Seed Master 2: A Spicy LitRPG Adventure, page 1
Seed
Master
2
Warden Locke
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“I can take…” Julian called out, only to swallow hard and groan when Suunria lashed at the skeleton warrior with her new water-blade ability. The weapons of fluids tore through the level five foe like it was made out of pie filling instead of hardened bones with metal armor over them. The warrior collapsed immediately, its life force spent, leaving one last foe to contend with. “…that one.”
It wasn’t an isolated incident. Julian needed to reach level ten to use the obritrix seed, the one that contained the next part of Kevinar Hamilton’s story. Kevinar was the son of Phil Hamilton, Beachlight’s curator, and Julian’s former boss. He worked with Phil every week for years, but not once did the man mention his only son.
The critical junctions of history the obritrix showed him were far more concerning than Phil’s forgetfulness. Thus far, Julian witnessed Kevinar as a child. The scene showed the boy running away from some bullies who wanted to make fun of him for getting kicked out of Azgarthe, Beachlight’s magi academy. Kevinar took a beating, but a young Saras Morgan, the town’s director, showed up out of nowhere to spare him.
Julian deduced that Kevinar was a magi who couldn’t access his mana. More often than not, Azgarthe would expel any student who couldn’t keep up, and Phil Hamilton’s son was no exception.
His theory was proven during the next obritrix. Julian returned at another point in history, one that showed Beachlight before the orcs conquered their town, cursed their lands to reduce crop growth, and killed all of their magi. The sight was as beautiful as it was painful to witness, but he quickly learned that he wasn’t there to see Beachlight in its former glory.
He was there to see another critical moment in Kevinar’s life. Kevinar wasn’t a boy by that point, but a teenager who was forced to become the assistant to Azgarthe’s groundskeeper. An older, more beautiful version of Saras Morgan arrived. Kevinar wished to confess his love for her, but soon discovered that she was already engaged to a man Julian had never heard of before that day.
The scene flashed forward to show Kevinar breaking into the curator’s tower, the place where all of Beachlight’s magical artifacts and spell books were kept. Seeing the shelves of the tower full instead of empty was new for Julian, but it was what Kevinar did that stole the show. He stole a map out of a book, one that showed the locations of the realms, much like the Undervale where Julian learned chloromancy.
Not only did Kevinar steal the map, but he also stole a manacron. Julian barely got a glimpse of it before he was returned to the Undervale, but he managed to draw the etching on the side of the manacron, as well as the majority of the map he saw. Mekiko, his kitsune teacher, used the information to form a troublesome theory. Kevinar Hamilton wanted to learn psionic magic, a spell class that involved mind control.
Julian wouldn’t be able to see the next important moment in Kevinar’s life, not until he reached level ten and could use the obritrix seed he returned with. They needed to confirm Mekiko’s suspicions, but something happened before he could reach level ten. The orcs returned.
He knew it was a possibility. A trip to the Keirson farm saw him witness a dire wolf attack on one of the chickens. It wouldn’t have been a big issue ten years ago, but, with everyone suffering from famine, every scrap of food mattered. Not only that, but the farm’s owner, Dean Keirson, suffered a debilitating injury from the same creature. It was that attack that led to Julian accepting Mekiko’s offer to learn chloromancy and the same driving force that made him track down the dire wolf.
Following the wolf led to a new problem. The wolf wasn’t hunting for itself, but for its master, an orc who was charged with making sure that Beachlight didn’t try to return to its former glory. Julian killed the orc in battle, but that only brought more to their doors. An entire orc war tribe came, led by the same warlock who killed Julian’s mother when he was a child. The warlock threatened to kill Dean Keirson if no one spoke up, so Julian confessed to killing the orc spy to save the rest of the town.
That should have been the end of Julian’s story, but the Undervale had another trick up its sleeve, one that Mekiko never got around to explaining. Julian earned seeds. Some seeds offered power, some offered new spells, but some were capable of growing companions to help him in battle. Whenever a companion emerged from the plant, another bulb formed in its place. When Julian died, his consciousness was placed within the bulb, or, more specifically, the copy of him that grew within it.
Julian was given a second chance to overcome the famine plaguing Beachlight, but a new problem arose. Reaching the Undervale required a key to the stairs, and the manacron of chloromancy to open the door at the bottom of said stairs. Not only were both items required to enter the Undervale, but he at least needed the manacron to leave since the door locked upon his death. Both were with his body at the surface.
He wasn’t completely trapped in the Undervale though. Certain levels he gained made gateways to other realms appear, gateways he could use to reach the guardians of other magics. At the moment, Stonevale was open, but Mekiko was concerned that the realm would be dormant and buried within the mountain. He could use the gateway, but that didn’t mean he could use it to get back. His best chance was to continue to gain power until the gateway to White Lake opened. His hydromancer companion, Suunria, explained that White Vale was accessible from the outside, which sounded much nicer than becoming trapped in a mountain until he died and shifted into his next copy.
A dozen worries fought for his attention as he sought a target in the mix of skeletal enemies. Not that it mattered. Every enemy was dealt with before he could use one of his dots (damage over time spell) on them.
