Double-Blind: A Modern LITRPG

Chapter 251

The bustle of motion that followed the chimeras defeat was chaotic at best. Ellison still wasnt responding to messages. That could be a bad sign but it could also be nothing. Communication wasnt his forte these days. Iris was fine. Fine, of course, being relative. Shed apparently fallen asleep, and considering how bad things were going to get in the coming days, I wanted her to get all the rest she could.

Shortly after the timer appeared, Aaron and Tyler had paired off, probably to discuss how to best manage the inevitable panic.

The second transposition event. We always knew it was coming. Guess now we knew when.

I forced myself to close the UI, and stood on the far edge of the reservoir, watching as a mix of civilians and Kinsleys mercenaries recovered the minotaurs remains. The bomb had done its job, and other than a few large chunks, the rest of him was more or less well-dispersed oatmeal. Sticky oatmeal. One particularly gruff looking man in dark fatigues was balancing on his tactical knee-pads on the off-white concrete, reflective light from an honest-to-god spatula bouncing as he scraped a particularly tough sample off the ground and placed it into a vial.

You sure this is the best use of our time? Kinsley said. Shed come down to check on me because she was worried, and after seeing the bloodied state of my clothes, was standing a few extra feet away. I get that he was regenerating but he looks very dead. Super, extra dead.

I sympathized. The store was probably getting traffic from everyone who noticed the timer, yet she had people out here on cleanup detail. Still, this was important.

I decapitated him, Kins.

She blinked. Before you blew him up?

More sawed. But yeah. I peered at her. Then, despite the fact that would dissuade most things from existing, he chased me down to lodge a complaint.

Kinsley absorbed that stoically. After a moment, she called out to her people. Make sure youre keeping the samples separated.

Steinbeck, a gruff man with a cheery disposition, took a break from whatever he was scraping up and knelt upright, broadcasting to the rest. You heard the boss. Handle with care. Wouldnt want to get thrown out a window.

A dark chuckle rippled through the mercenaries and civilians. At first, I took it as a generic joke coloring Kinsley as some power-hungry mob boss, but she shifted from side to side, lips pulling down in a scowl.

DidDid you actually throw someone out a window?

No. Kinsleys mouth set in irritation. He jumped.

I waited a beat. Like actually jumped or was assisted

Yes! Actually jumped. She sighed. Ive been meaning to tell you that the satellite science team finished up their research, but its been something of a busy morning.

That was the truth. The series of close-calls still rattled me, so much so that with the sudden change of subject it took a second to place what exactly she was talking about.

Hasturs potion. I realized. The reward hed offered me as incentive. Either out of coyness or a twisted personality, hed refused to say what it did, alleging I wouldnt believe him.

As much as I hate to admit it, you were right. Keeping the research team under guard felt wrong, but it probably saved our asses. On that topic, I highly, highly recommend you dont hold on to it and use it as soon as possible.

Slowly, I connected the dots. Its that valuable?

Kinsleys expression was dead serious. I mean Jesus Christ Matt, youre the best friend I have in the world and Im tempted to steal it just to auction it off.

You have more money than god. I reminded her dryly.

Yep. Kinsley nodded. And with upkeep, new acquisitions, paying these idiots decent wages, Im breaking even until the dust settles. If I auctioned that potion, Id have more money than the whole chicken-fucking pantheon.

Suddenly, I put it together. Kinsley wasnt being coy or dramatic by withholding what the potion did. More accurately, it legitimately spooked her enough that she didnt want to say whatever it did out loud.

What the hell is it?

So the guy you threw out the window was a researcher

I told you he jumped. And he wasnt just any researcher. Kinsley said glumly. Head researcher. Rare vocation, sharp as hell, and had a jar of Dum-Dum pops in his office. Gave me one every time I came by. Very well compensated. But despite that he got greedy, inventoried the potion, and when the guard team cut him off at the stairwell Kinsley clapped her hands with a loud snap. Dove through a window and ended up like a strawberry on the pavement. Five story fall. No idea how the moron thought he could survive that.

I absorbed that and waited. Send me the description.

What?

Barely processing what I was reading, I focused in on the highlighted square that covered Asuras Gift.

