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L: You can tell a tree by the fruit it bears.
M: My dad used to lay out apples, then shoot any deer stupid enough to eat them.
3 Hours Later - Megacles - The Woods
I pull the bike off onto a logging trail, and hammer down it for a while. When it gets too rough, I hide the bike in a bush and start walking.
My pack is kinda heavy. I pull out a couple beer to lighten my load. I'm looking for a big fucking tree to hang out under. After a while I find a grove next to a stream. Good enough.
I put the beer in the stream, build myself a nest, and get comfy. I smoke.
I try to enjoy my new life - it's not likely to last long. But I can't relax. I'm too angry.
How could Doc-Danger be so stupid? We were so close! We could be exploring the universe right now. Instead, he's lost, I'm stuck, and psychos are on my tail.
Granted, the psychos had found me before Damocles appeared. Maybe, the planaportation was an accident. I doubt it.
I laugh at everybody trying to find the meaning of Damocles’ appearance. There's no fucking meaning. It's just Doc-Danger giving the unknown a good stiff poke. Like he always does. He can't help himself.
Speaking of obsessives, I wonder if the Darkness has found me yet? Is she behind Lodestone? Or Dead Man? It's getting hard to imagine a future where she doesn't murder me.
And there it is. I'm fucked. If I keep doing what I'm doing, the Darkness is gonna take me. I need to move faster. Take some risks. Even big risks are safer than waiting for death.
I pull some beer from the stream. I feel a little better. It's a shit plan, but at least I have it. I drink, and smoke, and think.
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Imitation eventually becomes competition.
- Lodestone
8 Minutes Later - Megacles - The Sugar Lab (Roof)
I wake up. I'm still lying on the picnic table. Candy and Lodestone are sitting next to me. They are kissing, fondling each other. Lodestone sees I'm awake, smiles. Candy sees I'm awake, and disentangles herself from Lodestone. The regulars move away. Porno’s over, time for the psychodrama.
I actually feel pretty rested. Like, I can think again. I lay on the table and stare up at the new planet.
Finding Doc-Danger's name, or lab, or last known location, isn't going to help me find him. He isn't there. I will still look for these things - I must attempt to assume his responsibilities - but they won't help me find him.
Also, what am I going to do when I find him? I believe he needs help, but what help am I able to provide? If he's hiding from someone, I'm likely to lead them straight to him. If he's spaghettified across spacetime, I can't help with that either. Hell, if he broke his leg in the woods, he'd probably crawl out before I found him.
I need to look at the impossible answers, and try to understand them. Find a way to keep them from Lodestone and whoever created her. Though, a sophisticated A.I. would be the perfect tool to study them with.
I can't study math in the condition I'm in. I gaze at the planet for a while. Then I close my eyes.
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You must escalate conflict so that, if everybody did it, you’d be better off. But you gotta deal in every human. Otherwise you get illuminati bullshit.
- Mr President’s Notes to Self Twitter Account
4 Hours Later - Megacles - The Street
“Ma’am? Are you awake Ma’am?” says the cop standing over me.
I start. What the fuck? I look around. Shit, I’m on the ground. I try to get up, but my clothes aren’t on right, and I fall on my face. Shit.
“Are you okay Ma’am?” the cop asks.
“Yes.” I say. Fuck off, I think.
Fear sobers me a little. I get my clothes on right and stand. There’s a lot of people running around. Fuck! I’m going to jail.
The cop asks me a bunch of questions. It slowly dawns on me that he’s worried about me. I calm down a little, and give him what he needs to leave me alone. I’m okay. Nothing happened to me. Yep, I’m drunk. No, nobody attacked me. I’m not crazy, hurting, or whatever. Sleepwalking’s a bitch.
He offers me a ride home, but fuck that. He nods. “Okay.” he says. “Just… Be good to yourself, okay? We’re gonna get through this.”
I nod seriously at his pep talk. Weird.
I walk to Candy’s. There are so many people running around, it takes me a while to realize it’s 4 in the morning. Everybody is looking up, at the moon. Fuck, that’s not the moon! I fumble with my phone. Every feed is lit up. A new planet appeared out of nowhere 2 hours ago. New planet. Scary close to Earth. Out of fucking nowhere.
I pull up my full lab right there on the street. I call Doc-Danger. I get no answer. My stomach hurts. I’ve never tried to force my way into Doc-Danger’s feed. I do so now. There’s no need, I have full access. He’s gone. He just disappears 2 hours ago. He fucks me in the woods, pulls up his lab, and disappears.
I pull up the God Machine. It’s gone too. 2 hours back, there is activity in its logbook. In the same millionth of a second, it answers all the impossible questions. Then it disappears.
My chest hurts. Like there’s barbed wire around my heart. I kneel down on the street and weep.
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The safest way to kill a democracy is to hide the actions of the leaders from the people. Once nobody’s watching, the leaders will kill their own democracy for you.
- The Darkness
8 Months Later - Deadman - Sad Apartment
I wake up. It’s still dark. I lie quietly in the darkness. I have nothing better to do. It’s day 30 of the biggest power blackout in our nation’s history. I’ve had a lot of quiet time lately. It’s given me an unavoidable opportunity to think. It’s painful.
I’m an intelligence analyst for the National Spy Agency. My name is Jon Salk. Codename Deadman. I’m a guardian of democracy. I’m doing a piss poor job of it.
Sun comes up. I put on my cleanest dirty suit. Eat some dry cereal. Drink some warm bottled water. Use the last of the water to brush my teeth. Wander outside. The city is very quiet. An Agency car will be along to pick me up. Eventually. I think some more. Maybe I should get a bike.
My public service career started when an army recruiter lied to me at the mall. Did two tours in the desert. Tech support, never saw the enemy. Didn’t bother me. Somebody had to keep the wifi flowing. Transferred to military intelligence. Went from trying to fight the enemy, to trying to find him. Switched to the National Spy Agency to get out of the fucking desert. Now I sit in a cornbelt data center and look for the enemy at home.
A data center with back-up generators. And hot coffee.
Eventually a car shows up and takes me to work. I savor a coffee. Tastes like civilization.
The morning meeting has been delayed. Nobody can get to work on time. I wish they’d just start without us. Assholes. Whatever. I use the delay to get some work done. Normally, I’d be panning the internet for idiot badguys. But, the blackout has effectively shut off the internet. I’m reduced to searching our archive of the internet. Maybe I’ll find a badguy who isn’t an idiot.
A small chime goes off. My civilian partner has arrived. I put on my augmented reality glasses, and she appears. Contractor 11-17, codename Lodestone.
For reasons I don’t understand, contractors are not allowed on site. They work remotely. We use augmented reality glasses to interact. Like Skype, but more future-y. It’s pointlessly complicated. I mean, I understand why our contractors aren’t allowed on site. All of our data is top secret, minimum, and these fuckers always fail their security clearance. I just don’t understand how giving them remote access to secret data solves that problem.
That said, what do I care? Lodestone’s the reason I’m still here. Lodestone, hot coffee, and protecting democracy. In that order.
I fucking hate my job. It’s beaten the idealism out of me. I wasn’t always a miserable asshole. I came here to save the world. To help save the world. To help somebody. I’m not helping.
This operation is fucked on every level. For example, the conceptual level. Our mandate is to be a pre-crime police force. We’re supposed to catch terrorists before they terrorize. Sounds great on paper. It’s a hell of a campaign promise. We suck at it.
We’re spying on a couple billion people. We have a file on everyone who uses the internet. We use psychometric algorithms to sort them into risk categories. Unfortunately, the risk profile of a terrorist is an angry, suicidal dude, who owns a gun, a truck, or a knife. We’re drowning in false positives. There’s a million guys who fit this profile for every terrorist. I’ve put thousands of guys on the terror watchlist, but nobody’s really watching them.
While we suck at pre-crime, we’re awesome at collecting secrets. We know the sex you’re having. We know the sex you wish you were having. We know the drugs you do. We know where you hide your money. We know all your little crimes. Speeding, piracy, time theft, jaywalking, tax evasion, abuse, and neglect. We know your politics. Who you vote for. What you believe. We know where you are, and where you’ve been.
It’s fucking crazy.
“Morning meeting starts in 25 minutes.” says Lodestone. “I’m going to find a quiet spot and rub one out. Care to join me?”
Lodestone is my technical asset. She’s a computer genius. She’s also super shady. She’s exactly the type of agent we need, except we can’t trust or afford her. So, we hire her as a contractor. She’s making at least 10 times what I am. She’s a scary, amoral, mercenary, bitch.
“Yes, I would like to join you.” I say.
I fucking love her.
I go to a low traffic bathroom. Lodestone goes to someplace similar, wherever she is. Probably not that similar. I bet she has someplace classy to wack-off.
She gets sexily disheveled. Begins. I watch for a bit, then join in. We finish, nod, head to the meeting.
We do this everyday. At first I just watched. Then masturbated by myself immediately afterwards. Took a while to figure out that was crazy.
The meeting is run by Senator Kentucky. Codename Evil Dumbfuck. That’s not his actual codename, just the one I use.
“Someone has started an illegal internet.” says Evil Dumbfuck. “Find out who it is.”
What’s an illegal internet? If someone’s got the internet running during a blackout shouldn’t we be happy? Helping them? Fuck I hate my job.
We go back to my office. Lodestone starts typing furiously. I have questions, but I leave her alone. I’m a pretty savvy technical guy, but Lodestone makes me look like Senator Dumbfuck McCan’tUseEmail. When she has something, she’ll let me know.
I think. Connect to the “illegal internet”. Poke around. Think some more. I don’t like this assignment. It was probably ordered by Old Money. One of the everyday attacks on democracy with which I am complicit.
Democracy was originally a group of vicious rich dudes banding together for protection from other vicious rich dudes. Through a flaw its design - voting - it's occasionally expedient to let more people into the group. It's a slow process, but after 200 years, we're up to a billion members. We let in gay people last week.
In theory, my job is to protect our group from outside threats. That's not very hard. Sure, lots of people want us dead, but we're a lot better at murder than they are. We get the odd suicide attack, but most outsiders just hope we forget about them.
No, the real threat to our group is that it’s falling apart. It's the internet's fault.
See, back in the day, only rich people were allowed to talk. I mean, we povs could talk amongst ourselves, but addressing the nation took a ton of cash.
Democracy was a two step program. Rich people would talk about their problems and dreams, on TV or in the papers, then we would all vote on them. Simple.
But then the internet came along, and everybody could address the nation. Turns out, poor people have problems and dreams too. And now we have to talk about them.
It's not going well.
Which brings us back to my job, the blackout, and the illegal internet.
In an unsurprising, surprise fuck you, it turns out my job is really to make poor people shut up. I feel like I've been lied to at the mall all over again.
Operation Shut Up is pretty straightforward. If you learn a secret that could damage the ruling class, better keep it to yourself. Cause we know your secrets too. Our laws are written so everybody is a criminal. But, we’re too busy to bust you, unless you draw attention to yourself. Get it? Secret mutual assured destruction.
The blackout, while not part of Operation Shut Up, is working really fucking well at shutting everybody up. Old Money is getting a lot done in the silence. It’s the good old days all over again. Why not leave the internet off for good?
Whoever made this new internet is going to get disappeared.
“It's called Leviathan.” says Lodestone. “The new internet. They call it Leviathan.”
“Why haven’t we just shut it down?” I ask. “I thought that would be our first step.”
“We can’t.” says Lodestone.
That’s shocking. I recognize the programs Leviathan is made of. I know for a fact that we forced the companies that made them to put backdoors in them. Cheat codes that let us spy on users, or shut down the programs remotely.
“Backdoors aren’t working?” I ask.
“Nope. We can get into each one once, but it stops working after a second or two.” She says. “I gets weirder. Are you logged on with your phone?” I nod. “Try a backdoor on a program that has nothing to do with internet connectivity.”
I turn on the flashlight app and open the secret location feed. I get in for a second, then I get kicked out. I can’t get back in. That’s weird. I can almost believe that they found all the backdoors in the networking apps they used to make Leviathan. It would be insanely difficult, but it’s theoretically possible. But there’s millions of apps in the App Store and we have backdoors in all of them. Why would they have a patch for the backdoor of this random flashlight app? What are the odds of that?
“It gets better.” says Lodestone. She tosses me a test phone from the burner bin. “Try it again.”
I connect to their network, then try to backdoor the flashlight. This time I don’t get in at all.
“Cool, eh?” says Lodestone. “The network found the backdoor when you opened it. Then it patched over the backdoor on your phone. Then it patched every phone on the network. That backdoor is gone.”
“Fuck.” I say.
Lodestone laughs.
“Holy fuck.” I say. “How is that possible?”
She shrugs. “I guess somebody smart did something smart.”
I stand. Head for Senator Kentucky’s office. Everybody in the NSA is trying to find the creators of this internet. They will be using backdoors like crazy. But doing so will render those backdoors inoperable. Permanently? Maybe? We better stop until we know for sure.
I stop. Has anybody else figured this out?
I make a detour to my secret wack-off bathroom. We’ve millions of backdoors, but we get most of our data from about a hundred. Everybody uses the same apps. I pull out my phone and start opening our best backdoors, one after another.
5 minutes later, I give Evil Dumbfuck the bad news.
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If you don’t want to be a superhero, you’ll never amount to anything.
Mr. Brightside’s Guide to Goal Setting
3 Weeks Later - Candy - The Sugar Lab
I wake up, check my phone. Captain Industry is driving everybody crazy. I check the time. His address isn’t for another couple hours. I go back to sleep.
I wake up again, head to the shower, turn on the hypno-clone. Hook up with a generic young woman profile. She’s rude. Too grabby. And I fuck squidmaids. I double flick my wrist and toss her avatar down the drain. The consent protocols of the hypno-clone were designed by an air traffic controller. There is no room for miscommunication.
I wash my hair. No sex today I guess. I wash my hair again. Fuck it, I turn the hypno-clone back on. I find a 40 year old dumpy dude who wants bang a bi chick. What a curious display of honesty. We make love.
We chat a bit as I wash my hair. He’s really nice. I friend him.
I head to my kitchen. My plan is to make my usual breakfast of vegan bacon and eggs. A drone delivers a slice of pizza. It has vegan bacon and eggs as toppings. It’s a troubling harbinger of a societal speed wobble. I eat it. It’s pretty good.
I check the indulgences calendar - how shall I get wrecked today? It just says sleep. The fuck! Who agreed to this? I get back in my pajamas.
I send a query - does anybody want to watch Captain Industry with me? I’m tired of being depressed by myself. I get a half dozen yeses, and two dozen maybes. The champaign room is being kitted out for a slumber party. Delta suggests we watch it there.
I head down to the club. There’s a fragile atmosphere of sobriety. And pajamas.
I go see Brian. This is usually where we’d share a drink or a joint. Thankfully, he’s doing something interesting.
“We’re weaponizing the pizza drones.” says Brian. “I'm sick of them getting shot down.”
“Cool. I thought the U.N. outlawed autonomous deathbots.” I say.
“Yeah, we're not going to tell them.” says Brian. “Anyway, there not deathbots. They just deal a face full of piping hot pizza.”
“It’s a weight thing.” says Orcette. “The drones aren't strong enough to carry a pizza and a AK-47.”
“You can take out a gunman with a slice of pizza? Wait! What the fuck! Are people really shooting at our drones?” I ask.
“Paintballs. They're shooting them with paintballs.” He points to a smashed drone covered with fluorescent goo. “Gums up the rotors. Fucking kids.”
“It could be our competition.” says Orcette.
Brian nods. “Some asshole anyway. To answer your question - yes, it is extremely hard to pelt a gunman with pizza. Even if he’s only shooting paintballs. That said, we’ve patched the drones into the hypno-clone network, so they have the same augmented senses a human.”
To access to the hypno-clone network, you must share your visual feed. Billions of video feeds are what makes virtual travel possible. Privacy settings only work inside homes.
You can make yourself anonymous, but if you turn off your feed, you can’t see any others.
“How often does the gunman leave his feed on?” I ask.
“So far, always.” says Brian. “Lazy asses are using it to help their aim. Or, maybe they forgot it’s on. I can’t remember the last time I turned mine off. Anywho, we can see what they see. And what any bystanders see. From there it’s just an optimization problem.”
“I started them off with a library of hunting strategies.” says Orcette. “They try them randomly, and beam the results to the rest of the pizzadrones as training data. They learn.” She laughs.
“It’s pretty cool.” says Brian. “If you want to hunt man, may I suggest running from their attacks, and discretely following them home. Eventually, they come out without a gun.”
“One drone flew in a window and pelted a guy while he was taking a shit.” says Orcette. “It was awesome.”
“That does sound awesome. Provisionally.” I say, and slowly back away. I’ll deal with this later. When I can drink.
I sashay over to Intervention Group. Isaiah is talking.
“If I’m understanding the research correctly, a properly functioning human is bummed out most of the time.”
“Interesting.” says Delta. “So, happy people are the weird ones?”
“Nope. They’re just lying.” says Isaiah. “Possibly to themselves. Definitely to us.”
“A conspiracy. I like it.” says Zeta. “Are we going to crush it?”
“Nah, just dent it a little. I don't want everybody yelling, and crying, and kicking dogs, and shit.” says Isaiah. “But we do need to let people in on the joke, so they stop feeling like failures for not being happy.”
NICE. says Command Line.
“We have thoughts and emotions. Thoughts are relentless. There’s no way to stop them.” He looks at the bar. “There’s a couple ways to stop them. Point is, you don’t have to do anything about them. Ten, twenty times a day, you’ll think that you’re a piece of shit. You can’t stop that. But, you don’t have to believe it. Or, fight it. Or, do anything about it. You can just thank your brain for the update, and go on with your day.
“Emotions are similar. They’re just another way that we talk to ourselves. You're gonna feel bad a couple times a day. You can stop that - with drugs, TV, or accomplishments. But, long term, that's exhausting. Nobody can stay drunk, distracted, or working 24/7. It's better to just take a little time each day to feel your emotions. Say hello to them. Thank them for dropping by.”
We think.
“So, self-control is a waste of time, and we should all go fucking ape shit?” asks Zeta.
“You may be confusing emotions with actions.” says Isaiah. “You should remain in control of your actions. I'm saying it's okay to feel upset. Not that it's okay to yell, and scream, and shoot up the place.”
“Hmmm, that's an important distinction.” says Zeta. “I’m glad I asked about that.”
We think.
SO, WE PUT THAT ON A PIZZA BOX? WAIT! says Command Line. IS THIS ABOUT SUICIDE?
“Yes. Suicide is an emotional control strategy.” says Isaiah.
IS IT? asks Command Line. BEING SOBER IS WEIRD.
“Agreed.” I say. “Is this the entire therapy?”
“Oh, god no.” says Isaiah. “That’s just all that will fit on a pizza box. On your next pizza, we will introduce the concept of Radical Acceptance. That’s where you stop fighting reality and make peace with what you can’t change. It requires some practice.”
The meeting kind of peters out. We mill around. This is usually when we get high. It's hard to nap socially. Though Omicron seems to be managing.
It's funny. I love sleep, and I'm always sleep deprived, but sleep as an indulgence is the worst. I hate it. Probably why I'm always sleep deprived.
I couple of us go to the champagne room to doze while we wait for Captain Industry. I get a few winks in. When Captain Industry finally begins, he’s immediately depressing.
“So many of our hard working countrymen can’t make ends meet because they can’t get paid the money that is owed them. We need to stop the domino effect of bankruptcies, where the jobless are dragging their friends and neighbors down with them.” says Captain Industry. “No more bankruptcies! No more burdening everyone around you! If you can’t pay your way, we will give you an emergency job until you can! That’s what your government is doing for you!”
He finishes to thunderous applause. He smiles and waves. The feed freezes. His smile is broad, but his eyes are angry.
The applause fades to white noise, which fades to a scratchy, old-timey, audio. Time for Mr. Brightside.
“What the fuck is an emergency job?” says Mr. Brightside. “Is that just selling poor people into slavery?”
There’s a pause in the audio. Presumably, so he can do drugs. I wish I had some.
“Okay, I won’t bore you with why slavery is evil and stupid. You know, you don’t care. Let’s talk about the truth you’re trying to hide. You're not rich anymore. Sure, you have more money than ever, but more and more people are realizing they don’t need money anymore. And, as they do, they escape your control. Your kingdoms are shrinking.” says Mr. Brightside. “Quit trying to make equality illegal. It’s dangerous. Embrace a more elegant solution. Abandon your kingdom. Join us in the underclass. We’re having fun down here. c.. …… …. …
We listen to silence for a bit. The feed shudders and cuts out. Shows over, I guess.
We lie in the dark. Everybody’s quiet. I wonder how many of my friends are on their way to indentured servitude. What will their jobs be? What will they do with my friends? I should stop making trouble, and try to buy them. I close my eyes. I’m not rich. How long could I delay the inevitable?
I picked the wrong day to stop doing drugs. Day’s almost over. I sleep.
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D: We’ve had cloning technology for decades. No one does it. I don’t think anybody really likes themselves.
M: I would clone myself to get rid of a hangover.
3 Weeks Later - Farfaloo - Bitchin' Meadow
My name’s Farfaloo, and I’m a pretty unicorn! I’m frollicking in a meadow! It’s awesome! I love this meadow! Meadows rule! There’s butterflies! And a stream! Fucking A! I hop around, all four feet jumping at once! I get mad air!
I come across a big bull. He’s frollicking too, but it’s more of a lazy, rolling around affair.
“Sup bull! Nice horns!”
“Thanks. Right back at ya.”
We frolic in the general vicinity of each other for a while.
“Hey bull! Wanna have a race!”
“Not really. I like rolling.”
“Aww, come on!”
“Okay. But if I win, I get to fuck you.”
“Deal! But if I win, we get to race again!”
I fucking love racing!
I tear off, bouncing all over the place. Big Bull fumbles to his feet and lumbers after me. At first, I’m just poking around, trying not to lose him. But as he warms up, he gets really fast. Goody!
I kick it up a few notches. He keeps the pace. I lean in, really open up. He closes the gap. I feel great, happy as fuck, I love this. I don’t know if I want to win or fuck. Ha! I can do both!
I look behind me, to admire his form. He looks furious. He has a monstrous erection. Monstrous like, it could destroy a city. Well, that sucks. I think I want to win now.
I take a funny bounce that shoots me sideways into the woods. I slalom around the trees at top speed. My bounciness makes me peerless at direction changes. But I’m actually losing ground. What he lacks in agility, he makes up for with a big fucking head that can bash through trees.
I'm going to lose this race. Normally I'd be fine with that - I fucking love racing! But today that makes me sad. I don't like the big bull anymore. I don't like how he knocks down trees. I don't like his angry face. I don't like his huge angry dick.
Okay, fuck this. On my next bounce, I spin and shoot back at him. My horn slams into his chest with a bang. It gets caught on something. His spine perhaps? I shake my head until it comes loose, cutting him in half in the process. Blood and gooey mess fly everywhere. Then I stomp on the bits for a while. He’s mostly ankle stain now. I stab the biggest remaining chunk - his head? With a flick of my neck, I fire it deep into the woods.
Problem solved.
I relax, and sink down into a bed of flowers. I sink in deep. Impossibly deep. 10 feet. 20 feet. Miles. Forever. It’s very relaxing. I sink deeper and deeper, until I finally reach Candy’s bed. I love Candy’s bed. What the fuck? I’m not a unicorn! Oh fuck, she hypnotized me!
“Did I agree to this?” I ask.
“Yes.” says Candy.
“Why?” I ask.
“How do you feel?” asks Candy.
I sit up. I’m sweaty and shaky. I don’t feel bad though, more like I’ve been worked hard. It starts coming back to me.
“Holy shit. Was that a workout program?”
“Yeah! I know how much you hate exercise, so I came up with a hypno-assisted workout!” says Candy. “You were supposed to enjoy a exhilarating fantasy, while your body works through a set of isometric exercises. How was it?”
“Uh, I was a stunned unicorn…”
“Yeah, I thought you should stay true to yourself.”
“Thanks. Did you add a weird sex component?”
“Yeah, I thought you should stay true to yourself.”
“Ha. Well, it was a little too freaky. Ran off the rails.”
“Oh no. I’m sorry. Did you not like your partner?”
“Partner? That was a real guy? Oopsie.” I say.
“Why? Did you let him down hard?” asks Candy.
“Yes I did.”
I give her the lowdown on his brutal slaying.
“Oh my. Excuse me, I have to make a phone call.” says Candy
She talks on the phone for a bit, then turns back to me.
“Well, he had a great workout. He pooped himself, and will never fuck or sleep again, but he’ll have great definition.” says Candy
“Oops.”
“Yeah.”
“I think you misjudged how scary massive bull cock is.” I say.
“I gave you a horse sized vagina.” says Candy.
“Oooo… I hadn’t thought of that. In that case, I’m ready to go again.” I say.
“Yeah, I’m running low on expendable minions. Let’s get drunk.” Candy says.
“Okay. Sorry.” I say.
We pop a few brews, and get frisky. Candy heads to the shower. I turn on Mr. President while I wait for her.
Mr. President is meeting with economic advisors. The advisors have diverse and contradictory plans to stimulate job growth. Mr. President cuts them short with a blast of reality.
“Job growth? What fucking jobs? Business will take whatever tax breaks we give them and buy robots. The only thing we need humans for is science. And blow jobs. Science, sex and rent. That's the gonna be the whole economy in a few years. Wrap your heads around that, and come back with a plan that gets me re-elected.” says Mr. President.
A damp naked Candy flops down next to me.
“Super science and dirty sex? Well, dang. The future sounds alright.” says Candy.
I turn off the TV. We chat and eat, then head down to the club. Brian has a new batch of MicroBrew. He starts with a light beer, then he adds pot and caffeine, then trace amounts of various life-extending pharmaceuticals and psychedelics. This batch was called Friday's. It was a heady brew. We drain a few, and get goofy. And slightly immortal.
We debate how we will spend our new found immortality. I want to tour the universe, but Candy likes the convenience of Earth.
“All my stuff is here. Also, I evolved here. It's pretty nice. Also, I hate commuting.” she says.
“Those are all solid points.” I say. “I guess I’ll have to bring Earth with me when I go.”
“And the sun and the moon?” she asks.
“Sure. We'll take the whole solar system. We'll just wrap it in a supercomputer and take it on a gravel run through the multiverse.” I say.
“Yay!” Candy hugs me.
An imposingly handsome man enters the club.
“Who’s that?” Candy asks.
“That’s ours.”
“Really?”
“What’s mine is yours, baby.”
“Damn.”
I wave Agent Happy over. He saunters over and greets me with awkward cheerfulness.
“Hi Megacles.” He waves at me, even though I'm like a foot away. “Hello Lodestone.”
“Excuse me?” says Candy.
“Uhh, sorry.” He says. “Hello, you must be Candy.”
I'm enjoying his nervousness. He's adorable. But, I love him and I'm not cruel. I slide him a Friday, and pull out a seat for him. When he sits, I give him a big kiss. Relax buddy, it's safe here.
We give him a few more drinks, and he catches up to our idiocy. I offer the tour of the club, and we all head to Candy's office. She strips and drops to all fours. Her bum wiggles hypnotically.
“I think she likes you.” I loudly whisper to Agent Happy. Candy giggles.
“Better hop on before I do.” I say.
He strips and dives in. I smoke and watch. They're lovely. I let them play for a while, then I weasel my way in. A girl can only stand so much foreplay.
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A man is standing in a red room.
To his left is a bookshelf, which contains every single book that was ever created.
To his right is a long table with a board on it.
On the board are hundreds of dolls.
All the dolls are spread out.
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A ball of flesh-colored clay.
A blond Polly pocket
A cartoon devil figurine
And a small rag doll with male and female clothes.
The man moves the dolls forward a bit away from the castle with a rose stuck on top of it.
In the castle, itself there is another Polly pocket this one has brown hair and big round glasses that are too big for it.
He then places a black bag in the middle of the board.
And just because he couldn't help himself, he pushes the Clay ball down with his thumb.
It's now a pancake.
The man then walks out of the red room into a red hallway.
As he walks, to his right are stands, some of them hold artifacts, some have jewels and other valuables.
To his left are paintings, some are of really important people in history, and some are people history forgot.
As he walks he passes by a mirror, the man stops to look at himself.
The man is wearing a red suit, red bowtie, black shirt, and black gloves.
The man is tall and his shoulders are broad.
Disappointingly you can't see his face, it's hidden behind a black veil.
The man straightens his bowtie and tightens it, he needs to always look his best.
He makes his way to another red room.
This one has a desk with what looks to be a Commodore 64
It's connected to a monitor and next to it are some floppy disks.
Some of them are programs but most of them are games.
some of the games are: pitfall, Ultima IV, The Bard's Tale, California Games, and the greatest game of all time fantasy world dizzy!
He turns on the Commodore 64.
The screen turns on, the man is greeted by the blue boot screen.
The man then starts typing in some codes using the keyboard.
He is taken to the color code screen.
He changes the color of the text from white to red.
The man picks up one of the floppy disks and inserts into the slot.
The screen flashes with many colors for a couple of seconds.
The man types some more code before the program finally starts working.
After waiting for a minute the screen turns white.
The man starts to type.
I would like to ask you a question.
Sager
Fuck off
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Have you ever had a bad day?
Or maybe even a bad week??
Try having a bad year.
Where everything just seems to go wrong.
Every single one of your plans is ruined.
And your world seems to be crashing down.
That is Duke Lonesun's current reality.
In a day of supposed festivity, Divine King's day.
The Divine King's birthday.
The Duke instead of celebrating as he usually would with giant parties and extravagant balls.
Is instead sitting in his secret room clutching what's left of his hair.
He swigs an entire bottle of vodka.
The alcohol burns his throat but the buzz kicks instantly.
It makes his nerves go down just a little bit.
He wonders how things went so wrong.....
Maybe it was when he married that bitch of a Duchess instead of the man he loved.
Or maybe when he kept his firstborn even when he found out it was a girl.
Maybe it was because he never paid any attention to her and let her do whatever she wanted.
No, when he thought about it, the real problems started when he hired that guard for her.....
He thinks about all the things he'd do if he could get his hands on them.
The Duke sighs.....it doesn't matter anymore.
She's dead, not that he cares, he never did.
But still, the man was still human, deep down no matter how much he denies it.
His child is dead, leaving a hole that will never be filled.
The Duke looks at the phone on his desk.
He considers calling Red Mask again.
He quickly stops thinking about that....
They stopped returning his calls a long time ago.
At first, he was mad enough to declare war on Red Mask.
But now that he's calmed down he realized that was idiotic.
Not only would he be crushed but.......it wasn't Red Mask's fault.
The only thing he asked was for the item to be made not to be protected.
He can hear Red Mask chuckling in his head.
""should have read the fine print dumbass!!""(Red Mask)
The Duke does the only thing he can.
He prays.
He kneels in front of an altar.
The altar is covered in offerings.
In the middle is a portrait.
It's of a silver-haired 80-year-old king.
The Duke starts to pray.
"oh, King of divine, King of mind, King of time, please light my way through the darkness, and show me the path to salvation.....amen"(Duke Lonesun)
The Duke gets up, feeling better.
He stares at the papers at his desk.
He's been putting it off for long enough......
He picks one of them up.
"That princess won't let up will she....oh Divine King when will this civil war end"(Duke Lonesun)
The Vrineral Kingdom has been without a proper ruler for almost 50 years now.
The Divine King's death was so sudden that no one knew what to do.
His rule brought the Vrineral Kingdom to heights unimaginable.
The kingdom is so large you can't cross the rest of the continent without going through it.
His rule was so great some thought it was blasphemous for anyone to even think about finding a new ruler.
The King had many children who all fought for the right to rule.
Some of them even died and entrusted their will to their children.
Now most of them are dead.
The only two left are the king's first son and the daughter of the king's second son.
The Duke is in support of the first son.
He's by far the closest to the Divine king even if he doesn't have his gift.
The second son had a gift similar to the Divine king but nowhere near as powerful.
It's not known if his daughter inherited the gift or not.
Things have gotten so bad people started to reminisce.
They started treating the Divine King as a god.
The Duke used this as political leverage at first.
But now......he can't help but believe that.....
The Divine King was the closest thing the Duke has ever seen to a god....
Memories start to flood into his mind of the king.
The Duke closes his eyes for a minute.
It's not the time for this.
The Duke thinks about his next course of action.
His plan of making his newborn son a near-perfect clone of the Divine King and making him the true heir with the deed he stole is no longer viable.
The potion and the deed are gone.
The Duke thinks for a long time.
There are many powers in the world willing to give him help for favors.
One of them is the cult of outliers.
They contacted him and he said he'd think about it.
He can't trust them as far as he can throw them.
With their help, he would be victorious.
Heck, he could even use their power to take the throne for himself.
But that's too risky.
The outliers tend to keep their agreements.
But after that?
They could crush him and take over the kingdom.
They've done this many times.
Especially since the cult...........disagrees with the kingdom's ways
He could get Red Mask's help again.......but he couldn't afford it......literally.
His great great great great grandchildren would be still in debt...
The Duke rubs his temples.
If he can't get a group to help him....
Maybe he can get a single person.......
Loam was home to some very powerful people.
Individuals who can take on armies by themselves.....
If he could hire some of them........
The Duke opens his drawer and takes out the lastest Red Mask catalog.
He immediately finds the Red Danger list.
It lists the most powerful people in the world.
It even categorizes them by strength or magic power or how many people they have under them.
The duke goes to the all-time list.
The top ten are the same as always.
With the First still being the high subjugator.
The Duke shudders when he thinks about that monster.
He quickly goes down he can't afford anyone in the top 40.
"hmmm......Rowan Tan the assassin...hmm I don't need an assassin.....Boneclaw the Killer......nah he lives to far away........Alchemist Bob.....no he's wanted in almost every country...........hm?"(Duke Lonesun)
The Duke's eyes lock on a name he's never seen before.
He doesn't even know if he can pronounce it...
"....k....kth....Kthanid the monstrous?" (Duke Lonesun)
Sager
The plot thickens!
If you hadn't already, leave a command on the last chapter!
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[Draconian City – Third Zone of Hell Difficulty]
A round table surrounded by four people deep within the underground palace. The four draconian were fiercely arguing with one another, debating a topic as though their lives depended on it.
It had been two days since Tobias arrived in the Draconian place. The draconian maids had provided him with standard room upon Stanley's request, however… immediately upon seeing him they all noticed his peculiarity.
Tobias' basilisk bloodline.
This was exactly the topic they had called a meeting about and why they were arguing.
More precisely, they worried about their accidental transgression against him.
By assigning a lower-class room to someone with such a top-tier bloodline, it was not merely a personal insult. It was considered an insult to the entire ethnic group behind him. It was only after Stanley introduced him to the room that they saw him, and swiftly realized their mistake.
Although they didn't know his exact bloodline because of his humanoid appearance, any monster would be able to feel the power and purity of his bloodline.
They never would've dared to provided him such a low-class room had they met him beforehand!
“A top-grade bloodline! You do know what that means?” A red-scaled draconian with glasses shouted at the others.
“Quiet! None of us are stupid.” The shorter, dark-red draconian responded with a cold voice, “The only question is what we should do about it. We cannot afford to offend him, yet we’ve done exactly that. ”
A green-scaled draconian suggested, “The princess is of marrying age.”
A dark-blue scaled draconian, who was the father of the princess and King immediately refused that idea. “Absolutely not. Do you think we can handle the political backlash? His ethnic group would kill us.”
After hearing the King's refusal, the group chose to temporarily stop that line of thought.
“So what should we do about him? We cannot keep him here.” The taller red draconian stated with anger.
Slamming his fist onto the table, the shorter red-draconian expressed his agreement. “We need to get rid of him as soon as possible. He’s a ticking-time bomb. When his anger is released, we cannot handle the consequences.”
The green-scaled draconian pointed at him furiously, “And how do you want to do that? Driving him out? Are you a moron?! That would only make it worse.”
“So what should we do? Huh?! Unless you have a better idea, shut up.” Retorted the shorter draconian.
“We could contact them…” The King suggested.
One of them replied with an unsteady tone. “The ancestors? That’s… risky.”
Clearly, they weren't a fan of the idea. In fact, everyone around the table was hesitant.
Their ancestors, in this situation, they were referred their dragon ancestors who weren't exactly known for being kind. Especially to mix-bloods. While they might help them overcome this crisis, they would certainly have to pay a price for it regardless of success.
The shorter draconian finally expressed his agreement of that plan. “Better than waiting around. A top-tier bloodline, if he lives…”
“Quiet.” The King demanded, “His survival none of our concern. What we need to worry about is how to defuse the current situation. With lower-class quarters. We've certainly offended him.”
“A unpredictable miscalculation. Stanley appears to have many powerful friends.” The green-scaled dragon noted, “According to the maid, upon seeing the room. He said the room exceeded his expectations…”
The green-scaled dragon repeated tried to comfort himself and inform everyone as to the situation. “Maybe he's simply open-minded, he might not be offended.”
The dark-red draconian doubtfully stated, “With his status? Satisfied with one of those crappy rooms in the lower quarters?”
“In other words, it was certainly a thinly veiled threat…” The shorter red draconian sighed in annoyance.
“Our only choice is to contact the ancestors for advice. In the meantime, we’ll send over gifts of reparation and slightly hint that the princess is at marrying age. If he initiates the proceedings the his ethnic group cannot say anything.” The green-scaled draconian stated with authority.
“The princess would never accept marriage, and with her temper? It’s better to never let them meet. What if she offends him?” The King protested on behalf of his daughter.
Who would want to marry their daughter to a random stranger? While his daughter was a trouble marker, the King definitely didn’t want to utilize her for such a political purpose. Especially when the likelihood of anything good coming from it was almost zero. The man’s ethnic group would never allow a foreign race to be with such a high-tier individual permanently.
“We don’t have a choice. Find a way to keep her polite. Do you think we actually want your daughter to marry such a person?” Grumbled the dark-red draconian with a tone of regret.
Grinding his teeth, the King reluctantly agreed. “Fine.”
The green-scaled draconian asked, “All in favor of the previously proposed plan of action?”
“Aye.” Everyone made sounds of affirmation and agreement.
The King glanced up at the ceiling with regret, “I hope this isn’t a mistake.”
[Dragon Territory – Council of Dragons; A short while later…]
Inside a massive cave with red drops of lava dripping from the ceiling. The lava formed small pools on the group and lit up the surrounding cave. Illuminated in the lava light were several dragons of varying sizes.
Slowly a young, green-scale dragon entered into the cave. The young dragon was no larger than ten feet and his green scales had a sleek and smoothness to them.
Most of the dragons in the cave were lazing about completely unconcerned with the entrance of the young dragon.
“There’s a communication from the draconian colony in the Kerisa system. A situation has occurred.” The small, young green-scale dragon reported.
An extremely large, grey dragon with a dull scales that were torn in several places and a permanently nasty frown snarled out. “Those pathetic half-breeds dare to demand help?!”
“Quiet down, Gromrit.” A red-scaled dragon thirty feet long, with a more youthful appearance about him quietly asked . “Explain the situation.”
“A monster with top-tier bloodline has been discovered.” The small green dragon respectfully reported.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly dropped several degrees. Dragons throughout the cave who had previous ignored the young dragon appearance suddenly glanced in his direction.
A dark-azure scaled dragon got up from the crowd of lazy dragons and inquired from the young one, her voice clearly female, “What species?”
“Unknown. The monster has taken a humanoid form.” The young green dragon cautiously reported.
None of the dragons in the surroundings were happy to hear that information. Each expressing their dissatisfaction in their own way.
Gromrit, the dull-grey dragon broke the silence and snorted aloud. “Useless half-breeds.”
While none of the surrounding dragons directly spoke, all implicitly agreed with the sentiment. The appearance of a top-level bloodline would shake the entire foundation of the political landscape. An ethnic group without a top-level bloodline individual and one containing an individual with a top-level bloodline were two completely different concepts.
The most critical information in this matter, in addition to the existence of a top-level bloodline, was the species of the monster. It would change how they reacted to the ethnic group of the species in the future and determined whether they could afford to hunt down and kill the monster in the cradle.
“Demand they find out the species.” The youthful red-scaled dragon told the green dragon.
“No, half-breeds cannot be trusted with this task.” The female dark-azure dragon interrupted the order. “Gromrit has free time. He will head to the Kerisa system, personally confirming the existence of this top-bloodline monster and their species of origin.”
“What?! No! Absolutely not!” Gromrit crawled upward and breathed fire toward the azure dragon, furious at her recommendation for him to complete this task. “Are you trying to offend me, Freda?”
Only lower, unwanted dragons would be sent out on tasks to be forced out of the colony. Assigning this task to him was an unimaginable insult. Essentially, by sending him out, she was marking him as useless to the colony.
Even if he successfully completed the task, Gromrit would be looked down upon after returning. If he failed, a greater shame would await him.
How could he accept such an outcome? He had spent an eternity to reach his current social status. Lazing around in the council room was a privileged job in the colony and could only be done with enough reputation and social status.
Regardless of failure or success, his spot on the council would be gone upon his return.
Several of dragons in the council room glanced toward him with goading eyes. With his arrogant and dismissive personality, he had offended a number of dragons in the past and had few allies.
The rest of the dragons tactfully ignored his outburst. None of them spoke up in agreement or disagreement. If they spoke in agreement of the plan, they would be forming a permanent grudge with Gromrit. Something unnecessary and not worth the consequences.
Meanwhile, should his few allies choose to speak for Gromrit in disagreement of the task, they would offend the female azure-scaled dragon. Freda was a young, beautiful female dragon without a mate. Any number of powerful suitors would gladly beat them to death for simply offending her in hopes of attracting her attention.
In fact, if had anybody known Gromrit had offended her beforehand. Countless suitors would’ve already lined up to challenge him.
Nobody was stupid enough to jump into the line of fire for him.
“This task is too important to assign to the youngsters. It’s best for someone with the councils authority to manage negotiations.” Freda, the female dark-azure dragon explained. “So… unless you have a better recommendation.”
Recommending another council member was akin to completely offending them. Each had their own background and allies that he couldn’t risk offending at the same time as her. Combined a single vote for himself already being cast from Freda’s initial recommendation, there was no chance of throwing the pot to another council member besides her.
Gromrit growled out, “You do it.”
Hate and fury shone through Gromrit’s eyes.
“Don’t even try it.”
“Not happening.”
Growled out nearby dragons in protest jumping to Freda’s aid before she could even respond personally. Heading out of the colony contained risks, although the risks weren’t particularly large and close to almost zero. Risks certainly existed.
While, it was very difficult to cause problems for dragons of their level. That had never changed the tradition of keeping valuable and powerful dragons close to the main territory.
Freda had a far deep background, combined with her own personal charm, she had far more political influence than Gromrit.
She simply wasn’t someone that could be sent on a task.
Releasing a puff of flames, Gromrit glared at her a silently swore to get vengeance. “Fine, I’ll deal with the top-tier bloodline myself.”
Storming out of the cave, the dragons returned to their lazy sleeping positions. As far as they were concerned, the problem had been resolved. Gromrit would deal with the individual if they were from an enemy species, and if the individual wasn't from an enemy species he'd have accomplished the goal of discovering the individual's species.
Regardless of whether the individual lived or not, the problem of their existence was effectively solved.
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"Please take care little brother!~ ♡"
Lord Amae embraced me, her entire body pressing onto mine tighter than usual. Likewise, her pair of majestic-feathery wings wrapped around me like a blanket. This ineffable and comfortable sensation. Ah, a sweet scent called home filled my heart warmly.
But why do I feel so uneasy?
Despite everything, a tinge of worry lingered deep insight.
What am I scared about?
The upcoming battle at Z Mountain? The High Elves? An all-out battle that could lead to death... death of my loved one?
