READ NOVEL ONLINE Cycle 23 (1)
Dear Diary,
Cycle 22 ended! Woo! We all know what that means: new stuff to play with, a new marble tournament, Staab can come back, and we get to try beating the crap out of an army of kobolds!
Staab wasn’t able to leave his floor while there were players passing through. Not that he couldn’t, it’s just… it’s his job to be there. So he was. By the end I could tell Lilly was really missing him. It was cute.
My sleep spell is up to lvl 24, which is great. A part of me was worried that it would reset when the cycle changed, even though none of my other stats ever have. But it didn’t, yay. It’ll be nice to feel like I’m helping the group tomorrow when everyone is fighting.
We all wonder if the sleep spell can affect Lewis, the dragon. He’s a very powerful, high level creature, so probably not? But we’ll never know until I try. I probably won’t get the chance to try for a couple days, tho. We’re optimistic about our chances of passing lvl 97, but not stupid. No one seriously expects us to win on the first try.
I didn’t get a breakfast menu. I’m pretty sad about that. I got a couple new toppings for the pizza and burgers, though, and got a chicken burger option. It’s not mystery chicken bits condensed into a patty, either, it’s recognizably chicken meat. I suspect that next cycle I’ll get wings, or maybe a salad? Salad would be nice, even if literally no one ever orders it. Probably no breakfast foods, unless chicken and waffles appears.
Have you ever wondered why it’s chicken, fish, and beef? Why not call it cow? Or, why not call chicken and fish meat something completely different? That’s been bothering me for the past day or so, and I don’t have Google, which sucks. Not having internet is annoying sometimes. I mean, I would literally kill to get Netflix or something like that.
We didn’t get nearly as many new marbles this time around. Apparently they aren’t being dropped as often. That’s ok, because we have at least ten thousand between us. Since Staab doesn’t have any, and he’s joining the tournament this year, we all donated twenty marbles for him to use. He should be able to find a good marble out of a hundred.
Oh, when the marbles became his, they went back to being cat eyes. Which, once again, I find hilarious. I could seriously spend hours just giving people a single marble for them to give back to me, and watching it magically change color and style.
Why does it amuse me so much? No clue. Seriously, it isn’t that funny. But I laugh like an idiot every time it happens.
Anyways, tomorrow is a big day. We’ll find out if the dire wolves recognize us, and if the maze changed. I doubt the water level will be all that different, even if everything else totally changed. I mean, there’s only so many things you can do with sharks, y’no?
We’re getting up bright and early to head down, so I have to be asleep like an hour ago.
Goodnight, dungeon!
