Necromancer Dreams of Mechs Chapter 20: Chapter 24

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Chapter 20: Common Or Common? While I said I wanted to see what the skill did, it was much harder than I thought it would be. When I say hard, I mean impossible, and while there was no skill description, it had to do something. The first clue was how the achievement was earned, and then the second was the name, which was generic, but could be misleading. Able Builder was not a skill about building. Instead, it was about understanding the properties and components of the materials, and objects around me. This happened after 2 hours of shouting out, and thinking every command I could think of. Finally, I asked the right question when I was talking with Harold. "Alright, let's try this again. How did I earn the Able Builder achievement?" I asked. Harold, who was sitting in a chair and leaning back, had his digital eyes closed and his arms folded over his chest. He was doing his best impression of a grumpy old man, and it was not hard to tell he was faking it. "Your achievement name doesn't match the listed achievement, according to my information. Dance of Doom is rewarded to a person that completes any task repeatedly 100 times while enforcing their own scaling difficulty. Able Builder lets you understand the material you are working with, not to build something, but it was entertaining to watch," Harold explained before I started to strangle him. "WHO BUILT YOU?! If this was Mr. Williams' work, I am going to give him a piece of my mind!" I yelled, but the cat's eyes snapped open and glared at me. "Watch how you speak about the person who designed me," Harold warned, and I glared right back at him. "Don't sass me you annoying little turd! Stop wasting my time and act like a helper!" I growled, and then stomped off, kicking a tree over as I went. While there were no stats or anything like that, I was clearly getting stronger and faster, and even more so now that I had gone through that intense hopscotch challenge. This world was nothing like any other game I had been in. It almost felt like everything I did improved my body, and even my wolves couldn’t catch me if I ran as fast as I could, but I could give a flying fart about running at the speed of sound or kicking over trees. I came here to do one thing. Build a mechanized armor suit in a world that has magic. So, the only thing to do was find a good spot, and get started, but Harold had not been helpful at all. "Hey, Harold, is there a way to check the blueprints in your memory?" I asked, but the cat looked at me, then his body shook like a dog, and the screen on his face. "Just think, or speak the words, and they will show up on the screen. Like you said, I don't get paid, so why do I have to help you? You should be scraping your forehead on the ground and bowing to my greatness!" Harold huffed, and then turned away. I sighed, looking at my mecha feline. He was pretty cool. It was a typical cartoon robot cat standing on two legs that you might see in an anime or something. His head was a little larger than normal, and his paws were like hands, but he didn't have opposable thumbs, and his tail had a sharp tip on it. The metal patchwork body was silver with tiny rivets everywhere looking like the body had been pulled apart and pieced together. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, and the cat froze, but didn't turn back. "I'm sorry too. It wasn't my place to say what you should be doing," Harold mumbled back, and then sighed. "You want to see the list of blueprints I have stored in my memory core?" "Oh? You have more than just the forge and smelter?" I asked, getting excited again, but Harold put up a paw. "Hold you horses, don't get all excited. I'm not even supposed to be here, you get it? Do I look like I belong here?" I nodded. "Sure I get that much, and you having any kind of blueprint for something that isn't an item is actually really strange." "Exactly! I Ain't from this place, but I don't know how I got here! This isn't space! Where are the damn aliens?" Harold asked, sounding a bit