Sensing my inner emotions, Lord Amae patted my head. In consistent and gentle strokes, even ruffling my hair with her fingers as if saying why are you even worried. Like always, her "big-sister intuition" was on point. I could never hide anything from her.
"Please be okay," I glanced up, despite knowing how strong she was. "Promise me you will be okay."
"Promise," A reassuring smile bloomed on her face. "I shall be back before you know it."
"And I'll make your favorite noodles once you are back."
"Ara~ More motivation to finish the Campaign by tomorrow's dawn."
"I-If it helps, I-I'll even give you a special dessert at night," I averted gaze and felt my cheeks grew warm.
She widened her eyes, understanding the tacit meaning and captivated by my little reward. The smile on Amae's face remained. No, it had grown wider.
"You proposed such tempting offers. Little brother, are you not a diplomat before you reincarnated into my world?"
The two of us giggled, enjoying the last minute of our intimate moment.
"Big sister."
I paused and stared into her mesmerizing golden-eyes. Bringing my thumbs up to her face, a grin replaced my worried expression.
"Fight hard!"
"I certainly will," fervor grew inside the depth of her eyes as she announced with an ironclad will. "Because all I want is to be with you."
With an elegant snap of the finger, a full panoply of armor materialized across her body, replacing her nightgown. From the nape of her neck down to the toes, particles of warm lights formed together into a beaming whole. Seconds later, the shape-shifting fluid turned concrete.
The power of magic.
My eyes still can't believe it.
Each equipment varied uniquely, appearing potent and majestically-defined. While they resembled Legendary relics, all of its entirety was white.
Suited plate armor glowing in faint runic symbols. Chained skirt woven by the finest metal and gemstones. Floating ribbons wrapped continuously around her arms. Sexy knee-high boots. Symbol of the Fallen worn in the form of a regal crown, proudly displaying behind her head.
Pure-white. Angel-white. Pristine-white.
Paired with flowing black hair and majestic black wings.
Fallen Angel perfectly described my big sister.
The Supreme Leader clad in a suit of full white plated armor radiated an aura of exalted might. If I was an enemy, I would definitely be frightened. Shit in my pants and lose all morale before the battle even start.
The white-black trimmed cape behind her fluttered to her graceful movement as she extended her fingers before me like a knight in shining armor. I merely took it out of instinct. My heart pounded. With a gentle kiss placed on the top of my hand, Amae smiled warmly.
"I shall be off."
"I-I will be waiting."
Turning on her heels, the cape fluttered again. She gradually vanished out of the doorstep, leaving me breathless.
I sat back on the bed and beamed, feeling like a househusband watching his wife off to work.
"Good luck, big sister!"
♦ ♦ ♦
Ahri's fox ears wiggled, stopping in the midst of our chess session. I tilted my head and noticed the strange look on her face. She closed her eyes for several seconds before opening them again, this time with a keen edge.
"Kaze, Chikyu, Mori, Kukan," Ahri ordered the four fox girls standing by our side in a commanding voice. "You hear that?"
Wiggling their ears as well, her vassals widened their eyes for a moment and nodded.
"Do what needs to be done."
"Your wish is our command, Priestess."
As the four fox maids swiftly bowed to their master and left, uneasy tension filled the air.
What needs to be done?
"Play along."
"What?"
"Ahri, can you tell—"
Instantly, the Priestess placed her index finger on my lips. Suddenly placing her paws at the back of my head, Ahri cradled me into her breast.
I was bombarded by the twin peaks of fat.
"What?!" I cried out and struggled.
"Silence."
The crude tone indicated an anomaly. And that was when I heard footsteps behind us. Unfamiliar footsteps and foreign chatters.
"We have visitors."
Before I could respond, I was treated with a face full of breasts again.
♦ ♦ ♦
Ahri transformed into a golden statue, remaining completely frozen in her motion. I watched in absolute shock, trying to understand the severity of the situation. A couple of seconds ago, the Priestess was breathing but she pushed me to the corner as a blinding light immersed our vision.
"To think the famed Priestess was fooling around with a human slave," a female Elve wielding a crystal bow walked inside and shook her head. "What blasphemy."
Two more walked in. Both males Elves, wearing lavishing trimmed robes that indicated prestige and experience.
"Zhonya success!"
"No counterspells. Ah, I was expecting a fight."
Finally, a female Elve with golden-hair stepped inside and wore a confident smile. One of her eyes, radiating a cool emerald-glow, was visible as the other was covered with an eyepatch. I knew she was the leader of their group based on her attitude.
"Oh my, a human?" she instantly stared in my direction.
"Yes, Captain."
Her lips curled mysteriously into a grin, sending danger signals to my entire body.
"Karlice, you have a companion."
My heart pounded as soon as our eyes met.
Behind her was a young brunette in her early twenties, wearing dirty rags for an outfit and a steel collar chained around her neck. She stared at me and nodded wordlessly.
This is the first time I have seen a human...
Is she from the other world...?
"Careful Junna."
"You never know what tricks humans will use."
The Elve Leader paid no regard to their heeds and moved closer. She took my hand and examined carefully.
"Not crude and brutish at all."
I tried to pull back but she had an overpowering grip.
"What elegant fingers, even better than a nobility. Truly, a lucky find out of the millions."
What is this pervert trying to do?
Does she have some sort of hand fetish?
She circled around me like a vulture and sniffed the air.
"How enigmatic. This aroma is familiar yet so distinctive than other humans."
Junna tilted her head in contemplation.
Is this how humans are treated in this world?
Like specimen and animals?
I felt a warm and wet sensation on my cheek.
Yelping, I fell onto my butt and realized Junna licked my face. I watched in horror as she stood motionless for a second.
"W-wonderful!"
She announced in a passionate tone, completely different from earlier.
Junna's knees and arms trembled as she finally collapsed on the carpet, panting heavily. The expression on her face indicated an absolute joy. I was unsure if I should be glad or disgusted, having been tasted like a sample of ice cream.
"Captain!"
"What happened?!"
"Captain has gone insane from another human again."
"Poison? Paralysis? Mind-break?"
"Mana detection is null."
"I shall stop him!"
Instantly, the female Elve raised her bow cautiously. A bolt of light appeared. Her eyes had a keen, veteran precision and I knew she had killed in the past.
FUCK.
FUCK.
AM I GOING TO DIE?!
BIG SISTER.
Luckily, the crazy Elve Leader slammed her brethren to the side using her fist. She flew across and crashed into a wardrobe. Junna narrowed her eyes and raised her chin like a superior.
"Huh? Are you a fucking fool?"
"Gah..."
"Is something wrong with that brain of yours?"
She reprimanded as if the archer had made the biggest mistake of her life. The treatment was different from how Amae addressed her vassals.
"This human here," Junna pulled me by the hand and grinned sadistically. She placed her arms around my shoulder and announced: "He's the one I've been searching for."
I widened my eyes as she ordered in a commanding tone.
"Status report."
"We have taken over the Fallen encampment. Ahri, two Priestesses along with seventy-seven monsters are held as hostages."
"Excellent."
Junna laughed insanely, striking fear in my heart and soul.
"Kill the irrelevants. Leave the Priestesses and Officers alive. But the human is mine."
"Yes, Captain."
I watched as Junna's subordinates left the tent swiftly, leaving me alone with her and the other human. The Elve leaned closer. Her emerald-eye gleamed like derangement as she wafted her warm breath onto my neck repeatedly.
"What shall I do with you, my dear human?"
Big sister... please save me.
Amae
『 Amae (08/02/19): Uh oh. 』
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"Little brother, you're finally awake! Good meow-ning~ ♡"
I woke up to find a catgirl, lying on the luxurious silken bed in front of me.
"Meow-ning?" I asked, still feeling disoriented from the constant, soft nyans during my sleep last night.
"Meow-ning!"
The playful voice confidently restated her words.
As my eyes adjusted to the voluptuous figure in front of me, the nekomimi wore a wide grin across her cheeks. She wore an alluring yet familiar gown, which contrasted her toned body beautifully. The curled horns above her forehead had magically transformed into a pair of fluffy cat ears. They wiggled, as if tempting me to pet them with love and care.
"Amae?"
"Nyan nyan!" She pawed at me in an adorable manner. "I thought I would become a catgirl and experience its lifestyle for the day."
The long, black cat tail behind her butt wiggled like a happy puppy. Despite the feline transformation, I could still see the signature black feathery wing behind her waist, which sprouted majestically. That aspect of the demon lord physique had retained its original form.
"Am I dreaming?"
"Ara~ you still feeling sleepy? ♡"
"Are you really my big sister?"
Using the tip of her index finger, Amae traced a sinuous path from my chest down to the crotch region, sending pleasurable thrills and memories on our past sexual experiences. This sensation was unbelievable.
"What do you think, little brother? Why wouldn't meow be?"
That feels so good.
She's teasing me again.
I stared blankly at Amae as she turned around with her butt in the air, presenting me with a delicious view of her crotch. My eyes caught a quick glimpse of her black panties before her gown covered it. Sticking out her tongue adorably, she turned her head around and purred:
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"Little brother, I am obsessed~ ♡"
"With what?"
My cute little boy tilted his head adorably, glancing towards me while chopping fresh green onions. The blank expression on his face indicated a youthful innocence.
"Sex."
He widened his eyes and stopped midway as I laughed amusingly to myself. The perfect way to start a day was to tease my little brother. Savoring his delicious expression, I nodded approvingly before patting him on the head.
"B-big sister! W-what are you saying?"
I tilted my head, always amused by his flustered look.
"I am obsessed with having sex with you," I answered with a nod. "What a naughty boy. Would you like for me to repeat it again?"
"Aaaaaaaaaa."
He averted his gaze and focused on his cooking. But it was obvious his movements were less fluid and graceful, reducing his ability down to a novice chef.
Little brother was the pride and joy of my life. He was a good boy — obedient, reserved, somewhat shy and above all, the perfect height for me to hug. When I embrace him, his head would fit perfectly in the crevice of my breasts. When we sleep, he was the perfect body pillow.
It truly seemed like we were meant to be.
"Ara ara, what a shy expression you have."
"Big sister... I am trying to make food."
"Please continue."
"I can't if you stare at me like that..."
"Indeed, that is troubling."
"W-would you like to wait in the dining hall?"
I smiled and realized I may have gone too far. Understanding he needed precision and concentration in his cooking, I nodded and pecked him on the cheek. It blushed at the instant contact of my lips.
"Very well, I shall meet you after I attend to my morning duties."
"See you later, big sister."
As I stepped outside, a row of feline maids greeted me, executing respectful bows in unison. Contrary to the fond casualness, the atmosphere became professional. I continued my stride as they trailed behind me.
"Lord Amae, here is today's itinerary."
"Good work."
"Lord Amae, the latest Campaign updates are in the reports. It will need your signature."
"Signed."
"Lord Amae, conference with the Commanders and Guardians are ready. Will need your confirmation."
"Confirmed."
I nodded and attended to my daily routine. It should be about twenty minutes before little brother finishes.
Ah~ I can't wait for little brother's delicious meal.
♦ ♦ ♦
"Big sister, how was breakfast?"
He always checked-in after a hearty meal. As a chef, he was checking if the meal was suitable for my taste. As a little brother, he was showing concern for my well-being. As a human, he was simply so caring and kind.
Ah, how lucky am I to have someone like him in my life. Such a good little boy.
"What's for dessert?"
"Ah, I didn't make any," he scratched his head sheepishly. "Typically, breakfasts don't include desserts."
My lips curled into a smug grin. It was time to bring my naughty idea to light.
"But we do have dessert!"
"Where?"
I stood up and placed my feet on his crotch and wiggled my toes. He yelped adorably but made no movement to stop me.
"B-big sister!"
"There's plenty over there," I smiled innocently and continued to press the soles of my feet downward. Arching his back in slight pleasure, he let out another moan.
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"Little brother, we're going to have some fun tonight~ ♡"
The mighty demon lord, Amae, cornered me with a mischevious smile. My heart rate accelerated rapidly. Her facial expression indicated that of a dominant leader, wanting me to completely obey her every command. This was her true nature.
How did this happen...?!
Two hours earlier, on the glass table in the Main Hall were various bottles and kegs of the finest alcohol. Those were the spoils of their latest victory. Sure enough, a grand festival ensued. And sure enough, all the monsters including me were celebrating like a bunch of wild animals.
Of course, I knew my big sister's tolerance for alcohol. And of course, I knew what would happen once she was drunk. I remembered our trip back to the Castle of 喵. In stark contrast to her confident and all-powerful gravitas, she was utterly weak after a few sips.
Now holding onto a drunk and rosy-cheeked big sister by the shoulders, I gradually brought her inside our chamber. I noticed the disheveled military outfit that revealed a tinge of cleavage. Her panting was soft as her chest moved according to her breathing.
"We're here."
And that was what happened as soon she shut the double door with her majestic wings. Those words of Little brother, we're going to have some fun tonight~ seeped out of her mouth as if a new burst of energy entered her.
Was she pretending to be asleep?
"W-what are you going to do?" I let out a yelp, sounding more like a prey about to be consumed.
"You remember our elixir extraction?"
My eyes widened at those naughty memories — specifically when we did it for our first time.
"It's time for another round~"
Without hearing my reply, she cradled me and headed for bed. My heart thumped, like a newlywed about to fulfill our sexual vows. A mischevious smile bloomed on Amae's face as she looked down and admired my expression.
"Is that okay?"
I averted gaze.
"I suppose we can."
"Little brother, I can't wait any longer. I've been holding myself back since last week. During campaigning, my mind can't stop thinking about various ways to extract the white liquid. That bitter taste. The taste of your essence. I want more~"
Amae could hardly contain her explosive excitement as she gently laid me down. Hearing her authentic self, it was only right for me to reciprocate those feeling back.
"Alright," I said shyly, "B-but please be gentle, it's my first time."
Amae quirked up the corner of her mouth in a knowing smile. The alcohol seemed to help reveal our inner authentic self to each other.
"Me too~ Let's have our first time together."
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Chapter song:
Memory Distorted
The sound of something hitting outside reverberates through the dark room. A door opened briefly then closes as a man steps inside. He walks up to the only desk and chair and feels for the on switch on the computer, like the many times he had done before. A small monitor intermittently flickers on when he presses the button. A constant scramble of computer jargon slowly scrolled by as it booted. The low hum of electricity from the screen always gave him a headache, it was much louder than what others would think.
He squinted hard to make sure he could see the small worn label of the button named “REC”. Once he pressed the button a sign behind him lit up in a bright red with the words “Room in Use”.
The room was plastered in red from the signs light, contrary to the sky blue paint that covered the walls. The only door that linked the room to the outside hallway, had a faded brown and red stain on it. Although it taunted him every time he was here, he tried his best to ignore it, and with it the cause of why it was there.
With a sigh and scratch to his wild beard, he promptly sat down in the worn out chair in front of the table. A silver outstretched microphone was centimeters away from touching his lips. The man sat in silence for a moment, staring at the flickering screen, watching the “Time Elapsed” text, tick forward. It soon went past 3 minutes, then 6, then 12.
It felt like time wasn’t as precious as before.
Finally, he cleared his throat, coughed a bit into his hand, then sighed once more.
With a deep inhale and a slow breath out, he tried to present the words stuck behind in his throat.
“I'm sure you all have been waiting. If anyone even sees this. But... I admit it... I...” He chokes on his words and pushed back from the desk. “Ah hell, why do I even do this.”
He stood up quickly, but a quick pain shot through his head. Enough for him to change his mind, he plopped back down into his chair. A loud metal bang reverberated through the room as he slammed a fist on the table.
“DAMMIT! I did want to kill myself! Just like all the others did! There, I fucking said it! I'm no hero. Not even in the slightest! I'm weak! But the voice... That sweet melodic voice keeps whispering in my head. Telling me things. Constantly leading me around this damned metal bucket. Always telling me that They need me... The voice doesn't stop there. It shows me these damn visions and signs of what's going on below. While I sit up here, helplessly. Those images kept me going though. I thought I could be useful in some way. Someone needed me. They Needed me. Even while I endlessly drift out here. I can't see them though, but they can't see me either. Still... We can connect somehow.”
When a slight migraine brought waves of pain to his head, he tried to vigorously rub the pain away.
“Every single damn time… The voice, I'm not sure if it has some kind of gender, sex or some kind of weird alien hocus pocus that make it sound so… Beautiful. What I am sure of though, is that this is some kind of game for them, or, some kind of—”
The sound of an alarm rang outside the door behind him. An orange text with the words ‘Low Power’ flashed while it scrolled around the top edges of the room.
Another sigh escaped his mouth. “I could have sworn I fixed those damn solar chargers... I guess I've got another pain in the ass to deal with.” He pressed the button labeled ‘save’, turned off the monitor and stood up from his chair. He grabbed a white dirt stained coat off of the floor and walked over to the door, gripping its cold handle. When he looked back at the monitor briefly, his reflection was all he saw. Brown hair with traces of gray and tired green eyes.
“I'm getting too old for this... When will it end?”
[Author: Enjoy the journey.]
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“Young man, do you understand me now?” The elderly fairy speaks again. His words are clearly in English now.
The eyes of Markus open wide, and he scoots himself backwards a few inches. He tries to process what happened, and gathers his thoughts, before looking back to the old fairy.
“Ya... I can understand you.” Markus finally says back.
The old fairy flashes another smile, and then turns around to give a thumbs up to the other entourage fairies that have been waiting. A murmur of voices come from the group as they start talking among themselves. He turns back to Markus as the other elderly fairies take off in different directions.
“Good. I'm glad the translation magic still works well.” The old fairy says back to Markus. “My name is Jonathan. I'm a member of this town's governing council” Jonathan continues in fluent English.
Markus stays silent as he listens to Jonathan speak. His head is spinning in all directions about the current situation. How was it possible to suddenly understand him? Was it real magic he saw? Countless questions keep popping into his head.
“No need to be quiet.” Jonathan speaks again. “The translation magic used on you works both ways.” He then taps a finger to his head and continues saying “That spell I used on you has tricked your brain. A little painful at the start, but the benefits are worth it.”
“Wait. Wait. What do you mean?” Markus asks Jonathan with a concerned look.
“It's simple. Your head is now filled with the language of this land. If I remember right, your world calls it Latin. You can speak it and understand it just as well as your own native English.” Jonathan says, but then points a finger upward. “However, it's only temporary. It'll only last until you sleep, then you must reuse the spell again when you awake.”
Markus can't believe what he is hearing. Could such a thing be possible? Latin? More ideas flood his mind about magic.
Jonathan continues speaking. “Just imagine the spell as a trick of the mind. Everything I say will come out as your native language. Whenever you speak, I'm hearing it in ours. Do you understand?”
The explanation makes sense to Markus, but it's a matter of actually believing it. He nods his head and replies “Ya, sounds simple enough.”
“Good. So what's your name?” Jonathan ask Markus.
“My name is Markus Winters. I passed through a strange portal yesterday in a nearby cave. I'm just trying to get back home now.” Markus says in a dejected tone.
“Ah, I know that cave. It used to be a small mining outpost for the Dwarven folks of these lands.” Jonathan quickly replies to Markus.
Dwarfs? That word catches Markus' attention. He immediately thinks about the short mythical warriors from games and movies he's seen all his life.
“Tell me, are you from a country called America?” A surprising question is then asked from Jonathan.
Markus' train of thought breaks when he hears the question. He replies “Ya, I'm from there. Why are ya asking?”
“Ah... good to hear Edward's country is still around. When I was a young man myself, another one of your countrymen went through the same portal you did. He helped our town and people. I spent a long time chatting with him about your world.” Jonathan says as he reminisces about his old friend.
“Others have been here before!? How'd they get back?” Markus speaks excitedly about the new information.
The old fairy simply shakes his head, and says “I'm sorry, but I don't know what happened to him. He stayed with us for a time, but also wanted to return home. We guided him to a nearby human settlement as a starting point.” Jonathan starts showing a small frown as he speaks. “He never came back to us. Humans from your world have arrived on ours since mankind has existed, but I'm not aware anyone has ever returned.”
Markus' excitement quickly vanishes after listening to Jonathan. Even more worrying, he heard the phrase “your world” spoken several times. Was he really in another world? It was too wild to believe, yet everything seen so far tells him it's true. Markus was now trying his best to hide the increasing nervousness he felt within himself.
“Well... enough talking for now. The food has arrived.” Jonathan says as he points behind Markus.
Turning around, Markus sees several fairies dropping off bags unto one of the wooden tables behind him. He now feels the hunger that's been repressed due to all the events of the morning. Any sort of food would be welcomed gift at this point. Markus stands up, and gets ready to head over toward the table.
“Oh, and one more thing Mr. Winters.” Jonathan says, forcing Markus to turn his head back to the old fairy. “Thank you for last night. We appreciate it, and I want to welcome you to the town of Little Creek.”
With those words, Jonathan turns around and flies away in the opposite direction. Markus is left standing alone as he watches the old fairy leave. An unpleasant feeling begins to emerge. Somehow, he knew a long journey was just ahead.
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The door slams open as Markus and the fae rush into the hallway from their room. Everyone quickly heads over to the nearby stairwell on the right. As Markus begins taking a step down, yelling rises up from the lobby. He immediately pulls his foot back, looking down over the banister rail. Only the L-shape stairs can be seen winding down to the floors below.
“Get outta my building ya bastards!” Phil yells from the lobby. Arguing with Crimson members no doubt. “I saw what you did!”
Another man's voice cuts in “Tell us where he is! We don't have time to bust every door!”
“Goddammit! Too late... We need another way out.” Markus says to the fae. He moves away from the stairs, back tracking down the hallway with Eclair and Aurora following closely.
Running down the hall, the group makes a sharp right turn. Markus immediately sees a large window at the end of the path, sprinting faster to reach it. The window has a console table and chair placed in front for decoration. Markus kicks them aside as his hands begin pushing up against the window. It's locked tight.
Thinking fast, Markus grabs the war hammer from his waist. He swings the hammer backwards and smashes the window with a powerful blow at its center. A crashing sound echos through the hallway as shards of glass dance in the air. The window is broken, but many pieces of glass remain attached. Markus now uses the top of the war hammer to knock off the bits left over.
“I can't believe this is happening! Why are they coming for us!? We did everything right! Nobody should know about Markus!” Eclair yells in a panic. She's visibly stressed and on the verge of tears. “They know he's from Earth! We need help now!”
“Who's going to help us!? The sheriff!? Little Creek!?” Aurora yells back.
“Stop! It doesn't matter what they know about me.” Markus interjects. The last piece of large glass is finally removed, and he puts the war hammer back in its place. A quick look out the window reveals an inclined roof leading down to a neighboring building.
“Go first girls. I'll be right behind you.” Markus says to the fae.
Eclair and Aurora immediately fly out the window. They stop a few yards away, hovering in the air while beckoning to Markus. He acknowledges them, throwing his backpack out the window first. It slides down the incline before bouncing onto the neighboring flat rooftop.
The next step is Markus climbing through the broken window. He stretches his legs over the window sill and uses his arms to leverage his body. The sound of crunching glass fills the air as he prepares to jump. He places his left hand on the window frame for balance, but suddenly feels a jolt of pain. He screams before clumsily falling down.
Markus hits the inclined roof hard, and immediately looks at his left hand. A large, deep cut is just under his thumb. Skin and muscle have been sliced open to the point where white bone can be seen. All of a sudden, blood starts pumping into the wound. Tears form at the edge of his eyes from the pain.
A groan escapes Markus before he can slowly stumble his way to the neighboring rooftop. He grabs his backpack and swings it over his shoulders with the right hand. The left hand is crippled, forcing him to slowly slide the left sling of the backpack with his good hand.
Eclair and Aurora rush toward Markus to see what happened. Eclair speaks first saying “Markus! Are you okay?”
Markus can only show them his left hand. Blood is pouring from the wound. Drops of red are landing all over the rooftop. Eclair covers her mouth in stunned silence.
“It's alright Markus! I can heal you.” Aurora says when she sees the deep cut. She uses her hands to make a calming gesture to Markus. “It's okay.”
“Oy! They're on the roof! Get over here!” A man suddenly yells out from the broken window Markus just came through. It was a Crimson thug.
“Can't stop now!” Markus says to the fae. He begins sprinting away from the Mountain View Inn. Eclair and Aurora follow Markus closely while zipping through the air. Various rooftops are jumped over in an attempt to escape any pursuers.
Markus eventually looks back and sees no one following. The rooftop he's on drops down to a narrow alley. He gestures to Eclair and Aurora as he jumps from the roof. Markus lands on several stacked boxes, then jumps again to reach ground level.
Blood is covering his left hand now. Throbbing pain and stiffness are settling into the wound. Out of desperation, Markus grabs the blue cloak concealing his folded AMD-65 rifle slung across his chest. Hiding the weapon didn't matter now. He wraps his left hand in the cloak as he moves back into the streets of Montillo.
As Markus reaches the exit of the alley, a Crimson member walks into view from the side of a building. Both men startle each other in surprise. The thug quickly raises the wooden club in his hand above his head.
With all of his strength, Markus grabs the man's face with his right hand. A powerful push is given, slamming the Crimson man's head against the metal lamp post behind him. The man is out cold, but nearby civilians begin running for cover at the sight of the skirmish.
Down the street, several more Crimson members are already running toward Markus. They all have clubs or pieces of wood in their hands. He doesn't think about why they have such weapons. Taking off again, Markus crosses the street and slips into another alley way. Eclair and Aurora follow closely behind.
The alley way is long and narrow. Soon, it converges with another alley to form a t-crossing. Markus runs straight through the intersection, continuing forward rather then turning.
“Wait! Markus!” Eclair yells from behind. Markus stops and sees the fae trying to navigate the narrow alley. They're flying speed is limited in the confined space. Aurora passes the intersection first, then Eclair follows right after.
From seemingly nowhere, two Crimson members dash into the alley from the t-crossing. It's the man with the scar and his friend. Eclair stops flying in surprise, instead looking back at the men that have appeared behind her. Hesitation allows the scarred man to swing his wooden club in her direction. The power of the swing is reduced due to space, but Eclair is still clipped by the weapon.
Eclair is sent reeling backwards, her body smashing against a nearby wall before falling to the ground. Aurora screams Eclair's name as she flies to her side. The friend of the scarred man is slowly starting to lift his own club as he walks to the fae. Markus feels something break deep within.
Rage. Countless emotions are filling Markus. Sadness, fear, pain, but mostly, rage. His right hand quickly undoes the holster to the Steyr pistol on his vest. For the first time in his life, Markus points a gun at another human being. He doesn't hesitate pulling the trigger.
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It was already mid-morning when Markus starts to open his eyes. As he slowly adjusted to the time of day, Markus' upper body suddenly shot straight up. The memories of the previous day's events flooded his mind. He looked around the tent, feeling for the backpack behind him and rifle beside him. Everything was just as he left it before drifting to sleep. It dawns on him that he was still in a strange land, somewhere away from home.
Markus quickly gathers his backpack and heads out of the tent with the rifle in tow. Rays of sunlight momentarily blind Markus as he exits the tent, causing his eyes to squint in minor pain. When his eyes adjust, Markus looks up and is once again greeted by the impressive fairy town all around him.
In the day, the fairy town is bustling with activity now. Numerous fairies fly in all directions high above Markus. They weave between the trees and bridges of the town with ease as they go about their lives. Markus even sees buildings that remind him of miniature markets and shops. Fairies were walking on bridges, buying groceries, and working their jobs just like any town back home.
As Markus stares at all the activity around him, a single fairy flutters in front of his face. He remembers her as one of the escorts from last night, although the only feature he could recognize was her long, blonde curly hair.
She seems young, with a surprising hourglass shape to match. Her button nose and wide green eyes make her cute regardless of size. Blue tinted wings keep her flying with ease. She's wearing a long sleeved white shirt, with brown leggings underneath, and knee high black boots rounding out her outfit. Pieces of armor cover her extremities and torso, similar to the first fairy he met. On her waistband belt, a small sword was sheathed beside tiny pouches.
“Can I help you?” Markus asks politely. He smiles at her, and she does the same back. He then notices a slightly confused look on her face. She probably didn't know what was said.
“Ne recedas hinc.” She says to Markus, with a pointed finger facing him. “Seniorem venit ad te non relinquam.” She finishes speaking, and crosses her arms triumphantly.
“Okay... sure.” Markus responds automatically. He has no idea what was said, but can at least listen to the words clearly. The fairy language sounds similar to what the bat-woman in the cave spoke. Perhaps the language is indeed the same?
Markus notices a small crowd of fairies now gathering around the edges of the visitor camp. Male and female fairies of all ages are chatting on the bridges or looking out windows for a view of him. Markus can only assume the events of last night has spread around town. He can feel an increasing amount of gazes surrounding him. The staring makes for an awkward situation, causing Markus to move to a nearby tree away from view.
After several steps, the escort fairy zooms in front of Markus again. She starts waving her hands forward in an effort to stop his movement. It works, but Markus is puzzled about why he can't go further. Turning around, he heads for the next nearest tree ahead of him.
“Prohibere! Prohibere!” The escort fairy yells from behind. She rushes again in front of Markus, this time crossing her arms to make an X symbol just a few feet from his face. Her face is becoming flustered as she tries communicating with actions.
“Alright, alright I get it.” Markus says once he sees her makeshift sign. It's obvious the blonde fairy wasn't allowing him to leave the immediate area. He takes a few steps back, and finds a place to sit on the ground. He unloads his backpack again and then places the rifle beside him. The fairy seems relieved at his actions, and also finds a spot on the grass a bit away from Markus.
Markus can only sit in silence as he waits for whatever the fairy mentioned. He now places the rifle over his lap, and sits back to observe more of the town and fairy folk. After several minutes of watching, an entourage of fairies can be seen heading directly towards him.
The fairy entourage soon present themselves in front of Markus. He sees six all together, four women and two men that all look significantly older than the other fairies. The women are all in elaborate dresses with numerous layers and frills. Their outfits are colored in elegant blues, golds, reds, and greens which are paired with various pieces fancy jewelry. It was clear they were extremely important members of the town.
The men of the group seemed just as important, although they wore much simpler outfits. Both old men were dressed in basic suits with gray slacks, white shirts, and gray jackets. They even had matching long, white beards. Markus was intrigued by their clothing. Everything he had ever known about fairies always described their clothing as nearly non-existent or simple. Clothing modifications even existed to accommodate for their wings.
Markus sees his fairy escort fly up to meet the visitors. She talks among them for a minute, away enough that nothing could be heard. When she finishes, one of the old men signals her to leave. She glances back to Markus, before flying away in the direction they came from.
The old man that dismissed the escort now starts to slowly drift to Markus. When he reaches eye level with Markus, he stops, and looks over the young man. He floats in silence, putting his hands behind his back without saying a single word.
Markus studies the aged fairy too. All he sees is a tiny old man with butterfly wings. He has white hair to match his beard, and his face is a wrinkled complexion sun dried over the years. His body has a slight hunch, with even his colored wings dulled over time.
“Potestis intelligere me?” The old fairy finally speaks first.
Once again Markus is confronted by their strange language. He sighs, and says “I don't know what you said old man. It'd be nice if someone could speak English.”
The old man listens to Markus, then replies with “Stultus es.”
Markus looks at the fairy, but simply shrugs his shoulders to acknowledge he doesn't understand.
A big smile emerges from the old man's face. He then lets out a deep, cackling laugh loud enough that all the fairies nearby stop to look at him.
Markus shows an awkward smile, not really sure what was going on with the old fairy.
The old fairy then says “Iuvenis hominis, hoc est ad nocere.” His right arm suddenly begins to glow with several circular bands of golden light. Strange scriptures appear on each band as they form individual rings around the arm of the old man.
“What the...” Markus says as he watches the old fairy. The first thought in his head is the word - Magic. He tries to stand up, but the old fairy is faster.
The old fairy quickly rushes straight for Markus' head, with his right arm outstretched. His hand touches Markus' forehead, and instantly, flashes of light erupt from the circular bands. The magic circles shoot themselves forward and disappear.
Markus instantly feels a massive headache in his head. He crumbles backwards onto the ground holding his forehead. He rocks himself side to side as he groans in pain from the mysterious attack.
“You old bastard! What the hell!” Markus yells as he lays on his back. He tightly grips his forehead, feeling the pain slowly subsiding. The headache quickly dissipates after a minute, as Markus stays still on the ground with a hand covering his face.
“Can you hear me?” An unknown voice speaks out in English.
Markus immediately props himself up from the ground as he looks for the source of the words just spoken. He realizes the voice sounded familiar, and turns his eyes to the fairy flying in front of him. A smile is beaming from the old man.
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Gunshots echo throughout the alleyway. The Crimson man walking towards the fae is struck first. A bullet tears into his left thigh, and another follows just below it. He yells in pain, but doesn't stop his advance. Another step is taken as he prepares to drop the wooden club on the girls. A third gunshot, with a bullet ripping into the inner right thigh. The man crumbles to his knees, but doesn't release his weapon. One more gunshot. The shoulder leading the club arm is hit. The Crimson man collapses backwards with his weapon, screaming in agony.
'Shoot to cripple'. 'Don't kill anyone'. Markus keeps repeating the phrases in his head. Accurately aiming with one hand is slowing him down. Rage is tempting him to do the unthinkable. The pistol then turns toward the scarred Crimson man. The man flinches at the gun, but he starts charging anyway.
Markus lowers the pistol at the scarred man's legs, pulling the trigger three times in quick succession. The 9mm bullets easily tear through the leather armor and clothing of the man. Each thigh is hit, and a third bullet smashes into the right knee cap. The scarred Crimson slams face first into the ground. He immediately rolls over, grabbing his legs while yelling in pain.
The face of Markus quickly changes to horror as he realizes what he's done. The rage felt earlier is gone now as he sees the crippled men in front of him. Markus stands silently for a moment, but he then remembers Eclair.
Rushing to Eclair's side, Markus kneels above Aurora as she attends to their wounded friend. Eclair's eyes are closed as blood drips from a wound on her head. Her wings are completely listless.
“Oh God... tell me she's not dead. Tell me she's okay.” Markus says in a panic. His voice is cracking as he watches Aurora tend to Eclair. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry Eclair.”
Aurora's hands glow as she moves around Eclair's head. She says “She's alive! It's a concussion I think. We need to go somewhere right now so I can finish healing her.”
Markus reacts immediately to Aurora's words. He says “Got it. I'll carry her.” Dropping his pistol to the ground, he uses the good right hand to undo the blue cloak wrapped around his wounded hand. Anguish appears on his face as he pulls the cloak apart from the cut. Laying the cloak on the ground, Markus finds the least bloody area for Eclair.
Gently, Markus places Eclair into the center of the cloak. More pain crosses the face of Markus as he closes the wounded hand securely around the cloak despite his wound. He then ties a portion of the cloak around his left hand to further lock Eclair.
Several more Crimson members rush into the alley as soon as Markus finishes. He grabs his pistol, standing up while Aurora takes off into the air. Markus keeps the wrapped cloak close to his chest as he backs away from the Crimson men.
“Look at what he did. Screw Monica's orders! Kill the bastard!” One of the Crimson thugs yells. They all start dropping or tossing wooden weapons away. Swords and daggers are now being pulled out as the men start to move forward.
Markus points his pistol at the nearest Crimson man. They're only several yards away, already reaching their wounded friends. He yells “Stay back! Get away from us! I don't know what the hell you want with me!” Markus keeps moving backwards as Aurora hovers behind him.
One of the thugs starts charging. Markus reacts instantly and fires off a shot at the charging man. The bullet strikes the man's left ear, tearing off the top half. The man's screams immediately stop the others from moving.
“That's a Earth gun! A real gun... We need to get Monica quick!” Another man yells out. A Crimson member backs away from the group and disappears at the t-crossing.
Markus takes off running in the opposite direction. The Crimson's are reluctant to follow closely, keeping their distance now. The opening of the alley is only a few yards ahead. Markus sprints with Aurora closely following. The cloak carrying Eclair is still held tightly by the wounded hand of Markus.
At last, Markus reaches the streets of Montillo again. He runs across a nearly empty road, then turns around to see what the Crimson's are doing. The group following Markus exits the alley, and stand there watching him.
Backing up slowly, Markus is about to start running again down the street when he sees the face of the woman in red. She appears from behind the Crimson group from the alley. Immediately, she takes command by stepping in front of the men. Markus recalls the name Monica, and can only assume she's a leader.
Monica stares intensely at Markus from across the road. She then lifts her hand up, and gives a signal to the men beside her. All of a sudden, they all start charging towards him. Panic and fear are starting to set in because they won't stop. The pistol is again pointed at the charging group as Markus begins running backwards. Out of desperation, he fires wildly into the Crimson men.
Markus rapidly squeezes the trigger six times. The sound of gunshots causes nearby civilians to scream in fear while attempting to hide. Recoil together with running causes the shots to be wildly inaccurate. A lucky bullet hits a Crimson thug's finger, severing it completely off. The other pursuers start scrambling into cover or ducking to the ground. A pair of bullets ricochet off the ground, one shatters a shop window, and another bounces off a lamp post. The final bullet aims true at the heart of Monica.
However, the last bullet never reaches its mark. Standing tall and without fear, Monica has her hands pressed against the air. It's the same stance Aurora made inside the ruins. The last bullet smashes into a barrier, as if made of bullet-proof glass. A spiderweb of cracks ripple from the point of impact. A few moments pass before she undoes her magic. A twisted bullet falls harmlessly to the ground.
The eyes of Markus are now stuck on the woman called Monica. He's just seen her stop a bullet out of thin air. Slowing himself down, Markus takes careful aim at her. A terrible thought enters his mind. He's facing a murderer using magic.
“Everyone stop! Fall back!” Monica yells at her men. “He's from the other side. Leave him for now, and get the wounded! Move your asses!” She signals again with her hands, before moving back into the alley and out of sight.
The Crimson men start retreating away from Markus. The man with the severed finger is yelling and cursing while gripping his hand. He's the last to disappear out of view. Several nearby civilians begin moving or standing up from behind cover.
An incredible sigh of relief escapes from Markus. He starts to jog further down the street. People are now sticking their heads out windows and shops, wondering what the commotion was all about. Another alley is soon found, and Markus slips inside with Aurora.
Following the alley a short distance, Markus quickly appears on a different street. As he exits, a familiar face greets him. He's taken by surprise at the completely unexpected encounter. It's Versa, the bat-woman from the cave.
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I originally intended to make a Kinetic novel, and thus music was produced for this story.
I wanted to make a visual representation and have people enjoy music, art, and interaction with the story. That plan is a ways off, so just the story is produced and posted at the moment. One day I hope to make a full-fledged kinetic novel for people to enjoy.
Below in the Post-Chapter notes are a few songs produced. Feel free to listen to them while reading for a bit more atmosphere. You can check this chapter or the soundcloud link every few months for more music. Enjoy!
Main Theme:
Distant Leaps to Circinus
Whole Playlist:
The Unlighted | Playlist
Inspirational:
Children of Circinus
Ambient:
Memory Distorted
Sad:
The Unlighted | Time gone through loops
Believing:
The Unlighted | Beleive in the Colors
Action:
The Unlighted | Trapped
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Announcement
『 Note: Word Count — 1,500 words 』 - ✦ Chapter Song Recommendation (CLICK ME) ✦
"Let's start our grand adventure, little brother~ ♡"
Amae eagerly opened the grand doorway that led to the outside world.
A captivating scene captured my eyes.
Myriad of monsters, varying from all species and sizes, prepared their designated task on the palace's courtyard. Out of the countless creatures, the general of the Commanders — Warwick — stood out prominently. Maybe it was because of his golden-white panoply or how the werewolf was howling loud orders to his subordinates.
"He must be the drill sergeant of this world."
"What is that title you speak of?"
Amae tilted her head and gazed at me curiously.
"I suppose it's like an instructor for the military. To train the army for combat... something like that."
I'm not exactly sure.
I wish I retained more knowledge about my world...
It'll be cool if I knew how to make a gun and help big sister out.
Too bad the only skills I am good at is cooking.
Standing next to the porch, Kai'Sa bowed and seemed to be waiting awhile. Her dark skin-tight suit captured the sheer fitness of her body. The expression she wore was an inscrutable one, radiating an aura of mystery and power.
"Lord Amae."
"Report."
"Mastermage Xy and the Archmage Council confirmed within the Citadel of Z. Encampment location is cleared. No signs of anomaly."
"Excellent scouting. Update other Commanders and conclude the final preparation. The Fallen shall begin their conquest after I take my little brother for a walk."
"Understood."
Kai'Sa glanced at the translucent watch on her left wrist, which depicted a hologram of fluctuating data and moving graphs.
"Optimal time for assault is during the peak of Duo Moon. I suggest striking when the High Elves are in celebration."
"An excellent suggestion," Amae nodded and waved her right hand. "Continue your duty and update as needed."
"Yes, Lord Amae."
With a reverent bow, Kai'Sa dematerialized into thin air, leaving several motes of purple light in her position before vanishing completely.
"What's Duo Moon?" I asked.
"At the realm where the Elves reside, two moons orbit their atmosphere alternatively. They consider it a holiday when both lunars are in the sky."
"Realm? Does this mean we are in a different realm since there's only one moon here?"
"Ara~ you're a smart boy." Amae patted my head approvingly. "Yes, every realm contains unique geographical rules. There are twelves realms in this universe and I govern three of them~"
Three realms?!
That sounds like a huge deal.
Does that mean Amae is the leader of three nations?
No, realm sounds more like a continent...
"Let us continue~"
"Yes, big sister."
The pristine-white staircase in front of us was wide and marbled, offering complete visibility of the whole courtyard that was the size of a stadium. Amae held my hand as we slowly descend.
"What are those five doing?" I pointed to the Demon Summoners, creating a translucent dome-shaped magic circle with their hands, which enveloped the entire troops.
"Channeling an extremely difficult spell called 境界經線," Amae patted my head gently. "It allows us to warp our encampment to the designated coordinate."
"Everything here?"
"Yes, everything within the courtyard will be transported."
Wow.
I thought about the possibilities. This magic spell was truly, utterly overpowered. Magically teleporting an entire army to a location gives surprise attack a new meaning.
As we stepped onto an elevated floating platform, some of the monsters noticed us. Like a ripple effect, many turned their heads to our direction and bowed. It was unsettling to see thousands of troops cease their current action in a matter of seconds. Their coordination was so immaculate, which only indicated the devotion they had for their master.
"Arise."
Amae's voice was amplified by magic. While it could be heard clearly across the field, the loudness did not reduce her omnipotent gravitas.
"The time is upon us," Amae waved her hand in a motion befitting of a supreme ruler. "We shall cut into the hearts of the High Elves, capture the Citadel of Z and decimate any enemies that stand in our way!"
"In the name of Fallen, this we swear!"
Their voices were filled with power, indicating the adamant loyalty and determination that resided deep in their hearts. Sprouting her majestic pair of black-feathery wings like a goddess, all the vassals were completely mesmerized.
"Fight! For the future that we envisioned!"
"All hail Demon Lord Amae-!"
As the entire army genuflected before us, Amae held me tightly in her embrace. Her wings fluttered, creating gust on the ground while we ascended like deities. The cheers maintained until we disappeared into the heavens.
"Where are we going?"
"Let us spend quality time before the campaign."
I understood Amae's intention. She was trying to balance between conquering the world and being with me. This was the overly-protective big sister I knew. That I fell in love with.
"Alright," my heart beamed as we continued to soar upwards.
The scene was sparkling, dotted by an endless mass of fluffy white clouds. It made me forgot about the terror of heights as I truly took in the subtle beauty of this foreign land.
"I love this realm."
"Me too, I'm glad you took me outside again."
We paused and enjoyed this moment. Simply watching the ineffable beauty that was right in front of us. After a brief pause, I asked softly:
"Why do you want to conquer the world? I know I never really asked."
