The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 17: Chapter 15: To Face Your Judgement

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Chapter 15 To Face Your Judgment Lana Harper’s screen was a pile of open windows of code. This wasn’t like the movies. Hacking H.E.R.O. wasn’t a barrage of key-presses to break through a firewall into the mainframe. This was real life, and she was stuck on Earth while Nik had already run into one of the kings. She had designed these codes, and some of the lines were being rewritten… actively. The King of the first tier was exerting his influence. It was earlier than expected; Nik wasn’t strong enough yet. She pulled out her phone and called her only saved contact. It only rang once before he answered. “Hey, it’s happening. I know it’s sooner than we expected, but it’s time for me to go back. I’ll meet you there. Oh, and Wolf… Thank you.” They would have to rendezvous on the other side. It was time to plug herself in… She checked for the small piece of black stone lodged into her custom made headset, and then closed her eyes as she held it over her mousy brown hair. “Well, Father, it looks like it’s time for me to go home.” * * * The sound came loudest from behind, but he turned to see only purple brickwork and matching smoke. Everywhere he looked was the same and yet the sounds of this dangerous enemy came from every direction except whichever one he looked into. It was toying with him. Whatever this version of him was, it was not one to be treated without caution. A claw scraped against stone to his left. He raised his shield on instinct. A strike hit it, sending his feet sliding. He maintained his balance through force of will as much as any physical effort, but it was already gone again. More laughter filled the void in the would-be silence of their battleground. “What part of me are you?! What piece of me would have such a twisted reflection?” “Khhhk-hhhk, oh, are you not enjoying yourself? Are you still pretending that this isn’t your idea of a good time?” “What? You are insane, sick. Whatever you are, I want none of it.” The sound of movement had Nik turning again. It was behind him now. Too late. Three clawed fingers stabbed into the side of his head, carving slashes into his scales, before vanishing once again into the maze of buildings. There was nothing from the system to show his health had gone down, but he could feel the blood dripping from his wound. I need to get myself into a corner and limit the directions he can come at me from. Nik ran for the nearest alley. The doubled up sound of four points of contact beating against the ground struck his senses. He dropped as he turned, allowing himself to land with his back on the ground just as his more animalistic copy reached him. He kicked his feet up as he rolled backward, throwing his enemy deeper into the alley. Leaping up and launching himself forward, Nik pushed his enemy back, swinging and stabbing with his spear. The bestial-Nik batted away Nik’s strikes with its claws. It dropped away from Nik onto all-fours and turned to run. The next swing missed, and it was gone. The creature was too fast. Nik pursued the creature, and looked for somewhere more defensible while he tried to keep his opponent on the run. He turned a corner and threw his shield up as a flurry of claws slashed at him. Shield, leathers, and then shield again, his armor had kept him alive. Each of his enemy’s strikes had glanced off. Pain lanced through him. The last strike had been aimed at his right foot, and the maniac’s claws had pierced clean through to the ground. A slash of his spear had it retreating once again. But he felt it connect this time. “See? I told you this would be fun. Khhhk-hhhhk,” said the other Nik with a strange new hissing quality to their voice. “This is insanity. You’re nothing but a monster,” he said, still scanning the area for anything he could use to his advantage. “Don’t you enjoy the thrill of combat, Nik? The blood pumping through your veins as you attack and defend? I had to have gotten it from somewhere. I couldn’t have found all this joy on my own… little… l