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Chapter Four Hundred and Twelve. Stories of the resupply.

Harv was bored.

Elli, Wayna, Eddi, Bailli, and Erick had all gone shopping once he'd been told that he wasn't going to be deported after all.  Everyone was eager to resupply one favorite...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Eleven. Basking in her necromantic power.

Carol-Ann straightened her shoulders and ran her fingers across her hair one last time.  She'd told herself that it was normal to be nervous.  It wasn't every day that you met the Preside...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Ten. Humans gonna human.

Bob rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a headache coming on.

"That's a good thing, right?" He asked.

"The people that live there sure seem to be happy about it," Alex replied with a s...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Nine. Catching up on current events.

"Bob!" Alex exclaimed cheerfully as he rushed forward to embrace Bob in a hug.

"Alex," Bob replied awkwardly, patting the man on the back for a moment before he pulled out of the hug.

"...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Eight. Bureaucracy, thy wheels grind exceedingly fine.

I'm still not happy with this, but great is the enemy of good.  In this case, I sort of feel like good is the enemy of just ok, but it's important that I write something.  

I'm...

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I'm not dead yet.

As some of you may be aware, I am taking care of my elderly mother as she slides slowly into Alzheimers.

I am not a natural caregiver, and this takes a lot out of me.

I took a short vac...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Seven. Dancing.

Bob held Jessica close as he followed the steps they'd been shown, one of his hands holding hers while the other pressed against her lower back.

A lower back that was bare, thanks to the dres...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Six. Dinner.

"So, do you want the crystals?"  Bob asked impatiently.  "Because I'm actually kind of hungry at this point.  We were planning on being out of here more than an hour ago, and I haven...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Five. Interview.

Amanda Vasquez stared at the bags, which according to Whitman, held enough mana crystals to let her start over.

When she'd taken the skills Investigation, Persuasion, and Glibnes...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Four. Setting the stage.

"Good evening, Bob," Elania said, waving Taylor into the room.  "I'm afraid it's going to take some time to sort out Mr. Eilodon's legal status, but for the moment, everything is on hold, so h...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Three. Aftermath.

Bob fumed as he punched in the number the President had given him.

He hadn't made a fuss when Harv had been kicked out of the country initially.  It wasn't a big deal, because Harv had o...

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Chapter Four Hundred and Two. Clothing, and the sudden lack thereof.

Bob looked in the mirror and blinked.  He recognized himself, but the suit he was wearing somehow brought his appearance together in a way that he'd never experienced before.

The suit wa...

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Chapter Four Hundred and One. Look, bathtubs are a sore point for tall guys.

Bob flopped down on the huge bed in the rather nice hotel room.

Whoever had designed the room had clearly decided to err on the side of caution on the off chance that their clientele would to...

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Chapter Four Hundred. Catching up.

"On a personal note, welcome back, Mr. Whitman," The man across the desk, whose name tag read 'Jason Brown' gave him a smile.  "My son adores Monroe,"  he shook his head ruefully...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Nine. Everything is fine.

"Strewth, that's quite the pat on the back, yeah?" Jessica breathed.  "Makes a Sheila wonder what the reward we gave up was."

Bob nodded slowly.  He could see the excitement on his ...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight. For the herd!

"Bob, I think I speak for all of us when I say that I love you, but next time, we're just going to blitz through at tier eight," Amanda said as she leaned back into her chair.

Bob looked arou...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-seven. Splish splash.

Dungeon 4578G8249N98ISS2PM47D.

Capacity 100%

User tier eight, evolved, level forty-two. User grouped with eleven other sapient beings, tier eig...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Six. No time.

Bob looked at the row of bodies uneasily.

"This was a lot easier when they were in nice little boxes," he muttered.

"Stasis is stasis," Amanda shrugged as she finished loading a row of ...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Five. The Adventurers in the Dungeon are always hard.

"I woke up quick, at about noon, just thought that I had to kill some monsters soon," Bob sang as he scrubbed himself with his loofa.  "Gonna grind some skills before the day begins, gotta get...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-four. In the meantime....

"I could be reading too much into this, but it seems like they aren't going to be automatically put back into stasis when we leave," Amanda mused.  "Otherwise, why would they have the ability ...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Three. Dungeon Bound.

Bob watched as Jessica knelt, her blue eyes taking on a silver sheen as she began to weave the pattern of the ritual.

It was beautiful.

She directed the flows of mana like a conductor g...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Two. Growing pains.

"Food is becoming an issue," Tyolad said bluntly.

Bob blinked.  "Everyone has gardens behind their homes, don't they?"  He asked.

"They do. However, we were expecting our harv...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-one. One step forward. Half a step back. Bob is going to Bob.

Bob looked at the six Urlinad in front of him.  They were standing just a bit more closely together and a little further from him than they had the day before.

"I would like to apologize...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety. We were gods, once.

"I think we have a problem," Bailli said, her voice grim.

They had gathered in Bob's inventory for a bit of privacy, as well as a chance to enjoy a hot shower before they finished gutting the...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Nine. Building new Adventurers.

I don't know what happened here, I posted this over twelve hours ago, but when I checked for comments, it wasn't here.  


Bob looked at his group of freshers and held ...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight. Trust.

It reminded Jessica of when she'd first seen Bob cast ritual magic.  Real ritual magic, that was.  He'd created a Dungeon for the Australian refugees, the process being worlds ap...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Seven. Kitty worship and cautious plans.

I feel like I finally broke through here.  I finished the forty-seven item list of things my twin left for me to do, and I found a way out of the hole I dug for myself with the Urlinad. &n...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Six. Revelations in battle.

The nice thing about fighting tier ten monsters was the difficulty.

They were pulling two thousand and forty-six experience for each monster, and while it was divided amongst the group, it wa...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Five. Idle thoughts.

Amanda watched as Bob rubbed the bridge of his nose.

She'd been friends with him long enough to know that he'd probably just discovered some piece of information that he was going to berate h...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Four. Kitty Neglect.

"Well, that sucked," Jack complained as Bob helped pull him to his feet.

"Be glad it wasn't about eight inches higher," Mike advised, giving a meaningful nod to the pair of severed legs still...

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