- Name: 115
- Health Points (HP): 86/100
She held him up as they were pulled down river and kept her eye on the southern horizon, which was a vast expanse of flat, war-torn land that was brightly lit by the light of the full moon above.
In GOG, the protagonist would wash up on the southern riverbank and make their way further south, encountering cultists and gaining strength, but that was in the game.
Mumu couldn’t risk charging headfirst into enemies, especially with 115 in the condition that he was in, so she opted for a stealthier route.
If she followed the river for a little further, she would eventually come across a Cultist riverside encampment which had a handful of low-level soldiers.
Her main interest was the supplies within, and so she looked at a now shivering 115 and gently urged that he hold on.
“Just a little longer.”
.
..
Upon spotting the distant encampment, Mumu finally left the river and took 115 to a crevasse in the cliff which she placed him in.
She then gently placed her hand on his cold cheek before exiting the crevasse and turning her sharp gaze to the camp.
Now that she didn’t have to carry 115, she could fully test her new KVL body and see just what she was capable of, and so she dove into the river and tested how long she could hold her breath as she swam.
The average for normal humans was one to two minutes, but she could go up to four minutes underwater.
She used this to swim increasingly closer to the camp, one of many outposts in the area.
Stationed within were seven human soldiers, clad in basic gear and wielding standard-issue assault rifles.
One of them was standing guard by the pier. While he would have done so robotically in GOG, he lazily sat on the edge of the pier and smoked a cigarette. His face was lined with deep scars that formed dark runes, and his eyes were yellowed.
- Name: Cultist Infantryman 1
- Title: None
- Race: Human
- Age: 23
- Gender: Male
- Class: Scout
- Affiliation: Cultist
- Actuality Level: 3
Attributes
- Health Points (HP): 118/118
- Realstone Shards: 0
- Damage Reduction (DR): 10%
- Affinity: (PHY)
Combat Statistics
- Physical Damage (PHY): 15
- Fire Damage (FIR): 0
- Frost Damage (FRO): 0
- Divine Damage (DIV): 0
- Malignant Damage (MAL):
Skills:
Equipment:
He hummed a surpassingly sweet tune while longingly peering out into the night.
This made it a bit hard for Mumu to attack him, even as she floated undetected beneath his feet.
He was real now.
No longer a series of codes or a drone like the ones she’d fought.
She wanted to spare him if she could and recalled her battle with the drones.
The fact that they had shot off 115’s arm and the fact that she was able to destroy the drones one part at a time meant that damage was not a flat reduction in HP and was now actual, physical damage that could be applied however one liked.
The stats she saw simply told her just how much damage she was doing overall.
With this in mind, she torpedoed out of the water and before the soldier could even process what was happening, she gave him a swift chop in the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious before dragging him into the water.
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She carried him to the riverbank before returning to the camp where she sneakily incapacitated each soldier, getting better and quieter with each attempt.
With them all unconscious, she ran back to the hole where she had left 115, picked him up and returned to the camp, where she placed him on a table before rummaging through the camp for medical supplies, which she found and promptly used on the boy.
She, after cleaning his muddied body, wrapped his shoulder in bandages which she doused in a bit of medicine, much to the boy’s slumbering anguish, and dressed him in some dry fatigues before covering him in a blanket.
She then scanned the perimeter and made her way to the Cultists as they slowly regained consciousness.
One of them, the one dressed in officers’ uniform, glared at her, and this was the first time in Mumu’s life that anyone ever looked at her with so much hatred.
His blue eyes were like daggers, and if she hadn’t tied him up, he would have certainly attacked her.
“If… if I let you go. Will you leave this place?” Mumu’s voice shook under the weight of hatred.
The officer’s face then twisted into a deranged smile, creasing the runes that were etched into his skin.
He then broke into a laugh that sounded like it hurt before barking at Mumu, making her flinch.
“Idiot! Fool! Our defeat means our inevitable and torturous death, so whatever mercy you think you’re giving us is wasted!”
Mumu knew that the Cultists were an insane group that craved destruction and terror, but to witness it so closely…
It made her stomach ache and her temples throb with stress.
“Y-you can give yourselves over to the Saints—”
“The very same Saints who will interrogate us before killing us? Of course! That’s an even better idea!” The officer snapped as tears welled in Mumu’s eyes.
She knew she was being na?ve.
That this version of things definitely wouldn’t be a cakewalk.
But she wanted to try.
To try and bring good to this cursed, broken world.
But this wasn’t the time for good. So, she wiped her tears and looked into the officer’s eyes, eyes that were overflowing with pain.
“You could come with me.” That’s what she wanted to say.
To offer these ruined men another chance, but she knew that it wouldn’t be that easy.
This world, Neo-Earth, as it was called, was a realm of untold horrors and pain. That’s what the lore described it as, that’s what playing GOG felt like at times, so in order to survive in this world, she would have to speak in the only language it understood… violence.
She raised her right hand, summoning her axe and placed it on the officer’s neck.
