Apocalypse: Fairy System Macronomicon (a book to read txt) 📖

back and forth rapidly one time, Jeb was able to create a machine that cut a thumb-sized hole through everything between itself and a point about thirty feet out.

A machine that was currently embedded in his fancy footwear.

Jeb fed a trickle of Myst into the Annihilation lens, cutting a hole through the assassin’s last known location, along with the bottom of his heel.

Whomp!

Unfortunately, the sound it created wasn’t a cool ‘pew, pew’, but was rather something akin to a tennis ball travelling out of a plastic tube at high speed, due to air collapsing in around the travelling focal point.

“Agh!” The remains of the table on top of the assassin bucked up and swatted Jeb out of the air, sandwiching him against the wall.

“What’s going on back there!?” The sound of running feet outside made it into the tiny room just as Jeb peeked above the edge of the frayed table pinning him into the corner of the room.

In the center of the dimly-lit interrogation room, the assassin clutched a bleeding hole in his shoulder, watching Jeb with fury dancing in his eyes.

“Stay or go?” Jeb asked, shakily aiming his foot at the attacker. He honestly didn’t have any idea what he could do if the man decided to take Jeb out real quick before he fled. There wasn’t much he could do at this point.

He’d already exhausted the element of surprise, his hidden ace, and his ability with Myst, in about five seconds of combat.

But the other guy didn’t know that.

With a wordless snarl, the assassin drew a cowl over his face, the fabric turning hazy and transparent, before he turned and ran, slamming into the door and blowing the interrogators off their feet.

I hope they broke something just now, Jeb thought sourly as he watched Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum roll on the floor in agony through the unhinged door. The closer one clutched his wrist where it had been smashed by the handle.

Hah! Jeb sobered for a moment of thought. Seems awfully premature to send an assassin after me. The people who were ‘dealing’ with the problem Jeb represented had barely begun to exercise their legal options. Why on earth would they default to an assassin when arresting him was pretty much a slam-dunk?

Unless…the assassin is working for someone else?

From there, it didn’t take much effort to figure out who Jeb had pissed off over the last couple months.

Most of them, like the sand-pirates, were dead already, but Jeb could think of one person in particular that might have both a pulse, and an itty-bitty bit of a sore spot in regards to him.

Garland Grenore.

I wonder if he actually paid the assassin, or just gave him an IOU?

Of course, nothing was for certain, but it made a lot more sense than the reaper sending a hitman after him when Jeb was a relative unknown who was already being taken care of.

Oh well. When I see the assassin again, I’ll kick his ass…her ass? Wait, what did they look like?

Jeb’s memory of the entire time before the man pulled down his translucent cowl showed him a blurred face. Jeb’s only clue was that the assailant was a keegan male. Probably. Judging by the clothes...

Goddamn magic hoods! Now he can walk right up and try to shiv me again!

For that matter, why did the assassin try to kill me now when he probably assumed I’d be killed on reaper charges in less than a week?

***Kol Rejan***

“That was stupid,” Kol muttered, staunching the wound in his shoulder as he leaned against the wall of his room at the inn. He’d assumed the human would be easy pickings after being worked over for an hour by the local police.

Slip in, take the Impact, slip back out, easy as hosh-spice. Kol knew he could’ve waited for the human to get convicted and executed and called the job done, but he got lazy and greedy. He wanted to cut his time in Solmnath short, and hated missing out on levels.

All those motivations convinced him that killing a human with two broken arms would be easy. And it should’ve been.

“Fucker hid a wand in his leg,” Kol muttered as he disinfected the needle and thread in melasian moros. The drink was only good as a disinfectant/firestarter/explosive anyway.

Fucker’s also a Myst user. Which would have been nice to know, Grenore.

Kol shook his head. My job, my responsibility. He should’ve done more research into this Jebediah Trapper, but he was a human. Why bother? There, laziness popping up again.

Unless it was one of the few humans that miraculously survived the Impossible Tutorial, they couldn’t hold a candle to Kol’s power. At least, hypothetically. Kol had memorized the list just in case, too, and there was no Jebediah Trapper on it.

Apparently I was wrong. Should’ve charged more.

Kol hissed with pain as he began sewing the wound shut.

Now I’ve got a big-ass hole in my shoulder because I was lazy. Lesson learned.

Kol’s new strategy was to hang around Solmnath and heal until they executed the human, then call it a job well done.

And if he doesn’t get executed…I’m going to have to re-evaluate my strategy.

That nagging tug from Kol’s Class continued to point out the location of his prey, even as he finished dressing the wound. He wasn’t moving. Excellent.

***Jeb***

Once the assassin was gone, the two ‘detectives’ asked some rather pointed questions about who the man was, and while Jeb had some idea, he couldn’t say anything for sure without possibly lying. Of course, these questions eventually turned toward why there was a twenty-four foot hole in the floor, and not being able to directly lie, this led to Jeb’s improvised weaponry being confiscated.

Several hours into the second round of questioning, there was another knock on the