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QUEST COMPLETE! Those Slithering Troublemakers
Reward: 18x Survival dallion
Zach's body went limp. He fell backwards, landed onto the sand, and just sort of stayed there for a while. Until today, he'd never even known this level of exhaustion was possible. It was the kind of tired that no stone or item could fix. It would take so much more than a stamina potion to patch him up, as it was a fatigue that transcended just physical aches. It was a ntal one as well. He was exhausted on every level, both conscious and subconscious.
But at least I did all three quests.
It was now 3:45 PM on his second day here on Albion-4, and he was sprawled out on the sand, face up, about two miles west of the village-outpost-whatever, killing various shit for these tiny little dallions just so he could buy a sandwich and a Coke. And it wasn't even that he wanted a Coke, but more so that he knew he needed the electrolytes. Also, Jimmy's boasting about it had admittedly gotten him a bit curious.
The quests themselves were simple enough. One was to kill a couple of Slithering Slickers, another was to find "ten" star-shaped rocks in the sand, and the third was to hunt a handful of Scorpox mobs. He'd paced himself carefully, ensuring he did not burn out all of his stamina. Each quest rewarded nothing but 18x Survival dallions, giving him 54 in total.
If nothing else, at least it looked like he'd be able to buy his Coke.
Worked my ass off for it, he thought.
His muscles ached. His whole body hurt. And yet, he began chuckling as he imagined Jimmy's surprise and delight upon coming through here—assuming he'd taken this route. One of the things Jimmy had seed to want the most since coming to Galterra, aside from booze, was a Coke. It had actually been one of the things that'd gotten him caught by Donovan. Zephyr had told Zach that Jimmy's behavior had been suspicious: that he'd been making references to things he shouldn't have known about, and "Coke" had been one example of such. And now, if Zach could just find so way of standing up, he'd get to see what all the fuss was about.
With a groan, he made a "yahh" sound as he lifted up into a sitting position. He reached his hands up to the sky as though imagining soone would pull on them and yank him to his feet so that he didn't have to do it himself. But no such force ca along to lift him, and so he had to feel the ache in his thighs and quadriceps as he barely managed to get into an upright position.
And yet, despite it all, he was actually kind of pleased, and for a very specific reason. It was because, without a doubt, he was finally taking the actions he needed to take to raise his stamina. Even before his nearly year off from adventuring, he'd beco sort of stagnant. No, it took this kind of back-breaking, all-day-long, world-endingly exhausting effort to raise one's level of stamina.
If Zach ever wanted to be able to enter Phase Level 2 or Phase Level 3 without dying, this was definitely the way to do it; of that, he had no doubt whatsoever. Days like today would mold him into a much stronger adventurer than the one he'd been when he'd jumped out of that space station—and even stronger than the one he'd been when he'd hopped out of the airplane and landed on the island in the sky. Yeah, this was what he needed.
But it wasn't going to be fun or easy—that was for sure.
Limping his way back to the little "grey" area where he'd gotten the quests, Zach opened his inventory and looked at his 54 Survival dallions. If he really wanted to, he could take one of them out, look at it, and hold it in his hands. They were actually kind of cool. Each one was a bronze, palm-sized piece of tal that had a picture of the sun emblazoned on it. Zach decided to take just one out from the stack and admire it as he took the short, two-mile hike back to the NPCs.
Once there, he stashed it in his QI and searched the area. Incredibly, the scorpions hadn't respawned. Zach had no idea what respawn tirs were like on Albion-4, but it'd been a number of hours since he'd turned up, and he hadn't had to deal with the 3 mobs yet. Hopefully, it would remain that way.
Heading over to the kiosk, Zach put his arms over the counter, opened up the shop window, and bought himself a ham sandwich and a Coke. This left him with 38 Survival dallions, and he only needed 20 to buy a "ticket" to what his intuition told him was going to be so kind of crazy contraption. After all, it was called a "body launcher." That strongly implied his body would be, well, "launched."
And yet, this did not bother or disturb him in the slightest. In fact, if it were only possible to do so, he'd very much prefer it if soone could just fling his ass from here all the way to the city. But from the looks of things, 400 miles was going to be all he got.
That's actually a lot, though.
