The Demonic Games (Disgardium Book #7): LitRPG Series, Dan Sugralinov [the read aloud family TXT] 📗

understand why. They themselves had asked me in their first email to keep my Threat status secret, and warned me that if I opened up to anyone, even outside Dis, they’d know about it. In other words, it wasn’t news that they could read thoughts through the capsules… So then what was the corporation trying to hide?

Towards the end, as usual, they asked me stupid questions. The streamers even wanted to know what Michelle thought of my — ha-ha! — already clear link to Destiny. But even that torture eventually ended.

As Kerry and I walked out of the media center, I ran into my allies. Vito Painter suggested we celebrate the day’s success at Boom Boom and discuss the next day’s strategy. I was already yawning. I hadn’t even slept the night before! First I was discussing plans, then talking to Destiny. So we agreed only to discuss strategy, not to celebrate.

“I don’t see a reason yet,” I said in answer to attempts from the girls to change my mind. I looked for Destiny, but she’d already gone to her room.

Over the day, our list of officers had been decided: Quetzal from Excommunicado, Hellfish from Travelers, clanless Meister, and ice mage Kara, a top representative from Modus.

Getting closer to Renato Loyola bothered me. Hairo and Willy had warned me that the Exco leader Colonel had a grudge against me. Moreover, the South American clan rubbed shoulders with the United Cartel, who were watching and waiting for a chance to catch me. Memories of Diego Aranzabal, when only Divine Revelation had saved the clan from certain death, were still fresh in my mind. But I was safe at the Games, and I had to concentrate on them. So I squashed my doubts and went to Boom Boom with a crowd of allies, all talking and laughing.

They all started drinking right away at the club, wanting to put the day’s stress behind them. The raid officers knew the place like the back of their hand. They led me to a private room.

The men placed an order and uncorked a couple of bottles of the strong stuff. While they were doing that, I checked a forum to see what was being written about me.

KeepCalm | +4.62m | 2 hours ago

 

That was one of the best days in the history of the Games! Drama in every fight, every word! Scyth’s monologue when he was carrying Marcus to the Pitfall made me look at the kid differently. You have to admit, he’s not the soulless and stuck-up chump we thought he was! And the part where he went against his own for sexy Des? Has to be love, boys! Ooooo!

 

Depressd | +3.27m | 6 hours ago

 

It’s all over, folks, let’s go home. I kept hoping Marcus would find a way to escape and not get eaten by Abaddon, but the Threat used yet another imba ability to stun the bruiser for a whole hour! And then he summoned a demon and zeroed the top one hundred… I predict that tomorrow is going to be boring as hell. Screenshot this!

 

By the way, Scyth’s pet is so joke. Bad enough it can’t go in instances, he has to feed it all the time too. You saw Scyth feeding his own to it, right?

 

Gottem | +2.64m | 4 hours ago

 

Replying to Depressd: You’re wrong about who Scyth fed to the pet — they were traitors. And it’s too early to count out Youlang!

 

We drew up a general plan: grind exp in the morning, starting with floor 23, to level up those who risked getting zeroed. Instead of going after Youlang, I would fully concentrate on leveling up the raid — it had to be quickly brought up to level 100. Nobody could say what would happen after that.

“There’s no point in planning too carefully when you’re around, Alex,” Quetzal said.

“True,” Hellfish agreed. “It’ll all go to hell anyway.”

Chapter 28. Freedom Day

WE REAPPEARED where we’d left our characters the night before — in the tavern. We wasted no time, just went straight to the Pitfall. To avoid risking my allies, I stayed close to them, keeping an eye out for Youlang. But the group moved fast enough — potions, food and buffs to movement speed helped. Apart from Bloomer lagging behind from his debuff, at least. He had Wobbly Legs.

Despot was waiting for us in the Pitfall — I sent him back there last night to keep him from terrorizing the villagers. Sensing us, he roared below, then materialized next to us an instant later.

The demon growled a greeting. Destiny moved behind me, shuddering, and I bristled too. Who knew what the devs might have come up with for today? But Despot had no plans to fight, just groghrred and grinned:

“Incredible! You undying simply disappear from the world, leaving no astral trace. Then you return just as suddenly! Prince Diablo would be interested to study this phenomenon…”

I didn’t bother explaining immersion to the demon. And not just because I didn’t have the time, but out of superstition too. That was all we needed, a demon learning about the real world! Instead, I took him off to one side and asked him to destroy Hox’s dagger, so I could keep Rindzin’s Ghostly Talon. The rusty knife disappeared down Despot’s throat, starting to melt as soon as it entered his mouth.

Remembering the epic sword I left in his lair, I decided to make my ally useful:

“You have nothing to do, Despot. Why don’t you go get that Blade of Bloody Tide from your dungeon? You know where it’s hidden?”

“Do I know? I hung it there! It will be done,” the demon rumbled.

Despot disappeared and reappeared several floors below, disappeared again… So that was how he moved? Something like my Depths Teleportation, only in shorter jumps.