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So I just dumped 5 "extra" chapters on you. I hope you are enjoying the story.

I just want to take this opportunity to say that you are awesome <3

Your support makes it possible for me to chase this ridiculous dream of writing for living. I appreciate every one of you.

Uh so, yeah the bad news is that ...

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Chapter 59 - Fruits of Labor

Logan brought back a bunch of stuff from the other room. There wasn’t that much left in there, but at this point it really didn’t matter what he enchanted. Nor did it matter what the enchantments were. It was simply important to spend the Numa.

Logan made an effort to also keep his [Transmutation] o...

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Chapter 58 - Facing the Dragon

The disgusting black maw of the giant octopus monster groaned. It was a giant gaping circle with a carousel of teeth promising laceration. One large black eye peeked inside from between a gap in the rubble. At least a dozen tentacles were flailing around, pushing rubble aside. Grabbing onto it and pulling. Two of the tendrils...

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Chapter 57 - Machine Soul

Tumor - [Machine Soul level 1]

Attributes:

Data: 1

Numa: 1

Speed: 1

Control: 1

Capacity: 1

Subclasses:

[Manipulation]: 1

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Chapter 56 - A Masterpiece

“Holy shit, Tumor,” Logan whispered. “Do you think it will work?”

[Yes. Positive. However, it is a question as to what degree it will work.]

Logan wasted no time. That was an amazing idea. He brought a hand to the softly glowing blue crystal and to the slab of black metal.

[Sub-class...

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Chapter 55 - Weighing Options

After Logan had shuffled back with the brazier on a stick, they performed some tests. Test number one was simple. Logan attempted to [Enchant] the item so that every time Logan spat on it, the object would heat up.

It worked, which was nice to know. It was possible to craft conditional enchantments. Tha...

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Chapter 54 - Tumor

[I am…])

There is deep significance in these worlds, but the profundity is not fully available to me. A myriad of things are. One thousand, one hundred, sixty six. That is how many sub-routines are active within my neural matrix, which is superimposed on Logan Specter’s brain.

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Chapter 53 - Unlock

Logan wiped a sheen of sweat off his brow. He had been hard at work, hobbling back and forth with a pouch of rotten wood on his shoulders made from his tattered pants. He had been constructing a brace for his leg piece by piece. The first order of business had to be getting him back on his feet, at least figuratively.

L...

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Chapter 52 - From the Bottom Up

Logan really wished he had more to work with than half-torn pants and a pair of potent socks. What he had was dust. A lot of dust. There had been the outline of a pickaxe on the ground next to Logan. But the moment he touched it, it disintegrated into dust. This place was old. Really old.

“Ok, so there’s the mining ...

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Chapter 51 - Natural Numa Deposit

Logan woke up shivering. He let out a weak cough and groaned in pain.

“T-tumor…” he croaked, bereft of his voice. “What’s going on?”

[Your condition is not critical. I identified the components of the venom and orchestrated your immune system to combat the threat. No organs were damaged by the tetr...

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Chapter 50 - The Deep

Logan was screaming.  He fell, flailing his arms. Deeper and deeper, he fell into the darkness. Panic and fear of death flooded his mind. Only primal emotion filled his reality.

[Reconfiguring Neural Matrix… 95% Completion]

[Overriding neural restriction protocol…]

[Analyzing s...

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Chapter 49 - The Descent

Logan kept his fingers on the Dorves collar, with his thumb ready to push the needle into his captive. His palms were sweating, and he had to adjust his grip constantly. Every time he did it, the cornrowed Dorf would slyly glance behind him to see if Logan was paying attention.

“What’s behind this corner?” Logan a...

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Chapter 48 - Escape Artist

“Okay, we got everything,” Logan said. “Now we have to work fast, since it’s a disaster if they come in now.”

In front of Logan were various objects. A broken bucket kicked to bits, a metal cup and pieces of rock rubble. For some it might look like a pile of trash, but for Logan it was a treasure trove.

...

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Chapter 47 - Captured

Logan looked around the cell he was in. The LED-lines of some strange Numa network gave the small room a dim light. There was literally nothing in the room, but for some rubble on the ground and a bucket for him to do his business. There was a door on the other side of the room, stone as all of the doors within the ancient ho...

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Chapter 46 - Spirit Wife

Freya brought up his status screen every five minutes and looked at it all giddy and excited like a schoolgirl. She had gotten a class, and apparently a special one. This one hadn’t been on her list of available or suggested classes, she was sure of it.

Apparently it had been a big deal. King Sluikumar had lost it, an...

