All Chapters of The God-Tier Commoner : Chapter 11
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Royalty in the Rat's Nest
Lex was dragged, kicking and protesting, down a set of slimy stone stairs. "I'm the victim, I swear! You've got the wrong guy! Okay, okay I'll say it, I swear to God!" he pleaded, but the royal guards didn't even grunt in reply.They reached an underground prison. It was a low-ceilinged cove carved from the bedrock beneath the city, lit only by a few flickering torches. The air was thick with the smell of damp, mildew, and something much, much worse. They threw him hard into an open cell. The rusty iron bars slammed shut with a final clang.Lex scrambled to his feet and grabbed the bars. "Hey! You dumb guards! I said let me out! This is a huge misunderstanding!"The guards didn't look back even once. Their echoing footsteps faded up the stairs, leaving him in the gloomy silence.Lex slid down to the filthy stone floor, a wave of hopeless confusion washing over him. He replayed the dizzying events. The two barbarians, the punch, the bitter drink... then suddenly standing in the square
A Princely Prison Break
After Lex yelled, the princess put a finger to her lips. “Shhh! Not so loud!”“Don’t you ‘shush’ me!” Lex fired back, his confusion turning into fury. He jabbed a finger through the bars, pointing at her, then at the two hulking men. “Explain this to me! Now!”Hearing his tone, the two huge men stepped forward in unison. The one who’d been punched by his sword took a menacing half-step closer. “Watch your tone, boy,” he rumbled. “Or I might cut that clever tongue right out of your head.” The other simply drew a long, wicked-looking knife, letting the torchlight glint off the blade.Lex’s bravado evaporated. He swallowed hard, the memory of the man’s fist still fresh in his mind. He took a step back from the bars, adopting a much more respectful, if strained, tone. “Alright, alright. Fine. Can… can someone please explain what is happening here?”The princess, Lyra, let out a bright, musical laugh. “You really are funny, commoner.” She gestured gracefully. “Let me introduce everyone pro
A Merchant's Gamble
Lex woke up to a loud ruckus outside. He sat up, instantly patting his pockets to check for his pen and his coin pouch. Both were safe. The noise wasn’t in the room; it was coming from the street. He got up, pulled on his boots, and went downstairs to investigate.The common room of the inn was empty, but the front door was wide open. Everyone—the few early drinkers, the travelers, the locals—was gathered outside in the street, murmuring and pointing.Lex walked over to the front desk where Borin stood, arms crossed, watching the scene with a frown. Next to him was Yorn, the healer in black, looking mildly annoyed by the disruption.“What’s happening?” Lex asked, joining them. “What’s with the commotion?”Borin didn’t look at him, his eyes fixed on the crowd. “It’s about the fancy horse in my stable. The one with the royal crest burned into its saddle and branded on its chest. People are curious about the rider. They don’t get many royal couriers in Ironstead.”As if on cue, the young
Echoes and Idiots
The day went by in a blur of noise and movement. Every hunter and mercenary in Ironstead began the journey to the coastal town of Seaspire. Some rode on horses, a lucky few rattled along in wagons, but most, like Lex’s new group, walked. The road was crowded with armed people, all talking about the five hundred gold coins.By midnight, the town was quiet again. Borin had left the inn keys with the stable boy, a young man who’d worked for him for years and could be trusted. Yorn, the healer, had gone to her room to rest. She explained she needed all her mana and focus for the days ahead. In his own room, Lex couldn’t sleep a wink. This was his first time knowingly walking into serious danger. In his past life, he would have paid a fortune to avoid a situation like this. Now, he was marching straight toward it.To calm his nerves, he pulled out his pen, clicked it, and practiced waving the sword back and forth. He tried to remember the little kendo he’d learned for a movie role once and
The Tone-Deaf Trailblazer
Lex panickingly looked behind him, stumbling and landing hard on his backside. But there was no one there. It was just the mimic, using his own voice to mock him from the shadows.“Hey, stupid. Are you just going to sit there and cry?” Rourke, the archer, asked with real annoyance.Heat rushed to Lex’s face. He scrambled to his feet, patting the dirt and moss from his pants. He straightened his shirt, trying to summon a shred of his old, cool demeanor. “I was… assessing the terrain from a lower angle,” he mumbled.“Enough,” Borin growled, his voice cutting through the tense air. He looked at each of them, his expression grim. “Look at me, everyone. Starting now, I take the lead. No talking from this point on. The mimics use our voices. We use signals. Follow my movements. Understood?”Everyone nodded. They formed a tight, zigzag line behind Borin, each person watching a different direction—left, right, up into the creepy canopy. They moved forward with exaggerated care.As they walked
