Apocalypse: Generic System Macronomicon (miss read books TXT) 📖

fell off, bonking him on the skull before it rolled a couple feet away.

“ow.”

Jeb’s spine creaked dangerously as he straightened it before he pulled himself out of the man-sized divot in the clearing.

Jeb hauled himself to his knees, rubbing his back as the sun was gradually choked off by the enormous swarm of high-level monsters surrounding the safe zone, buzzing, flapping, growling and generally making a din.

When he looked in front of himself, he saw Eddie staring at him, mouth gaping. The warrior had his hand elbow deep in Jeb’s duffle bag, and a good portion of the contents were strewn around the packed earth of the Safe Zone.

“What, um…what am I looking at, exactly?”

Jebediah Trapper

Mystic Trapsmith, Level 32

Body 16

Myst 58 +2

Nerve 21 +3

Abilities: Mystic Trigger

2 Stat points remaining

Finger-gun clips: ‘ack’ X10 ☑ ‘pip’x10 ☑ ‘kip’ X10 ☑  ‘Alpha Strike’ ☠

Full auto: ‘Juggernaut’☑ ‘Mark of Cain’☑

Cane Auto: x4 BP ☑ HR ☑ BD ☑ OD ☑

Cane Manual: x2 ‘just getting started’☑ ‘alt blinks’☑

Shield: x4 ☑

Armor: head ☑ torso ☑ legs ☑ upper arms ☑ lower arms ☑

Projectile reflection x50 ☑

Safety Phrases: restraints ‘3W’ ☑ ‘Scarabs’ ☑ ‘Plitskin’ ☑ ‘no homo’ ☑ ‘Room full of Charlies’☠

Grenades ‘go boom’: ‘nut’ ☑ ‘rock’ ☑ ‘knife’ ☑ ‘authorize magical girl transformation’☠

Aerial Bomb: x10 ý

Chapter 11: Generic Villains

There was pandemonium in the camp as people snatched up weapons, leaping to their feet and preparing to defend themselves, but Jeb only had eyes for his bag and the douche with his hands in it.

Jeb cleared his throat.

“What did you do!?” Eddie shouted, dropping Jeb’s bag and pointing at him, deliberately raising his voice so everyone could hear. “This guy brought the monsters to the safe zone! How could you do that!?”

Nice red herring.

Jeb raised a brow, grabbed his pegleg and blew the dirt out of it before putting it back on his stump and climbing to his feet – foot –. A slowly growing knot of people were growing around him, following Eddy’s lead.

“What the hell?”

“Do you have any idea –“

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Jeb said, picking up his duffel and pulling The Penetrator out of it, along with its tattered spearhead cousin. “Let’s put a pin in this conversation until the buffet of free levels is gone, whaddya say?”

He imbued the two blades with Myst and sent them streaking up into the dense cloud of baddies swarming around the invisible dome. Jeb pulled up a seat next to a fire and grabbed someone’s uncooked monster-meat on a stick, warming his foot next to the rack lining the firepit while he watched the skies.

If it weren’t for the harsh screams of dying monsters and the shouting of the locals, it would have been a nice relaxing camp-slash-BBQ.

Eddie and others watched in awe as Jeb’s blades plunged through creature after creature around the top of the dome, creating a hail of dead bodies falling to the earth. Thankfully no one remaining was weak enough to be seriously injured by something big falling on them.

Except maybe him and Ron.

It didn’t take more than a couple seconds for the quicker-witted members of the community to see the obvious benefit of having a semi-permeable forcefield in their favor, as anybody with a bow, spear or particularly long sword began killing the monsters from the safety of the Safe Zone.

You have gained a level!

You are now level 33!

In about half an hour, the swarm of monsters was substantially reduced and limped back to the World Tortoise, their fury spent.

Littering the ground in and around the safe zone were thousands of bodies of monsters of every description. Ron was busily sorting through them, resurrecting the most powerful ones he could find that were in good condition.

A few of them could still fly, even.

“What the hell were you thinking!” Eddie said, grabbing Jeb’s shirt and hauling him out of his seat. “What if they had trapped us in here? What if they could’ve attacked through the wall!?”

“I was thinking,” Jeb said, prying the man’s fingers off his shirt. “That if you couldn’t beat those monsters with a Safe Zone protecting you, you definitely couldn’t beat them out in the open. It would be better to know that now than to rush into death.”

“Those were the monsters that defend the World Tortoise!” Jeb shouted, raising his voice and gathering even more attention. “It wasn’t all of them, either! I wanted you all to get a taste of what you’re up against!”

“Who here got a level from this?” Jeb asked. Hands started going up, and they didn’t stop.

“You put us in danger –“

“Everyone here is going to be in danger tomorrow. I single handedly gave every person here the opportunity to level and grow more powerful, while simultaneously weakening the turtle’s defenses, and got us a thousand meat-shields in the process,” Jeb said, motioning to Ron.

“What did you do in that time except dig through my bag looking for something to steal?”

The problem with soundly defeating stupid with words was that they had a tendency to take it poorly. Case in point.

Eddie punched him in the face.

The fist came faster than Jeb could react, smashing into his nose with the force of a goddamn truck.

The femtosecond the bones in Jeb’s nose began to crack, the ‘armor’ Mystic Trigger on his head activated, seizing everything in the vicinity of his head and flinging it away. In this case, Eddie’s fist, and by extension, Eddie.

Eddie flew backwards like an arrow, dragged through the air by his right arm, flopping like a fish on a hook until he violently impacted a large tree on the edge of the Safe Zone.

Jeb staggered backward, blinking tears out of his eyes. Getting punched in the