Suunria, the water elf, wasn’t the only cause of his frustration. Cifa was there as well. The pink-haired satyr arrived when he picked up a spell seed that taught him to summon her. She only knew one spell in the beginning, paralyze. It proved useful whenever he had to deal with multiple enemies at the same time, but Cifa always felt like he carried her through battles. That’s why he used an empowerment seed to improve her situation. The seed would alter any spell of his choosing, so he opted to use it on her. Not only did her attributes go up, but she learned several new spells and even grew several inches.
The satyr’s repertoire was impressive. She could charm a foe to fight for her whenever she chose or paralyze an enemy to keep the situation under control. There was also fatal attraction, an ability that made half of the damage inflicted upon her reflect back to whoever struck the blow. Cifa learned heart strike as well, an attack that critically struck the heart of her target to inflict heavy amounts of damage. Combining every ability made him wonder if he needed to be there at all, especially with Suunria lashing through enemies with her water swords.
It wasn’t all bad. Not having to manage his mana left Julian with an ample amount of time to collect the seeds the defeated enemies left behind, and he didn’t have to come up with a plan for every encounter. Not only that, but he remembered to bring a satchel, so he didn’t have to stuff his pockets with their earnings.
“Why the long face, boss?” Cifa called out in her usual cheerful tone. “You look miserable. If it helps, your dick is bigger than all of these guys combined.”
“They don’t have a sliver of flesh on their bodies,” he shouted over the clang of metal weapons. The clanging was a bit questionable since neither of his companions had weapons, or at least not any that were made out of metal. “Technically speaking, yours is bigger as well.”
“Hey!”
“He’s mostly bored,” Suunria added after slamming a skeleton archer into the wall with one of her water blades. “That and he just died, so…”
“Are you worried that Odray will find somebody else since she thinks you’re dead? That’d suck, but, well, you did beat around the bushes for three years.”
Now it was his turn to cry out. “Hey!”
That was another surprise when it came to Cifa. The fact that she came from one of his spells forged a bond between them. He hadn’t taken the time to sit down and learn every detail from her, but she seemed to know things about him that he never shared, leaving him to suspect that she gained some of his memories along the way.
The other surprise was learned the hard way. Satyrs were creatures of nature, and pink ones, like Cifa, were no exception. The color of a satyr determined what fields of magic they were attuned to. He could have wound up with any other color, but the creators of the spell decided that he should have to endure a pink one. Pink meant that Cifa specialized in love, caring, and, of course, lust. In short, she was always horny, and it wasn’t a pun because of her goat horns. Sexual comments flew casually whenever she was around, and her desire to bed him wasn’t a secret. To make matters more interesting, being linked with her increased his natural musk to make him more desirable to other women. He learned that the hard way with Suunria. Part of him felt guilty for having sex with the water elf, but it was one of the few joys he’d experienced of late, so he grew to accept that being desirable wasn’t so bad.
The room was notably empty of skeleton enemies, so he let out a breath and performed the only task they needed him for. Gathering seeds. His satchel was full of them. Sadly, they all looked the same, so he wouldn’t be learning any new spells today. Still, he needed all the experience seeds he could get if he was going to unlock the gateway to White Lake, or use the obritrix seed to continue with the story of Kevinar Hamilton. In all honesty, he’d rather get to White Lake first, especially since he couldn’t leave the Undervale.
His companions stood in the next doorway. At a glance, they could have been busy trying to figure out how to handle the enemies in the next room or wished to improve fighting as a team instead of two individuals. Sadly, Julian knew them too well to think either scenario was a possibility. They were talking about him.
“You might as well just say it,” he groaned and dropped the last seed into his satchel. “I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
“Not if I charm you and make you forget all about it,” Cifa teased with a wicked smile.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Hey, I told you that you needed to loosen up, didn’t I?” she chuckled with an obviously fake scorn. “I mean, I know you just had sex with slippery-when-wet over here, but…”
“That’s private!”
“Oh, it was?” Suunria gasped with red cheeks. Julian narrowed his eyes at her, praying that she’d smile to prove that she was joking, but he wasn’t lucky enough for that to be true. “I may have told her everything about our romp on the fourth floor of the tower.”
“Everything?”
“Well, she did tell me about the day you met,” she protested and leaned on the satyr for support. “I have to admit that it was her description of your penis that created the initial spark. You should be thanking her.”
“Okay then,” he moaned and headed toward the doorway. “I’m just going to go into the next room and let whatever is in there kill me. See you in the Undervale.”
“Jules,” Cifa laughed and stepped over to block his path. “Come on, don’t be like this. Besides, how many guys get to talk with two women who’ve seen him naked at the same time?”
“I’m not sure you said that correctly.”
“Technically,” Suunria sighed and stepped in to join the conversation, “we all saw you naked when you emerged from the pod, so…”
“If anything, I should be the one to feel embarrassed,” Cifa suggested and leaned in to slide her hands along his stomach. “I mean, I was the first one to get you naked, but nothing happened. I’m not though, because I know it’s just a matter of time until you bend me over something and pull on my hair with that extra long cock sliding into me. And, just so we’re clear, I do want you to take me from behind, but I don’t care which hole you use.”