One thing was for sure: he wasn't ready to leave just yet. He really, really needed to rest, eat, and drink.
The sandwich and the Coke appeared on top of the counter. It was a red-colored can with the words "Coca-Cola" written in white, stylish writing. The sandwich was wrapped in plastic and looked…edible. But he was so Gods-be-damned hungry it was going to taste better than it normally would have. Even the Coke would have the benefit of being used to quench the thirst of soone who'd been perpetually on death's doorstep for two consecutive days. So that was a pretty big handicap going into this.
Walking around to the other end of the kiosk, there was a spot of significant shade. He sat down such that his back was leaning against the rear of the kiosk for support. His muscles caused him pain with each movent. Once he was comfortable, he opened the Coke. A satisfying snap-hiss greeted him, and then he took a sip. Imdiately, he closed his eyes.
Wow.
Okay, yeah, it was really good. This was not how soda usually tasted in Galterra. Even Angelica's cherry cola, which he loved, tasted nothing like this. The flavor was both sweeter, yet more substantive and overall satisfying. He turned the can around and was surprised to see that Jimmy's Earth drinks had nutritional labels on them just like Galterran stuff did. Very similar ones, in fact. Peering closely, Zach squinted, unable to believe his eyes.
"What in the na of the Gods?" he blurted out. "65 grams of sugar?"
No wonder it tasted so good. What in the hell were Jimmy's people thinking? How was this stuff even legal? Who knew it was possible to fit that much sugar into a can this small? Oh well. Given how much he'd been exerting himself, it would work in his favor. But Gods, no wonder Jimmy kept complaining that the food in Galterra was nowhere near as good as what he was used to. Zach could drink like 5 colas in Galterra and still take in less sugar than this one can.
But he couldn't deny it was really, really good.
Zach ate and drank slowly, but even after finishing, he remained seated on the stone ground. He yawned, but he did not dare fall asleep, as he couldn't be certain those Scorpox things wouldn't spawn again in the middle of the village. Actually, it was probably ti he got going. Getting back to his feet, he winced in pain and then walked over to the front of the kiosk, where he bought a ticket for 20 Survival dallions. He still had 18 left. He wasn't sure if he should buy stuff now or save them in case this currency was accepted later at a location farther along the desert.
Of course, if it wasn't, they would end up wasted. Because if the dallions turned out to be unique to this one location only, there was no way in hell Zach was ever coming back here again.
Should I save them or spend them?
With the dallions he currently had, he could buy like two more bottles of water. Or another Coke and a sandwich. But…he didn't "desperately" need them right now, and perhaps it was best to conserve them. Thus, deciding to risk it, Zach saved his remaining 18 Survival dallions and closed the shop's window. The NPC then spoke to him.
"Head over to Matios the Engineer and hand him your ticket," the shopkeeper said. "And he'll get you on your way."
"Thanks," Zach said, though he spoke the word out of habit. These white-nad NPCs were as lifeless as a mob or a boss.
Turning his body around, Zach took a walk over to Matios the Engineer, who spoke to him as he drew near. "Hello, adventurer," he said. "Looking to make faster progress to the city? If you have a ticket, I can send you on your way."
Zach nodded. But then he paused. Sothing about all this seed kind of strange, and no, not the part about his body being thrown. That he believed. It was more the number of miles: 400. That was an extraordinary distance for sothing that was probably just like a human slingshot. How could that even work?
Well, I'm sure they figured all that out, he thought. And anything is better than walking it.
Zach opened his inventory, grabbed the ticket, which looked just like a raffle ticket, and handed it to Matios, who sheathed his hamr in his work belt, extended his hand, and took it. The ticket then vanished into thin air, and a mont later, a recognizable combination of "effects" surrounded Zach's body. First, there was a chilly white mist, and then there was a ring of fire.
It's that buff again, he thought.
The mont it beca active, the heat vanished, and a relief flooded him that was so intense it sent cascading waves of pleasure down his back. It was that exact sa buff from before: the one that gave him 90% to heat and cold resistance. It also ssed with his lungs, but at this point, he didn't mind it.
Suddenly, the sun didn't seem as bright, and the world didn't seem as hot. He was in a perfect state of comfort. If only he had access to a buff like this whenever he wanted, he could run his way to the city. Forget the mount. He could just run there. Seriously, to hell with worrying about water or food. If Zach could only keep this buff on him, he'd burn forward at 150mph over the sand and stop every so often to rest. Really, the temperature was the only thing that was making this so hard for him.
