Condition Evolution 2: A LitRPG / Gamelit Adventure Sinclair, Kevin (good beach reads .txt) 📖

I was aware the axe’s speech was going all over the place. I was beginning to think that I might be tripping.

“I did more than that. I stopped him from leaving your Mindscape, so you could beat him to death. Well, at least the portion of his mind that had entered yours. That was more than enough to kill him. By the way, that was an absolutely, beautiful double-kick you used to take him down. You do not see that shit too often.”

“You stopped him from leaving? You essentially killed him.”

“Yup! And couldn’t be happier. Now, I am yours. Let us kill some motherfuckers. Especially these dicks!”

“These are my crew mates. Though, they’re total dicks as you say, I can’t exactly kill them. But I’m not leaving without you, so here’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll try to move you over here. My telekinesis isn’t great, so bear with me.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll just come over to you. I can levitate myself you know.”

“No fucking way. Honestly?”

“Yup.”

“Sweet. Can you wait until I whistle, and then just shoot over here for effect?”

“Ooh, a bit of drama. I love it. I’ll be waiting for your signal, boss.”

With a plan outlined, I came out of my Mindscape. Ogun was talking to me, one hand on my shoulder “... okay, Shaun?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Sorry, just had a moment.”

“Well, sod off back to bed and have a moment there, dickhead,” someone shouted angrily.

“You really should go back to bed, Shaun,” Ogun added, then turned to the four competitors. “Until Shaun is fully recovered, the decision of whom the axe belongs to shall have to wait.”

“What!” came cries and other shouts of disbelief.

“It’s okay, Ogun. They can have the damn axe.”

“Thought you’d bottle it, Shane,” one of the men sneered, intentionally getting my name wrong.

“I don’t know what happened down there, but there’s no way you beat a Fystr,” Thor said.

I just shook my head in mock despair. “I hadn’t finished speaking, you fucking, fungal infested ball-sack.” I returned my focus back to Ogun. “Who are these guys? I can’t remember anyone being this obnoxious before we got left behind.”

“They’re from the Seshat, the ship from the Ukrainian base. Not that they are Ukrainian. They’re from across the world.

“Some of the better-performers in the space battle and the battle on the supply station have developed quite the ego. It’s unpleasant, but again, it’s not my place to correct. I’ve given you the tools to evolve. You have to choose how you’re going to use those tools. I just hope it was worth it,” he said it with a telling expression.

“I see. Well, as I was saying,” I said, turning back to the collection of fuck-nuggets. “You can have the axe if you can get it before me. First one to grab it, claims it.”

“Where from?” the woman asked.

“Wherever you are now,” I replied.

As one, they turned and started sprinting for it. They were pushing and jostling to get at it. I looked at Ogun shaking my head sadly, “I hope it was worth it too, but these guys are total wankers,” I said.

He looked at me quizzically, probably wondering what my play was.

I ignored his look and turned my attention to the competitors. I waited until they got to within a few feet of the axe and whistled. It shot straight into the air in an arc coming straight to my hand.

Ogun raised an eyebrow.

I was about to speak to him, when angry shouts came from the corner of the gym, “You fucking cheat! You didn’t say we could use telekinesis!’”

For the first time, Ogun interjected, “You agreed to the rules when you all ran, and the use of telekinesis was in no way prohibited. In fact, I am extremely disappointed that none of you thought to use the gifts which you have gained. I hope you all use better judgement when we next face the Fystr.” Ogun smiled at me and said, “Very impressive control of your telekinesis. I don’t think we have anyone who could manage that so smoothly. Perhaps not even me.”

There was definitely a question in that statement. I wasn’t sure whether to lie or just tell him the truth. I decided to ask the ancient axe. “Hey Axe, should I tell him that you are sentient?” I thought.

“I don’t know. It’s a tricky one,” replied the axe.

“If I don’t, it means lying to him. Which, I don’t know how long I can do because he could read my mind. He’s pretty powerful.”

“Just tell him then. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“He could take you off me.”

“Ha ha. No. He really couldn’t.”

I shrugged physically at the axe’s odd answer, then realized everyone was watching me. I couldn’t do much about it now, so I just spoke to Ogun. “The axe is actually sentient and can speak to me. It was the axe that came over to my hand itself. I didn’t use telekinesis.

“I first realized there was something different about it when I first saw it through the video cameras on the ship. It almost called to me.”

“Shaun,” he said, then paused for a long thoughtful moment. “I mean, how? Ember really was right about you. You seem to roll around in shit only to come out smelling of roses. A sentient weapon is something I have only heard about in whispers. I’ve never actually seen one in all my years. I didn't really believe they existed. Though I suppose if you have one, there must be others?”

“Oh, I definitely have one,” I said, trying to keep a smug expression from my face.

“If the stories are true, do you know how many people the weapon must kill? Let’s just say it is a lot.”

“The axe here reckons it gained sentience at around one-and-a-half million kills, though he has over two million now.”

“I knew Jotun quite well and he was a menace with that axe. It really would not surprise me if it had killed that many. I would not have