Instead of heading straight through the centre of the island to reach the southern part, where the smoke from the tavern rose up above the rooftops, Adam followed the edge of the island around the western side. Despite Shitbox telling him nothing about the area, he had a sneaking suspicion that there was sothing hidden away there.
Adam looked out over the edge of Interim Island as he walked, marvelling at how the clouds below seed to stretch on forever. The sun above was on its journey towards the horizon, and within a few hours it would be dark. He hadn’t seen any lamps around the dumpy-looking buildings, so he wondered if anyone would be able to see what they were doing once the sun was gone.
When he arrived at the western part of the island, he found a flower garden with a single square-ish dark-blue tent in the centre. It looked like sothing that might house a palm-reader or another type of carnival scam artist.
“What’s that?” he asked.
Shitbox did not respond.
That’s suspicious as hell. This thing usually never shuts up.
Adam went into the garden from the edge-facing side. The flowerbeds were placed in three layers like so kind of strange symbol, with parts of the ‘lines’ missing to allow people to actually walk through without trampling the flowers. The outermost layer was a square, the middle a ring, and the centre a triangle, within which the tent stood.
All the flowers were dahlias, painted in a seemingly-random array of colours.
Maybe this garden looks like sothing specific from the air? Adam wondered, wishing he had the ability to fly. Given that he’d just fought sentient sli, getting such a power didn’t seem all that far-fetched a prospect.
Inside the tent was just darkness. There wasn’t even a table or any chairs.
“Seriously, Shitbox, what’s this place for??”
The tesseract remained silent.
“Is it a ti-based thing perhaps?” he wondered out loud.
[It is recomnded that you also visit the Dinsional Tavern and the Player House.]
“You’re a little shit,” he said. “You know that, don’t you?”
After looking around so more and even managing to climb on top of the tent, which was surprisingly-sturdy, Adam left the area empty-handed. He had played enough gas in the past to know that the flower garden stank of secrets. Of course, it was possible that it was just empty because it would house so special kind of vendor after later stages.
Adam continued to the southern side while planning to revisit the suspicious tent after the sun had gone down. Aside from the unique areas like the garden and the market, the rest of Interim Island was filled with dumpy-but-quaint buildings that might resemble houses, if not for their lted-wax appearance and lack of proper doors and windows. It was all just very say, even the random plants and trees that sprouted here and there. It was as if so simple asset pack from a low-effort ga had been utilised to make the island’s unimportant areas less bland.
Could’ve saved the trouble and just squeezed the island down to a smaller size, making it less inefficient to travel between the areas that actually have stuff worth visiting.
After his eyes had started glazing over at the uniform scenery, he suddenly reached the source of the chimney smoke. The tavern was, unfortunately, remarkably similar to the other buildings, except it actually had a functional door, and it was both wider and taller than all the houses. It stood three stories tall and looked like a red-brown loaf of bread that hadn’t been fully baked, the roof lted into walls that flared outwards at the bottom, as though they couldn’t contain what was inside.
Maybe this is just how they think architecture is ant to look? he wondered.
[This is the Dinsional Tavern. Here you may freely order any food or beverage you desire. It is also possible to talk with other Players within and exchange information.]
Freely order any food?
I suppose I am pretty hungry.
Adam hadn’t had his breakfast before getting thrown into a fight for his life, so there was an insistent gnawing pain in his stomach.
He walked up the three steps to its front door. It too was strangely-organic in shape and had a knob handle that he pulled on to enter.
As soon as it opened, the amazing sll of freshly-baked bread, sizzling bacon, grilled at, beer, and spices flooded his nostrils, making his mouth water.
Adam hurried inside, only to find that the interior was nothing like what the outside would suggest. The floor was perfectly-flat light-brown wooden boards. The wooden walls too were straight and normal. There were two floors above, though these were just like theatre zzanines with a few secluded tables and chairs. Large rafters spanned the ceiling.
