Chapter 34: A Rest Day
After the combat assessment the research team agreed that Titania should be given a few days rest in order to recover. Titania agreed with this as his whole body was sore and riddled with bruises that made any movement painful and uncomfortable. However the Facility also included that he would remain in his living quarter throughout the whole time, not being able to freely roam around the facility in order to monitor his healing progress.
While this did irritate Titania as he would be locked in his room for an unknown amount of days, probably until he was fully healed, he knew that being a research subject means that you are going to give up certain rights and freedoms.
However while he was locked up in his room he decided to explore what his class can do. He knew that he should have done so much earlier with the sudden whirlwind of events and tests that where happening he didn't have much time. Still, to himself that wasn't much of an excuse.
He shifted the furniture in the room to create as much space as he could. Soon he had a small area that was big enough for him to move around comfortably and without fear of hitting furniture. His worst fear was not banging his fist into the wall but rather stubbing his toe again the furniture.
It is enough to bring down even the most toughest of warriors.
From the system he learned that he gained three abilities to his surprise. Most people would be gifted one or two at the most while having to learn other abilities from people or books. He got three right off the bat.
From the three abilities he tried the first one that stood out to him.
[Class Ability: Spore Production]
[Description: Be able to create the spores of the Infection. Those who make contact with the spores start taking a small amount of damage. Can stack on top of each other. Can cause reactions when exposed to extreme temperatures.]
[Note: As the user levels up so does the effectiveness.]
When he read the ability his eyes open with shock. Now he was the ability to produce the infection straight from himself. This ability in itself had an infinite amount of uses regardless if it did damage to other people. He could create other people like him, other infected humans.
The thoughts of controlling an army filled his head. He saw himself destroying nations with the flick of his wrist, he himself the sole controller of an imperial army that can only grow in strength.
Well, a boy can dream.
Determine to use the ability he opened his palm and thought of how he could trigger the ability. When the game was developed, video games consoles were very advanced, being able to connect to the brain and take direct orders from the organ itself. This made controllers worthless, a mere relic of the past.
He mentally commanded Spore production to activate and stared expecting at his hand to produce a river of the sporous infection that courses through his veins
"Well that was unexpected," He muttered to himself. His nose started to build pressure and then he let out a sneeze.
Then a small cloud of spores surrounded his head leading him into a endless train of sneezing. By the time he got out of the cloud of spores, snot started running down his face and unto his lips. He felt like one of the snot nosed iPad kids that don't know how to clean themselves. He went to the bathroom to clean his face
From this he quickly found out that he could only breathe out the Spores from his mouth. He was a bit bummed out as he expected it from to be created from his hands, he thought it would look a lot cooler, but he was happy with what he got.
The cloud of spores then rested on the ground unto a pile. He touched it and rubbed it between his fingers. The spores acted like a powder, it was lightweight and could stay in the air for a long time before settling on the floor.
"At least I now know how to trigger it, but how do I use it?" He said to himself as he plays with the spores. It was like drawing in the snow.
From this he made a note that the spores didn't hurt him.
He thought for a while of what weapon would work well with him and the ability as he saw huge potential in it. In this world technology can only help someone so far before they have to depend on themselves.
A sword or lance wouldn't work at it would cause too much distance as the spores could only go so far forward. So he would have to remain in close contact with the enemy to maximize the damage of the spores. Ideas of a mace or dagger came to his mind, but still it didn't seem to settle right with him.
'There must be a weapon that works,' he thought to himself as he paced around the spacious area he created.
A gun could always work.
In thinking of what would work well with his ability he flung his head forward to stimulate an idea, which never came. He then saw a vent in the ceiling, humming quietly as it filled the room with temperature regulated sterile air, never causing the room to go either cold or warm.
"What if I just gather a lot of spores and push it into the ventilation system." He said out loud to himself as he stared at the vent fixture in the ceiling. Thoughts of flooding the vents with spores that would quickly suffocate and turned those that survive into infected like himself, granting him a small army from the start.
"I could remove the filter on mine to get as much spores into the air."
A quick way to get Exp too, might even raise his level to the next class advancement.
No there are more benefits in the long run of letting the entire facility live and continue their research. There is still much to learn about the Infection and how it works. And what comes after it.
He then turned his attention to the spores on the floor.
"Now how do I clean this?" he said as he stared at the pile of spores gathering on his floor. It was definitely health hazard. He tried to gather all of the spores into a tall mound all the while thinking of what would work well with the Spore Production ability.
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