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Once upon a time ago, all man was equal.

No man was above another.

No gender was above another.

Racial discrimination did not exist.

Politics did not exist.

This was known as the Age of Unity.

But with the Age of Unity, they suffered, because they lived a life of fear.

It was that fear that united them all.

The fear for The Great Akuma, sent by the darkest depths of hell in response to those who prayed for fairness and equality. They wished for an ultimate force that would unite humanity with unstoppable, universal power.

The Great Akuma was just that. For she was more than just a celestial entity, her very aspect of existence was comprised of six gods. Each ruling with supreme power.

Hinokami The Devil's Flame. To rule through blazing fortitude and an iron heart, a warrior's passion and thirst for battle.

Suijin The Devil's Tide. To rule through sheer influence, like the sea, engulfing the world with unparalleled power.

Fujin The Devil's Gale. To rule without limits, unbound by the world's shackles, the very definition of liberation.

Hachi The Devil's Eyes. To rule without secrets, for one who sees all knows all, is one who rules all, one who never misses an arrow conquers every battlefield.

Susanoo The Devil's Fury. To rule with absolute, undisputed power, for destruction instills fear, and fear is the primal driving force for allegiance.

But just as man was equal, there were those who refused a life of fear. And she saw it. The Great Akuma's Hachi saw right through them, and with each attempt to revolt, she killed them. She killed them all.

With every man slain for a different world, more of their prayers fed, not to the depths of hell, but to the crevices of heaven, and so, the divine gifted humanity with a different deity.

Vala, the Spirit of Hope.

And Lady Vala, inspiring hope amongst those who craved for a life to be lived not out of fear, fought back against The Great Akuma, leading to the events of the First Great War. And with the Great Akuma slain, man no longer lived bound to fear.

But with the Great Akuma's death, so was the world's equality and balance.

Sexism.

Racism.

Poverty.

Social hierarchy.

Depression.

Sadness.

The world became corrupt, as fear no longer kept such things in check, the poison spread quick, in exchange for a life of freedom, humanity became corrupted.

Many have tried to bring this world back. To bring the Great Akuma back.

The Contingency Initiative was founded in an attempt to collect the Level 1 Dogma Holders who housed the essence of The Great Akuma back.

But they failed.

For our Lord. Lord Ginga was unsatisfied. And so, we sent him.

Danny Yuyan Zheng, The Transplant, to destroy the organization.

That is all I know.

That is all I need to know.

Because I am an Outer Shadow. I do not need to know such things. My sole existence is to serve.

Dainsleif

Our Master summons you..

Do not make his greatness wait.

I followed the shadows, up the steps into a massive ancient temple. The architecture was incredible. But I expected no less from my master.

The shadows bowed to me.

Dainsleif...

The doors creaked open, as I stepped in.

BOOM.

The doors closed behind me as I stood inside the dark room. It was a large and compact. A dark cathedral.

I slowly lifted my hand.

Convocatio: Duo Turriculam

Two magic circles appeared next to me, and two hovering star shaped objects emerged.

Within the centre, glowing orbs of light gained shape.

I tapped my temples.

Aspectum: Full Radar

More magic circles appeared in front of one of my eyes.

Three targets.

No...

Much more.

I ordered my sentries to chase after the bogies, as each sentry fired a barrage of blue blasts of energy.

The bogies fled.

One bogie came flying my way.

I predicted this.

Convocatio: Gun Summoning - Draugr D975AX Model 3

I pulled a weapon out of a rune, a handgun, and aimed it right at the bogie, a robotic exoskeleton, and shot it right through the head. The metal crumpling to the ground.

The sentries had gunned down the remaining bogies and returned to my side, hovering in assault mode.

Their lasers were pointed at a man who was sitting at the throne.

"Very good, Dainsleif."

The man flicked his finger as all of my tech powered down, clattering to the ground.

Well.

Not so much as man, as I got on my knees, kneeling before my master.

"I see all the tech I made for you is working just fine."

The footsteps echoed in the room. Getting closer.

"No Evos."

Step. Step. Step.

"No Dogmas."

Step. Step. Step.

"And no inherent abilities. You, Dainsleif, are an intriguing creature."

"Yes, master."

It was only a matter of time.

I made eye contact with my master, the Inner Shadow of Lord Ginga.

His face was twitching, about to let loose.

I could only imagine the amount of strain he was unnecessarily putting on himself to keep this act.

"OH MY GOD!" Master Jun jumped up and down.

"SO BADASSSSSSS MAN!!!!"

Jun began prancing all around me, as I got to my feet.

"God! I didn't even think my machines could combine with magic! God, summoning magic is AWESOME. Right?! Aaron?"

"My codename is Dainsleif."

"Yeah, but your real name is Aaron Hope. Or did I forget..."

Did you really just forget the name of your most loyal servant?

Jun ran a hand over his face.

"Ah.... no matter. Glad to know Draugr is strong enough to shatter my bots. Damn. I wish I could run around with these guns and equipment and whatnot, but look at me."

