Universe's End

"Why! Why so many bugs?" Rory hollered, pumping his arms as he ran as fast as he could.

Now, why was one of the prestigious Founders, people who bordered on divine in the eyes of the average person, running for all he was worth?

That was probably because of the pack of over three hundred level seventy-four scarabs the size of a Prius chasing after him.

"Why!?"

There he had been, meandering his way through the labyrinth, occasionally battling a monster or two, feeling like he was on top of the world, a real sleuth, when he'd found a rather strange room.

It was carved with what looked like smooth stone bumps, covering the walls. Dominating the center of the room had been a statue of a beetle-headed man.

Now, in fairness, that should have raised alarm flags for Rory, who generally liked to think himself genre savvy enough to fall for such an obvious trap.

But, feeling like he was truly prepared for anything, Rory had made the rather foolish choice to walk directly up to the statue and give it a poke.

Then, like a scene out of one of his grandparents' favorite movies, The Mummy, the stone bumps in the walls suddenly popped off, landing on the ground. Then they had sprouted legs and pincers and started scuttling after him.

Given that he was far beyond a normal human, that hadn't been enough to faze him. So, he started blasting.

That was mistake number two.

Each scarab killed increased the strength of the rest. Starting as generic beetles, that was far from alarming.

Of course, when you wiped out hundreds in one go, seeing a mundane beetle jump from no level straight to level four was a cause of concern. Rory, for as much as he liked to pride himself on his cognition investment, hadn't considered that killing a few more wasn't likely to solve the problem.

The red flag finally went up as the scarabs ballooned in size, now matching the size of small cars. Putting two and two together, Rory initiated his secret family technique.

He ran away.

Not all challenges were meant to be overcome by pure show of force, something Rory had let himself get lazy with. Thus, his current status: running for dear life.

"Why!?" Rory shouted once more, as great stone doors began to slide down from the top of the halls he was traversing, a damn tomb all of a sudden.

Why me?

Elsewhere

"Aren't you just the cutest little turtle?" Zoey said as she scratched the small painted turtle under its chin, the small turtle flapping its legs happily.

Zoey had been exploring the labyrinth for some time now, finding it all expansive. During that time, she'd come to realize something.

The immortal turtle was really good with directions. It had started as a joke; Zoey encountered a fork in the path, and unable to decide which way to go, she'd asked the small turtle which way.

Following the direction its head snaked, something she had thought it had done at random, she'd found herself in a room of valuables, and while she hadn't had a way to bring them along, it had continued like that, endlessly.

Even if she couldn't bring the treasures with her, just finding them was enough to be inundated with ascension energy as her exploration skill rewarded her for her efforts.

Regarding the labyrinth, Zoey had a new running theory that the planet was the labyrinth and the black boxes atop the desert were merely a method to be directly transported inside the interior of the planet.

Did she have any proof? Nope, but if Rory could make shit up on the spot, Zoey saw no reason why she couldn't as well.

Thus, with her theory that she was basing on nothing, she'd had the easiest time of her life exploring the labyrinth as the magic turtle led her from treasure to treasure. That said, the turtle wasn't capable of anything else; it was just an immortal turtle with a fantastic sense of direction. Perhaps if she were someone else, she would have considered using the immortal turtle as a meat shield. Still, Zoey had enough durability that the thought never crossed her mind.

Truthfully, this planet was a blissful experience, and Zoey could only sigh in contentment at her luck.

Elsewhere, quite some time later.

"Fuck you," Rory spat, wiping the blood and grime from his face as he quite literally spat on the corpse, standing atop a small mountain of bodies.

Rats. Rats with tentacles. Rats with tentacles that walked on two legs. Rats with tentacles that walked on two legs and were the size of Mike Tyson. Rats with tentacles that walked on two legs, the size of Mike Tyson, and also whispered children's songs in a creepy rat voice.

Rory hated this planetoid.

The first time something had gone wrong, he had chalked it up to his stupidity. But when one bad incident bled into the next, constantly keeping him running on high alert, Rory had realized that something was definitely amiss.

Nothing went his way. Nothing. It was as if the universe itself was spitting in his face.

