Chapter 62: Hit The Road, Jack! : Hit Giving Up !
- I might just have… - Yrwin looked at his own feet, while in distress over the possibility.
- What is it? - As for Max, his interest was picked.
Yrwin inhaled deeply, and then let out a mouthful of bad breath.
- The regular dethronement main quests have a need to bring the old monarchs' head back to the capital, and then take the crown away from him, be him dead or alive…
The in-game description said so, but, since there was no permadeath (or such livid gore) in the regular game servers, that wouldn't usually happen.
Of course, this was in the old game world, were the user interface was still active.
- Give up, give up. That won't work. - Lillian answered in her customary little girl pose, while licking a lollipop.
- You… - Max, obviously, wasn't happy with how unserious she was being. But Yrwin then intervened. He had reasons to, after all.
- How come? As long as the NPCs' still follow the quest line, then…
- They won't. - This time, Raphael was the one who intervened - I have never seen monsters act like that. These variants were just too weird, besides… - he furrowed his brows - did you guys notice they always come in groups of three?
Until the moment, all the times they had been attacked were by groups of three variant monsters. Except for that, the rest was just like the game.
- So, we can't trust the NPCs' will follow the quest line, then?
- Exactly.
Yrwin and Lillian crossed looks.
- Besides, you're only a county-level politician, you don't have what is needed to pull this off.
- OH, FUCK OFF!
Yrwin was a little bit over the top to take this kind of joke halfheartedly, so he had no way out of It without snapping a bit.
- Can YOU do something better?! Do YOU have any better plans?!
Lillian looked a bit annoyed as well.
- You shouldn't shout at me. Stop it.
- OH, III SHOULDN'T SHOUT AT YOU, 'YOUR MAJESTY'? WHY DON'T YOU GO LICK THE EMPRESS BUTT THEN AND PRETEND NOTHING IS HAPPENING, OH GREAT FIRST DAUGHT…
- I SAID STOP IT! THAT IS ENOUGH!
Lillians' body was covered in multilayered auras of many colors. On her hand, a bomb-like ultra-premium item, the "Holly Hand Grenade", was ready to be released. Such bomb would automatically deal huge level-dependent increasing damage to anyone over level 10 in a five-kilometers radius. It was a special event play-item, but now it was probably one of the most fearsome ones in the entire world, give its power to give more damage to higher leveled players.
However, all the auras around her body were auras of self-control and self-protection. Yrwin finally noticed he had gone overboard and stopped escalating the conflict.
Still, that didn't mean he was satisfied. Or the others in the group.
- Did you seriously just produce a 'Holly Hand Grenade' over such a meaningless thing? - Max looked at Lillian with a face full of contempt.
- Tsc. It wouldn't kill any of you.
- With how weakened it would leave us, it may as well be better if it did. - Raphael commented. - We can't stay like this anymore. We have to get out of here and reach the island, otherwise…
- Otherwise we will end up killing each other instead! - Yrwin complemented.
A very awkward atmosphere permeated the whole group for a few moments, that is, until Max seemed suddenly enlightened.
- Say, that grenade… how many more do you have with you?
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