“Ooh, that sounds naughty.”
“Just stop,” he growled and threw his hands up. An outburst built in his head, but the hurt on Cifa’s face erased it before he could get out the first word, leading to a far different discussion. “Look, I appreciate what you two are trying to do, really. I just…there’s too much going on right now for me to enjoy this conversation, alright?”
“Fair enough,” Suunria muttered after a few seconds of silence and awkward looks. She leaned in to offer a kiss to his cheek, followed by a hug that saw Cifa joining in from the other side.
“You know, we’ve kinda got the room to ourselves…”
“Cifa,” he groaned, rewarding him with a mouthful of pink hair he had to spit out.
“Now I’m a bit curious as to where she was going with that remark,” Suunria sniggered while backing away. Julian couldn’t wrap his head around the water elf. It was no secret that she couldn’t stand anyone in the Undervale when she first arrived, but, now she acted like they were all thick as thieves.
Maybe your seed has some magic in it, Jules? Did you think of that? Besides, they’re basically hinting that they’d be more than willing to let you enjoy both of them at the same time. How many men can say that they slept with a satyr and a water elf? Not many.
“Hmm, I think he’s contemplating the offer,” the satyr sang with a wink.
“I’m not…okay, maybe a little, and thinking of it makes me feel a bit better, but can we postpone…whatever this is until we can see the gateway to White Lake?”
The women shared a look, but he couldn’t tell if they were getting ready to make a suggestion, or if he was wrong about the possibility of a trio love session.
“I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about,” Suunria stated with a dark blue brow raised at the satyr. “Do you?”
“Not the foggiest, but I think this version of him came without the stick in his…”
“Okay,” he interrupted and pushed his way between them. “Moving on.”
He wasn’t in the mood to watch the pair tear through every foe for another hour, but he wouldn’t have objected to receiving a dozen more experience seeds to aid his progress. The obritrix didn’t comply though. The next room was the last, evident by the gigantic skeletal warrior sitting on a throne at the other end. The enormous sword leaning against the armrest looked heavier than his own body, making him wonder how a creature with no muscles would be able to lift it.
Or walk, sling arrows, or even see us since they lack eyes. Quit questioning everything.
“Are you trying to figure out the best way to attack him?” Suunria whispered in his ear.
“He’s probably questioning how skeletons can swing weapons without muscles.”
Julian gave the satyr a questionable look for her statement, furthering his suspicion that she was in his head. “I was, but I just moved on to something slightly more profound.”
“Such as?”
“Such as what kind of creature leaves such a large skeleton.” He didn’t need an answer to the question, but he did want to know what they were up against. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the creature until the information appeared over his head. Mekiko told him that he wouldn’t have to focus anymore to see the name, level, and life force bars of obritrix inhabitants since he reached level five, but the evidence suggested otherwise.
“This is where we remind you that we can’t see what you see, boss.”
“Right, sorry,” he groaned and shook his head. “Captain Zier, level seven, and he has two life force bars.”
“That makes him the boss, boss,” Cifa giggled and took a few steps out. “Now, why don’t you stop your pouting and see if you can do more damage than me.”
Julian shook his head again, but it was just a rouse. His face may have been aimed at the floor, but his eyes were on the boss. With a slight smirk, he applied vile spores until he felt lightheaded, then channeled life steal to replenish his mana. The women didn’t catch on until they heard the skeleton’s armor clang when he rose, or the sword scraping against the armrest of the throne when he picked it up.
Life steal was the first spell he empowered. Not only did it damage foes, but it returned his life force, or mana if he was completely healthy. Empowering it made his intellect increase every second he channeled the spell, which improved the damage of his vile spores spell. By the time the women charged into battle, he already had the first red bar dealt with to guarantee he beat Cifa’s challenge.
The fight was shorter than he expected, especially once Suunria and Cifa joined in on the action. Seconds later, Captain Zier collapsed on the floor, leaving them with a few seeds to collect. He recognized the large one since he’d seen several of them whenever he defeated a boss, but the other two remained a mystery. He liked mysteries. He preferred mystery books, but imagining what a chloromancer seed contained was equally as exciting.
“Aren’t you gonna focus on those to see what they are?” Cifa questioned as she watched him stuff their earnings into the satchel. The boss seed was too big to fit, so he held it in his hands and looked up at her, fighting to hold back his smile.
“No, I’m too busy wondering what I won since I obviously did more damage than you.”
The satyr’s eyes widened just before she smirked, but the darkness of the obritrix consumed them before she could offer a scathing retort.
Just the way I like it, he chuckled in his head as they returned to the Undervale.
2
“How did we do?” Mekiko asked as soon as all three of them emerged from the closing void.
“Well, I wasn’t doing the math as we went, but…”
“His head wasn’t in it,” Cifa interrupted and skipped over to the kitsune.
