I swear to whatever god still logged into this forsaken ga to see one of his or her creation squirming right now... Please have rcy on , for I have sinned, for I have let my entire nervous system collapsed like a poorly constructed Jenga tower, like after the CIA planted demolition explosives on those towers, the mont I feel a woman’s touch on my shoulder.
My brain cells turned to half-cooked noodles and started bouncing around inside my skull. The Titan of Ashen Bark lood above us, glowing red veins pulsing, bark cracking, do shimring like molten glass, but all I could think about was how a woman was touching .
And not just any woman. Olga.
I an, I wasn’t 100% sure yet, but the second those fingers clamped down, I could sll steel, pine sap, and sothing else tallic, and my instinct knew it was.
Do you know how hot Russian mommies are? My reactions are totally justified.
If there was anything on my system, it would be...
[Debuff acquired: Woman’s Touch]
-50% Strength
-200% Composure
-∞% Coherent Thought
70% Libido
I wanted to fight. I wanted to be cool. But inside, I was a worm in a puddle, wriggling, squealing, trying to hide from a raindrop.
She’s holding down, she’s going to fuck up. What do I do. Don’t look weird, don’t bend your knees. Oh god, what if she can feel my shoulder sweating.
Wait can avatars even sweat? SHUT UP, BRAIN.
"Listen."
Her voice cut through my spirals like an axe splitting wood. Low, rough, thick with that Russian drawl that could make the word ’potato’ sound like a war cry.
Just because I’m afraid that she might recognize as CJS69 and kill , does not an I’m not going to enjoy the pain before ultimately just win and kill her instead... But the thrill of being dominated would get just enough high.
She leaned closer, her grip tightening just enough to make feel about three inches tall.
"I’m with a guild, I think you’ve heard of us before, we’re the New Destiny. We’ve been in all three phases of this raid, which ans we’ve contributed a lot of damage, and will not be leaving empty-handed. A lot of loot will co to our hands."
Loot... Guild... Raid, okay, actual words I recognized. My lips opened, ready to reply, but then I thought about it for a second.
New Destiny... Never heard of that.
I know that Destiny would be the #1 All-Ti guild in the PC version, followed by Omnitetris at #2, and Lion’s Parade at #3...
New Destiny, probably rebranded after switching platform?
"Hi I’m... Uh, I’m... You can call C."
I wasn’t about to give up my na yet.
"Hello C, do you want to join us?" Olga continued, completely unfazed. "I know a strong player when I see one... You’re wasting your talent out here, if you promise to stay and participate with us for a one week trial, help us clear so dungeons and whatnot, you’ll get a share of the raid’s loot. Though, note that we’re sharing it among the entire guild, so I can’t promise a lot."
Then, just as casually, she lifted her hand and my shoulder felt light, empty, bereft. I sucked in a greedy gulp of air like I’d been drowning under her palm.
But before I could force any syllables out, she was already stomping away, her greatsword dragging behind her, screeching against the do floor.
"HEY! GREENHEART! GET YOUR ASS MOVING!"
I blinked, turned... And nearly swallowed my tongue.
Because there was a man approaching where Olga and I were standing.
Decked in shimring arcane robes, staff glowing with pure energy, a mage with high-level gears that I almost recognize to be around level 25-35 stuff.
He raised his weapon, a ray of light began to build, it coiled, twisted and burned up... Before firing a jagged dart of violet straight into the Titan’s body.
"Shield Breaker." He chanted as a mage.
And I saw it.
The shield was dropped in half. From around 30000 left (from 40000 but was cut down) to just 15000
My jaw dropped.
Shield Breaker? That’s... My mind scrambled numbers, trying to rember.
That’s a level 40 spellbook, which ans only a level 40 player could use it... It was a rare spawn, too. With very low drop rate from a level 30 dungeon, and they just... they just have it? How many tis have they run by that dungeon? I couldn’t see myself grinding for sothing like this, it’s a good spell, sure, but does it worth that much attention?
"Your guild is stacked," I muttered, basically gawking.
Olga glanced back at , smirk sharp as a blade.
"The offer stands until this bastard dies, make up your mind quick."
Then she was gone again, hollering, leading the charge.
Her guild moved with her like a single organism, blades flashing, spells detonating, feet pounding in rhythm. The Titan staggered as cracks webbed through its do, bark splintering.
And ? I paused for what felt like a minute straight, then I laughed
I laughed, I laughed and laughed... Half hysteria, half adrenaline
My sword ca alive in my hands, sparks flew as I swung into the do, cracks spiderwebbing wider.
"HAHAHAHAHA! FINE! I’M IN!" I scread, drunk on the madness of it all.
Every strike rang in my bones, every fissure in the do made my grin wider.
I know just what to do with this guild... I’m sorry Olga, but you shouldn’t have trusted .
The next week will be fun.
My shoulders shook with excitent, my chest rattled with manic joy. I felt unstoppable, untouchable, like I could split the whole damn forest with my laughter alone.
"NOW LET’S KILL THIS BASTARD!" I roared.
Olga laughed...
Loud, guttural, raw, she swung her greatsword, bark shattering in an explosion of splinters.
"That’s my line, C you bastard," she growled, voice thick with glee. "We’re going to get along just fine."
The do wailed, fractures spreading wide.
The Titan shrieked, the sound tearing through the air, but all I could hear was her laughter beside mine.
The do was broken, and the fight was just about to begin.
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