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ATS B5 Ch31 - Hatching Ground
🕑 Added 2024-12-14 07:22:12 +0000 UTC
For a moment, Arthur could do nothing but stare. The room he found himself in made the nest fissures within New Houston look like a half-hearted attempt at a nest.
Not only was the entire room bathed in bioluminescent light, lines of brighter pulsing blue crisscrossed the wall and ended in dozens of soft ovoid clusters. The eggs all pulsed in time with one another, and when they lit up, he could see shapes briefly visible in the soft shells.
There was a cluster stuck to the wall not even an arm’s length away.
Cautiously, Arthur reached out to poke at an ovoid. Something slick moved against his finger and he recoiled.
Then, he heard the tick-tick-tick of hard, sharp feet skittering across the floor.
Arthur backed up, putting his shoulders to a bare spot in the wall and stood completely still. He activated his Stealth skills and did everything he could to blend into the shadows.
A few seconds later, a scourgling came into the room. But it was unlike any scourgling he’d seen before. It was small, standing only as high as his shin, but with a long, hard body of black chitin with no open sores. Its feet made the ticking sounds as they hit the rock floor, and the ends looked as sharp as knives.
As Arthur watched, breath held, it moved to a bunch of ovoids that were nearby. It lifted half of its segmented body to stand on its hind legs and carefully poked at the ovoid shells with knife-like feet, antennae carefully touching all over the eggs.
It’s tending to the eggs, Arthur thought, fascinated and a little horrified at the same time.
It wasn’t just the lack of sores—this scourgling was complete in a way that others weren’t. Like this was an actual animal whereas every other he had seen was only a half-baked attempt at one.
New types of scourglings appeared all the time, but . . . it looked like it belonged here as surely as the ovoids did.
Maybe this was a scourgling shape that had proven to be successful for one reason or another, and then had been further refined through years and generations.
Just as he was puzzling that out, another movement caught his eye. Arthur turned to see part of a nearby shadow detached from the wall. It formed into a snakelike figure which slithered straight up to him.
This was one of Cressida’s slithering shadow senders.
Oh no, not now . . .
The snake opened its mouth and in Cressida’s voice yelled, “Arthur! Tell me you’re okay! Where are you?”
The nest tender twisted its upper body his way, and he saw that there was a tiny head at the front with two unblinking blue eyes, the same bioluminescent color as the pulsing veins above.
A half dozen other nest tenders twisted to do the same.
Arthur had a moment to send a pulse of mana to Cressida’s shadow snake to return it back to her with a message, “Send Brixaby.”
Then the closest nest tender jumped at him, all of its knife limbs bared.
Arthur tried to twist away, but he was a beat too slow. It landed on his shoulder, and it was only luck that the knife-like feet were stopped by his chainmail shirt.
With a moment of thought, he detached a piece of shrapnel that was linked to his chainmail and, charging it with mana, shot it right at the creature.
The impact flipped it away, but it ended up landing uncannily on its feet again.
He fired another shrapnel piece, and the metal tinked right off of its hard shell.
They were armored.
At that moment, Arthur realized that he was mostly unarmed. He’d had his knives out and circling around idly him when he was harvesting, just in case he came across another live scourgling. In the panic of being buried alive, he’d left most of his butcher knives behind.
Checking his Personal Space, he found two left—one with a warped blade, and one that was dull from overuse.
Arthur grabbed them anyway and used them as shields, knocking another nest tender away as it leapt at him again. But then two leapt at once.
He used his Phase In, Phase Out to rush through them. Then he reappeared and turned around. Now he was down to one second left on that card and he wouldn’t get a refill for another hour.
So Arthur activated Griff’s Spear of Justice spell.
It activated with a pull of mana, but it wasn’t too much more than he could handle. A bright line of light appeared in his hands and resolved itself into a spear.
A countdown of twenty-five minutes appeared in the corner of his vision. This was a temporary spell. It would have been so much easier if this was a card and he knew the rules, but that was one drawback of Counterfeit Siphon. Still, twenty-five minutes was better than nothing.
Arthur hadn’t really used a weapon like this, and the moment that he moved to bat another nest tender away, he realized part of Griff’s fluidity with the spear must have been born out of experience. Because Arthur . . . he didn’t have it.
But the head of the spear was sharp in a way that only magical objects were. It sliced right through a nest tender in a way that his mana-charged shrapnel had not. There was almost no resistance at all.
Arthur slashed again, and in the next moment, the nest tender that had been leaping at him was in several pieces.
Arthur twisted around and stabbed at one that had been scuttling up behind him. He caught it through the middle, pinning it for a moment before withdrawing. When he pulled the spear out, it curled up, dying like a bug.
“I like this spell!”
But more nest tenders were coming. Arthur turned and grimly started to fight them. This was one area where his skills weren’t of much use. Master of Skills, his first and most favorite card, didn’t cover combat.
But he could still jump using his Master of Body Enhancement and could still spin and use uncanny balance. And, of course, he had his Personal Space.
He grabbed a lit torch and some cooking oil and tossed both at a group of three nest tenders. They went up in flames, and it seemed that the hard chitin didn’t protect against the heat. Though they had been silent until now, the popping flames elicited some whistles.