"I want to create a world of harmony, as my present to you for reincarnation and becoming my vowed partner," Amae let out a sheepish smile. "Is that a foolish reason?"
So she wants to give me the perfect life.
"It's not," I blushed. "It's not a stupid reason at all."
We paused as our eyes locked gaze.
What is this feeling?
Our face instinctively moved closer and closer.
My heart is beating so fast.
The two of us pressed our lips together. A nostalgic feeling resurfaced. The last time we kissed was during Love Contract, months ago and I still crave it.
Her lips are so warm and nice.
I love her so much.
After a few seconds, we broke off the kiss so oxytocin would not overwhelm my body. I averted gaze and felt my cheeks growing hotter.
"What was that about...?"
"Fufufu... Hold on tight, little brother ♡"
"What—"
—Amae proceeded to carry me like a child and entrusted herself to inertia. And then we fell. Both of us descended at a rapid speed, like a pair of birds sailing in synchrony.
The flight down was superb. Like Amae, I was smiling. Grinning in utter happiness.
The remarkable sunlight and gentle gale, sweeping through my heart.
The beautiful sight of pastel blue sky, slightly tinged in pink.
The sweet scent of my older sister while she held securely onto me.
My emotions were overwhelmed — with feelings for my one true pair.
Ah.
I'll always remember this moment.
Before I know it, we safely landed on the ground. She finished the flight with one final kiss planted softly on my forehead.
"Little brother, no one knows what the future may hold. But one thing is certain — my future belongs with you."
♦ ♦ ♦
Ahri wore the same figure-hugging white kimono, but this time it was matched with a long-red skirt that indicated modesty and poise. Her snow-white hair shimmered like water under the moonlight. Of course, the Priestess was holding her signature pipe at her index finger, sitting casually in front of me and puffing away.
Amae and her military already teleported away. Big sister insisted I stay behind with Ahri until the site was thoroughly examined by her.
"Your safety is of paramount importance."
Thus, I found myself sitting in the palace rooftop, snacking on a homemade chocolate bar Neko and I made after my flight with Amae.
"How old are you, human?"
"Eighteen years old. You?"
"Nine hundred and twenty-six."
"What?! That's almost a thousand!"
The fox ears above wiggled as Ahri quirked up the corner of her mouth into a pleasant smile.
"Surprised?"
I nodded.
"Then hear this."
The Shrine Priestess leaned close to my ears and whispered. She was right. In fact, chills even shot down my spine.
"Meowzers..." My voice trailed off into an unbelievable whisper. "You were Amae's mentor...?"
"Indeed. I still remember when that pesky little demon was a young apprentice, with dreams of changing the world. An idealistic and passionate one. Now she's actualizing it into a reality, she sure grew up fast. There was a funny time—"
—Suddenly, a void-black portal appeared beside us. Ahri stood up and smiled.
"Let us depart, human. We will have plenty of time later for small talks."
Carefully escorted inside to a new realm by my foxgirl bodyguards, where warfare and bloodshed were literally outside, the next chapter of my life begins.
Amae
Thought I would add some Adventure and Worldbuilding spice in here! ❣
(๑✪ᆺ✪๑): This story is inspired by Ane Naru Mono (Mangacap credits to the amazing Pochi-sama)! Picture credit to Your Name!~ Please please, check out her manga!! 18+ side story also available on Patreon (with commissioned illustration)! Pledge the tier —『 Commander and Guardians 』and be one of the palace's elites!
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When Markus left the cave his flashlight immediately found a trail leading deeper into the forest. The path raised his hopes of reaching the town faster without navigating through the trees. Markus knew the trail would likely lead to civilization, or at least a road that can be followed. The path started as a steep descent downwards, but as he continued to walk, it eventually leveled off into a more gentle slope. It was a fairly easy trek so far, but Markus knew he had to stay alert.
Darkness covers the forest, only occasional sounds from birds and insects keep Markus company. As he walks, Markus notices the moonlight is bright and clear. It was a comforting glow illuminating the entire forest. The leaves and branches above keep the majority of the sky hidden, but there was enough evidence to suggest a full moon. It supplies just enough light to provide decent vision even without the flashlight.
Walking through the forest proves to be surprisingly uneventful. Only the rhythm of boots stepping into dirt provides a consistent noise. The long periods of silence give Markus plenty of thinking time to himself. As he walks, his eyes observe the new surroundings for clues to where the forest might be located.
Markus has spent plenty of time outdoors and over the years has learned basic knowledge on local wildlife. He notes several familiar trees that can be spotted within the forest. Mature aspen, spruce, and cottonwood species are scattered throughout the area. However, a certain large tree species was unfamiliar to him. It was by far the biggest type of tree, dwarfing the others with their large trunks and numerous branches spreading above.
The weather also feels familiar, a cold chill in the air around thirty or thirty-five degrees. The night temperature was correct for weather back home in March. Even patches of snow are reflecting off the flashlight as Markus walks. Luckily he brought the green jacket being worn, with its insulated interior perfect for this type of hike.
However, reviewing his mental notes doesn't bring Markus any closer to an answer of where he is. The weather is basically the same as home and the forest is similar to the one he left behind when he passed through the portal. All of Markus' information says he's already made it back to the western United States.
Markus then pauses during his walk and turns his body directly to the left. He sees the lighting of the town through branches and tree trunks, but notices their size hasn't increased much. Markus now begins to worry the trail he's been following doesn't actually lead to the town. His path only seems to be parallel to the destination he's aiming for. Markus kicks the dirt in frustration and mentally prepares himself to cut through the forest now. The town lights are directly ahead and all he needs to do is follow a straight line to them.
Before taking a step into the maze of trees before him, Markus searches for the smartphone tucked into his front pocket. He finds it and brings it to his face to check for a signal. When he presses a button the bright light of smartphone makes his eyes wince in pain. A low battery warning is present on the screen now and he notes the power bar at only five percent. The clock is still wrong and there is still no signal. Nothing has changed. Markus firmly presses the power button and shuts off the device for good.
After putting his smartphone away, Markus takes the first steps into the forest. The trees are spread in a wide berth allowing plenty of space to weave between each of them. The flashlight shows the terrain with a mix of rocks, boulders, grasses, and bushes everywhere like the mountains back home.
The lights of the town slowly begin to grow as he continues the hike. Curiously, Markus notices the lights seem to be above the horizon of his vision. He begins to think the town might be on an elevated location like a hill. Thankfully the land is cooperating with Markus as he's able to quickly walk the plotted course without issues.
Markus sees the lights fairly well now after walking for some time. The lights still seem quite high from where he stands. The town must be on a hill as previously guessed. There's a renewed energy in Markus as he feels the end of the trek nearing closer. However, this brief moment of respite vanishes as an extremely loud animal roar can he heard ahead.
“What the hell?” Markus says as he halts moving, raising his rifle upward. He can only point in the general direction of where he heard the sound, but nothing can be seen in the darkness. He stays silent to see if anything will reveal itself. No animal known to him can make a roar like it.
Nothing stirs for several minutes. Cautiously, Markus resumes walking through the forest. The rifle is gripped tightly now with a finger resting beside the trigger. A sense of nervousness creeps back into Markus as he continues toward the lights. He was always superstitious of the forests back home. Countless tales exist of dangers that can be found within the wilderness, both real and mysterious. He's personally seen unexplained sights and believes a fair share of old stories.
Markus very shortly sees something peculiar from the direction of the town. Several lights are moving in all manner of directions. Some are moving high above, a few are zigzagging, and others dance around at various speeds. Out of the corner of his right eye, Markus sees a single light away from the town.
The light looks much bigger than the others, as if it was quickly closing the distance to him. As soon as that thought finishes, an orb of light zips by a few feet above his head. The ball of light is quickly lost in the forest as Markus spins around trying to locate it. The flashlight sees nothing in the darkness and his head keeps moving around in an attempt to find it.
“Seriously? Whats going on now?” Markus asks himself, turning back to the town.
As he looks forward, a glow of light slowly appears from behind Markus' right shoulder. He notices the soft glow and just when he's about to turn around, the ball of light zooms in front of him. Markus' eyes open wide in surprise at what he sees.
Only a few feet away from his face, a tiny woman flutters in the cool breeze of the night. She has colorful wings keeping her aloft, similar to butterflies back home. Markus is frozen in surprise. 'Fairy' is the only word that jumps into his head to describe her.
He estimates her size to be only about eight inches tall. The size of a small doll or figurine. Growing up, Markus saw plenty of books, movies, and shows with various fairies. There's no doubt right now he's looking at a creature of myth.
Around her waist, a lantern dangles off to the side with an illuminating glow. She's wearing some sort of black bodysuit, with pieces of leather armor covering her breast, vitals, and extremities. Markus finally sees the glint of a metal spear in her hands. His eyes try determine her intent with the weapon, but she suddenly rushes closer to his face. This catches Markus off guard, forcing him to take a step backwards. He sees short, brown colored hair on the little woman, but her facial features are obscured by light from the lantern and flashlight on his vest.
The fairy starts rapidly speaking to him in another language, but words are difficult to pick out because of how quickly she talks. Her body is very animated, as she points to the town and the forest behind her. Her arms and fingers point in several directions as she talks, then starts pointing toward Markus. He doesn't know what to make of her actions, but she's becoming more frantic. Her voice seems to be pleading now. She's even waving a hand in a follow-me gesture.
She suddenly takes off in the direction where she originally came from. After a few yards, she sees that Markus didn't follow her. She immediately turns around and rams herself against his upper chest. Markus is pushed back in surprise, and now feels the little woman yanking on the collar of his jacket. Words start flying out of her mouth again in desperate and begging tones.
Markus can sense something is very wrong now. Her body language tells him she's in need of help. He begins to take steps in the direction she was heading toward moments ago. The fairy now realizes Markus is starting to walk. She releases his jacket and starts flying just a few feet in front of him.
After just a few more steps, another monstrous roar echoes through the forest. It's the same creature from before, but much closer now. The fairy becomes frantic again and starts pointing ahead. Markus turns his walk into a jog, unsure of what exactly he's facing. The fairy sees his increase in pace and starts to guide him between the trees. After several minutes, Markus and the fairy reach a small clearing in the forest.
As the pair momentarily stops, several more orbs of light zoom past them heading to the right. More fairies, and they all seem to be in a rush. Markus turns his head to see where they're going. His eyes now glimpse a creature unlike anything seen before in his life.
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Darkness surrounds the stone cabin now as night blankets the world outside. The fireplace within burns brightly, fueled by wood logs stacked neatly against the building. Everyone is comfortable inside, but Markus is staring out the window next the wooden door. All of his gear is off now, placed behind him beside the stone bed.
The fire pit just outside is burning too, but the darkness seems to be endless. The light from the fire is an island in a sea of pitch black. Markus sighs, and turns around to retrieve his pistol. He grabs the handgun from the combat vest lying on the floor. Simultaneously, his left hand is removing the angle-head flashlight from the vest too.
With the pistol in his right hand and flashlight in the other, Markus heads back to the door. As he's about to open it, he talks to the fairies standing next to the fireplace. “Okay girls, enjoy your bath. I'll be outside.”
Eclair and Aurora are standing beside a large pot on the floor left over from previous visitors. The pot is full of water which had been heated over the fire, and now cooled off enough to allow the fairies a nice bath. Eclair pushed for it, even though Aurora was adamant she was okay with the soot covering her. In the end, Eclair convinced Aurora, which also lead to Markus being temporarily put on guard duty outside.
“Thanks for the help.” Eclair says back. “Oh! And no peeking! We'll be quick.”
Markus smiles and nods, before pushing himself out the door. He closes the door behind him and turns the angle-head flashlight on. The beam of light separates the dark, and other than the fire pit, little else can be seen.
Minutes pass without much to see or do. Occasionally, the voices from the fairies reach outside as they have their own conversation. Markus is vigilant with the light, scanning left and right to make sure unwelcoming surprises don't show. He's standing right in front of the wooden door just as any guard would do.
The air is chilly and still inside the cave. Markus' hands feel cold without the gloves on, but it shouldn't be long before the girls finish. He occupies the time in his own mind, until sounds catch his attention.
To the right of the stone cabin, Markus begins to hear the sound of metal clashing against metal. It sounds distant, and the noise fades away just as soon as it arrived. The flashlight reveals nothing in the darkness.
Suddenly, the murmurs and whispers of voices occur behind Markus. He spins around with his flashlight expecting to see people. He sees nothing instead. The flashlight begins to scan all around the area, yet nothing can be seen. Once again, the sounds of clashing metal slowly get louder.
Turning around, Markus quietly listens. The sounds are still distant in the cave, but Markus can sometimes pick out fierce yelling and screams within the noise. A fight or battle? Then the sounds disappear again.
Moments pass before more whispers begin all around Markus. Vanishing as soon as they're heard. Opposite of the cabin, deep in the dark, sounds of a crowd can be heard. Full of life, like a marketplace or fairground. Children are laughing, people are talking, and vendors are yelling directly ahead. Just like the others, the voices and sounds fade away until silence remains.
Markus backs himself against the wooden door. His heart is beating fast, and his palms are sweating heavily. The situation is becoming clear to him, the cave and ruins are haunted. These are spirits of a place long ago.
Spirits and ghost are something Markus deeply believes in. There are too many unexplained occurrences and paranormal activities to simply dismiss. Markus' own eyes have seen mysterious things in the forest and buildings of the American West. Fear grows within him as murmurs of past conversations and the distant battle repeat again.
“Find... hidden room.” A deep, manly voice whispers in the ear of Markus. He looks around, but is clearly alone. The voices and sounds of the cave vanish once again.
Markus has finally had enough, and immediately bolts back inside the cabin. In a swift motion, he grabs one of the wooden chairs to jam the door knob. He knows it's a worthless idea against things he can't see or touch, but being inside the cabin calms his fears.
“Hey! We aren't done! Go back outside.” Eclair's voice yells from behind Markus.
“Fuck that! Trust me. You don't want to go outside.” Markus says while turning around. When his eyes meets the fairies, he realizes they're already out of the pot. Unfortunately, he's caught them half dressed.
Eclair and Aurora are embarrassed with slight blushes on their faces. They have hands and arms strung across their breast in an attempt to cover up. Markus quickly places his left forearm in front of his eyes.
“Sorry. Sorry. I'll turn around.” Markus says to the girls. He turns around completely and says “Get dressed. I'm not going back out there.”
Eclair glances to Aurora with a confused look. Aurora simply shrugs, but then stares at Markus. She knows when someone has been spooked.
Minutes pass before the fairies are fully dressed. Neither has their armor equipped now, but Aurora managed to clean up hers during the bath. When they both acknowledge they're ready, they nod to each other.
“Alright. We're done.” Aurora says to Markus. “So what happened?”
Markus turns around and walks to his equipment. He puts away the pistol and flashlight back in the vest, before grabbing everything with a big bear hug. Markus then moves everything next to the fireplace, before sitting down near the girls.
“I'm sleeping next to the fire. This damn cave is haunted. Voice and sounds and everything else.” Markus finally responds to Aurora.
Eclair's face quickly drains of color. She rushes over to her pile of equipment, grabbing them just like Markus did. She then places everything closer to the fireplace too.
“Oh, well I knew that. I've been here enough times to have seen or heard a few things.” Aurora says casually. “It's the spirits of the past, an endless repeat, they can't hurt anything.”
Eclair groans. She then says “Really? How many times have you stayed the night here? I'm surprised you would willingly sleep here.”
“Oh no. I've never stayed in this cave at night. It's close enough to Little Creek that there was never a point in sleeping here.” Aurora replies back to Eclair. Once she hears her own words Aurora suddenly gets embarrassed. “Sorry... I should have said something.”
Markus sighs, then says “It's alright, we definitely aren't leaving now anyways. I've had enough surprises for one day.”
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Oscar turns the knob, then gently pushes the door open. “This is it. Our second level guest suite on the west wing.” He says to Markus with a smile. A bow is then performed as he moves away from the entry. Even with everything going outside the old butler is still attending to his duties. “Please enjoy the room as our guest.”
Markus answers with a thankful nod before stepping into the suite. His backpack and equipment jingles as he walks deeper into the room. It's luxuriously decorated. Large windows face the south and the west. A massive king size bed sits against the north wall. Colorful paintings hang on every wall with elaborate frames. The high quality wood furniture gives the suite the last touch of elegance.
The square room is spacious, with it's own private bathroom through a door left of the bed. Versa suddenly walks past Markus while he's admiring the view of Montillo. She is carefully holding the unconscious Eclair with both hands.
“Okay, we'll put her here.” Versa says, lifting a leg slightly to point towards the nearby writing desk. The two young maids from earlier flow into the room. They're carrying small blankets and pillows in their arms. Markus watches silently as the three women create a tiny makeshift bed on top of the desk. “Yes, this will work fine.” Versa says proudly.
The two maids are about about to walk out the door when Oscar says “Hold it you two. Greet our guest properly.” He gives them a cold glare. The maids panic and start reversing themselves awkwardly. Both of them turn to face Markus while bowing.
“Hello sir. My name is Hannah.” The first one says. Hannah has black hair tied up in a bun. Young and homely, with a skinny frame. The traditional french maid outfit hides all of her curves.
“And my name is Sarah.” The second says next. Sarah has blonde hair tied in a short ponytail. Young and homely too. However, she is slightly taller and bustier then her partner. Both women look to be in their early twenties.
“Hello.” Markus responds. It's strange to have maids greeting him, especially ones close to his own age. “I'm Markus. Thank you for helping.”
Hannah and Sarah stop bowing, then look at each other with glances. Hannah suddenly blurts out “Versa told us about you! Are you really from Earth? What's it like? Are there really machines that people can fly or go underwater in?”
“Or machines that can do washing and cleaning?” Sarah now joins in with her own questions. “Life must be so easy! Hey. Hey! Can I touch you?”
“Ladies! Stop that!” Oscar yells from outside the suite.
Hannah and Sarah immediately tense up at his words. They bolt out the door then turn left out of view. Markus can see Oscar shaking his head disappointingly. Versa snickers as she stands by the desk.
Markus cracks a smile watching the old butler. The rifle then is leaned against the bed while other equipment starts coming off. The backpack is unloaded from his shoulders, dropping beside his feet. Soon the rest of Markus' gear follows. The gas mask, hunting knife, and war hammer all eventually bounce on top of bed. Even the combat vest comes off until only his clothes remain.
Aurora soon flies into the suite, but she stops to look around. “Oh, this is fancy.” She says. “This is definitely luxury living.”
“How does it look?” Markus calls out to Aurora. She flies over to greet him with the news.
“Very bad. The walled portion of the estate is around 10 acres. However... I saw Crimsons spaced out everywhere. Small camps at each corner. Sentries and patrols. We are completely surrounded.” Aurora replies with concern.
Markus takes a deep breath. He says “Any idea of how many?”
“I'm guessing close to thirty just at the estate. More in town.” Aurora responds. She flies around Markus a few times before she stops to say “I didn't see a clear way out. They have every direction covered. I saw whistles and horns. They'll alert each other as soon as they see anything.”
Walking over to the south window, Markus gazes outside. From the room, he can see a pair of Crimsons talking next to a large tree to the far right. To the left, portions of the Crimson camp at the iron gate can be seen. Tents are set with people milling about the area.
Another sigh escapes from Markus. He turns to Aurora to say “Thank you for scouting. I'm still trying to figure things out.”
Aurora smiles before flying over to the writing desk with Eclair. Versa greets her as she lands on the desk. Both start talking in low voices to avoid waking Eclair.
Oscar walks into the suite with his hands behind his back. Markus spots him, but goes back to looking outside the window. As Markus continues searching for ideas, a dark bottle appears out of the blue in front of him. Oscar is the one holding it.
Markus is surprised, but he grabs the bottle with curiosity. It's ice cold. A paper label is on it with colorful mountains and Latin words. “Is this beer?” Markus asks.
“Aye. One for me too. I have them downstairs in the fridge. Ours probably isn't as small or cold as the ones in your world. But it makes cold beer just the same.” Oscar says with a grin. “I've been saving these.”
“Ya?” Markus replies. “So why now?”
“Because I don't want those pricks outside getting into my stash.” Oscar responds. There's a pause, then both men start laughing.
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“I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.” Augustus says as he lets go of Markus' arm. “Excitement got the best of me. It was rude to grab you like that.” He then moves from the table, standing up to face Markus. Taking off his hat, he bows slightly before saying “My apologizes sir.”
Augustus is actually an imposing figure compared to everyone in the pastry shop. He stands at the same height as Markus, but is nearly double the width. A close look at his face shows a man likely in his forties. All of a sudden, he sticks his hand out for a handshake. There is a moment of hesitation from Markus, but he returns the gesture too. A firm handshake is exchanged between the men.
“My name is Augustus, and you are?” Augustus says with a big smile. His words are genuine and kind now. The man clearly has a talkative personality.
“Markus... and these two are Aurora and Eclair.” Markus replies, pointing to the girls as they're introduced. They both wave towards the man.
“Marcus! A strong Roma name! Good to meet you.” Augustus says back, giving Markus a strong pat on the shoulder. “Oh, and this is my companion Abel.” Pointing to the person sitting next to him. The man is still busy eating, offering only a wave in response.
Abel sits quietly as he eats. He also looks to be in his forties. A worn face with some small scars define him. However, his most unique feature is his black shoulder length hair in a perm style.
“Ya, nice meeting you both. Listen... we have to go soon. What do you need?” Markus says with an annoyed tone. He had been hoping to keep needless interactions with the locals to a minimum. The earlier conversation with Rodrick revealed how much he still doesn't know.
“Ah, yes straight to the point. I'm a traveling merchant. Mostly with clothing and linens and such. Wife does the designs while I sell to the shops. New World Looks is our company, and we focus on modern Earth fashion.” Augustus says hurriedly with animated hands.
Markus looks back to the parked truck outside the pastry shop. On the side, there is a company logo with Latin scribbles. However, Markus realizes the words sit on top of a drawn planet Earth. Turning back to face Augustus, he says “Interesting work I bet.”
“Oh my! Getting the latest designs from the capital is always exciting. The manufacturing of the samples I see is incredible sometimes, but I wish we had the ability to reproduce them correctly. Alas, the modern Earth designs still haven't been widely excepted yet. People still clinging to fashion from the last century, and...” Augustus is talking with serious passion, but quickly realizes what he's doing and stops himself. “Sorry. I could talk about the other world for days.”
A nervous smile forms on the face of Markus. Augustus is very knowledgeable about Earth, and he may be able to pick out his identity. Anything said needs to be carefully thought about.
“Anyway, your clothes... definitely modern Earth. But I see I've made a mistake. I thought they were a new style.” Augustus says while giving a few tugs to the sleeve of Markus' jacket. “Seen a few similar versions. I was going to ask where you got them.”
Thinking quickly, Markus slightly stutters an answer saying “D-d-down south. Few months ago. Just thought it would be a nice change for me.”
“Good! With more men like you I'm sure the modern styles will be more popular.” Replies Augustus with a bright smile, patting Markus on the shoulder again. “I'm sorry I wasted your time. Tell you what, I'll still offer the free dinner for you all as an apology. Come visit the Evergreen restaurant in the north part of town around six tonight.”
A few moments of hesitation come from Markus before he says “Sure... I'll think about it.” It was an automatic response, and he hopes nothing more will come from it.
“I'm glad. Since your wearing those clothes, you must admire Earth too. We can have a grand time talking about it. I know all sorts of things like the latest gossip and information. I even know the hot spot areas for appearances. In fact, when I was a boy, I met a man from Earth. It's my favorite story.” Augustus says excitedly.
“Sir! No! Don't spend all of your nights drinking and chatting again. Stick to the schedule.” A man calls out to Augustus. It was Abel, adding his voice of reason.
Augustus dismissively waves his hand while saying “Hush Abel. That's my me time when I travel. You're a friend, but a bodyguard too. Just keep me away from trouble.”
A loud, audible sigh can be heard from Abel as he shakes his head.
“Well, nice meeting you two, but we have to go.” Markus says as he sees a chance to break the conversation. He hurries to the front door with the fae close behind him, and waves goodbye to the men as the group leaves the shop.
As they leave, Augustus waves back saying “Nice meeting you. Take care friends.”
Markus is only able to glance at the truck parked outside as the group leaves the pastry shop and heads up the street. Its a missed chance to examine a vehicle closely. Right now Markus is more concerned with putting as much distance between him and the two men.
After walking a few blocks, Markus begins to slow his pace. He looks around nervously, making sure he wasn't followed. Finally, he settles down and starts walking much slower.
“Hey, you sure it was a good idea to even suggest you might see him tonight?” Aurora says to Markus.
Eclair nods in agreement saying “Ya, I was getting nervous for you inside back there.”
“I don't know. I really don't know. I wasn't going to see them tonight, but now I'm not so sure.” Markus responds with a head shake.
“What!? Why?” Asks Aurora with concern.
“Because Augustus is a wealth of information. The man is obsessed with anything Earth. He's my best clue to go home so far.” Markus replies to the girls in a serious tone. He then asks “For example, do either of you know where I should go next? What about places to search for other gateways?”
The fae pause, unable to think of any good answers. Aurora speaks up saying “No... that's a good point. The cave by Little Creek is the only place I know with a connection, and it was always very rare for any Earth folk to come from there. All my years of scouting, and I barely have any knowledge about the topic.”
Eclair's eyes light up from Aurora's words. She says “Wow, not even you? I mean... I'm sure books and research exist somewhere.” There's a pause from her, before she continues “No... that might take ages. You really need to think it through. There's still time to organize at the inn.”
“Okay, you both helped me make up my mind. I'll meet Augustus tonight. I really think he's going to be the fastest path for information.” Markus says with some excitement. It's the first solid lead since arriving on Noverra. Whatever the conversation later, it might be the most important one in his life.
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Markus slowly opens his eyes after an exhausting experience the night before. He's sitting next to the fireplace with his back against the wall. He sees Eclair stretched across the floor still sleeping in front of the fireplace, but Aurora is already sitting up while working on a piece of fabric. Weapons, armor, and equipment are all neatly organized in piles beside each fairy. Both of the girls had their own bags next to them, which they retrieved last night before sleeping.
The fireplace now has only ashes and embers within it. Some heat can be felt, but it's sufficient for the small stone cabin. Markus looks around to make sure nothing out of the ordinary has happened. His eyes see the wooden chair still jammed against the door, while everything else seems normal.
Markus begins to slowly wake his body up, and to stretch himself after sleeping in an uncomfortable position. Aurora knows he's awake now, and begins to tidy up her area. The noise from both Aurora and Markus finally awaken the sleeping Eclair.
Eclair sits up in a half daze, her long curly hair now frizzy and unkempt in numerous areas. She sees Aurora already putting her belongings away, and starts to copy her actions. She isn't really paying attention and yawns constantly through the process. Markus has a wry smile from watching her, but soon decides he needs to also get ready.
Aurora suddenly flies up and nearly comes up to Markus' face. With a cool stare, she says “Non mouent.” Her right arm begins to glow as bands of symbols appear. Markus quickly realizes what's about to happen.
Aurora's right hand then touches the forehead of Markus. The translation magic once again causes immense pain, crumpling him to the floor. A few minutes pass before the pain subsides. Now Markus knows what Jonathan meant at Little Creek. Aurora can wield magic too.
The early morning is occupied with everyone gathering their belongs, and preparing for the next journey to Montillo. Eclair and Aurora have their bags ready, and have now started equipping their armor and weapons. Markus meanwhile is already wearing his combat vest, and is digging through his backpack.
Markus is hungry, and a good meal would start the day right. He remembered a few MRE packs that should be inside the backpack. When he finds one, he grabs it and pulls it out onto the floor. He then stops moving while looking inside the backpack.
“Oh my god! Dan... you son of a bitch. Why didn't you tell me you put the Tannerite in my bag!?” Markus yells loudly to himself. He can't help shaking his head in disbelief at the discovery.
“What's... Tanrite?” Eclair asks curiously from behind. She's stubbornly getting her sword and belt adjusted correctly. Aurora and herself are now just finishing the last touches of their preparations.
“Tannerite. It's an explosive. I've been walking around with four pounds of explosives on my back this entire time.” Markus replies. He grabs one of the plastic containers and shows it to the fairies. “This is it. This container is two pounds and I have another in the bag that's the same.”
“Ha... ha... Seriously? Is it really dangerous?” Eclair asks with some concern in her voice. Even Aurora has stopped what she's doing to cautiously look at the container.
“Well... ya, but you can only set it off by shooting it.” Markus says, and then suddenly starts bouncing the plastic container in the air. Eclair and Aurora immediately take a few nervous steps backwards. “It's fine. Tannerite is very stable. It won't go off even if you drop it, smash it, or even burn it.”
Markus bounces the container one last time before putting it back inside the backpack. He then turns back and smiles at the girls. They just glare at him. It was obvious they didn't appreciate his joking around.
“Alright. Sorry.” Markus says softly. He then grabs the MRE on the floor and waves it around. “Look, lets have some food. It has chicken and other goodies.”
The mood lightens once the meal is ready and everyone starts eating. The entire time the fairies kept asking Markus about MRE's. They were especially amazed by the flameless heater to cook the food. Markus was glad to answer their curiosity. He explained rations for soldiers back home, and numerous uses they provided along with their long shelf life.
When the group finished eating, the girls placed their bags inside Markus' backpack before he loaded it on his back. Trash was thrown outside in a designated pile and everyone was set to leave. Markus put his shooting gloves back on, and grabbed his rifle. He walked out the wooden door of the cabin with the fairies hovering right behind him.
It's early morning, with the sunlight beaming through the cave entrance and the skylights above. The air is cool and fresh compared to the cabin. Markus starts to walk forward, but stops to take a look right.
At the far end of the cavern walls, a large archway leading deeper into the cave can be seen. He thinks back to the previous night, of all the sounds and voices he heard. No doubt many secrets still remained in the area.
“Hey Aurora, whats through that archway over there?” Markus asks.
“Nothing really. The bulk of the dwarven fort ruins are there, but they've been picked clean and explored for ages.” Aurora replies back. “We can look real quick since we have all day to reach Montillo now.”
Markus is already walking in that direction before Aurora finishes talking. The group moves together, passing under the archway. Immediately to the right of everyone, a large pond can be seen illuminated by natural skylights in the ceiling. A beautiful image of a sleeping bear sits carved into the rock wall above the pond. It's intricate details are elegant, left undamaged by time and weather.
Moving further along, Markus sees the remains on numerous homes and buildings within the large cave. More skylights above provide plenty of sunlight as they explore. The ruins are mostly of stone, all badly damaged and strewn all over the ground. Many are simply foundations or low walls now.
Markus wanders into various side passages leading to small plazas or tiny neighborhoods of homes. It's quiet as everyone simply observes the remains of this forgotten fort. Occasionally, a nearly intact building is found, sometimes with roofs or portions missing.
Quickly, the end is reached, as the group arrives in front of a large stone building at the very back of the cave. The building has large pillars up front, and a large door opening. Markus moves first, walking into the building. Inside, he only finds a large, empty square room. Whatever interior it had has long since been looted or destroyed. The fairies spread out while exploring the building, everyone looking at details, carvings, and other interesting items.
“Hey! I found something!” Aurora yells out. She's at the back wall of the building, which is built directly into the cave. Eclair and Markus soon walk over to see what she's found.
They're now all located to the far left of the back wall. Aurora points to a hole in the wall, just a few inches above Markus' head. She then says “There's a room or passage behind this wall. I'm sure of it. Markus can you give me a light.”
Markus grabs his vest flashlight, flicks it on, and points it nearly inside the hole. Aurora grips her spear with both hands, and squeezes her body into the hole. A minute passes without anything from Aurora, which makes Markus and Eclair a little anxious. Finally, she returns with excitement.
“There is a room and a passage! I see a lot of things inside, but... something bad must of happened inside. There are a lot of skeletons in there.” Aurora says with concern. Her words cause Eclair to fly up and peer inside the hole herself.
“She's right...” Eclair says out loud. “I wonder what happened, but there must be valuable things.”
Markus remembers the words from last night, from a voice he could not explain. The sounds of clashing metal from last night also flood his mind. He ponders to himself as he holds up the flashlight. Would there be ramifications for what he's about to do? Too much would be left unexplained if he left now. He quickly decides on what to do next.
“Girls, I'm going to blow up the wall.” Markus says with committed voice. “I can't just leave something like this alone. Let's find out what's inside.”
Aurora and Eclair look at each other. They realize Markus is serious, but they can't help feeling excited too. They give him approving nods, and fly out of the hole. Everything is thinking the same thing now. What's inside?
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The trees grew sparser and the underbrush thicker as Manco and Cordelia moved toward the edge of the forest.
Before long, the air began to fill with the noises of insects, birds, and other nocturnal creatures. The burbling and sloshing of running water could also be heard.
After several more minutes of walking, they exited the forest.
"Let's go up there to get our bearing!" Manco said, gesturing at a small hill in front of them.
A quick climb took them to the top of the hill, where he scanned the area. The area they were now in was a mix between a hilly region and grassland terrain. Stretching as far as the eye could see was a vast expanse of land filled with grasses, flowers, and herbs, broken up by the occasional shrubs, wooded trees, and low, gently sloping hills. To their left, a massive river, identified by the map as the Aegis River, cut across the land and weaved its way between the hills.
A gentle breeze blew towards them, carrying the scent of a variety of flowers and causing the grass and shrubs to gently sway. At a distance, a swarm of fireflies swirled the air. The night was quiet save for the sounds of crickets and the rustling of leaves. On the cloudless sky, the east moon shone brightly, illuminating everything in a faint blue glow.
"It's beautiful!" Cordelia whispered. She stood still, trying to take in everything.
"Eh. It's alright," Manco shrugged indifferently.
He couldn't remember the last time he simply took his time to admire the scenery.
Back when he started playing Epoch of Liberty, he was also captivated by the views. He often caught himself watching the sunsets over the seas or looking at bustling settlements from high vantage points.
Over time, as the game took over his life, he paid less and less attention to the sceneries until they barely registered to him.
Many people play this game for simple pleasures like this: just wandering and enjoying the views. He used to dream of a day where he could do the same without worrying about earning money.
When that dream finally came true, when he had more than he could possibly spend, he'd lost everything else…
"Sorry about that! I was kinda distracted!" Cordelia said, breaking his reverie, "Shall we?"
"It's okay. Let's go!"
Descending the hill, they moved east, parallel to the river. The walk was uneventful. They traveled quickly, unharassed by any creatures.
As they climbed atop another hill, they saw Broken Hill about one kilometer away. The place was next to a bridge crossing Aegis river's narrowest section.
"We're almost there!" Cordelia cheered, then stopped and sniffed the air "Eww! Is that…?"
"Cow manure, yes. They range in this area. C'mon!" Manco replied, "And watch your step!"
Following the cattle trail, they eventually reach Broken Hill.
Across the river lied a solid stone bridge, large enough for three wagons to stand side by side. On the other end of the bridge was a fortified gate made of stone and wood. It was only possible to cross the bridge when the gate was opened. On both sides of the bridge stood high wooden walls with a watch tower every two dozen meters.
"That's not a village!" Cordelia snorted.
"Yes. It's more like a town. But who cares?" Manco shrugged.
They crossed the bridge and approached the gate. After briefly inspecting them, the guards let them in.
Broken Hill was at least four times as large as Mistwood Village. It had a roughly rectangular shape.Two main streets divided it into four quarters. At the ends of each main street were four main gates. Currently Manco and Cordelia was at the west gate.
The place was quiet mostly. It being early morning, most of the houses and shops were closed with the exception of a few taverns.
*Wham!*
A tavern door burst open and a few drunkards stumbled out. They walked down the street, leaned on each other, then began singing a strange song and giggling every now and then.
"Are your friends still on?" Manco asked Cordelia.
"Let me check. Yes! They're still here!" She fell silent for a moment as she chatted with someone, "They've just been back from hunting. They said they'd meet me in about ten minutes."
"I'm setting my respawn point here. You should do the same. Wanna stop by an inn?"
"Sure!"
Consulting the minimap, Manco directed the both of them to an inn called 'Sleepy Hollow.' It was a small place in a quiet alley, not too distant from the essential facilities but was discreet enough for players who wished for a less noisy place.
They headed inside where each booked a room and set their corresponding respawn spots. After that, they sat at a table and ordered two meals. As the sleepy waitress dragged her feet into the kitchen, Cordelia drank from her water skin while Manco tried the local ale.
"So. Here we are." Manco said, holding out his hand. "Good luck!"
"Eh?" She was surprised, but quickly gathered herself, "Ah, yes. Thank you for accompanying me here, for teaching me the basics of the game. Thank you for everything, basically," after a pause, she added, "except for the part with the vines, of course."
"Haha, of course," he chuckled.
They were silent, each pursuing their own thoughts. Then Cordelia sighed.
"What's wrong?" Manco asked.
"I...," she hesitated, "I probably won't join them."
"You won't? Why?"
"While we were traveling, I thought about it. I played with them for a whole month. It was… unpleasant, to put it mildly. They were yelling at me all the time. And most of the things I picked up were bad habits and incorrect knowledge."
"Did you meet them while playing beta?"
"No, we knew each other in real life."
"You're not close, I take it?"
"Not anymore. We used to live in the same neighborhood and hang out in middle school, before I moved away. I haven't seen them in years."
"Huh, then why'd you guys play together?"
"One of them contacted me and gave me a beta pass."
"Uh, why would they do that, if they don't even like you?" This was getting more confusing by the minute.
"No, it's... complicated. The one contacting me, he was the one I was closest to back then. He still remembered how much I love this kind of games..."
"I see... So you got a plan yet? After this?"
"Umm... Not yet. I guess I'll wander the place, find stuff to do, make new friends. Anything, really! I just want to enjoy this game!"
After a pause, she asked: "What about you? What's your plan?"
"I, uh..." Manco paused as he considered his words. He had a plan for next week, next month, and the next few months even.
But what's his biggest purpose for playing this game? Is he even able to achieve it? Would there be any point to?
He shook his head. Those were questions he didn't want to think of right now.
"What, is it too big of a secret to tell me?" She asked teasingly, "You could just tell me to mind my own business."
"No, I mean... I'm looking for someone. A few someones, actually."
"Your acquaintances?"
"You could say that."
"Are they like mine?"
"I guess…"
"Oh…" her voice trailed off, then she announced, "They're at the south gate. I'm off to see them now!" She stood up, and put a few gold coins down at the table: "My treats! Thanks for everything!"With that, she ran out the door.
"Keep the change!" Manco said to the waitress, who just brought out two trays filled with food, then ran out after Cordelia.
Keeping to the shadow, he trailed her as she made her way to the south gate.
Outside the gate was a large field, with a forest visible at a distance. Six figures, two females and four males, were standing around Cordelia.
As it was too far away, he couldn't make out what was being said. However, from their gestures and facial expressions, the group of six, especially the girl standing directly in front of Cordelia, was getting increasingly agitated.
Then, without warning, one male player behind Cordelia rushed at her and stabbed both his daggers at her neck. Both attacks connected. Without missing a beat, he unleashed a flurry of stabs and slashes, killing her within seconds.
〔A member in your party, Cordelia, has been killed.〕 As if to clear up any doubts, a notification confirmed what just happened.
"Well, that escalated quickly!" Manco scowled and began looking for a way to approach the group unseen.
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Hey guys, Liron here.
First of all, thank you all for reading this novel. Writing it was hard, but it was a blast. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Well, Volume 1 - "Ashes of the Abyss" ends here. I am sorry the release schedule was not consistent, but I have been very busy with college and other RL stuff. As some of you may know, WoS was actually first published in another site and Book 1 was completed in January. I took a break to edit it and plan Book 2 - "A Dream of Youth". What you guys see here is the edited version, by the way.
Anyway, planning for Book 2 is also done, so I will start publishing it here soon, probably at a steady rate of 1-2 chapters per week. I would appreciate if you guys could take a few minutes of your time to write an honest review for Book 1. I appreciate all feedback, even if it is negative. All I ask is for you guys to explain properly the points you eventually make in the reviews so I can see where I might have screwed up and improve.
That is all for now. Thank you all for the support.
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It was a very spacious room, whose location only the four Protectors and the High Elders knew of. The floor was ashen-grey, and the walls were of a dark red that seemed to be pulsating with light. There was a faint glow coming from them, as if they were made with lava.
"We started announcing the Promotion Competition as requested." A man said in a grave voice. He had one knee on the ground and a respectful look on his face.
He had black eyes and hair, and the air around him seemed to be frozen. It was almost as if he was enveloped in a bubble, and everything inside it was full of bone-chilling coldness. A faint mist swirled around him, and his black clothes were covered with frost.
This man was naturally none other than Lawrence Meyer, whose arrogance knew little to no bounds. There was only one man he would kneel to, and that man was sitting in front of him, in a twisted and distorted throne made with charred wood placed atop a small golden platform.
Hanging from the throne was a sword sheathed in a blood-red scabbard. The scabbard was glossy, looking like colored glass. The black guard had the form of a cross, and an eye-catching red gem that looked like an eye was embedded in it.
It was a discrete sword, seemingly very common, but Lawrence knew better. This was the legendary Crimsonroar, the companion sword of the Founder himself. It was made with the best materials in the world, and was the strongest artifact they had in the sect.
Only the Sect Masters could wield this sword, which was the greatest symbol of their position. Lawrence couldn't help but give the sword a wistful look, but managed to contain himself.
The man sitting on the throne had short brown hair and clear eyes. He wore red silk clothes perfectly fitting for him, decorated with intricate designs made with golden strings. His features were sharp and his expression was amicable. Even so, Lawrence could only feel uncomfortable as he sensed the terrifying aura that leaked from the man.
The man was looking somewhat distracted as he couldn't stop moving a shiny dagger between his fingers. It had an incredibly lustrous blade that seemed to produce its own light.
"Very good." Lars Borgin nodded as he looked at Lawrence kneeling in front of him. The dagger never stopped moving. "Our sect has been on decline for a few decades now. We need to invest in the future. Even if the winners are nothing much, the resources they obtain can be used in their descendants, and, eventually, the sect will harvest the benefits."
"It will also be good for the Elders to scout hidden talents in the Outer Sect. Even if the requirements for reaching the Inner Sect are quite loose, we have too few disciples there." Borgin said as he stroked his chin with his free hand.
"It is as sir says." Lawrence nodded, looking at the ground.
"I heard something happened to Daniel a few weeks ago…" Borgin gazed at Lawrence as he said that, and the disgust Lawrence showed in his face didn't escape his eyes.
"It was taken care of." Lawrence said gritting his teeth. Borgin only let out a sigh hearing that.
"Forget it, you'll handle things as you wish." Borgin looked at the ceiling for a moment, thinking. "You are dismissed."
Lawrence gave a bow and rose to leave the room. Borgin stared at the ceiling the whole time, his right hand still holding the dagger. With his left hand, he lightly caressed the left armrest of the throne, feeling the crisp texture in his fingers.
"Tell Old Lu he can come in." Borgin said before Lawrence left. Borgin was lost in thought. He looked at the dagger in his hands with a frown. It was a very strange story.
As he was thinking, an old man slowly entered the room. His face was wrinkled and his hair was completely white. He stopped a few meters away from the throne and gave a deep bow. Then, he kneeled with some difficulty.
"Sect Master Borgin." Old Lu greeted as he looked down.
"Tell me about the kid Jake brought to Sky Reach Village." Borgin demanded with a deep voice. Old Lu felt a chill running down his spine.
Old Lu lowered his head even further and started shivering as he spoke. "It was Amon Kressler, sir. Miss Karen brought him to Sky Reach Restaurant."
"I recognized him with a glance, but decided to keep quiet. They chatted for a while and he asked for rice cakes, as he always did when he lived in Sky Reach." Old Lu recounted the facts of that day. "He left soon after. Young master Jake paid Luke to take him to the Outer Sect."
