Dungeon of Chance: Even Odds: A Dungeon Core Novel (Serious Probabilities Book 1) Jonathan Brooks (book recommendations txt) 📖

here to help the heroes, after all; it would be positively monstrous of us if we didn’t provide a means of healing themselves between fights.”

Did you…did you just make a joke?

“A joke?  I have no idea what you mean,” the baby dragonling said seriously in Clay’s head.  He couldn’t tell if she was telling the truth or not, but he forgot about it when she continued of her own volition.

“One thing with these Drop Chests that Heroes wouldn’t necessarily know is that there are different probabilities as to how many Chests will drop from a single monster,” she informed him.  “While each Drop Chest only contains a single item – the first room with the Health Bands aside – multiple Chests can drop from the death of a monster.  Here, take a look.”[8]

Clay received another probability chart, which was a little more complicated than some of the others he had seen.  From what he could understand, and with a little help from Dwight to clarify some things, there were two things that happened when a monster was killed – before anything else occurred.  First, there was the probability that multiple Drop Chests would, well, drop; with a 1-Star monster, this probability was very low at only 0.5%; a 10-Star, on the other hand, would have a 95% probability of having multiple Drop Chests.

If it was determined there were no multiple Chests dropping, then that was it and a single Drop Chest would appear.  If, instead, the probabilities said that there were multiple Chests, then it moved onto step 2.  Step 2 included probabilities of how many Chests would drop, with the probabilities over all of the Star Ratings primarily stacked towards just 2…but there could be as many as 5 Chests at once!  As one would think, that sort of probability was very low for a 1-Star – only about a 1 in 20,000 chance for 5 Chests – but a 10-Star was much higher – at a little less than a 1 in 10 chance.

Thank you for this information, Dwight.  Clay really was thankful, too, because every little bit of information he received from her was helping to make sense of everything.  The processes behind his dungeon were starting to be revealed, and it certainly made him feel like he was getting the hang of how things worked on a larger scope.  He was more than aware that he still had a lot that he needed to learn – but he was getting there.

“You’re welcome, Clay.  I had hoped that would help with your other…distraction.”

That was the other reason he was thankful.  When the quite attractive woman had absorbed the Support Class Orb, had floated above the ground without any clothes, and had ended up being even more attractive at the end of the process, Clay’s mind had practically shut down.  Now, he didn’t think of himself as a lecherous teenager like some of his peers back in Renton, but the sight of all of that was a bit much for him.  He was just glad that he didn’t have an actual body to embarrass himself, because when he saw the woman’s massive—

“This place has certainly changed from before,” he heard from where the Heroes were located.  He was so distracted looking at the new probability chart that he hadn’t noticed that the group was already assembled inside of the next room.  All but the new Support Class groupmate in her tight-fitting outfit were looking a little apprehensive; his “creepy” room was already having an effect on them.  None of them had ventured more than a step or two inside, and the hanging strips of ragged cloth and random placement of spiderwebs made it impossible for them to see the exit at the end of the room.

“I have to agree, Arcen.  I have a very bad feeling about this room…” the woman named Jeska said slowly as she tried to peer around the place to find any threats.  Clay’s Spiders were well-hidden and completely still, however, and would be hard to pinpoint unless one knew exactly what they were looking for.

Suddenly, his Explosive Shambler near the exit of the room decided that it was a good time to let out its low moan of expressive death, which Clay could see set the others even more on edge as a couple of them shuffled backwards a step.  “What was that?!” whispered the new member of their group – Kelty, if he had heard the name correctly – as she looked around with wide eyes.  Her breathing had quickened, and she looked ready to bolt; since this room was based on his childhood experience with a creepy cellar, he certainly understood the feeling.

“I don’t know, but I think it’s about time we found out.  If things get too rough…run,” the large man called Arcy or Arcen (Clay wasn’t precisely sure, as he had heard him called two different things) replied confidently.  He took a step forward, but he was stopped by a hand on his arm.

“Hold on, Arcy.  I want to activate one of my new skills first,” the Support Class woman said abruptly.  “This one is called ‘Dance of Strength’.”

She stepped back from the big man and started to dance…distractingly.  Her hips moved in a way that made Clay a bit uncomfortable, and her hands roamed over her blue outfit as if trying to smooth some wrinkles out of the skin-tight fabric – but there were none, of course.  A few seconds into her strange dance, a red aura surrounded her entire body, becoming brighter and brighter as time went on; after only about 10 seconds, it had gotten bright enough to become a little blinding.

Fortunately for the other Heroes, the red aura chose that moment to detach from the woman and float in front of her, before rapidly condensing down into two red spheres the size of a fist.  She finished her dance and