Inertia: Beneath The Starlit Veil Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Totem Games

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Chapter 113: Totem Games A note from KenKaizen ✦ FEATURED STORY ✦ by D.P. Gurbalov Shatterpoint [Progression LitRPG] Butch has been shot, stabbed, and imprisoned. Five years in special ops trained him to survive anything, but it sure as hell didn’t prepare him for waking up at Level 1 inside the mind of his younger brother, who’s trapped in a coma. The only way to bring the kid back is to complete a Level 65 quest inside his subconscious: a world that looks exactly like the RPGs his brother played, with one small difference: death inside means dying outside too. Butch can’t shoot his way out. Here, his military skills mean nothing. Instead, he has to drink potions, swing a magic staff, and take orders from a talking bag. Even worse, his mother went in before him using the same experimental S-Front tech, too. She hasn’t come back either. The deeper Butch pushes, the harder the world pushes back. Because if he succeeds, the game world ends. Every NPC, every monster, and every blade of grass knows it deep down. And they will do everything in their power to stop him. » WHY READ THIS: [+] Book 1 completed [+] Expect 1+ chapter per day [+] Moderately Weak to Strong [+] Lvl 1 -> Lvl 60 in book 1 Start Reading → Cyrus Solaris When I finally rematerialized, I was transported to a densely populated area at the edge of the forest. The air was crisp, filled with the shallow howls of the wind. “My home away from home, I guess. Maybe those years in the wild weren’t a waste after all,” I muttered, pulling out my virtual map from my dimensional storage. A bright grid unfolded before me, displaying a 3-D version of the vast forest that served as the training facility. According to the map, the forest stretched 3 miles in every direction. A river snaked through the landmass. The mineral deposits in each corner of the map were not mountain-sized, but big enough to potentially provide shelter. The map also revealed that we were now on a separate floating island, connected only by astral chains. Since I was at the edge, I was curious to see what would be my fate if I were to fall off the floating island. Looking over, all I could see were the very tops of clouds—beautiful in their own right as the sunlight sparkled down to give them a warm glow. It was a blessing that I didn't have to worry about someone coming up behind me. With my current position discovered, I had to figure out who my first target would be. Slowing my breath, I focused on using Gravisense. During the two months of training, this was one of my primary focuses. Now I could maintain the ability for longer, but the influx of information was still a lot to handle. Countless gravitational forces flooded my senses, like a tidal wave crashing down on me. It took several seconds for my mind to adjust. Maintaining my breath, I was able to calm the initial tide, but the strain remained. Despite my boasting, I knew I had my work cut out for me. I was only in this game for a minute, and I understood that my fellow students were all exceptional. Everyone hid their cosmic signatures, no longer pumping their chest. But they couldn't conceal their mass and their distortion of space-time. It took only a few minutes for my Gravisense to be in range to pick something up. I sensed several students moving—one seemed to be fleeing the others at breakneck speed. “ Whoever that is got the short end of the stick early, ” I thought to myself as leaves rustled with increased speed in the nearby brush. The confrontation now heading my way. Quickly, I did my best to conceal my cosmic energy and took cover in the trees above. Stumbling out of the brush was a student with unruly, jet-black hair and beige skin. Behind him was a pack of three students I hadn't seen before, breathing heavily. “Hand it over now, and we won't hurt ya,” one of the students said with a drawl, stepping closer. “Um, how about we make a deal?” The kid said, reaching for his dimensional storage. “I keep my totem, and you get a free make