Road to Mastery: A LitRPG Apocalypse

Chapter 234: Tying Up Loose Ends

Chapter 234: Tying Up Loose Ends

The round-up was easy.

After the three wardens were defeated, including the late D-Grade centaur, the remaining guards surrendered. Their numbers had already been halved by Brock and the prisoners, anyway.

Brocks greatest injury from the fight was a deep purple bruise on his shoulder, caused by a guards mace. That guard survived the battle, only to receive a long, hard glare from Jack, which probably convinced him to start a more peaceful life in another part of the galaxy, if he made it out of here alive.

There was also a group of low D-Grade officials from the Exploding Sun who came to see what was going on. Seeing that the battle was already over, they left quickly.

That left Jack, Brock, the prisoners, and the guards.

I have many questions, Jack said after rounding up everyone, and I hope you will all answer them.

Yes, sir! the guards and prisoners replied, each struggling to seem more helpful than the previous person.

First of all, what are you doing here?

A cacophony of voices rammed into his ears as everyone started speaking together.

Silence! Jack ordered. Everyone shut up. You, with the red sword. Step forward and explain what is going on.

Yes, siiir.

The person hed pointed to was the only surviving peak E-Grade guard of the Animal Kingdom. He resembled a bipedal goat and spoke with a slight bleating.

Goatee, Level 124 (E-Grade)

Faction: Animal Kingdom (B-Grade)

The Animal Kingdom has a looot of enemies. We were tasked with traveling to the far side of the Exploding Sun constellation to pick up a captured group of criminals, then deliver them to Hell. We were currently on our way back.

And what have these criminals done?

The goatman hesitated for a moment. They were space pirates in our constellation, sir.

Bullshit! shouted one of the former prisoners, a heavily muscled woman with iron gauntlets. With all due respect, sir, we are not pirates. Were revolutionaries. We only attacked ships of the Animal Kingdom. Down with their tyranny! Down with their oppression! We are the Iron Bodies, and we will die saving the constellation!

The rest of the former prisoners, with the exception of Vanderdecken, cheered.

Jack massaged the ridge of his nose. Are you also part of their crew, Vanderdecken?

Uh, no, the man replied. The Animal Kingdom just randomly found me in this constellation, and they picked me up after seeing my planet of origin.

Then, what were you doing here?

Vanderdecken smiled widely. I joined a talent show on planet Elzin! he replied proudly, then raised three fingers. I even got third place, dude!

Jack closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then reopened. Thats great. Im happy for you.

I know, right? Im gonna be a rockstar!

But the Dao of Metal

Its a figure of speech, dude. He raised both his pinkies and index fingers. I will have my concerts, but I remain loyal to THE DEVIL! He also struck a chord on his guitar to emphasize his words.

The space revolutionaries looked at him oddly. You can join us if you want, said their leader.

I appreciate the offer, but no thanks. I am loyal to THE

We get it, we get it, Vanderdecken, Jack interrupted him before this turned into an impromptu concert. He then turned back to the goatee guardwho happened to sport the appropriate facial hair. Is what theyre saying true? Did they only attack Animal Kingdom starships?

We dont have all the data, sir the guard said. After receiving Jacks glare, he quickly added, but it is possible.

Okay. Then, heres what were going to do.

Jack paused there to make sure he was making the right call. On one hand, the Animal Kingdom was his enemy. On the other, these guards were his prisoners of war now. He couldnt just kill them offbe it in accordance with the Star Pact or the Geneva Convention.

Finally, he made sure he had everything in order. Space revolutionaries, he said. I am also an enemy of the Animal Kingdom. I respect your actions. You can take your stuff and go be free, or revolutionaries again, or whatever you prefer.

Thank you, sir. Their leader, the iron-gauntleted woman, stepped forward and placed both hands over her heart. You saved our lives. We will engrave this kindness in our heart, and use it to hit the space tyrants even harder.

It was just in passing. Dont worry about it.

The woman nodded respectfully and stepped back in line.

Guards, Jack continued, you are my prisoners of war, so I cannot just kill you off. At the same time, you seriously mistreated your prisoners before, so I consider you to have committed war crimes. You will wear the System-limiting manacles and be in the custody of the revolutionaries, who will decide your punishment in accordance with morality and galactic law.