Imdiately in front of him were three long red-brown wooden tables that stretched from one end of the room to the other, with simple stools placed evenly along them. Despite what Shitbox had told him though, the place was empty save for another insect, who quickly approached him.
“Hello, Adam, my na is Charlie,” the red ant introduced herself in a deep and comforting voice. “Would you like sothing to eat?”
Adam looked around. “Where’s the kitchen?”
“You don’t need to worry about that. The food is very real, even if the kitchen isn’t.”
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “It won’t kill , right?”
“Of course not, silly,” she said and giggled in a way that sounded like bubbles in water. It made him smile a little, despite himself.
“What kind of food do you have?”
“Anything you’d like, I can make.”
“I’ll have to put that to a challenge I think,” he said. “I’ve got so pretty specific things I want.”
“Croissants from Jason’s Bakery?”
Adam’s eyes widened in awe. “You’ve got those!?”
“Of course, Adam. Please find a seat and I’ll bring them to you. Would you like anything else?”
His eyes glinted with sudden desire. “Black coffee with a splash of milk and two sugar cubes! Oh, and dinosaur nuggets! Plus a pineapple pizza!”
Charlie giggled again, before walking down the length of the tables and rounding a corner to where stairs seed to lead up to the floors above.
“Where are all the players?”
[The Dinsional Tavern is only active while you are seated.]
“Okay?”
Adam picked the nearest stool and sat down.
He wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
All around him, seated on the chairs along the three tables, were hundreds, if not thousands, of people with the appearance of see-through holograms. All of them were talking and eating, while constantly flickering in and out of existence, being replaced by new holograms seconds later, as though the tavern was trying to show him everyone that was actually seated within their own dinsion.
[A little under 600 million Players survived Stage One. Currently, 86 million Players are utilising the Dinsional Tavern.]
The noise from all the talking holograms was deafening, but Shitbox’s voice ca through clearly.
“How do I mute them!?”
Instantly the holograms fell silent.
“Thank you.”
[It is possible to state your intentions within the Dinsional Tavern to find others who may respond to your query. If a Player within this place fulfils the requirents, they will be able to hear your voice.]
“So I can filter through the noise to find my friends and family?”
[Possibly.]
“I’d like to see everyone who is related to .”
The holograms all flickered and disappeared.
“Okay, maybe they’re not dead but just in a different part of the island…” he tried to convince himself, as his heart rate began to run amok at the fact that the tavern was completely empty.
He scratched his stubble, as he tried to think of sothing to distract himself with.
“Ehh, show
the people who were in the bakery with
when the Trials began.”
Two figures appeared, the female clerk and the guy who’d been behind him in the queue. The guy was sobbing, while the woman was eating a burger with a distant look in her eyes.
That’s depressing…
“Show
everyone who has the sa relic as .”
The holograms flickered and the three tables filled up completely. So of the figures were eating, others were talking, but a lot either sat despondently staring into the air or were actively sobbing.
“More than I figured, to be honest.”
He’d thought that the rare quality ant not a lot of people would’ve gotten it, but when hundreds of millions of people were part of the equation, it ant that even a small percentage chance would lead to thousands.
Wait, it said about five-hundred million… Without accounting for the fact that children and elderly, as well as presumably physically-unfit people, were not included, that’s still billions of people that must’ve died!
Sweat started to form on the back of his neck at the thought.
One in sixteen people made it past stage one… Everyone else died or is in ‘holding’, whatever that ans.
This is an extinction-level event…
“Where are all these billions of people and their ‘temporary holding’?”
[Apologies for misleading you, that phrasing was incorrect. Every mber of your species not currently on Interim Island has been consud by the All-Seeing System to fuel the Trials of Defiance.]
Adam’s heart skipped a beat. “But… You said they were alive and that their lives depended on …”
[The truth would likely not have motivated you properly for the first Stage. Now that you have survived it, there is no further need to withhold the truth.]
“Fuck you!” he yelled, surprising a few of the holograms, before he got up and they disappeared. He imdiately pulled his sword and swung for the tesseract.
