Double-Blind: A Modern LITRPG

Chapter 121

Region 14 was simultaneously spectacular and minimalistic. The entrance to theno, myapartment complex looked more like the entrance to a high-end hotel or downtown bank building. The buildings nearby were dozens of stories tall, and save for the occasionally recognizable logo, it was impossible to tell if they were now-defunct office buildings or residential.

The timer ticked down from five minutes.

And youre sure we shouldnt bother with an announcement? I asked.

What if one of the buildings comes down? Kinsley added nervously.

Sara shrugged. Despite her casual air, the tip of her foot tapped rapidly against the cement. So far, nothing like that has happened. Everyones aware that rapid changes may occur. They saw what happened to region thirteen.

What happened with region thirteen? I asked, more than a little annoyed with how much Id missed in a single day.

It was grim. Tyler sighed. The civilians tore each other to pieces, and they still barely filled the receptacle in time. Then things got weird. Really weird. Surprised the girl Sara elbowed Tyler. He rubbed his side, giving Kinsley a sheepish look. Guild Leader didnt fill you in. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

I glared at Kinsley, who suddenly appeared completely invested in something on the other side of the street. It was obvious that Kinsley wasnt just being practical, she wanted to live here. Shed been pushing for it since Id awakened. Im sure she had her reasons. How weird are we talking?

Ill show you. Sara stepped out into the street, and pointed down it with her one good arm. The reflective glass of a nearby building was blocking my view. I wheeled myself down the ramp for a better look.

I breathed out in a hiss.

Up to a certain point, it was like any other downtown street. Cars parked next to meters, a food truck, and people going about their daily lives. There were far more vendors than was common for this part of town, their stalls strangely medieval looking in a way that didnt really match the setting. People were wearing armor and robes in the open now, which gave the strange feeling that we were adjacent to some sort of massive fantasy convention.

Around a dozen blocks away, it stopped. The midday light ceased as deep shadows overtook what I assumed to be region thirteen, as if the sun itself had abandoned it. There were silhouettes barely visible at this distance, tiny specks of peopleor things shaped like people, milling about.

What the hell? I muttered.

We dont know. Sara said, still transfixed on the darkness. From what weve seen, none of the surviving civilians are under visible duress. But they dont seem interested in leaving their region or even talking.

A few of ours were on the scene. Tyler said regretfully. But most walked away at the peak of the violence. Watching something like what happened there and being unable to do anythingwell, you can see how thatd be difficult. Cant say that I blame them.

Most?

A shadow flitted over Tylers face. Yes. Owen. A boy not much older than you. Our only surviving member from region thirteen. He had family there.

Past tense.

Yes. Tyler confirmed. He stayed until the end. Supposedly, the last thing he heard before the lights went out was a voice.

The overseer? Or something else.

Different voice. No ones heard from the Overseer yet, Sara said.

According to his report, there was a gap of time between when the receptacle was filled and the result. Probably whoever owned the region making their decision. The voice announced, the prophet has been chosen. Blackout hit immediately after. Tyler finished.

Great. Not foreboding at all. I wanted to go look. Investigate. But that wasnt going to happen while I was still stuck in this chair.

We sent a scout. Sara chewed her lip. She was supposed to check in.

Let me guess, I said drolly, You havent heard from her.

Still giving her some time, Tyler said, Shes good at what she does. Might just be waiting for a good time to come up for air.

Of the twenty regions, thirteen and six are the biggest question marks. Kinsley finally joined the conversation, though she wouldnt meet my eye. Dungeons are popping up all over five, but the monsters are contained. Region fifteen seems to be doubling down on being some sort of trading and crafting hub. And the others are still either figuring it out, or being cagey about what they have.

Region three? I asked, my voice cold. It wasnt so much that they were poaching lux. As desperate as the event was, some degree of strife and conflict was understandable, even justifiable. It was that they continued to do so even after their receptacle was filled.

And, you know, the whole killing Users for cores thing didnt really work in their favor either.

Totally isolationist. Hostile to anyone not local to the region. Which means we have no idea what they have or dont have.

Fantastic. Even if I decided to throw this all away and go home, Id still have a problem neighbor.

I eyed something else. A construction crew at the end of the street and several open-backed trucks. Are they putting up a barrier? What if thirteen sees that as an act of aggression?

A lot of the regions are throwing up walls and checkpoints. Kinsley confirmed. What were doing is nothing out of the ordinary. Region 5s the big exception. They seem to want Users to come there in droves. As many as they can get. Theyre charging for dungeon entry, but not nearly as much as they could be. Still figuring out the angle.