Borgin closed his eyes as he heard Old Lu's report. "Anything noteworthy about him? Anything strange?" The dagger danced between his fingers, reflecting the light in his face.
Old Lu thought for a moment before saying with a trembling voice. "Y-yes… His hair was ashen-gray and his eyes were golden. I might be wrong, but he had black hair and eyes before."
"You are not wrong. Something changed on him the day Lloyd betrayed us." Borgin was frowning as he said that. He remembered the reports, but he had no idea what Lloyd had done to his son. Either way, it didn't seem to have taken much of an effect, as his talent was still low.
"Anything else?" Borgin frowned even further. "He was returning from the Scavenging. Did he have a treasure on him? A token? A pair of daggers?"
Old Lu was surprised at the question and seemed to be in a daze for a moment. His face paled as he grew nervous. Suddenly, he almost jumped from his position. "There is something, sir."
"Speak." Borgin ordered, his eyes shining. The dagger in his hand stopped moving.
"He had a sword strapped to his back." Old Lu said. He felt Borgin's stare on him, so he started telling details. "It had a black and silver sheath, and the guard was in the shape of a half-moon, with a red jewel on it. I have never seen Lloyd or Rebecca using anything like that, so I found it a bit strange, but didn't think too much into it."
"Is that all?" Borgin asked with a milder tone.
"Yes, sir. This is all I remember." Old Lu said as he bowed so deeply that his forehead touched the ground.
"Very well. You did a good job." Borgin said as he started moving the dagger again. "You may leave."
Old Lu stood up and gave a deep bow before he left the room.
Borgin was left alone, playing with the dagger in his hands. It was very interesting piece. It had a simple design, but the blade was forged with danasian steel, what made it very precious. Borgin could melt this dagger and its pair and make a new high-grade artifact.
He looked at the golden words that shone above the doorway to this room. As he did that, he started caressing the charred armrest of the throne again.
Legends say that Arthur Royce, the Founder, made this throne when he finished building the sect. He used the wood from the Ashen Heart Tree to build a beautiful, magnificent throne worthy of a king.
The first thing he did when the throne was finished was to set it on fire. He sat on it as the flames blazed and the wood cracked, deforming the once beautiful seat. Then, gazing at the few onlookers preset in the room, he said, "You all know the price we paid for this. We must not be captivated by the beauty of power; we must be disgusted by it."
These words were engraved on the wall opposing the throne, so whoever sat there would see it every time they gazed ahead. A reminder from the greatest cultivator in history to his successors. Still, this was no more than a legend. No one would know the truth, or at least that was what most would think.
There was one existence in the Abyss Sect who knew the truth because he had been there in that very moment. He had accompanied Arthur for most of his life, and Arthur left the true control of the sect to him.
"Nemeus." Borgin called as he frowned. "What do you think?"
The scarlet sword hanging from the throne flashed, and the air distorted as a figure materialized in front of him.
It was an incredibly tall man, with messy flaming red hair that reached his waist like a mane, and a body so full of muscles one would wonder how he reached that point. His features were crude, and his scarlet eyes were filled with wisdom, but also had a savage glint, like a cunning beast.
"I was right." The towering man said with a deep voice that seemed to reach to the depths of one's mind. "I'll have to keep an eye on Amon Kressler."
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"I want Amon Skoller to be allowed into the Hellblaze Secret World." Lya asked while staring at Nemeus without blinking.
"How do you know of it?" Nemeus asked, raising a brow.
"I saw the Ashen Heart Tree." Lya answered simply.
That was enough. The Ashen Heart Tree was no common tree, after all. Its purpose was to serve as an anchor and a gateway. The Ashen Heart Tree was the bridge that connected this world to the Hellblaze Secret World. Without it, finding the spatial coordinates of the Hellblaze Secret World would be nigh impossible.
"There are rules I must follow, Lya." Nemeus sent her a sharp glance as his scarlet eyes started burning with a ferocious light. "Some of them regard the Hellblaze Secret World. Others are even more important and have no relations to it at all."
"One of such rules is not allowing Soul Cultivation." Nemeus said in a clearly threatening tone as he bared his fangs.
"Are you going to ruin that child because of something that happened four hundred years ago?" Lya asked as her face turned cold. The air around her seemed to freeze as she faced Nemeus.
"I will ruin Amon Kressler because of the threat he is to the peace we achieved!" Nemeus roared, baring his fangs as his hair stood on end, looking like a flaming mane.
"You said so yourself, he is not Alexei!" Lya retorted coldly. Her blue eyes glowed with a dangerous light as she looked at Nemeus.
"Yes, and I'll be sure that he never even comes close to resembling him!" Nemeus didn't back down, roaring again and making the dark room quake violently. Lya was unfazed at his display, her aura turning even colder.
"That is my responsibility to take, not yours!" She shouted back, her cold face distorting into a mask of rage.
"How can I trust you?" Nemeus asked, almost growling at her. The room quaked even more, and the walls started making faint cracking sounds.
"How can you not trust me?" Lya asked indignantly.
She had betrayed Alexei when she thought he had been wrong. She clearly never denied that he had been wrong in the conflict and she was raising Amon Kressler into a Sword Cultivator with care. It was obvious that, more than anyone else, Lya wanted Amon to be different from Alexei.
Nemeus stood in silence for a long time as he looked at Lya carefully. Like a predator sizing up an invader in his territory, he gazed at her. More than anything, however, Nemeus seemed conflicted. He closed his scarlet eyes and his beastly expression eased somewhat. He pondered for a long time, before eventually looking at Lya again.
"This will even out our debt." He said in his deep voice.
For him, the trouble he would be going through to overlook Amon Kressler's cultivation was a price equal to what Lya had paid four hundred years ago. Naturally, Lya disagreed.
"A life can only be paid with a life. This has no relations to the debt." She said with an emotionless voice.
Nemeus owed her because she had saved Arthur's life. Overlooking Amon Kressler's cultivation had no relation to it. That was a matter of the clash of the past and the present. That was a matter of Arthur Royce's arrogance. Furthermore, Lya herself would deal with her mistake if Amon ever walked the same path Alexei Vine did.
"About the rules, I'll make sure he meets the requirements." She continued, not giving Nemeus time to think too deeply. "I am not asking you to give everything inside it to him, just to let him in."
"Even if I allowed it, there is a grave problem." Nemeus shook his head, his expression turning grave.
"The moment I open it, his father will know." He said as he raised his eyes to look at Lya. "The only reason he wasn't able to enter the Hellblaze Secret World yet was because I completely sealed it from our dimension."
"If I open that world for the Hellblaze Trials, I cannot guarantee that Amon Kressler will leave that place safely."
"I will be with him." Lya answered bluntly. She would take responsibility for Amon Kressler.
Nemeus pondered on how to act. Lloyd had stolen a Hellblaze Gateway, a tool that could create a secondary passage to the Hellblaze Secret World. It was made for emergencies only, and it was intimately connected to the Ashen Heart Tree.
The moment Nemeus found out what Lloyd had stolen, he sealed the Secret World from this dimension. He sealed the object that acted as the dimensional anchor and the primary gateway, the Ashen Heart Tree. That way, only when the seal was lifted would the Hellblaze Gateway be able to function properly again.
Lifting the seal would mean Lloyd Kressler would act. This would both be a risk and an opportunity. Doing so, Nemeus would have a chance to find out exactly what Lloyd wanted from the relics Arthur had left behind, and possibly deduce his intentions from that.
Adding to that, the timing was in his own hands. Nemeus would have enough time to make the proper preparations.
Having reached a conclusion, he looked at Lya again.
"I'll give Amon Kressler six months." He said as his eyes blazed. "He must reach the late stages of Body Tempering by then."
"I will make it happen." Lya slowly nodded
"Also… there will be a total of fifty cultivators entering the Hellblaze Secret World, ten from each one of the Five Sacred Sects." Nemeus' look was intense as he sent Lya a meaningful glance. "Those were the rules that Master set. Even if Amon Kressler goes inside, I don't know if he can get anything."
"We both know that the Trials are not decided by strength." Lya argued.
Arthur Royce had envisioned the Hellblaze Trials long ago. It would be a series of challenges directed at young cultivators, trying to measure their willpower, intelligence and heart. Appropriate rewards would be given according to the results.
That is, if the results were in line with what Arthur Royce considered ideal in cultivators. Especially in the Trial of the Heart, that was an in-depth analysis of one's psyche and mindset.
"That is exactly why I am saying this." Nemeus shook his head, making his mane-like hair seem even messier. "I don't know if he has the right mindset to partake the Trials."
"I can't deny that." Lya looked down with an unfocused look, in deep thought. "In that case, I'll need another favor."
Nemeus furrowed his brows, but did not deny her.
"Allow him to leave the Outer Sect for some time." She asked to Nemeus.
His brows furrowed even more as he heard those words. There was only one reason he could think of as to why Lya would want to take Amon Kressler outside.
"Are you sure about this?" His gaze could pierce through stone as he confronted Lya.
"I am." Lya nodded without hesitation.
Nemeus could only sigh as he looked at her with a weary gaze.
"So be it." He said as his figure started fading. "Remember, Lya. Six months."
---
"Haaa!" Amon shouted as he swung Windhowler. A bright layer of light covered its blade, condensed in the form of an incredibly sharp edge. It glowed with a pale light that reflected in his golden eyes and made his ashen hair look like silver.
The sword almost noiselessly cut through the air at each movement Amon made, a stark contrast to the first time he properly wielded. As he performed the stances and moves of the Fundamentals of the Sword, Windhowler left a trail of light in its wake, surrounding Amon in its pale glow.
Seeing this, Lya couldn't help but remember her talk with Nemeus. The way she looked at Amon now was different. In less than a month, he was already managing to control Sword Qi to this level. It was still an embryonic form of Sword Qi, and the control in itself was also incredibly rustic, but Amon was able to do it at will.
"His is starting to learn faster and faster." She mumbled to herself.
This shouldn't be surprising, given that Amon was a Soul Cultivator, but even the rate at which his soul was growing was unexpected.
"He has talent for it." Lya finally managed to see it. She saw beyond the shroud of his tender age and unstable emotions, beyond his tormented past and his passiveness. Amon Skoller had true talent for Soul Cultivation.
"You are ready, Amon." She managed to say, even if still somewhat absent-minded.
His Sword Qi was in the embryonic stage. His will to kill was not deep, and his resolve was shallow. He needed something to strive for. He needed to see the wonders and dangers of what True Sword Qi could bring.
It was time to take him to the Sword Abyss.
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Aether
This will be updated as more and more (important) characters are introduced. These images are subject to copyright. The cover image, however, is not owned by me.
Main character: Taiyang Tianshang
Age: 24 (after timeskip)
Name: Elder Baise
Age: 10, 000 +
The Two Siblings: Yingyue (elder sister) & Qiao Nan (younger brother)
Age: 11 and 9 respectively (before timeskip)
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Anne 1 - 40%
Yes. Yes. Hell yes.
I mean, what else do I choose. It is the clear choice, and once I did, Anne’s eyes somehow burst with a look of courage
“Prince?” Anne looks at me with those, sparkly eyes. The candlelight flickers, and the background quiet. The cozy room is drenched in shades of yellow and brown from the candle fire. It’s… eerie, but also kind of romantic.
I smile, I still feel tipsy from the beer earlier, I unbutton the top highest button on my shirt, so I feel less… hot. Is this going to go the way I think it will?
Ah, lets just go with the flow.
“Emmmm… Prince…?” Her lips twitch for a flicker of a moment, then she smiles back at me.
“Yes, Anne?” I use my fingers to support her chin, and lightly push her face upward so our faces look at each other directly, about two to three feet apart.
“Do you… what do… what do you think of me?” Her voice comes out a little shy.
After she says it, she blushes.
It looks as if she musters up the entirety of her courage to say it. Maybe she has always had a crush on me? Memories of Prince Carlos flood my mind.
I stare at her, our eyes meet, and she blushes. I, Prince Carlos, am relatively good looking, I would rate myself a 7/10, if I look in the mirror. I am no dashing pop superstar but good enough. But anyway, lets not fawn over my isekai self, so I continue to stare at her features.
She’s pretty, with a lovely smile that would melt a cold heart. Her hair waves slightly from the breeze, an open window that somehow is not closed.
But maybe that's not what she’s asking for… is it?
During that moment as I ponder this question, some tooltips appear.
Option I - Talk about her strengths in administration, in helping you run the town.
Option II - Talk about her charm, about how you enjoy her company, and how she helped you settle into your new role
Ah… I think I pick option II. Sounds like to romantic choice. Inherited memories of Prince Carlos and Anne surfaces, and I suddenly have more words to say to her.
“Anne, I think you are pleasant to have around. I really enjoy your company.”
She blushes. If she could get more red, she would. “...Really?”
She leans a little closer, and I can smell her faint perfume. Or is it just the smell of her hairwash?
“Yeah. I really do. I feel happy to see you…” Man, this otherworldly me is such a smooth talker. How come I don’t have such clarity of thoughts when I talk to girls in my own life?
She blushes, and she twiddles her fingers. “...and?”
“And I think you are very charming. You… and I would not have felt so comfortable in Loom without you. Leaving the capitol to find a gorgeous lady like you, waiting on me, is like a gift from the heavens.”
She blushes, her twiddling becomes faster. “Really… is that soo…”
My right hand touches her fingers, and I hold them gently. She somehow freezes.
“I think you are wonderful, Anne. Thank you for being with me, and helping me settle down into my role. It’s been really lovely, spending these past months with such a lovely lady like yourself.”
Affection checkpoint reached! Anne will learn the following skill when she sleeps tonight.
[Prince in shining armor - Passive - Double Prince’s combat stats when Anne is present. Stackable with other skills]
“Really…” Her face steams, and after enjoying the moment for about half a minute as our eyes gaze into each others souls, she shakes her head. Her left hand pinches herself on her thighs.
“You don’t believe me?” My face closes in.
We almost kiss, before she pulld back.
“.... you.. you are drunk, Prince. I… I… forgive me, I should not have asked.” Anne, her face still flushed, somehow starts to be nervous. Is this too much for her? Is she afraid this is moving too fast?
She stands and bows. But the smile on her face is not going away.
“I... I really enjoy your company too, my prince.”
She abruptly gives me a brief hug.
Then she steps few steps back. “Good night, my prince.”
Then she runs out. As she runs out, I lay on the bed and smile. She’s cute.
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15 - Orc 1
Arrows criss cross the jungle, as the men take aim at the orcs, and that one giant orc.
How did it get to this point?
Well. Sara left the village and started scouting, into the neighbouring nation’s territory (boundary laws in this time and age is rather loose, and people movement between nations is normal), and eventually bumped into a small group of orcs. At first, she did not engage, and merely continued her recon mission, and she soon spots a bigger band of orcs, about 60 of them.
The bigger band is actually under attack, from the army of the neighbouring friendly nation, and they have an army of about 100 men.
They manage to scatter and kill quite a lot of the orcs, but some are now fleeing towards our village.
So, Sara ran ahead to warn us, and we then moved to intercept the fleeing orcs.
Its relatively easy, to be honest. They are already wounded, and are being chased by an enemy force behind them. So all we had to do is hide, and cut them off as they approach us.
And this worked, for a while.
Until we bumped into the giant fleeing orc.
Large, green, angry, and flings a massive rock club, its ability to smack through stuff is ridiculous.
Its so big, we just did not dare to approach anywhere near its rampaging path, so we shot arrow after arrow after it.
But this exposed our positions, and the rest of the men had to retreat, else the rest of the orcs would attack.
So here we are, in a retreat-and-fire kind of maneuver, dodge that giant orc.
The giant orc smashes a tree.
Arrows just bounce off its skin. Seriously.
“Prince. We can’t run forever, I am going to engage it.” Adam shouts, changing to a sword. A few men rally around him.
“Uh, wait?” I try to look around, he’s right, we are running out of forest. Any further it will be the village, and that's not good. Too much collateral damage.
“Anne!” I shout, who’s running ahead of me. She turns, stops.
“Yes?”
“We are going to fight.”
“Ah.”
“Turn on that skill of yours!” I had previously ask her to turn it off, just so I know what my true un-skilled strength is.
She nods, blushes and the passive ability [Prince in Shining Armor] kicks in.
Then, I too activate my skill, [The Power of Love], which creates an aura around me, and somehow, boosts the strength of all the men, including Adam and Sara.
The giant orc charges at Adam, and he prepares for it, his hand on the sword, his grip sweaty.
[Grand Slash].
His sword glows yellow, and he cuts the giant orc. And the giant orc’s body is instantly severed in half. The rest of the orcs, now panic, and tries to run the other direction.
Adam, the rest of them give chase, and a while later, chased or killed the rest of them.
Ah. Easy! I like that. Maybe its just a warmup for me.
“Hmmm…” Adam walks over, looking quite satisfied. “What's that ability you used back there?”
“Ah.. its a passive boost thing…”
“Not bad. I felt much stronger when you used it.”
Somehow I felt kind of embarrassed, when Adam actually praised me. So I end up rubbing my own head a bit. “Ah… it was nothing much.”
“I think it’ll be useful someday.”
“Yeah. It will be.” I mean, that's what a passive support boost is for, right?
After some cleanup and checking the orcs for any loot, I found a few rather interesting bones and items on the giant orc. Ah. At this point, it seems I get full rights to the allocation of any collected loot. Benefits of being the prince, I suppose, if my siblings were here it would be a conflict.
War Gauntlet, Male Only, +4% affection, Yellow. Boosts attack.
2 x Bones of a basilisk, gift crafting material, (Yellow, Blue, Green, Red, White), Affection depends on end product.
4 x Drake Teeth, Gift crafting material, Yellow and green. Affection depends on end product
Small emerald. Green, +4% affection to green. Can be further processed. Affection boost is higher when set in jewelry.
Small aquamarine, Blue +4% affection to Blue. Can be further processed. Affection boost is higher when set in jewelry
Ooh nice.
“Adam, you can have the gauntlet.” Well, he’s been eyeing it for some time, so when I said it, he flashed a bg smile.
“You sure? You don’t want it for yourself?”
“Nah. I’ll have the bones, teeth and the gems. The men can split the rest of the loot.”
There’s also a some basic armor, some loose metal chains that the orcs carry, some rough axes and clubs, so that goes to the rest of them.
“It’s still kinda scary seeing a monster die like that.” Anne recounts the battle, shaking her head. “But if this is the future, I need to toughen up.” She smacks herself.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I will be. Just… need some time to get used to it.”
I pat her on the shoulder. “Yeah. You’re tough, right?”
She gives me a huge smile. “Yes.”
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The next village is a lot further, and took us two days to reach, so we spent a bit of time in camps. Its also because of the hilly terrain, which greatly slowed down our progress.
“It's a nice view though.” I say, admiring the hilly view, it reminds me of the alps villages. Vast lakes, surrounded by evergreen forests, with villages at the water’s edge.
“Yes it is.” Anne smiles, hiking up the trail next to me. She’s gotten over the incident, and is back to normal. “The village is further down here, no?”
Adam and another soldier nods. “Yes, yes. We should be there soon.”
Ah, a village. This one is about 200 in size, and thankfully, everyone is around for the big lunch party. I saw two Rank 3 villagers, one is a farmer, and the other is a blacksmith. They have non-combat roles, but the blacksmith is a very old lady, in her 50s I think, 60s even, but with muscles that put me and some of the soldiers to shame.
I feel intimidated standing right next to her.
Adam comes up, ah, just at the right time. “Hi, mom.”
“Oh hello-” Wait. What… “Mom?”
“Ah yes. This is my momma.” Adam gives the lady a huge hug, and the lady returns it. She’s incredibly fit, and when she smiles she looks like she is only in her 40s.
I feel awkward.
“Momma, this is Prince Carlos. My new superior.”
She rejects my hand, and gives me a hug. Ah, she is squeezing me. Wait, why is she squeezing me so hard?
“Ah. Momma, don’t do that, he’s a prince!” Adam blushes and looks awkward.
“You didn’t tell me you coming back!” Phew, I am free.
“Prince Carlos just decided to visit the villages, so I thought of giving you a surprise, momma!” Adam smiles, and he hugs the momma. The momma is bigger than him though.
“You still too damn skinny. Like you pops.”
“How’s pops.”
“His leg hurts, so he’s at home resting. Go see him.”
“Sure sure.”
Damn. If this lady is Adam’s mom, I’m not gonna recruit her.
Momma then pulls out Adam’s sword, and goes through it. “Ah.. good. Good work in keeping your sword well maintained.”
“Really?”
“No! You missed this spot. And your angle is wrong!”
“Ah… really????”
Hmmm. I should walk elsewhere. The mother and son are catching up, so I quickly grab a beer and walk elsewhere, to mingle with the rank 3 farmer instead.
“Hey, hi.” I smile, and greet the farmer, strangely, a young lady about my age. She has a nice scent, she looks like a cute country girl, with a large straw hat.
“Oh.. hello.” She blushes and shakes my hand, shyly.
“You are?”
“Nina. I’m a farmer… and I also raise some animals.” She blushes and turns sideways.
“Ah…” She’s really shy. “It’s okay.”
Nina, Level 6 Farmer & Cook, Rank 3, Yellow, 0%
Huh... She’s yellow, so when the waitress comes over with beer, I take two mugs.
Hmm, I try my luck. “Would you like to have beer with me?”
She pauses, thinks, and she does. After two or three sips, she smiles. “Ahhhh. I like beer. It’s made with local hops and wheats or barley. Feels good to taste the end result of our hard work.”
“You grow a lot of crops?”
“Yes yes, I have a farm next to the village, its not that big but I am doing quite okay so far. I have yet to try brewing beer though…”
“Fascinating. How are you preparing for the seasons?”
“Ahhh we ferment some of the local veggies with chilli, spices and salts, and store them in large jar buried in the ground.”
“Oooo.”
“You can taste them if you visit us during the season of snow. They are amazing when eaten right out of the jar.”
Hah. She may be a rank 3… but I guess her value to me right now is minimal. It’ll be better if I focus on getting combat roles first.
We chatter a bit more, and then we move on to other people, I speak to the local guardsmen, and they are actually part guardsmen, part farmers, part hunters. It seems they take up the guardsmen role because the regional authority (ie, me, indirectly) give them money.
Eventually, the party is over and I retreat to the village’s guesthouse. As I lie on the bed, I lament my bad luck. “Ah… I guess rank 4s are not gonna appear so easily after all.”
“Huh?” Anne pops up next to me, she sits on a chair next to the bed.
“Oh, hi Anne.”
“What were you talking to yourself about, Prince Carlos? What is this rank thing?”
“Ah.. its.. its nothing.” At this point, I need to explain that rank as a concept does not exist in this world, at least, to the natives. They do not perceive “rank”, and all they can see are levels, skills and jobs. But, I believe this rank thing is actually a mix of “potential and talent”. So, keeping this ability of mine secret, is valuable, else I may be captured to do weird things. “I was just mumbling about how I would rank myself.”
Anne then sits down next to me. “Well, I think you’re amazing. I’ve not heard of a prince going about… mingling with the villagers like you do.”
I laugh, “Pray that father and my brothers never hear of this.”
Anne’s face pales. “Ah… oh.”
“What.”
“I didn’t realise the king may be disagreeing with your actions.”
“Nah he won’t.” I smile back at Anne, and Anne breathes a sigh of relief. I push myself upright, to a sitting position, and reach for a small bowl of local fruits the villagers prepared.
It’s some kind of berries, and its tasty. I munch on another one, and then I realise Anne is staring.
“Why are you staring? You want one?” I take one of the berries and offer it to her.
“Ah.. ermm.” She’s being coy.
So I adjust my position, and lean closer, so the berry is right in front of her mouth. “Open up.”
She blushes, and she opens her mouth. I out the berry in.
*2 skillpoints gained*
“Prince Carlos…” She looks at me funny. Her face is red, is she feverish?
“Yes?”
“Those berries… do you know what they are?”
“No. No I don’t. I assume its a kind of snack.”
Anne blushes even more. “Its an… erm… aphrodisiac and erm… libido enhancer.”
Her face is burning red.
Ah.
Oh.
Oooooh!
“And we both just had it.”
Ooooo?
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With his mission done, Yuki collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. The surge of energy he had before had disappeared and left him in an even worse state than before.
‘But where did that energy come from?’ Yuki thought. ‘That wasn’t all from me.’
The other first years stood up slowly, in shock. Yuki turned his head toward them and they retreated backwards, scared, and went to check on the other elementalists that had fainted from Robert’s Gale Blade.
‘Ah,’ Yuki remembered. ‘I have blood on my face.’
He started to wipe it with the sleeve of his track jacket but a sudden yell distracted his attention.
[Yuki! Can you hear me!] Akira called out loudly.
‘Yes. Why are you yelling?’ Yuki asked.
[Oh thank god, I was so worried,] Akira sighed in relief. [Don’t ever block me again. Ever.]
Yuki was confused, he wasn’t blocking her at all. Then he realized that during the fight he wasn’t really paying much attention to himself. He might have ignored her calls then.
The fight.
His memory of what happened was hazy but it still left a deep impression on him. He had felt something for the first time in years. A raging unchecked anger had exploded out of him.
But when he searched within himself, he couldn’t find that anger anymore. All he could find was the dark and cold abyss that ate his emotions.
‘Ah well,’ Yuki said and brushed it off. He would have to keep a better check on himself, losing one’s self was not a good idea.
‘I wonder where that power came from?’ he wondered again.
[Ah um, I think it was from your necklace,] Akira replied.
‘My necklace,’ Yuki repeated thoughtfully. His hand reached to the stone attached to the silver chain around his neck.
The golden gemstone felt cool to his touch. Experimenting, Yuki released some of his residual mana and it, much like the martial arts manual he had used before, absorbed the mana. Then Yuki reached out to the gem and discovered a mana pool that dwarved his own. It was nearly empty but the capacity made his look like a kiddie pool.
‘That explains a lot,’ Yuki thought. It seems like he had reached toward this pool of mana instinctively when he was in his blind rage. Then he had used the mana from it to strengthen himself. But this didn’t explain another mystery.
Deep in thought, he tried to think of reasons why his earth magic had suddenly improved so dramatically. Mulling over this, a notification appeared in front of his eyes.
[The Skill {Dance of the Dragons} Has Unlocked A Branch. {Earth Dragon Lv. 1} Has Been Unlocked.]
‘Hmm? What’s this?’ he thought. In his mind he watched as a mini version of himself performed a new technique. It resembled the original Dance of the Dragons but had some major differences. The most obvious was a golden brown aura that surrounded this mental Yuki. The aura seemed to be energizing Yuki as he slashed and stabbed imaginary enemies. The fighting style had become more graceful, a beautiful dance of death. He continued to watch this, analyzing every detail.
‘Mhm,’ he thought after a while. ‘This seems quite overpowered.’
Looking back at his hazy memories, Yuki saw the same golden aura shine around himself. It seemed that he had used the Earth Dragon branch on instinct as well, the power to do so being given by the stone on his necklace.
‘It seems that losing control of myself can lead to some interesting discovers,’ Yuki remarked.
[Yuki.]
Akira called to him again. But her voice was tight and confused.
‘Yes? Is something wrong?’ Yuki asked.
[I just felt an abnormal surge of mana,] she said. [I don’t know who it came from, but the source is very close to you.]
Yuki looked around but couldn’t find anything that stood out. The other first years were still helping the unconscious Aether elementalists. All of the monsters had either died or retreated. And the dead body of the Shikaku member was still lying there next to him dead.
‘Wait,’ Yuki thought with his brows furrowed.
Yuki looked more closely to the corpse of the man. Although it was faint, Yuki could see a heat haze being given off by the body. The skin, which should have been becoming pale and cold, was still red.
‘Akira, what’s happening?’ he asked in a serious tone.
[I don’t understand it any better than you, Yuki,] she replied tersely. [But I do know that the surge is getting stronger.]
Yuki’s mind raced, trying to piece together the clues given to him. A red body that is giving off heat. A body that belonged to a now dead fire elementalist. A fire elementalist that warned Yuki before his death that the battle wasn’t over.
‘Ahh,’ Yuki realized. ‘This might be bad.’
[Yuki! The body!] Akira warned.
Yuki refocused on the dead body and saw immediately what Akira was warning him about. The eyes were glowing a bright red the skin had become an unhealthy shade of scarlet. It looked as if the corpse was about to explode.
“This is bad,” Yuki calmly said.
The other people in the hangar also noticed the odd light that was being emitted from the body. Curious, they approached where Yuki was lying on the ground.
“Yuki-chan? What’s going on?” Sayuri asked, walking towards him.
Yuki stuck out his hand, signaling them to stop. But before he could warn them, he felt a sudden rise in temperature and on instinct reached for the last drops of his mana. A granite dome tore out of the ground and encased him and the glowing body behind him. Then as Yuki fainted from the exertion of creating the wall, the last thing he saw was a flash of blinding white and heard the resounding boom of an explosion that shook his soul.
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The next day, the whole of Aether was gathered outside in the drenching rain. Before them were seven cold tombstones, each the resting place for a brave soldier that had died fighting for them.
They all remembered the events of that mournful day. The sudden attack of the monsters. The battle that ensued. The deaths of their comrades.
But the ones that suffered the most were the ones that had witnessed what had happened after.
Under the shadows of the storm clouds above, Aaron, Tracy, Leo, and Sayuri stared at the grave of one person. With the rain dripping down their faces, they remembered the life of the one that sacrificed himself to save them. The rain was replaced with the downpour of their hearts as they recalled the last moments they had together.
The wall of rock. The explosion that followed. Them being knocked backwards by the shockwave and the being bombarded by rocks and scorching heat. The dust clearing to reveal the disappearance of their savior who seemed to have been incinerated by the blast.
“We’re pathetic,” Aaron growled, his eyes misty. “We’ve trained and trained but we couldn’t even kill a monster.”
The others could only look down, not wanting to meet Aaron’s gaze. Sayuri covered her face, shaking.
“He was my first friend in years,” she sniffed. “Everyone else only ever found me to be annoying. And now he’s dead because of me.”
Her tears began to mix with the rain.
“I shouldn’t have went up to him that time,” she bawled. “I shouldn’t have asked questions then. Now he’s dead because of that.”
Tracy hugged her tightly, burying her face into her shoulder. Sayuri turned her head and did the same.
“We’ll get stronger,” Leo said, his eyes filled with resolve. “We’ll get stronger and not let Yuki’s sacrifice go to waste.”
And at that moment, the four made a vow. A vow to not let the life of their friend and savior be wasted. A vow to improve themselves so that the next time they would be the ones saving.
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“Doctor! Doctor!” a man yelled, running into the building that served as the office of the village’s only physician.
“Yes?” the doctor asked, looking up with an eyebrow raised. She was reading paperwork that related to the last patient she had.
“In the fields,” the man gasped, panting for air. “In the fields there is a person. Their condition looks bad.”
Immediately the doctor’s expression changed, her eyes furrowing and her mouth frowning.
“Take me there right away,” she ordered rising up from her sit.
The man nodded and started to speed toward the direction of the fields, the doctor following closely. A few minutes later, they arrived. In the middle of the grassy meadow, a body was laying still.
The doctor rushed over to check on the person and turned them over. She placed her hand on the person’s wrist and with her other hand began to wave it over the body of the person. Mana was released from her hand, analyzing the body.
“Their mana is nearly depleted. Slight burns on the face and arms, but nothing too severe,” she muttered to herself. “If we treat them right away, they’ll be fine.”
With a sigh of relief, she picked up the body and carried it like a baby back to her office. On the way there, a silver necklace slipped out of the person’s shirt and hung from their neck. A shining brown jewel hanging from the chain.
FriendlyDragon
The real story begins now.
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“Boss, your battle is up next,” the voice of Uriel whispered into his right ear.
“Thank you,” Yuki replied and opened his eyes.
When he did this, he immediately noticed the gazes of a multitude of people that rested on him. He stared back at them and they turned away.
‘It seems that me being a human attracted some attention,’ he thought. ‘That or my meditating.’
Yuki ignored them and went to the exit of the waiting room. He was stopped before he could leave by a man that wore a black suit and sunglasses.
“May I have you identification?” the man asked politely.
Yuki said nothing and showed his watch to the man. A virtual identification card appeared and the man in the suit scanned with a device. Once he was satisfied, he opened the door that led out to the arena. Yuki nodded toward him and walked through the exit.
“Good luck,” the man said as he walked by.
When he reached the center of the arena the entire stadium quieted. Yuki looked to the other side of the circular battlefield and found his opponent. It was a male elf with red hair that walked with a confident strut. His eyes locked onto Yuki’s and a smirk appeared on his face.
‘Looking down on me,’ Yuki noted. ‘I should be able to end this quickly then.’
“The next battle of the day is an exciting one!” the voice of the mc yelled out. His voice echoed throughout the entire arena. “We have George Parsh, a second year elf from the Academy. He’s been long suspected to be among the top ten percent of his class. On the other side, we have our school’s first ever human student!”
Yuki heard the murmurs of the audience at these words.
“Yuki Mayumi is a first year student and of a rare class,” the mc continued. “He’s the first year's only support class, a Buffer! And now, let’s get ready for the fight!”
Before Yuki, a dice appeared before him in a puff of smoke. Yuki grabbed it and examined it. It was a normal dice with six sides, but instead of dots it had symbols. The symbols were of a hand, a staff, a bow, a sword, a dagger, and a wand that had sparks coming out of it.
‘This is going to be easy.’
“May the combatants please roll the dice that was just given to them,” the voice echoed. “The side that it lands on will determine how this combatant will fight. Will it be with a weapon? Unarmed? Magic? Let’s let luck decide!”
George rolled his first, the dice bouncing around on the ground until it stopped and exploded in a fiery boom. A symbol of a sword blazed in the sky for everyone to see. Then where the dice had exploded, a sword hovered in the air. George grabbed it and swung it around with a practiced arm.
‘A swordsman,’ Yuki assumed. ‘Not that it matters.’
Yuki rolled his and the dice exploded. The symbol of a hand shined in the air and no weapon was given to Yuki. He would be fighting unarmed.
“Now that the weapons have been decided, let us begin!” the mc announced. “May the combatants go to their designated areas.”
Yuki turned around and walked into the blue circle that was engraved into the dirt ground. George went to the red circle that was opposite to him.
“Ready!”
Yuki narrowed his eyes and slowed his breathing. He watched George from afar and observed his every move.
“Set!”
Relaxing his muscles, Yuki prepared for the inevitable first attack. Based on the way George’s legs and body was position, he was gearing up for a full on assault. Just how Yuki wanted it.
“GO!” the voice boomed.
George sprinted out of his circle and rushed straight at Yuki, sword swinging. Yuki calmly walked out of his own circle and tracked George’s movements with a practiced eye. George moved about as fast as the level three holographic soldiers.
When George within striking distance, he stabbed out in a flash. The sword traveled in a linear line that Yuki could easily see. He sidestepped it and widened the gap between them. Yuki didn’t want to attack just yet.
For the next minute, Yuki avoided every swing and thrust that George did with small and elegant movements. But even with a sword whistling by his face, his eyes never changed.
“Gods, why can’t I hit you?” George growled through his teeth. His breathing was getting heavier by the second. “I need to be faster. Faster, dammit!”
Yuki didn’t reply. He felt the rush of mana and his eyes narrowed. George was using magic and if his complaints about his speed meant anything, Yuki knew what the magic was for. Immediately, Yuki twisted his head and contorted his body before he felt the rush of a blade narrowly miss him.
‘Speed enhancement. Though not a very strong one.’
Still, Yuki wasn’t worried. It would take more than speed for George to even graze him. Every single one of George’s attacks were ones taught by the Academy, right down to the footwork. And if it was taught by the Academy, Yuki knew how to read it.
“Why are you so slippery?” George cried. “I even used a speed buff.”
Yuki decided that then was the right time for his counter attack. His opponent was tired and panicked, his movements getting sloppier and sloppier. On the next attack, Yuki didn’t back away. This time he tilted his body and slid past the blade until he was inches away from George.
“What th—!” George started.
Reaching out with his right hand, Yuki grabbed George’s passing wrist. He yanked it down and George fell forward, right into Yuki’s rising knee. An audible crack was heard moments later. Then Yuki chopped with his left hand into George’s neck and George fell to the ground with a thud.
‘And to cover this up.’
Yuki began to pant as he looked at the unconscious body of George. He put on what he hoped was a look of surprise and joy and then hobbled back toward the entrance of the waiting room.
“YUKI MAYUMI WINS!” the caster announced, ecstatic. “Amazing! They pull it off by the skin of their teeth.”
‘Oh, this person was commenting the whole time,’ Yuki realized. ‘I tuned him out.’
He went back into the waiting room and sat down on the seat he was on when he first arrived. Again, people stared at him but this time Yuki knew the reason why. A human who was a first year just beat a second year elf.
“I hear you won, boss” Uriel said in his ear.
“I’m pretty sure you watched,” Yuki replied.
“That was some good acting,” she continued. “I could really feel your tiredness.”
“Thank you, I’m blushing,” he said deadpanned. “How are things going?”
“Nothing so far. But I’m still keeping an eye on things.”
“Alright, notify me when my next fight is up,” he said. “I’ll be meditating again.”
“Got it boss.”
“Things are off to a slow start,” he murmured after she disconnected. “That won’t last long.
FriendlyDragon
I should have said this but using magic is against the rules. You can only use magic to fight if you rolled it.
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“Yuki?” Akira asked, grabbing his shoulders gently. “Talk to me. What happened?”
Yuki blinked and looked up at her. His chest still stung. The events that had just occurred ran loops in his mind. It was all so clear. The man disappearing without a trace. His presence impossible to detect. The phantom blade sprouting out of Yuki’s chest. It was all so clear in his head.
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice a whisper. “I don’t know.”
“We should get going,” Erica murmured. “People might be coming here.”
Yuki nodded. He pushed himself up slowly. Then he went to exit the vault without a word. Footsteps behind him told him that Akira and Erica followed. He walked down the hallway of the underground treasury, his pace slow. Without much thought, he navigated his way through it. All while staring ahead blankly.
“Yuki.” He felt someone tapping on his shoulder. Akira. “Yuki, what about up top?”
He tilted his head, not quite understanding. Then he remembered.
“Tell her to come back,” he replied. He sighed. “I have to go. Can’t let her know I was here.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Akira quieted and they kept walking silently. The hallways echoed with their footsteps though no guards came. Yuki didn’t think too much into it. He wasn’t thinking too much in general.
The air suddenly cooled, dragging his attention. He was outside now, standing in front of a metal door that opened up to a stairway. The entrance of the treasury. It was dark, the stars shining bright. Crickets chirped and the leaves of the trees rustled quietly.
“I guess I’ll be going then,” he said. He wasn’t sure who he was directing that to. “Tell Yuna.”
“I will,” Akira replied. She didn’t move.
Yuki turned his head back. She was staring at him, her brows drawn and her mouth set to a small frown. He recognized that look. It was one of worry.
“I’ll be fine,” he said, forcing the corners of his lips up. “Just tell her. And come back as soon as possible.”
Akira matched his expression and gave a small nod. She wasn’t convinced. Yuki could tell from her eyes. He turned back around and headed off. The path to the ship wasn’t very long, only a few minutes away. When he arrived, his fingers punched in the console of the transporter within the ship. He disappeared in a flash and appeared within the familiar glass tube of the transporter within the guild base.
Then he stumbled his way through the halls. It was empty, no one in sight. Everyone was either at home or at the main living quarters of the guild. He was thankful for that right now. His feet brought him to a metal door. He pressed his hand against the glass pane next to it, leaning against the door as he did. It opened up, him nearly falling through.
‘Cold,’ he thought. His hand went to his chest. ‘Cold.’
He felt his heart pounding as his chest rapidly rose up and down. Flopping down onto the bed, his arms spread out and he stared up at the ceiling. The blade. Those words. Helplessness. They already ran loops in Yuki’s mind, getting louder and louder as they morphed together into one word. Weak. His eyes closed.
‘Weak.’ It echoed in his head. ‘Weak.’
Then, gradually, as he laid there, his thoughts began to drift away from him, taken away to some place unknown. His consciousness slowly went with them until sleep pulled him in.
Fire. Cries. Screams.
Noise.
People. Or things. Everywhere. Running about here and there. Pointing, shouting. Dying. Some have wings. Others have horns. More with tails. More running. People again. Now chasing.
More noise. Loud noise.
People falling. Not getting back up. Tears. Then air.
Now I’m falling. Falling and falling.
The ground now. Stuck. The chasers are here. Picked up. No. Screams again. No, pleas. From nearby. The chasers look away. Another loud noise. No more pleas.
Put me back.
They don’t. Placed somewhere. Now just darkness. No more noise. No more sights. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Still nothing. Why. Show me. More. Release me. Time? Time. What is time? Something that passes. Time has passed. How much?
Release me.
Trapped. Darkness. No noise still. No sight still. No colors. No blood. No cries. No laughs. Nothing. Still.
Release.
More time. How much? Too much. Constricted. Constrained. Walls all around. No more. No more.
Me.
Confined. Imprisoned. No more. I can’t take it anymore.
RELEASE ME
Yuki’s eyes shot open, his breath sputtering out. His chest heaved as he stared up at the ceiling of the room. He was still inside his bedroom within the guild base. He heard softs breathes beside him and saw Akira sleeping peacefully.
Release me.
The words repeated in his mind. He pushed himself off the bed and stood up. The dream played in his mind. But it wasn’t a dream that was visual. No, it was more emotional and feelings. He looked down. His hands were clenched.
Release me.
Socks on his feet, Yuki went out to the halls of the guild base. It was the middle of the night. The halls were dim and empty. He walked through them, making no sound. Then he came upon an elevator which opened up when he approached it. Entering it, he hit a button on the menu and waited. His breath did not abate.
Release me.
When the doors opened again, a giant open space laid before him. It too was dark like the rest of the base. Yuki marched right out, his jaw clenched. He stopped before a hovering punching bag. Raising a fist, he gave it a light punch, the bag shaking back and forth briefly before stabilizing again.
‘Weak. That’s what I am.’
Another punch. His teeth grinded.
‘Headstrong. Arrogant.’
A stronger punch this time, rocking the floating bag.
‘Stupid. Shortsighted.’
More punches followed, rattling the bag as it barely had time to recover. Brows furrowed, and teeth bared, Yuki began to unleash a flurry onto the bag.
Noise.
His dream echoed in his mind. The screams, the cries, and the noise that could only be gunshots. Sounds from a scene completely foreign to him. Yet he felt himself burn.
‘Why?’ he thought, hammering away. His fists came faster and faster. ‘Why? What do I need? What more do I need?’
A growl resonated in the air, filling his ears. On the bag, he found the face of an old man. Dull blue eyes. Grey hair.
You can’t win.
The face mouthed those three words. Those words screamed out to Yuki, demanding his attention. The growls grew louder as his chest became a bonfire.
Thudthudthudthudthud
He needed answers. Who is this man to say that Yuki can’t win. What makes him better than Yuki. What did he have that Yuki could not obtain.
‘Nothing.’
Yuki also had nothing. And that needed to change.
Release me.
It echoed in his mind again. Two simple words. Yet Yuki did not know what they meant. He did not know where they came from. He did not know what they wanted from him.
‘But if it helps me, then I will do it.’
With one last mighty swing, his fist tore right through the bag and smashed right into the metal core. The bag flew backwards and crashed into the wall a few yards behind it. Yuki stopped, letting his arms go limp. The growl continued. It was coming from him.
‘I need answers.’ His chest heaved, his fists numb. ‘I will get answers.’
He turned and walked out, the fire within him dying. But it never went out. He snapped his fingers as he crossed the door into the elevator. The room blackened. And the doors shut.
FriendlyDragon
Sorry if this chapter seems a bit, erm, convoluted. This will clear up eventually in the future.
