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Chapter 668 - Contact
🕑 Added 2025-08-05 08:36:50 +0000 UTCNow that I think about it, I’ve visited plenty of secret bases, underground bunkers, floating cathedrals, fallen floating islands, and more. I even went to a base not dissimilar to this one back on the 4th floor during the hunt for The First One. Even though this one doesn’t offer a view of an Earth-like planet, the sight I catch once in a while through the windows is also nice.
The planet we pass by or orbit around appears completely red, giving off a dry, desolate vibe. But as I strengthen my sight, I start thinking I might have been wrong. Rather than being a desert planet covered in reddish clouds, it’s like the planet is on fire. The clouds seem to glow with the light of fires below, stretching across almost the entire surface. The few areas they don’t cover appear to be molten lava.
Maybe it isn’t even a planet. A dying star? A gas giant or something else? Maybe I should have paid more attention in school. Then again, Mrs. Smith spent more time telling us to “be realistic” than teaching orbital mechanics. She always rolled her eyes when someone said they wanted to be an astronaut.
I wonder what she’d say now, if she could see what I’m seeing. Probably complain about the lack of seatbelts or something.
Also, the evil base halls change as we head deeper into it. We still move slowly, and no one runs, flies, or teleports. Along the way, we do our best to avoid traps and detection. But the deeper we go, the more it feels like we’re walking through something constructed, not just natural cave tunnels carved into gray stone by water.
There is some broken machinery. Piles of materials like wood and some iron. There are even entire trees, huge tanks filled with differently colored liquids. Monster bodies, either dissected or just lying around.
I try to sell some, but I don’t seem to have been acknowledged as their owner. Oh, and also, the system shop doesn’t work here, so that might be why.
At this point, it seems mostly confirmed that the shop doesn’t work outside of the tutorial, or at least not the variation I have access to. If that’s the case, just having it is a huge advantage for First Generations.
I also take the time to observe the teammates I’m stuck with for the week.
Io continues to lead, and the others don’t seem to mind it much for now.
Then there’s the demoness, with her wound nearly fully healed and moving around confidently. I even think I caught her staring at my ass a few minutes ago.
The human man with brown hair mostly moves in the background and stays quiet, surrounded by an assortment of items. Plenty of weapons on his body, some bags, and a few items constantly floating around, mostly some cubes.
Then there’s that lanky gray man, whose race I still don’t know. But like Rat, whom I met before, he likes to use shadows, mostly to hide in them or for movement. There’s likely much more he can do, but like most of the others, he holds himself back. He also avoids Tacita as much as possible for some reason.
Lastly, there is that vyssari woman. She also barely talks, and like all vyssari I’ve met so far, she is very short, with scaly legs, in her case, metallic gray. As with most of them, she also has her element, in her case, it’s lightning, at least as far as she shows. It doesn’t have that feeling of Primordial Lightning from Tess, so I guess it’s a normal one. But I still don’t drop my guard. No one here is an average Beyonder.
And for more fun, there is something my beloved handler told me. The fact that the rewards are predetermined and distributed among the surviving members.
So. Does that mean the fewer people in the end, the better the reward?
The last day or two of the quest will surely be interesting.
I continue to observe that human man. Sure, he notices it and even looks at me. Maybe I’m expected to feel some shame, look away, and stop doing it. But I do not stop. His items and the way he fights are both interesting.
He doesn’t seem physically strong, I can feel that much from the vibrations his body sends as he moves and the way the air reacts to those movements. But then there are his items, and he has dozens of them. That much I’ve confirmed with my eyes. Some feel like single-use ones. Others are at least arcane, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he even has a mid-arcane item or two. He just seems the type.
Even as we make our way through the evil elf’s lair, the human man continues to modify some of his items. I’m sure part of it is for the environment we’re in and for the gilded monsters we expect to appear. However, I’m also sure he’s modifying some of them to better face us, and I can’t even blame him.
I’m already doing something similar. I’ve sacrificed a small part of my mind to it, which even now continues to run mental exercises with twisted shapes, and I use it to observe the others and think of ways to better counter them.
