19 Dungeon Dive
*Dec 1993*
This is possibly my last dudgeon dive of the year. My goal right now is to get to level 50 and make a lot of money doing it.
I am sitting on level 22. Due to the 95:5 money to EXP setting.
Because as of last week. I've got no liquid cash.
My businesses have money. My parents have money. Heck the overseas accounts I opened for Rambo and Merlin have money. But I got none. Used it all up to buy into a lot of long term investments. Everything from sports to fashion. Hell I even bought a 2% share in Playboy and a 1% share in MindGeek.
Doesn't matter where it comes from. Money is money.
And I got none of it left.
Hence this dungeon dive. The settings are set to 75:25 money to EXP. I need the money more than I need the level ups. I know something is going to come out of the blue and fuck up my life. I'm in the Marvel-verse for fucks sake. Until then, I'm going to enjoy my life.
I will worry about my enemies, when I make them. I have disagreements with people all the time. But I don't have them trying to kill me. Or steal my company/companies from me.
Not yet, at least.
Right now, I'm preparing to head into the dungeon. Than means, as an adult, I need to tell my parents, employees and business associates that I will be unavailable until Monday.
Make sure the girls I'm seeing are properly fucked. Most of them will head back home over the weekend anyway. So it's imperative I give them a proper send off.
Then I have to argue with mom and mum about not going with them to Edinburgh. I made the point clear that I will be there for Christmas, just a bit later. That upset mum. Until I gave her a "part" of her Christmas present. Which was a private island, for both her and mom. Already had a house on it. Just need to hire staff and a caretaker.
Ah, so that's where my money went.
Growing up sucks. All these responsibilities and shit.
Thankfully Master Izo, gave me time off until the second week of January. He has a family too.
*****
I enter the dungeon from the top floor of a rundown building in Hell's Kitchen.
Why?
It was the most accessible vantage point that was close to a gun store. I could look into getting better kit or repairing some of the stuff I already have. I really need to look into streamlining my kit. I am thinking of a 7.62mm rifle, a 7.62 LMG, a big game rifle, a long range rifle, and a Personal Defense Weapon.
So the shortlist looks like this:
1x AK-47
1x FN Maximi
1x .416 Rigby hunting rifle, which goes for £10,000 minimum
1x .408 M200
1x MP5 9mm
1x 1911 .45 ACP
I'm looking at $90,000 minimum to get the weapon systems and the ammunition. There is a 1911 in the system shop that I would really like. It's $45,000 though. I can get something similar for $4500-$5000.
That's enough day dreaming. I have my trusty Bone-Gun and M4 carbine and enough ammo to last a war. Time to get to killing.
*****
I started by setting up a perimeter on the roof. Tripwire alarms, mines and claymores. Most of them are improvised and jury-rigged.
After securing my immediate vicinity, I started to make my way down stairs. I needed to be quiet so I used the sword, shield and dagger.
Floor by floor, room by room. There were a few hundred zombies in this building alone. I converted them into biomass and stored it in my inventory. It will help me later.
Each floor was secured. I moved the furniture into specific spots, to control the flow of the zombies into my egress point.
After the building was setup just like I wanted. I headed outside at ground level. I secured the entrance from the outside, by using the biomass and converting it to a dense bone structure to block the side exit/entrance. The other entry points were already barricaded with furniture.
*****
I made my way to the gas station down the block. I still had to be as quiet as possible, so only using cold weapons for now.
It honestly is shit work having to hack and slash your way through trash.
Once at the gas station, I fill as many containers as possible with any type of fuel available and store it in my inventory. Free fuel for my currently nonexistent car collection.
I also need to use some of it to set the city on fire. About a hundred liters of diesel used in conjunction with the cooking oil in the restaurants. I'm here for the money, the EXP is a happy side-product.
*****
As expected, things went wrong five minutes after I filled up every container I could. I sprayed the closest fucks and clamped the hose on and let the hose go. I hacked, slashed, stabbed and shot my way out of the encirclement.
Using some of the biomass I went Spider-Man and swing around the buildings. I didn't know I could do that, until about a minute ago. The downside is the lack of thought and training put into this technique. I am wasting a lot of biomass.
Nevermind that, I am alive, I can figure things out as I go along.
With time, I created extra limbs. Four extra appendages, with a ultra-dense exoskeleton. That have a three nanometer edge, and can shoot the bio-webs. I am simply perching on the side of a building, shooting a few zombies. Once a group settles below me, I set off an explosion, collect my loot and bounce to the next area.
I set fires in the restaurant kitchens and such as I go, It will take some time for that plan to show results, in the meantime, all I can do is attract the zombies to key areas, kill them and collect the loot.
In all honesty it was boring an mundane work, but the benefits were simply too good to ignore. I get money, a few level-ups and a net positive in biomass.
*****
I have been moving around for the last ten hours!
Setting the city on fire was a terrible idea, now I don't have anywhere to rest up. I am sure as shit not going back to the starting point. It will lead every undead fucker right to me.
I have been using the biomass, to boost my adrenaline, metabolism, stamina, strength, basically every physical stat I can. Introducing stimulants directly into my blood stream.
Since this is my first solo deep dive without my ship, its becoming a real pain in the ass. My mind is not used to hours and hours of fighting.
Note to Self: Actually do something for the veterans!
My thoughts on needing an LMG are becoming prophetic. The reloads after 30 shots had become second nature. Using my extra limbs, I stab anything that gets a little too close in the head.
Rinse and repeat.
*****
It has been eighty hours since I entered the dungeon.
The ammo I thought was enough for a war? Well, I'm fucking out of it. Not to mention my M4 is worn to shit. It's practically scrap at this point in time.
Time to use the bone gun.
*****
I am running around like a crack fiend on PCP trying to absorb as much biomass, as possible before the fire burns it. The fire plan worked a little too well, and since this was my first time executing this plan... my entry building is also on fire.
I HAVE to kill absolutely every fucking thing I see, to be able to get the fuck out of here.
*100 hours later*
I have resorted to percussive therapy.
I am manually killing an beating the shit out of the zombies.
*****
These are my stats after 420 hours in the dungeon
Mind: 25
Body: 50
Soul: 3.00
Abilities:
Dungeoneer
Dungeon Master
Biomancy
Skills:
Swordsman: Level 20
Spearman: Level 20
Archery: Level 20
Gunslinger: Level 50
*****
I am back where I entered the dungeon. On top of the building. Dead on my feet. I convert some biomass into cocaine and introduce it directly into my blood stream.
Now fully awake, I make my way home.
As I near my mansion, there is a bimbo jogging. Face: 7/10, body: 10/10, tits: fake but massive and firm. She'll do for the night.
An evening and night of passion, where I channeled my frustrations into giving her a few dozen orgasms, I finally sleep.
P.S. Racing is ruinously expensive. No racing league of my own. 'Sad billionaire noises'
