The Gift of Loot Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Forewarned is Forearmed

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Thomas re-entered the Octopus's Garden. Though he was on high alert, he could count on this first part of the path being safe. Level one dungeons didn't have creatures that respawned like in a video game. The guide told him that the next octopus would be pretending to be bark on a tree down the next pathway. But then again, he had known that the first was supposed to be pretending to be a rock, and that had barely helped him. Thomas took every step carefully, his head swiveling back and forth, waiting for something, anything, within him to be different. What was this skill supposed to do? How was he supposed to make it kick in? Would it even kick in? Maybe he had absorbed something useless for combat, like cleaning or... wait! What if it needed mana? Stopping in place, Thomas nearly face-palmed. That was probably it. His skill needed mana to work, which meant that it needed a mana crystal... and the majority of his mana crystals were hidden in an old Taco Bell bag in his car. Hmm. Except for the white air mana crystals the tweakers had given him. Those were low-grade, though. Would they work? He dug one out and held it, concentrating on the spot on the back of his head where he thought his skill had come to rest. Nothing happened. After about a minute, Thomas gave up. It could mean that his skill, whatever it was, wasn't compatible with air mana. Or the tweaker had just given him some really low-grade whites, and it just wasn't enough to activate his skill. The more he looked at the air crystal, the more he wondered if it was actually F grade. It really felt like it was devoid of power. With a sigh, he put the mana crystal back in his pack. Well, if he couldn't figure out a way to activate his skill by the time he was ready to leave, then he would bite the bullet and go to a government center to get himself scanned. He didn't even have to do that right away. He could be patient. Meanwhile, he was here, so he might as well try to complete more of the dungeon. Nodding to himself, Thomas took a new grip on his maul and moved forward. The next section of the garden was... well, it was pretty clear where the octopus was hiding. A single willow tree stood there with colorful seaweed leaves draping down like a curtain. The trunk was an outrageous green-blue. Thomas stared hard at it, but couldn't see the octopus. There was, however, a suspicious, bumpy knot on the side. Got you , he thought and carefully stepped forward with his maul held high to swing down. That was when something weird happened. He saw movement, like a ghostly afterimage of an octopus peeling itself away from the trunk and beginning to leap at him. But it wasn't at the knot he had been eyeing. It was lower down, toward the middle of the trunk and slightly hidden in the shadows. Thomas reacted immediately and brought his maul down on the new spot just as the real creature began to move. He struck blade-first as the ghostly afterimage launched itself for his face. The blade struck the real thing. The ghostly outline disappeared. Thomas's strike sheared the octopus off the tree and took several tentacles along with it. It struck the ground, and Thomas brought down his maul again. He felt something go unpleasantly squish, and the octopus was dead. Thomas stepped back, breathing hard. He looked around, then at his hands that still held the maul, and glanced back at the tree to make sure he wasn't missing something. Inside, he already knew . That ghostly afterimage hadn't been an illusion... and he should stop thinking of it as an afterimage. It had predicted the movement the octopus was about to make. What was that? A forewarning? No , he thought. A skill. My skill. He had felt it pool in the back of his head. Wasn't that where the brain processed images? "I have foresight?" he asked himself out loud. Somewhere in a dungeon like this, where an enemy relied on ambush, that was everything. A smile started on Thomas's face, and that smile turned into a true grin when h