"That Instance….how the hell did you survive for a full year in there without proper preparation? I only made it by the seat of my pants thanks to my preparing multiple resources ahead of time, but you, you randomly jumped in out of necessity." Getting his bearings, Brenden continued draining one vial after another until he felt some semblance of normalcy in his body.
"I mean, I didn’t have much of an option. I suppose the only reason I could was because my inventory was chalked full of goodies. Sure, it got bad for a while, and I had to eat some unsavory items, but it wasn’t too bad once you got used to it." Shrugging my shoulders, I crossed my legs and faced my younger brother.
"Bull shit Taylor, I was stuck in that place for three years without a proper source of water or food, and you are trying to tell me that you came out of there sane? Hell, even I started losing my mind after the first three months." Brenden stated while observing his surroundings.
"Actually, my time there had done nothing to my mental faculties either; if anything, it was calming being in solitude with my only companionship being hordes of undead."
"Heh, see, being a loner ain’t so bad, now is it, Little Brother," I interjected with a smirk, only to lean back as I felt like he was going to hit me.
"Sigh, three years, Taylor; I spent three years grinding one undead after another until I finally reached 6C. Do you even realize the mental and physical fatigue I fought through…don’t get me wrong, I am by no means as efficient a killer as you, but I’m no slouch either. However, by asking me to evolve multiple times before returning to the past, you were asking too much." Brenden complained as I could tell he was resisting the urge to bop me upside the head.
"But did you die….shit, I guess I can’t use that here because since you came back in time, you TECHNICALLY did, but that is that, and this is this." Patting my brother on the shoulder, I expanded slightly by adding…
"Plus, once you hear how high my stats are, you’ll thank me. I’ve been theorizing for some time about whether or not you’d carry over your Racial Classification upon returning, and it wasn’t until last year that I was able to confirm that would be the case. The only requirement to do so is being higher than 3C; however, coming to that conclusion was quite a pain in the ass."
"The two of us are at the top of the food chain, and if we use our Racial Traits to our advantage, things will stay that way for a long time. Anyway, tell me about your death; how bad was it?" Tilting my head to the side, I pressed for a strange answer, or at least I knew it wasn’t a normal question based on Brenden’s reaction.
"Weird question to ask…don’t give me that look. It’s freaking me out….I said stop,"
THWACK
Unable to resist the urge to hit me any longer, Brenden smacked me in the back of the head, which I, of course, allowed, considering how if I didn’t want to be hit, with how much higher my stats were than his, it would be impossible for him to do so.
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"Bitch,"
"Dickhead,"
"Asshat,"
"Bitch ass hoe ass bitch,"
"Hoe ass cunt ass fucker ass slut,"
"Shit for brains,"
"Cumguzzler,"
"Oi….too far…hahaha," As usual, the two of us broke the strange tension with a back-and-forth insult war before breaking down and laughing our asses off for a few minutes.
"Hah, I missed you, Tay…life in that Instance Sucked, and from what I was seeing on the Ark-Net, the situation outside was abysmal, and half of Earth had basically turned into nuclear wastelands. As for my death….I never saw their faces, but not long after I reached 6C, I was ambushed by a group of people wearing masks."
"Hm…" was all I said before allowing Brenden to explain.
"Five people, all in the High-Sigma-Rank, and all were Basic Humans. Any other time, I should have been able to hold my own until I eliminated a few of them, but they were weird; it was like their team composition was tailor-made to take me down."
"So it was Two GravMancers, a Psychomancer, and two Speedsters," I interrupted, causing Brenden to frown and signifying I was correct in my assessment.
"Yeah….why do I feel like you’ve thought about how to take me out before," Brenden asked with narrowed eyes.
"Because I have, but not for the reason you may think. You know I would never go to war with you, but if I needed to make a compelling act out of fighting you, like, say you were taken control over or something of that nature, I figured out a composition that would allow for a good show to be put on."
"Well, it was exactly that team composition that ambushed me in a weakened state and made short work of me…I never even saw the final blow coming, and when I woke up, I was here." Rubbing his left shoulder with his right hand, Brenden shrugged off my comment, as he was used to me saying weird shit all the time.
"So we have to be on the lookout for one or more shadow orgs that are head hunting you…not to sound paranoid, but I believe you were being monitored, and when the org saw you disappear, they must have had someone nearby that could take some readings of the Gate’s particle Signature allowing them to locate what Instance you entered."
"Greeeeat, tell me something, has anything happened here since I was born?"
Hearing that, I smirked and thought back to the idiot who tried to kill my baby brother when he was a newborn.;
"Sure did; some fool from your guild tried assassinating you in the hospital, but apart from that, things have been relatively quiet, at least here at home," I stated calmly.
"Hold up, someone from my guild? I assume you dealt with it…who am I kidding? You probably tortured him; why did I even bother asking."
"Brenden, it was Jasper…the fucker finally showed his true colors; you know as well as I that your identity was never public, so it could only ever be people from inside Vesaragon that could have located you before the Descent."