Lewd Quest: MMORPG Adventure
Chapter 7: The Demon General
Previous Chapter Next ChapterSunset enters the tailor's shop and is met with a dazzling display of colors. Everything in the store—from the fabrics, to the infrastructure, and even the tools—look as if they've been dipped in rainbows. Her eyes strain as she attempts to traverse through the kaleidoscope of a room without tripping over anything blending into the floor.
"Sunset! It's good to see you, darling!" Rarity's voice chimes.
Still struggling to see through the room, Sunset manages to make out her friend's snow-white face and vibrant amethyst hair tied back into a knot. However, her clothes are changed into an elegant violet dress that manages to cover her bust enough to show only an inch of cleavage.
"Rarity? You work here?" Sunset asks with intrigue. "Actually, I shouldn't be surprised considering your affinity for dresses."
"Oh, yes. I was afraid I wouldn't get this opportunity, but here I am! And you would not believe the business I've been raking in after my recent design choice for the interior!" Rarity opens her arms to the ceiling to exalt the strenuous, vibrant colors. "What do you think? I thought it was too much but the manager said it looked splendid."
"Uh..." Sunset dares not look at her surroundings for the sake of her eyes. As much as she wants to give her honest opinion, she can't risk hurting Rarity's creativity, feelings, or ruin her career. "It's...pretty. Kinda vibrant but I'm...sure it'll attract a lot of customers."
She tries her best to keep up an optimistic facade, which Rarity seems to accept as the honest truth. If she were Applejack in this situation, her response would have been the complete opposite...and a lot harsher. The fashionista's face lights up with gratitude and joy at Sunset's words of encouragement. She leans in to give her friend a hug but stops halfway with her arms still open around the dark mage's neck.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Rarity reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a small, white box with a red bowtie placed neatly on top. "This is your armor. I don't want to brag, but with my skills, I was able to get it done in less than ten minutes. Normally, it would take a gruesome one hour to fix something this intricate."
She slides the box over to Sunset, who graciously accepts and opens it. Taking her clothes out of their confines, she marvels at the seamless job done to it; seemingly brand new without any signs of holes, extra stitches, or mistakes. Auto-equipping her mended armor, she feels snug within the refined threads unlike before. The horn headpiece on her temple fits snuggly upon her head like an actual crown.
"It feels great!" Sunset says, fanning her friend's pride. "It's like I'm wearing a cashmere sweater but all over me."
"I'm glad you love it!" Rarity says with a slight blush. "Oh, by the way, I noticed my level and stats went up by quite a bit. Did you perhaps have something to do with it?"
The memory of the arduous, terrifying quest resurfaces in Sunset's mind. Despite being nearly eaten and assaulted by multiple creatures, she got a heaping helping of EXP from them—a generous compensation for their transgressions.
"Yeah, kinda," she replies while glancing away from Rarity. "I don't really want to talk about that though."
"Oh, sorry. Well, I just wanted to thank you for helping us level up so quickly. It's a shame we couldn't do it together, though."
Sunset looks back up at her friend and smirks. "Well, maybe next time, you can do a quest while I try to relax. What do you say?"
*DING*
Before Rarity could respond to Sunset's proposition, the doorbell rings, dragging Sunset and Rarity's attention to the sight of a male demi-human wearing nothing but tattered rags. Upon closer inspection, Sunset notices the rags are actually mutilated pieces of a seemingly powerful armor. She can only imagine what this person went through to be standing nearly buck naked in a tailor's shop.
"Well, I'll get out of your hair," Sunset says as she heads for the door. "I'll see you back at the guild hall, Rarity."
The seamstress waves her friend farewell as she handles her new customer.
Standing in the cheerful town square with nothing else to do for the day, Sunset heads on to the stables to check up on Fluttershy and Applejack—and perhaps get a new mount in the process.