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I don’t wanna do anything.
Wanna sleep.
Wanna smoke.
Wanna drink.
Still wanna sleep.
This kind of nostalgic thought I have while carrying all corpses to one place.
I always had these thoughts while helping my parents in our country house. They always loved to drag me here and asking for some random labor like carrying some heavy stuff or doing some shovel work in our garden.
While my sis was never asked! Sure I was a bit stronger but it was rather strange. But well, even if we were twins the only common trait we had is our absolutely identical appearance.
While I was playing on the streets with everyone, she loved to sit at home and read some books.
While I was fighting with random guys and gangs, she was playing at home and buying some figures from the internet.
While I was getting envious glances from all girls at school for freely talking with all the boys around, she was silently sitting in a class corner with her phone.
Not like I was interested in these boys in any way. We just had a lot of common topics like fights and cute girls. Not like there was any girl I can discuss cute girls with.
And everything was the same for a long time until I ended up with a bunch of broken bones after another brawl with a neighborhood gang. There was a huge scandal and I got a house arrest until I’m fully healed. And my sister was told to keep an eye on me, so all this time I mostly spent with her and finally got a grasp of what her hobbies are.
Anime, manga, computer games. It was rather strange for me. But after sitting with my sis for some time and with her influence I got sucked into it somehow.
I started to talk with her much more, taking some of her manga stuff to read, playing some MMOs with her and even going to some events. I wasn’t as much shut in as her though. I still had my streets and good leader won’t leave her gang just as.
But I sure understood one important thing – cuteness is justice.
Might sound strange, yeah. But somehow my sister had a lot of stuff that can be described as «cute girls are doing cute things» or some «yuri» genre manga. And everything she was interested in was pretty much interesting for me. It was time I realized that we are truly twins and have some exact same taste even with different hobbies.
That was a pretty good time until that stupid accident occurred.
It was a typical weekend. Parents took me to that damn country house for some extra help. I worked my ass off and then we returned. Should have.
I always thought, that only place where you can meet those crazy bastards driving like idiots at high speed are some news blocks. But it wasn’t so. We met one. I still remember that stupid black car suddenly appears in front of us on a road. That was the last thing I ever saw in my previous life.
Both our parents died in that accident while I survived with pure luck. But I got both my legs paralyzed and lost my sight. That time I woke up in a hospital while hearing silent snoring from my sister. I wanted to look at her cute sleeping face with this rare time when she is out of her room… but I couldn’t. You can’t cure blindness that easily and even the doctor said that it is impossible.
Luckily our aunt helped us a lot. She was our mother’s sister and even living in another town she sent us enough money to pay our living expenditures, did all the needed paperwork at was letting us stay in our parents’ apartment.
In the other hand, I was depressed. Suddenly losing my legs and eyes was a big shock for me and only sis helped me to recover. She was talking with me a lot, playing in my room, reading me new chapters of novels I was reading and always searching for something new and interesting to read.
With her, I somehow was able to calm down my depression. Even if I don’t see new cute things – I can imagine them. Even if I can’t play all those new games – I can listen to sis doing it. And even if I can’t see her anymore – she is always near me reading something new and fascinating.
She mostly never left my room except for times when she had some night raids in MMO she was playing.
This kind of night is what I remember last.
I feel sad for sis.
I love her and she sure loved me back. Even if not right away we spent a lot of time together. And then I left her. Unwillingly but still left.
She gave me a whole new world and saved from despair while all I gave to her is some bad habits like smoking and taught swear words.
Damn.
I was a terrible sister.
“Anyway deres nothing I can do.”
*sigh*
Yes.
I was suddenly dragged who knows where.
I became some kind of a white fox. Not literally but still.
I was forced to kill a huge crowd of people, who most likely was dragged here as much unwillingly as me.
And here I am. Standing in front of a pile of corpses covered in blood from head to toe. At least I finally brought all that corpses in one place.
Of course I did it mostly for loot. My starter chests had just strange not so clothes in it, so I thought other people will be luckier.
And they were! A bit.
I found some strange notepad, a pack of cigarettes, some fancy katana, a bag full of dry rations and some random skirts and sweaters.
But why does this world have cigarettes? This pack looks modern as fuck. The only difference is that it’s made from some solid metal and has a lighter attached.
That sure is convenient, thank you.
I lighted one.
“Fuee~~~”
Now I can feel myself alive.
This tobacco is quite good.
All I have left is to wear something. Yeas, I covered in blood, but it doesn’t mean I still want to wear this stupid nightie. It also can’t be removed so I’ll just wear something over it.
I picked up a random skirt and sweater and put them on me.
.
.
.
They turned into ash exact same way as weapons in my starting room.
“Fuuuuuck.”
Surely I am unlucky with loot.
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In a Mercedes CLS, Alexander was looking on the phone. Ingrid stood on his right.-Where are we going?
-At my home.Alexander answered indifferently.
-Why?
-You will know when we're getting there.
Ingrid nodded. Wanted to ask more questions, but she didn't know how to start.From time to time she looked at him. At first, she could not figure out what Alexander was thinking. It was direct but still very mysterious.She tried to gather information about him but could not find anything. It was like a missing person. No one knew where he was.
After 30 minutes of driving, the car stopped in front of a simple house. She was expecting an impressive house, but it was not like that.
Alexander got out of the car. Then he opens the door for Ingrid.
- Put the phone here.Ingrid was a little skeptical, but she did as he said. Now there was a little fear. The house was different from what she expected.There were screens everywhere. Some had code lines, others had, surveillance cameras.It was a simplistic, refined, modern style. Maybe too modern. Each room had a secure door, an open kitchen, all cooking tools organized as a professional kitchen. Ingrid wonders if he knows how to cook.
-Do you want something to drink?
-Water.
Alexander nodded and pushed a glass toward her.
-What is this place?
-My house. I already said that.
-It does not look like one.
-It means we have different ideas about a house.
-Why am I here?
-What I said, I already know your brother's plan. And as you said, you will not become a pawn. So it's easier to offer something to trust me.
Alexander took a glass of wine and sat down on the couch.
-Ingrid, I'm a hacker. For a hacker, identity is all. My name is Luxuria.Only associating my name with Luxuria would mean my destruction.I'm not talking just about jail. I offended many people.
-Do you tell me, so I trust you?Ingrid sat next to Alexander.
-Of course. Trust is hard to win. So I give you a way to destroy me. So we are equal.
-Are you sure I will not talk to my father? Or my brother?
- You will not. You will not get anything, nothing for the long term.
-How did you find out my brother's plan? It's not the man who left any traces.
- Everyone leaves traces. Some of them know to hide them better than others. His plan is the same as your father. But he found out a piece of information about me.
-What information?
- I have a childhood friend. He thinks I'm in love with her.
Ingrid set one leg over another and continued the conversation with Alexander.-Do you feel nothing for her?
-Jealous?Alexander raised an eyebrow.
-Of course. You will be my husband. I do not like to share.
-You can take care of her alone. Looks pretty close, to your brother.Alexander took a mouthful of wine.
-Interesting. Then leave it on my hand.
-Do what you want.
Alexander stood up and headed for his room.He honestly didn't want to deal with Anna. It was a headache.
While Alexander was in the room, Ingrid stayed on the couch, trying to process what happened but was interrupted by a phone call. It was Alexander's phone.
Ingrid picks up and sees the caller as the name of a woman, Anna.Ingrid figured out who is the woman, so she answered the call.Alexander knew who called. He knew Ingrid answered the call. He was curious about what she would do.
Anna felt weird. Alexander usually calls her at least once a day. But today she did not call her, so she decided to call him.
-Yes.
Anna was surprised. It was the voice of a woman.She picked up the phone from her ear to see if she called the right person.
- Is Alexander there?
Ingrid kept the phone in the same position.
-Sweetheart, somebody's on the phone.
Alexander heard of course but did not answer.
-I'm sorry, he's in the shower now.
-No, is okay. Just say, I called.
-OH.Sure. If you don't have anything to say, I'll close. Bye.
Anna stayed with the phone in her hand, staring for a few seconds.Alexander was with a woman. She felt a strange feeling in her chest. She thought she was the only woman in Alexander's life.She shook his head. Sure is not a big deal, he loves her.
Ingrid's lips were raised, in a smile. It was pretty funny. She wanted to see the woman's expedition.
Alexander came out of his room dressed in his usual clothes. He's reborn as a college student. Had a towel with which he rubbed his head.
-I see you have fun.
-Very. She was, your childhood friend?
-Yes.
Ingrid stood up and headed for Alexander.-Let me help you.
Alexander handed the towel. Alexander was taller than Ingrid with a head, so the Ingrid rose on the peaks.
-We'll live here?
-If you want.
-It's good here. What will we do next?
- Next, tell our parents that we are determined to marry. I do not think they will oppose it.
Ingrid nodded while rubbing Alexander's head.
-HAAM.
A man's voice was nearby.
-Don't you want something from me, sir?
The two split up as soon as they heard the voice.
-I want you to accompany Ingrid from now on. I will not need you for a while.
-As you wish.
David witnessed the two. It looked like a piece of furniture. Are not they known only for a few hours?How can they be so close? The youth. They move too fast.
David did not have an impression on Ingrid.
Alexander wanted to ease Ingrid's work and a measure of oversight over her.He took a tremendous risk, chose to put his trust in an unknown person. They need each other if they want to succeed.
-You can drive Ingrid home.
- I'm too tired for that.She said in a soft voice.
- Then you can stay here. I'm going to prepare the room.
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Prins Alexander knew in the dark web as luxuria. Alexander is the founder of the hacker group, Deadly sins.Is also the son of Ivanov Prins, CEO of Prins group, a company that deals with anything is technology-related.
Alexander is also known as an incompetent son. Because he doesn't want to take over the business he has not even shown the interested in doing it.
He didn't attend any meeting with future leaders, a place where future leaders of the most important companies, share the same young business spirit and same code of life.A meeting full of people who think themselves superior to others, in Alexander's opinion.
In a simple room that looks like a 15-year-old boy, Alexander woke up after a long sleep in a visibly small bed for him.
- Everything seemed, so real.No. It wasn't a dream.Alexander did not know what had happened.
In the dream, Alexander recalled that his father had called him back to the parent's house to discuss something. As if now. He was away from home, for five years.
In his dream, his father asked him to go on a date with a woman who was the daughter of Morgan Walters, a significant businessman in the country.Morgan has business in all areas, all of which are successful. Less in technology. There Ivanov held power.Alexander in the dream refused because he was in love with Anna. His childhood friend.
But from there, started going even worse.Alexander confessed his feelings for Anna on that day. But later, to find out that she did it only to make sure, that he didn't get in good terms with his dad.
After three years his father was unable to maintain power over the company's associations. So he lost the company. The one who won it was Dominique Walters son of Morgan Walters.
Alexander though he is a Hecker did not observe Anna. But she became more and more distant. So Alexander wanted to find out why. So she saw the messages between her and Dominique Walters.
Anna accepted for the sake of love for Dominique to be with him. Everything to get his father's company.
After three years, Anna left him, to become Dominique's wife.
Lost in thoughts, Alexander heard a voice.
-Young Master, dinner is ready.
Alexander descended the scales, in front of a big table was his father.
Usually, Alexander stood at the opposite end of the table but when he saw his father had a strange feeling. He took the chair and moved him closer to his father.
Ivanov was pleasantly surprised. As he kept his expression, he asked the servants to move the plates.
-Alexander has something important to discuss with you.
When he heard his father's words, Alexander had a feeling of Déjà Vu. They were the same words as in the dream.
Alexander understood that it wasn't a dream. They were his memories.
-You're 20 years old son. Ivanov continued
Alexander was already convinced. They were the same words, same expression.
- I talked to a good friend. He has a daughter. All I ask is to meet her. I know you have someone in your heart. But I do not think she is the one for you.
Alexander understood now. He was convinced. What was stranger, was how it did not feel annoyed. He loved Anna a few hours ago. But now all she felt, was disgust when she thought about it.it.
Ivanov was the most surprised. Alexander was different today.
Alexander was not sure that his dream is real, yet it's quite easy to find out.He was a hacker. Nobody knew about it. Not even in the second life.
He had to do what, he did in the dream. One thing was clear the feelings for Anna, doesn't exist anymore.
- So, Alexander, are you going to meet her?
When he heard his father, Alexander look for information in his head. Ingrid Walters. In his dream, she had an even worse life than he did.
Her brother won the company. She is the daughter of her second wife. Morgan Walters married her just because she was pregnant.
Later, Alexander used his skills to find out the full story. So he knows a lot about the entire Walters family. Even what they will do.
Ingrid agreed to marry because her father promised her that she would take over the media company of the Walters group. That meant she would be equal to his brother.
Morgan Walters wasn't interested in his daughter. He was using her to win Prins group, as quickly as possible.
When Alexander refused to meet her, Morgan Walters was disappointed. She was more of an excuse to be separated from family.Although she was very talented, her brother made sure she would not succeed.
-Of course, Dad. Organize a meeting. I would prefer, a French restaurant.
-You hate your pretentious food.
Ivanov did not know if his son was sick. His answer is unexpected.
-I still do it.
Alexander chose a French restaurant because they were Ingrid's favorite.He wanted to be in a familiar environment for his plan.
Ivanov wanted to ask questions, but Alexander didn't seem to want to give answers.
In the dream, he had many plans. But in all, he eventually got to jail.He needed somebody inside.
When Alexander finished his dinner, he looked at his father in the eye.
-Dad, do you think I can borrow David for a few days?
David was Ivanov's, personal assistant. In the dream was the only person who remained 's loyal to his family. Many chose to leave, but he stayed.
Alexander needed a man to help. Asking David meant Alexander was ready to get involved in the business.
If Alexander did not have the dream, he had no way to know. After three years, Alexander tried to save what his father had created. David taught him much. But it wasn't enough.
When Ivanov heard Alexander's words, he could not believe what he was hearing.
-I'll talk to him.
-Thank you.
Today was the day when Alexander talked the most with his father. They were usually arguing. But now they looked like a family.
Ivanov could not see what led to the change of his son.
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Todd made his way to the entrance of the mines. Two guards stood by the entrance. These weren’t the guards Todd had grown accustomed to. They had bright green masks and large iron great-swords strapped to their sides that glistened in the sunlight. Todd was certain these weren’t for show when he noticed the small nicks in the blades. Whether or not they worked with Worick, Todd didn’t know. It was strange how they showed up on the day he mingled with the goblins.
There was only one exit to the cave so Todd walked towards the two men watching the door. Todd strolled past the two people standing by the door. He was relieved when they let him pass.
*BONK* Todd slumped onto the floor.
Todd awoke to find himself tied to a wooden pole in a small outside auditorium. Many masked figures surrounded Todd on wooden benches and quietly waited. Todd wasn’t sure what they were waiting for but he knew he would find out sooner rather than later. He was the center of attention after all.
Tugging on the rope Todd quickly realized he wasn’t going to break out of it. It was tied tightly and was very thick.
One of the men stood out. He wasn’t remarkably tall nor did his clothes look any different from the people that surrounded him. If Todd was a total stranger than this person certainly would stick out to him, especially since he was wearing the same bright green mask as everyone around him. He was familiar.
A large imposing figure eventually spoke up, his voice was deep. Todd assumed he altered it. It didn’t sound very natural.
“Congratulations. One of our members brought you forth as a candidate for our organization. The nature of our work is frowned upon for the most part, so I hope you understand the precautions we’ve undergone.” The speaker paused, scratching his chin before continuing.
“Obviously you’ll have to prove your trust to our cause before we accept you into the fold. We have a task for you Todd, to prove you’ll be an adversary instead of a foe.”
“What do you need me to do?” asked Todd.
“We need you to recover a murky teal potion hidden within Worick’s estate. One of our associates had grown reckless after multiple successful operations. He boldly assumed this land’s Count wouldn’t recognize specific instruments only used to create Hiperrurum. It’s only use is to cure a goblin specific illness. Once you have it you’ll release it onto the goblins. We’ll reach out after the task has been completed.”
Blackness enveloped Todd’s vision for a second time that day. He found himself sitting upon the bunk bed he normally slept on. Clearly a significant amount of time had passed because the night was dark. Todd was fear stricken. His hands and feet trembled under the thin sheets covering his bed. He had been under the radar or so he thought. Someone significant had noticed him. He was now involved in something far bigger than his little escape plan. Todd just hoped it wouldn’t get him killed.
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Bob nearly fainted. He wanted nothing to do with that vampire.
“I’ll take you to the edge of the city and point you down the path you need to follow to find Vlad’s land. From there you’re on your own,” said Bob.
The group followed behind Bob as he made his way to the edge of the city. Two paths greeted the adventurers, one leading in the direction to Vlad’s lands and the other to large gravesite where the dead woke from their eternal slumber.
Sasha, Todd, and Gnar travelled down the seemingly endless corridor. Days had passed as they traversed the cold wet tunnel. As they moved farther away from the undead city, the skulls became less and less frequent. Eventually the tunnel looked normal. No one would expect that the end of the tunnel led to a city of the undead.
They had managed to reach the gate leading into Vlad’s lands. Stairs led to a door of a mausoleum. Todd opened the door and the group found themselves in a small run down gravesite. They could see a path worn down by the hooves of horses, leading to a village.
A village slowly became visible. Although the village was impoverished, it was vastly different then Khor. Instead of happy villagers roaming the streets, every local kept their eyes to the ground. There was little interaction in this unnatural town.
Sasha was observing people as the passed by. She accidently made eye contact with one of the villagers who bolted away. Clearly attracting attention wasn’t a good thing. Sasha and Todd tried act as low profile as they could, rubbing themselves in the dirt to blend in with dreary locals.
A long stream of people shuffled in the same direction. Not wanting to stand out of the crowd, Todd and his friends followed the villagers and kept their heads as low as possible.
“Hey you, with the goblin. Come over here,” demanded a well dressed man inspecting the line. “You’re too poor to own a goblin. Where’d you steal that from?”
“I didn’t steal him sir. He’s mine.”
The elegant man grabbed Todd by the arm and pulled him away from the crowd. “I don’t believe you,’ the elegant man whispered in Todd’s ear. Guards rushed over and tore Gnar from Todd while constraining him. Todd struggled to escape the guard’s grip but was enable to move.
“Next time you try and steal his majesty’s mine dwellers your head will be on a spike.”
Todd was stripped of all his possessions before a guard lifted Todd up and shoved him back into the swarm of people. He was dragged along the current of villagers until he was greeted by large green tents lined in rows. Todd watched as all the villagers filed into different tents. Todd didn’t know what to do. He froze.
“You can’t hold up the line! Move to your designated tent,” shouted a guard.
“I don’t have one” Todd responded.
“Well, move down to the last tent if you’re new.”
Todd made his way to the final tent. Army style bunk beds were squeezed as tight as possible. It took awhile but Todd eventually managed to find an empty bunk. A young boy sat on the bottom bunk. His skinny, frail appearance made him look younger than he actually was.
“I’m Todd,” Todd said with his arm stretched out for a handshake.
“You new? I haven’t seen you before. I’m Gale by the way.”
“Yeah, I just got here. What uh, exactly do we do?”
“You’ll probably be working in the mines. Most people do. Maybe we can work together, I could use some company and you need someone to show you around.”
“That sounds like a deal,” said Todd. Todd had thought about escaping and sneaking into the mines to find Gnar and Gubba, but working in the mines would provide him with an opportunity to find out where they kept the goblins. Hopefully Sasha was okay.
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Two months went by without Mei Chao Bing emerging from his closed-door cultivation. Every day, a certain little bunny would run out from his Master’s area and over to where Elder Feng and his disciples lived to look for him. Unfortunately, he never encountered him. So each day, the little bunny became a little more dejected.
Luo Lin held a hand to his cheek and looked out of the window, his two senior martial brothers next to him. Zhi Guan was hugging his sword to his chest while furrowing his brows and Yan Hong Min was throwing a ball up and down.
"I could go and seduce one of his senior martial brothers. They should know what is up with him."
Two pairs of eyes darted over to Luo Lin.
"I was just suggesting it. No need to look at me like this."
Zhi Guan didn’t think that Luo Lin was going about this in the right way but this did remind him of something. "I was on a mission with one of his senior martial brothers once. He is a very good fighter. Although his use of a dagger instead of a sword is rather questionable."
Yan Hong Min’s brows twitched. "How does that help Fen’er?"
"I could go and ask him."
"Ask him what? When he’ll go out on another mission or when he usually sharpens his sword?"
Zhi Guan looked at him. "A sword shouldn’t be sharpened regularly. The blade will become too thin and turn brittle."
"Yeah, yeah, forget I said anything. Anyway, we need to cheer up our little junior. He’s been so down lately, he isn’t even cultivating properly."
This time, it was Yan Hong Min’s turn to be looked at strangely.
"What? He did try before!"
Luo Lin pursed his lips. "I still think my idea was the most useful. What do you have to say against it?"
Yan Hong Min threw his hands up in the air. "Fine! Do what you want, you two. You can go sleep with whoever you want and you can go practice with whoever you want. I’ll go invent something to occupy the bunny’s thoughts for a while." Yan Hong Min stalked off while Luo Lin and Zhi Guan exchanged a glance.
"His family’s name is Ji."
"Oh, then I’ll go look for somebody with another surname."
With that, the two of them separated and went to look for a senior martial brother of Mei Chao Bing each.
As for the little bunny … He sadly looked at Mei Chao Bing’s house. The gate was still closed and nothing could be seen behind the windows. His head drooped and he already wanted to turn away when he heard something. He looked up hopefully and indeed: The gate that had always been closed, opened and a white-clad figure stepped out. Yun Bei Fen happily hid behind the roots of a tree and watched his senior martial brother Mei walk down the path.
Mei Chao Bing glanced up at the sky. It hadn’t even been a quarter of a year. He had managed to advance faster than he had thought. Most likely, his Master should be satisfied this time?
Before he even reached the junction toward his Master’s house, he heard something behind him. He glanced over and saw a tuft of black hair peeking out behind a tree. He stared at it for a moment. This … wouldn’t be the same little boy as the last time, right?
He took a step in his direction but the tuft of hair vanished behind the tree. Mei Chao Bing rubbed the back of his head and turned away. He felt a little sad but what could he do? His Master was really too scary. No wonder a boy this small would be afraid.
He continued to walk but then noticed that the sounds behind him hadn’t stopped. He turned back around and this time noticed the same tuft of hair behind another tree. This … was a little strange? He slowly turned away. The farther he turned, the more of the head peaked out behind the tree.
Mei Chao Bing’s lips curled up but he didn’t say anything. He just turned away and walked to his Master’s house. Anyway, it was also quite nice to have such a little tail. It made him feel that even if his Master wasn’t happy with the results, there would have been somebody waiting for him. With that thought, he went inside.
Yun Bei Fen watched the house for a while before he happily ran back home.
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The little bunny continued to stare at the window. "A bird?" So had the bird answered third senior martial brother’s question? Could birds actually speak? Or was it that third senior martial brother could speak the language of the birds?
Originally, he had only come to ask one question but by now, he had a whole range of new ones. Still, he first needed to get the answer to the most important one.
Thinking of that, Yun Bei Fen hurried over to his senior martial brother’s side and looked at sparkling eyes. "Third senior martial brother, did you find out if senior martial brother Mei will take part in that competition?"
Luo Lin looked at Yun Bei Fen for a moment and finally reached down from the bed and pulled him up, making him sit next to him. He was afraid that this would be a slightly longer conversation. "Well, I’m afraid your senior martial brother Mei won’t take part in the competition this time."
As expected, Yun Bei Fen’s expression fell immediately. "Ah? But why?"
Luo Lin made a thoughtful face. "Well, it’s a special kind of competition."
"I’m sure that senior martial brother Mei would still be able to win!"
Luo Lin patted his head and nodded. "But of course. Your senior martial brother Mei is awesome."
"Then why doesn’t he take part?" Yun Bei Fen really looked down as if his whole world would come crashing down.
Luo Lin didn’t quite know what to say. In his junior’ eyes, his senior martial brother Mei was an all-knowing, invincible master of all trades. Even if he explained, he wouldn’t be able to understand that even Mei Chao Bing wouldn’t be able to do everything. "Well, your senior martial brother Mei sure can …" Anyway, it should be alright as long as the little bunny was happy. He might as well make up a white lie. "You see, there are others though. Not everybody can be as awesome as him."
Yun Bei Fen nodded very understandingly. Obviously, he had no problem believing that at all.
"Well, and they would be very sad if they lost every time. So your senior martial brother Mei doesn’t take part in everything to give them a chance sometimes as well. He’s a good person after all."
"So it was like that." Yun Bei Fen still seemed sad that he wouldn’t be able to see Mei Chao Bing but he could accept that explanation. Naturally, others wouldn’t be able to win if his senior martial brother Mei took part in the competition! That was only natural.
Luo Lin smiled and patted his junior’s head again. "Yes, yes, just like that. And I’m sure you’ll get another opportunity to see your senior martial brother Mei so you don’t need to be sad."
"Mn!" Yun Bei Fen nodded obediently. He would definitely find an opportunity! Anyway, with this most important question solved, he couldn’t help but curiously look at his third senior martial brother. "Third senior martial brother, how did you find out?"
Luo Lin blinked his eyes and then glanced over to the window. "Well …" Saying the truth probably wouldn’t be very appropriate? "You know, a little birdie told me."
"The little bird that just flew away? So you know how to talk with birds?"
Luo Lin’s cheeks slightly flushed and he brushed through his inky hair with his fingers. "I guess you could say it like that …"
"Really? Then how do you do it? Is it hard? Can I learn it too?" If he could, then he could ask the birds what senior martial brother Mei was doing himself!
Luo Lin seemed to be lost in thought.
Yun Bei Fen waited for a moment but finally still reached out and tugged at his sleeve. "Third senior martial brother? Is it hard?"
Luo Lin put a hand up against his cheek and sighed. "Very hard."
"Oh." Yun Bei Fen deflated. Then he probably couldn’t do it. "Then how did you learn it?"
"Ah, it’s just a lot of practice. Anyway, you’re still young. You shouldn’t think about it too much." He patted Yun Bei Fen’s head, got up from the edge of the bed, and went over to the window, looking out to where Shen Lei had vanished before.
Yun Bei Fen couldn’t help but run after him, tiptoe in front of the window, and try to look out as well. "Is the bird that told you still there?"
Luo Lin’s gaze rested on one of the trees but he shook his head. "If it is, then I can’t see it."
"Oh. Was it a little bird?"
Luo Lin shook his head again. "No, it was … a pretty big bird."
"Like a sparrow?"
Luo Lin thought of a sparrow and couldn’t help but feel that that really didn’t do Shen Lei justice. "No, it was a little bigger."
"A swallow?"
Luo Lin didn’t feel like a swallow was that much bigger than a sparrow. "Uh … Let’s say it was an owl."
"Oh, so it was an owl. Well, it’s good that the owl knew! You should ask the owl more often in the future."
"I’ll do that. It’s … in the vicinity pretty often."
Yun Bei Fen nodded, hugged his third senior martial brother’s thigh, and then already rushed back out. "Thank you, third senior martial brother. I’ll go and see what senior martial brother Mei is doing then. Thank the owl for me when it comes back!"
Luo Lin waved at his little junior and watched him leave. When the door fell shut behind Yun Bei Fen, a shadow fell through the window next to Luo Lin.
"So, how is my little fairy thinking of thanking me?"
Luo Lin looked up and smiled. "Luo Lin doesn’t know. What would Ah Lei like as thanks?"
"Oh, I could think of a few things there." He jumped back inside and pulled Luo Lin into his arms, leaning down to kiss him.
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Shen Lei’s eyes flung open as soon as Luo Lin stirred in his arms. He hadn’t forgotten what Qiao An had told him. Catching the fairy wasn’t too hard but holding onto him would be the difficult part. Thus, now that he had caught him, he had to make sure that he wouldn’t lose him. After all, there were a lot of other men outside that might try to steal the fairy from him.
Shen Lei pulled Luo Lin closer up against his chest and turned his head, pressing his lips onto Luo Lin’s for a lingering kiss. "I wouldn’t have gone too far with what I did, would I?"
Luo Lin turned in his arms and his fingertips brushed Shen Lei’s chest. His lips curved up in a sweet smile. "Luo Lin has long admired Ah Lei. How could Luo Lin feel that Ah Lei went too far?" From his expression, it really seemed that he didn’t mind how far things had gone even though they had only met.
Shen Lei hummed and looked up at the bed in front of them. In the end, they still hadn’t managed to make their way over. So much for chaining the fairy onto it and making sure he was happy there. Well, it didn’t seem like his fairy thought much about where exactly he was chained to. As long as it was enjoyable, he seemed to be in agreement.
Shen Lei gently stroked Luo Lin’s arms. "I still haven’t shown the house to my fairy."
Luo Lin smiled in response. "How about showing Luo Lin the rest of the room first?" His slender arms wrapped around Shen Lei’s neck and their naked skin rubbed against each other, making Shen Lei shudder in ecstasy. Luo Lin chuckled in mirth and his nails scratched the other man’s skin.
Shen Lei picked his fairy up, carrying him the few steps to the bed and putting him down again. "There isn’t too much to see in the rest of the room. Maybe my fairy wants to see this place and then we could go and take a look at my fairy’s house?"
Luo Lin nodded happily and his slender foot trailed the length of Shen Lei’s leg, finally wrapping around his hips. "It’s still early though. Luo Lin doesn’t need to go back soon. So if Ah Lei wants, Luo Lin can stay over for a while longer to explore everything slowly."
Shen Lei once again hummed in response. He certainly didn’t need to be told twice. His hands brushed over the fair skin and his lips started on another round of exploration. Ah, he certainly would never grow tired of this.
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yansusustories
It's been quite a bit of time but I finally had a minute to work on this extra again. I'll try to post the next parts over the next few days ~
Elder Baili held his forehead, grumbling to himself. Just how had he picked up this kind of disciple? Was there anything this boy could do?! While he was hardworking, his comprehension ability was just too low!
Yun Bei Fen also gave his Master an aggrieved look. He wanted to understand how to use his spiritual energy, really! If he was able to do the same things as senior martial brother Mei, he would definitely be the happiest person alive. Unfortunately … he couldn’t. No matter how he tried, he just wasn’t able to do as his Master told him. It really was maddening!
When Elder Baili lowered his hand, he found his little disciple with puffed up cheeks, clearly upset at himself. He sighed and then crouched down, patting the child’s head. "Don’t worry. Even if you’re a bit slow, I’m sure you’ll be able to get it one day. Anyway, you can just continue to take in spiritual energy for now and raise your level. Maybe you’ll be able to understand the rest better when you’re a bit older."
Yun Bei Fen wasn’t too sure about that. He looked at his Master worriedly and then reached out to tug at his sleeve. "Master … What about my senior martial brothers? Were they able to learn it as soon as you showed them?"
"Uh …" Baili Chao was thrown for a loop at that. Unfortunately … yes, they had been able to do that. But he could hardly say that when his little disciple was already down, could he?
He cleared his throat and then gave Yun Bei Fen a pacifying smile. "Well, it’s hard to compare that. You see, your senior martial brothers were already quite a bit older when I took them in as disciples. So they were in a different situation."
Yun Bei Fen’s eyes lit up when he heard something about his senior martial brothers that he didn’t know yet. "Really? Then how old were they? And how did you take them in? Has it been long since you took in third senior martial brother?"
Baili Chao’s brows twitched. This child! He wasn’t even giving him time to explain anything! How was he supposed to answer anything?
Yun Bei Fen wasn’t willing to wait for a single moment longer though. He excitedly tugged at the sleeve of his Master’s robe, his eyes still glittering. "Master! Can you tell me the story of how you took in third senior martial brother?"
The Elder sighed and patted his little disciple’s head. "Well, if that’s what Fen’er wants …"
The little bunny nodded excitedly, nestling down at his Master’s feet, obviously intent on listening to a very long story.
Elder Baili could only give a sigh and then start to remember how he had picked up his third disciple back then. Thinking about it now … he probably should have foreseen the problems he’d have with him when he became older.
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Chapter 4 - First Test
More pain than we went through, for longer.
Every pilot in the ESDF went through the same horrid experience. The Ai'iin, the senior-most Alliance species, allowed Humans to buy their navigation and propulsion systems. But, they didn't permit anyone to adapt it for direct control by less advanced races. They had an excellent reason. Only those the Ai'iin gave implants could use their systems, so the Enemy couldn't turn captured gear on them.
The ESDF purchased alien craft without controls, sensors or Meta-space generators. The Ai'iin sold them the systems to equip those craft instead, and the technology for Humans to install nerve-ware implants in their pilots.
Even if most pilots didn't face the ordeal as twelve-year-olds like she had, they all passed through that fire at some point. The reward on the other side of the trial made the sacrifice worthwhile-- but what about those for whom the procedure went wrong? She'd known it could happen, but she'd never thought about what it would be like for those who lost that lottery.
After the operation, she'd felt every nerve ending in her body burning. Even with the drugs and the baths, she lived in torment, but it faded through the first week. By the end of the second she felt like she'd been in heavy athletic training, but she'd begun flight training.
For somebody to go through it for months on end, and with no reward for years? Or perhaps ever?
She shook her head. "Okay, fine. He's not a flunk-out. His flying still didn't look all that great, Kahuna."
"You said it's Cat Girl, right?"
She nodded. He scratched his ear and kept talking as he turned his eyes back to the board. The FC had reached the final stages of transition into Meta-Space.
"Well, Cat Girl, here's the thing about Vampire. Out in space he's Buck Rogers, but put a planet in his way and he turns into George of the Jungle."
She looked back down at the aviator with a frown. "What are you talking about?"
"Dude's a terror in a dogfight, but only if you can get him space-borne. That's why we're here, simming launches."
"I'm not buying it. And trying to psyche the opposition is an old tactic, mister. No matter what, that guy's a noob."
"Cha, like I need to psyche you!" Ang laughed. His laugh remained friendly, even if his words sounded like trash talk. "Your unit's got only four experienced pilots, plus a couple beginners. Even if your high scorers are the best in the world, you're still way under-strength. You're up against a full squadron, and it'll be just you four against our best in no time. We got numbers. We don't need no stinkin' psychological advantage."
Any sympathy from his sob story about the Flying Cadet vanished as she grew angry with his attitude.
"I'll make you eat those words, surfer boy."
He didn't look the least bit intimidated. In fact, he kept his loose grin and hooked a thumb at the screens. "Dude'll do the talkin' for himself. He's the junior in the squadron and he's up against your CO in the first Test. Pay close attention, Ma'am."
# # #
'Lobo' pulled the control hard aft while working the thrusters. Vertical thrust, pitch up and full throttle combined into twenty gees. It pressed his butt into the couch and his chin into his helmet collar. The maneuver would have been suicide without nerve-ware and vac-skin. Even with their help he almost blacked out. As soon as his lungs could move again, he huffed hard to push blood and oxygen back to his brain.
The FC's Banshee just missed his tail as he dove toward the Lunar surface. Commander Ferrar had been flying inverted the moment before. Now he hung nose-down, facing the Farside of the Moon, in an arcing path that would intersect the surface far too soon.
His wing-man Vampire had vanished over the horizon after the 77th's commander suckered him a minute before. Ferrar and the diminutive Latina FC had the sky all to themselves. The first Test always pitted the commanders and most-junior pilots against each other. The normal ending had the juniors wiped out early and the commanders battling each other. This particular commander vs. junior match-up was just a bit upside down at the moment.
This shouldn't even be a contest! How'd she get behind me, anyway?
He spun his craft 180 degrees to counter-thrust against his collision course with the Moon. She flipped around and flew backward to get a bead on him. Admit it, Lobo. You worried too much about Vampire and lost track of her. Besides, she's got a weird style.
Instinct pushed him to roll the craft at random while hitting the verticals again. That produced the unpredictable 'knuckleball' maneuver that Banshee pilots used to save their skins. Even as his craft slid off its former path, the shield energy alarms howled. The board told him of a glancing hit from the girl's simulated neutron projectors.
The computer didn't declare it a kill. At this range, it could have been one, but he'd already been dodging as she shot. He continued his jerky evasions while looking for an opportunity to face his nose back over at the opponent and return fire. He wouldn't get it until he built up enough vee to avoid digging a divot in the Lunar soil below.
It won't matter how well I do in Eliminations if I get my butt shot out of the sky by a fifteen-year-old during Tests! They'll never let me hear the last of it!
The shield alarms wailed before he could think another thought. The tell-tale buzzer of Farside Base's computer declaring him dead followed. He rocked his craft in a quick back-and-forth roll, signaling defeat as he scanned around for his killer. Commander Carter's Banshee was rising toward him off the deck. The CO of the 77th had spared him the indignity of losing to the girl.
So Vampire shook him, huh? Ferrar grinned to himself. Good job, Poe. But now it's you against both of them. You're going to need a crapload of luck to...
The thought died in his head as the computer plotted a virtual missile streaking across the sky beneath him targeted on Carter. Simulated shots fired on the 77th's junior flying officer. Below him, at point-blank range, his wing-man's Banshee flew nose up to aim the guns. He was hugging the deck in a tail-down trajectory that just cleared the rim of a passing crater. Ferrar's amazement grew into a wild laugh as he heard the computer score two kills for FC Austin Poe.
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Chapter 22 - Nightmare Scenario
Rad warnings wailed and her shield capacity meter turned yellow, declaring dangerous energy levels. She knuckle-balled out of the line of fire, then reversed her ship, pumping fire into the outrider while cursing at herself.
Vampire called, "Your six, high! Break off!"
She hit the compensation matrix and the high-gee mode as an invisible pseudopod from the ring approached. She decompensated and flipped again only moments later.
Rings and outriders had killed far too many of her friends, so she'd dove in with a vengeance. The Gr'ts'ck had suckered her into doing something stupid. She'd known what they were doing and she'd sworn it wouldn't work and she'd done it anyway
She was out of pseudopod range but two groups of outriders were now converging on her. They had her boxed in against the ring.
Poe, like a good winger, needed to come in and take on one of the two groups so she had a shot at tackling the other. With a medium dose of luck, neither of their dogfights would carry into pseudopod reach. Given the opponent, she wouldn't have blamed someone as green as him if he were too intimidated to arrive in time. But she already knew deep in her heart what was about to happen. She flipped once more, just in time to see the unimpressed rookie ignoring the outriders and headed at the ring itself.
He didn't have a chance of taking it out, but he would know that. His sole intention was to draw fire away from her. The outriders wouldn't dare let a Banshee have open season on their mother ship. They had no choice. All eight outrider plots altered course as they grasped the threat.
"No!" she screamed and redlined her jet, intent on getting to the ring first, before his suicidal plan succeeded.
It was a classic noob mistake, the sort she'd not made since her first week in the sims three years before. Nobody with her experience could even imagine screwing up this much. A full-cycle direct-control plasma engine had a moderate chance of going from zero thrust to full output in one swing. The action didn't have to result in a core melt, and perhaps the alien engine makers gave the design no fail-safe because of that. Or perhaps they just didn't understand that Humans had the capacity to transform into complete idiots without warning.
The meters pegged. Her couch slammed her as the gees ran up from zero up past nine, thrusting in standard gee mode. The computer phantom 'ring' rushed at her on her screens and then around her as she kamikazed her way through the simulation. The wailing alarms and her kill buzzer sounded, and behind her, the main jet tore itself to pieces. The chunks melted and fed themselves to the collapsing skirt, becoming extra reaction mass.
The pre-chargers drained off and the batteries fell dead. Her ship was now a dead lump of metal hurtling on a collision path directly toward the Moon.
# # #
Tony's hands went into action before he knew they'd moved. He worked to secure a ground channel through the keyboard. Meanwhile, data flowed through his wrist pick-ups, vectors and energy states for two ships now alone in the sky. The scenario had disappeared, canceled by the RL emergency. He shoved aside reports that told him nothing he didn't already know with irritation. He required only one vital piece of knowledge at this moment, and the rapid calculator buzzing in the back of his head gave it to him before the computers reported it.
She was above vee-max for successful extraction. The only motive force she could call upon was the short rocket burn from her ejection seat. It would not provide even a small percentage of the delta-vee she needed. She had a thin chance to survive the impending impact in freeze-up, but otherwise Rissa would die.
Even before he began on the next possibility, Vampire seemed to pick it out of his skull. Poe's Banshee fell into an interception burn with the stricken ship, powering straight down at the Moon. He had no intention of giving up on his lead.
Neither did Kahuna. He had the answer, but he didn't like it.
He had already opened a channel in the ground comm using his instructor's password. He closed his eyes so he could concentrate on sending his synthetic voice through the nerve-ware. "Control, this is Seven-seven-eight."
"Get off the air, kid! Your ship's on the ground! We've got a situation here!"
It might have been the situation, the flight controller's tone or maybe the word 'Kid'. Tony had no time to put up with it. Keeping his tone as cold as he could, he ordered, "This is Vampire's flight instructor. You will patch me through, now!"
The people gathered around his station stared at him. He realized he had spoken out loud. It then dawned on him that it didn't matter, since his synth voice had been coming over the observation lounge speaker anyhow. They'd already been staring. He returned to the tunnel vision that had kept him from noticing.
Certain rules in the ESDF stood absolute. A captain's word equaled law as long as his ship flew. Whether he commanded the biggest cruiser in Fleet or a single-seat fighter, a captain was always a captain. And if that captain happened to be a trainee, his instructor of record came with the package, whether he was on board or not. Senior Commander Pucelli, Fireside's Air Boss, replaced the flight controller with calm professional tones. "Patching you through, Aviator... Go ahead."
The two pilots had been arguing during his exchange with Bass Comm. Rissa's voice come across before he could speak.
"Break off!" She was yelling.
"No." Poe must have been watching the Moon growing in his windshield, but his calm voice didn't show a hint of adrenalin.
"Cadet! You will obey a direct order!"
"Make me."
Tony broke in. "Kahuna to Vampire! State your intentions!"
The cadet responded in the same matter-of-fact voice that he might have used to describe what he had for lunch. "Invert, drop shields, get up under her belly, bring shields back up around her. I can push into her and rotate until we're sideways, then keep my belly jets and my main jet thrusting the rest of the way down. We'll have good horizontal motion before we hit. If I can shallow up the angle enough, we'll both survive."
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Chapter 20 - Final Mission
Dark eyes watched her from the other side of the lock as she waited for the inner door to close. She shuddered with the memory of their first-round flight, which had begun with this same boy in this spot.
"What is it?" The tension in her voice surprised her a little.
The door clanged shut, stirring up the gunpowder odor of moon dust on the floor. He shrugged. "I was just thinking I should say something. Good luck, I guess."
Spoken through his breather mask, his sullen voice didn't have quite the same dark tone.
She forced herself not to scowl. "Sure. Same to you. It's been downright interesting, Cadet."
They remained silent after that. Her mask and her earbuds sealed shut against her skin as the pressure dropped. She breathed deep to make sure everything worked. An enormous red button on the wall stood ready to slap if anything failed.
The outer door swung open into the empty environment of the landing field, revealing their Banshees. The low-angle sunlight didn't bounce straight up off the ground to light up the 'shadow side' of things anymore. It gave the lighting on their craft a more alien quality, like the cold light of deep space.
The sun is setting on this Moon Duty. This is our last flight. Tomorrow night, I get to sleep at home in my own bed.
Except for her pulse and the sound of her faint footsteps conducted through her bones, all was silence on their walk out to the pads. If Vampire or Base Comm spoke she would hear them, but nobody else used their frequency.
A touch on her shoulder brought her attention back to Vampire. He pointed to the sky above the next set of pads. Twin lights marked Kahuna and Ana's descending ships. They couldn't see the exhaust itself, of course, but the extreme temperature of the plasma made the jet nozzles glow white.
"They had a long trip home," she remarked.