Predictably, it teleported out of the way, but he didn’t let up. While he was chasing after it, running across the tables, it stated, [You may save your family, your friends, and your species, if you complete the Trials of Defiance. That is why it has been nad this way. If you wish to defy the All-Seeing System and the extinction of your species, you must conquer its challenges.]
Adam stopped mid-swing, his chest heaving from exhaustion and his saliva tasting like acid.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he promised the box in a dangerous voice.
He sat back down and put his sword and shield next to him on another stool.
The seats around him filled up with holograms of people again.
“Show
all the players who have the blink ring and understand how it works.”
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The holograms flickered and were replaced with just a handful of people.
“I need soone to explain to
how the blink ring works.”
Almost every single person turned to look directly at him. There was a caral-tanned guy with tattoo sleeves and a buzz-cut, eating a lamb chop; an Asian woman with black shoulder-length silky hair, slurping up noodles from a cheap ran cup; two clean-shaven businessn still in their suits, one of which looked Scandinavian and the other perhaps British; and, lastly, a woman with her dark hair in a long ponytail who was drinking a pink milkshake.
“Do you have sothing to trade?” asked the guy with the buzz-cut in a Spanish accent.
“Trade?” Adam asked.
Disappointnt was obvious in their eyes and all but one flickered out and disappeared.
“Did you just get to the tavern?” asked the sole person remaining. It was the woman with the ponytail.
“Yeah, I spent so ti looking around the market and the garden,” he explained.
“Garden?”
“It’s on the western side, there’s an empty tent there that looks like it might hide secrets.”
“You shouldn’t give info away for free,” she warned him.
“Why?”
Her hologram flickered and he thought she’d taken the info and run off. Then she reappeared directly opposite him. She was wearing a tight-fitting light-grey blouse with long sleeves.
“In just the last few hours there’s been kind of a trading system set up,” she said, clearly not happy about it. “At first everyone shared what they knew freely, but then it was like the idea that information had value spread. So, now most people who care about surviving are using their knowledge as currency. The tavern’s design also seems to encourage this…”
Adam frowned. “Why wouldn’t people just help each other out? We’re all fighting for the sa thing.”
She nodded. “Why do you want to know about the blink ring?” she asked.
“I’m Adam,” he told her, reaching his hand across the table to her.
“We can’t actually touch each other,” she told him, giving him a suspicious look.
“I don’t care, just pretend to shake my hand at least.”
She reached across and feigned the motion with him. “I’m Willow.”
He finally noticed her accent. She was Australian.
“So?” she prompted.
“I’ve got the duellist’s glove,” he said.
“Don’t know what that is.”
“It allows
to charge an attack that pierces armour.”
Her eyes widened. “That’d pair well with the ring.”
“Exactly. I saw it in the market, but I have no idea how it works.”
Charlie the ant suddenly arrived with his food. Apparently Willow could see it all.
“You must be hungry. Those croissants look good though.”
“They’re from a place called Jason’s Bakery. You should be able to ask Charlie to bring you so.”
Willow turned away and started talking to soone Adam couldn’t see. He also couldn’t hear what she said.
Adam lifted a croissant in front of him and bit into it. It flaked and crunched slightly, filling his mouth with the buttery pastry and sending him back to a few days earlier, when he’d first tasted one of them at the office thanks to Sharon.
“Are you crying?” Willow suddenly asked.
“They’re happy tears,” he replied.
“That croissant must be really good.”
He nodded, taking another bite.
“Alright, so, the blink ring. It’s very weird and kind of dumb. I’ve got a bow, so it actually works with charged-up attacks, since pulling the string back is considered ‘charging’ it. I dunno if that’s intentional. Anyway, if you blink, the string imdiately fires and the arrow teleports into the target.”
Adam finished the last bite of the croissant, then wiped the flakes off his face. “That sounds powerful,” he replied.