"Thanks for that," he said, despite knowing the NPC couldn't understand him.
"I suggest you take a very deep breath, adventurer," he said as the garage door to the wide shed began sliding open.
Uh oh. What's about to happen?
Zach stepped inside, where there was so kind of round, depressed contraption that looked held back by a series of titanium springs. He really didn't like the look of this. But there was no going back now. He stood on the platform.
"Enjoy your trip, adventurer. Oh, and rember, electric swords do heat-based damage in addition to electric."
"Wait, wait? The fuck is that supposed to an?" Zach asked as the sound of an engine started up. "No, seriously, what does that an? Matios! Answer ! Peh."
The sound ramped up even louder. At first, it reminded him of those teleporters he'd used along the way here, only this sound was much deeper, ca with a vibration, and was significantly louder, to the extent it began to hurt his ears as it just kept ramping up. And yet, just when it sounded like it had reached the peak of its volu, it escalated suddenly to where it beca an absolute shrieking, screeching, torturously loud wail.
And then there was a boom, and Zach was hurtled upwards with such magnificent, but unexpected speed, that his entire body went on fire, and in less than a half a second, a cone surrounded him, indicating he'd broken the sound barrier.
Gods! Didn't expect that!
He felt sothing beneath him. Sothing beneath his feet. And now, he realized he was still standing on the platform. It'd co along with him as though it'd broken off. Was that supposed to happen?
This isn't going how I thought it would…
Higher and higher he ascended, the world below becoming tiny until, eventually, he could no longer distinctly make out the little village outpost he'd launched from despite it being directly beneath him. Now, all he saw were rolling hills made of pure sand broken apart by the occasional stretch of rocky, but still sandy, terrain.
Soon, he reached what he typically considered to be "airplane height," but still, he kept going. By this point, he'd managed to take one of those super-lungful breaths of air, and as the wind lessened and began to thin out, he held it as best he could; strangely, he was a bit more nervous going up than he'd been going down. Mostly because he had no idea what was happening or why.
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Below him, he could now see the endless stretches of sand, and from such a massive altitude, it really let him appreciate just how much farther he needed to go, as even at airplane height, he could not see the city—at all. Not even a hint of it. Just a waypoint that indicated he had 4,902 miles to go, his diversion having actually lost him mileage.
And for so reason, he wasn't getting any closer at all. Actually, co to think of it, he'd moved two miles farther away since he'd been launched.
Did I misunderstand what I was actually buying a ticket for?
He opened his map. It was now 4:06 PM, and the temperature this high up happened to be a cool -5 degrees. But it was about to get a lot colder. His speed, at last, began to lessen, decreasing slowly at first before slowing much more quickly. He was almost at the point where he'd level out and begin to fall.
And then that sound of an engine started up.
"VrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR."
Here we go again!
Louder, louder, and louder—and then boom!
Now, Zach was blasted up at twice the speed of his previous ascent, and this ti, he didn't even see the cone that he usually associated with breaking the sound barrier, but he must've done so, because he was now moving up just as fast as he'd been moving down during his initial jump yesterday morning. He was also no longer standing on the platform thing. It'd been separated. In fact, if he looked down, he could just barely see it falling back to Albion-4 as he continued to rise.
Another two miles were lost, as his map indicated he was 4,904 miles from the city—which, co to think of it, he could now just barely see. And the fact he could see it—as well as so slight curvature of the planet—ant that he must've been really, really high up. Turning his head to the sky, which had beco a very dark blue, he watched as it slowly beca black.
Oh, Gods, it threw up into space!
And that wasn't all. There was sothing approaching up ahead. Sothing huge. It was like a gigantic structure in the sky. Was that…was that another space station? Could it even be? As Zach rose higher and higher into the air—and then space—he realized there was a small hatch that was beginning to open as though tid with his approach. Like it was letting him inside.
Just where in the hell had he brought himself? What was he even doing here?
Please tell I'm not about to enter a space dungeon, Zach thought. Surely there's no such thing as a space dungeon. There can't be. There can't possibly be a fucking space dungeon!