New skill gained:
Arsonist (Arson Class)
Due to your card’s bonus traits, you automatically start this skill at level 5.
“What?” he yelled, a little offended and also wondering why he had never received that one before. He’d used oil a few times in combat . . . Maybe it was a matter of repetition.
He was fighting to stall . . . and he had an additional problem. This fight was making a lot of noise, and that seemed to be getting the attention of more nest tenders.
The real danger was if they all ganged up on him at once. Arthur tried to head that off by using his shrapnel. Though it could not pierce their armored bodies, he could at least knock them back a few steps.
Suddenly, what he was hoping for happened. A dark oval opened on the other side of the room and Brixaby spilled out.
Though the illusion he’d been wearing over the last few days had softened his appearance, it couldn’t hide the fact that he was currently an angry dragon. His blood red eyes full of vengeance.
He took one look around and yelled “Arthur!” and suddenly tossed knives that had the look of thin swords toward Arthur.
He caught them with his telekinesis skill and his Makeshift Weaponry card—very carefully, thinking of them as knives, or else they would not work with his Butchering skill. But they were sharp, unnaturally so, with runes carved into them.
And now Arthur was fully able to go on the offensive . . . though he kept a grip on the spear. He used it more like a staff to knock away anything that got too close. Otherwise, he let his knives do the work.
Brixaby took the more direct approach. Arthur assumed he was using his Tanky Constitution card because nothing fazed him as he fell in the scourglings, ripping them apart with claws and teeth. The plunging knife limbs didn’t seem to bother him. Then again, these scourglings were Uncommon, and Brixaby was a Legendary.
A very vengeful one.
Finally, there were no tick-tick-ticking sounds left. All was quiet, though the room still pulsed with that eerie blue light.
Brixaby looked around, teeth bared. “I apologize for being late,” he said stiffly. “The dark rower would not row his boat any faster, and when I attempted to fly down the river myself . . . I appeared back in the rowboat. It was extremely frustrating.”
“Where are the others?” Arthur asked. “Are they safe?”
“I left them behind for expedience’s sake,” he said, “and yes, everyone escaped the cave-in except for you.” He gave Arthur a baleful glare. “That was most concerning. Don’t do it again.”
Arthur’s reply was interrupted when a second shadow snake slithered into being. It rose up, its tail curled behind it, and Arthur could swear there was a bit of rebuke in its reptilian eyes.
“Arthur, what’s going on? Please send a message back telling me you’re okay.”
Arthur winced. Feeding the snake a bit of mana, he started to say that he was fine and to wait for them to return . . . but then realized that would be unfair. He had no right to expect her to sit there twiddling her thumbs. It was unproductive for her.
“Brixaby and I are fine, but we found a new area of the eruption site that we want to explore. I want you, Horatio, and Griff to keep harvesting in the main cavern. Tell Squish to collect Sunny and fly you out when you’re done.” He grinned, hoping that she could hear it in his voice. “I don’t want you to leave a single shard behind.”
He was certain the cave-in would ensure the scourglings would not come for them, but he wanted a second dragon on hand to get Horatio and Cressida out just in case.
The snake slithered off into the shadows.
Meanwhile, he and Brixaby started harvesting what they had left in the hatching cavern. And from the nest tenders.
There were fewer clusters of ovoids here than there were dead scourglings in the main cavern, but the ovoid shards were of higher quality—at least the ones that were developed enough to create shards. All yielded Uncommons. No Rares, sadly. Or cards.
Arthur looked around, taking in the still-pulsing veins and the remaining clusters.
“I think this area hadn’t developed enough before the actual eruption started. It makes sense. Scourglings have to come from somewhere. Maybe . . .”
He trailed off and looked around. There was no entrance or exit, though he noted the pulsing veins seemed to disappear upward and downward into the rocky soil.
“Scourglings might brew in caverns like this for months, even years before an eruption. I always thought they just spontaneously happened, but maybe that’s not the case.”
He was half talking to himself, unsure that Brixaby was listening to him. His dragon tended to get extremely single-minded when he was harvesting. But to his surprise, his Brixaby grunted.
“Then there would have to be more nests. Also, brewing nests like this would be an indication of an upcoming eruption. Anyone with the proper seeking card would be able to search for one.”
“And if we found them, maybe we could stop an eruption before it started!” Arthur said excitedly.
Brixaby lifted his head and looked at him like he was missing the entire point.
“Or you can simply gather a wing of brown, earth-type dragons. Order them to dig for them, and then harvest them before anybody else could realize there were riches below ground.”
“That too,” Arthur said with a laugh. Then he sobered up. “But finding them in the first place would be a challenge. You’d need a powerful seeking card.”
“Such as Call of the Heart,” Brixaby said smugly.
He was right, of course. It seemed like that card’s limits only stopped at his imagination. Then again, it was a Legendary card.
“I don’t think that we need brown dragons,” Arthur said slowly. “Or any card that moved earth. I just got here using my Phase In, Phase Out. In fact, forget looking at nests elsewhere. I want to know if there are other nests near here.”
