Versatile System
Chapter 90: The city of dwalfs
Trevor looked at the screen in front of him and couldn’t help but let out a sigh of absolute disappointment.
Now he was only limited to his few other cards,
all of which didn’t last as long as he would have really wanted them to.
Trevor took a deep breath and moved straight toward the endless void before him.
He wasn’t even sure how he would actually find the things he really needed to discover.
After walking a huge distance, he suddenly started falling down at a very massive rate.
Before Trevor could even realize that he had actually stepped into a hole, he had already hit the ground, passing out from the sheer collision.
"I really should have known better. Immediately that thing blocked my attack, the agency was freaking right, they were explorers."
Alex paced around, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he could literally hear it.
He had already seen the system message, all the tasks that needed to be completed and everything,
but he had already been unconscious for only God knows how long. Trevor could very well already be in the last stage of the mission.
Alex’s eyes lit up slightly as a plan had already taken shape in his mind.
Even if Trevor was actually in the last phase of the mission, if he killed him, he would immediately respawn. Hopefully his men would still be there, and they could kill him immediately again.
But if he let him live, then either his men would not be there again, or Trevor would be granted a huge boost in his abilities.
Alex immediately clenched his hands into fists. He was almost certainly not going to let that happen.
He immediately charged toward the side Trevor had walked down, completely oblivious to it.
If he found Trevor, there was literally only one option.
Kill him, and kill him as fast as possible.
Trevor woke up as groggy as possible.
It was like he was just waking up from a very long nap.
Without wasting time, he immediately stood up and took the stance of someone ready for battle.
In front of him were two men with long white beards.
It was more than reasonable. This was obviously a dungeon, so creatures were meant to exist.
The men looked so short, it was like they had never grown past the age of twelve.
Their beards were actually very thick and long, but also well kept.
But their clothes looked worn out, like they had not changed them in forever.
And with the way they stroked their beards, it was more than obvious that they valued them far more than the clothes they were wearing.
"We know exactly what you seek," one of the men said, his voice husky, like he hadn’t drunk water for a whole summer.
Trevor’s stomach turned immediately.
The smell of the man was so bad it could make the weak throw up.
Trevor took a deep breath and then finally spoke,
"Please, who are you guys exactly, and who am I to you?"
His voice was laced with a mixture of uncertainty.
For the first time, Trevor finally looked at the place he had fallen into.
"How do you actually plan to help me? I would really want to know about that," he said calmly, immediately activating his essence. His eyes were still roaming around the crowd of people who were before him.
"Please, no, no, stop! Your power could kill us. We are powerless creatures without magic," the men before him explained carefully.
Trevor, on the other hand, knew he had arrived at a little civilization without powers.
"Please, all we seek is for you to help us kill a beast called the Breeder. It is capable of reproducing during battles, and its offspring are as deadly as it is," the men spoke before calmly kneeling in front of him.
"Please help us, please. We are helpless since we have no magic, and most of our people have been killed by this entity."
Trevor thought for a split second before responding,
"I’m sorry. I pray you find someone else, but right now I am not interested. I need to find a way out of here so I can complete my own task."
Immediately, Trevor began trying to find a way out.
The only thing he could see right now was his mother’s nice smile, her warm hug.
He just couldn’t help someone at the risk of his mother dying.
Immediately, the dwarf men fell to their feet and held his legs.
"Please help us, please. We would help you too," the dwarfs begged on their knees, almost on the verge of tears.
"Well, what exactly would you even help me do? It’s not like you could actually help me. You don’t have magic," Trevor said almost immediately, tugging his legs free as he looked above, trying to find a way to climb back to the surface.
"Well, we have infinite knowledge. That’s our cheat, I guess. We would be able to help you answer any questions you have," the men spoke desperately, trying hard to make him help them.
Trevor paused for a bit and turned.
"Do you know..."
"Do you know where exactly the three primordial towers are located, yes or no?" Trevor spoke calmly. He knew deep down that he was running out of time, and he didn’t really want to start any long talks.
"Yes, we do. And we could even make you a map. Just help us, please," the men begged, gripping Trevor’s feet again.
Trevor thought for some seconds before responding,
"Okay then, I will help you-"
Even before Trevor could finish his statement, the two men had already stood up and begun rejoicing with their companions.
Almost instantly, Trevor knew what type of dungeon this was.
He calmed himself before speaking,
"On one condition."
Almost immediately, the celebrations stopped, as if someone had said an abomination.
"I would need some people walking on the maps immediately. I wouldn’t want to waste any more time here once I am done," Trevor said, staring at the eager faces of the dwarfs as if asking if that was all.
"If you agree to my terms and conditions, then you can lead the way," Trevor said calmly, activating his essence again.
But this time around, they were not scared. Instead, they were overjoyed.
Without wasting any more time, they immediately led the way.
Trevor immediately started strategizing on how to take out the monster as fast as possible.
Even though he hadn’t really met the monster, he knew one thing about it.
It had the ability to reproduce clones in battle.