The Hero Slayers: A LitRPG Adventure by O. S. Marrow

Author:O. S. Marrow [Marrow, O. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Podium Publishing
Published: 2025-07-08T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Getting out of Tight Spots

(At some point over the next few days, I did some math.

I know, I wouldn’t have expected it of me, either; it wasn’t exactly in my wheelhouse. I’m going to cut a long story short: I used up a lot of paper and a lot of charcoal doing some sums, and from three of the five times I did them I got the same end result. That result? Based on the fact that I leveled up Worldbending to level 9 when I unleashed the Iron Sea on those bandits, combined with the amount of leftover experience, I wasn’t that far off getting Worldbending to level 10. And of course, as we all know, level 10 is one of those levels where you get to pick a new ability.

I mention this now for one very important reason: the five of us were currently hanging upside down, trapped inside a magically reinforced net trap, and my skills were about to have a lot to do with how we got out of it.

Let me rewind a few days.

I suppose this all started when we were on the road to—

No, wait. Now that I’m thinking this through, I guess it started a little earlier. The five of us were in a traveler’s inn, and Val had convinced Corminar to partake in a beer or two. This had the secondary effect of getting him drunk, which had the—what’s the word?—tertiary effect of getting him to loosen his purse strings and buy us all a few more drinks.

Even Tokas, who’d been broody and quiet since we’d picked her up—Val assured me she wasn’t normally like this—cheered up a little. In fact, the only one of the five of us who didn’t seem very drunk was Lore, but I suppose even he with his large build was a bit merry.

As a result, we may have been a bit loud with our conversation. We didn’t say anything about killing Players—even drunk, we weren’t that stupid—but we did mouth off about looking for Arzak and still not having a clue where she’d gotten to since the team dispersed. What we’d find out later is that an associate of Captain Lambkin had overheard this conversation, and so began the makings of the trap we were soon caught in.

A good few days later—I can’t say exactly how many—a messenger approached us on the road. Someone with a letter addressed to me, weirdly; I was not the sort of person who often received correspondence. Val obviously had figured that out for herself, because she furrowed her brow at this news, though maybe she was just jealous that someone else was currently more popular than her.

Any shrewd readers among you might have some idea what was in this letter, and indeed it was the supposed location of the final member of the Slayers, Arzak Blorg. If the letter was to be believed—and yeah, we did believe it—then Arzak was in a small town a few miles south of Thistle Fort.

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