Chapter 42: More Small Talk
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake was silent for the next half an hour, trying to understand the implications of him being so high on the TPdder and how exposed he actually was. Anyone could identify him at this point, meaning anyone could see his alias and then see his level and put the two together. Then try to kill him for an easy meal. He needed to find a way to circumvent that, or prove that trying to fight him wasn’t worth the prize.
<span style="font-weight:400">He wordlessly cut the veggies on a table he brought out of his inventory for the stew, mechanically adding spices and skimming the skum from the pot. His head upied with more important things.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey man. You’re pretty good at that," Bear said, his hand wafting in front of him taking in the pleasant aroma of the stew.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake came back to the present and just gave a casual answer, not stopping his hands, "Yeah I’ve got a few siblings. My Mom had to work two jobs most of our life after my dad passed, so I had to learn to do a bunch of stuff quick."
<span style="font-weight:400">"Damn I didn’t mean to bring something like that up," Bear said with a grimace.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake waved his hand dismissively, now focusing more on the conversation, "It’s not a big deal. My Dad was pretty old when he passed and my Mom happened to be his second wife," Drake said trying to keep the atmosphere upbeat while recalling his life, "She moved to the US from the Philippines to live here with him and the rest was history. He left a big sum of money to us so we were fine for a little. But having as many siblings as I did and all of us wanting to go to college… It dried up fast."
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear was content to listen for the moment, just politely nodding here and there.
<span style="font-weight:400">"So good ol’ Mother, had to go to work. Leaving me the eldest to go and do everything around the house, fixing broken bulbs, appliances, toilets. Making food for everyone, cleaning the house. That is at least until I was old enough to get a part time job to help out some, leaving my little brother to pick up on the grand old legacy of chores," Drake smiled sarcastically.
<span style="font-weight:400">He took a moment to think again on his family, hoping and praying to whatever god might have forced this nonsense system on them that they were alright. And if they weren’t.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake clenched his teeth, and the handle of the knife in his hand snapped from his strength, "Shit…"
<span style="font-weight:400">He quickly threw the broken knife towards the mountain and pulled another from his inventory, cleaning it briefly before continuing to cut the food.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Look man, I envy you," Bear began, seizing the lull in conversation, "I grew up with my parents but it was only us. No siblings and I didn’t have many friends because of my size. I don’t want to start a pity party, I’m just sharing because I think it’s only fair. I grew up in one fight to the next and I guess it''s a saving grace after looking where we are," heughed, "But when I got older I didn’t want that anymore, so I started up my ownpany to prove I was different than just what people saw on the cover. The thing is between you and me man, is I truthfully- I didn’t just happen to cross by when you cked out that day," Bear said standing up and looking down at Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake felt the slight weight of pressure again press down on his shoulders.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I saw your fight. The entire thing my man. I saw how desperately you wanted to live. How much you struggled to take down a monster you honestly shouldn’t have been able to. Your resourcefulness was something I haven’t seen from nearly anyone else yet. And honestly, big picture stuff. I think the world will need people like you, people like us," Bear exined, his voice low and serious.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Like us? And you saw the whole thing huh.." Drake said, trailing off.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Yeah. And it’s why I decided to help you. I mentioned it before, but you don’t know how it is for everyone else," Bear continued, "How long do you sleep every night," he asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised a brow at the question, "Depends? I don’t normally need sleep anymore so it’s usually none unless I really feel I need a few hours. Why?"
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear smiled, "Everyone else isn’t doing that, even if they can buddy," his face turning serious again, "Everyone else but a select few are scared and grouping together to keep themselves safe and desperately alive. The more demented ones are forming groups to kill people for TP thinking this is the perfect time to show their true colors, or even going as far to still think this is just a game or some sickening shit. You haven’t run into anyone else it seems like," Bear said raising his chin towards the still passed out Theodore, "Well, save that dude."
<span style="font-weight:400">"Yeah, that’s true, but again what does that have to do with anything?" Drake asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I’ll spell it out for you," Bear said crossing his arms, "The amount you are working is probably twice as hard as anyone in the tutorial outside of myself. Most people are too scared to even go out in groups unless they have a healer, and as far as I can tell from all the groups I’ve had run-ins with. They are rare enough that the groups are kidnapping them from other groups for even a fraction more possibility at survival."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s mouth hung open, "Wha..? That’s insane! Why don’t people juste together as arger group then and fight to survive? That makes no sense to force someone against their will like that!" Drake countered, his voice raising as he spoke.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear raised his arms in a shrug, "Ego. Competition. Power? Some might just be that sadistic. But whatever the reason, it’s dog eat dog out there man, and now more than ever weakness is punished quicker than a guy can swipe right on a dating app," Bear stopped to give a gruff sigh, "Even with being at the top of thedder for the tutorial level, I’ve had a few people try stuff when they thought I wasn’t looking. The world is simply not the same. And that, is where my point is. I can count on a single hand the people I’m willing to say I respect in this tutorial for their hard work, tenacity, and ability to progress," he said, raising two fingers.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake was curious. He moved to the pot to stir it before asking the leading question Bear probably wanted him to ask, "And those two are?"