Sunset enters the stables in search of her friends but can't seem to find them anywhere in the midst of the other female workers; their uniforms seem to be similar to each other, only varying slightly in shades. They have simple, peach-toned, country-style dresses reaching all the way down to their ankles while tight, brown corsets grip their torsos. A good, sexy amount of cleavage is still visible within the tight clothing, causing red splotches to spread across Sunset's cheeks.
Looking around at the different animals in the stalls, she marvels at the unique creatures people use as transportation and as loyal companions. Equines, lions, bears, even wolves rest within here, waiting for someone to adopt them.
"Good afternoon, ma'am!" a stout, tanned man shouts with cheer, nearly startling Sunset out of her skin. "What can I do for you today? Looking to settle on a new mount?"
"Uh, kind of," the dark mage replies. "I'm just looking for two of my friends: Fluttershy and Applejack."
The handler's eyes light up at the mention of the girls' names. "Ah, yes! It's been their first day here and already they're the most hardworking handlers I've ever had." The man turns around, cups his hands to his mouth and calls out for the two girls. "Applejack and Fluttershy, you're free to head on out once you're done with your tasks!"
From two separate stalls near the very end of the stables, the aforementioned girls poke their heads out to peer at their boss. Their faces light up at the sight of Sunset Shimmer and they waltz over to her.
"Right in the nick of time, too," Applejack says as she sets two pails of milk in front of the handler. "Ah was just done milkin' Vesuvia when ya called." She turns to Sunset and gives her a playful jab in the arm. "Howdy, pardner. Coulda left a note or somethin' before ya left. Ah was almost scared to death when I didn't see ya in the room or the mess hall."
Sunset rubs the back of her head in shame as the thought just now occurs to her. "Yeah, I should have, I know. By the way, I don't see any cows around here; where exactly did those buckets of milk come from?"
"Vesuvia's a lioness," Applejack states. "Ah know that sounds odd, but lion milk ain't all that bad. It's a lot sweeter than cow milk actually." To prove her point, she dips a finger into one of the buckets filled with creamy fluid and gives it a taste. "Almost like honey, except a lil more fluid."
Sunset just shudders at the prospect of good-tasting lioness milk. Her breakfast climbs back up her gullet but she manages to swallow it back into her gut. "Whatever you say... Do you want to grab a bite to eat real quick? I haven't eaten anything since I came back from my quest."
"I think we'll need a shower first," Fluttershy says. "I enjoy being around the animals, but the smell..."
Sunset nods and, after allowing them to change back into their civilian clothes, leads her friends back to the guild hall. The mess hall is slightly more frenzied this afternoon. Everyone eats and drink to their hearts' content while conversating with one another or even flirting with the waitresses.
Looking around, Sunset manages to spot a familiar rainbow hairstyle in the midst of the servers.
"You girls go on ahead and take your baths," she says as she splits from the group. "I'm gonna say hello to Rainbow Dash real quick."
Rainbow's attention is focused on one of the other waitresses—a tomboyish girl with short black hair, piercings along her ear lobes, and an exposed, toned midriff. Her uniform is similar to most of the other waitresses but is wearing a red dress instead of the traditional black maid outfit.
"Rainbow Dash, is that you?" Sunset asks sarcastically. The waitress freezes in the middle of her conversation and tenses up at the sound of Sunset's voice. "I didn't know you were working as a waitress? How's it goin'?"
Rainbow slowly turns around to reveal a red, pouting face like she's about to break down. "I didn't want any of you to see me like this," she mumbles.
"Why not?" Sunset prods. "Being a waitress isn't a bad job, right? It's almost like a minimum wage job back home."
"Yeah, but someone like me being a waitress!?" Rainbow exclaims. "I was hoping for something cool like someone in a colosseum or even a blacksmith or something. Instead, the stupid ball said my luck was low and I was good enough to become a waitress."
"She may not have wanted this job," a familiarly buoyant voice says, "but she's been a really great help after a few hours." Everyone turns to see Pinkie Pie bouncing over, her breasts swaying with every step she takes. "By the way, we're good to go, Rainbow; our shifts are done."
