Chương 106: Poof, goes the city. What?
Snow kept on walking, allowing the Players to make their own little group. Snow, Rye, and Ryan stuck together, pushing towards the front. She stopped at the number 00 Captain quarter, pushing it open.
Four large beds welcomed her on the left, divided by a wooden door that opened to the living room. She walked in, throwing off her shoes. She headed straight towards the living room, where she saw large windows taking up the majority of the walls. She could see the other side of the river as the dark forest rustled with the wind.
It was quite extraordinary to see such a big ship, especially ones with such a luxurious cabin. Either way, she was grateful for the bed and the bathroom. She didn't like squatting outside in the bushes to pee. It was quite uncomfortable.
Taking the closest bed to the window, she unraveled her armor and placed it on her bed. The other two took their own bed and made themselves comfortable, unwinding as well.
Snow took this chance to have a quick shower, cleaning away the gunk that was present in her hair and body. When she stepped out, she felt refreshed. How she dearly missed it even if a couple days had passed.
Rye was lying down on his bed, sleeping. While Ryan was going through his armor and sword, cleaning it with a rag. They looked up when they saw her come out dressed in leggings and a black t-shirt. Her hair was wrapped tightly around in the towel.
"Are you finished?" Ryan asked as he got up to go use the bathroom.
"All yours." Snow went over, taking a seat on her bed.
"Thanks."
The bathroom door clicked close, leaving her with Rye. Snow took out a rag, bottles of water, and polish as well. She took her laid out armor and brought it over towards the table, and she began to meticulously clean it.
She focused her mind and meticulously cleaned out the messes that were left behind from fighting and walking through the dirty circus. Quickly wiping down the extra dirt and polishing it, she promptly summoned up magic around her armor and enchanting it. With that chore over and done with, she got up to head straight to bed.
"You know, wearing white is pointless," Rye spoke with his eyes half-closed. His arm was used as a pillow as he was pretending to sleep.
"I like it," Snow refuted. "Falcon made it for me."
"You mean that half dwarf?"
"Half-dwarf?" Snow didn't remember him being a half-dwarf. He was the size of an adult human, and to find out that he was part of a different race that was considered to be famous for their blacksmithing skills was unexpected. It wasn't often that the dwarves would go back to more traditional weapons as their weapons weren't in use anymore, until now. Even if there were people still buying their weapons and armor, it wasn't often. But now everything made sense.
Most of the technological advances on weapons were made from machines, quickly reproduced to be outfitted to the Players for mass production. They were cheap and sharp, even if they weren't the best. Plus, handmade weapons and armor wasn't something that could be completed quickly compared to the commercially mass-produced weapons.
"You didn't know?" Rye peeked with one eye at her, barely even moving.
"No. I just thought Falcon was a very skilled human."
"Half dwarves take the size of their human parents, so, understandably, you would assume he was a human in the first place."
"Though how do you know about him?"
"Old friends."
Snow was interested that both Rye and Falcon knew each other. Mostly because she knew that Vampires rarely made friends, mainly because of their long lives. There weren't many who could contend with their everlasting life, and the ones that do would call them an abomination of a creature born from the festering darkness. Such dramatic words were notoriously used for the vampire race, and even their own kind would spout such nonsense.
Most people lapped it up, keeping their family hidden in secrecy with the rumors that they had spread among themselves. How did Snow know? The Dragon Express had an extensive amount of database on all creatures of myths and legends.
"We used to go out on adventures together."
"I thought you guys don't even like going out," she said with wonderment. Vampires on adventures? Not going to lie, their pale skin that looked a bit sickly, and their over-exaggerated unearthly beauty would attract attention all around him. Even walking next to a scruffy half-dwarf made their contrasting appearance light and day.
"We don't lie in our coffins for hours on end and drink virgin bleeds every day, you know." Rye pushed himself upon his bed. "Though virgins' blood is delicious." His lips opened up as he smirked, showing off his fangs.
Snow halted for a moment, she took a good look at his smug smile that was goading her. She didn't take the bait, putting her items away.
