Chapter 3: Proper Dungeon Dive
Well I am ashamed to admit it's been 2 weeks since I last went into the dungeon.
There are zombies in there! Actual fucking zombies. They were all behind their doors, I made some noise and there was clawing and groaning noises. Then a door broke open. I caught a glimpse of what I would be facing and got the hell out of there.
I was an office worker and a gym rat in my last life. In this life I'm a pot smoking finance student. See the down grade. I seriously need to get in shape before I head back in there.
Over the last few weeks I had opened up several companies. All working together to avoid paying taxes. I wanted to make something like Facebook to start off with. The computers are pretty advanced. The laptops, not so much. I went ahead and patented the ideas for my websites.
First things first. Make an email service. Sell advertising space and user data. Make millions.
I'll see about making a search engine. I have no idea as to where to even begin. I'll hire a few ambitious people and see what we can do.
I'll have to head over to the engineering department and talk to a few people and professors.
I will see if I can buy Rolls Royce or Bentley. They are currently, privately owned. I don't want to let the Germans to get a complete hold of them. I want a piece of the pie. It works with my financial plans.
I have also started exercising and training in basic martial arts. Simple boxing punches and straight kicks to the stomach/groin area. With my sword and spear, I practiced stab, cut, block, and parry. With the shield, block deflect, and bash.
I'm slow as fuck.
A soccer/football injury in grade 11 had me forgo most strenuous activities. Now I need to be in top shape. A change of diet. The narcotics and alcohol were cut back. I only drink whiskey or cognac. And only smoke cigars.
I also got some HGH shots. I really don't give a damn. If I'm going to be dungeon diving I'm juicing the fuck up. There are potions and things in the shop. But the cheapest one is $10,000 and is a regular healing potion. I can get a months worth of HGH for that.
In the last week alone, I've seen my skin clear up, I feel better and I have more energy. My grades are also improving. Not surprising really. This is basically my vacation before I get to the working life.
I will go into the dungeon after the end of the term. I will have summer holidays, but I intend to take some of the more challenging courses during this time. The useless courses and electives I can take over the course of the normal year. I also have to keep my grades up if I want to be able to get an apartment next year.
You think rent is high in New York now? Ha wait until 2020.
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10th July 1990
It is time.
I have everything I need. I am secure on the balcony of a New Jersey hotel.
I have food, water and weapons enough for my first proper dungeon dive.
Not jumping in right away was a very smart choice. I planned the procurement of firearms and better fucking armour. I sold the old armour and bought a new set of plate armour. How did I do that?
Well a little thing called an inventory. I happened upon a few unsavoury characters, who were high out of their minds. I bought some weed off of them, and tracked my money all the way to the big boss. Turns out they run their operations out of a auto body shop. It's behind a strip club.
I just waited for a few hours in a nearby coffee shop. In that time I noticed the surveillance going on in the area. The gang members were keeping a lookout while a few undercover officers were collecting evidence.
Around midnight I went to the strip club. Got a drink and a lap dance. I asked one of the girls where the washrooms were. Using that as an excuse I made my way to a stairwell to the basement as well as the second floor. The washrooms were in the basement, and management was upstairs.
I took care of business and washed my hands. Heading upstairs in didn't come across anybody. There was a storeroom which I shimmied open.
Lo and behold. Stacks and stacks of cash weapons and drugs. If this is what these guys have, imagine what is in evidence all around the world.
'I'm stealing it.'
I put everything in my inventory, close the door on my way out and get another dance. This one had bigger tits.
I left and got rid of the drugs by selling it to the system. It was appraised at $1.8 million! I got $1.5 million for it. Which is still pretty decent. I sold some of the extra weapons, but kept the ammunition.
I can get quite a lot of basic kit and necessities to ensure my survival in the dungeons. Armour, weapons and ammunition.
My stats after a few months are
Mind: 7.30
Body: 10.23
Soul: 1.01
I don't know what I did to improve soul, but it increased a bit.
Thanks to diet and supplements my body is above average. My mind is still my mind and therefore my weakest link.
To improve it, I started studying more efficiently and boy did that work. Not as well as me mastering business related subjects in a day, mind you. Just made the exams much easier. I am taking summer courses for all my core courses. I electives are only offered in the regular year, unless it's another department/faculty then you have a bit of luck.
Anyway. I've selected a location that gives me the high ground and is a choke point for all attacking enemies.
I check my inventory and make sure everything is in order.
Armour, check.
Pointy Sticks, check.
Guns, check.
Ammo, check.
Potions, check.
Ready as I'll ever be, check.
'Enter dungeon.'
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