nimble fingers.

The group walked for a while in silence before Crawler shuffled next to me. "Those people wouldn't have made me stronger. Do you not need to heal to adapt?"

I glanced over. No point in hiding it. "No. I think it's more like repetitive action. Whatever I do, I improve at. Just a lot faster then normal people, and apparently no upper limit."

"Really?" I could hear the longing in his voice.

"I think so. If I have one, I haven't reached it yet." I frowned. "The increases slow down as I improve. So there's probably a soft limit."

"Good... good."

*+10 Reputation with Crawler.

Two blocks later, we came to an RV with a moving trailer attached. Really? That's how the most infamous group of villains got from place to place? No rocket ship? No glass plane? The inside was surprisingly nice. Very nice actually. I don't think it was actually bigger on the inside, but somehow it felt spacious.

Jack gave me the tour. "It's remotely driven with a simulated driver. Can't very well have any of us at the wheel, right?" He pointed at various places. "The kitchen nook is pulled out there. The couch can be collapsed if we need the space. We have a TV, and a computer over there. A table comes out of the floor there. Hammocks or pods can extend from the ceiling if you want a nap."

We moved further back. "The restrooms rise up here. There's Alan's lab, and there's Riley's. They both extend into the bedroom when they're working. Speaking of which, this is the room you're wanting right?" He did flourish and bow. "We mostly have singles, but 3 doubles can be switched out if needed."

"A single will be just fine." I nodded and moved to the closest bed. I was covered in blood. My shirt was long gone. I didn't bother with removing my pants or shoes. Instead I fell on top of the covers and was out like a light.

*Your HP & MP have been fully restored.

I woke up instantly. There wasn't any grogginess. I guess another benefit of Gamer's Mind. I sat up and stretched my arms.

What?

My arm grew back! And my fingers! A quick glance at my stats showed my con penalties were gone as well. I grinned. I was hoping my arm would regrow. Counting on it, really. However there was always a niggling doubt in the back of my mind. What if my power didn't work that way? What if Siberian's bypassing of Gamer's Body meant the wounds she inflicted wouldn't heal?

I breathed a sigh of relief. Huh. Somebody had taken off my shoes, socks and pants. They'd also put me under the covers. A small bit of... humanity? I hadn't expected anything like that. Nobody else was in the sleeping area.

I wonder how long I've been out?

*You have 31 unread notifications.

Uh oh. Bad things happen when I don't read my notifications.

*Keeper of the Dead complete! 822/843 Observed. +8,220 exp. your Observe skill has gained a level!

*You have leveled up! You gain +5 ability points!

*Hope Against Hope complete! +1,000 exp.

*Sleeping has healed Dead on Your Feet.

...

*Sleeping has healed Tired.

*Rapid Regeneration has healed Physical Deformity.

I'd done it. I'd directly saved one person. Judging from the Keeper of the Dead mission, 20 others had also managed to escape. That or Bone... Riley didn't use their bodies in Jack's mission. Or couldn't. I didn't know what her limits were. Still, at least one person survived.

I felt... happy. It was nice, and Gamer's Mind didn't negate it. Perhaps I wouldn't become an irredeemable monster after all. Still, no rest for the wicked. Or at least, no more rest.

I took the first private time I'd really had in what seemed like a week to mentally compose myself. At least that was the plan, but I actually felt perfectly calm and collected already. So instead I reviewed my character sheet. I had 95 attribute points, and 1 perk available. The perk was more important, so I started with it. While I had 5 options, only 2 stood out to me: Summoning and Power Drain.

I'd gotten Summoning from the Siberian's test. She was an invincible projection. I doubted whatever I could summon would come remotely close, but disposable minions would be useful. The description didn't mention any limits aside from the projection's strength, so could I summon other things? Food? Weapons? A car? No new knowledge poured into my head. Shoot.

Power Drain sounded like a potent Trump ability. Drain, nullify, enhance or manipulate? That was a nice list. It was dependent on my stats, so probably not too strong.

If the Siberian wasn't all-powerful, Hatchet Face would be able to defeat her by just being close. So I couldn't just go with Siberian Hatchet Face and thus, Summoning Power Drain. No, what I needed was to focus on what my next step would be. That was making friends with Riley and then escaping. If I was going to fight, Power Drain would probably be best. However, for running away and evading pursuit, minions would be invaluable.

*Perk selected: Summoning.

I bet I was being watched or recorded. So I focused beneath my covers and tried to summon something small. Something inanimate so I could Inventory it. A knife appeared.

What the Hell?

It was pixelated! 8-bit graphics!

