Death's Disciple [Sys Apoc, OP Villain MC, LitRPG] Chapter 24: 1.24: Planning and Plots

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1.24: Planning and Plots Chapter 24 “A plan to assassinate various officials and higher ranking Rift Hunters? So he’s going scorched earth?” Richard, under my guidance, had accepted Gerard’s offer to join his guild and went through a Tutorial dungeon. The white rifts, Tutorial Rifts, were considered public under the new international laws. While many wanted to have a vetting process, ensuring bad actors didn’t get access to magical powers, it became very apparent rather quickly that letting the government of various countries decide on who could, and who could not, enter Tutorials would just ensure the bad actors the government wanted entering the rifts and no one else. The Rift Hunter Public Resource Provision, although flawed in its own right, made sure anyone who wanted to become a Rift Hunter, had a chance. Even if one in three people who attempted it, died. That number would go down in due time, as information and preparation schools were formed, but it was still risky no matter what. Richard had me teaching him, giving him the proper mindset and a game plan. Which is how he managed to enter the rift with the other Inevitability Guild hopefuls and walked out with an Epic Class. One of the very classes I was offered, Shade Knight. With such a high tier class, Richard became a priority asset for Gerard, even more so than he already was, as I assume, being a friend of mine. I wasn’t stupid enough to think Richard was picked out of the blue. Gerard was certainly trying to collect people with connections to other Hunters, myself included. “Not scorched earth, he is targeting very specific people. Politicians that, let's be real, we all know are corrupt as fuck but keep getting away with it. But also, mob bosses, gang leaders all across the country. A few powerful Hunters as well. Barry was on that list, he needs to—” “The attempt on Barry’s life has already happened,” I cut in. “I’m sorry,” Richard said somberly. I chuckled, causing Richard to look at me in confusion. “Barry is still alive. I was there when the attempt occurred. The would-be assassin is dead, though.” “Oh…” “For now, keep working with Gerard, earn his trust the best you can. Keep training with your new class,” I went into my inventory as we talked and began removing some items. A sword, some armor, things I had scavenged from the Common Dungeon from the orcs. It was shoddy, but would be useful for him to become used to fighting with. “Learn what you can, and quickly. Even with an Epic class, you aren’t strong enough to make a difference, yet. Speaking of, give me a breakdown of your class skills and ability.” “Well, my class ability is called Living Shade…” *** “Do you think we are ready for something like this?” Norton asked from over my shoulder. The large man was wearing his robes, staff in hand, his face drawn tight into a line. Worry etched plainly on his features. He said the words aloud, but he was mostly only talking to Barry, who stood directly to my left. “Absolutely, we’ve been training for almost a week now while the negotiations were going on. And we have the teams pretty well ironed out. We will be more than fine as long as we are careful.” Barry gave his patented dazzling smile. I nodded next to him, giving my support. Behind us, the world’s first appearance of a Light Blue dungeon rift buzzed ominously. The rift had shown up five days prior, and initial investigation showed the wider world that it was classified by the System as an Uncommon Dungeon. It would be months later that other tiers of Dungeons were discovered, each with their own color. Green was Rare, Yellow was Epic, Orange for Mythic, and Purple for Legendary. Then there was the Red Rift over the Atlantic, but I’m getting far ahead of myself. Barry looked out over the collected group of Hunters that were arranged in rows in front of us. Almost all of them wore small hexagon shaped pins on their collars. Only four wore Golden pins, each standing at the front of their respective lines