Jesus fucking christ. I slowly turned to look at Kinsley. Her typical devil-may-care expression was nowhere to be seen, overtaken by an overcast glumness. If this gets out

Yeah. Ive already taken precautions. Kinsley said. She hesitated. To be honest, Im not sure if theyre enough.

I understood completely. This wasnt just a cure-all. It was effectively a potion of immortality. Perhaps that was less valuable here in the dome, where any given day could potentially dish out more trouble than the average person could survive, but even so, there was the XP modifier, class utility, and amped up resistance.

It wasnt just valuable. It was priceless.

The only way to guarantee something like this stayed secret would be executing the research team almost immediately after the potions value was revealed.

Kinsley watched me, her expression grim. Other than the head researcher, the rest of my team has done nothing wrong. Theyre quiet, freaked out, but generally loyal. Maybe to the paycheck, but still. Plenty of people turned up their noses when they saw how young I was, regardless of what I was paying. Id rather not make ones who didnt regret it.

Of course.

I mean it, Matt.

I stared at her. Im not going to go after your people just because they have knowledge Id prefer they didnt. Even if I was willing to do that, word spreads. Its probably already too late.

She looked away. Okay.

I read through the description, making sure I hadnt missed any fine-print or serious downside. The system didnt always provide an itemized list of potential downfalls, but it often hinted. Yet, there was no hint as far as I could see. If the description was accurate, the tears were as powerful as they appeared to be.

Wait, I said, suddenly. When he gave it to me, Hastur claimed that once I figured out what it did Id realize I needed more than one. And that hed give me the second later once Id helped him.

Kinsley said nothing, just waited. She didnt seem surprised.

The first had an obvious use case. Saes insectile transformation weighed heavily on her. While it provided incredible speed and strength, the more monstrous aspects of her appearance were a constant drain on her psyche and severely restricted her ability to move freely in the open. All of which were near-direct consequences of my mistakes. Id been too full of myself to see how sloppy I was being in the early days, and while the role Id played in what happened was indirect, Sae had still suffered for it.

If I was reading it correctly, this potion could undo those effects.

Giving it to her was only fair.

Cures all injuries or defects regardless of age. Kinsley echoed.

Oh. Oh shit.

Iris.

I resented the term defect. And wanted to push back against the idea that my sister had some issue in need of correcting. If this was the old world, I might have done exactly that. Mom wasnt supposed to play favorites, of course, but Ellison had taken to saying that Iris was the best of us long before the dome came down. And for the most part, I believed he was right. My sister had an essential kindness in her that almost everyone around her lacked. She was always the first to lend a helping hand, to put herself out to aid someone else even to her own disadvantage. There just wasnt that many people like that left in the world. Part of me thought shed eventually grow out of it. The rest of me hoped she didnt.

There was nothing wrong with her. In any reasonable, civilized setting she was more than capable of working around her own physical disadvantages and excelling.

An image of a dark shape sliding down the slide behind her replayed in my mind, and I closed my eyes.

With danger everywhere and the possibility of a second event looming in the distance, I had to be purely rational about this. And as much as I hated it, the conclusion was obvious. No matter how protected she was, or how many safeguards I put into play, people who could hear the thunder coming had a higher chance of living through the oncoming storms than people who couldnt. The potion had plenty of secondary effects that further empowered that equationdamage and status effect resistance alone factored astronomically.

Of course, ignoring the minor downside that if Iris lived through the dome, shed outlive everyone she loved.

Fucking Darwin.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. Is it stored somewhere safe?

Safe as it can be. Kinsley said, not looking confident. But Ill still feel better when its nothing more than an empty bottle.

Kinsley was smart enough not to say it out loud, but I could guess. Shed probably stashed the potion in her sanctuary. Even if she was under duress, she couldnt retrieve the potion without entering her sanctuary first. Once inside, shed be able to forcibly eject anyone who accompanied her, and would have multiple points within a several mile radius to escape from back into the city.

Still, we were living in a time of unlimited possibilities. There was probably a way to get the potion out of her sanctuary we simply didnt know about. Which meant I needed to decide. And soon.

Ill need to talk to Sae.