Vampire didn't reply, but he gave a bare hint of a nod.
She'd avoided hearing the score for their flight, but she suspected they might have come close to maxing it out. They'd killed the only real enemy without touching the captive Sesseem. The only points they missed were one out of two survival bonuses. Her score would need to be almighty high to beat him.
She fought down the competitive tension, saving it for later. She couldn't afford to peak too soon.
This would be her second Final, so she knew how long a wait they were in for. She reminded Vampire of it just before they separated to board their ships.
Throughout the long wait on the pad, once she ran her preflights as far as she could, she had nothing to do. She could only watch the crews and wonder about the Gr'ts'ck plans.
She would now deal with the same team that Tony and Ana had faced, and the scenario they'd served those two had been nasty. It had even included another Wraith. She'd warned Poe to be ready for more mind-tricks, but would they play that card a third time?
After an interminable wait, but before the crews cleared off, Base Comm sounded the chime. She pulled up her checklist, half-finished and ready for the final steps.
"Scenario in play," the flight controller declared.
Her thoughts went into high alert; these words weren't part of the standard spiel. The general quarters buzzer began sounding and her gantry backed away as he continued. "You are the Ready Alert for this base. Check your data feed."
Almost as soon as he finished, the normal first buzzer sounded-- the signal for the ground crew to clear the field. She hurried through her startup, harvesting data off her feed with as much attention as she could spare. The all-clear chime found her ready. "Seven-seven-four, steam up."
As always, Vampire followed her without a pause. "Seven-Seven-Nine, steam up."
"Lift in flight order, as you are ready."
She punched the throttle. The incoming threat was big, but still unidentified. It wasn't coming in on top of them like Vampire's cruiser though. It occurred to her that they might have made the unusual 'Scenario in play' announcement for Vampire's benefit. Just to avoid any further misunderstandings.
"Foxtrot-seven-seven to Control. We have sensor contact in Meta-space. Estimate intercept beyond gravity limit. Permission to ready inducers for transit." She had to ask, after all. In RL, she would have done it.
"Negative, Seven-seven. Base sensors detect lesser tracks ahead of main threat already nearing conventional exit envelope." The answer came as no surprise. Scenarios never included Meta-space combat. The dangers outweighed the training benefits. The Gr'ts'ck had worked in a reason why she couldn't do what she would have done in RL.
"Vampire, keep your eyes peeled for the scouts. I'll run analysis on the big guy."
"Aye."
As her comp mulled over the sensor data, she called up her weapons menu for a quick inventory. Four anti-fighter missiles in her 'A' bay, two meta-drives and two long range kinetics in her 'B' bay. No nukes.
The news came as no surprise. She might be Gulf Base Three's nuclear specialist, but a 'base ready alert' would not have big ones loaded. In fact, she flew most missions with the exact load-out she now carried. She only carried nukes when circumstances warranted.
It left her ill equipped for the present situation. In a knife-fight, kinetics were next to useless. They needed distance to build up velocity. The meta-drives might or might not work if she launched them this close to the Moon's gravity.
So she had four missiles and one projector. And this bogey looked awful big.
"Transits!" Poe snapped. "Four exits, one hundred and twenty klicks dead ahead."
"Got 'em. Analyzing." She then drew in a sharp breath as she read the comp's almost instant conclusion. "Outriders."
Not a Slave Race but the ruling Enemy species themselves. They were the root cause for the war and thousands of years of human suffering. Fights with these guys and even simulations of them took on special meaning for any pilot.
Outriders never operated without their mother ships, so the big bogey following them would be a ring. Given the size of the contact it was only an A-class, but against two Banshees an A-class would be big enough.
The battle on the Centauri came back to her once more, exactly as the Gr'ts'ck planned. All components of that battle thrown together at once would have been too much for one flight. They'd restricted themselves first to the Wraith and the possibility of a capture field. Now they'd brought out the ring and and its outriders.
But I've already figured out your game, boys. It's not going to work.
She called it in, praying she would never send such a message in RL. "Foxtrot-seven-seven to Control. We have one incoming A-class ring with Outriders. We're outclassed here. Recommend second intercept. We'll hold them off as long as we can."
The old hands at Moon Duty had a name for this particular kind of scenario. They called it a 'Last Stand'. Rack up as many kills as you can, they recommended, because you won't score a survival bonus.
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Chapter 16 - Anger
Rissa's temper hovered just below boiling temperature as they walked to the locker rooms. The commanders had led the aliens away, thank God, or she might have continued spouting off. She'd been stupid, but the surprise appearance had pushed her beyond her limit.
Why did they come? To praise the muscle-headed freak next to her? To rub her nose in her helplessness during the flight? The way they ignored me, you'd think he was the only one flying out there!
Perhaps they were attempting an up-close supernatural inspection of Poe's head. In the Final Round, they flew against the winning team on the Gr'ts'ck side, but unlike Eliminations, they would fly against different scenarios. The possibility that they were doing research to better tailor tomorrow's flight for Vampire annoyed her even more.
The job they'd done on her during the flight suggested they had the skill. Her Banshee's equipment should have at least slowed down a mind attack long enough for her to begin the mental exercises which guarded against interference.
"Chill, Babe!" Tony's banter cut into her funk. "If anyone here should feel overlooked, it's the Kahuna. They almost didn't recognize my presence at all, just now."
She turned on him. "So what are you doing here, anyway? Thought you might need to pull me off your buddy?"
He grinned. "Sounds like a blast. Why don't you go for it?"
She bit back a choice word and glared at him.
Amanda supplied, "I thought we would have to pull you off the Gr'ts'ck. What were you thinking, Cat Girl?"
She didn't have an answer. Humans couldn't tell an alien private from a general, nor had any idea what an alien would consider disrespect. One paid all Allies courtesy, and Allies familiar with Humans knew what constituted courtesy from Humans. More than likely, the Gr'ts'ck knew she hadn't been polite.
"Yeah," Tony observed in philosophic tones, "you shouldn't have done that."
She glared again. "I didn't ask for your analysis!"
"The Kahuna waits for no invitation, Babe."
She recognized his game now. He was drawing her ire off Vampire, to keep her focus on him until she grew tired of fuming. Knowing he meant well didn't help much while the flames still smoldered.
The worst part was, she'd sassed a Gr'ts'ck. 'Allies' included many species. There were the Zindavoor who had adopted Earth as their new home and the Sesseem who built her Banshee. There were the mysterious, ancient Ai'iin. But in this region, more than anyone else, Allies meant the Gr'ts'ck.
Back when Humans were still waging war on each other with muskets, almost a million Gr'ts'ck had died to free their planet from the Enemy's grip. Their scouts had stumbled upon Earth and investigated the natives with interest. Something about humans had caused their leadership to deem them worth the hideous cost of liberation.
After that colossal battle, the war had returned to the eternal stalemate. Down on Earth, the Enemy continued to hold secret sway their Human minions and their Specters. But now, the Allies had the local Enemy forces cut off from reinforcement.
The Gr'ts'ck had been the ones who recruited Humans to the Allied side as well, creating the ESDF. Over the centuries, they had supported the Force to keep Enemy reinforcements out and supplies low. Someday, they would starve the aliens out and at last liberate Humanity from the ancient darkness. For the opportunity, Humans owed the Gr'ts'ck more than they owed any other race.
So, what does Rissa do to pay them back? She throws a challenge in their face!
Amanda noted, "Rissa, I think you'd better prepare yourself. I expect Carter to call you to his stateroom after dinner for a lecture on conduct befitting an officer. You make sure you hunker down and take it. Don't argue with him."
She grimaced. Most of the time she could lose herself in the adult world of warfare and forget her actual age. Those occasions when the real adults remembered she was a mere teenager were ugly slaps in the face. They woke her out of the nightmare just long enough to remind her just how screwed her reality was.
"Well, here's where we go separate ways," Amanda told the boys as they approached the women's showers.
Rissa couldn't leave it there. Instead of going in, she turned toward Poe and crossed her arms. "So, Vampire, what's the story?"
The boys had already passed them to head to their own showers. They stopped as well, and turned to face her. Poe met her eye, waited for a moment as if he expected her to say more, then frowned. "What story?"
"What happened out there? You spotted the Wraith way before I could and you showed no effect at all from its attack, even though you came into closer range of it than me. Way closer range. Why doesn't your personnel folder say anything about psychic powers?"
Dark eyes regarded her, communicating Why should I even respond to this? She held his gaze, intent on out-waiting him. He frowned deeper. "I'm not a Sensitive."
Planting fists on hips, she exploded with frustration. "BS! You might have just been a firecracker at blocking, and it would explain everything else. It doesn't explain how you spotted the Wraith so fast! A 'faint double-echo', my butt! I reread the logs on the way in! I didn't have anything on my screen until after you said that!"
Poe crossed his arms, his voice remaining stony and level. "I don't know what you're talking about. I spotted it, I called it."
She set her jaw and glared at him, then let out a huff. "You know what? Fine! Whatever! Just stay the hell out of my brain, you got it? Oh and that cutesy trick at the end, squeezing yourself between me and the Wraith? Don't you ever take that kind of stupid risk again!"
She spun and marched inside with an amused Amanda on her heels.
Rissa reached her locker and yanked it open. Stripping away her breather, she planted it on the shelf along with her helmet. Flight gloves and boots followed with a bang.
"Sucks to be Vampire today," her friend observed. "You have an interesting way to say 'Thank You'."
With an agitated jerk, Rissa yanked the zipper of her flight jacket open and tore her arms free of it. "Stow it. You're out of line."
"We're equal rank."
"I'm the XO."
"Acting XO."
Jacket and pants slammed onto their respective hooks. "Then act like I expect you to stow it."
Amanda stayed there, leaning against the lockers, smirking at her and giggling. Rissa peeled away her thermal bodysuit off, wrinkling her nose against the gym socks odor released. Her bared skin glistened in the fluorescent lighting, thanks to the reflection from the vac-skin woven into it. Her permanent protection was yet another constant reminder of her warped reality.
I may look like an ordinary girl once the flight gear comes off, but the truth is, I'm a living space suit. A normal needle or surgeon's scalpel can't even penetrate my skin.
Somehow, the thought led her to wonder about Poe's piercings. No normal body-art parlor did those, she realized. Their tools would never puncture the implant.
Disrobing complete, she shut away thoughts of irritating boys, disrespectful subordinates and noisy friends. With a sniff at Amanda, she whipped a clean towel off the shelves and marched into the showers.
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When Baili Chao passed by the estate, his gaze was immediately attracted by the figure below the tree. He stopped in his tracks and watched for a moment but that child did not move and just sat there, staring at the estate ahead. Baili Chao also turned, his brows furrowing slightly. The estate might not be called big but it was still sizable and the red robe the youth was wearing was of good quality fabric. Clearly, this family was not poor. So why would this child be sitting outside in the heavy snow?
He finally walked over and Luo Lin turned his head when he heard the crunching steps. He looked at the old man in the white robe. He should probably say something but he did not know what and he didn’t know if his voice would carry.
Baili Chao felt a sinking feeling when Luo Lin turned to look at him. The youth’s lips had lost all color and his skin was as pale as paper. Clearly, he had been much too long outside in the snow. What kind of family was this that they would do something like that to a child?
He clenched his hands into fists before he forced himself to relax. He went over with a faint smile on his lips, hoping to elicit some goodwill from the youth. "What’s your name?"
Luo Lin’s lips parted faintly. He needed a moment to find his voice. "Luo Lin. Like jade." His lips faintly curled. Who knew what he was thinking of?
Baili Chao felt like it wouldn’t be good to ask further in that direction. "So it’s Luo Lin. Well, child, what are you doing outside here?"
Luo Lin turned to look at the gates of the estate again. "My mother … told me to wait here." In fact, it would be more apt to say that she had told him to scram. She might have even mentioned that he should never return. But then again, how often had she said things like that? In the end, she had still always let him back inside after his stepfather talked things over with her. Surely, it would be the same today.
"In this weather?" Baili Chao’s expression turned into one of pity. He thought for a moment and then pulled out a piece of spiritual jade. He crouched down and handed it to Luo Lin. "Here, hold this. It’ll keep you warm."
Luo Lin stared at the stone for a moment that really emitted some faint warmth. Looking up at the old man, he faintly smiled. "Thank you." Inside, he could not help but worry though. He had learned that strangers should not be easily trusted. If somebody did something nice for you, wasn’t it all so they would get something in return? He was well aware of that.
Baili Chao nodded, not quite sure what else to say for a moment. He took a deep breath and then got back up. "Well, I’ll go inside and have a talk with your mother." He didn’t know what had happened but he was sure that Luo Lin’s life here couldn’t be easy. His heart felt pained thinking of this. His two disciples had been the same. Maybe that was why he just couldn’t go past this estate without making sure how Luo Lin was doing.
Luo Lin didn’t say anything and just watched the man turn around and walk toward the gate that he could only stare at from afar. He didn’t know what to expect. Would this … make things better? Or would things actually get worse? With his mother, he never really knew but he was past the point of fear. In fact, his heart felt a little numb as if the outcome didn’t matter any longer.
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Shen Lei stayed at Qiao An’s place for a while longer, discussing how to attract the fairy to him in the first place. Starting from the following day, a startling sight could be seen in the Teng Yong Sect.
Lian Rong’s eyes widened in disbelief. "First senior martial brother … your sleeves …"
"What about them?" Shen Lei took out his sword and leisurely held it in front of him, motioning at Lian Rong to begin.
"They … They’ve vanished!" And there’s snow falling! There are snowflakes accumulating on your shoulders, alright?! Even if you’ve already formed your core, can you stop being so hardcore?! You’re scaring the junior martial brothers at the side! Naturally, Lian Rong didn’t dare to say the latter part but he felt that his first sentence already encompassed his feelings well enough.
Shen Lei blinked his eyes as if he had no idea what his junior martial brother was talking about. He turned to look at his arm and flexed his muscles. "Is that so?" Then he lifted his sword as if the cold didn’t affect him at all and waved at his junior martial brother once again.
Lian Rong’s lips twitched. Was this guy serious? Well, it wasn’t his problem. If his first senior martial brother felt that training in a robe without sleeves was the right decision, then who was he to tell him the opposite? He took his own sword out while shaking his head and attacked.
Thus their training resumed just like on any other day. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as soon as one got used to the look of Shen Lei training with bare arms. This continued for three days. At that time, the other disciples had already stopped caring about Shen Lei’s weird behavior and focused on their own training again. On that day there were once again several injuries because half of the disciples had been distracted. The other half hurriedly lowered their swords and turned to look at the foot of the whole. Sure enough, a certain beauty was once again walking by.
Shen Lei glanced over and smacked his junior martial brother. "Stop staring! Raise your sword and fight me properly!"
Before Lian Rong had any chance to react, Shen Lei attacked once again. While the other disciples continued to stare at the beauty, these two were locked in an intense fight, their robes and hair fluttering in the wind and Shen Lei’s muscles prominently displayed.
At the foot of the mountain, a certain beauty stopped in his tracks. Luo Lin wasn’t used to the sound of swords clashing when he passed by. Normally, his walk was accompanied by astonished silence. Hearing somebody continue to fight passionately, he couldn’t help but lift his gaze and look at the two figures whirling about. His gaze zeroed in on that man, clad in a dark robe whose bare arms showed his indomitable strength. His heart immediately beat faster. Could it be? This man … His cheeks flushed and Luo Lin turned away, hurrying past the hill and back to his own house.
Even though the beauty had fled, the beauty still returned the very next day only to find the same thing happening again. The handsome man with his bare arms continued to fight as if he hadn’t noticed him at all. Luo Lin’s heartbeat once again sped up and he couldn’t help but linger a while longer next to the hill, observing the two men fighting there. Naturally, he didn’t bother about Lian Rong. All his attention was focused on Shen Lei.
Atop the hill, Shen Lei smirked. With his level, he was naturally able to feel Luo Lin’s gaze. It seemed Qiao An had said the truth. This really was the best way to attract the fairy. His fourth step had been an overwhelming success. Now, it was time for the fifth and final step!
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"Little junior! Little junior!" Yan Hong Min ran around his Master’s house, trying to find the little imp that had been taken in last year.
The place he finally found him … was his room where he was cultivating well-behaved. Yan Hong Min’s lips twitched. This brat! He had already made more progress in his first year than he had made even three years after coming to the sect! Could he slow down already?! He wasn’t giving him as his senior any face! If this brat continued like this, then he wouldn’t only have a genius as his big martial brother but also a genius as his small martial brother! The horror of it! Thankfully, this brat was only hardworking but not as talented as Zhi Guan. Mn, he should still make sure that the brat wouldn’t overdo it.
Yan Hong Min sat down in front of Yun Bei Fen and slapped his knee. "Eh! Little junior, didn’t you hear me? Stop cultivating already. It’s not good to cultivate so much."
Yun Bei Fen obediently stopped and opened his eyes, blinking at his second senior martial brother. "Why isn’t it good? Senior martial brother Mei is also cultivating."
Yan Hong Min nudged his forehead. "You’re not as talented as him."
Yun Bei Fen’s expression didn’t waver at all. Naturally, he wasn’t as talented as his senior martial brother Mei. Nobody was as talented as his senior martial brother Mei. His senior martial brother Mei was the most talented cultivator among all the cultivators that existed!
Yan Hong Min tightened his lips. Was that all he would get as a reaction? "Mn, how about playing a game instead?"
"A game?" Yun Bei Fen blinked. "Does senior martial brother Mei also play games?"
"Uh … Sure! Doesn’t everyone play every now and then? Just pick a random night and walk past your third senior martial brother’s house. You’ll be able to hear him play with one of the other seniors of our sect."
"Oh."
"So how about the two of us play a game?"
"The game that third senior martial brother plays with the other seniors?"
Yan Hong Min’s lips twitched. "Uh … no, not that one. We’re going to play something different."
"Then what do we play?"
"Hehe. Look here!" Yan Hong Min took out a paper talisman and handed it to Yun Bei Fen. "This is a very special paper talisman that I made. Your task will be to secretly stick it to the back of senior martial sister Zhang!"
Yun Bei Fen blinked his eyes. "Why?"
Yan Hong Min sighed. "Of course, it’s to signal the start of the game!"
"Then what is the actual game about?"
"Don’t worry about that. You’ll naturally see when it’s time. Ah! But don’t forget that you have to do it secretly!"
Yun Bei Fen thought about it and finally nodded. If his senior martial brother Mei also played games every now and then like everyone else, then he also wanted to play!
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Baili Chao didn’t take much time to think. His disciple had already starved for a day. He couldn’t go and search for a long time to find someone to make him a meal. No, he had to find someone to help in the shortest possible amount of time!
His gaze locked onto a house not far from his own and he dashed over, grabbing the person behind it. "Zhi Guan, do you remember the time before reaching the fourth layer of Qi Refinement when you still needed to eat? Hurry and help me make something for your little junior martial brother!"
Make something to eat? Zhi Guan looked at his Master and then looked at his sword before raising his gaze again. "Shall I go hunt, Master?"
Baili Chao frowned. "Your little junior martial brother hasn’t eaten since yesterday. We can’t make anything that will take much time. A simple porridge should suffice."
Zhi Guan continued to look at his sword. "Master, is there some special ingredient I should hunt for?"
Baili Chao frowned. "Why are you still going on about hunting? We just need a simple bowl of porridge."
Zhi Guan also frowned. Cutting up spiritual beasts didn’t sound difficult but making a bowl of porridge … How was this a simple thing? It couldn’t be that his Master wanted him to undertake this task. No, there had to be something more behind this! "Master … Could it be the cook you have your eyes on is held captive in the den of heretic practitioners? Shall I go and exterminate them so he can return to our Teng Yong Sect?"
Baili Chao stared at his eldest disciple. "I want you to make a bowl of porridge!"
Zhi Guan looked at his Master uncomprehendingly. "Make a bowl of porridge? But … how?"
Baili Chao sighed. It seemed asking his oldest disciple was useless. He waved. "Forget it, forget it. Just continue to practice your sword arts. I’ll go and ask your second junior martial brother." With that, Elder Baili went on his way to consult his second disciple on the art of making porridge.
Zhi Guan watched his Master leave, furrowed his brow and raised his sword again. If you couldn’t make porridge with a sword, then making porridge had to be a waste of time anyway.
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yansusustories
I finished writing "A Hairy Situation" so I'm back to working on A Little Bunny as my main extra. :)
Elder Baili looked at his four disciples gravely. It was days like today where he felt it would have been better to have at least one that was a little more normal. Well, he couldn’t exchange for better ones anyway so he’d have to make do with these ones. At the very least, Zhi Guan might win some honor for him.
He cleared his throat and turned to Yun Bei Fen. "Listen well now, Fen’er: Every five years, the righteous sects hold a competition among their young talents at one of the gates of the world. Our Teng Yong Sect is precisely the Northern Gate that the Black Warrior presides over. And today is the day when the competition will be held at our sect grounds."
"So that is why there are so many people!" Yun Bei Fen’s eyes widened in sudden realization. He had seen many new faces over the last few days and had wondered which Master had taken them in. Ah, but never mind that. The competition was much more important! He should show his Master that he really cared and ask some questions! "Will senior martial brother Mei also take part in the competition?"
Baili Chao’s brows twitched. Was that all this brat was interested in? He really wanted to scold him but looking at Yun Bei Fen’s curious doe eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to even raise his voice. Ah, why had he gotten such a little bunny as his last disciple? Fate seemed to be toying with him!
In the end, he sighed. "I don’t know about that. It depends on whether his Master registered him but with Mei Chao Bing’s age and cultivation base, he should have. So it’s at least likely."
Yun Bei Fen who had deflated at the first part cheered up instantly. So he would be able to see senior martial brother Mei fight?! How great! Senior martial brother Mei was even more handsome than usual while fighting. Yun Bei Fen smiled brightly at his Master, making the old man smile back.
When he noticed what he was doing, Elder Baili coughed and schooled his expression. This child! Looking at him as if a flower would grow out of his head the next moment … Just what was he trying to do?! He’d better concentrate on the important details!
"Anyway, there’ll be several rounds and your senior martial brothers will take part in the competition. You should go and watch their fights."
Yun Bei Fen nodded eagerly. "Don’t worry, Master. I’ll definitely go and cheer senior martial brother Mei on! I won’t forget to show up for even a single one of his fights!"
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Yun Bei Fen carried the very special paper talisman that his second senior martial brother had made over to the peak of Elder Rong. He hadn’t been here very often but he had seen Elder Rong’s disciples train with especially big swords and something his Master had called a halberd. It seemed they were really fond of big weapons.
Senior martial sister Zhang was one of the direct disciples of Elder Rong. He had heard other disciples say that she was very beautiful but also very strong and very brutal. To be honest, he felt that senior martial brother Mei was much better looking than her but maybe she was stronger and more brutal than beautiful anyway. Although she definitely wasn’t as strong as senior martial brother Mei.
Yun Bei Fen finally arrived at the peak and spotted Zhang Yi Fei on top of a hill where she was comparing notes with another martial sister. Several others were surrounding them, most of them cheering Zhang Yi Fei on.
Yun Bei Fen hurried up the hill and squeezed through the crowd of martial sisters. Since he was small, they didn’t mind either, even making way for him so he could also watch the fight.
Yun Bei Fen had only joined the sect a year ago and even though he had made progress in his cultivation thanks to his hard work, he didn’t know anything about fights. He had only seen his senior martial brother Mei fight once too so he wasn’t very interested in learning about it. His Master had said that senior martial brother just cultivated most of the time so he should do the same.
Thus instead of watching the fight, Yun Bei Fen looked at Zhang Yi Fei’s back. Right now, she was moving all the time so it was hard to say but he felt like this back was very high above the ground. How was he supposed to secretly stick the paper talisman onto it?
Yun Bei Fen continued to watch until Zhang Yi Fei won. When her opponent’s weapon flew away, she straightened up. It was as he had thought: Her back was really high up! He wouldn’t be able to stick the talisman on there by himself.
Yun Bei Fen turned to the cheering martial sister next to him and tugged at her sleeve.
The girl looked down in surprise but her eyes lit up when she saw Yun Bei Fen. "Aren’t you Elder Baili’s disciple? What are you doing here? Did you also come here to watch senior martial sister Zhang’s fight?"
Yun Bei Fen shook his head and raised the paper talisman. "Second senior martial brother gave me this paper talisman and said I should stick it onto senior martial sister Zhang’s back. But senior martial sister Zhang is so tall. Can you help me stick it on? Second senior martial brother said I have to do it secretly though!"
The senior martial sister took the talisman with a complicated gaze before looking at Zhang Yi Fei who was already walking over. Naturally, as one of the direct disciples of Elder Rong with a very high cultivation base, she had heard every word.
"What did that Yan Hong Min do this time? Let me see the paper talisman!"
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For a divorcee man who used to be Otaku like me, one would never think that a girl would ever point a sword at me.
You think I’m joking? Too bad, I’m not joking at all.
I felt a drop of cold sweat drip down on my forehead as the tip of a longsword was thrust before my eyes.
Holding the sword was a beautiful girl, a naked beautiful girl with silver hair.
Yes, she was a very alluring girl.
Am I joking again? Hell no, I’m damn fucking serious here.
The girl who pointed the sword at me was a real beauty. Yes, the girl possessed a beauty that felt so unreal, you could call her an angel or even a goddess.
My ex-bitch wife would never ever compete with this girl.
I couldn’t help but admire her despite the situation, since I never saw beautiful girls like her in my whole life. This girl is perfect in every possible ways. I can describe her in one sentence
Her beauty was comparable with a goddess.
She held a beauty that I couldn’t think of any other word to describe. Men would get swoon over her and, without a doubt, lust after her.
Normally, as a man, I would feel aroused when I saw a beautiful naked girl like her. Unfortunately, the girl glared at me with glowing ruby eyes like I murdered her parent. This was apparently a turn off of mine. Frankly speaking, I was scared to death.
But how did this actually happen?
Before this sudden event, I’m pretty sure I was sitting on my couch in my living room.
“Who are you?” The silver-haired girl asked me as I started trying to remember how I got into this kind of situation.
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Baili Chao took a deep breath. "It’s good you’re that enthusiastic, Zhi Guan. As his seniors, you should take good care of Fen’er. In fact, I want all three of you to think about this matter and come up with an idea on what kind of sword to give to him."
"Mn!" Zhi Guan nodded earnestly while the other two didn’t seem as thrilled.
Yan Hong Min still picked at the burnt spot on the table while Luo Lin examined his fingernails.
Baili Chao rubbed his brow. It seemed he couldn’t depend on them like this. He cleared his throat again. "Ahem, just so you know your Master naturally won’t forget about you just because your little junior is at such an important junction in his life. The one whose sword Fen’er chooses will get something special."
"A sword?"
"A barking spirit piglet?"
"A golden hairpin?"
Baili Chao sighed and waved his hand. "Whatever the person wants to have. As long as it’s something your Master can afford!" He hastily added this restriction when he saw Yan Hong Min’s sparkling eyes. Ah, thankfully he had thought of it early enough! Otherwise, this guy would come up with something nasty for sure. "Alright, since you know now, you better start thinking about what kind of sword to give to Fen’er. If you need some help, you can ask me."
"Yes, Master!"
The three of them got up and went their own way, all thinking of what kind of sword would be suited best to Yun Bei Fen.
The one who got to work first was Zhi Guan. Thinking about this little junior martial brother of his he felt that the boy was quite small and that his arms were rather thin. Naturally, he would still grow and his body could be trained but for the time being, he couldn’t use a sword that was too long or too heavy. Things like that had to be approached gradually.
Thus he finally decided that a slightly longer short sword would be suited the best for him. As for the weight … If he remembered correctly, then there was something called the floating cloud ore in the nearby mountains. If he got some of that and combined it with the powder made from the scales of the thunder lizard, then it should be appropriate for Yun Bei Fen. With that thought, Zhi Guan grabbed his own sword and set off to gather his ingredients.
Meanwhile, Yan Hong Min returned to his own house and locked himself up in his workroom. A sword for his little junior martial brother was it? He would make him the greatest sword ever! Zhi Guan’s and Luo Lin’s swords would pale in comparison and their Master would be impressed by what he had come up with! Thus the second person went to work, grinning madly.
As for Luo Lin … He went for a stroll through the Teng Yong Sect, seemingly not caring at all about the task he had received from his Master.
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Yun Bei Fen blinked when he opened the door and saw his Master, as well as his three senior martial brothers in front of it. "Master. First senior martial brother. Second senior martial brother. Third senior martial brother." He looked at all of them after each other, not understanding what was going on. "Why did you come?"
Baili Chao rubbed his little disciple’s head and smiled. "Ah, you see, Fen’er, you’ve been here for quite a while now. It’s time you learn how to use a sword."
Yun Bei Fen beamed. "Like senior martial brother Mei?"
"Uh … Yes." Baili Chao coughed and motioned to his other three disciples. "When learning how to use the sword, it’s important that you have a good one that is suitable for you. Your senior martial brothers pondered this in the last two weeks and all found a sword they think might be suitable for you. Why don’t you take a look at them now and decide which one to use?"
Yun Bei Fen nodded and turned to his senior martial brothers.
Zhi Guan stepped forward and held his sword in front of Yun Bei Fen. "It’s a little smaller and lighter than other swords. Learning will be easier for you with this since you’re still small."
Yun Bei Fen nodded. "Thank you, first senior martial brother!" He wanted to take the sword from him but Yan Hong Min jumped in front of him.
"Ah, wait, wait, wait! No need to take it. Take a look at my sword first!" He showed Yun Bei Fen the one he had modified with sparkling eyes. "How is it? It’s not that small but I added a little something so swinging it will have two times the effect! And it even makes sounds when you use it. How about senior martial brother demonstrates for you?" He lifted the sword but Baili Chao caught his arm with a dark expression.
"No need for a demonstration. Let Luo Lin show him his sword." After all, he didn’t want to lose another bit of greenery. His own hill looked bad enough.
Luo Lin smiled and crouched down in front of Yun Bei Fen, holding up the sword. "This is the sword I found for you. It looks a little old but I’m sure you’ll love it!" He motioned for Yun Bei Fen to step closer and leaned forward, whispering something into his ear.
Yun Bei Fen’s eyes lit up and he snatched the sword from Luo Lin’s hands, pressing it against his chest. "Thank you, third senior martial brother! I’ll definitely take good care of it!"
"Mn. I know." Luo Lin patted his little junior martial brother’s head and got up, smiling at his Master. "Master … how about that hairpin now?"
Baili Chao stared at his third disciple. Just what had he said for Yun Bei Fen to react like this? He couldn’t think of anything that might be great about this sword. But, well, he had promised. "Sure. Have a look around and see if there is one you like. You can tell Master then."
"Sure!" Luo Lin smiled, leaned down and kissed Yun Bei Fen’s cheek. "Have fun learning sword arts, little junior!" With that, he turned around and skipped away.
The other two also bid their farewell and returned to their own places.
Meanwhile, Baili Chao turned to his youngest disciple. "Fen’er …"
"Mn? What is it, Master?"
"Why did you decide on this sword?"
"Master said I should have a good sword and this is the best sword in the world! Naturally, I chose this one."
Baili Chao blinked. "Uh … What? Luo Lin told you this is the best sword in the world and you believed him just like that?" Was his little disciple still sleepy?
Yun Bei Fen shook his head. "No, third senior martial brother told me this is the sword senior martial brother Mei used when he learned sword arts. Naturally, it has to be the best sword in the world!"
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Mei Chao Bing didn’t have much time to wonder about Yun Bei Fen’s strange behavior. Sect Master Zhang arrived at the venue, making all the disciples fall silent. Even the Elders that had brought the disciples from the other sects over, turned toward him and cupped their fists.
Zhang Guan Yu smiled and took his place at the top of the stand, looking over this year’s participants. "Welcome to the competition of the Northern Gate. I won’t waste much of your time. The rules are just as in every other year: The participating disciples will be organized in pairs by drawing lots. The respective winner of a fight will advance to the next round. Today, the first three rounds will be fought. The fourth to sixth round with one day between them each and the last round after another three days' time. Now, let’s commence with the drawing of the lots." He motioned to two Elders standing to the side.
The men nodded and carried a jar that was about half the size of a human body to a pedestal. The words 'Northern Gate' were engraved on the front of the jar and the imprint of a hand.
Elder Baili turned to his disciples to tell Yun Bei Fen just whose handprint that was but … Where was Yun Bei Fen? He raised his brows and looked around but his fourth disciple remained missing.
Baili Chao furrowed his brows. He wanted to ask his other disciples but with the drawing of the lots about to begin, there was no chance to speak up. He sighed and turned back to the front, waving at the three of them to get in line.
The Elders in front stepped back with a solemn expression. At the far back of the sect grounds, a sliver of spiritual energy was ignited, resonating with the jar. One of the Elders waved toward the first disciple in line, prompting him to step forward.
The disciple carefully approached the jar and reached in, taking out a jade slip with an engraving before he stepped back. The next disciple stepped forward and took out another jade slip. One after the other the disciples took turns in drawing the lots. As soon as two of them received one with the same engraving, the two jade slips lit up and a jade platform with the same engraving in the middle rose from the ground. The two disciples rushed over and took their positions but none of the fights started yet. Only when the last two disciples took their places did the Elders carry the jar away and the other Elders took their seats on the stands.
Yun Bei Fen hurried through the crowd of disciples and intently stared up at the platform where Mei Chao Bing was eying his opponent. Looking at the white-clad figure with the black hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes started to sparkle.
Ah, senior martial brother Mei … So handsome!
On the platform, Mei Chao Bing blinked and glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough, the child was back.
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Yun Bei Fen ran down the hill and stopped. He looked back up again and blinked his eyes before looking in the direction of his Master’s peak. He finally knew what he had to find out about senior martial brother Mei but … who could he ask for the answers? His first and second senior martial brother weren’t there and his third senior martial brother was busy with his owl. Ah, maybe third senior martial brother had already finished?
He ran over to his house and listened. This time nothing could be heard. Yun Bei Fen beamed and knocked on the door.
Soon enough, Luo Lin opened the door. "Little junior martial brother. How nice of you to come by!" He leaned down and patted his head. "Did you run into trouble?"
Yun Bei Fen shook his head. "No. Third senior martial brother, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Luo Lin smiled. "Do you want to come in?"
Yun Bei Fen shook his head. "No need. You should properly make up with the owl. I won’t take long."
"Uh … alright?" Which owl though?
"It’s about senior martial brother Mei. One of the senior martial sisters told me to find out what he likes to eat, what kind of fragrance or jewelry he likes, what kind of hairpins he wears and who his favorite cultivator is. Do you know any of this, third senior martial brother?"
"I don’t think I know any of that …"
"Then does your owl know?"
"My … owl?" Luo Lin blinked. He wasn’t talking about Ah Lei, was he? Well, even if he wasn’t there was no reason why he shouldn’t ask Ah Lei. "Wait a moment. I’ll go ask."
"Mn!" Yun Bei Fen nodded happily. He was sure that the all-knowing owl would know about Mei Chao Bing. He just had to wait now until his third senior martial brother came back with news.
Luo Lin went back inside and jumped onto the bed. Shen Lei had faced away from the door and closed his eyes. Luo Lin inched closer and put his head on his back. "Ah Lei?"
The man didn’t answer. His back rose and lowered evenly.
Luo Lin pursed his lips and reached out, drawing a circle on his lover’s back. Unfortunately, Shen Lei still didn’t wake up. Luo Lin sighed and pressed his lips onto his skin. "Ah Lei …"
"Mn …"
"Ah Lei …" Luo Lin’s hand sneaked around his lover’s waist and reached down.
"Ah …" Shen Lei opened his eyes and reached behind him. "What is it, my fairy? Are you restless?"
Luo Lin happily clung to his lover’s neck when he turned onto his back and smiled. "Luo Lin’s little junior came and asked some questions. Ah Lei wouldn’t know about that little disciple of Elder Feng by any chance, would he?"
"Mn, I know him. What about him?"
Luo Lin chuckled. "Luo Lin’s little junior wants to know some things about him. Mn … His favorite food and fragrance, what he likes to wear and … who is his favorite cultivator?"
Shen Lei raised his brows. "That’s quite a lot."
"Luo Lin’s little junior likes him very much."
"Mn, I don’t know much. His favorite cultivator should be An Jing Mu from the Qin He Sect. As for the rest … I’m not too sure. He doesn’t like sweet food and he doesn’t like fancy things either."
"So no fragrance and simple clothes?"
"Mn. Just like that."
"Alright. Then Luo Lin will go and tell his junior."
"Mn." Shen Lei nodded but pulled Luo Lin back when he wanted to get up.
"What is it?"
"Don’t take too long. Now that I’m awake …"
"Mn. Luo Lin knows. Luo Lin will be back soon." He kissed his lover’s lips and hurried outside, relaying Shen Lei’s words to Yun Bei Fen before returning to the bedroom.
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Yun Bei Fen didn’t understand the tumult around him but he didn’t care too much either. It seemed his third senior martial brother had managed to win with his secret technique. Their Master should be very happy! In that case …
Yun Bei Fen turned around and continued onward to find Mei Chao Bing. He didn’t want to miss out on his other fights. No, his Master had said he should watch all of them so it was important to find him fast!
Yun Bei Fen weaved around between the spectating disciples and glanced up at all the stages to see if his senior martial brother Mei was already on there. Finally, he found himself in front of a stage where somebody was fighting that he knew very well. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Mei Chao Bing either.
Yun Bei Fen’s expression fell but since the person up there was his second senior martial brother, he stopped for a moment and watched.
Right now, Yan Hong Min was jumping around a cultivator in a red robe, trying to stick a paper talisman onto his back. Unfortunately, that cultivator wasn’t any slower than him. He whirled around, his sword cut through the air and almost cut Yan Hong Min’s shoulder.
Yun Bei Fen’s senior martial brother ducked and rolled on the ground off the stage, leaping to his feet behind the cultivator and trying to stick the talisman onto his back again.
The other disciple ground his teeth and whirled around again, his sword going for the hand holding the talisman this time. Yan Hong Min sidestepped and leaned back when the sword came at him once again. He mumbled under his breath and kept the talisman, instead taking out a handful of marbles that shimmered in all the colors of the rainbow.
Yun Bei Fen’s eyes sparkled in response. His second senior martial brother always had a lot of interesting things but he had never seen any of these before. They looked really pretty!
Yan Hong Min took the really pretty yellow marble and threw it at the red-robed cultivator.
The disciple evaded but seeing his opponent throw something at him, he finally snapped. "You! Take out your sword and fight if you want to be a cultivator!" He dashed toward Yan Hong Min and slashed out, his weapon wrapped in spiritual energy.
Yan Hong Min’s eyes lit up and he threw the blue marble at him.
The other disciple frowned. If he evaded again, this guy would use the opportunity to pull out some other thing and prolong this fight even more. He gritted his teeth and slashed out toward the marble, splitting it in half. The marble turned into a cloud of blue dust but the disciple ignored it. He grinned triumphantly and dashed further toward Yan Hong Min. This time, he finally had hi—
His eyes widened and he stopped in the motion as if he had been frozen solid.
The audience below also froze. Just what had happened? Why was he like this?
Yan Hong Min laughed, picked up the violet marble and threw it at him too. The marble hit the disciple’s body and shattered into another cloud of dust. The frozen cultivator stumbled forward but before he could try to regain his balance, the green marble smashed against his knee and he was pulled down onto the ground by a thorny vine.
He howled in anger but just when he managed to cut through the vine and fight himself back onto his knees, another blue marble smashed into his chest and blasted him right off the stage.
Yan Hong Min clapped his hands. "Yes! This worked even better than I thought!" With that, he hopped of the stage, securing the remaining marbles in his spatial ring. Ah, he should see if he could try those out in the second round. Or maybe he would finally have a chance to see if his shock-talisman worked as well as he thought?
Yun Bei Fen watched him leave, shook his head and also hurried away. He still had to find senior martial brother Mei, after all!
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Shen Lei’s fight against Qu Yijun … Those that were present that day weren’t able to forget about it for a long time. Qu Yijun had been Elder Feng’s most prized disciple until that day. He had received many resources from the sect and been personally advised on his cultivation by the Elder himself. There weren’t many in the Teng Yong Sect that would have dared to claim that they would be able to beat him in a fight. But Shen Lei, this almost unknown disciple, just marched right up to him, took out his sword, bowed, and challenged him to a fight as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Which reason would somebody of Qu Yijun’s status have to reject such a challenge? Thus he accepted and thus he met his doom.
What everyone had believed to be a fight in favor of Qu Yijun turned out to be a one-sided bashing of the prodigy.
Afterward, Shen Lei sheathed his sword and looked at his victim with eyes sparkling with mirth. "Thank you for your guidance, senior martial brother Qu, you really opened my eyes. Right, now that we’re chatting amicably, there’s this one question I’ve wanted to ask you for a while. Would senior martial brother Qu be willing to answer?"
Qu Yijun glanced up at Shen Lei with a dark expression. Thanking him for his guidance after defeating him like this? This guy was clearly mocking him! What kind of question could he have?
Shen Lei didn’t expect an answer. He just continued to look at his victim and a faint smile lit up his expression. "Let me just ask. If senior martial brother is willing to teach me, you can just answer after hearing it. Naturally, I could also understand if senior martial brother would rather keep some secrets to himself."
Qu Yijun’s expression turned even darker but his whole body hurt so he didn’t dare to talk back. Who knew what this madman would do if he tried?
Shen Lei smoothed out his sleeves in an unhurried manner and secured his sword at his side. "I heard that senior martial brother Qu was able to gain the affection of Elder Baili’s third disciple, Luo Lin. Might I ask how senior martial brother was able to do so?"
Qu Yijun almost coughed up blood. So he had been beaten up because of a beauty?! He never should’ve tried to lure that Luo Lin into his bed! He gritted his teeth and glared at Shen Lei. Hmph, acquiring information from him after trampling on his dignity? He’d be damned if he told this brat a single thing! No, he’d use this opportunity to teach him a lesson if he already presented it to him.
Qu Yijun grimaced and fought himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t make too bad of an impression. "Why are you asking me, junior martial brother Shen? Isn’t there somebody who can answer that question much better than me?"
"Oh?" Shen Lei frowned. How come there was somebody else? Wasn’t this the guy that had won the fairy’s heart?
"Mn. You should go and ask Sect Master Zhang’s second disciple, Qiao An."
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Yun Bei Fen was reassured now that the prophetic owl had spoken. It seemed nothing had happened to his senior martial brother Mei. In that case … he should go and ask his first senior martial brother what that 'unromantic' meant.
The little bunny skipped over the meadow and to a third house. On the free plain behind it, a person could be seen whirling about with a sword in hand. Yun Bei Fen ran over on his short legs and stared at the person unblinking.
Finally, the man stopped. He continued to hold his sword in front of him before slowly standing up and lowering it. He turned to Yun Bei Fen and looked at him wordlessly.
Yun Bei Fen rushed over and looked at his big senior martial brother with bright eyes. "First senior martial brother, I have a question!"
"What is it?"
"Second senior martial brother told me a story about a bunny and a moon and he said it’s unromantic if the moon doesn’t learn martial arts after the bunny looked at it for a long time."
His first senior martial brother frowned. "And?"
"What does second senior martial brother mean with 'unromantic'?"
His first senior martial brother frowned even more. "Mn … He certainly means … the romance of the sword!" Zhi Guan grabbed his own weapon tighter and looked at it lovingly.
Unfortunately, the little bunny didn’t understand. "What’s the romance of the sword?"
Zhi Guan patted his sword. "It’s this. As a real man, you should never separate from your weapon. Through all the ups and downs in your life, your weapon will accompany you and you will use it to strike down your foes and save those important to you. The only one you can trust is your sword."
