Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 799

Chapter 799: One Percent

His grin pulled flat against the corner of his mouth, and the math started working in his head before his next breath finished.

One percent of what?

The probe wave had been forty in the front rank and forty behind, plus the pups and serpents that had pooled in after them, plus the fliers above them. Call it a clean two hundred bodies through the gate during the probe. The gang and the magma path between them had already cleaned up most of those.

If the system was reading kill count as percent of total enemy headcount, then one percent meant the Claimant’s full roster sat somewhere around twenty thousand bodies, and what had walked through the gate in the probe had been a rounding error, a sample.

Or the system was reading percent of enemy combat power, in which case the math went the other direction. Twenty thousand low-tier templates would have read as a great deal more than one percent of the Claimant’s force if the metric was raw count.

One percent on a power scale meant the absorbed roster had a very different shape underneath the disposable surface. Tens of heavyweights. A hundred. The probe wave had been the thinnest peel off the top of something whose real bulk was an order of magnitude denser.

He did not know which reading the system was using.

Either way the news was bad.

If the Claimant had twenty thousand monsters on its roster, the gang was going to spend the next two hours killing without rest.

If the Claimant had a hundred heavyweights, the gang was about to be tested on whether they could put down a creature like the one currently standing in the Safe Zone, repeatedly, before the Claimant ran out of them.

Or, worst case, both.

The Kaiju had watched the probe. It had read the woman dropping crescents on a precision lattice in the upper air, the speedster detonating its serpents through the front rank, the queen pinning its strikers to the floor without lifting a hand, the demoness eating axe-strokes for fuel and laughing through it, the man in the middle of all of them carrying two greatswords. The Claimant was committing.

Kaiden’s mouth pulled inward at one corner as he flicked his attention sideways, into the 3D map he had left open at the edge of his peripheral, and pulled it forward.

The dungeon rendered in the air, translucent. He moved the view down the kill route, past the magma exit, into the channel.

The magma channel was burning brighter than usual.

The ambient glow of his molten rivers sat at its usual orange burn against the basalt walls, but the brightness came from the enemies that had committed down that path during the probe wave and had not yet died, and from the brood that was unmaking them.

The Claimant had sent something down the spiral. Several somethings. The map showed cooling spots where bodies had ended, and through the rendering of the channel itself Kaiden could see what his magma roster was doing to anything that had committed past the slime-coated approach.

Path B was doing its intended job, that is, being untraversable.

Kaiden let himself appreciate it for a beat, then he closed the magma view and pulled the main interface up.

The DMP balance hung at the top corner.

He and his girls had farmed across the probe wave. The number sitting against the dark was a working pool, and given the math he had just run, every point of it was about to matter.

He pulled the roster and the shop forward in the same motion, then started spending.

The system confirmed each tap with a clean pulse. The roster ticked. New unit markers bloomed at the throne in the Verdant, far end of his domain, dim at first and then settling into their colors as the spawn completed. They began to walk.

[Reinforcement deployment: confirmed.]

[Units spawned at Core. Manual traversal required.]

[Estimated arrival to chokehold: variable.]

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