Absolute Shopping Addict 11 Chapter 11

"What were you doing while we were fighting for our life, then?"

"Are you blind? We were on the other end of the battlefield and kicking more a.s.s than you were! "

"Right, kicking a.s.s while running around, 'fiercely' trying to survive."

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"I don't know, you tell me!"

Despite Jake coming across as a bit of an eccentric, he did have a good insight on human nature – he wouldn't have lasted that long at his job if he hadn't.

And his insight was proving correct as he tuned out the arguing, proving a hypothesis in his head correct.

As he looked at the corner of his eye to see the notifications he missed while sleeping off the backlash of the energy drink he took to help with that boss fight, he carefully thought about the events of the previous day.

Despite his hobbies and eccentricities, Jake had been gifted with a good eye for people, and it served him well as soon as he figured it out in middle school, high school, college, employment, and now this.

The way his observations were right on the money nearly every time unnerved him.

"You don't really know who are until all h.e.l.l breaks loose," he muttered, still amazed at his accuracy.

While the first battle was where it all began, it was during the second invasion and the Werecrocodile showing up that the facade of civility that the Awakeners were wearing fell off, revealing their true nature.

And now everything changed.

This wasn't a play fight anymore, this was a battle of survival… and in times of crisis, expediency ruled.

After putting those thoughts away, Jake focused on starting his day by reading through the notifications and the bargains he'd be going for today.

'All right, I've gotten quite the haul from the Werecrocodile. I still need quite a bit of points to get the package – might as well go and ask the store where to go next.'

It was just typical of him to consider the Awakeners becoming territorial with a bit of indifference, as there was something just a bit more important to him right now than other Awakeners' human nature making themselves known.

After all, those sweet Black Label Awakening Store deals won't buy themselves.

Unfortunately, halfway through his browsing, he saw a group of Awakeners making their way towards him, prompting him to recall another bit of wisdom: "sometimes you don't need to go and look for trouble – trouble will go out of its way to look for you."

"What were you doing by yourself?"

"You've got some information that only you know, why don't you share it?"

"What were you doing when you went out of town?"

Jake had to resist rolling his eyes at the makeshift inquisition he was being subjected to.

'Typical,' he thought. 'People only have the guts to say what they want if they have the advantage of numbers. And those who weren't there when the Werecrocodile was around are in my face and thinking I didn't do anything.'

'Maybe I can just chalk it up to them being that forgetful and stupid.'

And stomping his way to the forefront of the group of Awakeners was a very familiar man.

'This guy again.'

Meanwhile, Seamus was giving this guy another appraising glare while his guild companions were peppering him with questions.

'This guy's strong, but he won't do anything while others are watching,' Seamus told himself.

'I have to figure out how this guy got stronger. Otherwise, he's going to be untouchable.

Liam's different. It's like he was made for this type of adventure: powerful, confident, talented.

Like those once-in-generation geniuses, Liam went to this world ready, and gained a lot of followers due to his skills.'

'Let's see here…' Seamus thought as he discreetly used his status screen to take a look at Jake's stats. 'Looks like he raised a lot of stat points. Strength and agility improved a lot. Is avoiding damage one of his skills?

He's gone a long way from when he picked up a rock and went after those goblins.

And the time an arrow going at full speed only inconvenienced him.

Nothing about this guy makes sense. He doesn't have the equipment to be great. Just a bat. Some defensive skills. So how did he get this strong, this fast?'

Seamus had a hunch about how this happened based on the times he saw Jake leave town while others were panicking.

'Was there something out there he acquired to become that much stronger?'

Internally, Seamus seethed. He would not let this upstart hog this secret for himself.

And then Jake opened his eyes and gave the people asking him a barrage of questions a bored stare.

"Is this really important that you have to bother me this early? I don't remember borrowing anything from any one of you," he replied absent-mindedly, all the while leafing through the catalog of the Black Label Awakening Store at the corner of his eye.

Seamus made his move, and raised his hand, shushing the impromptu crowd.

"We'll have a better chance of surviving if we all become stronger, wouldn't you agree? If you know something about getting stronger that we don't, please share."

After the battle with the Werecrocodile, the impression the Awakeners had of Jake changed: from looking at a strange guy, they were now looking at a scary strange guy.

Jake took a moment off browsing to look at the Awakeners gathered, and noticed the fear in their eyes they were trying to cover up by the endless questions.

Something else was there, too: curiosity. They also wanted to hear the answer to Seamus' question, and the knight was milking the moment for all he was worth.

'I've run into too many people like you not to notice,' Jake thought, seeing through the ruse.

Even then, he gave the best answer he could, completely ignoring the fake smile and the obviously leading question.

"There are more monsters around here besides the ones that are attacking Brino," he said. "If you want to get stronger, go out and hunt them."

'Get stronger. Ha. Fat chance. I just go out of town because I need to buy s.h.i.t more than I do anything that's not eating, drinking, sleeping or breathing.

But, of course, I'd be an idiot if I said that aloud.