Rainbow lowers her head in disgrace and goes on ahead to their shared room to change. Pinkie and Sunset stay behind, smirking and chortling at their friend's exaggerated attitude.
"Is it just me, or does Rainbow look a lot hotter in that outfit," another familiar voice asks.
Pinkie and Sunset look over to the source of the voice to see Twilight Sparkle standing before them in a rather titillating teacher's uniform. A white, collared, button-up shirt is popped open at the top to reveal a juicy bit of cleavage and a black bra. A black skirt covers her hips; although her rear does not seem to be well hidden due to its extravagant size. Black stockings cover her legs, pinching her gelatinous thighs and leaving imprints upon her flesh, and a pair of red, high-heeled shoes are slipped onto her feet.
Sunset eyes her friend with astonishment and a tinge of lust. With her nerdy glasses, tied back hair, and gorgeous body, she looks absolutely stunning. She's never had many fantasies about Twilight or any of her friends but this world is starting to make her see them in a whole new light.
"Uh, how was the school, Twi?" Sunset asks, trying to keep eye contact and not tit contact.
"It was alright," Twilight responds with an exasperated sigh. "It was filled with a bunch of college-age students, so it was kind of difficult to get everyone interested. One of my coworkers gave me a tip about how to get them interested in school—“
“You flashed them your tits?” Pinkie asks. She looks around in confusion at everyone’s shocked faces as if she said something offensive. “What? I’m sure that’s what you’d do in a lewd world.”
A hot blush spreads across Twilight’s face as she fidgets in place. All eyes turn to her as a small peep escapes her lips.
“You’re not wrong,” she whispers. “I mean...I was uncomfortable doing it but everyone was intent on learning after, so...”
“It’s understandable, Twilight,” Sunset says as she rests a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “New world, new ways to handle it. Just...try not to drag it back to our world once we leave.”
Everyone chuckles at the girl’s quip until the sound of overhead speakers ring to life and a female’s voice chimes in.
“ATTENTION ALL GUARDS AND ADVENTURERS! A RAID BOSS IS APPROACHING THE GATES OF IMPEKKA IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES! ALL CIVILIANS RETREAT BACK INTO YOUR HOMES! ALL AVAILABLE FIGHTERS PREPARE FOR BATTLE!”
Fear festers in Sunset’s gut. The idea of having to prematurely battle a boss-level opponent out of the blue like this seems a little too much, especially for a bunch of newbie adventurers.
“Girls!” Alo shrieks as he glides down the stairs. “Did you hear? A Raid Boss is on its way so you have to prepare yourselves!”
It’s hard to tell if he’s shivering with either excitement or fear since he has no visible features but his tone conveys signs of joy. Sunset raises an eyebrow at the jittery fairy, suspicious of what’s going on with him and this odd attitude. With impending doom on the way, he should sound a bit more terrified.
“We got the gist of what we have to do but can we actually do it?” Twilight asks with despair. “I don’t think we’re even a high enough level and we’re expected to fight a boss now?”
“Don’t worry about it too much,” Alo replies nonchalantly. “The Demon Lord sends a general over to villages or towns that have received new adventurers to test their mettle. The only thing you have to worry about is the fact that this is a fight to the death.”
The girls look between each other and Alo with looks of despair. That doesn’t sound reassuring in the slightest but they can’t stay back on the sidelines and let others die in vain.
“On the bright side...” Alo adds, dragging everyone’s attention back onto the fairy with a sliver of hope, “...you’ll earn a whole ton of EXP and rewards if you defeat the boss.”
“We know that,” Sunset responds. “It’s just that...will we be able to do it? Are there any weak points these generals have?”
Alo hums for a minute and floats around aimlessly as he ponders the possibility. “The Demon Generals are mostly Undeads and demons, so light and holy magic are most effective. Other than that...I’m not too sure.”