And yet, even as he found himself sucked inside of a hatch and then blasted halfway up towards a tal ceiling nearly two hundred feet tall relative to the flooring, he was already panicking, as he could see what was waiting for him when he landed in a few seconds from now.
Wait, are those…?
At once, his panic faded, leaving him almost as quickly as it had arrived, and with it, a burst of energy and vigor filled him from head to toe. And it was for the exact sa reason: because he could see what waited for him when he landed!
Opening his inventory and box 1 despite being midair, he rushed to swap out his mage armor for his legendary plate set while also grabbing his Primordial Void Blade, which he chose to wield with both hands. He barely managed to get everything in place as his body leveled off and he started to fall.
Oh, he needed this. After two days in that desert hellhole. Gods, he needed this so bad!
As he both fell and the hatch beneath him closed, he raised his sword high above his head, gripped it with both hands, and then slamd it down with all his might on top of a green, slimy, humanoid-looking creature called a Gruthdark Swordsman A, dealing 422,122 damage and causing its entire body to spin around from the force of the impact as Zach's boots clicked against the station floor.
"Intruder!" a voice called as red lights began to flash and a warning siren went off. "Adventurer intrusion!"
The place went dark, then bright, dark, then bright, and all the while, a red strobe light flickered on and off as a siren played and a voice announced the presence of an intruder. Zach, who was now standing on the sealed hatch, glanced around, craning his neck to observe the threats.
The room he was in was wide, spherical, and provided plenty of room for him to dance around in. There were also large viewing ports everywhere that displayed a scenic view of the planet below. But more importantly, all around him were eight creatures that did not look like anything from Galterra. They were tall, about six feet in height, and they were wearing weird, tal, futuristic-looking armor. They had longswords that sparked and shot electricity, and their faces consisted of big, bulbous eyes with noses that looked like the tusks of an elephant. They also wore helts with thick visors. The one Zach had struck was bleeding a green ooze from the front of his face, its own visor cracked.
He—or it—along with all seven others, were charging Zach's position.
It was eight against one. It was overwhelming odds. But none of that mattered. In fact, Zach even laughed. Because right now, he was no longer standing on the surface of Albion-4. He was no longer suffering through a heat so unbearable he couldn't even think straight. No, he was in so kind of space-station dungeon that was a comfortable room temperature, and he was fighting against swordsn.
It could've been anything in the world. It could've been mages. It could've been giant bats that shot lasers out of their eyes. It could've even been ghosts, as such mobs actually did exist. But no. No, these poor, unfortunate mobs, which had probably been standing here for thousands of years waiting for an adventurer to challenge, had just chosen to co at Zachys Calador with swords.
What a mistake.
Zach had been badly constrained these past two days to the point that he could barely walk. Now, he was ready to fly. And so, it was with joy, not fear, that he exploded forward and t these creatures head-on, beginning with the one he'd already wounded.
HP
927,878/1,350,000
Na
Gruthdark Swordsman A
Level
79
This tusk-faced, green, vaguely human-like creature swung its sharp, sparking longsword, but Zach simply parried the weapon, causing a loud clang to fill this welcoming hall, even as the other seven converged upon him.
Zach whipped his blade across and through the mob's gut, half-slicing it open and dealing 255,211 damage. Green goo, along with various ovoid structures, began to fall out of its belly as Zach delivered another four quick slashes, carving it up so fast that he killed it before its allies even had the chance to make it to him. On the fourth cut, the mob turned into a beam of light, which fired upwards until vanishing sowhere near the ceiling.
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"Intruder!" they shouted.
Zach was surrounded. There were seven of them. Very bad odds for these poor creatures.
Two to his left and two to his right struck out at once. Rather than defend with his blade, Zach activated Steel Guard II, which, for the next 9 seconds, increased his armor by 150 and gave him 50% to magic resistance. All four swords then crashed into him, and all four were repelled without even cracking his armor. Zach, lifting his sword, began making wide, angular slices, hitting multiple enemies with each strike, sotis as many as four with one cut. Damage numbers began to pop up, but he ignored them. Thanks to the Equalize 40 on his Primordial Void Blade, he was striking them for far, far more damage than he would've been doing to these mobs otherwise.
