Chapter 9 - 9. Great Balls Of Fire (1/2)

Name: Audemars

Male, 21 years old, 1.75m tall, 60kg.

Level: 0/100,000

Progress: 66%

Attributes

Strength: 4

Dexterity: 3

Intelligence: 2

Vitality: 3

Toughness: 2 (+6)

Damage: 2 (+5)

Recovery: 2

Free unallocated points: 0

Class: unknown (has yet to be unlocked)

Profession: unknown (has yet to be unlocked)

Skills: none

Wealth: 122 credits

Weapon: Dagger (+3), Short Sword (+5) (equipped)

Armour: Heavy Work Glove (+2) Planked Shield (+4)

”Huargh... Oh. My. God. I finally reached this end of the tunnel. My goodness... If I were to meet a few of these, I think I'd better give it up. Their brute strength and my miserable state are too much for me to handle right now. Phew... It wouldn't hurt if I were to smoke right now, do I? ” I said to myself and suddenly an offscreen crew came over and offered his packet of cigarettes.

I looked at it longingly and saw it was the same brand that I love to smoke due to its cloves aftertaste and thick aroma. I slid one out of the packet and the crew offered to light it up for me. ”Thanks, man. You're a lifesaver.”

The offscreen crew then exited back to where he came and I sat there on an undamaged crate, removed the planked shield and the old bronze sword off my hands. ”Phew...I guess I've hooked back on smoking again.” I slowly pulled on the clove cigarette and the toxins and chemicals clouded my brain and entered my lungs.

I slowly exhaled through my nostrils and the sides of my mouth as I looked like a fearsome dragon, breathing out smoke instead of fire. Hah hah hah.

”Oi... Oi... Who said you can smoke here on the set? Hello, you want to get fined, is it? No smoking in a building or under shelter, did you forget that or your brain cells suddenly died when you're asleep for 6 bloody full months?”

I looked around, searching for that irritating voice and true enough, it was the director of this novel... The fat yellow-bellied bastard that would spend all days and nights fiddling with his smartphone and scratching his crotch! I wonder what he was up to when I was back a series ago and here he comes, raising his voice acting high and mighty again.

”What Oi, Oi? I don't have a name, is it? The author gave me a name and it sounded like an expensive watch you know...so what if I'm smoking? There's no sign that says I can't smoke. Go fuck off somewhere, Director. Keep messing around with the script here.”

”Oi... That's Audemars Piguet with an 'S', your name does not have an 'S' so it's not the same.”

”Hello Director, I've got an ass and it's a silent ass... It is right behind here where I'm sitting on this crate, you fool. Please lah... Go somewhere and bug other MC. This MC just needed a smoke break and once I'm done, I'm off to the fifth level here in this basement.”

”Oi... A basement had got 1 or 2 levels only lah... This has 5 levels and its no more called a basement. Its called a dungeon. Have you gone stupid already?”

”Oh yeah... A dungeon. Why I had never thought of that before? This is basement and rats and not dungeons and rodents. It sounds really awful and doesn't have a ring to it at all. Hah hah hah.” I thought inwardly to myself as I take another pull of the cloves cigarette.

”Oi, I'm going to deduct 500 credits from your allowances for smoking in confined and covered spaces. Even if you're the MC, you are not the director. Quit smoking and stomp it out.”