Before any of the girls can refute or try and talk each other out of this battle, the intercom comes back to life.
“WARNING! THE DEMON GENERAL IS APPROACHING THE FRONT GATES! REPEAT: THE DEMON GENERAL IS APPROACHING THE FRONT GATES!”
Everyone in the mess hall immediately drop their conversations and meals and run out the front doors to face the challenge ahead. Sunset and her friends look to each other, some having sparks of hope in their eyes that are passed on to ignite another. Quickly, they all change back into their adventurer armor and follow the mob to the front gates, confidence surging through their hearts.
Only a small fraction of the people in the guild hall stand, ready to fight, at the front gates. The rest of Sunset’s party manage to join her, Twilight, and Pinkie just in time, with their armor ready and weapons drawn. Even Fluttershy managed to participate but its most likely because either Rainbow Dash or Applejack had to pull her out of their room by force.
“Remember girls,” Alo pipes up as he hovers in front of each of them them like a drill sergeant, “it’s a fight to the death, so no pulling punches.” He hovers in front of Fluttershy, who seems ready to dig her head into the ground and hide until the battle is over.
“The party member that manages to land the killing blow on the boss will earn the rewards for the entire squad,” Alo continues. “Now, Rarity, you use holy or light magic to stun him—deteriorate him if you can and—“
“Um, actually, darling,” the mage stammers, dragging the authoritative spirit back over to her. “I’m afraid I don’t have any light magic or holy magic in my book.”
The fairy remains silent, so does the rest of Sunset’s party at the dumbfounding revelation.
"What?" he asks. "What level are you?"
"Almost level nine," she responds as she reads her HUD. "What level are those spells normally available?"
"At least level fifteen!" the spirit explodes, startling Sunset's party and dragging over the attention of the other adventurers. "You could have leveled up if you hadn't sat on your asses all day and actually did some quests! Maybe the only one out of you seven who can actually defeat the general is Sunset!"
All eyes, even those not in her party, turn to the dark mage with astonishment and envy. She shrinks in everyone's presence but anger builds up inside her heart. She wants to grab the little ball of light and crush him into a million pieces if it's possible. However, anger is suddenly replaced by fear as the sound of clopping hooves drags her attention back to the trail.
The sky darkens with dense storm clouds, preventing even a sliver of light from shining down onto the gathered warriors. Up ahead, coming down the trail, is a black stallion with a person clad in heavy, glistening, onyx armor riding on top. A pair of horns protrude from either side of the helmet and point to the sky and black, draconic wings emerge from their back. Though the group can’t see it’s eyes through its helmet, they can tell it’s watching all of them with a blood-thirsty gaze.
Just like with the grotesque monster they first fought, a sharp pain runs through Sunset, Rarity, and Twilight’s skulls as if they’re about to shatter. Sunset can only assume that it’s due to their horn headwear being able pick up intense magical power. This time, the pain is almost unbearable and even worse than last time.
“So, you are the warriors of this village,” the general says in a deep, booming voice. His eyes scan the crowd of warriors and Sunset can tell he’s not impressed. “You all look absolutely pathetic.”
The general isn’t wrong, that much Sunset understands. After all, she and her friends are below level fifteen and can’t possibly face an opponent like this guy.
Suddenly, a though clicks in her mind. How can she know if she can indeed face him? She’s been able to read her friend’s levels but never those of the people and creatures around her. She’s never been able to tell if someone is too overpowered for her or if they’re small fry.
Curious, she opens her menu and ventures to her settings where she spots a small option to “View Base Character Stats”. Selecting it, her eyes are suddenly open to everything around her, allowing her to view the basic statistics of everyone around her—health, mana, and level.
Small numbers hang above each person, signifying their levels; the warriors around her are between levels ten and fifteen, a little odd considering they are nomadic adventurers. She’d had expected them to be insanely powerful because they travel but she should have noticed them shaking in their boots, causing a look of repugnance to form upon her face—ironic since she’s less powerful than them.