The guards went a shade paler, while the revolutionaries wore devious smiles. However, Jack continued, staring at the revolutionaries strictly, I expect you to treat these people with respect and humanityor whatever the multi-species equivalent is called. You may imprison or execute them if you deem it proper, but I dont want any torture, inhumane conditions, or injustice because of your deeply-rooted hatred against their faction. You will not commit the same crimes they did. You will be just. Am I clear?

Yes, sir, the woman replied, looking down.

I need your word, leader of the revolutionaries, Jack told her seriously. Promise me, on your honor, that you will allow no mistreatment of these people.

She raised her eyes and looked at him. On my honor, I will not allow any mistreatment of these people. I will treat and punish them fairly. That, I swear.

Jack held her stare for a moment before she looked away. Good, he said. The guards were extremely relieved at this exchange, while the revolutionaries didnt seem to care too much. That concludes my business here. I will also loot the bodies of the four D-Grades I killed, as well as their tent and storage spaces. Everything else is yours.

Yes, sir, the iron-gauntleted woman replied, her gaze filled with admiration. Apparently, she approved of Jacks handling of the situation, and was even impressed by it.

Good, Jack said again, giving everyone a final look to make sure he wasnt forgetting anything.

What about me, Ja sir? Vanderdecken asked.

Youre coming with me. We still have some things to talk about.

Oh, score!

The entire time, Brock had stood by Jacks side, nodding in approval and emphasizing his big bros decisions with appropriately hard stares.

Unfortunately, the three wardens and the bounty hunter werent carrying anything particularly valuable. Jack only found a shrunken starshipmany of them possessed this feature, apparentlywhich he gifted to Vanderdecken. He also found three emerald credit cards. With Brock donating the fourthhed pocketed it at some point during the battleJack now had a wealth totaling to 80,560,011 credits, sixty million of which came from Torm the bounty hunter.

Their generous donation brought him very close to the hundred-million mark, which he needed to buy the telepathy function for his faction. That would allow him to communicate with the professor and find out what was going on in his absence, as well as coordinate his efforts with theirs.

In the meantime, he had Vanderdecken.

The two of them sat in the starship, while Brock flew them across the wasteland towards the teleportation town.

Dude What the hell have you been up to? Vanderdecken asked, looking around the starship in wonder. Youre an immortal now, and you have your own starship It is so much faster than the ones on Earth, too!

Jack smiled. Its a long story, my friend.

I have time.

Jack laughed. Fine. He then proceeded to summarily narrate his adventures to Vanderdecken, leaving out all sensitive subjects. By the end of it, the bards eyes were full of stars.

You conquered Trial Planet!? he asked, mouth gaping. Thatssensational!

It is, so use that knowledge wisely. Tell it to the professor, and let her distribute it as she sees fit.

You got it, dude.

Now, tell me about Earth, Vanderdecken, Jack asked, leaning forward. Suddenly, he was full of worry. What is going on back there?

And Vanderdecken spoke. He told Jack about the cold world war that ensued after the Tournament, where the Bare Fist Brotherhood and Flame River allied against the Ice Peak. About the battles for dungeons, the conflicts and subterfuge, the ambushes, the infiltrations, the war of misinformation conducted by both sides. How the planet was divided, only waiting for a spark before erupting into all-out war.

Jacks face was growing darker by the minute.

So, Alexander didnt sit still he said. Im glad that the professor and Vivi are okay, but this cannot go on. Maybe I should head back and squash the Ice Peak.

No! Vanderdecken raised his hand. You cant do that! If you do, the planetary overseer will intervene and kill us all!

Why? Im a native. I can do whatever I like on the planet.

Youre an immortal now, dude! If you show up on Earth and start attacking people, the Animal Kingdom will definitely twist that into an excuse to ignore the grace period and fight back. Theyve been trying to do that for a while nowactually, the alliance is constantly trying to avoid actions that can be interpreted as threatening the planets population, which would let the overseer intervene.

Jack frowned. So what? I cannot return to my own planet?

Not unless youre ready to fight the Kingdom. Come on, dude. I know this is hard, but you seem to be doing fine out here. Let us fight our own battle.

Jack snorted. Hmph. I wouldnt put you guys at risk; you know that. Its just frustrating.

Yeah, I understand.

Then againit doesnt change much, does it? My plan remains as is. Grow as strong as possible, then return to fight the overseer before the grace period is up. Even if my presence on the planet lets them break the rules, well destroy all the teleporters beforehand so she has no backup, and Ill kick her ass.