“Yes! YES! Deliver us into the arms of the serpent! Take the first step onto the path of ruination!”
Mumu took a deep breath and cleaved off the officer’s head.
Watching it fall from his body made Mumu want to vomit, but she bit her teeth and turned to the next soldier, who gleefully smiled even as she raised her axe.
She killed him too, feeling worse than before, but this was necessary.
If not here, there would come another time when she was forced to kill and when the time came, she didn’t want to hesitate.
And so, one by one, she killed the soldiers, bloodying her axe until one was left.
The one she first subdued.
He, after seeing his comrades die, looked genuinely afraid, and so Mumu lowered her axe.
“Come with me.” She softly offered. The pain in her voice made every word an agony.
The soldier frantically nodded although no tears fell from his strained eyes.
Mumu sighed before undoing his binds, but just as his arms were freed, he grabbed her neck and tried choking her but, since she was a KVL, she easily forced him on the ground and, as he relentlessly tried to kill her, she gently placed her palm on his neck and crushed it.
Her tears fell onto the soldier’s face, as it slowly drained of life.
And when he died, she let him go and stood up, the silence of the night pressing down onto her as her heart raced.
She looked at all the corpses and reeled from the horror of what she had done.
But, in the mire that was her thoughts and as her body listlessly swayed from side to side, she remembered 115.
His pale face and shivering body.
She turned to the camp and made her way back to 115’s side to see that he was doing a little better.
He was warm now, but they were still in enemy territory, so she couldn’t sit down and relax.
She had spotted an All-Terrain Vehicle outside, and while taking the land route would be dangerous, following the river any further would lead them towards higher-level enemies, whereas the no man’s land where the Saintly Armies and Cultists periodically clashed was littered with lower-level enemies.
And so, after grabbing a few more supplies and throwing them into the back of the ATV, she gently placed 115 in the passenger seat as the rising sun gently bathed his still darkened face.
Mumu then drove south at a slow pace, keeping an eye on the horizon from which distant plumes of smoke rose.
In GOG, the protagonist, after escaping the Lair of the Caprine Lord and clearing some enemies in the unoccupied zone, would eventually come across some soldiers of the saints who would then take them to the city of Cu?al, which acted as the hub of the game.
But from what Mumu had experienced so far, getting there wasn’t going to be as easy.
The city was no less than fifty kilometres away, and the land between was abuzz with combat.
Mumu bit her teeth as she steeled herself for whatever she would have to do.
She drove for about fifteen minutes when suddenly something crashed in front of her, making her hit the brakes.
The dust settled, and Mumu felt a freezing chill run up her spine upon seeing what had made the crater ahead.
Standing at the point of impact was a woman clad in a bright red robe and wielding two batons that were tipped with long, pointed blades.
Her face was obscured by a hood from which came a bright white light, but judging by its shape, it didn’t look like she had a humanlike head any more.
Mumu knew exactly who she was.
A Five Star KVL and the second rarest in GOG.
One of the most powerful in the entire setting, one who could help players defeat post-endgame bosses.
- Name: Ellyn
- Title: The Red Dullahan [2x DMG done to target's head]
- Race: KVL
- Age: ??
- Gender: Female
- Class: Heavy
- Affiliation: Cultist
- Actuality Level: 100
Attributes
- Health Points (HP): 1050/1050
- Realstone Shards: 20/20
- Damage Reduction (DR): 40%
- Affinity: (PHY), (DIV)
Combat Statistics
- Physical Damage (PHY): 100
- Fire Damage (FIR): 0
- Frost Damage (FRO): 100
- Divine Damage (DIV): 0
- Malignant Damage (MAL): 0
Skills:
Equipment:
Every instinct in Mumu’s body told her to flee, to run away, but she couldn’t do so quickly enough with 115 in her arms.
But she also couldn’t leave him, and so, fighting her own terrified heart and quivering legs, she stepped out of the vehicle, summoned her axe and stood the silent monster before her.
Mumu wanted to beg for her life.
To prostrate herself before Ellyn, but she had to fight, and so she raised her axe only for her arms to fall off.
A massive wave of pain followed, but before she could even begin to process it, her body suddenly fell backwards, and she let out a horrified screech upon seeing that her legs had been cleaved off.
She wanted to deny this new, cruel reality.
To go back to earth and to her family, but she couldn’t, even in the depths of her mind, escape the pain.
Ellyn slowly walked up to a profusely bleeding Mumu, peering through her white void of a face.
Mumu knew that the only reason why she was still alive was because Ellyn, for some reason, had more use for her alive.
[Revel in your pain, sister. It will be all that accompanies you before you are taken into his maw—]
Something struck the back of Ellyn’s head, interrupting her, but at this point, Mumu had lost far too much blood and was blacking out.
As she did, her teary gaze drifted towards 115, who was still unconscious.
She wasn’t sure who was attacking Ellyn, but she hoped they would show the boy some mercy.
Ellyn - The Red Dullahan