The demon general—whose name is revealed to be Adramelech—on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Sunset nearly staggers back as she gawks at a terrifying level twenty hanging above his head. She swallows a lump of anxiety but another one forms in its stead. She doesn’t know if it’s smart to fight an opponent so far out of their league, especially with her friends being less than level ten.
Unfortunately, the option for escaping is thrown out of the window as the general climbs down from his terrifyingly majestic steed and unsheathes his sword to face the pathetic crowd of adventurers.
“You can come face me one at a time,” Adramelech says as he point his sword at the crowd, “or come at me all at once so that I may slaughter you all at the same time.”
Sunset’s group stand their ground, not making a decision to move back or forward. However, a few of the other people around them take their stances as they unsheathe swords, summon staffs and grimoires, and buff their stats as high as they can before charging at the boss.
Adramelech doesn’t get into a fighting stance, but instead, waltzes towards the oncoming forces nonchalantly. Raising the gleaming sword above his head, the general brings the blade crashing down onto the ground, sending a shockwave through the earth, and knocks the advancing warriors back.
“Honestly, you’re pathetic,” he says as he readies his sword to bisect his prey. “I shall end this without even breaking a sweat. Now, come at me for real!”
The same downed warriors wearily rise back up and Sunset can see they’re terribly depleted of health from a single shockwave. Unfortunately, none of them attempt to restore their health before charging back at the general.
*SLASH*
Sunset had to have blinked because she can’t believe her eyes. In a mere, infinitesimal split of a second, every person that had attempted to attack the general, now lie on the ground with their bodies cut it two. They don’t spill any organs or blood but they have pixelated insides like computer code—though it still causes Sunset’s stomach to lurch. Their corpses fade into digital particles but the images of their dismembered bodies are seared into her brain.
Adramelech’s sword drips with fresh crimson essence, seemingly salivating for more death and destruction.
“As I said, pathetic,” he says as he wipes the blood from the gleaming blade. “Is there no one who can face me? I’m literally the weakest general in the Demon King’s army and you peons can’t even land a decent attack, let alone defend.”
Fear grips Sunset’s heart and her friend’s seem to be in the same boat. There’s no possible way for her to evade the boss’s attacks or find an opening, what with his seemingly impenetrable armor.
“Fine,” the general sighs with malaise. “I’ll just kill all of you at once and then—“
*BANG*
A sonorous gunshot echoes through the area followed by a loud clang. Sunset looks back to see smoke pouring out of Applejack’s pistol and the gunslinger’s face is filled with fear. She must have fired out of instinct or as a test but not even a dent is visible on the boss’s armor. She quickly holsters her gun and backs away slowly as Adramelech stares her down.
“It would seem we have another contender,” the boss says as he points his sword at the startled girl. “You decided to strike me, so come and finish what you started!”
Applejack, unfortunately, doesn’t attempt to do anything. All eyes are on her petrified figure, expecting her to do something but she just stands there, frozen in fear.
“That’s it!” Rainbow Dash shouts, dragging everyone’s attention over to her. She unsheathes her daggers and gets into a fighting position, her eyes blazing with newfound determination. “You wanna fight? Try me on for size!”
Sunset doesn’t even get to call her friend back before the rogue dashes off towards the general with blinding speed, making her seem like a rainbow blur.
“Oh? You’re approaching me?” the general questions. “Instead of running away like your friend, you’re coming right towards me?”
She zigzags and serpentines on her way to her target before releasing a flurry of swipes with her daggers. Every strike connects, and sparks fly as metal clashes with metal but the general doesn’t appear to be phased in the slightest. Finally, Rainbow appears behind the general, kneeling in the dirt in a dramatic pose.
“Omae wa mou shindeiru,” she sighs as she extravagantly tucks her weapons back into their holsters without even looking back at her target.
“Rainbow, behind you!” Pinkie Pie calls out.
