FVN Chapter 38 The Collapse
Chapter 38 The Collapse
My f*cks! I pulled one of the wooden tokens out of my pocket and looked at it. It was a wooden cutout of the word f*ck in capital letters. But I wouldn't be able to throw all the way to the other end of the stacks normally.
Even with a Vi empowered throwing arm. What if I performed a minor Vi blast as it left my fingers? That could work.
I put the f*ck into my hand and gathered Vi in my fingertips. I hurled it over the stacks of crates as hard as I could and performed a Vi blast on my fingertips as the f*ck left my hand.
It shot over the piled up boxes and landed on a crate with a soft clatter. I heard the Boss's mech steps slam into the ground as it walked over to where it heard the noise.
"Game's over little mouse. I've got you," he said.
I looked around the corner of the boxes and he was looking the other way, over where I had thrown the f*ck. I sneakily tip toed up to the massive mechanical suit and aimed Muramasa's Blood Fiend right at the center of the back of the mech.
"What the f*ck?" The Boss said, as he stared at the small wooden token of the word f*ck laying on top of the crate he was looking at.
I started up my Blood Saw as quickly as I could and thrust my sword straight through the machine. In one end and out the other side. When I pulled it out, there was blood on the blade and it hummed in a satisfied manner.
The Boss swiveled the top of the mech suit so it was aimed at me now. I heard its guns starting to rev up, so he heaved with all my might and pushed the mech over onto its back.
The guns started shooting the ceiling and missiles fired off also hitting the ceiling of the facility. There was a loud noise and the roof shuddered. I hear creaking metal really loud and a section of the ceiling fell down and landed right next me.
The building was collapsing and I had to get me and the president's daughter out of here. I ran back over to the corner of the facility where the president's daughter was hiding, while dodging falling debris.
We arrived at her father's office, which he was still at, at midnight according to my watch. He looked me up and down with a cigar in his mouth and tapping his foot.
[Main Objectives Completed!]
[Initiating negotiation mini-game. The results will determine your rewards]
'What? This isn't how it's supposed to go! I'm supposed to just do the thing and get my reward, not have to argue some corporate executive out not paying me!'
[I did not design the parameters. I simply am interpreting the messages sent by the game's system]
'Ok. Fine. This better go well.'
[That is up to you]
"I suppose you'd like to be paid?" He said, with an annoyed tone. Like I didn't just save his daughter's life.
"That would be preferable, yes," I said, resisting the urge grab him and shake him for having the nerve to try to get out of paying me.
"Suppose I didn't pay you. Suppose I had security escort you out of the building?" He said, smiling a wicked smile.
This was just like dinner with mafiosos or dragons. It was a social game where my negotiation skills were pitted against his, and whoever's was weaker, lost.