God Is A Game Designer 39 C39 Unjust Ending

Doing some calculation's it was quickly discovered they had a few years worth of food supplies jammed into barrels, shelves and other areas for storage which was an amazing prospect for the team as they required no restocking for some time now.

Azo felt the waves of power pa.s.s as he exited the room, his team exiting behind him as the doorway closed on itself. Everyone equipped with items as they were now fully ready to take on the adventure they had received, the reward was already ma.s.sive, but the bonus from this ring was possibly enough to pay for the entire mission ten times over without any issues.

"Hey Azo, how much is that ring worth anyways, guessing a b.u.t.tload."

Bull spoke, his eyes locking onto the scaled red man.

"Normally a scroll for a Tier 7 item costs roughly twenty to thirty thousand. While for an Item enchantment it usually's closer to several hundred thousand. That means this item is worth it alone for the pay; we could sell the thing to get money in a pinch.

The group stared at him before looking at his finger, each of them thinking the same thing as Azo let out a deep sigh.

"Yeah, if it came off. Right now it's worthless because I'm not cutting off my finger!"

He would huff, his arms crossing as his head began to shake at the frustration of having this item cursed to him.

"Knowing the powers of divine objects it will likely attach itself to my other fingers if you try to chop it off."

"What happened when someone chops all of your fingers off."

Azo would look to Bull as he asked this question, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Then it will appear on my toes; I don't know!"

"So when it's all gone. Toes, fingers and thumbs. The last place it could be is your..."

Azo would cover Bull's mouth, eyes ablaze as his face was a shade of Scarlett.

"What is wrong with you, really thinking about another mans thing!"

Bull would laugh as he pulled away, exiting the room as the rest of the group followed him out and onto the street.

Today was a busy day with many guards on patrol, street vendors peddling wares as the bright sun overhead came down onto everyone. The only people out on the street being guards, vendors, merchants and adventurers.

The eight floor of the dungeon is open for exploration and purging of the undead which caused an entire flock of adventuring teams to explore new levels. The expert teams moving down freed up the following groups to also advance down a few floors with ease and try to take on the mantle.

Azo moved along the road, his eyes moving into one of the ally's, watching three guards using infused mana sticks to cast Punishment onto the beggers and weak who merely tried to exist, clearing them away from the main road, screams in the distance but no one paying attention to this daily affair.

It made him sick as he came from such an area, he was lucky to be blessed with magic and was able to become a powerful mage, though these people had been kicked twice, once when they got put into this h.e.l.l and then a second time when getting kicked by the guards into the slums.

Pa.s.sing to the bridge, the increase of guards became more noticeable, almost three hundred guards stood, patrolled and moved around the bridge. Anyone trying to pa.s.s was stopped and detained, frequently to be thrown straight back into the slums or even out the city entirely.

"s.h.i.t, it's happening right now. What poor luck we have."

Bull gruffly responded as he stared at a larger group of guards, each one holding a prisoner before pushing them onto the ledge of the bridge, each one just a step away from falling off. The gulf between the top of the bridge and the bottom of this canyon was so vast that it was a horrible death to face.

A group of twelve people eventually stood side by side on the ledge, almost crying as they knew that this was now the end.

"You have been sentenced with treason, defilement of our belief and finally disrupting the peace. You get no last words, no last rites and you shall be forever abandoned and forsaken."

The priest standing to the side finished the final words, raising his hand as the guards lifted crossbows in response, the crying began as the bolts released. Twelve bodies falling backwards, off the ledge as many people turned away, grim faces as they watched this ma.s.s execution with sorrow and hatred, the guards continuing to push people along to make sure they kept moving.

Azo, Bull and the Twins continued to move, trying not to make eye contact as they made the way to the only building on the bridge, it was a small stone structure with no doors on the front, an entire staircase taking up the inside as adventurers could be seen walking down into the depths below.

Entering inside and heading down the stairs, the group came into a wide open and large room with many lines of people waiting to enter the three different portals to the first level of the dungeon, on the sides of the place many different stalls selling items to the adventuring groups.

Rookies and novices were buying supplies from these vendors; it was a well-known fact for the elites that these vendors had inflated and stupidly high prices, it was only emergency situations that one would buy stuff from these guys.

The entire room was staring at them, they had established the eight floor and were already a well-known group which was why they recieved such attention. Azo, Bull and the twins ignoring this fame as they arrived at one of the less busy portals, one that would take them all the way to the third floor.

"Well gang, it's time to enter the dungeon. No matter what happens let's do it with a smile."

Bull said with a grin on his face, his mace in his hand as he laughed.

"Bull, you say that because you love fighting not because you're in any actual danger."

The group started to laugh as everyone entered into the portal.