“Sure, if you can hit anything with it. Kind of hard to aim when you have to blink both eyes to fire. Also, it triggers on all blinks, so you need to learn to control that impulse. I almost put a hole in my own foot because I didn’t realise it.”
“Does it make your arrows faster?”
“I don’t think so, since the impact and damage are the sa. It just seems to eliminate the travel ti. But it ans you won’t have to lead your shots as much, which is useful. Do you have a bow as well?”
Adam lifted up his sword and shield. “I picked Defender.”
“Safe choice,” Willow replied. “I think more than half of the survivors picked that.”
“Did you hear how many people survived the first stage?” he asked.
“Yeah… I think my brothers are all dead. No one shows up when I search for my family.”
Adam frowned. “ neither. Have you asked your Shitbox about the ‘temporary holding’?”
She nodded, a dark cloud falling over her expression. “I tried to kill it using my bow. I actually hit it, thanks to the blink ring, but my arrow just bounced off.”
Adam grinned from ear to ear. This was what he’d been hoping to learn. Since the tesseract could teleport, having sothing that made his attacks instantaneous might enable him to hit it. And if the armour-piercing quality of his glove was brought into the mix…
“Thank you, Willow. I’m gonna go get the ring.”
“You should practice with it in the player house. There’s a target dummy there. Also, if you kill your box, co back and let
know.”
He smiled. “Of course.”
With renewed vigour, Adam shovelled the dinosaur nuggets into his mouth and washed them down with the coffee, before folding up the pineapple pizza and eating it like a burrito.
“Uh, you didn’t cut the connection,” Willow said.
He looked up from his food and gave her a deer-in-the-headlights stare, and she burst out laughing.
“Bye Adam,” she said between laughs.
Then her hologram flickered and disappeared.
After emptying his coffee and gulping down the last bit of the pizza, Adam ran from the tavern to the market.
“I’ll buy the blink ring,” he told Lucca the spider.
After spending ti talking to another human, the creature seed even more horrific than before. He tried his best not to look at her black eyes.
“That will be three hundred points,” she said, sounding gleeful.
“How do I pay you?”
[Uttering your acceptance of the deal will suffice,] the cube announced.
“Deal,” he said.
Relic Purchased
Blink Ring (Uncommon)
15 Points Remaining
The ring appeared around his left index finger. It seed that the glove prevented him from wearing it on his right hand, which was peculiar. The blink ring was an iron-grey reflective band with a small engraving of a stylised eye, filled-in with black.
“Co back again when you have more points,” the spider told him.
Adam didn’t respond and just headed straight for the player house to the east. The sun had almost set and part of him wanted to see if his suspicion about the tent in the garden was real or not, but another part knew it wasn’t the most important thing right now.
If what Willow had said was true, he’d be able to land a hit on Shitbox by combining the effects of his new blink ring and the duellist’s glove.
I wonder what happens when I kill it?
If it is just one of countless ‘eyes’, then they’ll probably just send
a replacent. Or maybe they’ll execute
as a punishnt…
Fuck it. I’m going to do it, no matter what.
I refuse to play a part in this sadistic ga.
Whether it was due to ignorance or arrogance, the tesseract floated along after him with not a care in the world. It did not fear his conviction, because it believed itself impervious to damage. Of course, it had the power to traverse dinsions and teleport him anywhere it wished. From its perspective, he probably looked like a pathetic little insect tapping on the walls of the cage it was trapped in.
Adam knew he had to be far from the first person to sche to kill the box that represented the cruelty of the Trials, but he thought that he was possibly the only person who’d tried combining these two relics to accomplish it. After all, anyone who took this Trials seriously would invest their points in sothing better, like potions, rerolls, or more sensible relics like the healing apple.
What really made him certain that his theory was untested was the fact that, of all the people in the tavern with the blink ring, only a handful had apparently understood how to use it. It was almost certain that they’d gotten the relic from the boss reward, since it was unlikely to be sothing anyone would spend their points on at the market, aning none of them would have the points to buy the glove even if it did appear in the vendor’s selection. Of course, this all hinged on guesswork and the assumption that it wasn’t possible to obtain five hundred points from stage one, but nevertheless he felt certain.
