"Care to fill those of us who CAN’T read minds in on what you plan to do about this, Taylor?" Brenden asked as he gave me an annoyed look.
"Even if I did, it’s not like you’d understand…" Rolling my eyes, I double-checked the contents of my inventory before withdrawing the linked Instance Token.
"Try me. I may be dumb, but that doesn’t mean I can’t follow orders."
"Hræw Fylgja Gervor," Speaking the norse words gave the intended effect on Brenden as questions filled his eyes.
"Yeah, I figured, listen, just get Dad to the Instance when he wakes up; I will take care of the preparations. It’s going to take me at least 18 hours to get everything set up." With that said, I closed my eyes and crushed the token.
"You SON OF A….!" Those were the last words I heard before the familiar sensation of being forcefully teleported took over my senses.
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"Silence….that’s a good sign,"
Rustle rustle
"Clay under my shoes, that’s another good sign,"
Inhaling deeply through my nose, I could feel the abundance of Alpha particles with a faint hint of Beta in the air.
"And the particle content is about right as well, heh, well I’ll be damned."
When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the annoying side of a dried former body of water in the dingy, underground terrain.
"Three for three on the Caverns," I said aloud with a cocky smirk.
"I don’t know what you’re planning for me, Arkadia, but at least you seem to be on my side this time; anyway, I’ve got a long haul ahead of me." Tapping my left foot on the ground a few times, I locked onto the bronze gate on the opposite end of the lobby.
"Dangerous as fuck…what I’m about to do, but with Brenden and I being at Beta-Rank, we should be able to handle whatever bullshit comes outta this insane plan of mine…shame for anyone else who shows up in here though…heh." In the blink of an eye, I appeared beside the massive three-story tall bronze gate.
Placing my hand on its cool metallic surface, I could feel a connection to something greater, and although millions of people had tried in the past to do what I was about to do, not many could claim they had succeeded.
"Instance Manipulation, in theory, the Gates leading to the bowls of Instance’s control its contents, and if one is to locate an item which can change the gates Construct, in theory, they could mold the Instance to their will."
"However, there are certain rules in place for such a thing to succeed; first, the Instance must have multiple entrances with varying degrees of Rank and Grade."
"Second, the instance must contain beings or monsters with an unending potential, i.e., the instance must be the type that has stronger particle contents the deeper you go, and it can’t be static."
"Lastly, you must have the proper resources and materials to initiate an Instance Shift or Change." Removing my hand from the Gate, I reached into my inventory, retrieved a four-inch-tall wooden statue, and examined it carefully.
The Statue was formed from ancient driftwood and was in the shape of the Ancient God Woden, whose name was more popularized as Odin, the Norse All-Father.
Upon sacrificing his eye for knowledge, he learned everything there is to know about Magic, including that pertaining to Necromancy. As legend has it, he created a Totem, a Fylgja which, once implanted, could create Draugr, or Undead.
"The Hræw Fylgja Gervor, its name translates out to The Undead Totem Maker. And this is the key piece in my plan. The Instance I dropped into, and the place of my eventual death, wasn’t originally an undead wasteland; no, it was the product of my experimenting with Instance Manipulation, and it was this very item that allowed me and Brenden to Evolve to 6C." Even though there was no one around to hear my explanation, I have a knack for speaking my thoughts aloud when alone.
"Just one slight issue…." My eyes trailed along the edge of the Gate until finally landing on the top centermost part of the object, causing me to sigh.
The Access port that I had located was at the peak of the Gate, and for someone my size, it would be a pain in the ass to get up there since there weren’t any grips or footholds on the Gate’s surface.
"Welp, when in doubt…" Rummaging through my inventory, I found the sibling of my long-lost friend and pulled it out.
"Use Rope 2.0," sitting down on the ground, I began whistling a generic tune while securing one of my daggers to one end of the rope.
Once satisfied with my quadruple knot, I stood back up, picked my target, a space about a foot away from the Gate, spun the rope to get up some momentum, and flung it like a dart toward the rocky ceiling.
SHUNNKKK,
With a loud sound, the knife buried itself into the rock, and just like that, I had a way of suspending myself in the air so that I could plant the Hræw Fylgja Gervor into the Gate.
Gripping the dangling rope, I gave it a few tugs to double-check it would hold my weight. After playing the role of a monkey, I found myself dangling three stories off the ground with the Totem in one hand, my legs gripping the rope, and my other hand planted firmly against the surface of the Gate.
"Now comes the annoying part, figuring out how much PC I need to pump into the damn gate in order to open up the Control box thing…"
That’s right, I called it a control box thing, mainly because I have NO idea what its actual name is, but from my past experience, I knew that if I pushed enough Particles into the Gate, a small door would open up and allow access to a small chamber where an item could be stored.
Whether or not the purpose of the said chamber was to alter the contents of the Instance, I had no idea. Still, I knew what would happen if I put in the Hræw Fylgja Gervor, as I had done so before, and the result was the transformation of EVERY SINGLE LIVING CREATURE within the confines of the Gate and depths of the Instance into Undead Humans.
Aka, turning the Caverns into the perfect grinding resource if a human wishes to evolve.