I thought about the information I had and came to a decision. Get me in a room with Owen.

Hes traumatized. Borderline catatonic, Sara said. Im not convinced he has any more useful information than what hes told us.

Maybe. But it cant hurt. If you make it happen, hell talk to me. I grimaced. Whatever the next event is, we need to be ready for it. That means strengthening our positions on all fronts. And ensuring that what happened in region 6 isnt going to spread. Being proactive is the name of the game, from this point onward. If they don't give us enough information to prepare for whatevers coming, fuck it. Well prepare for everything.

There was an odd reaction, and I realized Id erred. I looked around, suddenly self-conscious. Its been a rough week. Ive gotten used to calling shots without any real regard to hierarchy.

After a pause, Tyler rested a hand on my shoulder. Kinsley says youre her primary advisor. And that she owes much of the success of the merchants guild to you. And given that your guild not only took a pay cut to help the entire city, but also managed to fortify your region, and save this one? He shrugged. Im prepared to seriously consider any advice you might have.

The nagging puzzle piece finally fell into place. What Id been missing this entire time. There are twenty regions. But at the beginning of the event, the Overseer said only sixteen needed to be fortified.

We noticed that too, Sara said. As far as we can tell, every region had a receptacle. Havent made sense of it yet.

I see. I rested my head on my palm. Whatever the reason for the discrepancy, it wasnt a mistake on the overseers part. Either the system had plans for the four regions that didnt have to be fortified, in which case it was strange that they didnt just gloss over that in the announcements. Or four of the regions had achieved some sort of clemency before the event began. And it was a total hunch, but I had a strong feeling that wherever the suits resided was probably one of those regions. Not a fan of the way theyre dividing us. Or the timing.

Same here. Hopefully, well know more in a few days. Tyler said.

My wheelchair jostled as Iris arrived at my side, landing with both feet. Only after did she seem to notice the group that had formed, and her smile lessened somewhat.

You called? she signed.

I checked the timer. Less than a minute remained. Yup. Something might be happening soon. Figured you'd want to see. Where's Mom and Ellison?

The double doors behind me wooshed, and I turned to see my mother step out from Iriss wake. She looked glass-eyed and bleary, as if shed just woken from a deep sleep.

Hes not coming. I asked Iris. More statement than question.

Havent seen him since this morning. Iris confirmed.

She scrambled carefully up on my lap, eyes almost comically wide as her head swiveled back and forth.

Sister? I heard Sara whisper to Kinsley. Kinsley murmured an affirmative.

The first thing I noticed was a shift in temperature. It was almost always hot, but this was different. More humid somehow.

A single green sprout emerged from the crack in the sidewalk before me. Dozens more followed suit, thin green fingers scrambling for purchase. There was a resounding crack as the sidewalk itself shattered.

Someone grabbed the handles of my wheelchair and yanked me backwards before it tipped over. When I looked back, something gnarled and brown was emerging from the concrete, widening the hole as it grew.

People avoided the sidewalks and roads as more greenery emerged, wrapping itself around anything nearby, cars, meters, and drains. The unending orchard of trees sprouted gray-blue leaves and golden blossoms as they reached their apex of twenty to thirty feet. freewebnøvel.com

I caught a flash of movement from above and looked up. Behind a nearby skyscraper, a massive trunk, expansive in diameter, extended above the building and up into the clouds.

Iris stared up at it in wonder.

Countless car alarms were going off, all at mixed intervals. Civilians and Users alike had stopped running from the chaos and were gawking at the scene, unsure what to make of it.

Ho-lee shit. Tyler said.

Its beautiful, My mother whispered.

Going to be a bitch to commute. Sara approached the tree that sprouted from the concrete before us. She poked it once. Then tentatively reached up to a thin, low-hanging branch, testing it. Eventually, she lifted her entire body in a one-handed pull-up, then dropped and landed with a grunt. Its strong.

I blinked. Regardless of how sturdy the tree was, there should have been some movement. But the branch hadnt budged. Whatever Id expectedmetal deep in the earth, some sort of oil analogue perhapsit hadnt been this. Not even close.

Iris! My sister dropped from my lap before I could stop her, approaching the tree as Sara had. Sara reached out to grab her, but Iris ducked away, giving the woman an apologetic smile. Before any of us could intervene, Iris touched the tree. Her palm was flush to the wood, her face a mask of concentration.

Ordinators Emulation ticked in the back of my mind.

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