He didn’t allow rest to take him for too long, the timers let him know mentally just how tired he should be. Silas stood up, his legs shaking, the two creatures he killed; still laying dead when he double checked. 19:05:14 ; 4:31:12
He let his stats fall where they belonged, all in on damage. Clearly, these things were tanky, the average person had 30 health, and they each took two cuts from his sword, although rusty as it was.
He knew one thing for certain though, he’d need to save his bow for the tougher foe he was being pushed to fight. And the lack of damage he could sustain was going to likely be an issue when he fought 106 again.
Power: 50
Agility: 14
Constitution: 15
Magic: 5
The System allowed the placement into Power, and Silas felt power surge through him once more. He felt stronger than ever before, like he himself could tear through the reinforced steel that made up the walls. That made up the halls of this damned facility he was stuck in for just 4 more hours.
He could leave after that timing, or kill 106 and get out earlier. And therefore, that’s what he fought for. He lifted up his head as he walked onwards through the metallic halls, his footsteps sounding heavy throughout the room, ringing out like metal striking against metal.
His own power feeling like he’ll crack the metal with each step, with each movement. He felt strong enough to win against 106, but he didn’t have the agility to outrun most threats. Not that it mattered when most threats would still fall to a singular punch.
And if he could use his bow… He’d be practically unstoppable, similar to those archers in fantasy media that glassed entire canyons with a singular release of the bow string.
As he gripped onto his rusty longsword, he could feel the same as an MMO RPG character. Technically limitless growth at his fingertips, but it would take ages to reach. It would take centuries to reach.
Maybe it actually would. Silas chuckled to himself as he waited to see the next anomaly, the next beast to terminate. It’s not like he wasn’t already on the ‘Terminate Immediately’ list. He already slaughtered multiple instances of 966, and even 939.
Neither would grant Experience right now though. He already killed an instance of each. And now, he was granted a practical boss fight. He thought about the system’s capabilities.
It gave these things a health bar. He knew the system already had its grip on every anomaly. It wasn’t just him with the System. At least, he could guess that. A singular slash and a stab, he didn’t feel a pop of the heart beneath his blade.
He wondered if there was a trait that let him see these health bars. Maybe there was. Maybe it would be one of the legendary traits he could receive from the System. He chuckles again as he thinks of the amount of power he’d gain.
And then he thought. Even at Level 20, even with 10 legendary skills, 10 legendary traits, 5 mythical skills, 5 mythical traits… Would the Foundation not be able to track him down still?
Silas flinches as a loud roar reverbs throughout the halls of the facility, and loud footsteps, that of a massive beast, far louder than his own. The sound of metal screeching as it’s torn and sheered is all that hits his ears at a point.
And now, they were getting louder. So Silas did what he knew he had to. Run. He let his feet hit the metallic floor, his running not quite well set up. He was still 33% faster than the average, but that doesn’t quite mean much when the sounds grew louder and louder.
They almost blocked out all of his thoughts as his feet pounded against the flooring. He noted the sound kept getting louder from his right, and he dived into the room next. The tearing of metal, the screech, was ear splitting.
Silas covered his ears as he saw the monster march onwards through the facility. It was a large lizard, covered in some sort of sludge. It was tearing through the metal like it was sheet paper, and the packed soil of the underground as though air.
Silas was stunned for a second, his ears ringing from the noise as it kept marching onwards to the surface. He shuddered to think that it too was something contained. It too was something held tight by the foundation.
But eventually, his head was clear again. He could slide down the tunnel the beast had made, steep enough to climb back up albeit with effort. He could also keep walking around, looking for more victims for his levelling feats.
But it was also a wide open area. A good place to fight the covered in dark sludge man that was called 106 by the System. The one he was required to fight. He swung the longsword as though it was naturally his.
He dual wielded the bow, as he slid down the dark tunnel. Silas hated the dark, for he couldn’t see if something were to attack him, but he was also five times tankier than the average person, and lost all weak points in practice.
He could still be injured, but a lot of them were turned into nothing but numbers. And pain, but that could be fought through with training. Training Silas desperately did not want to go through, but would if he had to.
The System didn’t light up anything, and he unfortunately didn’t know magic nor had any skills to light up the area for him. He summoned the Mythical bow he couldn’t use, but he could hold for a bit.
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The bow glowed bright, not bright enough to light up the entire tunnel, but bright enough to see what was 2 feet in front of him. He saw corpses litter the parts of the facility the beast fled through, the beast fought through.
The beast was like him, Silas realized. Something moving with purpose throughout the facility. A thing locked up despite human-like intelligence for only one reason as far as Silas knew.
It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t regular. It wasn’t something that followed the rules of Reality humanity had tried to explain since the times of Galileo or Newton. The Foundation was a flawed system designed by flawed people.
And all of these people died simply because they were in the same room as it. He slid to a stop as he found a wide open room, two mere red smears alongside something acidic spilled in from a torn open blast door.
Something acidic enough to melt concrete. It was long evaporated, or subsumed with the concrete itself. There was still a scent of hydrochloric acid and blood, and it was fresh.
That monster only recently broke out of its chamber. That Silas could deduce, and Silas turned to see there was a person huddled up in the corner. They looked dead, but there was a steady rising of their chest.
And they were weeping. Softly, but they were weeping. Silas decided to risk something, as they tightened into more of a ball in response to Silas’s voice. “Hello?” He called out, to see if the person was truly just broken. Reduced to nothing but a babbling mess.
When the only response that came from them was a singular word, “Run” and the weeping grew ever louder. The wall the person was huddled against seemed to open up to a black void, a void Silas had escaped from just a minute prior.
And when a hand gripped the mouth of the broken man, and pulled it within to walk itself out. The white glowing eyes simmered with an emotion unfamiliar to the human mind Silas wielded himself.
