The Oracle Paths

Chapter 512 - How Dare You!

A few dozen minutes later, Jake deactivated the Purgatory with a splitting headach and an expression of intense frustration on his face. He couldnʼt count the number of times heʼd dreamed of strangling the old man.

It was indeed Farming 101. In that boring half hour, Jake didnʼt learn much. Quite the opposite. Instead, he was exploited like a lowly servant and forced to do all sorts of menial tasks like milking a cow or cleaning manure.

After this traumatic experience, he was already less optimistic about his ability to obtain these Soul Glyphs. He almost regretted Nylregʼs Monster Game. At least in that game, accumulating Roles and collecting Reward Cards was still relatively accessible.

Despite the feeling of being taken for a fool and free labor, the peasant had still fulfilled his duty. Every thankless task he had been given had been explained at length to eliminate any possible confusion. It was concise and clear, and with Jakeʼs elephantine memory, these instructions would be etched in his mind forever.

On the other hand, the farmer never stopped talking once he started and his words were a treasure trove of information. He didnʼt just limit himself to the task at hand, but also took the opportunity to discuss all sorts of topics. His knowledge was light years ahead of that of a peasant lost in the countryside.

On several occasions, Jake heard him mention strange names and number sequences, and it took him a few minutes to realize that he was referring to actual locations in the Mirror Universe. The terminology he was using to speak was also Oraclean, and if he hadnʼt memorized an entire dictionary on the subject he probably would have been completely clueless.

After that painful half hour, Jake had unapologetically called it a day, but he couldnʼt exactly say that his time was completely wasted either. His instincts were telling him that an equivalent manual in the Oracle Store would not be as affordable as one might think at first thought.

The felines, who meanwhile had continued to nap, groom themselves or frolic around, perked up when they saw him reappear.

”Is it time?” Crunch asked excitedly, wagging his tail like a dog.

”It should be.” Jake muttered half-heartedly.

He then contacted Will again to find out the latest on his investigation, and the businessman solemnly announced that he had managed to get some news through the Civilian and Player Hall. As for the additional information, he had obtained it from Svara herself.

Remembering that his former temporary slave was indeed a Nawai, Jake figured it was indeed the right thing to do, even though he had no intention of involving anyone in this rescue mission.

”Svara asked to come.” Will mentioned with slight hesitation.

Jake frowned as he considered this option, but in the end he simply shrugged.

”Sheʼs free to do what she wants. If she wants to come with us, thatʼs up to her, but itʼll probably be dangerous.

Will laughed bitterly in response.

”It is precisely because she knows how dangerous this Nawai warlord is that she asked to come. I got the impression she wouldnʼt mind a little score-settling, if you know what I mean...”

Jake remembered that Svara was an independent woman looking for recognition and fulfillment. She was the equivalent of a feminist born in the Middle Ages. The Nawai were so primitive, both biologically and psychologically, that each gender and their behavior was distinctly defined.

There would never be any room for communication or progress as long as the Nawaii women would accept submission and the males would let their testosterone and green bean IQs dictate their behavior. On top of that, their morphological differences worked so much against the women that without the Oracle it would have taken a miracle to break this macho and tyrannical spiral.

Jake couldnʼt imagine what she had gone through to develop this strength of character, but after living in such a society and getting the chance to extricate herself from it, it was impossible for Svara not to feel a deep resentment.

”Thereʼs something else too...” Will resumed in an even more hesitant and embarrassed manner if that were even possible.

”What is it?” Jake asked without really understanding the businessmanʼs shy and uptight attitude. He didnʼt know him to be so fearful and cautious under normal circumstances.

”Mmmm, nothing... Letʼs deal with the Kyle problem first. We better, well you better hurry. Iʼll try to buy you some time...”

Hearing his comradeʼs nonsensical spiel, Jake was overcome by a strange shiver of unease. It wasnʼt fear, but a sudden trepidation at the approach of something that was likely to cause him a lot of trouble.

”All right, letʼs go.” He capitulated with nary a second thought. His keen instincts had saved him more than once, and he trusted them more than he trusted the Oracle System, even if he was bordering on paranoia at times. ”Letʼs meet on Thelma in five minutes.”