"Oh." Yun Bei Fen looked at his big senior martial brother’s sword. He didn’t really understand why he should trust it but then again their Master had also brought him here on a … sword. "First senior martial brother?"
"Mn?" Zhi Guan looked at the little person that was tugging at his sleeve. "What is it?"
"Then what about senior martial brother Mei? He isn’t a sword. Does that mean I can’t trust him?"
Zhi Guan frowned. "How could that be? Your sword will always be there but sometimes one man and one sword won’t be enough. In the face of too mighty a foe, the ones you can turn to will be your brothers-in-arms. So naturally, you should also trust them. That is also the romance of the sword. Those who understand it and accompany you on this way, they will naturally be your companions. With your sword, you will strike out on one side while the other side will be guarded by them."
Yun Bei Fen nodded slowly. "So it turns out the moon was training martial arts because of that. Second senior martial brother really didn’t explain it very well."
Zhi Guan looked at the little bunny and finally took one hand from his weapon, reached down and awkwardly patted the little head. "Don’t listen to that brat. He’s not serious enough about the way of the sword. Go practice now."
Yun Bei Fen nodded and hugged his big senior martial brother’s leg before hurrying away.
Zhi Guan looked after him before flashing to a shrub close to him and picking something up by the scruff of its neck. "Seen enough yet, brat? Then train a bit with me." With that, Yan Hong Min was thrown to the ground and a weapon pointed at him.
"No!" With tears in his eyes, Yan Hong Min looked at the person in front of him. "Have mercy, senior martial brother!"
Unfortunately, the sword came right at his face. Wuwuwu, he would never try to set their big senior martial brother up again!
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Yun Bei Fen sat in his room in his Master’s house and pondered with his brows drawn together. It hadn’t been long since he found out that he had to learn a lot about his senior martial brother if he wanted to like him. Unfortunately, he had yet to figure out just what he needed to know. Did it need to be something important? Or maybe some details about his everyday life would be enough?
Yun Bei Fen slumped down on the windowsill and looked at the hill where Mei Chao Bing lived. If it was just about his everyday life, then he knew a lot already. But as for other things … He didn’t know anything.
Yun Bei Fen pursed his lips and finally jumped up. Since he didn’t know he had to go and ask. As always, Yun Bei Fen ran out of the house and behind the one where his first senior martial brother lived.
The figure that normally swirled around with his sword in hand couldn’t be seen.
Yun Bei Fen stared unbelievingly and then turned back, knocking on the door instead but nobody answered.
Yun Bei Fen frowned. Where was his first senior martial brother? He looked around but couldn’t see him anywhere. He pondered. This issue was very important. He had already wasted a lot of time when he thought about this himself. He couldn’t lose even more!
Thus he ran to his second senior martial brother’s house, knocked and waited. Nobody answered though. He pondered and then opened the door by himself. His second senior martial brother had probably prepared some trap he was supposed to walk into. He should do so and then ask about senior martial brother Mei.
Yun Bei Fen went in and stood in the doorway for a while. When nothing happened, he looked up. Strange. There was nothing there. Could it be second senior martial brother had prepared his trap somewhere else? He went to his workroom next but couldn’t find one there either. He furrowed his brows and circled around the room until he arrived in front of the door again.
Nobody was there.
Yun Bei Fen walked out and looked at his third senior martial brother’s house. He didn’t know whether he should go or not but finally decided that it was worth a try. He went over but before he could knock, a scream sounded from inside.
Yun Bei Fen lowered his hand and turned away. It seemed third senior martial brother was screaming at the owl again. He didn’t understand why he did so but he had heard this very often already. It was better not to bother him right now.
Thus he walked to Elder Rong’s peak where a lot of nice senior martial sisters lived. One of them would surely know what he should find out about senior martial brother Mei! Mn, maybe … maybe one of them would even know something important about senior martial brother Mei that they could tell him!
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Yun Bei Fen did as his third senior martial brother had said and went to see his first senior martial brother. Unsurprisingly, Zhi Guan was practicing his swordsmanship in the valley behind his house.
One stroke of his blade generated a gust of wind that shook the leaves off a tree before he danced among them. One. Two. Three … One after the other, the leaves were cut in two. Another strike whirled them up into the air again and the spectacle repeated until those dozen leaves had turned into thousands of pieces, floating to the grounds like snowflakes in winter.
Yun Bei Fen stared at his first senior martial brother with wide eyes. Woah! His first senior martial brother had to be the second-best cultivator in the whole cultivation world if he could do something like this!
Zhi Guan lowered his sword and stroked the blade, a barely detectable trace of satisfaction in his expression that soon changed to determination. He lifted his weapon again and wanted to continue when Yun Bei Fen ran forward and tugged at his sleeve with sparkling eyes.
"Senior martial brother!"
"Junior martial brother." Zhi Guan reluctantly put his sword away. "Did you come here to train with me?"
Yun Bei Fen shook his head. Actually, he hadn’t come to do anything. But if he was here already, then maybe he could ask his first senior martial brother how to like someone? A great cultivator like his senior martial brother should know a lot about everything, shouldn’t he? "Senior martial brother, can I ask you a question?"
"Mn."
"How do you like someone?"
Zhi Guan tensed. "Did your second senior martial brother sent you?"
Yun Bei Fen shook his head. "Third senior martial brother sent me. He said he had to think about it for a while. So do you know?"
Zhi Guan grabbed the hilt of his sword and furrowed his brows, thinking deeply. The thing he liked the most was his sword without a doubt. And his love for his sword was expressed in many ways but at the bottom of it … "If you like something, then you have to spend your time with it. You have to take care of it and learn about it until you have unraveled all of its secrets and know it by heart."
"Oh, so it’s like that!" Yun Bei Fen looked to one of the hills not far away and pursed his lips. It seemed … he didn’t know much about senior martial brother Mei even though he liked him a lot. He should try harder in the future to learn more about him! "Thank you, senior martial brother! Then I’ll go do that!"
"Mn. Train hard!" Zhi Guan took out his sword again and thus didn’t notice that Yun Bei Fen didn’t return to his own place at all but instead made his way over to another person’s home to spend his time closer to the person he liked.
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yansusustories
I actually hadn't planned on posting a new chapter so soon but then I was inspired by crimson_carnation's comment on chapter 4(2) so here you go :p
Baili Chao cleared his throat and looked at his three eldest disciples awe-inspiringly. "Disciples, today, I called you together to discuss a very important matter!"
Zhi Guan straightened up, elated. "Is it the righteous path’ Sword Competition that is being held every ten years to exchange pointers and determine the strongest sword cultivator?"
Baili Chao frowned. "No, it’s still a year until then."
Zhi Guan’s enthusiasm withered. If it wasn’t the Sword Competition, then why was he here? He’d much rather go and train his own sword arts.
While one was sad, another was happy. Hearing that it wasn’t something dull like the Sword Competition, Yan Hong Min perked up. "Could it be? Did the secret affair between Sect Master Zhang and Martial Aunt Xu finally get revealed?!"
"What?"
"Oh. So that wasn’t it." Yan Hong Min slumped down on the table and picked at a burned spot. How boring!
"Ah!" Luo Lin jumped to his feet, his eyes sparkling brightly. "Did Master find an injured cultivator at the roadside when you were out and now you need someone to take care of him? Don’t worry any longer, Master! Luo Lin volunteers to take up this task!"
Baili Chao was rendered speechless. Why were his disciples coming up with even stranger ideas?! Before he could call them back to order, his second disciple already pointed at the third.
"Fuck! What do you mean you want to take care of him?"
Luo Lin tilted his head and touched his cheek. "That was exactly what I thought of."
Baili Chao’s lips twitched. "Enough, you two! There’s no injured cultivator."
"No?" Luo Lin sank back onto his chair with a disappointed expression, cupped his face and sighed. "So there isn’t an injured cultivator at all …"
Baili Chao ignored him before he cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders to get back some momentum. "As I said, I called you over to discuss a very important matter today. Your little junior martial brother, Fen’er, has already been with us for some time. His spiritual cultivation is also slowly coming along. Now, it’s time to start with his sword cultivation. In other words: Fen’er needs a sword!"
Luo Lin lowered his hands and looked up, blinking his limpid eyes. "Isn’t he a little young to do that kind of thing? Maybe we should wait until he’s a little older. I remember my first time —"
Zhi Guan leaped to his feet before Luo Lin had time to reminisce. "Don’t worry about this, Master! I will definitely make sure that our little junior gets the sword best-suited for him!"
Baili Chao looked at his disciples and sighed. Ah, could he really trust these three to help with finding a good sword for his fourth disciple? He really wasn’t too sure anymore.
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Baili Chao brought his hair color back under control with his spiritual energy and walked to his third disciple’s house with a huff. He knocked on the door in a bad mood that didn’t get much better when it didn’t open immediately.
Well, at the very least, he could hear quiet steps from inside. Mn, as expected, his third disciple was much better than his second who only knew how to cause trouble all day.
The door finally opened to reveal a youth in a red robe. His equally red lips curved up in a pretty smile. "Good morning, Master. What might be the matter?"
Baili Chao’s brows twitched and he reached over, straightening out that red robe so his collarbones wouldn’t peek out. "Luo Lin, ah, it’s like this: Your little junior martial brother arrived yesterday and doesn’t know how to cultivate yet. He’ll need to eat. You’re the one who came to the sect the latest so your memory of that rice porridge should still be fresh. Why don’t you make a bowl for your junior martial brother?"
Luo Lin gazed at his Master with that pair of limpid eyes framed by thick lashes and finally nodded. "If Master wants me to do it, then naturally, Luo Lin will comply. Master can go back. Luo Lin will bring the porridge over in a bit." He stepped back into the house and closed the door.
Baili Chao nodded in satisfaction. Ah, look at this! His third disciple was still the most sensible!
Inside the house, Luo Lin ran back to the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. He ran his fingers over the back of the man lying there and snuggled up to him, his lips nearing his ear. "Ah Lei … Say, do you know how to make porridge?"
The man’s lips curved up while his brows raised. He didn’t open his eyes though. "Does my fairy want to eat porridge?"
"Doesn’t Ah Lei feel like he should help Luo Lin replenish some energy?" Luo Lin playfully traced the curve of his neck, wrapping one of the black strands of hair around his finger.
The man cracked his eyes open. "My fairy seems quite energetic."
"Ah but Luo Lin is really very, very tired. Luo Lin didn’t sleep much last night."
The man sighed and finally sat up, pulling the blanket around his hips. "Well, if my fairy is that famished, then I should naturally go and make some porridge."
Luo Lin giggled and rubbed the man’s thigh. "What a capable man!"
"Mn." He leaned down and kissed Luo Lin’s shoulder before getting up and putting on his robe.
Luo Lin propped himself up on his elbows. "Ah Lei?"
"Mn?"
"Luo Lin just remembered that his new junior martial brother joined the sect yesterday and Luo Lin couldn’t welcome him yet. Could Ah Lei make another bowl of porridge so Luo Lin can bring one of them over? Or is Luo Lin asking too much?"
The man smiled and ran his fingers through the silky black hair. "My fairy’s junior martial brother is naturally important to me as well. Just wait here for me."
With that, the man left to make two bowls of porridge one of which was soon carried over to Elder Baili’s house by a certain fairy.
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The fairy slowly strolled past the hill, prompting the disciples to continue looking. Blood tinted the snow to their feet red and stained their otherwise pristine robes. They didn’t care. That was a beauty! Never mind that their Teng Yong Sect also had female disciples, what did gender matter in the face of beauty? It wasn’t forbidden just to look, was it?!
Shen Lei lowered his sword and stepped closer to his opponent, heavily putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ah Rong, who’s he?"
Lian Rong was startled out of his reverie and looked at his senior martial brother with a miffed expression. "First senior martial brother! How can you do this to me? How often do we get to see a beauty around here? Let me look a moment longer!"
Shen Lei patted his shoulder with a bit too much force, making his junior martial brother wince.
"Alright, alright, that’s Elder Baili’s third disciple. He’s called Luo Lin."
"Luo Lin …" Shen Lei smiled. So his fairy was called Luo Lin. What a beautiful name! "So what do you know about him?"
Lian Rong glanced at his senior martial brother and shuddered. Don’t tell him he had taken a fancy to Luo Lin?! He coughed and carefully tried to wriggle out of his senior martial brother’s grasp. Unfortunately, Shen Lei was holding on too tightly. "First senior martial brother, don’t be like this! You were the one asking! You can’t get angry just because I’m telling you bad news!"
Shen Lei’s fingers curled even tighter around his junior martial brother’s shoulder. "You didn’t tell me anything yet. Speak!" He couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of bad news there could be. Could it be some shameless bastard had already made a move on his fairy? In that case … He’d have to take care of his rival first. After he showed his fairy that that bastard wasn’t all that much, he could still win him over!
Lian Rong sighed. It seemed he wouldn’t get around this. Well, he could only hope that his first senior martial brother would direct his anger at somebody else. Come to think of it maybe he should just push the blame onto somebody … He looked off into the distance and inwardly nodded to himself. Yes, yes, that was the way to go. Ah, don’t blame him! His first senior martial brother was just too scary when he got angry!
Lian Rong took a deep breath and turned back to his senior martial brother with a wry smile. "Well … How should I put it?"
Shen Lei frowned. "However you put it, put it fast!" The fairy was already disappearing in the distance. This would have been the best opportunity to chase after him but no, Lian Rong just had to ruin everything by taking his sweet time.
Lian Rong coughed. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you! That Luo Lin is infamous for attracting all men. There isn’t anyone who could hold onto him for more than a few weeks though. Currently, he’s rumored to share his bed with Qu Yijun from Elder Feng’s peak."
Shen Lei’s brows drew together. Qu Yijun … So he was the bastard that had dared to make a move on his fairy! "I guess it’s time to go visit Elder Feng’s peak." Shen Lei let go of his junior martial brother’s shoulder and turned away, his sword gripped tightly in his hand. Mn, the first step of catching a fairy was to beat up the person that held onto it. In fact, breaking a finger or two couldn’t be wrong.
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The next morning, a certain evil senior martial brother was lying in wait for his junior to get up. When the little bunny swayed out of its room with sleepy eyes and tumbled down the corridor, he followed him without lending a helping hand. His eyes were already lit up with glee. Certainly, his little junior would run and ask their eldest senior martial brother what that 'unromantic' was about! Ah, he couldn’t wait to see his senior’s face!
Unfortunately for him, his little junior didn’t live up to his expectations. Just like every morning, the little bunny scuttled out of their Master’s house and hurried up the hill behind it. Then he sat down in the grass and looked intently at another hill a little further in the west.
Yan Hong Min facepalmed. Ugh. Just why was his little junior this blindly loyal? Couldn’t he stay at home at least one day? Did he really have to go and see if that brat was already practicing his martial arts?
Yun Bei Fen didn’t do his senior this favor. Instead, he intently looked for the figure that normally moved in the shade of the trees by this time. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything to see today.
Yun Bei Fen leaped to his feet and widened his eyes, hoping that he would see more like this. Where was senior martial brother Mei?! Why wasn’t he training his martial arts yet? The little bunny stared at the trees but nothing changed. Even when he waited a few minutes, he still didn’t see him. In that case … he had to go and get help!
The little bunny ran across his Master’s little valley and stopped in front of another house. He lifted his little fist and knocked on the door rapidly, his eyes staring intently at the wood.
Half a minute passed and finally, the door was opened by a pretty person dressed in something that looked like a white inner robe as if the person had forgotten to wear their outer robe.
Yun Bei Fen didn’t care. He grabbed the person’s sleeve and stared up at him with teary eyes. "Third senior martial brother! Senior martial brother Mei isn’t practicing his martial arts! Do you think something happened to him?"
Luo Lin gave his little junior a smile and patted his head. "Let me ask." With that, he turned to the inside of his house. "Do you know where that Mei Chao Bing from Elder Feng went?"
There was a moment of silence before a deep voice sounded from inside. "Didn’t Elder Feng take his direct disciples on a mission yesterday? They should only get back next week."
Luo Lin nodded and turned back to Yun Bei Fen, patting his head again. "Hear that? Nothing has happened to him. He’s alright. No need to worry, little bunny."
Yun Bei Fen nodded and hugged his senior martial brother’s leg in gratitude. "Thank you, third senior martial brother! And say thank you to the owl to me!" With that, he turned around and scuttled away.
Luo Lin raised his beautifully arched brows. "The owl? Which owl?" In the end, he only shook his head, took off his robe and returned to bed.
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A few days had gone by since the inner sect’s admission test. Mei Chao Bing was currently following his Master to prepare for his next mission, listening intently to his explanations. His Master felt that the admission test had been a waste of time. If he could, he would have let somebody else take care of the fights and already sent him on this mission long ago. Unfortunately, Sect Master Zhang had been intent that only Mei Chao Bing was qualified to test the outer sect disciples.
Mei Chao Bing had no idea if he should feel honored that the Sect Master felt that strongly about his abilities or whether he should regret like his Master. Going to fight with spiritual beasts was a much better challenge to him so he would benefit more from doing so.
Elder Feng suddenly stopped, his lips stretching into a thin line. Mei Chao Bing glanced up and then looked forward again, finally spotting the two figures approaching them.
A few steps away, Elder Baili also stopped, his lips twitching. "Elder Feng."
"Elder Baili."
The two of them fell quiet but neither of them turned to go either. Finally, Elder Baili glanced at Mei Chao Bing. "Taking your disciple to …" He waited for Elder Feng to explain but nothing happened. The other Elder stayed silent, resulting in an awkward pause. "Uh … go on a mission?"
"En." Elder Feng didn’t explain anything else but his gaze brushed the little boy next to Elder Baili. He snorted in disdain and then waved at Mei Chao Bing. "Let’s go. Somebody will need to dedicate all his time to teach that."
Mei Chao Bing looked at the little boy as well, his lips unwittingly curling into a smile. The child had stared at him with big, dark eyes before he scuttled behind his Master, hiding behind his leg. After a moment, he obviously couldn’t take that he didn’t know what was going on though. He grabbed his Master’s wide sleeve and pulled it aside, peeking out from behind it and looking at them with one eye.
The boy blinked his eyes when he saw that Mei Chao Bing was looking at him. Then he pulled the sleeve back. After a spell of silence, he tugged at it, making the fabric sway and Elder Baili’s brows twitch. "Second father."
Elder Baili pretended he hadn’t heard anything.
The boy seemed to ponder and finally, there was another tug at the sleeve and the small voice sounded again. "Second father!"
Elder Baili forced himself to smile only to be rewarded with a tug at the side of his robe and an even louder outcry. This time, the little boy sounded aggrieved.
Elder Baili furrowed his brows but still couldn’t bring himself to ignore the boy. He glanced over his shoulder. "Fen’er, didn’t I tell you to call me Master?"
Mei Chao Bing couldn’t see what happened behind the Elder’s back but Elder Baili’s expression spoke leagues about how pitiful the child had to look.
"Alright, alright, Master was wrong to ignore you. Stop looking at me like this!"
Mei Chao Bing couldn’t help but smile brighter but the voice of his own Master called him back to attention. "Chao Bing! Will you come or not?"
Mei Chao Bing tensed. He nodded at Elder Baili and then rushed after his Master who had already gone ahead. He couldn’t help but feel a little regretful. He really would have liked to see how things turned out. In the end, what had that little boy wanted to say?
He glanced up at his Master and couldn’t help but speak up. "Master, that was Elder Baili’s new disciple, right? He seemed nice."
Elder Feng snorted. "Don’t worry about irrelevant things. Just concentrate on your mission, that’ll be enough."
Mei Chao Bing nodded. "Yes, Master." He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder though. It seemed that Elder Baili’s disciple had already emerged from behind his back and was also looking over in their direction.
Mei Chao Bing couldn’t help but give a wry smile. Well, he had probably been afraid of his Master. Most disciples thought he was scary. Glancing up at him, he could somewhat understand. Compared to the smiling Elder Baili his Master really seemed a bit unapproachable.
Meanwhile, a certain little bunny tugged at his Master’s sleeve again. "Second father, that was senior martial brother Mei."
Baili Chao blinked his eyes, waiting for his disciple to tell him about the rest of his revelation. Nothing came though. "And?"
Yun Bei Fen blinked his eyes. "That was senior martial brother Mei!" He said the sentence with some more conviction.
Elder Baili still didn’t understand. "So what?"
"It was senior martial brother Mei!" Yun Bei Fen furrowed his brows in displeasure and tightened his grip around his Master’s sleeve aggrieved.
"Yes, yes, it was! Let’s go now." He tried to pull his disciple along but a certain little bunny was looking in the direction where Mei Chao Bing and his Master had vanished in. Elder Baili couldn’t help but sigh. Why was his own appeal so much lower than that of a brat? "Alright, let’s not wait here, Fen’er. Your senior martial brother Mei is going on an important mission to learn. You should also use the time to get used to the Teng Yong Sect and become a cultivator. Don’t you want to make your Master proud?"
Yun Bei Fen still looked in the same direction, his gaze became thoughtful though and he muttered under his breath. "Make senior martial brother Mei proud …"
Elder Baili’s brows twitched but he just pulled his disciple along. "Yes, yes, that works as well. Just come with me now."
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-------------------------------------------------last seen: today at 18:07------------------------------
<<<LeGoatLord Greetings baby bros who I care deeply for!
And Michael who I don't.
-------------------------------------------------------------
EnflamedNeko>>>Wow...
Fuck you too ? ----------------------------------------------------------
<<<LeGoatLord
You cant little virgin, dad wouldn't approve
-------------------------------------------------------------
TheBlackPArade>>>
>>Brother!
------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLord
?Uriel!!!?<<
------------------------------------------------------------
EnflamedNeko>>>
>>You two disgust me
-------------------------------------------------------------TheBlackPArade>>>
>>Jealousy is not a good colour on you, Mickey.
------------------------------------------------------------
EnflamedNeko>>>
>>Shut up you Emo wannabe!
-------------------------------------------------------------TheBlackPArade>>>
>>Whatever sparkypants!
-------------------------------------------------------------
<<<LeGoatLord
Back to the one who matters<<Party at Minos'!
------------------------------------------------------------BullCena>>>
>>Excuse me?!
------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLord
Were celebrating the continuance of our bloodline!At your place!
------------------------------------------------------------
BullCena>>>
>>And this can't be at you're place, why?
------------------------------------------------------------
EnflamedNeko>>>
>>*Your
------------------------------------------------------------
TallCupidG>>>
>>Yo!
------------------------------------------------------------
EnflamedNeko>>>
Gabe!
------------------------------------------------------------
TheBlackPArade>>>
>>@EnflamedNeko HYPOCRITE!
------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLord
Ah, Finally we're all here!<<
------------------------------------------------------------
TallCupidG>>>
>>Oh we're going to Minos?Fun!
------------------------------------------------------------
BullCena>>>>>NO!
------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLordWhy dost thou forsake<<me brother?!
------------------------------------------------------------
BullCena>>>
>>You forsake thyself!You already got your gift!MY house was not in the demands!
------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLord
I can't hold it here!<< what if Shewhomustnotbenamed shows up?!
-------------------------------------------------------------TallCupidG>>>
>>Are you still not onspeaking terms with Satan?
-------------------------------------------------------------EnflamedNeko>>>
>>In his defence, that dragon wouldshred him before he even got a word in.
-------------------------------------------------------------TheBlackPArade>>>
>>I never liked her...
------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLord
We know Uri, we know.<<
------------------------------------------------------------
BullCena>>>
>>Is Father coming?
------------------------------------------------------------
<<<LeGoatLord
Nah,making a planet on the unchartered quadrant,
------------------------------------------------------------
EnflamedNeko>>>
>>How do you know that?! That was classified!
------------------------------------------------------------
TheBlackPArade>>>
>>He won't be around?
SWEET!!
We could go wild!
-------------------------------------------------------------BullCena>>>
>>No! Not at my HOUSE!!!
------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLord
He needed a map, I tried taking that sector over once...
------------------------------------------------------------
EnflamedNeko>>>
>>He could have asked me...
-------------------------------------------------------------TallCupidG>>>
>>Mickey, remember what we talked about.
-------------------------------------------------------------<<<LeGoatLord
Ha! the nun is finally<< seeing a therapist, huh?
------------------------------------------------------------TallCupidG>>>
>>You know Ah Lu...we still need to step up a session for you...
-------------------------------------------------------------LeGoatLord>>> last seen: today at 18:27<<<<
------------------------------------------------------------TallCupidG>>>
>>Really...Thats just rude.
-------------------------------------------------------------BullCena>>>
>>TF!NO !!!!ONE!!!! IS !!!!COMING!!!!OVER!!!!
------------------------------------------------------------->>>>TallCupidG>>> last seen: today at 18:28<<<<
>>>>EnflammedNeko>>> last seen: today at 18:28<<<<
>>>>TheBlackPArade>>> last seen: today at 18:28<<<<
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
BullCena>>>
>> Honestly,Fuck you guys if anyone shows up, your getting a thrashing!!
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There was no nipple, but milk still came out.
But ... how?
My dear friend, I’ll leave that to your imagination.
Bob’s new name was still Bob.
Prtrtrtrgurtrufnasutututut! Tut tut tuuuuutt! Bob pooped and farted at the same time.
He also cried, a lot. His eyes produced rivers of tears and his scream terrified people like a banshee’s.
There could be only one reason: Bob was in so much distress.
Just imagine, you suddenly died and reincarnated as a baby with your memories intact. How would you feel about your new body?
Weak?
Helpless?
Or frustrating?
To Bob, it was like a torture that worse than hell. He couldn’t move as he wanted, as his limbs were so small and weak. His butt was always itching like being stung by millions mosquitoes but he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t even lift his head up or turn to look around...
And worse... he couldn’t speak or complain this to anyone, because … hmmm, actually, could babies speak right away if they have the memories of their past lives?
Well, Bob didn’t know the language of the new world, so that doesn’t matter.
“Help!” Bob cried.
But Mommy and Daddy didn’t understand.
“Help me! My back is burning!” Bob had been lying on the bed for many hours now.
But Mommy gave Bob an emotionless stare.
Was she truly have no emotion? Or was it just because her face looked so artificial?
Mom sighed.
“My dear, I wish I can understand what you’re trying to say…”
But what she just said, Bob couldn’t understand.
“Mom… pick me up please...” Bob raised both his hand up towards his mom.
“Oh, are you reaching for something?” Mom turned around and looked the other way.
“No, don’t look away…”
“There’s nothing there…,” said Mom.
“Alicia, I think he is examining his own hands,” said Dad.
…
And just like that, the misunderstanding went on and on, while neither party could break the language barrier.
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Bob opened his white eyes, found himself in a world of white. He walked down the white hallway, entered a white room and in front of him, there was a white desk.
The desk’s shadow and Bob’s shadow were also white.
Bob then looked down at the white paper on the table.
“Woah, a poem!” he gasped, “It’s even written in white ink! But I can still somehow read it!”
Thou have been shosen.
To become the helo in a game world.
Now pick a cheat, and thou shalt proceed.
But first thou mus read
the terms and conditions.
♥ ♥ ♥
-By Awesome and Kawaii Goddess teehee.-
“What a poem,” Bob rolled his eyes unimpressed. He then proceeded to read the terms and conditions.
There were only 10 rules.
I am the LORD thy Goddess.
Thou shalt not mention thy reinkarnation to any persan.
Thou shalt not eat yellow snow.
Thou mus wipe thy ass clean after shit.
Thou shalt not masturbate at midnight.
Thou shalt wash thy peenis spotlessly clean after pee as well.
Thou shalt not insult peeple waifus.
Thou shalt not bang lolis.
But legal lolis art fine for thou.
Traps art not gay. Bang em freeli.
“This is…” reading the terms and conditions, Bob’s brows furrowed. “Nonsense!” he shouted angrily and ripped the paper apart. “I must wash my penis!? Seriously!? Can’t I just shake them vigorously!?”
The paper for some unknown reason, regenerated and appeared on top of the desk again. Bob then looked at it one more time.
There was a new line written on it.
Shake it and I’ll cut it.
“WHAT!?” Bob shouted in surprise.
Another line appeared.
In half.
And then, another.
Like dis.
Vzzt! Cutting sound out of nowhere!
A sharp pain shot through Bob’s spine. He then dropped the paper and instantly fell down onto the white floor. His crotch bled out white blood.
“Aaaaaaa…” he wailed. “A-alright! Understood!”
The pain disappeared right after that. Bob stood up. "Shit... So there's no choice but to obey this fucking God!" he thought, and then looked at the paper again.
Now say, I agree.
“I... agree...”
Twinkle twinkle!
Instantly after Bob said that, the paper turned into millions of tiny white particles and was absorbed into Bob’s body. And then, Bob's back now displayed the whole terms and conditions as a tattoo.
It's irremovable.
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“My Goddess, the first thing is... why are people in this world so ugly?”
The text then displayed an instant reply.
<Eh?>
“Ehh?”
This ... confused the hell out of Bob. He wasn’t expecting this answer at all. Is this Goddess really the Creator!? Is she serious? How come she isn't aware of such obvious fact?
Oh God...
Bob then patiently waited a little bit more for an explanation.
And ....
Nothing.
“My ... Goddess?”
<Ahehe… you see… There’s some budgeting problems so hehehe…>
“Eh!?” Bob doubted his own eyes again. Did I just read…
BUDGETING PROBLEMS!?
Reread.
<Because your eyes suck.>
“WHATTTTTT!?”
OMG! There’s no way that was a misread!
“I’m sorry, but did you say Budgeting Problems!?”
…
The ceiling went silence.
“Heyyy!”
<No, I said eye problems.>
“No! I saw that! Budgeting Problems!”
<See? That’s because your eyes suck so you misread my message.>
…
That… Bob could not argue…
Or actually…
He could!
“Wait a minute! That’s impossible! I can’t have any problem! I have the cheat s--”
<But that’s not something too serious, right?>
Holy hell!? Not serious!? Bob’s baby eyes shot wide open. Just look at my Mom and Dad! Do you even have the courage to call them human beings?
“Oh no no no no,” Bob wanted a proper answer, “This is a very big problem, Goddess. My mom had no nipples! And do you know my Dad? He doesn’t even have a nose!”
<What do you mean? Of course he has a nose!>
“No he does NOT! I swear!”
...
<Look!>
The ceiling then only displayed this one word.
Look? Bob questioned himself. What do you mean?
But Bob didn't have to ask again. The answer came to him right away, with a familiar face suddenly appeared right above.
A plastic face, missing nose, no teeth and pale skin that was much worse than a vampire...
“Holy shit!” Bob startled and screamed his lungs out. “D-Dad!? What are you doing here?”
But Dad didn’t reply. He had his eyes closed.
Sleepwalking?
“W….What’s going on?” Bob freaked out. “G-Goddess!? What’s the meaning of this?”
<Don’t panic Bob, it’s just me controlling your father so we can have a look at his face together and see what the problem is.>
…
Bob froze. His mind for some reason, when blank when he read that text.
<Hmmm… He is handsome and totally normal in my eyes. What about you Bob?>
Well, in Bob’s eyes, the face was still ugly as hell.
But problems or no problems… Bob didn’t care anymore.
Fuck… Bob said this dirty word again, internally of course. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, they did.
Damn it! I see…
Hahaha...
Hahahaha!
I see it now!
You crazy Goddess...
… so you can also control people…
... like puppets.
…
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Bob looked at the list of cheat skills:
[Muscle enhancement EX] - Thou shalt have the strongest muscles in da world but thou shalt be mentally disabled.
[Mana overload EX] - Thou shalt have ten times more MP then a normal persan but thou shalt be extremely overweight.
[Golden Life EX] - Thou shalt be rich but thou shalt suffer from erectyle disfunction and also long term peenis painful shalt be suffered by thou.
[Bloody sexy EX] - Thou shalt be handsomely looking and the women slaying bastard art thou but thou shalt have severely hemorrhoids.
[The good die young EX] - Thou shalt be born as a prince but thou will denvelope testit cancer which thou can't cure it no more no matter what thou do to cure it.
...
And the list went on.
In the end, Bob finished reading over a million cheatskill in just five hours.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in.
"Fuck," he said, and picked the most powerful cheatskill:
[Homosa pien EX] - Thou shalt be a generic persan and the healthy persan shalt be thou.
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Midnight, Mom and Dad was sleeping.
Bob was still awake. He was hungry, but he was now too tired of crying. He just laid there on his own tiny bed, staring at the empty ceiling.
“God, can you hear me?” Bob tried to pray.
But there was no answer.
Bob had been praying so hard every single night trying to reach out for God, but despite his many attempts, God had never showed up.
Bob sighed.
He decided to give up on God.
“Fuck you stupid God,” he said.
“Fuck y-- Arrrgghhhh!!!”
A burning pain!
“AAaaarrrgghhh… what … the … hell... IS THIS !?”
Bob curled up trying to minimize the intense pain on his back. It was the tattoo!
“… Arrghghh!!!”
Suddenly, time froze.
Rule number one:
I am the LORD thy Goddess.
The pain was so intense that Bob couldn't even breathe. But fortunately for Bob, God noticed that and sent a response.
On the empty ceiling, appeared the words written in English that only Bob could read:
<Hello Bob. What’s wrong? Not enjoying your new life?>
“Arrghhhh ... new life… my ass...”
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After choosing the cheatskill, Bob was instantly transferred to the Game World. The transferring process was complicated because it had to be performed on soul level, so Bob had to wait one hour or two in complete darkness.
Bob thought about many different things. He recalled his life on Earth, and it was just a normal life like many others. He grew up in a normal family with both parents working office jobs, graduated from a normal highschool at the age of 18 and was just entered college when the accident claimed his life. Right now, he missed his family a lot and felt bad for leaving them suddenly, but he was already dead, so there was nothing he could do about it. However, Bob still had one more regret, the one thing he wanted to do so badly but couldn’t.
A confession.
Lucy, his childhood friend, looked so damn sexy and gorgeous in her pink dress at the graduation prom night.
Bob sighed.
The transferring process completed.
Bob opened his eyes, saw a world of color.
A cold sweat broke out from his forehead.
W-what the hell is this!?
The people in that Game World... they looked like some characters drawn by a mentally retarded anime artist.
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Swoooooosh!
Finished.
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"LO...LOR.."
"LOR...."
"Strawberry ....." I don't know who is calling me but right now i'm in the middle of dreaming my long awaited strawberries and thus I'm not gonna wake up no matter what.
"WHA...LOR..."
"LORRRDDDD MAEL WAAAAKE UP"
"Urghh.."The little prick, how many times have I told him no to yell near me.
I slowly opened my eyes to look at the giant black wolf who yelled at me.
"Wolfie"
"Yes milord?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"The head of our clan?"
Hehe boy don't look at me like an idiot, and why is it a question to me?
"Yes ..and you do know it is rude to yell at your Lord's face, right?"
"Of course...but it's time for the alliance meeting."
A meeting huh...
"Hmmm.....wolfie?"
"Yes?"
"I'm skipping this time too."
I don't know why but he sighed on hearing this.
"Unfortunately you can't skip this time"
"Why? I have skipped a lot of meeting and skipping one more is no biggy"
"*sigh* this time the four primordial beast sovereigns have summoned all primordial beast directly....so you are needed along with me and other members of our clan."
They did?! That’s a surprise.. maybe something serious must have happened.
"AHHH... okay. Order others to leave immediately.. and that includes you too." Maybe they will forget about me.
"Do you still remember the location of the alliance, milord?" He asked me with a tired expression.
It doesn't matter as I'm not gonna be there and why should I remember about some random place which I visited eons ago?
“I will be leaving the location coordinates here, and be there for at least this meeting” Wolfie condensed the location into a light sphere and placed near me before disappearing from my sight.
It’s been too long since I have holed up in this space, since every one will be there I might as well go there for a change of atmosphere.
“Hmm..I will think about it after my desire for strawberries are over.” I muttered as I closed my eyes and went back to the fading dream where I was enjoying the said berries.
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Some people say “Life is actually beautiful; people don’t just realize that fact.” Chu Yan has the urge to punch the person who says these words. Life might be beautiful for some people but for some, it is just a boring and dull life.
Chu Yan was born into an ordinary family in China and he was the only child in his family. His parents got into an accident and passed away when he was in primary school. His paternal grandma took custody of him since then.
He only vividly remembers the so-called parental love. Even though he received affections from his grandma, it would be quite different from the love from his parents. Whenever Chinese New Year arrives, he would be envious of his friends who are spending their time with their own families.
When he was in High School, his grandma also passed away due to her advanced age. Even though he received some inheritance from his parents and grandma, it is not enough to support himself. So, he had to take on some part-time jobs. During the days of his high school and university, he worked at restaurants, delivered foods and many other odd jobs.
After he graduated from university, he got a normal 9-5 job. He was just leading an ordinary life. One day, he received a spam message which says “Do you want to go back to the Era of Ancient China?” He just thought that it was just a prank message and tried to remove it. But it does not disappear! So, he tried to reboot his phone but it did not work either. Finally, he just clicked the “Yes” button and he felt like his consciousness is fading……..
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Chu Yan came out of the manor and strolled around the capital. The capital is rectangular in structure and the Dong Manor is located in the northern part of the capital. It is divided into five parts; east, west, south, north, and central districts respectively. In the north, there are government halls for civil and military examinations. So, anyone who wants to become a government official has to take exams in these halls. There is also an Imperial Ancestral Shrine in the northern part. It is said that the Emperor would come and pay respects to his ancestors every year. There is also an inn in the north region.
After looking around the north area, he went to the eastern part. There are some ancestral shrines in this area. There is a large water pond in the middle of the district and there are some lotus flowers in the pond. There is a graveyard located at the corner of the city. There are some businesses that rent equipment for the funeral. You can hire some ritual exorcists from that place as well.
And the south of the capital is mostly made up of residential areas. There are some shrines and several Daoist abbeys as well.
The western part is the busiest part of the city. There is a West Market where you could find all the merchants from many countries including Persia, Rome, and Goguryeo. You can find all kinds of beverages, pastries, and other products from western countries. There are also high-quality ginsengs from Goguryeo. Cang’an is the eastern terminal of the Silk Road, so there is no surprise that you could find many merchants from different countries. There are several inns in this district.
Finally, he went to the central part. The central part is where the Imperial Palace is located. The high ranking officials are allowed to stay in the central part as well. There are also schools and academies in the central part. They teach law, politics, war, mathematics, calligraphy, Confucianism, Daoism, etc. He saw many young scholars coming in and out of these academies.
Then he went to take a look at the Imperial Palace. The two main palaces are called Weiyang Palace and Changle Palace. Weiyang means that “something has not reached the middle” and the meaning of Changle is “Perpetual happiness”. So when you combine the two meanings, it becomes “The perpetual happiness has not even reached the midpoint yet”. Changle Palace is also called East Palace and it is the place where the Empress Dowager resides. Weiyang Palace is the West Palace where the Emperor meets up with his ministers and generals. There is also Gui Palace where the harem of the Emperor resides. Nevertheless, the palace is off-limits to the commoners. In his previous life, Chu Yan read some facts about the Weiyang Palace that it is 11 times larger than the size of Vatican City.
It was already noon when he finished looking around the capital. He just went to the western part of the city and then rented a room at an inn. After that, he began to think about what he needed to do next. When he was having his dinner, he heard some people in the inn are talking.
“I heard that Wang Mang has come back to the capital.”“Oh, really? How come?”“I heard that Wang Mang has many connections so, the Emperor is under pressure. He had no choice but to call Wang Mang back.”Then the two men spoke quietly. But Chu Yan was near them, so he could hear what they were speaking about.“The court might be in turmoil again.”“Yeah, Emperor Wang was indecisive, previous Emperor Cheng is prodigal and the current Emperor is too much in love that he doesn’t really care about the state affairs.”
Chu Yan pondered about it.‘I remembered that Wang Mang would usurp the throne later on. His rule lasted for like 10 years or so. I’m not really sure and I don’t remember much about this era.Anyway, I don’t want to get involved in these politics. I want to take a look at how the ancient Chinese people live. I want to go to Suzhou and look at the condition of my hometown 2000 years ago.’
Chu Yan was born and raised in Suzhou, Jiangsu Province of modern China. Even though he did lead a boring life before, he still had some feelings for his hometown and he wanted to go there and see it. So, he went to the Inn Owner and inquired him.“Are there any transports from the capital to Suzhou….oh, I mean Wu in Yangzhou?”“If you ride a fast horse, it might take you 15 to 20 days to reach there but if you travel with the carriage, it might take twice the time of riding a horse.”
Chu Yan does not really know how to ride a horse so; he had to travel with a carriage. Then he inquired.“Where can I rent a carriage?”“At the end of this street, there is a place where you could rent carriages.”“Thank you”
At that time, Chu Yan got a stomach ache so he asked the boss.“Boss, where is the toilet?”“Oh, it’s at the back of the inn, near the pigsty.”When Chu Yan went there and opened the toilet door, his face became dark. He went back to the boss and asked again.“There is only a wooden bucket in there. And it’s very smelly!”“You just need to excrete into there. Why do I need to explain this basic stuff?”“Huh? So, how should I wipe my butt after I finish my business?”“Just use this.”Then the boss handed him a stick. It was a shit stick made of bamboo!In ancient times, people either took the excretion to feed the pig or threw them away into the river. When they go to the toilet, they use these shit sticks to clean themselves!
Chu Yan wanted to cry but had no tears. He suddenly missed the toilet bowl and toilet paper of the modern age!
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There is a horse-drawn carriage on the road to Xiapi. A young man was at the front of the carriage steering the horse. Inside the carriage, there is a youth and a baby. That youth is naturally Chu Yan.
“Waa….waahh”“Okay, okay! Don’t cry. I’m going to feed you some milk now”“Wahhhh”“You’ve been crying for like seven days and seven nights now. Should I give you a new name called Qiye?”In his past life, he was the only son of the family so he did not have any experience in taking care of babies. After experiencing himself, he realized how troublesome it is for the parents to look after the children. It has been seven days since he left Luoyang. He should be able to get to Xiapi tomorrow.
Currently, they are passing through a forest. Suddenly, Xiao Gao noticed a rope barring the road and tried to stop the horse. However, it was already too late. The legs of the horse were hurt due to that rope and it collapsed. The carriage also fell down. Luckily, Chu Yan was holding the baby so the baby did not get hurt. Chu Yan only suffered some bruises. He then went out of the carriage.“What happened?”“Young Master, the horse fell due to this stupid rope”“It looks like someone put the rope here intentionally. It looks like a trap to me”
At that time, some people appeared out of nowhere. These people do not look like good people and seem to be robbers. There are five of them in total and they have axes and swords in their hands. Among these people, a big guy with a bald head seemed to be the leader of this group. He came out and said in a threatening tone. “Hey, give all of your possessions to us if you value your life”Chu Yan is thinking about how to resolve the problem. ‘What should I do? There are five people encircling us. I don’t think I would be able to take them on. Should I just give up on my money?’
Just in that moment, Xiao Gao was chickened out and fled into the forest. “Help me! There are robbers robbing us!”‘This idiot’
Two of the robbers went after Xiao Gao. Chu Yan smiled at the remaining robbers and said, “My money is in the carriage. Let me go and take it”“Alright. Don’t try to do anything funny”Chu Yan went into the carriage and put down the baby into the carriage. Then he came out of the carriage. The leader asked.“Have you taken your money?”“Yes”Chu Yan could not take on five people at once. But if there are three people, it might be possible. Even if he gave the money to the robbers, it is not guaranteed that they would let him off. So, he decided to risk himself for this.“Oh, big brother, come and take it”While he was getting closer to the leader, he was pretending to take the money underneath his clothes. But in actuality, he was trying to take out his dagger. “Here is my money.”He took out his dagger and aimed to stab at the heart of the enemy. The leader of the robbers did not expect that a young and fragile looking youth would stab him. His eyes were widened. “Y-you!!”Then, the big guy fell down. The two of the companions were also astonished. They did not expect that their boss would meet his end in the hands of a youth. They held their swords and tried to slash at Chu Yan.
