The Way Ahead

Chapter 118: Pizza Cutter Personality

Chapter 118: Pizza Cutter Personality

That was so cool! Yathal yelled, You were all like woah, and then slice and chop and they didnt even see it coming! Howd you do it?

You saying something, kid? the newcomer asked, Speak properly or dont at all.

I know! Getting big and strong, just like you. Thats what I wanna do. Just you watch me, Ill do it too!

Hey there kid, stay back. Quit blabbering and go play with your dog."

Yeah! I know, it was so cool! Can you teach me that?

Wait, they were just talking completely past each other, what was...

Oh right.

You dont have Polyglot, do you? Edwin asked, I know Yathal doesnt because hes still pushing Language to sixty-

Kyni barked.

Sixty-six, whatever. Doesnt matter right now. But youre what, tier three? He sized up the Skills slowly beating within the boys body, trying to get a feel for their nature and density. None felt that high of a level, but there were quite a few complex Skill structures present. Not quite so complex as Inion, more than the average citizen or Lefi, more on par with Rillah, Tier four? And you didnt take the single most useful Skill in the entire System?

Words are meaningless. The only language I need is the one of blood and Skills. What did words ever do?

Found empires, topple tyrants, create civilization, enlighten entire swaths of people as to the nature of reality? Tell you what your Skills can do?

Nothing but dust on the wind. The moment anyone finds themselves out of their depth, the first thing they always want to do is talk. Its disgusting, they dont have the strength to defend themselves so they debase themselves pleading for mercy or proclaiming their innocence as though that has anything to do with their survival.

Are you listening to me at all?

What makes you worth listening to?

We have stuff to say? Edwin shook his head, Never mind.

It is impressive that you have achieved such a high Tier at such a young age, young

Dont call me young, dont you go dismissing me just because of my age. Ill tear you inside out if you arent careful, you little brat.

The blade was back in the boys hand and aimed at Lefis throat. Lefi took a half-step back and raised his hands in a placating gesture, Peace. I apologize for offending you.

The raven-haired rogue nodded grimly, scowling as he stowed his weapon once more, flitting like a shadow

Edwin squashed the slight influence he felt from the Skill, twisting his perceptions to make the kid seem more intimidating than he really was. It wasnt powerful, but it was annoyingly persistent, and Adaptive Defense didnt deem it enough of a hazard to actually defend against. Not that hed want it to un-defend from the cold, that was much too useful. Though Rillah did offer to help him out if he needed it next time and he wouldnt mind taking her up on that offer

Bad Edwin. Stay focused, he blinked and tried to pull his inner thoughts back in order, coming to an amusing realization. Heh. So much for words being meaningless.

Good.

So whats your name? Edwin finally asked.

I have no name. None that the world hasnt already taken from me. I am but a nameless shadow of vengeance, so you may call me just that. I am Dark Shadow of Vengeance.

Edwin sighed. Hmm According to Alchemy and a brief consultation with some of his alchemy notes, he could make a fairly effective bright pink dye with mostly just what he had, assuming he could get some wait, a pink was a kind of flower? Was that where the color name had come from?

He privately swore to give the guy a coat of bright pink paint at some point. He didnt expect it would have much of a positive impact on his behavior, but it would at least be amusing to see, and honestly that was all he could really hope for at this point.

So then what are you avenging?

My parents. I never knew them, but I managed to track down an old friend of theirs, and before he was murdered, he told me that my parents were exceptionally wealthy and powerful, to the point where they inspired jealousy in the eyes of their neighbors. So, they were murdered and their killers never brought to justice. So now, Im hunting down every last clue I can find about them, trying to discover who wielded the knife which threw me to the streets. I am a perfect weapon, carefully crafted to discover secrets, prying them from the lips of scum who may have them if needed, and return the same kind of care to those who helped my parents murder as they showed me. Thats what Sanguine Shadow is for, finding the things I cant see. He summoned his shadow-raven once more, giving it a brief stroke with his hand before sending it into the air, where it flew off into the distance.

So did you ever get actual advice from a Registrar? Im not sure how you got to your current class choices.

As though Id ever let them strap me into their little chairs and pick apart everything that makes me me. No, Ive crawled my way from the ground since I was born.

Edwin felt the boy- he refused to call him by that absolutely absurd name, hed go with Bob. Nobody scary could be called Bob.

