Origin ARS 3 (Origin A.R.S.) by Scottie Futch Read Free Book Online Page A

people thought that doing so equaled great game play. There were a few that avoided that, but they were precious gems in a sea of lost time that would never be regained.
    Scott shook his head. No, he did not care that he lost out on a handful of stats by not grinding at a low-level for years on end. He was eternal now. What were a few hundred stat points compared to infinite respawn capacity? If he could only die once, he would still be punching rats to this day. That was not the case, however. It was not like he could not just grind at another spot that allowed him the exact same level of ability point development, but at an accelerated pace.
    The sorcerer considered what Rhea had said earlier then smiled at her. “I’m learning.”
    “Learn faster.” said Rhea, a sweet smile on her lips. She could not know of Scott’s thoughts in the last few seconds, but she could guess.
    Scott looked into her eyes for a moment. He then took her hand and gently pulled her close to him. He slipped one arm around her waist then smiled gently. “Teach me...”
    Rhea’s face began to heat up despite the coolness of the water. Why had he become bold so suddenly? “Scott...”
    “You wouldn’t do me like Zelda would you?” he asked suddenly. Scott gazed upon Rhea with wide and curious eyes. His expression was one of hope and longing.
    The elf girl gaped at him. What the heck was he talking about? “Uhm...?”
    Ero suddenly giggled loudly then shook her head. She was not one hundred percent sure, but she suspected that she knew what Scott meant. She could share his memories directly after all.
    Neira looked between them, uncertain what to say, if anything. That cuddle-session had come out of nowhere. She fanned her tail a little then pouted. She could use a hug and a few private lessons too. Who those lessons would come from was not really important to her, either.

Chapter 4: I Don’t Want to be Here Without You
    The sounds of guttural cries and shuffling feet on wet sand and rocks echoed out to sea. The Shar-Shar, a race of beings who resembled several types of predatory fish, but who were bipedal like a man, celebrated.
    Recently they had raided several small fishing vessels and even acquired a bit of interesting cargo. Of course, the thing that they were most proud of was currently held inside of a cage along with the rest of their ill-gotten goods. It had almost escaped, but they had caught it and put it to work soon.
    The Shar-Shar were separated into several small bands on the island, usually no more than a small few of them were gathered around any single fire. It was something that they had learned long ago, do not group up. Magic users could completely annihilate them if they did. Of course, that wisdom would prove useless if they became roaring drunk and started to pass out.
    Due to their celebratory mood the Shar-Shar closest to the shore did not see the terrors that arose from the deep. Sleek and muscular, they radiated murderous intent. The creatures slipped through the water with ease, and seemed keenly interested in the drunken revelers.
    Out of the deep came shimmering blue hair, pouty pink lips, and a delightful feminine frame wrapped in a neon pink strap. Nearby another dark thing, a creature with blue hair and masculine features crawled out of the surf as well. The man-beast wore a tight blue banana hammock that left no room for doubt, and a smile that promised violence.
    The night-terrors glanced at each other then back toward the drunken fish men. Slow, feral, grins spread across their faces. It was time to get to work.
    The duo reached the shore then ran in opposite directions. Scott opened up the battle with a dart of flame. The Shar-Shar did not expect the attack. The sudden explosion of light and flame took them completely off guard.
    The background music, previously a festive steel drum beat, shifted to a dangerous and edgy battle tune. The screams of burning fish men permeated the air soon after.
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