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Chapter 203: Bonus chapter (Magic castle reward)



Chapter 203: Bonus chapter (Magic castle reward)

"He's got you there, sis," she said, clapping Shadow on the back. "Come on, let's show our new friends to their accommodations."

As they wound their way through increasingly narrow and grimy streets, Zafron couldn't shake the feeling that they were descending into the bowels of the Undercity.

[Your observational skills are as keen as ever, my lord. Perhaps next you'll deduce that water is wet.]

'Your support is truly heartwarming, Calista. Just so you know, you were my least favourite back in limbo!!' Zafron retorted in his mind, silencing what he otherwise assumed was an angry assistant.

Finally, they stopped in front of what could generously be called a door. It was more of a sheet of corroded metal hung in a crumbling archway.

"Home sweet home," Shadow announced with a flourish.

Zafron and Matilda exchanged a look of dismay as they took in their new "living space." It was barely large enough for two people to stand in, with a single, mold-encrusted mattress taking up most of the floor space.

"You can't be serious," Matilda said, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

Whisper shrugged. "Hey, it's got a roof. Mostly. And the air's only slightly toxic. You two lovebirds should be cozy enough."

[How thoughtful of them, my lord. Perhaps we should inquire about the complimentary plague rats.]

Zafron pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. "Right. Well, thank you for your... hospitality. I think we can take it from here."

The twins exchanged a look that Zafron couldn't quite decipher. "Sure thing, pretty boy," Shadow said. "We'll be in touch. After all, we've got a heist to plan, remember?"

With that, they melted into the shadows, leaving Zafron and Matilda alone in their new "home."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then, Matilda let out a laugh that bordered on hysterical.

"Well," she said, gesturing at the squalid room, "it's not exactly the royal palace, is it?"

Zafron couldn't help but chuckle. "Look on the bright side. At least we don't have to worry about burglars. There's nothing worth stealing."

[Except perhaps for any lingering illusions of dignity, my lord.]

As they settled onto the dubious mattress, trying to find a spot that wasn't actively growing something, Zafron's mind whirled with everything they'd learned.

The distribution nodes, the crystal economy, the clear social hierarchy... it was all starting to paint a picture. A grim one, to be sure, but one that might just have a few cracks they could exploit.

"So," he said, turning to Matilda, "ready to plan our daring escape from the inescapable prison?"

She smiled, a glint of her old fire returning to her eyes. "Absolutely. But first," she held up a finger, "you're going to tell me exactly how you pulled off that slime trick in the arena."

Zafron grinned. It was going to be a long night, but for the first time since they'd arrived in this underground nightmare, he felt a glimmer of hope.

[Do try to keep the pillow talk to a minimum, my lord. Some of us don't have the luxury of tuning out your incessant chatter.]

'Love you too, Calista,' Zafron thought, settling in for what promised to be a very interesting conversation.

Zafron took a deep breath, the air tasting stale even through his new mask. He turned to Matilda, her expectant gaze boring into him.

"Alright," he said, "you might want to sit down for this. It's... a bit of a wild tale."

Matilda raised an eyebrow but complied, settling onto the least moldy part of the mattress. "I'm all ears."

Zafron ran a hand through his hair, wondering where to begin. "Remember back in Astoria, when I got stabbed by Gustavo?"

Matilda's eyes darkened. "How could I forget? You nearly died."

"Well, the thing is... I kind of did. Die, I mean. Or at least, I was pretty close to it."

[A masterful understatement, my lord. You were about as close to death as one can get without actually crossing over.]

Ignoring Calista's commentary, Zafron continued. "While I was... out, I met someone. Or something. A goddess, I think."

Matilda's eyes widened. "A goddess? Like, an actual deity?"

Zafron nodded. "She called herself Aphrodite. And there was Eros, whom I never met but word was I had... potential. Aphrodite put me through some trials in a place she called Limbo. And when I passed, she gave me...

well, this."

He gestured vaguely at himself, not quite sure how to explain the concept of a 'system' to someone who'd never heard of such a thing.

To his surprise, Matilda didn't look as shocked as he'd expected. Instead, she nodded slowly, a look of understanding dawning on her face.

"I knew it," she murmured. "The day after you got stabbed, you were almost completely healed. I thought maybe you had some kind of magic, but this... this is something else entirely."

Zafron blinked. "You're taking this remarkably well."

