Or at least none of them had ever publicly admitted to earning one. Interestingly, Chainers didn’t seem to have access to spells. There were reputable sites with basic intel on the class’s natural stat bonuses and a few surprisingly sparse lists of the starter skills offered to each rank. He set his laptop up at a small corner table and started delving into the Chainer class. ![]() He might be able to make peace with the situation. He could still use one of his dad’s old leather belts, and he’d enthusiastically murdered a cockroach he’d found running across the kitchen floor a couple of nights past. It didn’t affect other aspects of his life. He had confirmed that his new, magically enforced diet was only a diet though. He ordered a matcha and bought a vegan brownie from the section of the case where the shop kept its day-old baked goods.ĭespite multiple attempts to force-feed himself old favorites like shredded cheese and bacon, all Alden had managed to do so far was nearly choke to death. The walk down the still-dark street cleared his head, and after a few blocks he came to a bakery that was just opening its doors. The conversation ended on that disturbing note, and Alden headed out. “Well, let’s not make her mad, then,” Alden said. My supervisor just picked a worse one than she should have.” “All Artonans of the highest ranks have interactions with what some might call true demons. Still, it didn’t sound like they were beings you’d want to consort with. No media were allowed, so the semi-annual event was never more than a minor headline. Earth was only contractually obligated to deal with one or two a year, and they all landed in a controlled zone on Anesidora where they were demolished in a matter of seconds by a few hundred Avowed working together. He didn’t have a lot of knowledge on real demons. “Not like you, but actual monsters made of pure chaos?” “Your supervisor hangs out with demons?” Alden asked. But she’s recently been penalized for consorting with a demon, and I believe she’s trying to appear more law-abiding than usual.” “Normally, she would have been easier to persuade. My supervisor was disinclined to grant them temporary access to the trading interface.” They would only be able to provide you with moral support, however. Then, instead of replying to Alden’s attempt to subtly express his gratitude, he said, “I have received confirmation that you are allowed to have your friends accompany you into the trading room. And Alden didn’t even know how to say thank you properly without possibly making the situation worse for him. So Gorgon had crossed some sort of line for Alden. Yet Gorgon hadn’t lifted a finger for him.īut he couldn’t help noticing that the alien’s gray skin was looking downright charred beneath his magical bonds. Alden had fumbled a two-person sleeping bag, snacks, bottled water, his book bag and his ancient laptop into the building. He had been relieved when he returned to the consulate last night with things that might qualify as actual luggage in hand, and the alien had completely ignored him. He felt the need to acknowledge Gorgon’s hint now that he was positive there was no uncomfortable servitude thing going on between the two of them. “I’m still thinking over what you said to me last night. “Thank you for the juice.”Īlden hesitated, considering his next works carefully. ![]() I’m gonna go grab a bite and figure out why.” ![]() I think I was really lucky, but he was a little odd about it. The guy I got it from seemed to think so, too. “It seemed like something I could trade more easily. “That is an extremely rare assignment.” Gorgon spoke in the same totally inflectionless voice he always used when the conversation turned toward anything Alden might construe as advice. “So, I’m a pre-affixed Chainer now,” he said as he passed the alien the bottle of juice. He stopped by the vending machine to buy a fruit punch for Gorgon, then he headed toward the lobby desk. It would be nice to hang out in a place other than consulate basement while he researched his new class. It was five in the morning, but a coffee shop had to be open somewhere. Maybe I really will go get breakfast before I come back. Alden stepped out of the elevator, yawning.
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