Kick her ass? The overseers ass? But thats impossible!

I can fight a late D-Grade now, and theres eight months remaining. Maybe its possible.

I I guess so, dude. I mean, the difference between a late D-Grade and a middle C-Grade cant be that large, right?

Jack thought back to the large gap in power between the E and D Grades, and didnt comment.

By now, theyd reached the teleporter town, where Vanderdecken could get his buzzer to eventually start the trip back. Jack also transferred him a hundred thousand credits; enough to cover all teleportation fees from here to Earth ten times over.

This is where our paths diverge, Vanderdecken. Ill be out of town for a bit, but you should be fine here. There are plenty of E-Grades around, Jack said after they exited the teleportation building. Send my greetings to everyone on Earth, okay? And let them know to hang on. I will be back before the grace period is up, and I will conquer Earth for us. Even if not with my own strength, Ill definitely find a way. Okay?

The mans eyes shimmered with unformed tears. You got it, dude! he said, rushing in for a hug. Go become great!

I will, Vanderdecken, Jack replied, holding the others back. I will.

As he watched the bard walk away, the weight of his entire planet had never been heavier on Jacks shoulders. Only now did he truly feel the responsibility he bore, as well as how far away from home he was.

He was lost in space, all alone.

Brock grabbed his shoulder. Jack turned, smiling at the sight of the short brorilla, who barely reached Jacks chest by now, reaching up to there. Right, he said. Im not alone. I never will be, because I have my brother.

Brock nodded, smiling. Bro.

Bro.

They settled down in a distant mountain range, where Jack could cultivate and test his powers as needed. Every time he did, they quickly changed locations, just in case there were more bounty hunters on the loose.

He also allocated his new status points. He had leveled up seven times after defeating the centaur warden and Torm. Since every level in the D-Grade gave ten stat pointscompared to two in the F-Grade and five in the E-Gradethis amounted to seventy points in total.

Once upon a time, it would have been an extraordinary amount. Now, it was just an everyday occurrence.

Still maintaining the 8-1-1 distribution that Master Shol had suggested, Jack put all the points into Physical. He then admired his status screen.

Name: Jack Rust

Species: Human, Earth-387

Faction: Bare Fist Brotherhood (D)

Grade: D

Class: Cosmic Fist (King)

Level: 139

Strength: 775

Dexterity: 725

Constitution: 745

Mental: 120

Will: 190

Dao Skills: Meteor Punch III, Iron Fist Style II, Neutron Star Body II, Brutalizing Aura II, Space Walk I

Daos: Dao Tree of the Fist, Dao Root of Indomitable Will (fused), Dao Root of Life (fused), Dao Root of Power (fused), Dao Root of Weakness (fused)

Titles: Planetary Frontrunner (10), Planetary Torchbearer (1), Ninth Ring Conqueror, Planetary Leader (1)

Killing things is still much faster than cultivating, huh

One battle had saved him weeks, if not months of effort. He needed that to reach his goal. All he feared was the path it signified

War, he thought, gaze hardening. To save my planetthe Animal Kingdom must suffer. And so they will.

But first, he had to visit the Exploding Sun. As much as he wanted to defeat the planetary overseer with his own power, he wasnt selfish enough to ignore more reliable ways of saving Earth.

Plus, he looked forward to meeting Master Shol again.

I wonder if he still qualifies to be my master, Jack thought, smirking. Were in the same Grade now. How will he react when he sees that? Hehe.

After cultivating for a day and gaining no more levels, the buzzer finally began to glow and hum. Jack and Brock returned to the teleportation town and waited in line. An hour later, it was their turn to stand before the teleporter.

Name, faction, and destination, said the guard, while a low D-Grade stared at Jack discreetly from the side.

Jack Rust. Bare Fist Brotherhood. Exploding Sun headquarters.

The guard and the D-Grade exchanged a subtle look. Both nodded. The teleportation fee is ten thousand credits per person, please, said the guard, extending a credit card.

Jack raised a brow at the sizable fee but said nothing. He touched his card to the guards, willed the twenty thousand transfer, and stepped in the teleporter with Brock.

Due to some function of the teleporter, only a single destination appeared before Jacks eyes: Field Nebula.

What a name, he thought, grinning, and chose it. Space lurched under his feetand, a few moments later, he finally arrived at the Exploding Sun.