Matilda shrugged. "After everything we've been through? A goddess giving you magical powers is hardly the strangest thing I've heard. So, tell me about this 'system' of yours."

[Perhaps the lady doth accept too easily, my lord. One might wonder if she has secrets of her own.]

Zafron pushed Calista's suspicions aside, focusing on explaining his newfound abilities to Matilda. He told her about his status screen, his skills, and most importantly, his Slime Manipulation ability.

"So that's how you pulled off that trick in the arena," Matilda mused. "But wait, if you have all these powers, couldn't we use them to escape?"

Zafron sighed. "It's not that simple. My powers are... growing, but they're not unlimited. And this place..." He gestured at the walls around them. "This isn't just a prison.

It's like a whole other world."

Matilda's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Think about it," Zafron said, warming to his topic. "When we fell through that sand, we didn't just end up in some underground cavern. We're in a place with its own sky, its own ecosystem. It shouldn't be possible."

[An astute observation, my lord. Perhaps there's hope for you yet.]

"But how?" Matilda asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What kind of magic could create something like this?"

Zafron shook his head. "I don't know. But that's what we need to figure out. We need to understand this place if we're ever going to have a chance of escaping it."

Matilda nodded slowly. "And the people here... they've built this whole society. Why haven't they tried to escape?"

"Exactly," Zafron said, snapping his fingers. "That's the million-unit question. What do they know that we don't?"

[Perhaps they simply enjoy living in squalor and breathing toxic air, my lord. Some people have peculiar tastes.]

'Not now, Calista,' Zafron thought, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

Matilda must have noticed his expression because she tilted her head curiously. "What's so funny?"

Zafron hesitated for a moment before deciding to come clean. "Remember how I said the goddess gave me a system? Well, she also gave me... a companion, three. Of sorts."

"Three companions?" Matilda echoed, looking around the tiny room as if expecting to see someone else.

"Not a physical one," Zafron clarified. "More like... a voice in my head. The one currently active now, her name's Calista. There's Aurelia and of course, Thera"

Matilda's eyes widened. "You have voices in your head? And you're just mentioning this now?"

[Oh, don't take it personally, dear. He's not the best at sharing. Or thinking. Or much of anything, really.]

Zafron winced. "Calista... She's not always the most supportive."

To his surprise, Matilda burst out laughing. "Oh, this is perfect. You've got a snarky goddess-given what?... artificial intelligence in your head. Because why not, right?"

Her laughter was infectious, and soon Zafron found himself chuckling along with her. The absurdity of their situation, from the impossible prison to the divine AI, suddenly struck him full force.

As their laughter died down, Zafron's expression turned serious. "Look, I know it's a lot to take in. But I promise you, I'm working on a plan. We're going to figure this out and find a way home."

Matilda reached out and squeezed his hand. "I know you will. We will. Together."

[How heartwarming. Shall I play some romantic music to set the mood? Perhaps something in the key of 'Impending Doom'?]

Ignoring Calista's commentary, Zafron stood up. "For now, though, we need to rest. And as luxurious as this mattress is," he wrinkled his nose at the moldy surface, "I think I can do better."

Concentrating, he extended his hand. A stream of red slime flowed from his palm, quickly taking shape into a comfortable-looking bed. With a thought, he solidified it, creating a clean, dry surface.

Matilda's eyes widened in appreciation. "Now that's a nice trick."

Zafron grinned. "It has its uses. Come on, you should get some sleep. We've got a lot to figure out tomorrow."

As Matilda settled onto the slime bed, her mask securely in place, Zafron couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. They were trapped in an impossible prison, surrounded by dangers they barely understood. But they were together, and they had resources their captors couldn't even imagine.

[Yes, yes, the power of friendship and all that. Just remember, my lord, in a place like this, trust is a luxury you may not be able to afford.]

'Always the optimist, aren't you, Calista?' Zafron thought wryly.

As he settled in for the night, his mind raced with questions. How was this underground world created? What kind of magic could bend reality to this extent? And most importantly, why hadn't anyone escaped?

One thing was certain: the answers to those questions were the key to their freedom. And Zafron was determined to find them, no matter the cost.

[Well, at least you're thinking now. It's a start. Just try not to get us killed in the process, hmm?]

With Calista's 'encouraging' words echoing in his mind, Zafron drifted off into an uneasy sleep, dreams of crystal towers and impossible skies filling his head.


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