Judging by their reactions, I made it sound just cool enough for them to give it a try.'

"There's a wide world outside Brino," he said. "If you want to hunt together, be my guest. I do my best work alone."

He turned away from the crowd, his path moving away from most of the other Awakeners. Jake already set a destination for himself – he saw his next task laid out for him.

Mount Mushin, where the Iron-Beaked Eagles made their nests.

The directions in the Black Label Awakening Store were clear.

To purchase the package Jake wanted, he required not only points, but something else, too.

He needed a certain amount of these birds' beaks – only then would he be able to make the purchase: oh, and what a package it was.

[Swiftstone Sword Package

Swiftstone Sword – Contrary to popular belief, Swiftstone weapons are not solely made of this extrterrestrial iron. All Swiftstone weapons are based on an alloy mix of Swiftstone Iron and Sheerdark Steel, put together by our talented group of artisans to produce a weapon of extraordinary power, durability, and weight.

Great Sword Mastery – A combat manual that allows the user to wield Two-Handed Swords, Great Swords, and Giant Swords. A must if you want to wield the Swiftstone Sword to its full potential.]

Jake read up that the reason the Iron-Beaked Eagles acquired the taste for flesh was because their beaks evolved to concentrate the Swiftstone Iron within, gained from the plant life growing on Mount Mushin.

Which meant that the beaks had the Swiftstone Iron needed to make the Swiftstone Sword… and that should he gain enough of those, he would trade in the beaks for a finished weapon, which the artisans would use to make the next one.

Just before he turned in for the night after the Werecrocodile battle, he was in awe at the description of the Swiftstone Sword – all of these items would be personalized, hand-crafted, and signed by the lead artisan who forged it.

The fact that the bundle cost only 22,000 points while the sword and the manual separately cost 15,000 points each also helped.

With the reward for defeating the Werecrocodile reaching 10,000 points, well… those items were expensive.

But the discount. He could not say no to an 8,000 points discount.

And thus, the fate of someone living from moment to moment, discount to discount was sealed…

He looked in the distance, saw the mountain shrouded by fog, and his determination to get the package deal, come h.e.l.l or high water, grew even further.

'But I need to rest and heal up before I move on.'

Jake wanted to go hunt the Iron-Beaked Eagles as soon as possible, but the wounds and fatigue he gained through the last battle against the Werecrocodile weren't negligible.

Even though the novice town has a recovery effect, it was apparent that he needed some time to be fully healed.

As he was about to sit on the ground to rest, some Awakeners were still badgering him with questions.

"There are monsters outside Brino?"

"Why didn't you tell us? Were you trying to keep them all for yourself? "

"How easy were they to hunt?"

Jake tuned them out easily, but the nagging feeling going over him saying that he had to at least say something to these other Awakeners grew unbearable after a while.

"Well I told you guys now, at least. If you guys work together, you can hunt those monsters. I told you guys everything I know. Now, please leave me alone so I can have some rest," said Jake, as he turned his back at them and lay on the ground for a nap.

The now-mollified and red-faced Awakeners took his advice and quickly left to their respective groups, no doubt in order to organize a hunting party for themselves.

'I am sure that's not everything. I should stalk him in distance when he goes out again.'

Seamus, though, was having something different in his mind.

***

The Iron-Beaked Eagle looks harmless from a distance.

But the closer you get to it, the more you realize.

This isn't just a vulture.

It's a giant vulture, with an iron beak, a wingspan larger than a man's… and a taste for flesh.

If you know what it is, it's already scary enough.

However, it's the beak that makes it dangerous.

While standing in awe of the size of this creature, Awakeners tend to ignore the beak… except at the moment when arms and legs are torn off due to the innate sharpness of the Swiftstone iron the beaks of these birds are made out of.

It was armed with this information that Jake stood close to the foot of Mount Mushin, looking upwards to where the Eagles were circling the peak.

'Groovy.

Ten of these birds' beaks.

Let's get this grind going.'

Jake could start hear the coos of the Iron-Beaked Eagles half an hour away from Brino, and now that he was this close, he could hear the gigantic vultures cooing and grunting that much louder.

It sounded like the roar of challenge to someone like Jake, who was now coughing up lyrics as he slowly made his way up the mountain path.

'Keep my mind on the money, money on my mind.

Got my fingers on the bat and staying on the grind.

And when I wake up in the morning I have to check my bit,

Saw my ten thousand and counting points as I set up my kit.'

A third of the way up, and Jake was met with no warning before a gray flash sped in front of him.

Only the luck he had prevented him from being sliced open, a cut in his shirt revealing that yes, the Iron-Beak Eagles had found him, and they were giving him a royal welcome.

"My defense is pretty high, but that would have wounded me pretty badly," he said out loud. "It stands to reason, since these guys' beaks are being used for that weapon.

"I think I might have to burn some capital and invest in myself a bit further," he added as he moved towards a nearby rock, hiding in its shadow to stay out of another Eagle's line of sight.