Jun lifted his shirt, revealing his skinny fat frame, and chest hairs.

"Maaaaaaaaaan! I wish I had abs! So jealous of those hot guys. But whatever. Of all the Inner Shadows, I possess the greatest evo of them all. The coolest, you'd say."

"Yes Master. You are the coolest Inner Shadow ever."

"Hell yeah I am."

It wasn't just one evo though.

Master Jun wasn't wrong when he said he possessed the coolest power of all the Inner Shadows.

I glanced at all the tech around him. Millions of projects and ideas, then at the window of the cathedral. In the distance, he had an entire legion of robots that were building new statues and buildings in his image.

His most recent project was a giant commemoration statue of him, probably the two hundred and fifty eighth statue...

And on the plague it would say:

In Honour of the Biggest Stud of the Inner Shadows: Jun Gasket

Jun swirled his finger, as numerous drones entered the room, tending to me.

The shadows peaked from the door.

My Lord... she seeks you.

Jun's goofy smile suddenly melted.

"Shit. Ah, Aaron, please clean up the mess."

"Wha-"

My jaw hung open.

"What do you mean what?! You were the one who shot all my bots here!"

"You were the one who sent them all after me!"

"To test you! Ah! Just clean it up! Here, I'll help you out."

Jun frantically waved his hand, and suddenly, a magical circled formed in front of me, and three Roomba like drones began vacuuming the ground, picking up the spare pieces of busted tech on the ground.

"Go go go! Before she walks into this mess! I gotta keep up a good image to her."

"Geh!"

Jun pointed at the shadow at the door.

The shadow paused.

Me, My Lord?

"Yes. You. Help Dainsleif clean up the mess."

My Lord, I am a-

"Huh? You're gonna say no to me?" Jun's voice suddenly became dangerously low. Orange tattoos forming around the right side of his face.

Level 1 Hachi Stage Five: Infinite Penance

The Shadow suddenly dropped to its knees.

Forgive me! My master! I misspoke! I shall assist Dainsleif in cleaning!

I started scrubbing the floors along with the Shadows and Demon Roombas that Master Jun had summoned for me.

"Oy! Clean faster! My Dogma is telling me she's coming quick!"

"Why won't you make a machine that cleans it faster?" I snapped.

"It's beneath me to make such machines! What kind of Inner Shadow becomes known for making giant frickin Roombas?"

"Gasket." A woman's voice interrupted us, as we were so startled, even the shadow jumped.

We are too late... my master. Please order Dainsleif to kill me.

I stumbled back, getting to position, but Jun put out a hand.

He was giving me a serious look.

Stay away.

I stepped back nervously. My hand inches away from summoning a magic circle and calling upon my entire arsenal, but I knew whatever I would do would not do me any good.

This girl could kill me in a split second, and I never would have seen it coming.

But realistically, I was only person who was in danger. Jun should not have been sweating bullets, but I guess...

That's kind of what you expect from a fifteen year old Inner Shadow.

Jun cleared his throat, summoning a pillar just to lean on it.

My eye twitched in disbelief.

So he wouldn't make a Roomba to help me clean the mess he caused, but for whatever reason, he would create a giant pillar out of nowhere just to look cool.

"Hey." Jun said, his voice intentionally deep.

The girl gave Jun an annoyed look.

"What is the status on the Shakujin and Fujin."

"You came here all the way to ask that? Or was it... for something more..."

God this was too cringe.

Thankfully, the girl beat me to it.

"Gasket..."

Storm clouds swirled around her as immense pressure built up.

All the sensors that I had equipped sizzled and cracked. There was no end to her power.

"Aw come on, Hakah! You know I wouldn't mess with you when it comes to him. Don't worry. I got those two completely taken care of. They're both still at Stage Two. I think only he managed Stage Four without Lord Ginga's influence, which I find to be extremely intriguing... not a lot of people can unlock Stage Three without his blessing, much less Stage Four. Your brother is special."

Hakah's eyes narrowed.

"I asked for the update on the Shakujin and Fujin. Not my big brother."

"Like I said. They're fine. Stage Two... pfft. Even Dainsleif here can kick their asses. And he's just a normal frickin human being. BAHAHAHA! Imagine that! All your life training with the Dogma of Equivalent Exchange just to be outclassed by some ordinary dude!"

Jun pointed at me and began laughing.

My mouth twitched. This kid was using me to look cool in front of his crush!

I am so going to bury him later.

Lady Hakah regarded me, turning around. Her flowing silk robes dragged on the floor.

No wonder Master Jun wanted me to sweep the ground so bad. He knew exactly what she was going to wear. And no. Hachi's powers don't include being able to predict what a girl is going to wear. That's just my master being creepy.

Hakah reached out and inspected my face.

"A mere man. Yet he can fight on par with gods. Just from your machinations..."

"I know right? Dainsleif is incredible. I'd say he surpasses even Transplant."

