Death's Disciple [Sys Apoc, OP Villain MC, LitRPG] Chapter 33: 1.33 ??? Foe

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1.33 ??? Foe Chapter 33 I know what you are thinking already, that I might have just discovered a huge exploit, something that shouldn’t be allowed or will allow level Hunters basically kill anything they want by carrying a two ton metal slab around. But, understand that my stats are quite a bit higher than they should be for my level, making my inventory capacity a bit of an anomaly. By the time some can start lugging such metal cubes about, their enemies can also carry such metal cubes as well, usually. That it is to say, this isn’t as ground breaking as you might think. Even though it was huge for me at that time. I just didn’t quite know it until a bit later. “Come on, Adam,” Francis yelled to me deeper in the lab. “I’m coming, take it easy,” I said as I moved to catch up. The last door was a bit different than the rest. Instead of wood, it was made of darkened metal with carvings that basically screamed “boss room” at the top of their iron hinged lungs. A large humanoid face sat in the center of the double doors, its vacant eyes looking out over us. “You think we’re ready?” Norton asked as we stood in front of it. Francis rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck side to side, “Does it really matter? We gotta go in either way, right?” “True, but we can take a breather here for a minute if we need,” Barry set his shield down against the wall. “No use rushing into a battle just yet.” Barry sat down next to his shield, back against the wall. Francis quickly settled down next to him. Followed by Norton and Huwett. Soon, I was the only one left standing as everybody else sat about to catch their breath. On the surface, Barry wasn’t wrong. It looked as if the System would up the difficulty once the final day rolled around on the timer. Until then, things would remain the same, so it would stand to reason that we had hours left. But that only applied to events inside the Dungeon. Time still marched on back on Earth, outside. And on the outside, Gerard Davis and his guild still had plans they were moving forward with. Richard had been keeping me up to date up until I walked into the dungeon, and while Barry didn’t know what was happening, I did. Five different targets were slated on Gerard’s kill-list the last couple days. By now, they were all dead, or were about to be. And the world at large would be reeling from the news just about any minute now. We didn’t have as much time as Barry thought. How do I get them to hurry though? I couldn’t just tell them what was going on, that would lead to far too many questions. I didn’t want to reveal Richard as my inside man, and I didn’t want to put the spotlight on Gerard. I, too, had plans, and those plans required me to remain in the shadows for the most part while keeping Richard and Gerard relatively safe. Sure, Gerard was basically ordering murders. But I had seen the list of people that were picked… those people needed to die. But that wasn’t where it would end. So I had to be there, out of the Dungeon, rather soon. Far too much time had been wasted already. Yet, there was something I could lean into. Barry’s urge to protect others. “We really should go in now,” I said, earning a few confused looks. I sighed and focused my attention on Barry, who was the one I actually needed to convince. “The difficulty probably won’t increase until the one day mark, yes, but there’s more than that we need to think about. What if we fail?” “What do you mean?” “If we wait around, and then fail to clear the final floor of this tower, that means we further endanger everyone else, who we told to wait at the base of the tower, remember?” Barry perked up then, paying attention for more. “If we wait around, and then fail, the others will have even less time to clear the tower after us. We will be making it harder for them, more dangerous.” “You’re right, if we fail, we are wasting time for the rest of the squads,” Barry stood up from the floor, worry plainly on his face. “Damn, we can’t just sit around ever