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and hiss of scarab bodies ruptured by the heat of the flames.

You have gained a level!

You are now level 14!

Jebediah Trapper

Unclassed, Level 14

Body 10

Myst 29

Nerve 8

 

***Later***

***3 days 4 hours until the Safe Zones disappear***

“You sure you don’t wanna try one?” Jeb asked, holding out a cooked scarab. “Some butter and these things would taste just like crab.”

Jessica sighed and took the scarab out of his hand and popped its back off with her thumb before hesitantly scraping the meat out with her teeth, imitating him as best she could.

“Damn.” She said, looking down at the roasted insect in her palm with newfound respect.

“Right?”

The next time they went into the dungeon, Jeb took the lead, inching forward and carefully watching for any beams of light.

He spotted the beam right where it had been last time and drew a little circle around it with a piece of charcoal before continuing on.

Jessica dutifully hopped over the mark and followed after him.

The room was a simple set up, a square room with a lever on the left, a jewelry box on an altar at the far end, and an unlit candle nook on the right side.

Minus the trap, it was downright insultingly easy.

Jeb opened the jewelry box from a distance with telekinesis, wary of another trap, but nothing happened. The box contained the ‘circlet’ of Nerve.

As Jeb had feared, the circlet wasn’t big enough to put on his head. It was a tarnished silver ring just big enough to put on his pinkie finger.

It would be the right size for a fairy to wear on their head, though, He thought, holding the ring in his hand and staring intently at it. A moment later the item’s details showed up in front of him.

Silver adventurer’s ring of discretion.

+3 nerve

Commissioned by a noblewoman for her somewhat clumsy, somewhat dull-witted grandson, this ring subtly saved his life countless times before he made the dubious decision to trade it in for a shield with a stronger Body enchantment.

On paper, the trade was a numerical benefit, however, the young lad immediately set about testing his new shield in the poison-swamp, proving once again, that there is no permanent cure for stupidity.

“Not bad.” Jeb said, sliding it on his left pinkie. A moment later, he felt like he’d just woken up from a long sleep. He was alert, and aware, in a way he’d never really been before.

He felt like he’d been sleepwalking with his eyes closed. He could see where everything was, the light level in the room seemed to rise by several shades. Everything looked and sounded so vibrant, he could feel his blood pumping through his fingertips, his face, his cock.

Thinking about it made the problem worse.

“DID IT RAISE NERVE!?” Jessica shouted at him

“Stop shouting,” Jeb whispered, turning back to face her. He was immediately dumbstruck by the sheer beauty that stood in front of him.

“Wow, you’re pretty, even without the hair. In the sunlight it was just like orange fire, which was magnificent, but without it, you’ve got this sharp but luscious thing going on.”

She raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his crotch.

“THE EUPHORIA WILL FADE IN A COUPLE MINUTES. DON’T DO OR SAY ANYTHING YOU’LL REGRET!”

“Shouting!” Jeb said, clutching his ears.

Jessica smirked, but she didn’t say anything, just sitting her perfect body down, her pants tightening around her hips as she crossed her legs, watching him with amusement. He could see the way she filled out the armor, and he could imagine with perfect clarity how she was filling it up, her breasts squeezing against the plate as she breathed.

“I’m just gonna…face this direction for a minute,” Jeb said, turning away, taking deep, calming breaths. A minute or two later, his senses were no longer out of whack, and he was able to turn around without undressing his partner with his eyes.

Still pretty, but not intoxicatingly so.

“Out of all of the Attribute sicknesses,” Jeb said, glancing up at the ceiling, “I think that’s the most embarrassing one.”

“Really, what’s Myst sickness like?” Jessica asked, getting to her feet.

“It feels like someone’s tearing apart your skull, and you bleed from every hole on your face.”

“Yikes,” she said, throwing her sword over her shoulder.

The ceiling was made of tiled stone, but the center tile bore a picture of a blue scarab. A handful of scarabs crawled along the ceiling, content to stay on the tile.

More treasure? Why not?

“Gimme a boost,” Jeb said, pulling out his pocket knife. A couple awkward minutes later, he’d managed to pry the business end of the trap off the ceiling, revealing a delicately carved bone with a thousand tiny indents carefully carved into the surface. Blue scarabs crawled along its surface, but none of them were real.

Processed Starving-Beetle Summoning Myst Lens. (Large)

These bone-shaped lenses coalesce in the dunes of the Bogash desert, where insects fight for every scrap of food they can find. They are a novelty in most parts of the world, although there are some wizards from those exotic parts who use these lenses as part of their spell-work.

This Myst Lens has been worked to create 1024 equal-sized Starving Beetles, as part of a trap.

Jeb worked his knife behind it and carefully pried the square of bone out of the wall, dropping it in his pocket.

If nothing else, he could use it to make more food. Crab was arguably better than worm.

“Got what you wanted?” Jessica asked as she set him down effortlessly.

“Yep,” Jeb said, patting his pocket. “Got the business end of the trap.”

“Good, let’s go.” She said, pointing toward the exit.

Jeb was about to take his last hop out the door when iron fingers grabbed the back of his brigandine and yanked

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