I didn't know how long I was out, but the fact that I had my thinking capabilities back meant that I was conscious again... And that was not a sentence I did not just think to myself. Nope... I swear, I'm fluent in English.."h.y..."Then again, I wasn't really a native speaker, wasn't I... I learned English through copious amounts of reading and consuming foreign media. Constant exposure to the internet was also a massive influence in making me good at the language, I think. Well, I couldn't speak it well enough back then, but being a doctor kind of forced me to get good at speaking English at a much faster pace than I was comfortable with. And that was coupled with the unwanted presentations and research orations that I had to fucking do because I had no choice if I wanted to graduate."Yo. a..ke?"Still, I was kind o
I froze on the spot, my eyes widening as the trio all stared at me expectantly. "You do have a plan to get us out of here, right?" the Decimal asked once again, a hint of doubt now coloring his tone as opposed to earlier. "You wouldn't risk your life like this if you aren't sure that you can get us all out of here alive." I fought the grimace trying to form on my face. Now that I was actually here, I just realized that I really had no fucking clue as to how I'm supposed to get us all out of this mess. Plan... What did I have for a plan to get out of here? "What? Did Lady warrior not have a plan?" the male Den mockingly asked as he crossed his arms in wait. "I could've sworn you were supposed to save us." "Phillipe, stop it," the yellow-haired woman calmly tried to reprimand her companio
A bit of time has passed since the Decimal supposedly left us out to die, and while the two were twiddling their thumbs and watching me do my thing, I was actually trying to do something with the scrap of metal we were left with. I already determined the heap to be enough to make at least one suit of armor if I really stretched it, and if my first iteration of the impromptu heat suit actually worked, then I had to at least start on making the second set of armor for these two to wear. Livia wasn't yelling at us yet, so either he died, or he was still navigating his way out of this mess.Huh... That was actually pretty fucking stupid of me, wasn't it..."How'd you do it?"I raised an eyebrow as Phillipe asked me the burning question. It wasn't even anything special; just a fairly simple copy and paste job that any decent Denominator was capable of d
Efficiency was something I've always preached about even back in the old world. As an avid procrastinator, the little time that I do dedicate to actually working had to be short and sweet; in a way that would enable me to do more procrastinating simply due to how little time was actually needed to effectively do all the work. Take, for example, a time-consuming errand to sort some papers out. A normal nine-to-five worker would probably make it happen in about half of their work shift by half-assing it the whole way through. Meanwhile, I'd probably do it either in the beginning or during the end of my shift just by putting in the effort into it. I mean, why waste effort not doing it properly due to laziness when you could just do it in a whirlwind and waste the rest of your time doing nothing? Wasn't that the express purpose of being the ultimate procrastinator."I thought we're making the armor now?"
I found myself sitting on the ground as I let my fingers run through the improvised suit of armor Phillipe made. Observing every unnatural seam I encountered for any sort of weakness or holes, I licked my lips as I held the hammer in my right hand; my mind already running through a dozen permutations of the same few runes as I weighed their pros and cons for the given situation.In such a scenario where the suit of armor was a literal piece of shit hacked together with duct tape and sheer force of will, the number of runes this thing could possibly support was drastically reduced due in part to the lack of actual stability and sturdiness of the armor in question. The seams were doing a spectacular job of holding it all as one cohesive unit, but it will never be as good as making the entire thing in a single cast of pure iron. Not that it was bad by any definition. It was still the best thing we'd ever get
It wasn't much, but it was an honest attempt, all things considered."It wasn't enough for two..."Looking at the situation from a logical standpoint, it was obviously not going to be a pretty ride for the one person that would go without the armor. With Livia clearly out of breath from even staying out in the heat for too long, I'd be remiss to send her out there again. Not to mention the fact that I was feeling rather lazy in terms of actually waiting for another material run just to make a suit of armor that would clearly be mine to use, and you'd get a recipe for infighting that my sister would be remiss to lose despite my pleas for her to calm down."What do you mean it wasn't enough?!""I mean it wasn't enough!"I sighed in the background as I watched Livia tear the two poor Dens a new
Hello, dry heat. We meet again as you sear my face straight into my skull.While it wasn't as bad as the first time that I traversed this hellscape, the scale of 'bad' in this current situation was more like dunking my face straight in a glowing oven than bracing for a rather dry midday desert. And even then, I think that analogy paled in comparison to the amount of pain I was currently experiencing. Every pore in my body felt like it was shriveling up to the heat as I took one step at a time into this orange-laden landscape, my eyes stinging with every second I spent trying to completely open them to see where I was going.Well, at least the people following behind me weren't going through the same experience. I can take satisfaction with that."S-sis..." I heard Livia pant behind me. "C-c-"I slowly raised my right ha
What's my motivation?Well, that's just obvious, right? So long as Livia was alive and kicking, then I'm damn hell sure that I won't just drop dead at the slightest inconvenience. Perhaps this really was the only driving force in my life right now. Self-preservation? An end-goal? Even a plausible dream kind of paled in comparison to my sister's safety. It wasn't really rocket science.Then again, I've never been really good at complex calculations beyond what I learned through the one year I had in engineering.Perhaps if I really stressed my brain, I could probably wring some more calculations out of me, but why was I even thinking about such things right now? Oh right... The mind-numbing task of climbing up this flight of stairs was doing a number on my calves.As of now, the four of us were climbing up to the top of