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MADMAN APOCALYPSE - Chapter -128
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Chapter -128
I sped through the streets that lay between Calm Springs Asylum and the industrial area where I’d died, throwing caution to the wind and doing everything I could to increase the speed of my longboard.
While I slid along the façade of an apartment block only a few streets away from the kindergarten where I’d first met Bee, Panda told me to activate my Rules of Anarchy, since the Respawn was used up. All my other cooldowns had reset, but there was nothing that could take me there any faster.
“If only I hadn’t gotten rid of Backdoor,” I grumbled, as I landed on the asphalt and shot ahead with a new burst of speed.
[SEE YOU LATER, CROCODILE!]
The longboard disappeared below me and I slipped forward, hitting my chin against the rough pavement and sliding along it for several yards before coming to a stop.
“Argh! Fucking shitty board always runs out when I need it!”
The skin on my chin was worn away and I could feel my cold silver skeleton, when I touched the injury with a finger.
“I’m gonna burn my Time Save,” I said.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Panda scolded me. “I told you, use the Rules of Anarchy. I think the Commuter Pass can get you there faster than running.”
“Oh, right… Rules of Anarchy(Commuter Pass).”
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Rules of Anarchy Activated!
Passive Selected: Commuter Pass
Description:
Public Transport will function as normal for you.
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“Okay, I can work with this,” I said.
“I need a Bus!”
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REQUEST RECEIVED!
Your current location has been added to the route of the nearest ‘Bus’.
Please wait patiently for it to arrive.
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I put my pajamas back on and started blowing air into Brock, just in case the Pass didn’t work like I thought.
“Wouldn’t a Taxi have been better?”
“The Bus will protect me better than a Taxi,” I replied.
“Yeah, but it’s operating as ‘normal’ right, so do you really have a say in where it goes? Also, that Queenguard one-shot the last one you summoned.”
[YUMMY-YUMMY: A PASSENGER FOR MY TUMMY!]
“We’re gonna find out,” I said, as the sound of tearing and protesting metal announced the arrival of the Humanbus in the distance.
For the next minute, I could track its progress towards me by the sounds of all the cars and obstacles it shoved aside or destroyed.
Then suddenly it was just there at the end of the street, the massive hubcap-sized eyes shining its intense glow at me, while the mouth beneath salivated, and handprints pressed against the window above.
A release of air and steam came from a door in the side of its ‘head’ and I slowly approached it.
“Can you take me to the industrial area near the highway? There should be a gas station and grill in the area.”
[YUMMY-YUMMY: A PASS-HOLDER GETS TO DECIDE! NOW GET IN MY TUMMY!]
“Pretty sure that’s your head,” I replied, before placing my foot on the raised step in the doorway and using one of the hand-bars to pull myself up and inside.
Before I could change my mind, the doors slammed shut behind me.
Directly next to where I’d entered was the place for the driver, but that whole part of the interior was reserved for an enormous pink brain. Gloopy synapse arms connected to the rest of the interior like wires that crawled along the floor and ceiling.
[HAVE A SEAT!]
[ESTIMATED TIME UNTIL ARRIVAL: 15 MINUTES!]
[SIT BACK AND RELAX!]
I found an available seat, though many were already occupied by expressionless ghosts. The upholstery was clearly made from skin and there were ugly stitches criss-crossing the cushions and backrests, with small clumps of hair sticking out here-and-there.
“Ugh.”
I sat down and, to my surprise, it was actually rather comfortable.
Then the whole interior lurched as the Humanbus coiled into a U-turn and began blazing down the street towards my destination, its countless feet pushing it to speeds that surpassed what even my longboard was capable of.
“Brock forgot to say, but he is now level 9.”
I looked at the balloon gauntlet. “Really? That was fast. Did the level-up requirements change?”
“Inspect.”
“It’s World Boss kills required now, huh? That shouldn’t be so hard to achieve.”
The level 9 upgrade window immediately appeared:
“They’re all related to the Purple curse,” Panda muttered.
“I thought it already had the Infection effect?”
“Pretty sure that went away thanks to the All-Mother’s Pearnana counter-curse.”
“At any rate, I’m picking Anti-Heal,” I said.
The plushie nodded in agreement. “Good choice.”
I pulled out the Warden Juice I’d gotten from the achievement earlier and unscrewed the thin metal lid on the glass jug, before chugging the ‘juice’ within. Electrical zaps hit me as it ran down my gullet and into my stomach. I was fairly sure that, without my Purple curse, it would’ve tasted like battery acid, but instead it was just like a subtle note of eggplant, which was somehow worse.
“Zap is really powerful, right?”
“Powerful but also debilitating,” Panda said. “Currently, its maximum potential power would be 1416, which seems just on the cusp of what the Adjudicator will have to deal with, but the issue is that if it fails to kill your target, you’ve voluntarily locked yourself out of all your abilities…”
“The other two options sound lame,” I muttered.
“They’re good utility. The Prison would especially come in handy.”
“I’m still picking Zap. I’ll just have to find Shellby and buy her Sea Urchin to turn it into something less detrimental.”
Panda frowned, but then nodded. “Fine.”
[YUMMY-YUMMY: OUR DESTINATION IS COMING UP ON THE LEFT! PREPARE TO EVACUATE MY TUMMY!]
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