For nine seconds, he focused only on offense, trusting in Steel Guard II to take care of him. And it did. And by the ti the buff wore off, he'd managed to finish off another three of these strange space creatures, causing three beams of light to ascend and vanish.
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The other four began to spread out as if to give themselves more room to work. The one behind him and the one to his right tried their luck next, with the rear one making a stabbing thrust and the one to his right a downward slash. Zach spun his body right while lifting his own blade, thus evading the thrust while knocking away the sword coming down at him. Then he spun back around, removed his left hand from his blade, and ramd his elbow into the mob's face, dealing 19,222 and leaving a crack in the visor. Returning his hand to his sword, he swung his blade three tis, and parried three sword strikes. Afterwards, he jumped into the air, propelled himself forward, and landed all the way across the room, where he turned around, lifted his blade, and shouted out, "Wave Slash!"
Then he watched with a grin as the tallic disc burned its way across this spherical area in the space station, striking three of the four creatures. Two lost a leg and collapsed, and one lost an arm. Green ooze was spraying everywhere. Only one of them was left fully intact, and that one was charging at Zach with its sword held high, electricity shooting out of the blade's tip.
Zach activated Halting Strike, causing reddish electricity to spread throughout his own blade. He then clashed swords with this lead attacker, and as expected, it resulted in a stun, albeit a short one. But the 0.5-second stun was more than enough for Zach to disembowel and behead it in five back-to-back, ruthless slashes, the first of which cracked the visor, and each subsequent one hacked away a little more of it.
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The remaining three, which were missing one limb or another, stood little chance. Zach had to stifle a yawn as he dealt with them. The dimly lit space station now flashed several tis as more mobs died, each one punctuated by a rising then vanishing beam of light.
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Shaking off the green goo that coated his blade, he sheathed the sword in the scabbard on his back, and then he smiled. "Damn, I missed that."
The sirens and alarms, however, were still going off. Zach took stock of his surroundings. It didn't seem like this weird station had a whole lot to it. There seed to be one path that continued perfectly straight through a wide, spacious hallway, and then it ended in a sealed, pressurized door: likely the exit.
I'll probably get that buff again when I get there.
Zach's armor clinked as he marched forward. To his right and left, two more of the creatures erged from hidden crooks in the curved interior walls, and each charged at him as he stepped into their aggro range. Zach, reaching behind himself, once more drew his blade, and then he quickly deflected the electric sword from the right while delivering a front kick into the chest of the creature on the left before that one could even swing its weapon. While the left one stumbled backward, Zach thrust his blade forward, managing to pierce it all the way through the stomach of the one on his right, dealing 321,222.
But he didn't stop there.
With both hands gripping his weapon, and with his sword still fully run through the creature's stomach, he lifted both his arms and dragged his blade upwards, which caused the mob to lift up off its feet along with it; then, with a grunt, Zach spun his body forcefully to the left while throwing his arms out forward, causing the creature to be flicked off the blade and thrown into its own ally, both of them going down as the first crashed into the second. Both then attempted to climb back up to their feet.
Zach darted over to them before they could get up. He then aid precise, quick strikes at each of their throats. Green, bloody goop decorated the walls as Zach hacked them to pieces.
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"I'm the king of everywhere that's room temperature!" he shouted as he chambered his knee and then blasted his foot forward, confidently push-kicking his boot into the chest of another one rushing towards him, putting it off balance. This was followed up with two back-and-forth, horizontal slashes, which not only cracked through its visor, but took half its head off.
"Ghhhtrudghhter," it gargled.
Another two strikes were all it took for Zach to behead that one, as well.
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As he made his way down this hallway, there were a few more attackers. One to his left, and one to his right. Their blades sparked as they threw themselves at him, and Zach decided to deal with the one on the right first, as that one was leading.
Zach raised his weapon high and defensively and waited for it to arrive. He studied its movents carefully: specifically, its footwork. Then, when it was just about upon him, Zach sheathed his blade, knelt all the way down into a squat, and then used his arms and his back to flip the creature over his body. It went flying off behind him and crashed into a wall before bouncing off it and falling onto its side.
As that one was still in the process of getting back up, Zach jumped to his own feet, drew his sword, and blocked two strikes, both of which created sparks, which were difficult to see amid the other types of sparks coming from his attacker's electric blade.