When he saw the coast was clear, Jake moved on.

Thankfully, at the end of the path, there was a small cave that gave him a little respite from the Eagles, and allow him to access the Awakening Store.
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With practiced ease, it took him less than a minute to get to the Hidden Stats department, and saw that there was another special.

"Physical Defense Manual costs 4,500 points. Magical Defense Manual costs 4,500 points. If you buy both, your next purchase of a Physical or Magical Defense Manual will only cost you 1,000 points," the shop said.

"Two Physical Defense Manuals and one Magic Defense Manual it is, then," Jake said sadly. He couldn't help but let out an annoyed breath because this was his share of the earnings from taking out the Werecrocodile boss.

But a few moments later, Jake decided that this was one of those times where "you have to spend money to make money", and he pulled the trigger on the deal. It WAS an investment, so he told himself.

His mood quickly went back to its usual status as soon as he saw the magic message.

[Your item has been successfully delivered. Please check your inventory.]

He quickly opened the package, read the manuals, and left the cave, moving up the mountain and wishing he had some way of reaching flying opponents other than baiting them to dive towards him and hitting them as they pa.s.s by.

***

Some distance away and further down the mountain, a group of Awakeners led by Seamus were pursuing Jake to find out the secret of his power.

"Of course! That guy knew something!"

"I know, right? He never stopped for any reason on his way to the mountain. There must be something in that mountain!"

"He's trying to get stronger by himself and then he'll make his move: dominate and rule over us. We're here to make sure that will never happen."

"If he enters the mountain, we'll follow him in."

This was what they were saying as Jake left the village and made his way to Mount Mushin to hunt the Iron-Beaked Eagles, so convinced they were that Jake knew something they didn't, which was why they were in the mountain, trying to find the thing he was hiding.

And when they'd find it, they'd gain what he had, too.

"He's not going to be smiling when he sees us as strong as he is."

"That's so."

One of their scouts pointed to a spot a third of the way up the mountain.

"He's on the move. Should we follow?"

"Give it a minute or two – he might see us."

It was after one minute became two, but before two minutes became five when Seamus gave the signal to advance.

They had crossed the plains and were about to begin climbing the mountain when a grisly sight came upon them: two corpses of Iron-Beaked Eagles, and no sign of Jake.

"Amazing. He's already gotten two of them."

"These birds are huge!"

"I could hold a vulture in my hand back home. But this? This bird has wings as large as a grown man!"

"He probably swung that bat like crazy again."

"Probably. We should hurry and get to the mountain and stop him from being so full of himself."

They were halfway to the foot of the mountain in hot pursuit of the thing Jake was hiding, whether it was treasure or not, they did not care.

But some grunts quickly disavowed them of that notion.

"Incoming!" a scout shouted, and with practiced efficiency, Seamus had his guild mates ready for a fight quickly.

Despite their jealousy at Jake's achievements, they were proud of gaining levels from the Werecrocodile boss fight, surviving that near-death experience, and were experienced enough to get ready.

What kind of trouble would one bird give them?

"Stay in formation!"

"Something's in the sky going back around here."

"Stick together, everyone!"

"It's coming!"

Nothing could have prepared them for a gray blur that moved past most of the Awakeners pressed up against the side of the mountain.

And then red blossomed, as a ma.s.sive gash opened up along the arm of one of the Awakeners as the Iron-Beak Eagle made a pa.s.s, opening up their archer's leather armor like a hot knife through b.u.t.ter.

"My arm!"

The healers Seamus brought along were thankfully unharmed, but now that one of them was maimed with one attack, they needed some cover to keep their archer from going into shock – or worse.

The gray blur stopped for a moment, and Seamus could not believe how a vulture could do this much damage to an arm.

It was at this point that they all figured it out – they had bitten off more than they could chew.

"Keep it together! Or we all die now!" Seamus screamed at his guild mates. "If we work together, we can kill it!"

It wasn't that the vulture's dive was fast – it was – but you could see it coming some distance away, so you could dodge or plan a counterattack.

But with the situation of one of their strongest ranged attackers being maimed by a single vulture, the need to cover the healers trying to keep the knight alive and in one piece, fear and panic began to spread through the party.

And the vulture went back for another dive.

Though it hit nothing when it pa.s.sed by this time, but the mental damage to Seamus' guild mates was enough.

"You motherf.u.c.kers, get it together!" he yelled as he swung his hammer at the bird and was surprised with a metallic clang as he struck the Eagle's beak.

"Holy s.h.i.t!" he yelled as the impact nearly wrenched his arm out of his socket, and the Eagle went around for another pa.s.s towards him, its wings folded back, making it look like an avian javelin...

Seamus couldn't help it.

He screamed.

...and at the last moment, something diverted it off course, returning the bird back to the sky.

Seamus opened his eyes to see two things: the Iron-Beak Eagle flying back for another pa.s.s, and the last person he wanted to see looking at the debacle their pursuit had been.

"Please, somebody! Save us!"