...

I guess I was The Gamer after all. Nothing to be done about it. Let's Observe it.

[Summoned knife

Str 5. Dex 5. Con 5.]

Hmmm... I thought about its stats and an explanation came to me. Str for objects was how much damage they could do. Dex was their weight and ease of use. Con was durability.

That had only cost me 3 MP. I Inventoried the knife, and summoned another one. This time I poured as much power into as possible. I managed to put 10 MP before it felt completely full. It hadn't taken shape yet. I could feel its stats. I tried to max out Str.

[Summoned knife

Str 40. Dex 5. Con 5.]

Alright. 10 MP was my limit, but it wasn't enough to reach a maximum on stats.

I wanted to raise my stats and do some experimentation, but I needed a higher summoning level first. Still, I could review what I'd noticed so far. Str, Dex, and Con could all be trained more easily than Int, Per, and Wis. I'm not sure if Luck can be trained. Charisma has only leveled up twice. Once when I gained the acting skill, and again when I was nice to Riley. I didn't gain an acting skill up with it. Does that mean charisma is related to empathy? Or just being nice? Or getting someone to like me?

It doesn't affect any Perks so far. Does that mean it's really weak, or that it's too powerful to have secondary effects. That would be an assumption if this 'game' was balanced, which didn't seem likely. How fair and balanced is life?

In any case, I was less likely to gain mental stats from what I'd seen so far. So I should upgrade them 1st. Assuming that I'm still me after messing around with my mind. Physical could come after I'd hit the soft limit and grinding stopped yielding gains. I already figured out that 1 Con = 5 HP. 1 Str = 2 HP. 1 Int = 5 MP. 1 Wis = 2 MP. Plus 5 base for each.

Was it more efficient to create as many knives as I could? Or is maxing them out going to level Summoning quicker? Assuming that Summoning leveled up like my other skills, it would be quicker at lower levels. I couldn't just do all cheap one or all maxed. What if I guessed wrong and severely limited my grinding speed? If I alternated it would have to level up at close to even uses. So that wouldn't tell me anything.

There were three possibilities that occurred to me. Each knife gave the same exp. A knife gave exp based on the MP spent. A knife gave exp based on its stats. For my purposes, 2 and 3 were the same. So if I spent 3, 3, 3 then 10... No that wouldn't work. It would either be 3 exp, 3 exp, 3 exp, 10 exp. Or 1 exp, 1 exp, 1 exp, 1 exp. No way of telling which since I didn't know the target goal.

I'd have to do it over two levels. Lets say I needed 100 exp, then 200 exp. If I did the 1st level with expensive knives and the 2nd with cheap, the 2nd would take a lot more knives regardless. However if I did the 1st level with cheap knives and the 2nd with expensive... I'd get some good data. Say it took about 30 cheap knives to level the 1st time, and 20 expensive knives to level the 2nd time... then all that matters is MP. 90 MP then 200 MP. If the number of expensive knives is equal to or greater than cheap, then I had some evidence of each knife being the same exp-wise.

*For taking a measured approach and forming a plan before starting to experiment, you gain +1 Wis.

Heh. Thank you Mr. Tyson for your AP class.

I burned through my MP and started filling my inventory with cheap knives. When I ran dry, I bowed my head and closed my eyes. Meditation or relaxing was a pretty standard way to regain MP in games, so I hoped it was true for me as well.

*By performing a new task, you have created the Meditation skill.

Yes! Time to grind until someone comes to get me out of bed.

*Your meditation skill has increased by +1.

My concentration broke when a small bundle of energy crashed into me. "You're awake!" Riley smiled up at me before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of bed. "C'mon, I have so many things I want to do. Did you know that your arm grew back? So much nicer than Mr. Ned's regeneration. You still look like you. And the tissue didn't swell by the amputation site! The blood didn't even clot! If I can duplicate your Breaker state, my work will go so much easier. I was planning on cloning you a replacement, but it looks like I no longer have to bother with that. We can jump right to the fun stuff!" She finally paused to take a breath.

"Yes, I'm feeling much better Riley."

The tiny terror went to a panel that I noticed was placed lower than the one on the opposite wall. She pressed a button and the room folded in on itself. An operating table took its place. I looked at it for a second, before climbing on top.

Riley went to a locker and began pulling out all manner of tools. "I mean, from what Sibby brought back of your arm, you were as tough as a Brute 2 I'd say. Almost completely bulletproof. The blood analysis showed that you still have platelets. If you don't bleed they serve no purpose." She began to assemble a nozzle attached to a cylinder. "Why do you have that? Is it something that goes away when you transform? I don't think you can switch back and forth, but that's the 1st test. It'll make everything so much easier if you can!" She turned around. "Oh good. You're already on the table." She gave a little frown. "Why are you still dressed?"

