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Inflame

The Completionist Chronicles Book Six

Dakota Krout

Copyright © 2021 by Dakota Krout

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Contents

Acknowledgments

Newsletter

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Epilogue

Afterword

About Dakota Krout

About Mountaindale Press

Mountaindale Press Titles

Acknowledgments

As always, it is a true delight to release a new novel into the world. It looks good and is on time only ever thanks to my lovely wife, boss, and best friend: Danielle Krout.

I would like to make a special thank you to a few groups of people, as well as a few spectacular individuals. My followers on Facebook, thank you so much for sticking with me and getting as excited about the process as I do! My Patreons, thank you for wanting to be the first to have eyes on the work, and for giving me tips to make it all better.

Finally, to Aaron Walker, Jim Eleven, Mike Hernandez, Michael Pregler, Kyyle Newton, Garett Loosen, Chioke Nelson, John Grover, William Merrick, Justin Williams, Samuel Landrie, and Karnnie… thank you for doing so much, and asking for so little in return.

Newsletter

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Prologue

“Hello,” a musical voice called over as Joe peered around from the fluffy chair that he found himself in. He blinked as he locked eyes with an Elf. “Welcome to Alfenheim. You have a choice to make.”

“Welcome to Svaltarheim, and the choice should be an easy one!” the Dwarf on the other side called out. “Join the snooty Elves, and become a sworn enemy of the Dwarves-”

“Or join the unruly mob that is the Dwarves, and become the sworn enemy of the Elves.”

Joe tried to catch his breath, but every single moment felt like standing in the presence of King Henry. The Dwarf narrowed his eyes as he watched Joe struggle to breathe. “You… celestials above, human! You didn’t wait to break the mortal limit before you came here?”

“This one is clearly going to join the Dwarves; he must have no intelligence at all. I’m pleased to see that not every human that comes to this plane is going to be as talented and impressive as all the other ones that already arrived and joined us.” The Elf scoffed as Joe fully collapsed to the ground. “Look at him. This is a joke, for sure. Dwarf, you may as well leave; he has no physicality at all. He’s all mind characteristics, so there’s nothing he will want from you. Even if we have no choice but to accept him, he’ll certainly want to join the group that can actually help him.”

“Pah! That’s exactly why he’ll join the Dwarves!” The stocky recruiter stepped forward and reached out a hand to help Joe up. “He needs to beef up! Focusing on his mind above all else has made him as weak as a kitten, and he’s getting a chance to rectify that. Come on, lad, as soon as you join up with me, we'll go get a steak together!”

“Touch him…” The Elf threatened softly as the Dwarf reached out, “…and this is the last time we will see a peaceful recruitment. You know the rules. They have to make their choice alone, and anything we do besides informing them of their options will be seen as an act of aggression. Help him or hurt him before he chooses, and all potential recruits start spawning into a dungeon.”

A look of sorrowful hesitation crossed the Dwarf’s face, and he reluctantly dropped his hand. “I’m sorry that I cannot take this moment to do right by you, human. Arrow-Head over there has a point. There are precious few places where we can be in the same area without killing each other directly. If one of us messes this up, it will mean a demotion, at best.”

The Elf turned on the Dwarf and spat to the side. “Arrow-Head? Ah, my ears; I see. Yes, personal attacks are exactly what I expect from rabble such as you. Eventually, we will meet on the field of battle, and I will teach you that there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond the heavens. Your secular ways truly shine through with everything you do.”

Joe wheezed, but only frothing bubbles came out of his mouth as he tried to force his lungs to voice the words he wanted to speak. He couldn't get out more than a pained grunt, and the Elf and Dwarf were forced to watch without helping as the energetic environment of the second Zone slowly crushed and suffocated him over the next hour.

There was only one benefit to this terrible pressure: it counted as characteristic training all by itself.

Characteristic training complete. +1 Strength, Constitution, Wisdom, Perception. Caution: there appear to be massive downsides to training in this style!

You have died! Calculating: you have lost 4,400 experience! You will respawn in 12 of Zone Two’s hours!

Joe blinked and found himself in his respawn room. He sank into the giant bean bag cushion that appeared in the center of