It approached slowly, and Silas put the bow with the same weight of tungsten when he first started this wild escape. He drew the wooden bow, and let loose an arrow, and watched 106 flinch with the steady approach, small drips of the black ooze that surrounded the body eating at the flooring.
[-1 Durability!]
[64 Piercing Damage Dealt!]
He watched as the arrow melted into the substance, was torn apart at the shaft, snapping clean in two while the monster approached. Silas couldn’t help but laugh as he let loose another arrow, forcing his aim to work better.
[Ability Activated; Natural Shot]
The arrow pierced the thing’s head, dealing more damage as a large flash of blue and purple followed forth. His mind cleared unnaturally, and he felt his hands automatically reach for another arrow and let it loose. The second arrow struck just as true, splitting the first in twain.
[Critical Strike!]
[-2 Durability!]
[123 Piercing Damage!]
This time it didn’t just flinch, but rather took a step back. Silas smiled slightly as he dashed back, to allow himself more space. The shadows constantly shifted as the base noise of the alarms and the spinning red lights shifted like those on a dance floor.
Never been in a bar fight this serious ‘fore today. Silas mused to himself while the SCP kept approaching steadily. He presumed it had probably around 1000 Health if it was unfazed by 123 damage in a singular instant.
It kept approaching and so he had to act. He used his ranged option mostly for the sake of avoiding losing his weaponry. This thing melted the weapons physically, and he knew if he was pulled to the pocket dimension, he would be lost for good.
It let him out once, and now it was curious. At least that was Silas’s best bet on what it was thinking. He fumbled an arrow and it clattered to the floor, and the SCP laughed. It laughed at him.
And he could not stand that, as he rushed in with a dagger he got well before. It spun in his hand as it was summoned with the same shade of blue the system spoke to him with, and he slashed at the throat of the SCP.
It didn’t even flinch, as the black gloop was all it passed through, splashing against the concrete a few meters out. Everything in his body screamed at him to run as something hit him square in the chest, pain flaring out and his vision blinking for a split second.
[-3 Durability]
[54 Damage Dealt!]
[-101 Health!]
[-3 Durability]
A burning sensation within his gut followed as well. He visibly slid against the floor, as his bones ached. He coughed up blood as he looked back up to the opponent, now laughing, a gargling mess.
He stood up quickly, summoning a medkit to his hands, and crushing it. The System used it for him, a helpful scenario regarding the pain. It was so much, and he felt like he was being torn apart by his muscles.
[+75 Health!]
The sludge was still on his gut, and he wiped it away with his steel gauntlet, watching it corrode greatly against it. There was some gas floating up from the sludge, and he was careful to not inhale it.
[-5 Durability]
It already ate through part of his leather chestplate, and Silas felt his eyes widen. The monster was getting closer. Under the assumption that this thing had 1000 health… It would have somewhere around 750 left.
And he had a whole lot less. He could do it with all his arrows, but he couldn’t with the 5 durability his bow had left. And besides, this fight would leave him half dead, and he was ever more grateful for the 12 levels it offered.
It moved close enough to strike once more, and he slashed out with the dagger again, this time dashing past it to avoid another strike from 106. He stepped in the sludge and felt his foot get caught in it like mud.
[-2 Durability!]
[Broken!]
[54 Slashing Damage Dealt!]
He swore for a second as another strike to his back occurred. He was thrown across the room, and landed against the concrete, feeling it break against his body. He coughed up blood as the dagger fell apart in his hands, leaving nothing but a memory of in the shards of blue that too were quickly fading.
[-101 Health!]
He stood up tall. His legs were wobbly, but his arms were plenty steady enough for his bow. His vision was also bouncing wildly, and he knew his demise was nigh if he didn’t win this fight. If he didn’t kill 106.
He had very little left to his name. He won’t die today still, he had a chance to rebuild gifted from the system. Gifted from the 9 hells themselves. And now, he stared at this monster, this creature that seemed to get a sick pleasure from throwing him around.
[Name: Silas]
[Class: Ranger]
[Level: 9]
[Experience: 4/19]
[Stats:
POWER: 50
AGILITY: 14
CONSTITUTION: 15
MAGIC: 5]
[Health: 23/150
Mana: 500/500
Movement Speed: 13
Evasion: 18 (+3)
Reaction Speed: 1]
Skills:
[Unarmed Strike]
[Dash]
[Sweeping Strike] 10/10
Traits:
[Human]
[Cleaner]
[Natural Shot] 0/2
Inventory:
[Pistol]
[Simple Hunting Bow] (5/10)
[Steel Gauntlet] 25/30
[Rusty Longsword] 4/7
[Starshooter of Lightner’s Wrath] (50,000/50,000)
[Wooden Arrows] (5/5) x20
[Leather Chestplate] (7/10)
[9V Battery] x2
[Eyedrops]
Achievements:
[Escape the Pocket Dimension]
Quests:
[Quest Allotted; Help a Guy Out]
[Condition: Escape the Facility at least Once.]
[Time Limit: 24 Hours]
[Reward: 10 Levels, 10 Legendary Skills, 10 Legendary Traits, 5 Mythical Skills, 5 Mythical Traits, System Does Not Infect This World]
[Punishment for Failure: System employs the ‘Infection’.]
[Quest Allotted; Solemn Oath]
[Clear Condition: Terminate Subject SCP-106]
[Time Limit: 6 Hours]
[Reward: 12 Levels, Bypass stat requirement for Mythic Equipment, 15 Dungeon Rewards]
[Punishment for Failure: SCP-106 will now solely target you within the facility, SCP-173 Immunity will be revoked, Nine Tailed Fox arrives 1 hour earlier.]
