Dungeon Raider System-Chapter 947: Alamo research center

Leaving Uriel behind was the most difficult part of his plan to survive the current crisis, but not even Luna whose strategic mind had developed the most creative way of thinking thanks to all the fantasy and mythological books she read could come up with something better. That meant it wasn’t as much a decision as it was a last resort, though they didn’t doubt it would work and in fact, they already counted with that fact. And that was precisely the problem as they were certain that they would see Uriel’s face again, only instead of Uriel it would be Water warlock possessing his body.

Defeating the gods was impossible for humanity even if everyone came together and worked for that single purpose, but even if it was possible that didn’t mean they would do it as the gods were the only ones capable with dealing with an ever strongest threat which was the titans.

"Are you sure this is fine? We could land closer to it." Medusa asked Sam as he stood by the opened cargo bay. The powerful wind current shuffled his hair as he briefly turned back to reply.

"I can fly anyways, just make sure to play your part." He said before casually jumping out of the zeppelin.

Sam could have summoned his wings to increase his speed, but falling effortlessly from such heights felt good and it also gave him enough time to scan the entire place thanks to his lightbringer trait.

"Alamo research center." Sam said to himself as he read an tattered sign that was bound to be older than the arrival, just as the facility itself which didn’t at all relate to what Sam expected an advanced nuclear laboratory would look like.

His golden eyes gleamed as his vision widened enough to be able to spot all living creatures faster than anyone’s mind could compute, but ever since Sam reached the holy rank level his brain had evolved the capability to instantly absorb all that information which amounted to his eidetic memory turned him into the perfect scout.

"I have around three hours, if I take any longer I’ll get swarmed by cryptids," Sam activated his orichalcum earring at the precise distance to soften his landing causing the compressed air to burst out in a small circular area. That alone could be considered an attack that would take an ascended hunter out, but Sam had far passed the point where he would even consider such things. "this really doesn’t seem like the correct place. All the buildings are made of wood. It’s more like an abandoned military base."

Sam’s disappointment was not unfounded as there was nothing he could consider even slightly valuable despite his all seeing trait. Rundown buildings, mossy items that could barely be recognized, rusty old vehicles and old broken firearms that would not put a dent into a beast rank cryptid even if they were brand new.

"So much has changed since then." Sam said as he saw a list of dates painted on the wall with spray pant which took him back to his first incursion. He vividly remembered the abandoned gas store they raided to the point where he could tell exactly the location and number of the items inside. He called how thanks to his trait he was able to find the plastic bags and what he assumed would be the most valuable loot, only to be surpassed by Uriel who didn’t even disclaim his finding.

"It’s always the same. I do something cool, then that idiot goes even further and then refuses to get acknowledged by that. If I didn’t know better I’d think he’s being humble, but he’s just a sneaky bastard." Sam gritted his teeth with regret.

Had anyone been listening to him, they would have believed he was angry at Uriel for his achievements, but in reality he was angry at him for choosing to give up on his identity before they got to make up as friends.

The place might not have looked like he expected, but since Uriel told him about this particular place and Medusa confirmed it, there was no reason to doubt and it was only a matter of finding it.

He placed himself in front of the building’s entrance ready to tear off the barricade that blocked the door, only to come back to his senses and realize he was now a holy rank hunter and he could just walk through it. It was just a wooden wall after all.

The inside of the building had medical equipment that would be considered moderately valuable even by today’s standards as it was very difficult to come by, but Sam had no interest in any loot as money was meaningless at this point.

"I have enough money in my bank account to retire and live the most lavish life for as long as I live, but that is only if the world ends when they said it would." Sam laughed at his own joke, finding the echo inside the wooden building more unsettling that it should have been.

Sam had seen more cryptids than any hunter would ever see in their entire hunting careers and he had also seen horrors he couldn’t even begin to describe. But that was while Water warlock possessed him and he was effectively immortal, though not even that stopped him from being scared at the time.

Now, however, although he counted with his holy rank, battle experience and the most powerful offensive skill known to man, he still found himself hesitating before entering the shabby wooden buildings in what used to be the Alamo research center.

Most were houses, but there were also barracks, infirmaries, a postal office and a strange building that seemed to be like a school with too many offices. The reason for his hesitation did not come from an unreasonable fear either, as even the softest materials such as wood was enough to cut his line of sight, and that was more than enough for him to worry.

Most of the cryptids he spotted were of the beast and monster level, all in the surroundings of the POI which thanks to his experience as a hunter could only mean that the stronger cryptids were inside. If it was just an entity rank or a couple, that wouldn’t even pose a danger to him. But should he be unlucky enough to stumble upon a horror level cryptid, he would be forced to use Smite and lose most of his flux energy.

"This chalkboard seems pretty worn and there’s doodles like the ones Medusa draws on her tablet." Sam pondered as he used his trait to investigate the green chalkboard scientists of the past used to unveil the mysteries of physics to create the first atomic bomb.

That chalkboard alone was enough of a clue for Sam to understand that he was in the correct building and after removing debris scattered all over the ground he finally found the entrance to a concrete basement that obviously stood out from the otherwise wooden structure.

"I knew it couldn’t be that easy." He muttered before climbing down the stairs and disappearing into the darkness of a hidden laboratory that hadn’t been visited by a living soul in decades.

It was the place where they kept the very item Uriel had previously asked him to obtain, an item deemed as evil by all of humanity and branded as the ’demon core’ after taking the lives of many of the scientist that attempted to study it.

It was a plutonium core that, according to Uriel, had become cursed after a scientist mishandled it. The first time Sam heard the story from him, he didn’t pay much mind to it, mostly because he kept himself entertained on two bountiful distractions on Medusa’s chest that kept jiggling as she heard the story.

"What was it?" Sam asked himself as he tried to remember the story, but his eidetic memory only brought him flashbacks of medusa’s cleavage. After all, it was only visual memory and it had no effect on what he heard. It was only after focusing on the full scene that he realized he could read Uriel’s lips as he told the story, though it took a lot of effort.

’One of the scientist casually showed the others how he handled the plutonium core to conduct his research and his colleagues became shocked when after prying open the core he kept it open by placing a tool. It was reckless and an irresponsible thing to do since it would release an ungodly amount of radiation if mishandled, but he did ti on a daily basis to save time. Unfortunately, it was precisely when he showed it to his colleagues that the demon core was triggered and while the exposition was brief, it shortened the lifespan of everyone involved.’

"That was what he said." Sam’s golden eyes gleamed as he ventured deep in the hidden laboratory crossing his fingers that he could be done with the task at hand before cryptids could block his exit.

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