Look, giving it to Iris makes sense. Kinsley said. From the way she was looking at me, I could tell shed already guessed how this would go. Sae may even see it that way. What happened to her is horrible, but theres no question her issue makes her more capable than if shed remained an ordinary User. But as soon as you tell her, it will give Hastur leverage over you. Hell be able to string you along until he gives you the second potion.

I know.

Then why tell her at all? Kinsley asked. She crossed her arms. We both know its only a matter of time before the Order turns on us. Pretty sure youd never agree to work with Aaron if you truly believed he was planning to make good on his terms. God knows I wouldnt, considering what those fuckers did to me. What theyre still doing to my dad.

I struggled to answer. Because at the beginning of all this, I probably would have agreed.

Too many people know what the potion does. If Iris miraculously regains her hearing, it might be possible to explain it away as some class affect or ability. But if Sae hears about the potion after the fact and connects the dots itd put us in vice.

Of course, that was just the rational explanation, the one Kinsley would accept. The truth was more complicated. While everything Id said was accurate, what was really sticking in my gut was that I didnt want to lie to Sae. Not about something like this. After all the shit wed been through together, she deserved to know the truth. Even if it sucked. Even if it made her hate me.

Still, the small quirk at the side of her mouth told me Kinsley wasnt buying it. Youre probably right. And even if you werent, it kind of makes me feel better.

Why? I glanced at her curiously.

Nothing. Just a reminder that youre still you. Part of my role is collecting information. Kinsley hedged, working her jaw. And Ive been hearing a lot about our mutual friend over the last few weeks thats worrying.

Mutual friend being Myrddin.

Like?

Nothing specific you need to worry about. Kinsley continued without answering, giving me a lingering side-eye. But people fear him. And not just existentially, like they were before.

I rolled my eyes. Courtesy of the Overseer, our mutual friend is both bogeyman and scapegoat. Someone trips and falls down the stairs, theyd probably find a way to blame him for it.

Kinsley inclined her head. Maybe. But we both know most rumors carry a grain of truth.

I stuck my hands in my hoodie pockets and started to disengage. You got it from here?

Uh, yeah I guess. Kinsley grimaced, watching as one of her people picked up a long viscous strand of meat from the pavement with a pair of tongs and stuffed it into a large glass jar. Her people were working slow, only partially because they were being thorough. From the way they kept sneaking peeks to the side, seemingly at nothing, it was obvious they were checking the timer on their UI. Headed to the tower?

I considered it, then shook my head. As much as I wanted to attempt to bullshit my way and rush through the remaining floors so Nick could claim Excalibur, wed already tried that, and it failed. What was required to make it through the upper floors was a coordinated group effort, and thered already been too much chaos today. There were plenty of injuries, and with the reveal of the timer, everyone was scared. I suspected the impulse to rush was at least partially why wed received such an advanced warning. The previous game had been divided by regions. There was at least a baseline assumption that the system established the regions for a reason, and whatever the event pertained to would probably include them.

But there was no guarantee it would shake out that way.

And most of us knew it.

So inevitably people would panic, and wear themselves out so much getting ready for whatever was about to happen that when and if it did, the populace as a whole would be on edge, primed to make plenty of mistakes, playing right into the systems hands.

As much as the necromancer attack and sudden reveal of the timer made me want to run around in a panic, I needed to resist that urge. Matt, specifically, needed to project calm. Like it or not, with the way things had gone down after the last event, the people in my region looked up to me. And the calmer my region was, the easier it would be to get things done in the long-run, and the better wed do in the second event if Nick and I failed to stop it.

Not today, but soon. I pointed at her. Make sure you keep that potion secure. And send some dummy quests when you can? Stuff that should be easily achievable in the tower. Not exactly low on Selve at the moment, but with the way things are going Ill probably need more.

Easy enough. Kinsley nodded, watching me curiously. But now youve got me wondering. What are you doing today?

Need to check on Iris. Lock in a level. Show face with the wounded. Then, after the dust settles, then make sure everyone whos watching knows Im not particularly worried about the second event or what happened today. I squinted, passing out of the shadow of the reservoir and into the sunlight.

How? Kinsley called after me.

How else? I shrugged. By finally going on that date.

Somehow I managed to ignore the excited squawking that followed, echoing after me as I reached the ladder that led to the upper platform and beyond.

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