Redo! Last Chance for a Dying World!

He checked his Attribute page to make sure that he was as prepared as possible.

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Geth: Level 21

Exp: 4200/6500

HP- 930* (Rec. 2.48/Second)

MP- 495* (Rec. 2.16/Second)

Strength- 5 +5 (P.Damage/Stamina Recovery)

Agility- 5 +5 (Mov.spd./Dexterity/Reflexes)

Defense- 52 +10 (HP/P.Res./HP Rec.)

Wisdom- 44 +10 (MP/M.Res./Mana Recovery/Processing Speed/Memory)

Intelligence- 5 +15 (MP/M.Dmg./Learning Speed)

TP- 3 (Talent Points)

SP- 0 (Skill Points)

AP- 0 (Attribute Points)

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Geth still continued to hold on to his 3 TP, unsure of what talents would be offered at Level 25. He also wouldn't mind upgrading Mana Sense again, but at this point, it would cost him 8 TP!

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The trio exited the door of the Dungeon, stepping into the glaring light of the morning sun. Their first heading was the woods near where he believed his neighbors were camping.

Geth intended to take the Dungeon that he believed was in that area. While he was at it, he would offer the Dungeon to them, if they agreed to become a branch of Valhalla.

There was nothing in the world that was free, this world even more so. If the group wanted the benefits that Geth could provide, they would have to work.

Geth thought of Hulk. The man wasn't a bad guy, always helping out in the neighborhood. He was constantly in the yard working on something while his kids were playing.

The guy already had a group of people following him. Quite a few of them were men. It would be a big step if Geth could coerce them to his side. Safety was the most someone could offer at this time, and Geth held the monopoly.

There were multiple reasons for trying to recruit a large group of people. The only problem was that he didn't want to bring him to his family for now. The Dungeons would be a big help for that.

The trip was only 15 miles or so. They came within view of the woodline before the sun was completely over the horizon. Geth was the slowest, but even jogging with his 10 Agility allowed him to be comfortable at 8 miles per hour.

If he hadn't been holding the other two back, they could have made it in 30 minutes. The disparity in speed made him wish for some equipment that could increase his movement.

As they approached the wooded area, two men jogged out to greet them, holding on lightly to the rusty swords at their hips. They soon relaxed when they noticed Geth was among the trio.

"Geth! What brings you this way?" One of the men asked. Even though Geth had saved them, the man was still a bit cautious. Geth was actually glad to see this, it meant the group had started adapting.

He responded "Is Hulk still leading your group? I have some business with him."

"Yes, I'll take you to him."

The group jogged into the woods, the trio following the two men. Geth wasn't particularly worried about an ambush, but he constantly kept an eye out with Inspection.

There were no odd tracks on the ground. He saw occasional footsteps, or wandering Goblin groups. The two men in front of him were only Level 12 so they were no concern.

The names Albus had for them were Harris and Farris. The two of them were brothers and lived together back home, but he still thought the rhyming names were a bit much.

The group came to a small clearing not too far from the edge of the woods. Harris turned to look towards them. "I'll head over and grab Hulk." He dashed into the woods in the direction they'd come from.

'Hmm, they are a bit more cautious than I would have thought.' Geth thought to himself. He looked over at the other man. Farris was acting completely normal, though he would constantly peak over at Zolis.

Geth didn't mind, she was beautiful, he was proud that she could draw looks in that fashion. Zolis was spinning the large hammer like a top. It was still strange to see her wielding it. From top to bottom, she was barely taller than it.

He chuckled while watching her soothe her boredom. Filthy was throwing short daggers into a tree trunk and retrieving them. Part of the reason was for practice, but he also wanted anyone watching to feel a bit intimidated.

Geth nodded. He'd thought the same thing, this was a good location for an ambush. There was no reason for him to be on edge though. Not only was he leagues stronger than everyone there, but he'd also lived beside these people for a few years.

It took close to a half-hour, but they finally heard some rustling in the brush. The four looked over with hands on their weapons.

Geth was the first to see the man in the shadows. He signaled the rest to calm down. Hulk stepped out with his hands raised and a goofy smile on his face.

"Damn, it looks like a party over here!" He laughed at his little joke, then his face became solemn. "I'm sorry my guys didn't bring you to the camp. Someone attacked one of our scouts the other day. We were only able to run them off with numbers."

A slight frown appeared on Geth's face, but in his mind he was thankful. This would simply seal the deal for his offer. "That's terrible, and they were strong enough to get away from your whole group?" It was time for him to plant the seed.

"Yes, they were particularly fast but could cause a lot of damage. We couldn't even compare." Hulk replied. Geth glanced at Albus and saw that Hulk was still only Level 13 himself.

"That happens to be part of the reason I came here." Geth got to the point. "I want to help you guys out."

"And how exactly can you do that?" Hulk asked.

"Sit down. I'll tell you a bit about what I've been doing, along with what my plans are. It will take some time." Geth said.