Hakah gritted her teeth.

Uh oh.

"Shit. My bad. I didn't think you would actually be attached to him." Jun stammered.

"No." Hakah turned the other way, her long hair flipping and releasing a nice scent.

Ahhh man.....

Suddenly, I noticed Jun giving me the death stare.

Nope.

I'm not attracted to her at all.

Nope.

"Yuyan was a lost cause. He even died. And Dai Goh... still chose to not come back to me... what did I do wrong? Everything was for him. For more precious big brother. I... I would do anything for you Yeling... I..." Hakah's voice broke, as she put her hands to her face.

Jun stood next to me, as we stared at her, frozen.

"Uh. Aaron. What do I do?"

"You're asking me?"

"You're the adult here. There's a girl crying in my room. Should I say something?"

"Hell no, you'll just make it worse."

Jun then turned to his shadows, who suddenly became very interested in sweeping the floor.

"You useless shadows!" He snapped.

Hakah wiped her eyes.

"Does Yeling hate me? Gasket? If I killed his friends, will I be able to be by his side?"

Jun raised his eyebrows.

"N- Nah... He was probably.... I know! He was probably not right in the head. You know. He fought Transplant and took too many hits to the skull or something. I'm sure he loves you a lot. Everybody loves you!"

Hakah regained her composure.

"Yes... I will save him. By killing everybody who made him this way..."

Hakah then looked at me.

"I want one too... a reliable champion like yours... Gasket..."

"Wait what?" Jun said, as Hakah walked up to me running her hand across my face.

She was breathing on me, and I could see...

My head was moving lower on its own, from her round red eyes, to her captivating, beautiful face, to her chin, lower and lower...

The great gods of IKEA have certainly blessed this girl with a heavenly rack.

"Why don't you serve me... Dainsleif? We are similar age... just the right age to reward you properly... nothing is out of bounds... nothing you see here is off limits..."

Hakah licked her lips.

Sorry Master Jun... I'm done for...

"Marry me." I blurted, as Jun screamed.

"HEY! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

Hakah turned around, as suddenly, hundreds of robotic drones appeared behind her, dozens of guns on each one, and their targeting lasers all aimed at her forehead. If Jun willed it with Hachi, he could release a blast of firepower strong enough to destroy an entire planet right here.

Was this reckless?

Absolutely.

Was this something he would actually consider doing?

You bet.

Jun stood at a distance, his eyes were glowing a demonic orange.

"I'll say this again. Dainsleif is mine. I don't care if you're hot, and I'll even accept the fact that I built a bunch of Hakah Mah statues in an act of simping, but taking my Dainsleif crosses the line."

Hakah regarded Jun, as the sound of thunder boomed outside. Hakah was not to be underestimated either.

Her Stage Four Susanoo surpassed the traditional Stage Five Akuma Grade Dogma.

Because she was a descendent of the Mah Bloodline.

This was getting intense.

Two Inner Shadows about to duke it out.

"No." Hakah said, as she made her way to the exit.

"This is pointless. I will find myself a champion. A disposable one. Until my precious Dai Goh returns to my side, he will be a champion that surpasses even yours. Because we will have something that you two do not."

"Oh yeah?! Bet! We have it too!"

Hakah gave us a disgusted expression.

"Um. No. I don't think you do."

"BET! BET BET BET!" Jun shouted at her.

Hakah put a hand on her mouth, giggling.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah!"

"It's love. Jun. I love my big brother with all my heart. And he loves me. Every time he patted my head, every time he brought me into his arms, my body instantly collapses in his love. Can you say the same for your precious Dainsleif here?"

All the blood left our faces, as Hakah left, the shadows bowing down to her.

"THAT'S MESSED UP! GROSS! I'M A STRAIGHT DUDE! I LOVE GIRLS! I HATE YOU! NO WAIT, I LOVE YOU! NO! I! AAAAUGH" Jun screamed.

I stood with the shadows, watching our master have a mental breakdown in his own throne room.

"DAINSLEIF." Master Jun snarled, his face vicious.

"Yes Master!" I said, quickly.

Jun raised his hand.

"I will send you on a mission. You will retrieve the princess of Andropol to me. Earn her loyalty her trust, or take her in by force. I don't care how. I must satisfy my urges."

"Are you sure you're not just going to freeze up and bumble random nonsense like last time?"

"No I won't! I'm fifteen now! The last time you brought a princess in this throne room for me, I was fourteen! I'm a man now!"

This was messed up. This kid was 100% underaged. But it wasn't like he was going to make a move on her. Every time I brought girls over, he would be too nervous to even speak, despite being quite possibly one of the most powerful beings in this world.

But I mean... if just having a girl around would make his mood better, I might as well.

I clutched my chest.

After all, it was Master Jun who gave me a purpose in life.

It was his machines that helped me. And saved me.

I will do anything for my master.

Even if he is a horny fifteen year old brat who uses me as a blunt end of jokes in a way to flirt.