"Huh? The only thing I have on is..." I blinked, and then looked at her with a flat expression. "We are not doing anything down there."

"Aw, but..."

"No. It's not appropriate."

"Oh!" She brought a hand up to her face. "You're right!" She bowed her head. "Sorry! I was getting carried away."

"It's no problem. Why don't you tell me what you're trying to do?"

"Well, you told Mr. Ned that your breaker state would wear off right?" I nodded. "So does that mean you can control it?"

I concentrated for a moment before shaking my head. "No, I don't think I can. Think of it like a forcefield. It'll hold up to a lot of damage, but once it goes down - I'm just me."

She flicked a switch on the device she'd made. A brilliant blue flame extended in a very tight stream. "That's ok. I've had to cut open Brutes before."

"That's not what..." I didn't get to finish my sentence as she pressed a button on the side of the table. Metallic strips shot out and tied me down. The tabled lowered so she stood above me.

Riley then brought the... welding torch? down on my skin.

-100 HP

*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Heat) has increased 1 lvl.

-95 HP

*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Heat) has increased 1 lvl.

-90 HP

*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Heat) has increased 1 lvl.

-85 HP

*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Heat) has increased 1 lvl.

*Your pain resistance skill has increased by +1.

I winced. It didn't hurt that much though.

"There we go!" Riley smiled and picked up a small scalpel. She pressed it against the incision she'd burned into my thigh. "Hey! What gives?"

My HP had ticked up, restoring Gamer's Body. "Sorry, it turned back on. It's really weak right now."

She poked me again. "A near instantly replenishing All-Or-Nothing state. Hmmm..." Her tongue poked out as she thought. "I have to keep it broken.. no I have to keep breaking it... if I just.." She turned and began typing something. Two robotic limbs extended from the ceiling. One picked up the torch-scalpel, the other picked up a regular one. They moved to my other leg, and alternated stabbing me. When the normal scalpel couldn't get through, the torch came down.

"There! That should do it." Riley beamed. "Let's start!"

With nothing else to do, I Observed her again. Let's see what level 3 tells me.

[Riley's power is surgery. As such she is an incredible biological Tinker. Her ability to modify and 'upgrade' living tissue is almost without peer. She can create computers out of tissue, reinforce any aspect of a person's anatomy, control or even reverse their powers via manipulating their brains. The only true limit is her imagination, which is to say - she has virtually no limit. She has extensively modified herself for both offense and defense.

Debuffs:

Driven to Conflict

Memory Removal

Stockholm Syndrome - Severe

Psychosis (Delusion)

Psychosis (Art) - Shard driven

Obsession ('Good Girl')

Aversion ('Bad Language')

Deep-Seeded Fear ('Jack Slash') - Repressed]

That's... just... wow. Ok, I know she's done unspeakable things, but look at her mental state. I'd be a quivering mound ready for Jack to shape me if it wasn't for Gamer's Mind. That tears it. I swear, if I can help Riley I will.

*You gain +1 Cha.

While Riley was cutting into me, the Siberian entered. She cocked her head, and then sat on the floor. I Observed her.

[The Siberian can selectively ignore any physical law, and most other powers. She can grant this effect to any person or object she touches - except her Master.

Debuffs:

Master's Control]

I guess that explains why she's nowhere near her Master. She can't protect them. Well, she still could kill anything that threatened them. Just can't completely laugh at 99.99% of everything. I wonder what power it is that she can't ignore.

...

-1 HP

*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Heat) has increased 1 lvl.

"Riley?" The small girl didn't seem to hear me as she intently poked around inside my leg. "Riley!"

She let out a little 'eep' and jumped. "What is it?"

"I think my resistance to the, uhm, torch scalpel is going to make it ineffective any moment now."

"What? Already?" She crossed her arms and pouted. "I barely started!"

"It's been two hours."

"Really?" She left out a giggle. "Sorry, but it was sooooo interesting watching your Breaker state trigger. Like, all your parts were still there on a macroscopic level, but once you begin to look at the individual cells things get really weird! There was this visual distortion that I couldn't get past. One second, normal Brute cell. The next? A Square!" Her voice began to rise. "I was able to measure it. They aren't actually square if you're going by outside boundaries. Like, the probe could trace around them and it was the same diameter. But every other reading came back square! Heat, gravity, electrical impulses. They're like tiny building blocks. I think I could come up with some nanobots that might be able to do something similar." She brought her hand to her chin. "The problem is power. Normal cells don't contain anything close to that level, and I'd have to incorporate some other tech. I don't think that I could biologically mimic it completely. I mean a cell is already a biologic nanobot in a sense. I could improve it, add a capacitor, and a more efficient energy transfer." She shook her head. "But nothing like the obscuring effect your power has. I'd have to rely on some Tinkertech for that. Who even works with stuff THAT small?"

