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15. Bug Fight

"Shit!” Rowan slashed at the millipede with his rake. The millipede darted its head back, dodging the blow. He leaped the bug’s body and chased after Kaidu, flipflops slapping over the leaves and roots.

The millipede surged after him, thousands of tiny legs churning the leaves. It lunge...

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14. Fire Ants

He glanced up. “So... Jude isn't coming?”

“By now, almost certainly not. The first floor drops people at random locations. After this long without seeing him, he probably spawned somewhere else,” N. Kaidu said.

Would it have killed you to say that earlier? Then the im...

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13. Level Nine

The stats menu awaited him.

HP: 42 (+3)
STR: 6 (+0)
MAG: 5 (+4)
SKL: 6 (+0)
SPD: 9 (+1)
LUK: 4 (+0)
DEF: 7 (+2)
RES: 4 (+1)
CHA: 6 (+1)

Damn, three points to HP again? At least it’s not nine. Rowan sighed and navigated to his skill l...

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12. Enter The Tower

The receptionist entered the last of their information and clicked something on her interface. She looked them over and smiled. “You are now formally registered as a party. Bear in mind that, from the System’s perspective, this is purely for the Tower’s convenience. Party members can harm e...

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11. Registration

What now? Rowan wandered the streets, half-stunned. I don’t have a home. I’m homeless. Should I… should I just challenge the Tower? Just jump in, today?

He glanced down at his feet. Flipflops. Bare toes. He rolled his eyes at himself. Flipflops? What was I thinki...

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10. Goodbye

“You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re going, no matter what.”

Rowan glanced at the floor. “Ah, well, I, uh… I do really want to, and uh…”

“You want to?” his mother asked.

Rowan shook his head. He stared at the floor another moment, then met her eyes, his eyes...

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9. Gotta Have a Party

Motion caught his eye in the upper right hand corner. Rowan glanced up and found his over-full EXP bar ever-so-slowly draining.

Level 6. Please select a skill.

Level 7. Please

Level 8.

Level 9.

D...

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8. A Dumb Way to Die

Rowan hurtled backward, limbs flying out. His head hit the asphalt, and a sharp crack rang out. A second later, pain stabbed through his head. He shouted, surprised and hurt.

“Jealous? You think I’m jealous?” Terry laughed, short and sharp. He kicked Rowan again, between the legs this...

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7. Trash Tier

Ashe laughed, suddenly, spoon raised half to her mouth. Cereal spilled back into the bowl.

“Ashe! Careful,” their mother warned.

“No, it’s just, did you see? Rowan posted on the quest board.”

Rowan stood abruptly, pushing his chair back. He snatched up the toast, putti...

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6. Home

“Mom, Rowan’s home!”

“How’s our little Gardener? Find a job yet?”

Rowan scowled. “Thanks, mom.”

His mom peeked around the corner, a rose in one hand. Curly dark hair flourished around her ears, as untamable as his own mop. “You aren’t staying here until you...

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5. Hey Jude

“Hey, are you okay?”

He whipped around. A man in a puffy baby-blue jacket stood down a narrow crossroads, a box tucked under his arm. Bright blue hair swept forward in stylish waves, shaved short on the sides. He frowned at Rowan, confused more than anything.

“I—frogs!” Rowa...

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4. Frogs

Rowan furrowed his brows. Huh? I… I can’t gain EXP. How…?

Level 3. Please select

Level 4. Pl

Level 5.

A skill tree bloomed before him, spreading out in all directions. Desperately, he scanned it. Poison ...

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3. Exclusion Zone

Present Day, on the way home from the Tower

It’s not my fault. It’s the System’s fault. If it wasn’t for this System, I wouldn’t have to put up with this humiliation.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost ran into a telephone pole. Abruptly, he looked up and foun...

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2. Graduation and a Class

Three Months Ago

Rowan stood atop the stage and smiled at his fellow graduates. Excitement boiled in his stomach. Today. Today is the day I stop being a Student, and become… something greater.

“As I stand before you today, as your valedictorian, I encourage you a...

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70. Race to the Arena

A throbbing headache greeted Twain. Straw prickled against his cheek and side. He pressed a hand to his forehead and winced. Ow, shit. What happened?

He peeled his eyes open and immediately slammed them shut again. Feebly, he lifted a hand to block the vicious dawn sunlight that po...

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69. After Party

Girls crowded them immediately, despite having changed back to their ordinary clothes. Fell waved from a corner, and the two of them fought their way to him.

“Mouse, you have to! How often do you see another moon elf outside your country? And he’s cute! Go on!”

Cel stumbled into...

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67. Working the Pole

A whistle caught Twain’s attention. He whirled. The curvy lady gestured from just under the lip of the stage, wiggling her hips and wrapping her hands around an imaginary pole.

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66. Spotlight, Stage Bright

Startled from his thoughts, Twain whirled. “Huh? Yes, I think so.”

She looked them over one at a time. “What’s with the masks?”

“It’s, uh, our theme,” Twain said.

The curvy lady frowned, and for a second, Twain worried she’d order them to take them off, but the...

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65. Dressing Room

“Anything we can do. Just ask,” Spar answered immediately.

Twain elbowed him. We have to get away, not stick around!

The lady nodded. She lit a match, touched it to the cigar, and shook it out. With a sigh, she expelled a thick cloud of smoke. “Damn. Needed that. Now, l...

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4. Blockade

June turned to Sasha. “Ready to go?”

Sweats several sizes too large draped over him, poncho-like. He looked ridiculous, like a little kid dressed in their father’s clothes. The neck hole drooped over his left shoulder, and the pants pooled around his ankles. He pulled the pants’ dra...

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40. Death Comes

Gilbert jumped up, a hand on his sword. Before he could grab Cecile and flee, Silas pushed him back. “Hold still. There’s not enough time.”

A stiff wind rattled the trees, sending branches and leaves tumbling. Icy, the chill reached even Gilbert on the second floor. Clouds swirled. Th...

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57. No Victor

Dust settled across Saemel’s face. His scowl vanished, replaced by a blank stare. Saemel staggered forward, dragged by his own momentum.

Smiling, Twain sidestepped neatly.

Toes kissing the ribbon, Saemel drew to a halt. He shook his head and blinked. “I… wha…?”

Twain k...

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56. Won't See This Anywhere But Here

Kat wiggled her tail and bent down. She took a runner’s stance, bare feet digging into the sand, claws balancing her on all fours.

Opposite her, Dormeni drew her bow. Wood curved. The bowstring sang.

Kat launched herself across the ring.

Dormeni released an arrow and drew anot...

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