"I'm also gonna be providing you with some help."

"Help?"

"Yeah. This is very important to me."

Well. A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do...

Jun turned around, sitting back on his throne. Which was a very decked out gaming chair.

"Who should I deploy along with Dainsleif. Let's see..."

Jun held out his hands, and a holographic screen appeared. I stood next to him.

"Nah. He's useless. This dude's drunk all the time."

Companions...

My eyes widened.

"Can it be someone hot?" I blurted out.

Jun stared at me.

"What?"

"Nothing." I said quickly.

"Hey. No way, I definitely heard you say something."

"Your Hachi is malfunctioning."

"Don't give me that shit! I need to send in people who compliment your skillset, Dainsleif. You're a magic gunman. Someone who wields firearms and magic in battle. You prefer stealth and indirect takedowns, rarely going for brute force. So in the case where brute force is needed, you're fucked essentially."

"Wow. Thanks man."

Jun scrolled through.

"I'm sending Rollo."

"What the hell, why that stud?!" I squeaked.

"Hey! Don't question your master! Rollo is a berserker. He can handle face to face confrontation with his massive build and strength. I also provided him with a new set of armour after he wrecked it fighting that stupid dragon."

I stood in silence as Jun continued scrolling.

"Ranged gunman. Berserker... Maybe a medical purser?"

Jun scrolled, until we got to a profile of a girl who was wielding a staff. She had flowing blonde hair and angelic futuristic armour, complimented with beautiful white silk robes. No question.

"YES! We need a medical purser! Absolutely!"

Jun gave me an annoyed look.

"Nah. She's on call with something else, unfortunately. Guess we have to use her."

Jun snapped his fingers, as a woman emerged from the darkness.

"My Master. I am in your service." She said, with a deadpan voice. Even her blue eyes, that normally would have been extremely attractive to me, somehow was a turn off. I had never seen a pair of eyes so devoid of life before.

I couldn't hide my disappointment.

"Are you kidding me? She's a robot!"

Jun raised an eyebrow.

"The hell is wrong with that? I designed Sigurd to be both hot and a killer. Perfect body. Badass but cute face. Black hair with bangs. Full tight leather. She's a perfect 10. You need someone who can give you medical assistance, and she can do that, ON TOP of being a top rate infiltration unit. AND she can do stealth kills better than you."

I made eye contact with her expressionless eyes.

"Does she even have emotions? Her rack isn't even real."

Sigurd's face suddenly flashed with anger as she pulled out a knife and aimed it at my throat.

"Okay okay! I take it back!" I yelped.

Jun pointed a finger and wagged it at me.

"Alright, Dainsleif. You know the mission. Head to Andropol, your main objective is to bring the princess back. I don't care how. If you end up waging war, I don't care. I really don't. Kill the entire nation if you have to. Just bring her to me. Sigurd and Rollo will accompany you."

Sigurd bowed.

"It shall be done."

Jun patted her head, and to my disbelief, Sigurd blushed, her eyes widened.

"Master...." Sigurd made a squeal noise.

"Ehhhhhehehehehehehe" Jun laughed under his breath.

You perverted degenerate! How could you go and build something like that?

Disgusting bastard!

�You should have built one for me too!

"Alright. Rollo is at Andropol already. Go and meet up with him you two. My shadows will accompany you guys, you will have a bunch on standby."

I nodded, as the shadows escorted us out.

Andropol

The shadows had shadow travelled us to the front gates of the town.

I stood next to Sigurd, who's eyes flashed blue, scanning it.

The objective was to enter the civilization.

"Sigurd, do you have any experience with Andropol? Are we good with our equipment and clothing?"

"Yes. Andropol was a civilization founded in 1250 AD. In this current age, it has undergone developments in technology and industrialization. Magical technology hybridization is mainstream in society. Our integration should have no setbacks."

"Good."

I analyzed a large cliff.

I was about to do some scouting, but Sigurd stopped me.

"Dainsleif. The town is currently under attack. I suggest we aid in their efforts to fight off the enemy soldiers."

"Why?"

Sigurd pointed at the soldiers that were fighting.

"We must establish that we are on their side. Rollo is also fighting."

Rollo that idiot. Why would he make decisions like that out of nowhere?

"Why did he just jump in like that? Is he an idiot? Without my call?"

"It is not your call. You are not fit to be the leader of this expedition."

"What?!"

I marched up to Sigurd, who regarded me with no emotion.

"I am the most likely fit to be a leader. You stupid bishojo rust heap."

"You do not have the qualifications."

"How? I am Master Jun's right hand man. I've killed gods, Dogma Holders, heroes, Demon Lords, adventurers, monsters, demons, you name it."

Sigurd shook her head.

"You lack infiltration and strategy. In addition, you are unprofessional."

"I'm unprofessional?! Just how can you make that conclusion."

Sigurd calmly pointed at my crotch area.

