Water based combat as I have found out was much more complicated than that of land based combat.
Setting aside the obvious factor of an extra dimension being added into combat, water resistance was also a very.
Very.
VERY.
Painful obstacle to work around.
This factor literally made it so that I could visually track the paths of the bullets with my eyes although they were still freaking fast.
Twisting my body around the deluge of bullets, I thought about another factor which made it so problems were being held.
Air.
Something I once took for granted but now never will ever again.
Feeling my lungs contract and expand in my chest as they tried to take in any modicum of air possible so that my body could live, I felt my heart constrict.
'How in the nine hells is it that guy is still doing fine???'
Feeling a build up of CO2 in my chest I quickly changed directions in the water and kicked upwards in hopes of air
'Good God I need to invest in scuba gear'
Feeling that fact very deeply in my screaming muscles, lactic acid filled my veins as it burnt ferociously in my body.
And now I know that lactic acid is harmful to the body due to obvious reasons but it really doesn't help that I was reinforcing my bodies survival instincts with malaise.
And that energy really seemed to keep on making me even more inhuman!
'Wait, why am I thinking like this? I'm still drowning'
Quickly throwing away all of my thoughts I kicked against the water and prepared to open the gates to heaven.
And since Heaven is in the sky, it's rather suitable is it not?
Anyways.
Slamming my hands on the surface of the water and preparing to drag myself out and take a deep breath of beautiful delicious air, I felt something grab my foot.
'Oh no'
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Gun powder Garry had seen many things in his very action packed life.
This was thanks to his job as a pirate.
But he must admit that he hadn't such a thing before as he watched Slade escape up to the surface.
Single man armies weren't anything new as he was one himself so that wasn't the thing he was surprised about.
No.
It was the appearance of an elite boss monster like being.
Boss monsters were basically kings of their lower tier kind and by slight extension other weaker beings.
Elites were the generals that were under the kings.
So what was an elite boss?
Well, that was what Gunpowder Garry was seeing.
Feeling as if a spike was slowly being driven into his mind with every second extra, Gunpowder Garry soundlessly screamed underneath the water as he let loose a stream of bubbles.
Long tentacled arm covered in a series of large white barnacles with gaping mouthes, the mouthes seemed to contain rows after rows of sharp teeth which were able to tear through shark flesh.
Large suckers also containing several sharp needle like teeth at the ends of the suckers, the large diamond shaped end of the tentacle was covered in a series of sharp teeth.
Opening and closing their maws, the pirate was brought back to the time when he had seen the carcass of a dead whale being hauled up to a ship he one manned.
Despite the size of the whale and the durability of the skin, the whales skin was covered in a series of the pockmarks which eerily matched those of a squids.
And obviously, this squid was on a completely different level from the others seeing as barnacles the size of small boulders were growing on it.
One arm leaping out of the ground to grab the warrior and drag him off into the deep sea where nothing but the darkness swallowing the light could be seen, the large and long tentacle swiftly dragged the man off into the abyss.
And that was just an arm that was already larger than anything he had ever seen in all of his time living in the world.
Like a miniature hill, the large tentacle only needed to lightly twist its length around the pirates body to fulfil the task of capturing him.
Maybe the elves had seen something similar, but in the time being, Gunpowder Garry wasn't an elf with a ridiculously long life span and was nothing more than a human that would be able to brag in the taverns for the rest of his life.
Provided he had a life after this that is.
Gulping his saliva, Gunpowder Garry felt a dangerous sense of terror fill his entire being as he stiffly looked at the area down below him.
And it was there that he got the shock of a life time.
For in the large ocean monument which already spanned across the size of two football fields, the top of the monument granted a straight shot view of a ginormous eye that stared directly at Garry.
Feeling a deep chill fill his bones, the eye was swiftly blocked by something unknown to Gunpowder Garry as a large force shattering all sense of consciousness erased his mind and sent him into a deep.
Deeeeeppp Sleep.
And as he was falling into the deep sleep nevermind the amount of pain capable of blacking out a fully grown battle hardened man, the last thoughts he had in his mind were... chilling.
As he realised that he might've just seen a mythical beast of legend and myth.
The grand tyrant of the seven seas capable of battling the ancient titans of olden days.
The Ship Breaker, the Kraken.
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Resting in the darkness of my mind, I couldn't help but think.
"Am I dead again?"
"..."
Hearing my voice echo in the void with no one to answer I let out a sigh.
Since I was in a void of darkness with nothing to light the way in my surroundings I guess this was it.
I mean, it doesn't scream more dead then incredibly dark and black abyss that swallows all forms of light like a black hole so that you can mull over you thoughts for eternity as you slowly get more and more insane from the nothingness which affects all seven of your senses all the while you wait for the sweet embrace of death save you from this torture device created by who knows what.
'Good God I'm negative today.'
Interrupting my own self imposed word vomit, I turned around and looked at my surroundings while wondering where I was.
'I mean, if this is the next thing before I respawn, I guess its pretty new, although I don't get what this is for.'
Feeling the ground which wasn't there but supported me nonetheless, it was as if I was pushing against nothing and something at the same time as crazy as that sounds.
I honestly have no idea how to word this.
'But it seems that this really is going to be happening from now on seeing as I can still access my inventory from within this black space.'
Staring at the three grey screens depicting the three games the God of fun and games had gifted me in unison, I wondered how Riley the egg was doing.
And just as I was about to stare at it for some time right before I would bring it out of my inventory, my train of thought was interrupted by the world around me shattering like glass.
"What the fuck?"
"What an interesting greeting you are giving to your savior."
"What in the nine hells????"
Confusion filling my voice, I stumbled into a wall as I stared at my surroundings.
And to say that I was taken aback was an understatement.
Because from what I'm seeing right now, beings that weren't human in the slightest stared at me.
I mean, I knew that other races that were different from humans existed thanks to the elves and the one dryad I had seen and maybe by extension the goblins.
But besides them, it wasn't a culture shock.
Elves and dryads were basically human save for some longer ears and plant clothes.
Goblins were even less of a surprise due to their population piercing the barrier between game worlds and appearing as the standard in all western RPG's.
You can't get better than cannon fodder than little green gremlins.
The lizard people that were on the isles of Sevallia...
And well... they at least looked relatively human.
Now that I think about it, even that red haired girl I had seen in that trio was also a different race if I included the animal ears.
But even then the appearance only differed by a few points so the amount of different races really didn't stick to me.
So excuse me if I was surprised that a mixture of human and inhuman was standing in front of me.
But there was a certain barrier between reality and the game that made it so that I was incredibly surprised when I saw a fish person standing(?) in front of me.
Floating on the spot, a female face stared at me.
With gill like protrusions on the neck and webbed ears, scales covered portions of their body as they wore clothes fashioned out of shells and scales.
Also, now that I think about it, I wasn't so much as surprised by the people standing(?) in front of me more than I had my breath stolen from me by the beauty that they had.
I guess I was more into inhuman features than I had thought.
"Wait a minute, now that I think about it, how am I still alive?"
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Quick question now that I think about it.
How do you spell Garry?
Gary or Garry?
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