Death's Disciple [Sys Apoc, OP Villain MC, LitRPG] Chapter 9: 1.09 Dungeon Capitalism

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1.09 Dungeon Capitalism Chapter 9 “You’re Death?” I said, “Like, literal death? The concept itself?” Now, seeing a beautiful woman suddenly appear in front of me claiming to be the personification of a conceptual and philosophical part of reality should have made me freak out. I probably should have sputtered and stuttered, or at least denied the possibility. It was insanity, claiming to be actual Death. And yet, it didn’t really faze me that much at the time. I had dealt with dungeons, stats, magic, game inventories, and ass-ugly little green humanoids murdering all of my friends, minus Richard. Coupled with the class and title I had received already, it almost made some sort of sick and twisted sense that I’d be talking to actual Death. It was some fucked up logic, that was sure. But in the end, it was indeed logical. I was the Heir to Death, and it looked like… she… had now come to speak to me. “I can see this isn’t too much of a surprise to you,” she said. “I assume the System has given you the title already. And well, you did pick the class once I extended my offer, obviously.” “Your offer? So I didn’t earn the class?” That was an interesting bit of info for me. I thought I had shown my worth in that Tutorial. “Prideful and dealing with low self-esteem are we?” “No…” Things were silent for a moment, this Lady Death staring intently at me until finally continuing on. “You did earn it, which is why I sent the offer through the System,” she said. “Now be quiet and do not interrupt me.” Her eyes flashed in their sockets for an instant and a chilling wave of pressure choked the room around me. I could tell it was barely a twitch, maybe just a flicker, but it still felt as though she could kill me outright with that bit of power alone. I gulped. Could I have flipped my mental switch and ignored her power display entirely, maybe. I doubted it, but maybe. But despite this, I decided not to press my luck, and simply accepted the feeling of weakness that flooded my mind. Compared to this woman… I was a speck. “Good, you might do well after all.” Again, I stayed silent and waited, feeling that was what she wanted me to do, as well as what my survival instincts were telling me to be the best way to keep my squishy mortal soul well within my squishy mortal body. “I can assume you have many questions rattling around in that mind of yours. What is happening and why? What is this System? Am I a God? Are there other Gods? What are the Dungeons? Etc.. etc…” She said this almost with a hint of scorn in her tone, as if she had heard such things a billion times before and was exhausted even from the mere memory of them. As the entity of Death, I could only imagine the number of questions she was subjected to in her day-to-day “job” as it were. Adding all the events of the last few days on top of that… yeah I could get why she was a bit jaded. “Push those queries to the side.” She waved a hand dismissively. “I wouldn’t answer them even should the System allow me to share such information. Not now at least, you are not ready, and there are more pressing matters for you in any case.” I simply nodded. Even though I did have such questions, the fact she seemed unwilling, or even unable, to answer was just as interesting. If I truly was her disciple, and she my sponsor, I would think she’d want me to be powerful, prepared, ready. That is what I would assume at the very least. But, we all know about people who make assumptions. They die horrible and bloodcurdling deaths at the hands of grimy little fucking goblins. So I kept my mouth shut, and waited. She peered at me with her dark eyes before the corner of her mouth rose into a tiny hint of a smile. “Good, good.” Her hands folded in front of her, and the scythe that she appeared with, remained upright beside her, as if rooted directly into the ground. A macabre and sick flag planted in the space of reality I didn’t quite understand. “You will get answers to all of that, and more, eventually. You, a