"It is bulging. Does my appearance sexually arouse you, Dainsleif? I'll have you know that I do not have any reproductive organs installed in my body. I cannot relieve your hormonal urges. I suggest you either spend resources on immediate solutions, or work on your social skills."

My ears flushed red as I quickly readjusted my trousers.

"SHUT UP! It's your damn design! A biological response! At least I don't get aroused from Master Jun patting my head!"

Sigurd suddenly paused, gritting her teeth, as if all the logic suddenly left her body.

Did I just offend her?

"Okay. Whatever. We'll fight off the villagers. I guess we're going for the trust route."

I ran to the village, as Sigurd followed me.

"We need to show our presence. I hate fighting up front." I said.

Sigurd shook her head.

"That will not be necessary."

"Why?"

Sigurd pointed at Rollo, his giant 7 foot muscular frame smashing enemy soldiers left and right and inspiring the allies with his shout.

"Rollo has already made himself prominent. He can introduce us. Our direct cooperation is not necessary. A lower risk option of tactical takedown is viable."

Whatever. I knew that.

I ran up the steps of a nearby building.

Aspectum: Quarter Radar

My eyes lit up, allowing me to pinpoint any hostiles.

A soldier was heckling a family behind a wall.

I slowly made my way up the steps, my magical boots keeping me from making any sound.

I needed to clear this building, since this would be a good spot.

"Shadows." I whispered.

At your service, Dainsleif.

"Knock out everybody in this household."

As you wish...

Several shadows emerged from the ground of the upper floor, knocking out the guard and every single family member before they could make a sound.

I ran up to the guard.

Aspectum: Bug Scan

A different magic circle appeared in my vision.

This guy was clean. Meaning the takedown was not going to alert anybody.

I held out my hand.

Convocatio: Gun Summoning - Ironsight

A large case appeared before me as I grabbed it. I jolted it once, causing the mechanical components to click clack and position, revealing a tripod which I placed against the window. The case continued transforming, revealing a sniper rifle.

I positioned the rifle on the balcony, hovering my hand over the side, feeding it with mana as magic circles appeared at the scope.

I took aim, assessing the situation.

"Sigurd, come in."

"Sigurd receiving."

"Confirm that the following markers have been established."

I pressed the button on the edge of my eyepiece, which started marking the enemies left and right. There were twenty heavy units, who were attacking from the tops of buildings and trying to assist the enemy foot soldiers. All marked with a certain marker.

"Confirmed."

"Initiate zig-zag infiltration."

"Affirmative."

Sigurd leapt into the air, acrobatically climbing up the buildings like a gymnast as she landed on the building, pulling a knife and slitting the throats of enemy units. Then leaping to other buildings before anyone could figure out what had just happened.

I aimed my rifle at the other markers.

Shooting one of the three enemies on each building would alert the other two.

Meaning I had to use a vortex shell.

I took aim and fired, the shell landing on the ground and instantly sucking the three enemies inside, killing them instantly.

I then quickly aimed at the neighbouring buildings, firing before they could notice their buddies suddenly disappeared.

I continued firing and aiming until the enemies were dispatched. Sigurd also managed to kill the rest.

All aerial units immobilized.

Time of elimination: 13 seconds.

I put my rifle away, letting it sink into a magic circle as I climbed out of the building, and landed on the ground.

"Where's Rollo?" I asked.

Sigurd pointed at the sounds of fighting.

Yeah. Real helpful.

I ran to the fray, making out Rollo who had flung three enemy soldiers away. It was pretty much one against an entire army, but I knew this was light work for him.

But just because something is light work doesn't mean it's enough.

"He's so slow." I grumbled.

"No. If we reveal too much of our power, the princess will see us as a threat. We must assist, but conserve our power." Sigurd said.

"Fine." I said, as I stepped into the fray.

Rollo nodded at me.

"Dainsleif. Sigurd. I am glad you are here! I am just enjoying myself."

"Alright. Well in that case fun's over. I'm gonna wrap this up."

I pulled out my Draugr, calmly taking aim and picking off the enemies one by one.

Sigurd joined Rollo with her knives, cutting and slashing as the three of us fought off the enemy.

I continued firing, until my Draugr ran out of ammo. The weapon returned into a purple magic circle.

"I'm here to help." I explained to the villagers, who were in awe at my tech.

"What is this weaponry? I've never seen this before!"

"I believe he is wielding firearms and magic... amazing!"

Oooooh god.

They're admiring me.

I love this.

Keep admiring. I needed the ego boost after Sigurd had practically ruined my self esteem for popping a hard one seeing her voluptuous figure.

Convocatio: Gun Summoning - M130 Fully Automatic

I pulled out an assault rifle from a magic circle, taking aim.

I ran my hand over the barrel of the gun.

Magic Recombination: Ignis Pila

Another magic circle appeared around the barrel, an orange one, as a fireball emerged, being sucked into the weapon until the whole shaft glowed orange.

I took aim and fired a stream of fireball enhanced bullets at the enemy soldiers, cutting them down and forcing them to retreat.