Naked and Outgunned
They continued their journey at first light. The sun was barely a suggestion in the misty sky when they reached the base of the final mountain ridge. The Glintwater Marsh lay just beyond it, a steamy, ominous presence they could almost smell on the wind.The scene at the mountain's foot was not one of eager adventurers, but of survivors. Other hunting parties were scattered around, but the mood was grim. Some hunters sat alone, staring into the distance with hollow eyes, muttering to themselves. Others huddled in small, paranoid groups, their hands never far from their weapons. They all looked exhausted, dirty, and shaken. It was clear the Murkwood had given more than just mimics to some of them."There's a fear here," Anya murmured, her axe held loosely but ready. "They faced something worse than those voice-stealing frogs."Other groups, who seemed untouched, watched everyone else with cold, calculating eyes. They weren't looking for allies; they were assessing the competition. A fe
Temporary Power, Permanent Fear
After a painful, limping journey, Lex and Rourke arrived back at the edge of the makeshift camp. The scene before them was not a fight, but a massacre.The hunters who had been driven mad by the Murkwood now lay still on the ground in final, bloody silence, they bathed in their own blood. There were no survivors from the other groups.And on the far side, near the smoldering remains of a campfire, were his teammates. Borin, Yorn, and Anya were on their knees, hands bound. They were bruised and beaten. Borin’s face was a mess of blood, one eye swollen shut. Two of the lanky man’s hunters were taking turns kicking him in the ribs, laughing as he grunted in pain. The lanky man himself leaned against a rock, watching the cruelty with a wide, satisfied grin.Lex’s stomach turned after seeing everything. It was his first time witnessing that many people killed. He helped Rourke sink down behind a large boulder.“Alright,” Lex whispered, his voice tight. “Here’s the plan. You stay hidden her
The Cost to Kill
The tall, lanky man staggered backward, but his initial terror was melting away, replaced by a sharp, cruel focus. He threw his puny dagger aside. With two smooth motions, he unsheathed the long swords from his back, one in each hand. They were well-made, unlike the crude weapons of his men.He pointed the twin blades at Lex, a real fighter’s stance. "Run, kid! You can't beat him!" Borin shouted, his voice raw. He knew that stance. It wasn’t a bandit’s. It was more professional.The lanky man walked forward, his bravado returning with each step. He gave his swords an expert twirl. “Oh,” he said, his voice losing its earlier panic, turning cold and calculating. “So that’s why my three scouts never came back from the falls. It was you.” He tilted his head. “What’s your name, boy?”An arrow, fired from Rourke’s hiding place, whistled through the air. The lanky man didn’t even look. His left sword moved in a blur, its flat side smacking the arrow out of the sky as if swatting a fly. He’d
The Burden of a Blade
Lex woke up. The world came back in pieces. First, the smell. Strong herbs—sage, maybe, and something bitter. It wasn’t the damp forest or the iron scent of blood. It was clean.His eyesight was blurry. He blinked, his throat scratchy and dry, then he coughed, a weak, rasping sound that felt loud in the quiet room.That cough was the signal. The first person he saw was Anya, sitting on a stool in the corner, polishing the head of her axe. She looked up, her stern face softening with relief. “Don’t move,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “Just rest.” She stood and left the room without another word.Lex slowly turned his head. He was in a small, rustic room made entirely of smooth, dark wood. A few torches burned in sconces, their light mixing with the pale, early morning sun streaming through a single, small window. He was in a proper bed with a scratchy wool blanket.“You’re finally awake, commoner,” a pained voice said to his right. “Or should I even call you that anymore?”It w
The Scorpion's Sting
They were left in the quiet room, the echo of the royal guards' clanking armor and Borin’s booming confession still hanging in the air. Lex sat frozen in his bed, guilt and a new, sharp anger twisting inside him. He had to get up. He had to do something.He started to push the blankets off, but a familiar chime stopped him.Ping.A blue panel shimmered before his eyes.[3 Notifications]Lex blinked. Three? Without so much thinking, he opened them.The first notification glowed brightly.Quest: Marshland Recovery – COMPLETE!Objective Met: Acquire Merchant Guild Lockbox.Bonus Objective Met: Protect Party Members.Reward: Full Health & Mana Restoration.A wave of cool, clean energy washed through him instantly, erasing the deep fatigue and the last aches from his cuts. His body felt strong, alert, and completely refreshed. The hollow feeling from his mana depletion was gone. He was at 100% again.The second notification was different. It didn’t have text. It was just a picture. A detai