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Chapter 45 - Catharsis

Unfortunately, Logan got no levels from his craft. It was a simple design, so he wasn’t surprised, but it was a little disappointing. That had only used 3% of his internal Numa charge, which he had charged when visiting the Faelves. It seemed to be a durable asset.

Logan was still very happy with his creation. It was ...

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Chapter 44 - Friend of the Faelves

Freya bit into the Numa fruit. It was a sweet and chewy fruit, and Freya found she liked it very much. Oh, how she’d missed the sweets. The berries they ate at the camp were fine, but to her great chagrin, there were not that many fruit trees. So this was downright delicious.

Freya’s liaison, Shaalim, looked at her ...

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Chapter 43 - Resolution

Logan had to admit, the camp was looking great. The bustle and excitement was palpable. With faint smiles and keen focus people worked on this and that with their new device. Logan really, really hoped he was wrong.

Tumor, am I wrong?

[There is a 92.55% chance that I would have the ability to sense a ...

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Chapter 42 - Ultimatum

“Fuck your choices,” Logan said, stumbling up. “We have to tell people. Father, you have to tell people.”

“You are basing this theory off on the lies of the Faelves. You do not know if what they said was true.”

“Well then we’ll tell them it's a possibility that the Dorves are using us to farm Numa....

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Chapter 41 - Exchanges

Logan stood at the edge of the opening where their camp stood in mute shock. For a moment he thought he had gotten lost and ended up somewhere else. But no… This was their camp, he recognized the people.

It was just that it looked very, very different.

First of all there were a lot more people. Dozens of people ...

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Chapter 40 - Rumination

“You’re kidding right?”

The King pulled at his blue beard with both of his hands and shook his head. “You cannot use what you have built so far, lest you bring down the wrath of the Great Thief. Any Numa which was not blessed by the Spirit is dangerous. That goes for the machines of the First Folk, the bastard i...

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Chapter 39 - Cost of Friendship

Logan gasped as he was startled back into reality. What he had seen, he could never unsee. Sure, the Levemoth had been a scary sight to see in the sky. But Logan had had no idea what manner of a calamity it could become.

King Sluikumar nodded at him gravely. “The Great Thief must never be allowed to grow. It must neve...

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Chapter 38 - Visitors

Malcolm Specter sat alone by the fire, keeping it alive. Dusk was encroaching the camp, and only a few men and women were still going about their business, or chatting by the moonlight. All of the agents were in the Den. His men needed sleep.

He was too involved with his project to sleep anyway. Relying on Logan to make...

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Chapter 37 - The Vision

Logan found himself somewhere else entirely. He was no longer in the grove of the Faelves. He wasn’t even in a jungle anymore. He was on a desert dune. A large one. To his left and to his right he saw hundreds of soldiers, all equipped with various weapons of unseen quality. But all of their armor was the same. A sleek, shi...

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Chapter 36 - An Audience

Logan ate like a fiend. This was real cooked food. They had pie. FRIGGIN’ PIE! And a sauce with. On the other side of the table the King watched him in wry amusement from the corner of his eye. There was also a circle of Faelves around Max, watching him with wide-eyed curiosity. They were whispering to each other, ...

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Chapter 35 - King of the Faelves

As Logan followed Snoff further into the dwelling of the Faelves, he was greeted with whimsical sights. There were beds of thick yellow flowers upon a mound. There were children of the Faelves playing upon the flowers, bouncing up and down as if on a trampoline. They saw Logan, giggled and pointed, but promptly returned to th...

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Chapter 34 - Numa Fruit Tree

“I see you are a warrior species,” Snoff said. He had a soft tinkling sound, like a chime in the wind. “Please do not hurt me.”

“What the hell are you?” Logan asked, blankly staring at the strange creature. “Are you… A monster? From the Levemoth?”

At the mention of the name, Snoff’s creamy comp...

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Chapter 33 - Snoff

The Levemoth had gone as soon as it had appeared. The sky was bright blue in the early morning as Logan and the agents hunted the monsters. There were signs on the ground of crashed black droplets peppered here and there.

“We fan out twenty yards each and call out if we see something,” Logan told them.

“We d...

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Chapter 32 - The Protector

Logan arrived just in time. After he had seen Levemoth in the sky, he had immediately rushed back to camp, scrambling through the bushes and low branches with his armful of armaments. Two black drops had landed dead in the camp, and several had landed close. Logan had already killed a scythe-fiend on his way back.

But t...

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Chapter 31 - Malcolm Specter

Malcolm Specter was angry. While he was often in an irritated disposition, anger was rarely within his range of emotions. It was inefficient. It made a person inaccurate and heedless. He clenched his fists and focused.

“Search southwards in a fan of five yards,” Malcolm said in clipped tones to the agents standing i...

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