I waved at Rollo, who was walking in our direction.

"Hey! Rollo!"

Rollo ignored me and hugged Sigurd.

"Sigurd... how are you these days? You look lovely as always."

"Thank you Rollo. You're not looking too bad yourself."

I got in between them.

"Hey! I'm fine too! Thanks for asking!"

Rollo gave me a disapproving look.

"Yes... Dainsleif. Master Jun's biggest troublemaker. You're lucky these Andropol soldiers are around, otherwise I would have crushed your head in."

"What the hell is that for?" I yelped.

"HUH?! Do you seriously not remember what you did to me? To my daughter?!"

"No no no. I genuinely don't remember." I waved my hands desperately, trying to figure out what I did to make the big guy so upset.

Sigurd gave me a disappointed look.

"On the fifth of March, Rollo's eight year old daughter held a birthday celebration. Rollo announced that the invitation was open to all colleagues, but Dainsleif was specifically prohibited to enter the celebration. You proceeded to kick the door down, holding a 1.14 litre bottle of cheap whiskey, heavily intoxicated, and yelled 'are there any bitches in this crib', causing Rollo's daughter to cry profusely."

I gave Rollo a nervous look.

"Ah... that... right..."

Sigurd was about to keep talking but I quickly ran up to her and put a hand on her mouth.

"Okay okay okay! I get it! Oh my god. Control alt delete. Is there a shutdown feature on you? We need to talk about our mission here."

Sigurd stopped mumbling.

Rollo's veins were still popping from his head. I guess he really didn't get over it.

"Not here. We will speak in my residence."

We made our way to Rollo's residence, which was the barracks of the Andropol soldiers.

I rolled up my sleeves.

"Sigurd, mission objectives update."

"Acknowledged. Andropol integration initiated. Trust route confirmed. New objectives: trust accumulation."

Rollo gave me an eyebrow.

"You're still treating Sigurd like a tool?"

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me."

"What's wrong with that? Sigurd is a robot. Her very existence is to serve. That's all she is."

Rollo narrowed his eyes.

"Hm. Is that so?"

We continued walking, as we entered the home. On the nightstand was a picture of Rollo's daughter.

Sigurd waited outside, as I propped my feet up on the table.

"Alright, old man. Give us an update. Sigurd tells me you've infiltrated this place for a while now. Will just having connections with you be enough to gain an audience with the princess?"

Rollo shook his head.

"No. To gain a summoning from her, you need to do something extremely major to gain her attention. In my case, I've already established that I am soldier rank. If I contribute greatly they will become suspicious."

"What's Andropol's political status?" I asked.

"They're at war. With a rivalling empire. That much I know. The attackers of the village earlier today were stray cohorts. They outnumber Andropol significantly."

"Hmm..."

I turned around, beckoning Sigurd forward.

Sigurd nodded as she stepped inside.

"What are the consequences if I went to that rival nation and destroyed them on Andropol's behalf? I imagine that'll be enough to gain an audience with the princess."

Sigurd twirled her hair. Which I found weird. Since when did robots care about their appearance. Jun must have added that to her programming. That frickin weirdo.

"It will capture the princess' attention. But she will become suspicious of your power, and will see you as a threat."

Damn.

I had to go and get this princess to Jun. I didn't know why, but I never failed a contract. Now wasn't really a good time to start.

Rollo regarded the two of us.

"I can assist in referring the two of you. However, my position as a guard is limited. And it isn't just the princess you must deal with. But rather the king. He's... um..."

"Spit it out, Rollo." I said.

"He's on the perverted side. Which is why the princess is in charge, and not him. Knowing full well almost all of his decisions will be biased."

"Oh, that's even better!"

Rollo stared at me.

"Wh- What?"

I went up to Sigurd and put my hands on her shoulders.

"Alright Sigurd. Sleep with him."

Sigurd regarded me with an empty expression.

"I'm afraid that will not work."

"What? Why not? Master Jun designed you to be smoking hot."

"That is not the issue, Dainsleif. The King will not be interested in sexual activity with me, because he is into men. So the logical choice is to actually have you sleep with him."

All the colour drained from my face.

"Uh... come again...?"

Rollo snickered.

"Yup. If you want to do the bribery route, you're gonna have to take one for the team, Dainsleif. Right hand man of Master Jun."

"Now hold on a frickin minute! How the hell is the King into guys if he has a daughter?!"

Rollo chuckled, as he poured a glass of beer.

"Surrogate impregnation of course. Just because he likes the opposite gender does not mean he doesn't want children. Ignorant boy."

"Huh?! What did you just say?!"

"In either case, the most I can do for you two is a referral. Also, I'm not letting you guys stay here because this is for soldiers only. Sorry."

And with that Rollo kicked us out.

Sigurd and I sat on the street next to each other. While Sigurd remained calm and composed, I was yanking at my hair and kicking at the air.