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear smirked, "You. And a youngster named Shigure Kenzo, I’m sure you’ve seen his name on the boards."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised his gaze as he thought on the name, "Yeah sounds familiar, he''s right under you right?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"That’s damn right."
<span style="font-weight:400">"How young is he? And I would hardly call myself impressive enough, I still have a long way to go Bear," Drake answered, a half grin on his face, continuing to stir the pot with one hand, his other slipping into his pant’s pocket.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don’t sell yourself short man. Remember how I found you? There’s been a clear trail of death and destruction leading to this ce it’s honestly hard to miss. Not to mention the big fucking monster that you can see from practically half a mile in any direction just casually on the ground," Bear chuckled with a quick shake of his head, "And the kid is 16, it’s the youngest age anyone here is. I’m sure you’re not dumb enough to have not noticed there are no children here. And thank god there isn’t, everyone has already got their hands full trying to not die and keep the more sadistic POS’s from doing the worst," Bear spat.
<span style="font-weight:400">That caught Drake’s attention more than just the kid’s age. Did the system just promote this kind of heinous shit? "Just so there’s no misunderstanding-"
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear cut him off, "Yes, rape and envement. Sometimes things even worse. Let’s just say I have had toe to some bitter terms with where I draw the line on who does and doesn''t deserve to live."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s face turned grim as his head drooped to look at the ground, "Tga… Of course, why wouldn’t there be deranged pieces of garbage running around and doing that. We all suddenly got mind bending powers after all," Drake spat, remembering the Gnolls and Goblins, "What do you think happened to the children under 16 then?"
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear shook his head, "I haven’t the faintest bro, maybe ask your construct friend, seems like she’s waking up anyway."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake was again surprised. How good was his sensory skill? Was it based on mana sensing like his identifying skill, or something else since Bear was a pure warrior from what Drake could tell?
<span style="font-weight:400">"How do you know she’s a construct.. And even that she’s over there, what kind of sensory skill do you have Bear?" Drake asked, forcing the issue.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I can’t tell you all the details but, it''s basically a sphere of perception, won’t say howrge it is or the info it gives, but I can tell where people and things are inside of it fairly easily. And it let’s me identify people within my line of sight. And before you ask, yes I had it since I first met you," Bear answered then continued after a slight pause, looking to the tent, a slowly emerging squirrel construct, " As far as knowing what a construct is. You ain''t the only one with one."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake red at Bear with his eyes glowing from the mana infused in them, trying to find any other source of Mana around him.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don’t give me the scary eyes man. No I don’t have one, the Shigure kid does. But his is a little different than yours. She’s taller for one and not a talker that''s for sure. I should also mention, Shigure is the head of thergest group in the tutorial, and they''ve set up camp in an Outpost further south from here. It’s a coalition of around 5 different groups, with him in charge. Crazy to think about once you stop to," Bear chuckled with his hardy thunderous voice, "If you need anything, they would be your first bet on where to find it, they have damn near over fifteen hundred peoplest time I checked."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake chewed over the information he’d just been given. Natto had said that constructs weren’t exactly rare but to have two in the tutorial. Was it just happen stance or was there a reason the kid had gotten one as well?
<span style="font-weight:400">Before Drake got a chance to really analyze the information, the quick soft trotting sounds of geta forced him to look up.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Food!!!" Natto yelled, somehowpletely ignoring the mountain that was Bear standing in between her and the pot of stew.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake moved over with an exacerbated smile on his face at the disy of Natto jumping up to look inside the pot, a faint but quickly visible line of drool running from her open mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hey! Don’t go spilling that, it’s been simmering for an hour now, you little garbage disposal," Drake shouted, picking her up so she could get on his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Who are you calling a delicate flower such as myself a garbage disposal!? Dolt! Is it so queer that I am excited for the feast I rightfully deserve?!" she shouted back, rubbing her fist into the side of Drake’s face incredulously.
<span style="font-weight:400">A deep bellyugh sounded from across the pot where Natto and Drake stood.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Haha! What is this? Is she your daughter or something, you two fight just like family," Bearughed holding his stomach.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Who’s a Dad?!"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Who is a daughter?!" They both yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear ignored them both, pulling a bowl from his inventory and had it appear in his handughing his way to the bubbling pot.