"You must have quite an adventure."
"We did. Slay some demons here and there, raid mafia's headquarters, and ah…" With a delighted voice, Rye grinned. "Demolish cities."
"Wait, cities?" Her mind raced with past news that she could think of that caused such devastation. Bits of pieces of destroyed villages, but cities were a different thing. It would have been headline news and even become something even the Sleepers would have known. Such an incident couldn't be easily covered up.
"Yes. The local Sleepers went to war not even three years ago. They were fighting over the ocean water rights near the sleeping island. Each of those islands housed over a million people. I just snuffed out a few unnecessary beings." Rye shrugged his shoulders. It was as if it was the most normal thing to do.
Snow gaped at Rye. Rye just committed a genocide of the island people, both awakened and Sleepers both. She had remembered such an incident as it became the number one news in the magical community. The cause for such destruction was over rivalry, but one night, all humans were silenced, leaving no trace behind.
The mystery of such chaos was hotly debated, saying that it was some kind of unknown force of magical consensus or a large-scale magical bomb. But that wasn't the case at all. There was no such thing as a magical bomb that only took place in the bodies of the deceased.
"Why would you do such a thing?" said Snow. "Weren't you afraid to be found out for killing millions?"
"No." Rye leaned forward, his hand crossing on his lap. "There are things in this world, Snow, that you wouldn't understand. Plus, I said I snuffed out a few unnecessary beings. Their existence is trivial, but the eradication of the whole city population is something I can do, but didn't."
"Then who did?"
"That is the wrong question."
"I do not understand what you mean."
"The better question you should be asking is why."
"But wouldn't the answer be shown if one knows who did it?"
"Yes, but their motives are not always apparent. So far, I have found traces of considerable magical energies that have appeared inside the dead zones of these cities. Recently, I have been feeling the same thing in this city as well."
Alarmed by what Rye had said, Snow's mind started to race with questions. Did this mean that there was a dungeon in the city in the past?
The only clue she had was the man named Levian. His sudden appearance in the dungeon and the odd sacrifices he had done inside it caused many deaths. Their death led to the expansion of the dungeon itself, bringing stronger monsters that she had never seen in her life.
Players and Natives alike had died in trying to conquer the dungeon, but without the Player's forces and the large number of Natives helping each other out, the dungeon wouldn't have fallen. Even Snow had died once, which she wasn't sure how to feel about it.
"Was Levian there?" Snow asked.
"How do you know that name?" Rye gave her a severe look. "Do you know him?"
"I wouldn't say I know him, but I had a brief encounter with him." Snow would have dearly would have loved to say, he's on her watch list, but she didn't. She wasn't in the mood to be the one being bombarded with answering questions, she was the one who wanted to know more about what had happened. From the way that Rye seemed to act, he knew something that she didn't.
"It's not like we got to know each other."
"I suggest you stay away from him."
"I, for sure, know that. He was the leading cause of creating the dungeon to expand in the last one I was trapped in."
Rye was startled by her statement. "He was there too?" He mumbled a few words underneath his breath, which only Snow caught a few words that didn't make any sense.
She was about to ask for more, when Angie barged in, opening the door with a bit of force. The door hit the side as a loud, ringing sound that echoed down the hallway. She excitedly waltzed in as if it was her home.
"Master!" Angie ran over, jumping up in the air to tackle her.
Snow moved out of the way as Angie fell face first onto her bed.
"Master, why did you dodge?" Angie got up, rubbing her nose a few times. "I was just showing you my affections."
"I'll pass," Snow bluntly replied back. The thought of getting squished by Angie by the way she ran to her wasn't something she wanted to get caught up in.
"But, I was looking all over for you." Angie sounded defeated, giving her puppy dog eyes.
"You'll live." Snow tried her best to push aside her second attack that was attempting to tug at her heart. She didn't let it.
"But I am your student. I came here to learn how to resurrect people." Angie pouted, she crossed her arms. Even her lips slightly puckered.
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