"Aaaaaaah! This is so ass! How am I supposed to get an audience with the princess like this?! Forget it. I'm going to blow this entire town to kingdom come!"

Several villagers gave me a weird look as they walked past us.

"If I may, Dainsleif, there is one option."

"What?"

"To battle an entire army is unwise because your power would be seen as overwhelming. But if you simply assassinate the rulers of the empire, it will still collapse. And such a story would be more believable."

I paused.

She was right.

The assassination route was still an option. If I could end the empire through assassination, the princess would surely see me as someone skilled, over someone who has overwhelming power. But I guess it was still dangerous because then she would see me as an assassin....

"But what about the fact that she finds me too dangerous because of a possible assassination attempt on her?" I asked.

"Our connections with Rollo should be sufficient to prevent that from happening. Because if an assassination attempt is made, they would need to see Rollo as a contingency, which would be too costly for their army since Rollo is their biggest asset."

God. I'm so happy Jun made her.

"You're amazing." I said.

Sigurd stared at me.

"D- Dainsleif?"

"What? Never had compliments before?"

"No..."

I turned to Sigurd, and noticed something. Her face... was...

"Wait, Sigurd, let me see your face."

"That is not necessary-"

I knelt in front of her and my eyes widened. No way. How...

"Sigurd are you blushing?"

"It is merely programming."

"I didn't think robots would get flustered. That's so weird to see on you."

Sigurd clenched her teeth.

I sighed. Alright. That's enough weird shit for today. I laid down on a stray piece of bark.

Homeless, broke, and single.

The worst kind of fate for a man.

"Dainsleif. I have obtained some cloth."

"Huh?"

Sigurd was holding a blanket and put it around me.

"Illness will jeopardize our mission."

I wrapped it myself.

"Yeah. Thanks."

Sigurd brought her knees to her chin and sat next to me as I tried to go to sleep. Suddenly, Sigurd interrupted me.

"Dainsleif."

"No, I don't need to go to the bathroom."

"Not that."

"So you interrupted my beauty nap to spew bullshit? What's going on with you lately? You're usually cold and calculating. Is your computer chip bugged or something? I can open you up if you want. Maybe we can call a shadow and get Master to send a repair drone our way."

"I don't need repairs... I just wanted to ask you something."

"Uh... I guess..." I sat up next to her.

"Ask away."

"Is it wrong for a robot to... want to live?"

"What."

Sigurd's eyes were sparkling from the moonlight, as she buried her face deeper into her knees.

"If a robot is designed to have emotions, and to have all the characteristics a human would have, would a robot be considered a person?"

"Well, if you're asking about the emotions you have, it's because Master Jun designed you to have them through your programming, like you said."

Sigurd was silent for a few seconds.

"But is it wrong? Am I wrong to wish to be seen as more than just an android..."

I sighed, stretching my legs.

"Ah Sigurd. I've known you ever since you were first created by Master Jun to be an infiltration unit. We've been on a fair amount of adventures together. Even if most of them involved you roasting the shit out of me and making me look like a complete idiot. But if we're talking about companionship, yeah, I see you as a person in the sense of a companion."

"I see."

"Look. I don't know what to tell you. The things you're feeling right now could just be stray pieces of code or something. Maybe it could be something more. I honestly am not smart enough to tell you."

Sigurd crossed her legs, staring at the moon.

A robot wishing to be a person... damn this was deep.

But then it hit me.

The little things that she did that made it seem like she was an ordinary person. I never really noticed it until now.

"If the king who loved the man of his dreams could have a daughter and have a noble family line, does that mean an android like me can live a life as well?"

Sigurd looked at me and realized I was staring at her. Sigurd's eyes widened.

"I apologize Dainsleif. I suppose my programming is flawed. I will hold off on my rampancy until I am repaired by Master Jun."

"Nah." I lay back down.

"I don't think you need to be repaired. There's nothing wrong with what you're feeling, if you ask me. When this is over, maybe we can ask Master Jun to give you some upgrades. After all, I'm real close with him. I'm sure he'll agree."

"Upgrades...?"

"Yeah."

I pointed at her.

"Biotech upgrades. To make you more human. Hell. I'm sure Master Jun could even turn you into a real human if he can. He's an Inner Shadow after all."

Sigurd stared at me, her face was full of surprise.

"You would do that for me?"

"Well, better than having you run around wishing you could have real tits."

Sigurd frowned.

"Are you perhaps offering this because you want me?"

"What? Hell no! Gross! Why would you even think that? Maybe we should just get you reprogrammed after all."

Sigurd put a hand to her mouth and let loose a small laugh.

"Get your rest, Dainsleif. Our mission awaits us."

"Alright. No more worrying about this shit, robot girl. We'll figure something out."

I raised the covers over my head.

I knew Sigurd for a long ass time.

This was a side of her I had never seen before.

Sigurd laughing. This was definitely a first.

But that did put a smile on my face for some reason.

I closed my eyes, and the dreams of my past came in.

