My Second Life Is A Heroic Power Fantasy - Chapter 174

Within minutes, the entire camp was a flattened wasteland of fire and ash. As he sat in the lawn chair with Frumpkin and watched it smolder, the gathered mass of the adventurer center mopped up any gnolls that made the mistake of fleeing out of the camp into them. Before long, nothing moved within the gnoll defenses besides wisps of smoke, and Jack slid off his chair to go join the rest of the attackers.

“Thanks for the drink, Frumpkin.” He said.

The little man nodded as another drink apparated in his hands.

“Ehh, don’t mention it. The way things have been going recently, I figured you could use one.” He said. He laid further back into his chair and kicked his feet up on an inflatable ottoman that appeared with a poof beneath them.

He stuck the crazy straw back in his mouth.

“Good luck with the killing of the gnolls and the rescuing of the damsel.” He said. He paused for a moment, and added, “oh, and you have done enough to earn another reward. So here.”

He non-chalantly waved his hand, and a small piece of paper appeared in Jack’s hand. On its front was a cartoon drawing of Frumpkin’s face, drawn into a doofy grin. Across the top and bottom read the words “Frumpkin Lottery Ticket. Good for one spin of the Frumpkin Lottery.”

Jack raised an eyebrow.

“You have your own lottery now? What, so I don’t get the hands-on treatment for my rewards anymore now that you’ve given me the Terminal?” He asked.

Frumpkin waved the comment away.

“Bah, of course you still get the hands-on treatment for the big things. But I figured you might want the ability to get more rewards from me personally for doing something above and beyond, and frankly I’m too lazy to put in more than the minimum effort to care if I don’t have to.” Frumpkin said, stretching.

“I see. So you think I did something exceptional just now?” Jack said more than asked as he crossed his arms and appraised the little man with amus.e.m.e.nt.

Frumpkin raised his sunglasses and looked at Jack flatly.

“You single-handledly destroyed an entire gnoll encampment and scattered an entire army with a single spell. That gets you cool points. Cool points equals lottery tickets from me. You’re welcome.” He said as boredly as possible.

“Oh. Well cool.” Jack said, sticking the ticket into his pants pocket. “Thanks.”

“Now is the time you go and join the rest of your friends. I’m sure they all want to pat you on the back or something.” Frumpkin said, shooing Jack away with the back of his hand. “Begone.”

Jack laughed as he sat Harrowbloom onto his shoulder and turned to leave.

“Bye Frumpkin.”

He walked towards the gathered mass of his allies in the distance, feeling strangely light and exuberant for the first time in a while. As he walked, he caught a glimpse of some of the gnoll corpses scattered around nearby, and then noticed that the other adventurers had begun the process of picking through the corpses in the distance.

Remembering Madeleine’s admonition to always loot the dead, he set about doing the same, heading to the nearest body and digging through its pockets and gear for anything useful. While the big ones with the massive stone maces carried nothing of any use, he was able to gather a small purse of seventy-five or so gold, as well as a small bottle that looked suspiciously like it might be some kind of potion. He also found a very well-made dagger with a thin, tapered blade that looked almost flawless. A cut green gem of some kind sparkled in the pommel. He doubted it was magical, but it did look cool, and he did need a small side weapon. He removed the scabbard from the side of the dead gnoll and fed onto his belt, putting in at the small of his back and easily accessible to his left hand. He tested the draw a couple times to ensure it was easily accessible and slid easily from the sheath. Satisfied, he stuffed the bottle and and gold into the pouches of his belt, and went to join the rest of the adventurers in the middle of the battlefield.