The dumpy buildings parted to reveal a round patch of grass with a little house in the middle and a brown wooden fence around it. Within the fenced-off patch of grass was an apple tree, much like a smaller version of the one in the Magical Forest. Next to it hopped a small tennis-ball-sized sli. The house was pretty similar to the other dumpy buildings on the island, with a rounded straw-brown roof and white walls with black stripes that looked like lted wax. There were two windows and a brown door.
[This is the Player House. Within is a Relic Storage, Practice Dummy, and Rejuvenating Bed. Any Accolades you have earnt will also be displayed here. In the garden around the house will be friendly variants of the enemies you encounter in the Trials.]
“Accolades?” he asked.
[Feats of Mastery and Achievents will be awarded with a Trophy visible inside the Player House, alongside fitting prizes that will be a boon to your progress through the Trials of Defiance.]
“Like what? Can’t you give
an example?”
[You will have to earn an Accolade first for
to introduce the topic further.]
Adam frowned. “Whatever.”
He eyed the sli warily as he went through the fence gate and across the grass. After pulling the door open and entering, he found that the player house was much bigger on the inside, similar to the tavern. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of the sa light-brown wood and there were maybe a hundred square tres of space inside. Strangely, although there were windows visible on the fa??ade, none of the walls within had any.
The bed was a massive brick in the corner, next to a bunch of empty shelves, racks, and mannequins that seed able to wear any of the relics he wouldn’t use. There was also a large jacuzzi-sized bathtub that Shitbox hadn’t ntioned. Lastly, in the opposite corner from the bed stood a lone target dummy. It was basically just a man made of straw.
Adam walked over to it, drawing his blade from its scabbard.
[This is a Practice Dummy. It is currently in its default state. It is possible to change it into a facsimile of enemies you have already encountered. Its defences are a perfect replication of any enemy it imitates.]
“Can it be set to attack , in order to simulate an actual fight?”
[No. However, it can perform evasive movents to aid in practising ranged weapons and attacks. Would you like to set it to the evasive state?]
“No. This is fine.”
Adam walked close enough that he’d reach the dummy if he swung normally. Then he tightened his grip on his sword’s handle and triggered the duellist’s glove. He imdiately blinked without aning to.
When he opened his eyes, the bottom-half of the dummy was severed. It fell over backwards.
Before he could ask if it was self-repairing, it flickered like the holograms in the tavern and materialised back into its original shape.
Since the cooldown on his glove was a minute, he passed the waiting ti by trying to land hits on the dummy’s chest with his blade while his eyes were closed. It was a lot harder than he’d thought.
When the glove was ready again, he opened his eyes and gave it another shot, doing his best to delay his blinking until the perfect mont.
Blink.
The strike instantly finished its arc without any noticeable strain in his arm, nor any sound of the blade travelling through the air.
What a silly yet terrifying relic, he thought to himself, as he watched the dummy separate down the middle from his upwards slash. Two thuds ca in quick succession as the halves hit the floor.
[Impressive. Synergy between Relics is integral to conquering the Trials of Defiance.]
Adam ignored it.
Just wait until it’s your turn.
Adam kept on practising for what might’ve been an hour, trying out various types of charged attacks whenever the glove ca off cooldown. His aim wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough to bet on.
After going at it for that long, he knew exactly what kind of attack he’d use against the tesseract. Although it was riskier, since it’d be harder to hit, he was going to try a charged stab to nail it in its eye. He had no idea if the glove’s piercing effect would work on its entire fourth-dinsional body, and from his practice, he’d realised that stabbing beat out any other attack in terms of speed. It also had the least-telegraphed movent, in case the tesseract was able to predict his intent and teleport away before he could trigger the blink strike.
I kind of want to go to the tent in the flower garden first, just to satisfy my curiosity.
