Starred Tower: System Misinterpret Book One - A Post Apocalyptic Cultivation LitRPG by Ryan DeBruyn

Author:Ryan DeBruyn [DeBruyn, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ryan DeBruyn Enterprises Inc.
Published: 2021-05-07T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

September 2nd, 151 AR

Jeff Turle

An insistent slapping of my face slowly recalls my consciousness from whatever dreamscape it’s been in. As is often the case when waking up, it takes several moments for my eyes to come into focus. Maybe that’s because of the change in lighting?

It becomes clear that I am no longer in the Leporid warren. The bright fluorescents of the Training Room come into focus as a hand continues to sting my cheek. Reflexively, I move my arm to block it.

“Good. Jeff awake. Eat. Heal.”

The bark-growl gives me a moment’s notice. A vial of something is then practically shoved into my mouth, which I open to drink. The liquid is dumped down my throat, and I sputter as the taste hits my tongue. My convulsing forces half of it to fly back out while the other half splits between my lungs and stomach. My eyes lose focus again as tears form, and my sputtering turns into raging coughs.

When I gain control of my body again, my face is stained with tears, my lungs burn, and all I can smell is whatever sewage water Mur poured into my mouth.

“What. . .the. . .?” I sputter.

“Jeff back with Basement Tribe. This tonic, dork shaman show Mur. It from nearby herbs. Great for blood-spirit,” Mur states proudly while banging his own chest with a fist. The image is blurry, but the outline of the goblin and the sounds make his proud action clear.

Now sitting up, I can see I am naked and on my cot. My chest and bed have green stains from multiple applications of Mur’s tonic. Looking down, I find my clothes forming a heavy bandage on my leg but feel very little pain from it. Did Mur drag me back naked?

“Master is awake,” Crash says in his standard monotone, and I can’t help but smile. Considering I was staring down a charging Leporid last I remember, this outcome is far better than the death I had been sure was coming.

I’m alive and safe with my—friends, I guess? I hesitate and test the word in my mind. Is that what they are? Well, one is an AI, and the other is a goblin. They’re my team. And our team killed a Leporid. Could it have gone better? Certainly. But it definitely could’ve gone far worse.

“How long was I unconscious?” I ask, realizing I said it in English and not Gartuski.

Still, Mur holds up all eight of his digits and flashes another three.

“Over eleven hours, sire. While the paste the goblin fed you wasn’t very efficient, it did contain small amounts of Earth qi. Your wound is closed, but the muscles will need a few more hours.”

I test the limb in question with a bit of weight and feel the pain radiate out. It isn’t unbearable, but I wouldn’t ever call it pleasant. Considering how late we went out the night before, it must be nearing noon the following day, and I still have to check in with the church.

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