The halo floating above my head is still completely silent, neither receiving nor sending any signal. Of course, I think it was funny to just put it over my head in a moment of impulse, but I didn’t do it without thought.
Another part of me constantly monitors it, ready to destroy it at any moment. If it were mid arcane, I wouldn’t have put it there. But I’m confident I could deal with a low arcane item, especially since its function doesn’t seem that threatening to me.
Beneath the golden coating of the halo, I found a patch of inscriptions. I’m pretty sure they were designed to make it work only with the wolf we killed. Then again, maybe "only" isn’t the right word.
The halo was modified to fit the wolf’s body and what remained of its brain and nervous system, to allow whatever the crown does to function. So now I’m trying to modify that part, in hopes of replacing it or tricking it into activating.
There’s a being nearby who’s probably even older than that tower hikikomori, Kyralon, so there’s no way I’m passing up the chance to get some answers out of him.
“Please stop staring at me. It is creepy,” the human man says, stopping in front of me. His items float around him like drones, but differently than before. It doesn’t feel straight-up threatening, but more... firm.
I defend myself right away, “Just in case, I don’t stare at you because I’m attracted to you or something.”
“I guessed.”
“I mean, I’m just making sure. Some people might misunderstand.”
“Yes. As I said, I guessed that’s not the case.”
"I don't know about you, but I know girls who would start shipping people based on such simple interaction. It's scary out there."
“Yes. No worries here. I don’t take it that way, as I have already said.”
“I mean, it wouldn´t even make sense. I’ve seen men many times more handsome than you and didn’t feel anything.”
“I see.”
“I mean, many, many, dozens of times better looking. It can’t even be compared. Not even close. You look like a sad frog in comparison.”
“Got it.”
“Just making sure.”
“Yes. So please stop staring at me.”
“Nope. And I’m not staring at you, I’m staring at your items.”
“It’s rude.”
"Probably. But I’m from the First Generation, only a few years into the tutorial. I don’t know anything about that kind of the intricacies of social interaction, so I think that much can be forgiven."
“I’m also from the First Generation.”
“I see,” I say. “Maybe that’s why you’re so rude and keep staring at my halo.”
That makes him pause for a bit while continuing to look at me with that same intense expression.
“It’s a Synaptic Relay Halo, isn’t it?” he asks.
“Yup,” I confirm.
“Low arcane?”
“Yup.”
I can see the question he’s trying to ask and the curiosity in his eyes as they keep flicking toward the halo floating above my head.
“I’ve only read about them and heard from a few people. They’re extremely difficult to make, even though their rarity might not be that high. The materials they require aren’t that rare, but they demand a lot of work.”
“Are they a signature item of the Last Elf?”
“His replicas use them often. More powerful replicas, at the rank of Absolutes and Champions, rarely bother with them. But for a lower-level replica of the Last Elf, with all his knowledge, I imagine halos are quick and easy to make.”
"That's good information, but I'm not giving it to you."
"I didn't even want to ask that," he looks around, and an amulet around his neck flashes. A bubble forms around us for just a short moment as he says, "In case everyone turns against each other, let's group up. I don't care about getting all the rewards to myself."
With that offer of alliance, he turns around and leaves to work on the door we are trying to unlock without triggering alarms.
I decide to examine the door later and reach with my mind towards the halo over my head. I find the part that connected it to the wolf and temporarily bridge it, which causes it to activate and slowly spin around my head.
In the window nearby, I see a faint reflection of my face, my eyes with Mana Wavelength Iris activated, a similar golden circle like the one over my head.
Maybe it wouldn't be bad to make my crown in the shape of a halo when I finally learn how to make it. Something about that sentence probably doesn't make sense, but I don't let it bother me.
(I can sense you sneaking and trying to activate some annoying protocols and pull out location and visual data. I disabled them all.) I send.
(How curious.) The voice says, calm and clear. (And who, I wonder, do I have the pleasure of speaking with?)
(I would rather keep that to myself. Are you the Last Elf?)
