Chapter 44 - Dont Be Suspicious (1/2)

{Left side first, let's go to the last occupied room and work our way back;} making his way up the stairs, Cynrik decided their course of action.

{Wait, hold up, what do you mean ADHD brain? That's not even possible; we were literally given new bodies. Your previous ailments don't just carry over.} Brance didn't let his brother's last comment go.

{Eh? I mean, I guess you're right, but ima still blame the ADHD for that one;} Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Cynrik suddenly stopped and crouched low to the ground.

Seeing his brother's abrupt actions, Brance followed suit and crept up beside him.

{What? What do you see?} Thinking Cynrik had spotted something, he went on high alert and began cautiously looking around.

Tucking his head in slightly and hunching up his shoulder, Cynrik slowly crept forward.

{Don't be suspicious; yes, don't be suspicious.}

The instant Cynriks words came through the mind link, Brance's face went deadpan, and he stood up straight.

{I SAIDDDD, Don't be suspicious, yes don't be suspicious.} Cynrik stopped and looked around for Brance, who he found still standing at the stairs several feet behind, glaring at him with his arms crossed.

{What? OH, COME ON, WOULD YOU RATHER I STARTED GOING DUN DUN DUN DUN?}

{Yes, actually, I would. Why is every fucking word out of your mouth a MEME?}

{WELLLL TECHNICALLLLLLYYYY…} before Cyrnik could finish his wise-ass remark, Brance ran up and smacked him in the back of the head.

{I know, mind link, just shut up and be serious.}

{Everyyy parttttyy needs a pooper that's why we invited you;} Cynrik started moving again while singing his words in a depressed tone.

{Party pooper or not, hundreds of kids are being tortured in the basement, not to mention the threats all around us. STOP PLAYING AROUND!} Brance had to resist the urge to hit Cynrik again, and luckily they reached the end of the hall before he had to.

Stopping on the far side of the door, Brance turned and waited expectantly for Cynrik's plan.

Cynrik, who arrived less than a second later, looked into the room with his Mana Sight. The room was a simple 12x14 feet with a dresser and bed; other than that, the space was void of furniture.

{Hm, ok, Tier 1, Level 14, but only 230 HP, it looks like this person's DEX, STR based, ALRIGHTY THEN, three ways to go about this;} crossing his arms and analyzing the situation, Cynrik started formulating a plan.

{Option A, Rush in and jump him.}

{NEXT!} Brance vetoed Option A the moment he heard it.

Not letting the interruption bother him, Cynrik continued, {Option B, we slowly open the door; I activate ShadowVeil, and then we straight up assassinate the dude.}

{Viable, but what if you can't instant kill him?} Brance countered.

{Not a problem, I'll be able to do it, but I'll need your help. MOVING ALONG, Option C starts like Option B, but instead of just me, we both creep in, and you hold him down while I rapidly stab him over and over with my hidden blades.}

{Always with the stabby stab, let's just ignore Option C; you've still got me hung up on Option B; what do you mean you'd need my help?}

{Oh, that, well, you're better at using Wind Mana;} as Cynrik spoke, he casually swapped to his AC loadout and showed off his Assassins Tools to Brance.

{Option B is a bit complicated compared to the other two.} Using his left hand, he spun the round mechanical part of the right gauntlet twice and then pushed it in like a button.

CLICK

Brance watched as Cynrik removed the blade from its housing and held it up.

{My Assassins Tools can be upgraded; as such, each part is removable. So basically, I'd need you to control the blade just above the target's head and then slam it into his skull at the same time as I slit his throat.} Cynrik finished his sentence by stabbing down the blade in his right hand while making a slicing movement with his left arm.

{Double the damage, and there you have it, insta-kill on a guy more than double our level. Of course, if he were VIT-based, it most likely wouldn't work, but he's only got 230 HP, so I don't see any issues.}

Heaving a sigh and shaking his head, Brance summoned up a strand of Wind Mana, wrapped it around the blade, and stole it from Cyrnik.

{Option B, it is; pick the lock, and let's get this over with; who knows how long that group will stay in the basement;} using his Wind Affinity, Brance made the blade hover just above his right shoulder. Cynrik, on the other hand, went about picking the lock with his still equipped Assassins Tool.

But to their surprise, the door wasn't even locked.