Unfortunately, she’s too late as a metal-clad hand grabs the rogue by the skull and plucks her from the ground like a doll. That would explain why people should look back whenever they unleash a flashy attack.
“Shinde imasen! SHINDE IMASEN!”* Rainbow screams in terror as she kicks and swings at the general, either missing or barely making contact with him. “Let me go, you bastard!”
“Don’t worry, I will let you go...” Adramelech replies sinisterly as he rears his mighty blade back, “into the Great Beyond, that is!”
Sunset has had enough of her crippling fear and the terror brought upon her friends. Furiously flipping open her grimoire, she selects the first spell she lands on.
“FIRE MAGIC: INCINERATING CANNON BALL!”
The blazing ball fires from Sunset’s hand and heads directly for the general, who seems to wait patiently for the attack. Extending his arms, Adramelech openly embraces the spell, with Rainbow still in his grasp. Fortunately, the spell makes a direct hit, engulfing the demon general in wild flames and forcing him to release his hold on the rogue.
A pained grunt enters Sunset’s ears, filling her with a small sense of satisfaction, knowing she managed to deal some sort of damage to the boss. As the flames disperse, Adramelech is revealed to be singed and bits of his armor have begun to melt but he doesn’t mind it in the slightest. He simply tears off the melting plates, revealing his built figure and most of his features.
Beneath the steel armor is a black tank top that reveals the topography of his figure. His body looks as it’s been chiseled from stone and seemingly made of the same substance as his armor.
With his helmet removed, his face is revealed to be a lot more handsome than expected. His skin is scarlet and seemingly smooth. Flowing golden locks drape over his shoulders and piercing blue eyes peer into the crowd. Two adorable, small nubs are on his forehead and two more horns curve upwards from the sides of his temple.
“Looks like we have an actual challenge, ladies and gentlemen,” the demon general declares with a sinister grin. “You’re only level eleven and yet you have the power to actually harm me, unlike these worms.”
Looking at the boss’s health bar, Sunset can clearly see he’s only taken a sliver of damage. If she were to use the same spell over and over again, it would take too much time and mana to defeat him.
“What are you waiting for? Come and face me!” Adramelech commands.
Sunset stands her ground and raises her hands to cast whatever spells she may turn to or come to mind. Without giving much thought into a plan, she charges at the demon general head on, surprising everyone.
“Sunset, what are you doing!?” Twilight shouts. “You can’t take him down on your own!”
The dark mage doesn’t heed her friend’s words as she continues her advancement towards the boss; after all, she is the only one who can take him down. She may not be as strong or as high a level as the other fighters outside her party but she has the wit and the skill to be able to defeat him.
“FIRE MAGIC: FIRE CHAINS!” she chants.
From the atmosphere, a set of flaming, orange chains constrict Adramelech’s arms to his sides and buckle in his legs, completely restricting his movement. As he struggles with his constraints, the chains tighten around his body and scorch marks are imprinted into his flesh and clothes. Despite the pain and his restricted movements, however, a gleeful smile spreads across his face.
“Excellent!” he roars with joy. “I haven’t had a decent challenge in years! Let us fight until one of us falls into the hands of death!”
Sunset slides to a halt as she notices her spell beginning to deteriorate the more the demon general attempts to break free from them. Even still, the chains dig into his flesh, searing his body and armor like a full-body branding.
Using what little time she has left, Sunset conjures her BLOODHOUND ARROWS spell and fires ten projectiles at her opponent. To her horror, however, Adramelech manages to snap the chains like string. With his arms free, he swings his sword, destroying the oncoming spell in the blink of an eye.
“What more do you have, dark mage?” he asks as he points the tip of his blade at her. “Show me more. Entertain me!”
Sunset glowers at the demon general, knowing fully well she can’t keep up this battle for long. If she can’t end this battle quickly, she’s going to run out of mana and end up as a sitting duck. None of her friends have the power to even put a dent in his flesh and none of her own spells have the power to take him out without expending too much mana—all but her dark magic.