He glanced again at the pulsing lines. The more he looked at them, the more they resembled veins, and quite a few seemed to disappear in and out of the walls. What if they provided a connection point between the nests? Maybe they gave nutrients . . . or whatever it was that scourglings needed to grow.
“More nests here?” Brixaby’s head swiveled as he took a renewed look around. The blue light glinted in his eyes. “Yes, search for it immediately. I will finish the harvesting—I believe it is the last cluster.”
Arthur grinned, closed his eyes, and sent out a query to Call of the Heart. Sure enough, a map popped up and he saw separate nests scattered all over the immediate area underneath the eruption cone.
There were a lot of them.
Comments
Eric
Keep in mind his friends powers are all rare, and he steals rare powers for significantly less time. But yeah, they should still be available at that point.
Decide
Well, since the scourge typically look like ruined animals, my guess is that these tenders are actual scourgelings, and that the ones on the surface are failed attempts at replacing the native life.
James Donnelly
When did Brix start using the tanky constitution card? Did Arthur remove the drawback of being stuck in a alternate dimension?
Rene Christensen
The kingdom is deeply dysfunctional. Imagine if they weren't wasting criminals on the border and just gave them common cards, to boost their reclamation efforts and blunt the effects. It would still be hard, backbreaking labor in prison conditions, but they wouldn't need to send the families of criminals to replace their loses to scourge diseases. Imagine if they weren't wasting their relatively few dragons on useless infighting and every dragon was treated as a community member instead of a dumb mount. Or even weren't allowing cards to rot. Just hand them out to peasants to hold as government property with an understanding that utility cards must be used for government purposes if so asked. Combat cards belong in the hands of soldiers. Oh and turn the armies of the kingdom into more than a joke. A handful of common combat card won't make one soldier equal to a dragon, but 50 soldiers with full decks? They might be more of a threat.
Rene Christensen
Shouldn't he be getting a 1/20 chance of a rare shard if they are uncommon eggs? Or is that only for adult scurgeling? On account of card insight?
Logrus
So, Arthur is gonna get very very rich, and that's going to pique the interest of the Vampire rider, which shall further the plot... presumably.
Marcaeus
@Honour Rae Thanks for the chapter! Fun to see the source of the scourglings getting more fleshed out. Reading this, is there an in-universe reason Arthur didn't use a borrowed shield, light blast, or summon elemental beasts? Horatio and Cressida JUST used those next to him. I know the borrowed power mechanic is a good way to flesh out new ally powers to the readers, but it's getting to be weird how Arthur forgets/refuses to use his close friends' abilities so often. He should have far more familiarity with them, and be able to observe the quirks and strategies available for them because of fighting alongside these abilities. Even if Arthur can't level his entourages' borrowed powers, he'd have for more understanding about them. Yet Arthur always seems to go for the new powers, the ones that might leave him guessing about their limits. I like the fact that the "borrow/copy" ability is sort of a substitute for the standard litrpg 'system stats', as it does give Arthur's takes on the newly appearing powers, but the scope of the power is getting neglected/forgotten to the point I wonder if there needs to be some more limits, or 'balance' to it. A lot of these situations it would easily solve, and low and behold Arthur forgets its full abilities. If you don't place more guard rails on the power, it'll start to make Arthur just seem incompetent or idiotic for not using all the powers he can access fully, something that undermines the scrappy/crafty personality you're trying to emphasize. This will only expand with time, especially as Arthur will fight alongside riders and dragons from Wolf Moon who are KNOWN for emphasizing offense. You'll have to decide whether Arthur has to stay the utility guy, all the while literally having access to more combat abilities (especially in fights) than any single other character. My suggestion? At some point have Arthur try to "go all out" with his 'copy' skill, and get some backlash, or have him do some meditation stuff to realize it can only copy x type of skills, or easily do X sort of thing, rather than have it just sitting out unused NOT making him suddenly into the swiss army knife of death, invulnerability, and power creep it seems like it could make him become.
killer
Even the scourglings are being carcinizated
Jess
Thank you for the chapter. I think what's really concerning are the tenders. Why do they look so good compared to the others? I'm glad they're getting a windfall. I really dislike that hive, and I'm ready for the leader to die and stop leeching off everyone's life. He's definitely got the card they're looking for
Reno
I like how Brixaby is getting smarter, more mature. Very gradually, but that's how these things are...
Reno
Fucking hell. That's awesome. I'm sure the mythic dragons know all of this, but this knowledge is a game changer. The higher ups should have shared it. Or maybe the new world lacks enough scientists. Damn. What a dysfunctional society that stuff like this isn't immediately discovered, then shared.
Psyren1596
I really love this series, but the chapters come out so damn slowly! I know I shouldn’t complain; quality over quantity and all that. I just wish we had a faster chapter release schedule. It seems like forever since the last chapter ( I know I lowkey sound like an addict, but I don’t care 😅) Regardless, thanks for the chapter! I wonder what type of cards these ‘complete’ scourgelings like the brood tenders will give.
Mortch
Thank you!
Fury777
Thx m8
Ori Shifrin
Yay!
Sayjinlord
Thanks for the chapter!
