111 Chapter 111 (1/2)
Chapter 111
”What are you wearing?” James opened his eye to his beloved DCO and was suddenly taken back by what he saw. Rue, his fun loving, good natured, sarcastic and playful pixie, had changed her wardrobe. Maybe it was an upgrade? He wasn't exactly sure.
The pixie had changed out her typical, somewhat revealing and teasy pixie garb. In its place, she was wearing, well, essentially, battle armor. James didn't know any other way to put it. She was clad, from the neck down, in shimmering, form fitting, silver armor. Surprisingly, she had gone for an almost practically set of armor, much different from the cliché fantasy RPG armor, that was just essentially a metal bra and panties. James was really not sure how he felt about that… part of him kind of wanted to see the pixie in that type of armor.
Focus. James shook his head, chasing the image away. Later. After this war, he could daydream and fantasize. For now, though, it was all business.
”Obviously it's my war gear.” The pixie stuck her tongue out at him and waived her hand. Instantly, a flash of light covered James. After a brief moment, as the light paused, James noticed his tentacles had changed. With a grin, he pulled up an image of himself. His orb was now clad in a dark red metallic looking armor, and his tentacles were covered in what appeared to be a multitude of metallic scale armor pieces, with various spikes sprouting from them. Honestly, if he had seen himself as a monster in a game, he would be intimidated. Though, obviously, all the flashy armor for himself, and Rue, was just that, flashy, and unnecessary.
”Was that really-” Rue cut him off as he spoke and waived her hand again. This time, the document he sent her opened up in front of the two of them. She flew over to him, her armored wings seeming to make a slight hum as she neared him and sat atop his core.
”It's thematical.” She commented, as she turned towards the document. With a waive of her hand, she pulled up a second one, grinning. ”Also, it seems Xander can't be too much of a dick to us. Since this whole event is being broadcast to the world.”
James had forgotten that point. And he glanced around panicked for a moment. That was right, the Dungeon War was going to be broadcast to every DCO player in the world. That meant, Xander wouldn't be able to interfere. It also meant, win or lose, the outcome would not be able to b debated. This was as much a showcase of the new feature, as it was a broadcast of the very even that would define James's life.
”No pressure, eh?” He mumbled, but his eye widened as he saw what exactly the second set of notes was.
Dungeon War Guide for Dungeon Cores.
”Did we really?” He didn't even have to finish his sentence. The other guide, the one Z had sent him, was the guide for players. But it looked like, Xander, for once, hadn't completely decided to screw James over. He figured the developer was extremely confident in BLANK, and James had an inkling that if Xander had decided to cheat and withhold information from James, the duo might actually be pissed off. Elite gamers, after all, hated cheating. If they were going to win, it was because they were better. So, that competitiveness, that arrogant drive, actually seemed to have played out in James favor.