The two clashed, and their weapons struck one another a couple of tis in fast succession, but Zach quickly found his way around the mob's defense, and then he unleashed a five-hit combination that sliced off a hand and a leg and nearly killed the creature; this, as the one he'd flipped was now back on its feet with its weapon at the ready, making its way towards Zach.
HP
15,000/1,350,000
Na
Gruthdark Swordsman B
Level
79
Zach stayed right where he was, not bothering to move so much as an inch. He even kept his back turned towards the mob. Sure, he saw the blade in his peripheral vision, and yes, he watched as it ca closer and closer as the mob swung it down on him. But he knew it would never reach him. And why?
Because Gruthdark Swordsman B, now just called "Gruthdark Swordsman," had already been turned into his card, re-summoned, and called to battle, and therefore, Zach did not need to move. He simply needed to allow his new, green-skinned ally to step forward, put himself behind Zach, and raise his electric blade to guard for him; a buzz-zap followed by a clack filled the air as their two blades sparked even more violently as they clashed.
"You handle that one," Zach said as he raised his blade to deal with another two farther down the hall.
And these two, he also chose to spare, as well as the one battling his current card.
So now, with four fresh, tusk-faced, and green-skinned swordsn recruits flanking him, two to each side, he marched the rest of the way down the hall. And it was there he saw the last remaining obstacle in his way.
The boss.
It was taller than the others, reaching nearly seven feet in height, and its armor was black. It also had spiked armor on its shields, and its helt had razor-sharp antennae jutting out of the top on opposite sides. Its sword was also a little bit heavier, and the electric glow of it was a bit brighter. But, other than that, it was mostly identical to the ones Zach had either slaughtered or captured.
HP
7,115,000/7,115,000
Na
(T3) Gruthdark Captain
Level
80
With just one look at the boss, Zach knew there was no way he was leaving this place without making it his servant; no, he was definitely taking this one alive, and not just because it couldn't drop anything—assuming this space station followed the sa rules as the desert—but because it looked cool, which was the most important thing of all. Also, it would be his bodyguard as he journeyed through the desert.
He didn't care if he lost the four cards he'd just captured, either. As long as he made it back to the surface with this one, this entire excursion would be worth it.
From what he'd encountered so far, he estimated that this thing would be just strong enough to survive all the bullshit that Zach had needed to endure. Yeah, it was perfect. He highly doubted a tiny little snake pellet would be able to kill this thing.
"You have so nerve breaking into my station!" the Gruthdark Captain roared at him once he'd stepped into aggro range.
"Break in?" Zach asked, playing along. "I paid 20 Survival dallions to co here."
"Now you will die!"
It charged at him.
And Zach got so really good exercise. The kind where he didn't think his entire body would collapse at any mont.
The mob hit hard: really hard. And it could even guard, defend, and parry. But it wasn't anything overly special, though it did have pretty good defense. Zach was only able to hit it for around 90-110k damage a swing, but he could basically hit it as many tis as he wanted and as fast as he wanted once he'd figured out its movent and its patterns.
At one point, Zach was hitting the boss so fast and from so many different angles that there had been a steady, constant pinging sound as pieces of its armor were thrown everywhere and bouncing constantly off the walls.
It tried its best to land a clean hit on Zach, but Zach had battled far too many sword-bearing entities to allow it to slip his guard.
And so, ten minutes and four dead cards later, Zach stood near the exit hatch, beaming at the cool artwork on his Gruthdark Captain. The mob was striking a pose with its electrical sword raised in both hands, its knees bent. Opening his inventory, Zach put it in a QI slot and then shut it.
Then he continued on, moving into the pressurized chamber, where the buff reactivated, providing him with 90% resistance to heat and cold along with vastly increased lung capacity. Yet, even as the buff beca active, Zach wondered if maybe he'd made a mistake. Perhaps he should've just stayed here in the space station and spent the night. Even with the constant flashing lights and warning sounds, he could've slept so much easier and been so much more comfortable. He knew damn well what was waiting for him down on Albion-4, and he was in no rush to get more of it.
Maybe I can live out my life here, fighting these sa green things every day until I die of old age.
Zach grinned. Kal would be so mad at him if he did that.
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