"That's great Riley, but perhaps it would be better to sew me up first?" I motioned to the robot arm that was still very slowly making an incision. "I'm not sure I can walk like this."

She let out a gasp. "Oh! I hadn't thought of that." She beamed at me. "No worries, I can patch this up in 30 seconds flat!"

As she busied herself with undoing all the damage she'd just caused. I reviewed my log. +20 reputation was nice. Riley was surprisingly easy to get along with. My new pain resistance undoubtedly helped, as did Gamer's Mind. Aside from that, the biggest gain was the new heat resistance. I'd also gained a little in meditation and con. Not bad for 2 hours. At that rate, I'd complete the quest in less than a day.

Not that I could grind reputation constantly. If nothing else, I'm sure Riley herself would want to do something else.

"I'm just sad I didn't get to watch you regenerate. I wonder if the bones grew back first as a framework, or if it was a gradual shift. Imagine each cell coming back in sync with one another! That's elegant."

She babbled as she went to open the door, but something blocked it. Curled up on the floor was the Siberian.

"Hey Sibby! I was just telling Killer how I wanted to watch his regeneration." Killer? Was that my name now?

The Siberian looked up and then stretched like a cat. I could feel my cheeks flush. Stupid Gamer's Mind! Gamer's Body! One of you kick in! I'm in my underwear here!

The monochromatic woman languidly stood up. Oh what the hell. "You really want to see it Riley?"

She looked up at me and nodded vigorously. "Of course! Your Breaker state is normally static. This would be an opportunity to look at how it mimics flesh!"

I can't believe I'm doing this. "Ok." I then held out my hand to the Siberian. She tilted her head. "Go on. You enjoy it right?"

Her yellow eyes seemed to glow as she perked up. She gently grabbed my hand, and I closed my eyes. Watching her eat my fingers was just too much. I felt something wet and rough run along my skin. What? I opened my eyes and tried to jerk back. The striped woman's hands were like steel. She locked eyes with me as she finished licking my fingers. The Siberian smiled for a moment, and then began her meal.

*Error! Gamer's Body negated.

*Heavy Bleeding negated by Gamer's Body.

*Your pain resistance skill has increased by +1.

* +5 reputation with Bonesaw.

* +10 reputation with Siberian.

[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer)

The Gamer

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Race: Human (Parahuman)

Faction: Slaughterhouse Nine

Title: Murderer III (+150% damage to helpless targets)

Level: 11 (8,950/11,000 Exp)

Mover: 4

Shaker: 0

Brute: 5

Breaker: 10

Master: 0

Tinker: 0

Blaster: 0

Thinker: 8

Striker: 0

Changer: 0

Trump: 5

Stranger: 4

HP: 335

MP: 133

Primary Attributes

STR: 33

AGI: 32

CON: 62

INT: 20

PER: 20

WIS: 15

CHA: 11

LUC: 5

Unspent Points: 95

Traits:

Gamer's Body lvl Max

Gamer's Mind lvl Max

Observe lvl 3

Inventory lvl 2

Party System

Perks Selected (2/2):

Rapid Regeneration

Summoning

Perks Available:

Solid as a Rock

Power Drain

Fire Control

Silica Control

Skills:

Acting: 12

Athletics: 21

Basic Academics: 2

Computers: 1

Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%

Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%

Damage Resistance (Heat): 64 - 99.25%

Damage Resistance (Physical): 25 - 95.6%

Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%

Meditation: 16

Melee Weapon: 17

Pain Resistance: 42 - 97.3%

Parahuman Lore: 6

Ranged Weapon: 21

Stealth: 7

Unarmed Combat: 32

Video Games: 26

Ongoing Quests:

Bonesaw's Brother 335/500

Passing on the Torch

Best Served Cold

Debuffs:

None]

« First « Prev Ch 5 of 90 Next »

Review

Jump:

Share: Email . Facebook . Twitter

Story: Follow Favorite

Author: Follow Favorite

Contrast: Dark . Light

Font: Small . Medium . Large . XL

Twitter . Help . Sign Up . Cookies . Privacy . Terms of Service

Chapter 278 - 5