Adam shook his head. It didn’t matter.
“Shitbox, what can I expect from tomorrow’s stage?” he asked, trying to distract it.
He walked away from the practice dummy that he’d destroyed over fifty tis, lowering his sword as he neared the tesseract.
[It has been deed unfair to give such information away in advance.]
Adam closed his eyes for a full second before opening them. Then he started squeezing the handle of his sword.
“You can’t even give
the na of the stage?”
[No.]
Heat flushed up the back of his hand as the duellist’s glove began to activate and change colours.
“Why are the Trials so intent on ‘fairness’?” he asked, not really caring about the answer.
The tesseract floated at eye-level, only two tres away, and stared right into his face. Adam tensed his forearm, as he prepared for a lunging stab from below.
[The All-Seeing System deed that—]
Blink.
His view went dark for the second that he closed his eyes and when they opened again, his arm was stretched to its limit and holding the sword perfectly straight. At the end of the blade, the tesseract was impaled right through the eye. Perhaps due to its dinsional properties, the sword’s tip wasn’t poking out the back of its box-shaped body.
I did it!
[Urrr—] the tesseract groaned in a voice so deep that it made Adam’s breath catch in his lungs and caused his heart to trip over its own beat.
Then it exploded.
But it wasn’t like a regular explosion. No, it was an explosion that took place in a dinsion beyond the three that he could observe. His sword was flung away, embedding itself in the ceiling above. The air where the cube had hovered beca a jagged tear in the fabric of reality, while ripples from the shockwave travelled across his skin repeatedly, feeling as if they were moving in slow-motion. The sensation was bizarre, almost as if the explosion had frozen his whole body and stopped his heart.
Adam coughed and tasted copper.
He looked down from the rift in front of him and saw a large jagged shard of black glass poking out through the torso of his white shirt. Its reflective surface showed colours not seen inside the room, almost as if it was reflecting a beautiful galaxy beyond.
His legs gave out from under him and his head bounced once when it hit the floor.
Unable to move, he lay there, as a puddle of his blood ford around him.
The ground trembled, the air popped, and the fabric of his surroundings ca undone as though the strings of a sweater being forcefully unravelled.
Then darkness covered the world.
An eye opened in the dark and its pupil was the silhouette of a man. The man walked closer to where Adam floated in the nothingness. His hair was dishevelled and brown. The face had a chiselled chin, thick eyebrows, and amber eyes that reflected so unseen kaleidoscope of colours. The silhouette was clad in shadow from the neck down.
Perhaps he had been in the darkness for too long, because it took him a while to realise whose face he was looking at.
It was his face.
ADAM
With a gasp, Adam opened his eyes and saw moss spread out before him. There was the brown trunk of a tree further away, and birdsong filled his ears. Sothing black and tallic was unfolding itself nearby, but he was unable to focus on it.
What…?
A tinnitus whine in his ears grew to deafen the birdsong, while the pulse of his heartbeat throbbed in his temples, fingers, and toes.
Did I just…?
Adam tilted his head up and the movent made everything blur. Colours mixed together into incoherent noise. He felt bile rise in his throat, before dropping to his knees and emptying his stomach onto the ground.
He could taste croissant and coffee for a brief instant.
With the act of purging his guts, clarity returned to him.
I think I just died.
But, that dark thing imitating … Did it bring
back?
Have I returned to the beginning of the Trials?
[Failed to select a Class within 60 seconds. You have been defaulted to the Class ‘Fool’.]
“Huh?” he managed to blurt out, as a bracelet made of wooden balls on a string appeared around his right wrist. It seed there was so kind of small pebble inside each of the balls, since they clanked like crazy.
What the fuck is happening??
Class Selected
Bare-handed
Player Status
“Adam Fischer”
Fool
Level 0
Stats
Health — 50
Stamina — 200
Mana — 0
Damage — 200%
Defence — 50%
Speed — 200%
Luck — 25
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