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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-three. Working through the problems.

"We have confirmation?" Elania asked.

"Yes, from the Queen herself," Taylor replied.

"I'd thought it would actually take longer for the first person on Earth to reach tier eight," Elani...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-two. How can I name it if I don't know what's in there.

"I can't even," Jessica shook her head, the normally loquacious blonde at a loss for words.

"I want to ask both how, and maybe more importantly, why?" Amanda said as she eye...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-one. We're doing this.

Bob left the meeting with the King of Greenwold in a daze.

Out of everything he'd been afraid the King might want to talk to him about, he hadn't seen this coming.

The problem was, the ...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty. Long live the King.

I feel compelled once again to ensure that all of those reading understand the King of Greenwold's voice is that of Burn Notice era Bruce Campbell.  His majesty cannot properly be apprecia...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Nine. Explanations and tasty treats.

"I cannot stress strongly enough the importance of keeping your Mana Sight spell at its maximum level," a male voice instructed.

Huron had guided Bob deeper into the Church, and they were nea...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Eight. Going down the list.

Bob could count the number of times, as an adult, that he'd wanted to hurt another human being on his digits without having to take off his shoes. Or even unzip his pants. Despite wading through oc...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Seven. Out of the Dungeon.

Bob had always loved the practice of physics.  It was one of the main reasons he'd ended up at Fermi, where he could actually utilize the particle accelerator.  He was willing to...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Six. So. Many. Monsters.

"Bob's level twenty," Jessica reported as she looked at her tablet.

"Shit, it's going to take us a while to catch up," Dave sighed.

"It took us just under three months to cap tier seven...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Five. Absolute Units and dealing in non-absolutes.

Congratulations! You have reached your second personal threshold!  You may select one of the following bonuses.

Reduce the cost of a single spell or skill by 8%<...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Four. Trebor unleashed.

Barrage.  This skill reduces the value of any spell it is applied to by fifty percent, while producing the effect of the spell three times.  This skill doubles the cost of the spe...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Three. All about that grind.

Summon Mana-Infused Object was sort of an odd spell. The hardness of the material was determined by his spellcasting value, but it was also determined by how large the object he summoned w...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Two. Overpowered.

I don't have a good way to include my beloved tables.  I sent another email to Patreon's support team, but given their radio silence on the matter over the past year, I don't hold out much...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-One. Coming together.

Typing with a missing fingernail (or the last third of it anyway) is not fun.  Do not recommend.  Also, my mother's Feline Overlord crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday afternoon. &nb...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty. Finally on the right path.

Sorry folks, I tore up the nail bed on my ring finger, which made typing a delicate and at times, painful, process.

Also, these next few chapters will abound with System windows....

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-nine. Grinding up while the world keeps spinning.

Bob had to remind himself that maniacal cackling was villainous behaviour and shouldn't be indulged in. It was just hard to resist as he watched his three UtahRaptors tearing through the G...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Eight. Time to grind.

"Baby pull me closer in the backseat of your rover, that I know you can't afford like that tattoo on your shoulder," Jessica sang, "Pull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven. GW Please don't sue me.

The whole change to natural Dungeons had its ups and downs, but if Bob had to point to one single aspect of that change that annoyed him, it was that the Dungeon didn't change as you leveled. Sure,...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-six. Laying the foundations.

The thing about Systemless casting was that it took effort.  You had to visualize the pattern, push your mana out to form it, adjusting for the fluctuations in the ambient mana, then energize ...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five. Planning and overdue conversations.

"Well, I suppose it could be worse," Bob sighed, then frowned as he did the math.  "It is pretty bad, though."

His end reward for completing the Dungeon had been one hundred and twenty m...

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Murderous Savages. Chapter Three. Burn motherfucker, burn!

'You have entered the Rift ENAGASMNPNE163. This Rift contains three hundred and eight creatures between levels one and three. You may exit the Rift at any time. Kill ten creatures to receiv...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Four. Organic beings are stupid.

System Updating to revision 3.0238b

While the System is perfect, it must exist in an imperfect multiverse.  In universes where there are no sapient beings, there...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Three. The gathering storm.

"We were starting to get worried about you, yeah?" Jessica said as Bob emerged from the Hidden Dungeon.

"I'm fine," Bob replied, reaching over to rub Monroe's cheek.  The super sized flo...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Two. So it begins...

Another chapter run through prowritingaid.  It seems like it's catching my grammatical errors, misspellings, and abuse of the common comma.  At least it isn't making it worse, which w...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-One. Divine. Feline. Overlord.

New Achievement.

Progenitor.

You are the first user of your species to evolve beyond your own limitations.  You have blazed a trail for yo...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty. Doubts and considerations.

So, the past two chapters have been benefited from the use of prowritingaid, a replacement for grammarly.  It seems to be doing the job of finding my grammatical errors, and it has the ben...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Nine. C-c-changes.

"Took you long enough," Mike grumbled, rising the from the table.

Bob looked around, pleased to see that they had put the clubhouse back in order.

"I saw you converted the Dungeon over,...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Eight. Revisiting the Hidden Dungeon.

The crux of the issue was that it was never a good time to reincarnate.  There was always something hanging out in the background that would be nice to take care of first.  The l...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Seven. Well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions!

“So, we’ve been moving around looking for a likely planet to settle down on, away from all the troubles on Earth and Thayland,” Bob explained.

“But space is vast, and the spell only g...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Six. Thou art crunchy, and taste good with ketchup.

Korldon Astaides, formerly the High Priest of the Church of Light, lay spread eagle in the center of the ritual circle. His screams had become dull rasps as his vocal chords frayed and snapped from...

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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Five. Home.

Naomeh looked at the mortals impassively, grateful that her form allowed her to conceal her emotions.

She hadn't expected the mortals to have any real knowledge of ascendancy, but they'd surp...

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