Anxiously, she flips to the first dark spell written in her grimoire—SHADOW PITS. Reading the ability description, her eyes widen from the amount of C̴̖͐́̕O̴̰̗̣͐R̸͎̍̑R̴̘̔͜U̶͇̳̜̎P̴̼͊̂T̵͖̱̒I̴͓̾̋͝O̶̩̫̞͆̈N̵̙͋ that will build up in her meter. However, she hardly has any other choice in the matter; either she uses the spell and sacrifice some of her humanity or she lets everyone die.
“You want to see what I’ve got?” Sunset asks as she scowls at the boss. Her fear and anxiety melt away as thoughts of hate and malice replace them. “I’ll show you why I’m called the dark mage! DARK MAGIC: SHADOW PITS!”
The pitch black shadows beneath Adramelech and his horse begin to squirm and morph unnaturally. The general looks down at his shadow with bewilderment and, strangely, fear. Suddenly, a cluster of hands emerge from the murky pits and grabs the demon general and his steed, dragging both of them into the void. They scream in terror as they struggle against the eldritch forces in vain, however, only hastening their demise.
Sunset stands frozen in awe and terror as the last of her enemy’s screams are silenced and they finally disappear into the darkness. To know her dark spells could be so strong, yet so terrifying, sends a shiver up her spine. She feels sick to her stomach and she looks at her quivering hands as if they’re stained with innocent blood.
“Sunset!” Twilight’s voice drags the dark mage back to reality.
Looking back, with the sun making is appearance once again, Sunset notices her friends running over to her with joyful expressions—contrary to Sunset’s look of disappointment. They all pile upon the petrified girl and hold her in an overwhelming group hug that seems to melt away Sunset’s terror and guilt. She thankfully embraces her friends and feels her sorrow leave from her.
“I wish we could have helped,” Fluttershy says with a bit of guilt. “Sorry we couldn’t help out when you needed it most.”
“It’s alright,” is what Sunset wants to say but something else takes its place and spews out of her mouth like venom.
“It’s not okay!” she explodes, forcing everyone away from her. “You could have helped me but instead, decided to sit around like a bunch of lazy ass bastards! I’ve been risking my fucking neck and gaining the most EXP while the rest of you—“
“Sunset Shimmer!” Alo shouts like a stern parent.
The dark mage freezes in her tirade and the mortified looks upon her friends’ faces make her realize what she just said. She covers her mouth with her hands out of shame as she starts to tear up from her explicit outburst.
“Sunset, are you okay?” Rainbow Dash asks.
Sunset Shimmer looks back to the rogue with tears streaming down her cheeks and wipes them away before answering. “I...I don’t think so...”
“That was a dark spell, right?” Rarity asks. “How much corruption did you accumulate so far?”
Looking around her HUD, Sunset notices herC̴̖͐́̕O̴̰̗̣͐R̸͎̍̑R̴̘̔͜U̶͇̳̜̎P̴̼͊̂T̵͖̱̒I̴͓̾̋͝O̶̩̫̞͆̈N̵̙͋ bar has increased by ten percent—which she conveys to the group.
“That would explain your brash words,” Alo explains. “Corruption accumulated by using SHADOW PITS varies by the number of enemies you manage to kill. Since you took out the demon general and his ride at the same time, you gained ten percent. You won’t see any physical changes yet but your actions will change.”
“So by tomorrow it should revert back to zero,” Sunset sighs. “I guess there’s some relief after all.”
A small exclamation mark pops up in the corner of her HUD where her inbox is. Opening it, she gawks at the heap of rewards from slaying the general—high-tier armor, weapons, and currency are stuffed within her inventory. Even her level has taken a massive leap, unlocking new abilities and spells in the process.
“We can rest later,” she says as she turns to face her friends with a joyous smile. “Right now, let’s eat and drink till we pass out into next morning!”