The most recent incident had been caused by the solid floor crumbling beneath him, dropping him into a literal pit of evil tentacle-demon-rats. The only way out? Pile up enough bodies to climb to the top.

Which, given the rats were all level seventy-four? Not exactly easy, especially without the luxury of the living wall that was Zoey.

Rory had been tempted to bust out his secret weapon, but had kept it in reserve, wanting it as undamaged as possible for the floor guardian.

Thus, Rory had been forced to scrape by with pure determination and spite for this horrendous planet.

Thankfully, the nearly autonomous boomerang projections had been a new addition to his arsenal that augmented his ability to fight as a frontline fighter as the boomerangs mulched through enemies and kept them from overrunning him.

Once Rory had finally climbed out of his own personal Tartarus, it was less than a day later when a flight of locusts descended from a ceiling far overhead, spewing eroding dust from their bodies as they flung themselves at him.

If there was one good thing about his endless misfortune, it was that he found himself with an endless deluge of monsters and situations to test out new attack methods.

Sure, lightning was great, but what about chain lightning?

Walking away from a lightning-scorched hill of locust bodies, Rory sighed, shaking his head.

Oh God, when will this shit end?

Elsewhere, an even more extended period later

"This is nice," Zoey sighed, reclining in the hot springs, the lucky painted turtle floating nearby.

What were the chances of finding a hot spring in a labyrinth inside a desert planetoid? Pretty low.

Which, when being led by the immortal turtle, was essentially a one-hundred percent chance.

"You know, I wonder what Rory is up to?"

Elsewhere

"Who will I strangle first?" Rory pondered out loud, dragging a heavy maul behind him as a monster attempted to claw away from him, the last one alive of the most recent ambush. "Aelia? Or maybe Eon. Hell, maybe Zoey just for fun."

The most recent assault had been by a group of level seventy-three ticks, each the size of a rottweiler but with a vaguely human head. Rory had spent so much time being abushed and traps triggering, that he'd been fully expecting an attack after nearly two days of nothing, the longest stretch he'd had since…. Well, since he'd entered the damn labyrinth world. So when the tick-people-monsters had flooded into a large cave from small tunnels jutting off the side, he had already been ready, a geyser of flame erupting from his War Staff.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Oh, that was a new thing he'd begun working on, fire magic. Many of the monsters inside the labyrinth had a small degree of heat resistance, which made them great targets for flexing his imaginative skills. He still wasn't nearly as skilled with fire as he was with lightning; it was easier for him to imagine ionic pathways than overheated gases for reasons that he chalked up to a personal quirk.

Either way, Rory couldn't deny that this single planetoid had done more for his skills as a combatant than almost anywhere else over the last few years. The constant pressure from monsters, traps, and general misfortune had been a trial by fire.

Sometimes literally.

Traveling between the planetoids had been far easier in comparison, able to use Earth Soul and the endless comets as ammunition. Here, where the ceilings, walls, and floor were damn near impossible to manipulate directly? Not so much.

Yeah, I should be happy for all this training… or how about no.

The worst part? Rory didn't even feel like he was making any progress through the labyrinth, as if it did everything it could to turn him back around in endless loops, revisiting old traps which reformed or restocked ambushes with monsters like an endless sewage deluge.

"Not even the decency to give me a nice soundtrack for my training montage," Rory muttered, feeling like a scene out of a corny boxing movie, constantly doing the dumbest things to grow stronger.

Except in his case, it wasn't his choice.

It was tiring, but Rory would persevere.

If only so he could strangle somebody after.

Several months later.

Zoey was beginning to feel like something was off.

Oh, not because she had a sinking feeling of danger or being watched or anything like that.

Nope, the problem was that things were far too easy. Everything fell into her lap way, way too easily, to the point that Zoey realized a problem.

She wasn't growing. The last few months had been so easy that she hadn't grown her skills or even gained ascension energy through facing down trials and tribulations. The only reason she hadn't caught on sooner was that her passive skill, which boosted ascension energy from exploration, was benefiting from the constant treasure she and her immortal turtle companion kept finding.

Oh, Rory would have been so jealous.

With her limited storage capabilities compared to Rory, she'd only kept the most interesting pieces of treasure, natural treasures with interesting effects.