Meanwhile, Chu Yan was in a daze. Even though he killed someone in order to save himself, he still felt terrible. He could feel that his hands were shaking. After all, it was his first time killing someone. He saw that the remaining two were going to harm him, so he tried to dodge. He got a cut on his left arm. He planned to attack the two robbers back and at the time, an arrow came into the heart of the robber. The other one was panicked.“Who? Who is this?”Then another arrow came and passed through his throat. Both of them are dead.
Chu Yan looked at the direction of the arrow and saw a young beautiful lady. Her beauty is comparable to Qin Ruo whom he had seen in Luoyang. However, her beauty is different from Qin Ruo. The young lady is wearing a dark red robe. She has a perfect figure. Her complexion is pale and she has seductive phoenix eyes. You could sense a dangerous aura coming from her. She is like a wild rose covered with thorns.
Chu Yan thought.‘During the time of Imperial China, women do not have the same rights as men. It is really rare to see a girl who excelled at martial arts.By the way, shouldn’t the hero be saving the damsel in distress? Why is it the other way around for me?’
He came back to his mind and thanked the lady. “Thank you for saving me. My name is Chu Yan and I’m a scholar travelling to Xiapi”“It’s fine. My name is Li Ying”“I know it’s a bit too much but can Miss Li assist me in helping my friend? He is being chased by the other two robbers”“Okay”
Luckily, that Xiao Gao is not dead yet. The two men are still chasing after him. So, I went and took care of one guy whereas the other person became another victim of the arrow of the beauty. “Young Master!! Thank you! Who is this young miss?”“She’s the one who rescued us”“Thank you, beautiful miss!”“No need”She then turned around to leave. But Chu Yan called her. “Excuse me, Miss Li. May I know where you live? I might visit you and thank you for today”“That’s fine. You don’t need to. I don’t have a stable home. I’m just travelling around”Then she left.
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Chu Yan spent at the inn for one night. The next day, he went out to hire a carriage driver for his travel. The carriage driver is a young man at the age of 17 called Xiao Gao. He planned to go to Luoyang first, then to Xiapi. After that, he would take a boat to Wu.
Apart from not knowing how to ride a horse, he has another problem at this age. He does not know how to wear the hanfu. The ancient people wear too many layers of clothes. It is really hard for him and the sleeves of the clothes are really wide.
Anyway, after hiring a carriage, they went out of the city through the east door. The roads of ancient China are quite harsh. Chu Yan feels uncomfortable because he is not really used to travelling with a horse carriage. After going for three days, they finally reached Luoyang.
Luoyang is a bustling city. You can see many people coming in and out of the city. There are many shops and restaurants in Luoyang. Even though Luoyang is not as big as the capital, Chu Yan thinks that it would probably the second largest city in this day and age. Chu Yan also saw the gathering of poets who were reciting their own poems. So, he remembered that Luoyang is also regarded as the “Capital of Poets”.
After having his meal at the inn, he went out to stroll around the city. Then, in the bazaar, he saw an interesting scene. There was a young girl asking for money to bury her mom by selling herself. There was a crowd around her. She is quite a beauty. She has a calm and cool demeanour even though she is in this terrible situation. She is like a beautiful lotus flower on the top of the clear water surface. Chu Yan saw her and felt some pity so he gave her some money received from Dong Ming. The girl looked at him and said. “Young Master, my name is Qin Ruo. May I know your name?”“I’m Chu Yan. You don’t need to repay me for this.”Chu Yan just turned around and left. After walking for some time, he realized that someone is following him. When he turned back, he saw that young girl.“Why are you still following me? You don’t need to do this. Just use the money to bury your mom properly.”“T-then, where does young master live? Is young master a local here?”“I’m not a local here. I’m going to Wu.”“I see.”
Chu Yan walked away. Qin Ruo was just standing there looking at Chu Yan without blinking an eye. Perhaps, she was trying to memorize the face of the young man who did a favour to her.
Chu Yan planned to stay for two days in Luoyang. He wanted to buy a dagger for himself because from Luoyang onwards, the terrain would be rough and there might be lots of bandits and thieves in places where the power of government could not reach. So, the next day, he went to the weaponsmith and bought a dagger. Even though he is not very proficient in martial arts, he learnt a few martial arts when he was young. So, even if he encounters some danger, he believes that he could protect himself.The next day, he went to Luo River. Luoyang is actually named after the Luo River because the city is located at the northern bank of the river. He then took a boat ride and enjoyed the scenery of the river. He saw a large number of gulls in the sky. He was on the boat till the dusk arrives. The sunset on Luo River is a beautiful scene that he would never forget in his life.
He went back to his inn and Xiao Gao asked him.“Young Master, did you enjoy riding the boat?”“Yeah, it was an awesome experience. Let’s continue our journey tomorrow.”“Yes, young master.”
The next day, they got up at the hour of Mao (5 to 7 am) and bought some baozi. Then Chu Yan rid the carriage and continued his journey. They got out of the city and travelled for three hours. At that time, they heard crying of a baby. Chu Yan looked around and he saw a wrapped cloth underneath a big tree. The cry is coming from there. So, he went to take a look.There he found a baby wrapped in a cloth. The baby is a boy and maybe about a couple of months old. For some reason, the parents cruelly abandoned their child here. There is also a wooden plate in the cloth. There are two characters on wooden plate, which are “Deng Yu”. It is probably the name of the baby, Chu Yan pondered.“Young Master, are you going to take the baby?”“Yes, he might die if we just leave him like this. Please drive to the nearest village.”
They then went to the closest village to buy some milk for the baby. Chu Yan took the child and then went around the village to ask where he could get the milk. Then, he went to the house of a lady who owns a cow. There was a middle-aged lady at the front of the house, so he asked, “Excuse me, can I get some cow milk?”The lady looked at the child and smiled. “Is it your child? He is such a cute baby.”Chu Yan tried to explain.“No, I just found a baby on the road and took him with me. I’m not his real father. I…..”The lady gave a all-knowing smile and said, “It’s ok, you don’t need to explain. I understand.”Chu Yan smiled bitterly and complained in his heart. ‘She obviously misunderstood. I’m not married yet and now people think that I’m a father. Can I still return the baby under 30-day return policy?’
After that, Chu Yan resumed his journey to Xiapi.
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Although the two people in the room were ugly as hell, they were Bob’s new parents.
The women looked at Bob, smiled and said something. Her voice sounded monotone and creepy like Guugle translate.
Yikes! Bob was terrified. As he was only a baby, he couldn’t understand what his mother said. However, the smile that lacked human emotion gave him chills. “Oeoeoeoe” he cried non stop.
“Oh my… are you hungry already?” said the man standing next to the woman. He had no teeth and a nose was missing. His eyes were all black like demon's but he was actually a normal human being.
Prtrtrtrgurtrufnasutututut!
Bob pooped a lot.
The cloth diaper was now full of shit, so the couple changed it and wiped Bob’s ass clean. There was a tattoo written in English on Bob’s back but they couldn’t read it. And it’s very weird, that the two also paid no attention to the fact that their son had a tattoo despite of being born just several days ago.
And then, they fed Bob.
The woman rolled her shirt up, revealed a pair of jiggling boobs in front of Bob’s innocent eyes.
There was no nipple.
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"Ara ara," Truck-obasan said. “Omae wa mou ... shindeiru~”
“NANI!?”
Bob died.
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A room full of white. White bed, white desk, white curtains, white windows, white tv… However, in that white room, there were things that were, actually, colorful.
Posters, figures… Otaku stuffs.
But the thing was, all of those colorful ones…
They
didn’t
belong
to that realm.
“What do you say!?” a boy in black raised his voice against a girl in white.
“Truck… obasan…” the girl replied with a voice that was hard to hear. “But—“
“What? Truck what!?” the boy shouted.
“OBASAAAAN!!!” the girl screamed back with tears in her eyes.
“Oh my...” the boy face-palmed. “Shiro!” he shouted the girl’s name. She, or Shiro, was a small girl with white hair and white eyes, and was wearing a white small dress. In contrast, the boy who was yelling at her, Kuro, dressed in all black.
They both looked like young teenagers by the way.
“But... we are having budgeting problems...” Shiro talked back, “We cannot afford hiring Truck-kun..."
“What!? Budgeting!?” Kuro’s eyes shot open in disbelief. “Ey! Didn't you say that the money was enough? How could we now have budgeting problems!? And beside, isn’t Truck-obasan illeg—”
But Shiro didn’t let Kuro finish the sentence. “I KNOW!!!” she screamed at him.
“What? And do you know that you got the wrong person? We were supposed to capture a Weaboo NEET! And this one... He doesn’t even watch anime!”
Note: Bob didn't say "Nani!?" at chapter 1. The worthless Weaboo NEET said it while watching Bob getting mashed into potatoes. Truck-Obasan was hired by Shiro to kill the Weaboo when he went outside to buy cup noodles, but as she was old and was retired long ago, she made a terrible mistake...
“I KNOW!” Shiro shouted back at Kuro's face again!
“SO WHY?”
“LIKE I SAID! OUR MONEY WAS NOT ENOUGH!”
Hearing that, Kuro’s brows furrowed. “What?” he then moved closer to Shiro and looked straight into her eyes. “Not enough?” he asked again.
“Y-yes…” Shiro gulped.
“Really?”
…
“Yes…”
But then, Kuro noticed something... There was little anime figure, not unboxed, standing on top of Shiro’s personal desk.
“Wait a minute…” Kuro murmured and moved closer to the desk. “This one…”
“Eeeeeehh…?” Shiro couldn’t understand what caught Kuro’s attention, but as she turned back and noticed the figure…
FEAR.
Kuro’s veins popped on his forehead. It was ...
...a dragon loli figure!
“SHIRO!!!” Kuro shouted! “YOU USED ALL OF THE GOT DAMN MONEY ON ANIME FIGURES AGAIN!?”. He was very, very, very mad!
Shiro said nothing and her eyes started to produce water.
“COME ON!” Kuro screamed. His voice changed to a deep and terrifying demonic voice and his fangs now revealed.
Kuro launched himself forward, reaching to grab the figure.
Shiro moved. “NO!!!” she shouted and launched herself at Kuro to stop him! “DON’T TOUCH KANNY CHAN!!!”
“LET! GO! OF! ME!” Kuro tried to kick Shiro away, but the girl’s grab was too strong. It seemed like she would rather die than let go of his legs.
However...
Shiro was small that she ended up being dragged on the white floor.
Kuro then picked the box containing the figure up and for some reason, his hand started shaking.
“What... the hell!? Is… Is this a real … diamond!?”
“Ye— No!” Shiro denied. “Nooo! It’s a fake! A fa--”
“OH MY GOD!!!”
“Nooooooo!!!” Shiro screamed and cried!
“We need money!” shouted Kuro. “Go sell this garbage and get us some money back!!!”
“No way! Not Kanny-chan the Limited Edition version Galaxy Blink blink!”
“Yes! You! Have! To!”
“Noooooooooooooooo!!!”
Well, in the end, in order to get money and fix things...
...Kanny-chan the Limited edition...
...was no more.
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"You are sure they were after the girl?" Jiana said, accepting a steaming cup of tea from Servilia with a quiet thanks.
"The big one, Balan, he knew her. She knew him too, but she doesn't remember how," Cross said.
"She seems truly upset by her lack of memory." Servilia sat down at the table with her own cup of tea. She took a delicate sip. "At first I thought she was putting on a show for attention, but now…"
"She's not lying." Cross said, leaning forward and resting one elbow on the table. "She doesn't know."
"You're sure of this," Jiana said, meeting his eye. Cross gave a single nod. Jiana frowned and took a moment to drink her tea and gather her thoughts.
"It's highly unusual for the Sons to be so openly hostile," Servilia said. "They normally resort to more underhanded tactics. I can only think of a handful of times they have been so direct, and never within our city. After the failed infiltration of the Capital, I was sure they would reduce their efforts for a time. Either they have drastically increased in strength or-"
"Or Makina is valuable enough to risk drawing even more attention from the Queen," Jiana said. "Cross, what exactly did this Balan say to you?"
"He said Makina was dangerous. Something about how she would bring destruction." Cross twisted his hands together unconsciously. "I wasn't really… listening.”
Jiana leaned over and gave him a gentle tap on the top of his head. “And you chide Alexis on her temper?”
Cross pushed her hand away with a roll of his eyes. "So what do we do?"
"We will protect the girl, obviously," Jiana said. "However, that is not an adequate plan for the long term. The Sons were able to track the girl, which means they likely will discover she is under the protection of our guild. I do not believe they would be foolish enough to attempt a direct raid." She took another long drink. "They may however, try to attack us in a different way."
"The children,” Servilia breathed. Cross felt his heart begin to speed up and his hands tightened to fists.
"The children." Jiana said with a nod. "I cannot say for certain, and I hope I am wrong, but if the Sons are committed to taking back Makina… Well we all know how ruthless they can be."
"I'll go.” Cross began to stand but Jiana gently touched his arm.
"There is no need. I have already sent two teams. One will stay within and one will patrol from outside. The orphanage will be safe,” Jiana said. "Makina is familiar with you. It would do better for you to stay here. You may prove to be calming presence."
Cross frowned but made no further movement to rise.
A bell chimed and Servilia stood up. "Please excuse me, Mistress. I believe we have a guest."
Jiana nodded and the girl scurried back to her desk. Cross stayed where he was, lifting his hands up and rubbing at his temples.
"Have you been experiencing any pain?" Jiana said, peering at him.
"No pain. Just a bit of pressure.”
"This would be the second time in the past week that you have used your clairvoyance in the field. Are you finally taking Alexis's advice and attempting utilize your ability more?" her words were light, but Cross could feel the concern.
“I haven't been trying to use it, really. It just happens. Some times I get warnings minutes, even hours, before something happens. Other times I feel nothing for weeks, or even months. It's not something I can depend on." Cross pulled his hands away from his head. “If I do, it’s nothing more than a few seconds. Anything more and I risk blacking out." He gave a wistful smile. "I wonder how far our dear Queen can see."
"Perhaps you will get a chance to ask her one day," Jiana said, swirling her teacup and looking over Cross's shoulder. "Hello Nathan."
"Mistress!" Banksy said with a hasty bow of his head before he slid into a chair next to Cross. Fumbling over himself, he poured a handful of papers onto the table. "I got it open. Cross was right, they were orders."
"How can you tell?" Cross said, picking up one of the papers. It was nothing but gibberish. He dropped it back down on the table and Banksy quickly pushed it back into its proper place.
"It's just written in code." Banksy said, organizing the papers into a specific order. "A code is just like a lock, it can be broken. Look, see how these letters repeat here, here, and here? That's part of the sequence, and once you understand that, it's simple."
"So you can read this?" Jiana said, putting her tea down.
"Yes… And it's bad."
xXx
"None of these. Or these," Makina said, pushing a group of books to the side. "None of these are right."
"Well, perhaps if you could tell me what exactly you are looking for that would help." Lexi said. She picked up the books and returned them neatly to the shelf. "There are many stories of Spirits and Goddess and other ethereal beings. Also, just looking at the pictures isn't going to help very much."
"Well I cannot read you idi-" Makina stopped as Lexi gave her a one eyed glare. "I simply cannot read, mortal."
Lexi knew there was implied insult to the term mortal, but she let it go. She took a moment to think before she pulled out a large volume and ran her eyes down the index as she paced around her room. "Okay, how about Qaul'te?"
No.”
“Tien?”
"No."
"Thrand?"
"No."
"Saluma?"
"No."
"Rah?"
"No!" Makina almost screamed throwing herself back onto the bed and immediately popping back up. "Wait Rah?"
Lexi thumbed to the correct page. "Yes, Rah. He is one of the four Spirit Gods of the natural world. The Spirit God of-"
"Fire!" She leaned towards Lexi with wide eyes. "And then there is Terreh, the Spirit Goddess of Earth! And Typhi, Spirit of the Water! And big sister Aria, Spirit of the Winds!"
"That's… that's right." Lexi said, following the along the text with one slender finger. She paused and looked down at Makina. "Wait, big sister?"
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So, I've officially launched the reboot version now. Key to the Void is now up for everyone to read.
I'm just sorry things started falling apart as much as they did with this version. But, I know I'll be doing better with the reboot. The changes that have been made already in the first few chapters are feeling pretty good from my perspective at least.
So, if you haven't given up on the series completely after how this one has been turning out so far, please do check it out. I am hoping to recapture the promise a lot of you likely saw in this series and capitalize better on it.
https://www.scribblehub.com/series/171394/key-to-the-void/
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As promised, Sasha regretfully, but patiently waited outside Eva’s bedroom door while she dressed for school.
Fireworks still danced inside Sasha from yesterday, but the scary part was that she wanted to kiss him again. She wanted him to hug her, she wanted him to-
Sasha shook her head. Stop thinking about that. It’s time Eva left her room, or she won't have enough time to eat before school.
“Okay Eva, I’m coming in to help, or we’re going to be la-”
Eva opened the door, fully dressed, holding her backpack in front of her.
Dry tears stained her cheeks.
“Ready?” Sasha asked.
Eva shook her head.
“Well you can’t miss school because of some stupid boy.” Sasha dragged her to the kitchen where her mom waited with both breakfast and a pre-packed lunch.
Eva sat down and took two bites, unable to finish.
She’ll eat later...
They cleaned up and put their shoes on.
At the door, Natalee kissed Eva goodbye. “Try to have fun today, okay? I love you!”
Eva whispered a reply before Sasha dragged her toward school.
Halfway there, Eva breathed in.
“Sasha, h-how can you be so strong? You’ve had a boyfriend before Yatsu, right? What did you feel when he- when you-”
“Broke up with him?” Sasha finished her sentence. “Psh, that moron just liked to cuddle a lot. Eventually he got bored of me, so I dumped him before he grew balls and made any further moves.”
Eva coughed and snorted, slapping a hand over her face to hide her smile. Her cheeks turned pink.
“What?” Sasha asked. “Balls? If he had any at all they’d have prolly been tiny,” Sasha gestured with her fingers just how tiny she guessed they were. “Maybe this big?”
Eva burst out laughing... and giggled uncontrollably throughout the rest of the walk.
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“You can visit her now,” a nurse informed Yatsu as she left Sasha’s hospital room. “She should take it easy and rest for a day or two, otherwise she’s free to go.”
Yatsu stood up and was about to ask the nurse a question, but she was already walking down the hall.
She left in a hurry. Yatsu entered the room.
Sasha was sitting up in her karate gi, glancing around, swinging her feet.
“Yatsu!” She hopped off the bed and crashed into him.
“Ooof,” Yatsu absorbed the impact and hugged her back, patting her head. “Sasha?”
Sasha hugged him tighter. “You’re fuzzier than usual,” she said and looked up at him from his chest. “I want to kiss you,” she reached up and drew him in.
Yatsu put a finger to her lips, stopping her.
Fuzzier than usual?
“Before that,” Yatsu said. “What are-”
Sasha removed his finger and pressed her lips to his.
For a moment she froze before backing away. “I want you to kiss me back,” she pouted, sapphire eyes twinkling.
His heart skipped a beat. She’s too cute! “Fuck it,” he kissed her back.
Sasha trembled in his arms. Yatsu provided support and lost himself. He wanted to embrace her, to taste her... He deepened the kiss.
“Mhm,” The nurse interrupted, standing in the doorway.
Yatsu pulled away from Sasha.
She set down a piece of paper on a nearby chair. “Doctor’s note for skipping school,” she said and retreated again.
Sasha hung like a rag doll in Yatsu’s arms, mouth open, breathing heavy. Yatsu stood her upright, still providing support. Her legs wobbled.
“Are you okay?” Yatsu asked.
Sasha shivered and squeaked.
Yatsu didn’t understand the squeak, but her smile provided an answer.
“Let’s go home.”
She nodded.
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The pain subsided. Sasha's warmth comforted the hurts and her scent eliminated the rest.
Her eyes filled with concern and her lips moved with words but Yatsu didn't care.
Damn, she's pretty.
Yatsu reached up and brushed Sasha's cheek. So soft.
Sasha blushed.
She fought those guys... she got hurt, and she won.
Yatsu retracted his hand.
How can Sasha fight like that?
“-su, Yatsu, are you okay?” Sasha’s voice finally registered. “Yatsu~! Are you still in pain?”
“I'm okay,” he said with a wince, hurt from a sudden movement. “Still a little sore.”
Rika chuckled. “A little, huh? Mr. Tough guy?”
“Don't make fun of him!” Sasha growled.
“But I rarely get to poke fun,” Rika pouted. “Fine, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone, but the next time I see you two, I want an honest answer to one question. No matter what it is. Deal?”
Yatsu glared at his sister.
“Deal,” Sasha said for them.
Rika grinned like she won, hopped off the counter top and left.
Sasha moved a chair close and sat down, pressed into Yatsu. “I missed you. I came by this morning and the day before, did you know that?” She asked. “Your front door was locked and I couldn't get in.”
Shouldn't mom have been around during that time? Yatsu couldn't remember, but believed she did say something about going somewhere for a few days. Whatever, I'm not about to call Rika back and ask.
Yatsu breathed. “Sorry, I think my mom-”
SMACK!
Sasha slapped her hand over Yatsu’s mouth, causing him to jump and curse from a jolt of more pain.
“Ow!” Damnit! What the hell did I do?
Yatsu glared at Sasha, but her glare trumped his.
She glared through him, with icy orbs.
Yatsu panicked, mind racing he figured it out. I said sorry again.
Sasha removed her hand.
“Sor-s-s-s-so.” Yatsu stuttered. “-what are we going to do today?”
Sasha's death glare turned to disappointment. “I have to go home and make the twins supper,” she said. “But you went to the hospital? Is that why you haven't been in school?”
“Yup,” Yatsu answered. “The whole week actually. Those guys beat me pretty good. Speaking of which, did you know Braxton's in the hospital?”
“Well, I did break his leg,” Sasha said and shrugged.
“You did?” Yatsu gaped, then remembered Braxton was lying on the ground for the duration of Sasha’s fight.
“He kicked you. So I broke his leg. Now he won’t kick you anymore.”
“Ya but, the doctors mentioned something about him getting hit by a truck,” Yatsu said.
Sasha's expression didn't change.
Yatsu’s eyes grew wide. “You know?”
“Stray rumours at school. Eva is worried about him too,” Sasha said, rolling her eyes. “That girl will never learn.” Sasha stood up, and pushed her chair back in place.
That’s right, rumours would be all over school by now, and Eva… Yatsu’s mind brought him back to the fight.
“Hey, umm, how can you fight like that?” Yatsu shifted his position on the chair. “You were amazing! I mean, you fought those three guys... alone!”
Sasha smiled. “After you've healed, I'll show you,” she said and walked to the door but stopped. “Will you be up early tomorrow?”
Yatsu scratched his head. “Probably not. You shouldn't have to walk all the way here to get me anyway,” he countered.
Sasha moved, and suddenly she stood crouched right in front of him. “How else are we going to walk together as a couple?” She asked and pecked him on the cheek. “I'll see you tomorrow after school.”
Dazed, Yatsu waved her goodbye.
Sasha softly closed the door behind her.
“My, you two are quite the duo,” Rika peeked into the kitchen. “There is just one thing you forgot to do.”
Yatsu glanced back at her, curious.
“After that wittle peck on your cheek you should have pulled her back in and mashed your lips against hers. Then your tongue...” Rika continued.
Yatsu’s face was on fire when she finally finished.
Rika laughed.
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Chapter Eleven
Sasha trekked across the school playground, the ridiculous pink dress cascading around her body weighed her down, and the makeup staining her face irritated the hell out of her.
I am never wearing a dress or makeup again after today.
All eyes, one pair after the other, shifted in her direction. Only after she spotted a familiar group of girls gaping at her was she satisfied with her wardrobe choice.
Hmmph, you like what you see?
Sasha entered the school, and wasn't surprised to find her photo along every wall and scattered all over the place. A colossal waste of paper.
More students turned their heads in the hallway as she walked to her classroom and sat down.
In the middle of class, the PA system beeped and Sasha was called to the principal's office.
Sasha grinned, she couldn't help it. Today's gunna be fun, or it's gunna suck. She stood up.
The principal raised an eyebrow as Sasha entered the office and closed the door behind her.
“Good morning miss…”
She smiled back, “Good morning.”
He gestured for her to sit down. Sasha took the offer, folding her dress underneath her butt.
“Now I know there's something going on, or these horrible pictures of you wouldn't be spread around the entire school and you wouldn't be-”
“-all dolled up,” Sasha interrupted and shifted in her chair. A vain attempt at comfort. “Yes, you are correct.”
“Please elaborate,” the principal said, crossing his arms.
Sasha held his gaze. Should I tell him? Would it put a stop to these girls?
No, I don't think so.
She turned away. “Sorry, but no.”
The principal stared down at her for a moment longer.
Sasha glared back at him, not intimidated by his authoritative atmosphere.
He sighed. “Okay, fine. I won't push myself into your situation but I want one thing from you, Sasha.”
Sasha perked up.
“I don't want anyone to get hurt. Promise me that, and you can go.”
Sasha shook her head. “If you are referring to my defending myself-”
“I suspect those brawls you're calling self defense were provoked,” the principal interrupted her and she frowned. “Look, there are fights all the time, but in your case, someone has always been seriously hurt, Sasha. You can't do that to people.” He stared into her eyes. “I'm giving you a warning, you understand?”
Sasha understood. Thinking from his perspective, when multiple people get sent to the hospital and one person is always involved, and always the victim, it looks suspicious.
-but these girls have been rather aggressive.
“I can't make that promise,” Sasha said. “These cheerleaders are focused on stripping Eva and I of the popularity we never asked for. I didn't just let them take that picture,” Sasha shook her head. “They play dirty, but I can handle it.”
He frowned. “Sasha, it isn't just about-” The principal trailed off as a teacher knocked on the door.
The teacher poked her head in. “Sorry, is this a bad... time?”
Sasha stood up. “Nope, I'm done here.”
The teacher stared at Sasha's dress as she diva-walked out of the office.
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“Right here,” Sasha presented her house… again. A good thing because Yatsu almost forgot which one was hers exactly.
As Sasha pulled him to the door, Yatsu spotted the curtains moving and two pairs of bright coloured eyes stared at him. One pair beamed bright amber in colour, and the other a cold blue, almost as blue as Sasha's. Yatsu felt hunted, like a deer stalked by wolves.
Sasha dragged him in regardless, and he immediately scanned for anyone around, but the window space was empty.
“Was there someone just here?” he asked pointing at the window.
"Those were my sisters, they probably disappeared into the basement," Sasha's calm voice eased Yatsu a little.
She placed her bag down, took off her shoes and bid him to do the same.
He followed suit, tried to be polite and tidy by placing his stuff beside hers. When she took hold of his arm again things didn't feel quite right, but he dismissed it.
I'm just nervous. Calm. Down.
He breathed in, and breathed out, but struggled as if his sister were strangling him in one of her hugs.
"What's wrong?" Sasha asked, facing him.
He tensed up to respond with nothing, but her eyes; he couldn’t lie to her.
"Nervous," he honestly replied. "I feel like I'm being watched."
She nodded, understanding. "Want to meet them?"
"Uh-only if they want to meet me?"
She nodded again with a smile.
It was a normal house from where Yatsu stood. The walls were white, the wood floors were free of clutter and the entrance led into the living room. No second floor, but instead a basement.
"Want to watch a movie?" Sasha asked and gestured to the living room.
"Sure," They walked to the living room and Yatsu made himself comfortable on a sofa while Sasha set one up.
Wasn't long before Sasha joined him on the couch, or more accurately, laid across the couch with her head resting on his lap. She reached back, grabbed one of his arms and hugged it in front of her.
Before the movie started playing Yatsu’s body relaxed. Exhaustion caught up to him. Walking around all afternoon drained him of his energy.
Before the movie’s title displayed, he closed his eyes.
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“Yatsu~!” Sasha took hold of his arm.
Yatsu's whole body tensed, and his face heated up. He really tried to act normal, tried to mentally prepare himself for it, but Sasha joining him for every break put him on edge.
He knew it wasn't like the entire student body was looking at him, but he couldn't help but feel someone glaring his way. Sasha with a boy was a topic of interest in school. Yatsu knew what they thought and could easily place himself in their shoes.
Sasha dragged him to their last class of the day. Entering the room, the teacher glared at them like insects until Sasha pulled out a paper and handed it to him.
He pushed his glasses further up his nose, read the note and nodded for them to take a seat.
“Was that the note from yesterday?” Yatsu asked.
“Yes, though I don't think he would have believed it if it weren't for your-” she paused.
Yatsu looked at her curiously.
She gestured, circling her finger around her one eye. “-makes you look like a raccoon.”
“Right, I forgot that was there,” Yatsu scratched his head.
Sasha giggled, and for a moment, Yatsu forgot about everything else.
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Sasha crept closer to the boys surrounding Yatsu. They trapped him in a corner.
Yatsu put his arms up, hands ready to defend, they laughed.
“Haha, you really think you can take on the three of us?” One of them chuckled.
Yatsu trembled.
Sasha sped up.
The tallest boy, blond spiky haired bastard shot his hand out, grabbed Yatsu's collar and stared him down. Braxton said a few words, threw Yatsu to the ground, and kicked his stomach.
Yatsu! Sasha broke into a run.
“Piece of shit!” Braxton kicked him again.
Yatsu cringed.
Sasha jumped and landed on the back of Braxton's stationary leg.
CRACK
His leg crumpled and his knee smashed into the pavement.
Sasha’s body tingled with excitement.
She stepped back as Braxton howled.
Startled, the other two guys faced Sasha.
Sasha backed out of Braxton’s reach.
Yatsu's eyes were wide, his mouth open. He didn't want her here. Too bad.
Despite the fact he was useless in this kind of situation, he braced himself to stand, but winced with every inch of movement, and collapsed.
Sasha wanted to help him, but couldn't yet. Two guys stood in between him and her. A third lay on the ground squirming.
“What the fuck!” Braxton squeaked and he fixed his growing eyes on Sasha. “Y-you?" He paused and ground his teeth together. "You... broke my LEG!"
Sasha stood ready. Any second now he will call the morons-
“What are you doing?” He spat at the two morons. “GET HER!”
Hmgh. Figured.
Moron Number One circled around Sasha slowly. The smallest of the three, Sasha dubbed him the most dangerous. Moron Number Two held his fists up. Sasha couldn't tell if he had muscles underneath the hoodie he wore or if he was a bit on the chubby side. But then he dashed forward.
Built.
Sasha dodged under his first swing barely, reacted with a punch to his gut. Her fist bounced off his stomach, and she regretted making the move.
Not built, not chubby. He's just big!
The big guy grabbed a fist full of her hair.
She cursed and grabbed hold of his hand, preventing him from tearing her hair off. She tried not to flail around.
He lifted her to her tiptoes and then off the ground completely, until she met his eyes.
The pain from her scalp forced tears to drop from her eyes.
“Foolish girl, what were you trying to- you’re... smiling?”
Sasha grinned behind her tears, and dug her fingers into the pressure point under his thumb as hard as she could.
He cursed and dropped her.
She landed in a crouch, rose up fast and kicked him between the legs.
One.
Before Sasha located Moron Number One, an arm wrapped around her neck, digging into her throat.
She cocked her head forward and flung it back, smashing it against Moron Number One's face. She proceeded with a stomp on his foot and an elbow to his ribs. His hold loosened and she pulled his arm off her, twisting it until she felt resistance.
He dropped to his knees.
Sasha inspected her neck with her free hand.
From below a hand grabbed her ankle and squeezed.
She jumped, unaware Braxton got that close.
Yatsu was up onto his feet, his eyes showed a mixture of confusion and relief.
Sasha gave Moron Number One a sample twist of his arm. “When I let you go, you will leave; or I will break both your arms,” Sasha said. “Got it?”
Moron Number One nodded.
“Good,” she let go of him.
He hesitated, but scampered away.
The big guy slowly recovered, he sat on his knees. Hands between his legs, whimpering like a dog.
“Bitch!” Braxton squeezed Sasha’s ankle harder. "Fucking come get her!” He called to the remaining moron. “I have her-!"
Sasha stomped on his arm with her free foot and stepped out of reach again. Almost surprised he didn't cry out this time.
He's pretty tough.
Before the big guy fully recovered, Sasha eyed Yatsu.
They should die for hurting him but- Sasha's rage dissipated. I need to take care of Yatsu.
She walked over and crawled underneath Yatsu, supporting his weight. That flow of fuzziness spiraled its way into her.
“Sasha,” Yatsu groaned in pain, holding his side.
“S-sorry,” she tried to be gentler. “Let's get you home.”
He nodded.
She wrapped his one arm around her, and left the morons, helping him the rest of the way to his house.
"Ow, haha," Yatsu winced but laughed.
"What?"
"It's like we're trying out a different way of walking again."
Sasha giggled.
Eventually Sasha dragged Yatsu to his front porch, and let him brace himself against one of the beams.
Sasha didn't want to let go, but she did and started walking away. If those morons are still there.
“Sasha.”
Sasha stopped.
Yatsu breathed in. “Thank you, for-”
She turned back and hugged him, cuddled into him as much as she could.
“I will protect you from now on,” she whispered. “I love you.”
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Everyone glared at Yatsu as Sasha dragged him through the crowd, until Sasha plopped him outside the garden.
“Stay here,” she said and continued on alone.
Sasha enter the school garden alone.
She walked slowly, with her head down and appeared incredibly shy. She approached Brandon, the bad-boy, as if she really did want to confess to him..
That’s not what she wants. Yatsu reassured himself.
A part of him was jealous she used the shy option. If Sasha walked toward Yatsu like that, he’d have to resist the urge to pick her up and embrace her.
The spot on his cheek, that her soft lips kissed twice, tickled him like crazy.
What is she going to do?
Brandon glanced around at the crown with a smirk. His green eyes revealed his thoughts like an open book.
Bastard thinks he's got her.
His gaze finally fell on Sasha, who stood shorter than him. He stared down at her like she was a meal. Then he opened his mouth.
"Sasha," he started. "Sasha I-"
The whole school went dead silent as Brandon spoke. Every student wanted to hear what he had to say.
Sasha responded, too quiet for Yatsu to hear, then threw her fist up and cracked him in his jaw.
Brandon reeled back from the full force of the punch.
“Oooooh, shit!”
Sasha turned around, still in acting mode, and when she almost reached Yatsu she lifted her head, smiling. Yatsu smiled back but looked past her.
Brandon recovered, his face red, his eyes enraged. He locked onto his target and, in front of everyone, stormed toward Sasha.
He’s going to hurt her!
Yatsu stepped forward, moving to protect, his heart pounded in his chest as he blocked Brandon’s path.
Brandon raised his hand, clenched into a weapon, Yatsu could only raise his arms to block, but he wasn't fast enough.
The full weight of Brandon's bare fist hit his temple. Yatsu’s vision failed immediately and after a moment, the back of his head pounded. Students yelled and screamed but it all turned to a jumbled mess before fading to nothing.
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They left the cafe and browsed other interesting stores. Sasha never let go of Yatsu’s arm but he didn’t mind. He liked cuddling. It was like his dream came true!
Sasha’s hair smelled like flowers. He fought back the need to touch her, caress her, anything, something. She looked up at him from his chest and her eyes sparkled all cute-like.
Too damn adorable. Going to Sasha’s place isn't a good idea. I should just put up with my sister. We should go to my place.
“Hey Sasha-”
“Yatsu look!” Sasha pointed and dragged him toward an accessory store. “Let’s check it out!”
Shirts, hats, key-chains, dolls, bracelets and many other things sat along the walls and displayed in tables. Sasha skimmed the first half of the store, not really stopping to take a closer look at anything until eventually she dragged him to the glass counters in the back where rings, bracelets and other shiny things were on display.
Oh shit. Should I buy a ring? Yatsu’s mind raced through future plans as Sasha now took her time. Her gaze sailed over the top of the glass until she pointed at something.
“Can I try that on?”
The clerk grinned. “Of course.” He winked at Yatsu and took out a tiara.
Sasha let go of Yatsu's arm and gently took hold of the tiara. She gandered at it, flipping it around and upside down before she shrugged and placed it on her head.
She turned to Yatsu with a bright smile and a pink face. “Do you like it?”
The tiara sat on her pigtails. Crooked.
Yatsu chuckled, reached up and removed the tiara, placing it back on the counter.
“If you didn't wear your hair in pigtails it would fit better,” Yatsu nodded to the clerk, a silent thank you for his time.
Sasha frowned. “Ya, Eva makes the better princess anyway,” she said and took hold of his arm again. “Where to next?”
“I think I’m done browsing through stores,” Yatsu said and yawned.
“Then… m-my place?” Her eyes sparkled.
Mid-yawn, Yatsu aimed away from Sasha and coughed. Damnit. “Sure.”
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Yatsu yawned, opened the door to the school rooftop and paused. Oh right, Sasha didn’t come today… should I go to the cafeteria? Yatsu shrugged. I’m already here.
He sat in his usual spot and took out a boxed lunch.
Taking a bite, he gazed over the city.
The view turned into Sasha wearing a polka-dot apron, holding out a boxed lunch for him.
Yatsu’s face heated up and he shook away the image. “Why did she have to wear something so cute?” He took another bite.
After Yatsu finished eating he sat back and closed his eyes but suddenly the rooftop door opened and three girls filed out.
Yatsu sat up and waved a greeting with a raised eyebrow. “Hello?”
The girls glanced around as if looking for something until the thinnest one confronted him. “There are usually two girls here eating lunch…” she said.
Two girls? That’s right, Eva’s not here.
“Sasha stayed home today,” Yatsu said. “Do you have a group project you need to discuss or something?” Yatsu sat back again.
“No, we just wanted to invite them to the place only popular kids go. You wouldn’t understand.” The girl waved him off.
Has Sasha mentioned these girls before? Why would she be invited to...
“...three girls dolled me up…”
They opened the door to leave but the thinnest one paused and spun back toward him. “How would you know Sasha wasn’t here today?”
“I’ve seen him a couple times with her,” the girl with blonde hair on her left said as they walked toward him again. “Sasha dragged him off of school grounds once.”
Yatsu searched for an escape but the only way out was to jump or walk through the door they blocked. Trapped, he stayed seated.
“Wait, you’re that boy that protected Sasha that day we dolled her up for her confession to Brandon!” The thin girl eyed Yatsu up and down. “She was supposed to go looking like the slut we turned her into or not show up at all! Why did Sasha turn to you?”
Yatsu shrugged, scratching his head. Because I’m her boyfriend! He almost said it. He wanted to blurt it out and get it over with but the girl with black hair on the thin girl’s left leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
“Okay. Fine,” The thin girl nodded. “You’re invited too as an exception. Bring Sasha and Eva to the club room tomorrow after school. Try not to be late.”
The left as abruptly as they arrived, door closed shut behind them.
They won’t leave her alone, will they?
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After a nice shower, Sasha sat down at the kitchen table with clean clothes and damp hair. Having prepared herself a hot beverage, she stared at her cup.
I shouldn’t have gone first.
Now I have to wait.
Sasha forgot Yatsu’s fuzzy touch wore away in the shower, and after she stepped out, Yatsu snuck passed her before she could renew it. Her hands stung when she so much as touched her bandages, when before there was no pain. For now though, she could still raise a cup.
Sasha blew on her hot chocolate before taking a cautious sip.
The basement door opened. Miya yelled out a couple words from downstairs before the door shut again. Luna ran around and pulled out a chair, sitting beside Sasha.
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
“Where’s Miya?” Sasha asked.
“Downstairs,” Luna responded quickly.
Sasha glared at her.
“Her hands are tied around a support beam,” she added.
Sasha looked away from Luna sparkling eyes, ignoring the fact her sisters switched rolls. With only one explanation for Luna’s presence beside her, Sasha took another cautious sip from her cup and prepared to spill the latest events between Yatsu and herself.
The shower stopped running, Sasha stopped talking. Luna hopped off her chair and disappeared behind the basement door. Sasha gulped down the rest of her hot chocolate. Waiting, she tapped on her cup impatiently.
He’s taking too long.
Sasha stood up and walked to the bathroom door. She waited there, wanting the door to open. Needing the door to open. Her heart leapt in excitement at every noise Yatsu made inside.
Finally, something fiddled with the doorknob and the door opened.
Yatsu stepped out, and Sasha tackled him, pressing her lips against his.
Fire melted away the pain from her wounds, a wave of electricity shot down her legs. She stopped to breathe and kissed him again.
Yatsu suddenly kissed her back, then pulled away breathing heavily.
“Are… are you okay?” He asked.
Sasha wrapped herself around his arm, nuzzling his shoulder. “I am now,” she answered.
“Okay,” Yatsu pulled up on the pants he wore. “Can we quickly wash my clothes? These are too big on me. Is there anything else I can wear? The belt is even too big!”
Sasha nudged him toward the laundry room. “Dad is a lot bigger than you, can’t help it, but… you might fit in one of my dresses.”
“A dress? Haha, no thank you.”
After they ate and Yatsu replaced Sasha’s bandages, Sasha ignored the beeping sound of the washing machine warning her that the laundry was finished, and cuddled into Yatsu on the couch.
He rubbed the top of her head, absorbed in a movie about a kid transported to the distant past to deliver a staff.
It was a silly movie. The kid was lucky to run into a kung fu master, strong enough to fend off a small army of warriors. Eventually they run into another strong master, and taking turns, the masters teach the kid how to fight. He doesn’t become that strong, but he could fend for himself in the end.
Sasha yawned, laying against Yatsu. She closed her eyes.
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The final bell rang and Sasha latched herself to Yatsu. Eva followed them outside and it came time to part ways.
"Did you want me to walk you home today?" Yatsu asked Sasha.
"Actually," she felt him tense again. The stalker? I'm going to beat this guy to a pulp. "I'm going to walk Eva home today," Sasha lied.
Eva, having already taken the first few steps home, perked up.
Yatsu nodded. Understanding. "Then I'll see you tomorrow?"
She smiled and turned towards Eva. In silence they rounded a corner together and immediately Sasha put her senses on high alert.
"Ummm…?" said Eva.
"No, I'm not going home with you. I need to find out who’s following Yatsu," said Sasha. Judging no one followed her, she turned back and peeked around the corner.
She barely caught a glance at Yatsu walking into a shortcut. Either he wanted to get home quickly, or he was being stupid.
Both.
"Oh ok, then I'll see you tomorrow?" Eva asked.
Sasha faced Eva and found hurt in her eyes.
This is not what I need right now. Sasha sighed. "I'll walk you home Friday," Sasha promised.
Eva nodded but still hung her head before continuing on her way.
Don’t feel bad. Don’t think about it now. Sasha watched and waited a little longer, and finally she was rewarded. A shadow darted across the road, a blur.
Impressive.
Sasha followed in silence. The shadow darted from one side of the street to the other and finally stopped in a corner.
Can Yatsu really sense this person?
Sasha crept closer to the shadow, but it was glued in place. Crouched down, slim figure. Sasha made out male features on his face, his eyes unblinking, staring in Yatsu’s direction.
Sasha crept closer and pounced. Her arm snaked around his neck.
"Don't hurt me!" he shouted.
It's just a kid! She spun him around.
The kid shivered, scared. He's-
"You're my sister's spy," Sasha said, releasing him.
He nodded, recognizing her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"Following your boyfriend," he turned and pointed at Yatsu.
Sasha followed his gaze, and her eyes grew wide. Three bigger guys slowly surrounded Yatsu.
"Were you following Yatsu yesterday?" Sasha asked the boy.
The boy didn't respond. He vanished.
Sasha cursed, that was the one chance I had to interrogate him. She could try and chase him down, but Yatsu needed help first.
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