The voice doesn't laugh, and I might be imagining things, but I could swear I hear amusement in it as it answers, (So, an attendee on his Beyond quest. And not yet in the final year of your tutorial, if your inexperience is any measure. Will you tell me why you’ve chosen to reach out while on one of those eradication quests the oh so great Rulers are so fond of assigning?)
(You don't seem to like the Rulers.)
(Do not misunderstand me, attendee. I find their ways naive, occasionally irritating, but not without a certain charm. There is something about it I still find oddly endearing, especially when they flare around and puff up their chests, and act so important. But they and I have played this game longer than most of the current ones have existed. They track down my replicas, eager to erase me, and from time to time, I return the gesture. So then, what is it you want from me?)
(Mostly some information. Honestly, I don't mind failing this quest if I get some good ones.)
There is a short pause that doesn't allow me to see the reaction of the replica of the Last Elf.
When the voice returns, it sounds even more amused. (In that case, go and kill every other attendee who came here with you. After that, we may speak.)
With that, the conversation cuts off, and I send a wave of thermal energy at the halo, melting it all down because of a sneaky attempt to activate some of the protocols.
I take a long look at the small pool of molten golden metal at my feet. Then, just to be safe, I burn it further along with a chunk of the floor, making sure to get rid of everything.
Only then do I stand up, dust off my hands, and head towards the door that the item guy is trying to open.
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Comments
Gwalmeich
That's a lot of cake... Maybe he can give us some before we starve.
TwistedVanity
Nat is talking a lot.for.an introvert. And his daft ramblings to mislead remind me.of.someone.a character i read.
Vhena
Ooohhh. Agreed. But the others are not part of his group or group adjacent as Tacita is. Serious consideration is needed.
Javen
you know with how many times nats ass has been highlighted as one of his prominent features im starting to think he has an absolute wagon on him.
zoarian
Lol, no way Nat kills Tacita. She's the pet cat of group 4
facetiousk
"He also avoids Tacita as much as possible for *some reason*." [Not him constantly confirming he still has the correct number of extremities] 😂😂😂
WhiteLeeopard
The chances of anyone other than Nat and Taci getting out of this mission alive are dropping rapidly
asdsa fasfas
Damn Nat doesn't even know the name of this guy but already drooling over, Lily would never
Andrew
Thank you!
GuyWhoReadsALot
Tacita was kind of off on her own, so maybe technically she didn't go there with Nat.
dwrex smile
Tftc. No hesitation, it's like that. Had to think who in the group was worth keeping around. Definitely not item guy. Nat would be fine taking the items off his corpse. Then I remembered tacita. Definitely friend enough. Plus shes kind of one of his disciples tutors.
Moonfrost
The last elf was first mentioned by Crayon, as someone who tried to yoink his eyes. Same goes for someone called the Magi, and the 3 of them are considered amongst the most knowledgeable in the whole universe.
TheOne320
For some reason I thought that Kyralon is the last elf. I remember someone mentioning the last elf before this quest but I do not remember in which context it was.
Oaktree
Nat: alright plan b beat the information out of him.
vEnviouz
TFTC!!!
Ansordia
... Nat might have considered it if he issued a system bargain that he needs to uphold... But killing Tacita is a no go... While Nat maaaaaaaybe be able to do it.. It would be on margin of not worth trying to.. Also Tacita is in friendish territory so he would never consider it.... Anyway I wonder what Nat will getout of the last elf and who will die... Obviously Nat is safe would be a weird place to kill him off... But basicly everyone else is fair game... Maybe Tacita is not YET as her "friendliness" has yet to reach "black character death" scale... So she should be safe... 🤷🏻 But who knows... Anything is possible with Cerim. I hope the last elf has insight into the systems creation or atleast myths of the first generation of system users.
Adrian Rake
Sweet 😉
Predyca
Thanks for the chappy
Peter Stawiarski
Emotional blackmail? Anyone?
Fdrugc
?
Fdrugc
Tftc
Nerø
TFTC!!
BlackRazaras
Thanks for the chapter
Venno
OooOooOO
