Death's Disciple [Sys Apoc, OP Villain MC, LitRPG] Chapter 57: 1.57 Bloody Squeeking

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1.57 Bloody Squeeking Chapter 57 These present days, as new and hopeful young humans enter the various academies to learn the profession, find their niche and embark on the journey toward being a Guild-Accredited Rift Hunter, the history of the System is covered pretty widely. But the lessons surrounding the first Rare Class Dungeon Rift to appear on Earth might be a bit... muddled. And I take blame for that, I admit. It should have been a huge occasion. It should have been an event with fanfare, as the brave Hunters entered the unknown to claim glory and ensure the protection of humanity. Really, it would have been Fredricka’s feat of fame, and rightfully so. But it didn’t really go like that. The academy lectures and classes going over this brief period of history in Earth’s initiation don’t really talk about it like that, as you know. I made some choices and performed some actions that rather derailed that happy time. It was a bit more catastrophic and bloody than I had initially anticipated. Yet in my defense, well… I guess there is really no defense for what I did. But in the beginning of all this, I had made you some promises and admitted a few things right out the gate. I said I wouldn’t lie to you, and I will stay true to that. I also told you I was responsible for the death of two million people. I won’t hide that number by counting the deaths of various races and dungeon rift natives. That would be cheating. I am only counting people on Earth. So far in my recounting, I had killed seven people. That number is about to get much larger, very fast. *** “The European Union still hasn’t accepted a bid on the Rift? It’s been three days already,” Francis said in surprise. “True, but they are still waiting it out. Paragon Guild has already put their bid in, but I’m sure they’ll be going with Fólkvangr, Fredricka and her guild.” Barry swiped his key card at the security gate as we all walked through the lobby of Paragon Headquarters. Vasquez, Norton and Huwett walked in behind Barry, Francis and I. Huwett tapped away at an old handheld game console, a smile plastered across her face, while Vasquez spun a small fiery bead around his palm in varying patterns. He said it was to help him practice his spell control, which I found interesting. It was something that I filed away in my head for me to try out using my skills later. We entered the elevator and Barry hit the fourth floor button as Francis continued to talk. “The government is expecting a higher bid by waiting then? Maybe we can join in and do a joint bid with Fredricka and Paragon?” “That’s possible, I’ll have a guild PR rep reach out to them and see what happens. It’ll probably take a couple days though. And yes, I assume the European Union is hoping to get the bids to push up higher as anxiety around losing out on the contract sets in. There’s a huge difference between an offer of one hundred gold credits, and fifty platinum.” “Fifty plat?” Norton chuckled, his large belly bouncing. “Would the dungeon even be worth that?” Barry shrugged, and the elevator doors opened. He continued out, heading towards the guild lounge as he talked. “Maybe, maybe not, depends on what kind of dungeon it is. Some are just experience grinds, with lots of beasts but little in the way of loot. Some have huge profit potential though. This is the first Rare dungeon, so who knows.” “I’d love a chance to get in on a dive with Fredricka. She’s a true boss beauty.” Francis said, earning him a sharp elbow from Angela, who had paused her gaming on her console. We all entered the large lounge room, Barry settling onto one of the couches, while Norton made a beeline for the fridge. “As I said, we will have to wait and see,” Barry picked up the remote and began absently flicking through channels. “There’s always a chance. Hey Squeeks.” He waved to a large muscle-bound rat that sat alone at one of the tables. Wait… A rat? I did a double-take and looked at the figure again. Sure enough, there was a roug