Okay, that was decidedly untrue. Humor of name and actual danger were entirely unrelated, but it would be much harder to take them seriously. Actually, he wondered if he could

Edwin pushed at the Skill, and he felt Polyglot click surprisingly easily. Hed need someone to actually say Bobs name, but if he did it right, it should translate for him as simply Bob, and probably the other way around as well.

Where was he? Oh, right. There was a mental Skill probing at his defenses. Well, it seemed to have subsided after his momentary distraction, so mission success? Whatever. A quick query to Memory filled him in on what hed missed.

I grew up on the streets, you see. No mother or father to coddle me, make me weak. No, all I ever had was what nobody could take from me. My Skills and my fists. So I used them, and I used them well. By the time I grew up, everyone knew better than to mess with me. They did, Id kill them and use their head as a stone to throw at the next fool who wanted to pick a fight.

Well that was a morbid picture, though Edwin couldnt help but wonder how long these heads usually sat around before being used for. Were they decomposed at all?

I learned real quickly that none of the other kids were my friends either, and the ones that said they were were always the worst. I threw a bunch of their heads over the years, though a few just ended up dying on me, being too weak to truly survive the moment I left them alone. So, better to be alone. I was fast and I was strong though, and my little corner always had fresh blood from the latest little punk trying to prove themselves with their stupid, weak little Imperial Classes. That weakness isnt for me, so I embraced the darkness. The Imperials all use the light, you see, and it weakens them. So I knew better, and the night became mine. I was reborn in the darkness, molded it, made it my ally and my kingdom. But evil still lurks in the bright rays of day, so I must venture beyond my home to confront it, and to spare the innocent for one more day.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

So what brought you out here? Lefi prompted. Yathal was sitting wide-eyed and in awe of Bob. Edwin didnt know how much he could understand of the morbid tale, but he hoped it was minimal.

The trail for my parents murder is old, so I need to find every last possible lead that might exist, and one of those leads was a silver and gold medallion which belonged to my mother. I had it for some time, after I pried it out of the cold, dead hands of the assassin who killed the avior who knew my parents friend, who was also murdered while I was asking them questions, and their killer enslaved me for several years as an assassin.

Eventually, I got good enough I was able to assassinate my employer and took the medallion back, and tried to uncover what the writing on its back meant. I nearly had deciphered its secrets when a pickpocket swiped it from me. I taught the pickpocket a lesson in why you dont do that, of course, but he had already passed it along to his fence. He, I needed to beat out that hed passed it along to a merchant headed south, but before I could track down and find that merchant, I discovered that hed been murdered and eaten by a river drake. Then, that drake was killed by a hunter who

This is getting ridiculous, Edwin mused as he tuned out the endlessly-talkative man, Are all adventurers living caricatures, or is this just really unlikely? And if its the former, what am I a caricature of?

Then, after I escaped my enslavement, which is what gave me this scar, I found that it had been stolen by another bandit who had been recruited into a larger group of malcontents, and theyd settled down and were preying on helpless travelers in this area. Unfortunately, they were exceptionally good at hiding themselves, so I prowled these woods for a week, waiting for them to show themselves before you came along and finally baited them out. Unfortunately, none of them have the medallion on them, which means it must be back at that lair, which, now that I have some of their blood, Sanguine Shadow is now able to look for.

Are you responsible for that ruffian? Bob pointed at Lefi.

Am I responsible for this ruffian? Rillah asked, You know what, yeah. I am definitely responsible for him, I shouldnt have left him unattended for so long, and what makes you ask?

Oh, hes just very rude and brusque. You ought to teach him manners before someone less tolerant than I decides to cut out his tongue.

I will keep that in mind. Thank you so much for your generosity.

Good, you recognize my benevolence. Now come on, I do not wish to have to rescue you again from whatever bloodthirsty rabbit decides to maraud you while I am occupied, it is time to plunder the bandits nest.

Well, dont you have any friends that could do that for you? Rillah prodded.

Friends? Who needs friends. Unreliable, untrustworthy, more trouble than theyre worth, I certainly dont need them.

Well, if you had them, one of you could just stay here and keep an eye on us, couldnt they? Also, they make you happy.

And just have them die on me as well? Never. Happiness is but a fleeting illusion, wasted by the endless cycle of attempting to befriend some random person. Far more trouble than its worth, not that its worth much to begin with.

Edwin had a sudden, horrible realization. Was this what he sounded like to people? Almost certainly. Ugh. Well, hopefully he wasnt this bad with his moping, but it was a very slim hope. At least he knew that he had a problem, and wasnt that half the battle or something?