Without further ado, he contacted Kyle, who didnʼt bother asking why they werenʼt just meeting on his island to talk. All that mattered to him was that they were finally going to save his sister.

Jake then informed the felines of their rendezvous point and they put their big paws on the Yellow Cube one by one to meet him there. When only he was left, he took one last look at his uninhabited island and out of the corner of his eye he suddenly spotted a speck of reddish light approaching at high speed from the cosmos.

The only thought he had before he disappeared was that this bright light was coming from Willʼs island.

ʼ Enya or Esya ? Well, whatever...ʼ

He didnʼt bother any further and focused instead on the huge platform covered with Yellow Cubes he was standing on. Whether it was pure luck or a twist of fate, Jake reappeared at the exact same Yellow Cube from his last visit and recognized the same old alien named Roth who had answered his questions the last time. Upon recognizing him, Roth greeted him with a friendly wave.

The alien was his usual self with his grayish skin, floppy ears and a long mustache. He still wore his rusty armor covered with gashes and a long, frayed black cloak hung loosely down his back. One notable change, however, was that the Warrior was no longer twice his size.

This was not because the alien had shrunk, but because Jake had grown quite a bit taller since then. The veteran made sure to bring this to his attention,

”Hey kid, if you keep growing like that youʼre going to outsize me!” Roth laughed out loud. ”I canʼt wait for that day to come! You can take my place and I can retire, haha.”

Jake strained to laugh as well, but deep down he was definitely not amused.

”Hopefully, I wonʼt get that big too soon. Preferably, never.” He replied in a tentatively detached tone, but he was almost wincing.

Fortunately, Roth wasnʼt too well versed in human expressions and his reaction felt perfectly normal to him. Bored to tears, he naturally followed up with another question.

”What brings you here? Shopping?”

”If only... This is a rescue mission. A friend of mineʼs sister has signed a Slave Contract with a primitive, libidinous alien and I have to find a way to rescue her.”

Roth grimaced as he heard this.

”Tsk, nasty business. Rarely does this kind of story end well.” The old alien growled grimly. ”Youʼd better give up.”

”Whyʼs that?” Jake was somewhat taken aback by the veteranʼs pessimistic attitude.

”Because if heʼ s not the ultimate moron, his current master has already put her through hell. You may save her, but be prepared to get a wreck back. I wonʼt hide from you that Psychotherapeutic Soul Skills donʼt grow on trees and they have more than unreliable effects.

”And if heʼs not too stupid, heʼll stay holed up in an Oracle Shelter or his Floating Island and I wish you good luck in forcing him out. If heʼs as horrible as you claim, heʼll be too attached to his comfort to risk everything on a whim. You better pray that the rise in his intelligence wasnʼt enough to instill some sense into him and that heʼ ll respond to your provocations.”

Jake was about to retort that he would find a solution somehow, but he finally caught sight of the familiar figure of his comrades waving at him.

”My friends are here, I have to go. See you around.”

”See you around.” Roth waved at him as he returned to his post. ”Tell me how your rescue went next time. Maybe Iʼll get something out of it.”

His last words seemed full of optimism, but his expression said absolutely the opposite. Having already spent too much time with the disillusioned alien, Jake walked away without looking back and met up with Kyle and Will walking toward him.

A few seconds later, Svara appeared and told them their next destination before disappearing into a Yellow Cube again. Jake and the others followed in her wake and they vanished from Thelma as if they had never been here.

*****

On Jakeʼs Floating Island, seconds after he disappeared into the Yellow Cube, a reddish flame comet collided with his islandʼs force field before ricocheting pitifully.

After two more collisions, the comet gradually stopped glowing and a flame-red-haired man in his forties appeared on top of the island on the other side of the force field.

This man wore a Fire Archmage exquisite robe of the same color as his hair. The texture was reminiscent of velvet, but was embellished with numerous gold-colored stitched patterns that recalled the flames enveloping him. Actually, this outfit was more of an overcoat than a robe and the middle-aged man wore underneath a pair of soft black leather pants and a thin armor of the same color and inlaid with rubies.

All of a sudden, the red-haired middle-aged man took a deep breath despite the lack of air in the sidereal void, swallowing back his own flames, then bellowed out red with anger,”Jake! Show yourself before I gut you! How dare you defile my daughter?!”