Please tell me youre just having fun with him, and not actually buying into his nonsense, Edwin asked Rillah when she fell back far enough to walk alongside him.

Oh, you know me so well. I havent found someone so much fun to prod in ages, she giggled. Even you werent nearly as prickly when we first met.

Oi!

She laughed, Wait, perhaps you still are.

I- that was- I meant blah. Edwin gave up on figuring out a clever retort and settled for swatting Rillahs arm, Keep this up, and Im dyeing you bright pink as well.

Oh, I think it'd be worth it.

Contrary to what Edwin was imagining, the bandit hideaway was neither a fortress or spacious cave, just a small farmhouse on the outskirts of the forest. Just outside loomed the burned-out husk of a barn, and the fields immediately around it were overgrown and untended. The house itself, while not in great repair, at least looked habitable.

The interior was nothing too special, only about twice as big as the outside and made with smooth-cut lumber for the walls and the floor. While only a single story tall, there did seem to be a basement or cellar of some form, but it was of less interest to their little band than the pile of discarded stuff in one corner. There was plenty of wooden utensils and containers, sacks of food, and a few boxes of coin, but one commodity in particular caught Edwins eye.

Ooh, lead. Why the heck do they have so much? he asked confused, looking at the pile of dark metal he uncovered after moving aside a bag of wheat, mostly fashioned into ingots.

Theyre brigands. No doubt they managed to obtain the Unintelligence Attribute and raised it at the expense of everything else. It would explain why they decided to remain together, if nothing else. Look over there, you can see where their previous leader was betrayed and killed.

Edwin looked over to the corner of the room, where a slight discoloration of the wood did make it look a bit like a bloodstain.

You can see the struggle play out perfectly. He was sitting in a chair right there, talking to someone on the other side of that table. Then, his second-in-command snuck up behind him with a dagger. Blade under the armpit, that close to the heart blood will flow like a river, and he was dead before he hit the ground. No doubt there was a Skill used, but the former second-in-command left the stain as a reminder of why they all obeyed him.

Im pretty sure this is wine, Edwin noted, frowning at his Analysis report, Not blood.

As though I dont know blood when I see it, pouring around me like such unending tides spilled from the bodies of my enemies.

Yeah, Edwin. Cant you tell the difference between blood and wine? I know you dont like either of them, but surely you the great alchemist can figure it out. Rillah teased, and Edwin shot back a glare, rolling his eyes.

Not you too, he protested.

Oh, but you heard the great and mighty Bob, didnt you? You wouldnt doubt what a mason told you was stone, would you? Let the artist of blood tell you all about his medium.

Theres no beauty in blood, no more than the rest of the world. It clots and stains, drenching everything it touches in its stench. My hands are simply more stained than most, with a stench that will never come clean.

Now thats just dreadful. Edwin, do you still have some of that super-soap?

Super-soap? I have no clue what youre talking about.

You know, that stuff you were talking about that you used to get out the sap from the trees? For your home? Back in the Verdant?

Oh, that stuff. No, I used it all up, and why would I still have it anyway? That was like two years ago. And besides, its not even useful as soap, its just an alchemical compound meant to remove water from wood. Its probably the last thing youd want to use on yourself.

Huh. So no?

Yes, thats a no, Rillah. Anyway, dont mind me, but I could use this much metal he busied himself packing away the lead. Without a bag, it was a little awkward, but he had enough pockets to make it work once he really pushed Improbable Arsenal.

No, no, no! Bob yelled in frustration.

What would be the matter, friend?

Not your friend! And the medallion! Its not here!

Now theres a shock, Edwin muttered. Rillah gently cuffed his shoulder in admonishment, but he just shrugged at her, What? Oh right, you werent here for that. Hes been looking for this thing for five years at least, but it keeps on slipping past.

Little harsh though, isnt it?

He shrugged, If he seemed actually sad rather than melodramatic Id be a lot more sympathetic. I just cant let myself actually feel sorry for him, because hes just so ridiculous.

He paused for a moment as he picked over a bit more of the loot scattered around. There wasnt that much noteworthy, Bob having claimed the most obvious valuables, but they would have their food stocks resupplied, and he had ideas for the several hundred pounds of lead hed gotten.

Still, if he stuck around for much longer he looked at the moody outlaw, who was muttering to himself darkly, Skill-enhanced shadows obscuring his face

He was going to need a lot of pink dye.