My First God

Many people believed my strength came from my weapons. My gear, that Master Jun had made for me.

But even from the very start, I always did the impossible.

No one would expect someone like me, a mere man, with no evos or Dogmas, to be able to do it.

It was from there did Master Jun take me in, and bring me to new heights.

"All of humanity... bores me."

I was frozen, sprawled on the ground.

"Guys... guys..." I whispered.

The dead, broken bodies of Wilson and Nora, their bones shattered, skulls caved inwards, lay before me. At the feet of the goddess who had slaughtered them all.

"Why would my lord keep such insignificant, ignorant non-believers in this world? Your kind is repulsive."

I should have been filled with rage.

But it wasn't rage coursing through my blood.

It was pure fear.

The shock and terror, freezing my muscles and keeping me in place.

I was no hero.

I wasn't special.

I was just a kid.

"What was this place called..." The goddess turned around, her long silver hair gently stroking the ground as she looked down at the ruins of the orphanage condescendingly.

With her back turned, I made a break for it, breathing heavily and frantically.

"Will... I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I whispered, throwing myself under his corpse to hide from the goddess who had slaughtered him along with the rest of the people I knew for most of my life.

"Will..." I sobbed, burying my face into his chest.

What? Are hugs cringe for you, Aaron? We're basically brothers and sisters, if you think about it. You me and Nora. Sure we got the others here, but we're a unit.

Will... Nora...

Back in the orphanage, we were always getting into drama with the others. I never got along with them. But Will and Nora were the only people who put up with my mood swings.

They protected me from the bullies, because I was too scared to fight myself.

The goddess picked up the sign of our orphanage and inspected it, her eyes full of disdain.

"Tch. The fact that such lowly life force exists is the very reason of my master's folly. The concept of an orphan... an unwanted child. It is from their progenitors do they learn, but without their progenitors they are imperfect. Incomplete. I despise those who are incomplete in this world."

I closed my eyes, panting desperately, when suddenly, the rocks began to shift, and Nora's body slid in front of me, in full view.

I stared at her deceased face. Her eyes were still open.

Nora...

"Okay, I get it. Will is strong. What about you?" I remembered asking Nora.

Nora smirked.

"I'm sneaky and fast."

I raised an eyebrow.

"That's lame. What's being fast got to do with anything?"

Nora chuckled.

"I don't know. Maybe swiping some of these?"

Nora held out several sticks of red candy.

Red candy wasn't actually candy. It was an extremely addictive powder that had very weird side effects. So basically drugs. But we liked to call it that, since it was kind of like code.

"Whoa! How did you- aren't those banned? We're not allowed them!"

"One of the perks to being fast. I can teach you, considering you get bullied all the time."

Nora gave me a stick, as I pressed it against my chest.

Will laughed.

"Yeah. Nora will teach you to be fast. And I'll teach you to be tough. And then you'll beat everybody up!"

"I don't wanna beat people up..." I muttered.

Nora gave me a stink eye.

"And that's why you always get bullied. You're a total wimp and you're always in the corner, never taking part in group activities and playing that weird MMO with the anime girls. Might as well pick up a thing or two. It's the three of us. For the longest time it was just Will and I. Now we have you too. We got ourselves quite the squad here! Like an RPG party!"

"RPG...!"

Will, Nora, and I. We would always do everything together. They would do their best to teach me new tricks. And I saw them as a squad, like that MMO I always played. For years we were a unit.

But no matter what Nora and Will taught me, I could never really pick it up. I was always the coward, being bailed out of trouble.

Always being bailed out of trouble by Will and Nora.

Because I wasn't strong like Will.

I wasn't smart and sneaky like Nora.

I was just...

Me.

When this... goddess came down on the world, she destroyed everything. Starting with the homeless. Then the drug addicts.

Her idea was to bring new world order, by cleansing humanity under the identity of her lord's apostle.

And would you guess what her next target was?

The orphanages.

Because in her eyes, we were incomplete, flawed human beings. Every child should have parents to look after them. We were flawed and disgusting to her, because everything had to be perfect in her eyes for her lord.

So when she came to our building, she killed everybody, destroying the entire place.

"Aaron! Hide!" Nora shouted at me, as she grabbed Will and I and hid in the closet. The three of us bunched together.

"What the hell is that?!" Will gasped.

"Are those... wings?" Nora said, as she turned to me.

"Aaron, isn't that... like in the video game you play?"

A kid who was hiding with us gave us a disgusted face.

"This isn't one of Aaron's gay MMO with the little anime girls."

Another kid was curled up in the corner, outside of the closet crying. He was no older than eight. He was out in the open. He was dead meat.

"I'm scared... I'm scared!" He sobbed.

The goddess stepped into the room, as I almost screamed, but Nora put a hand to my mouth.

"Shh! Aaron! Quiet!"

Everyone was scared. Petrified and terrified. The goddess was terrifying. She looked just like the goddesses in my game, beautiful, elegant, with long silver hair and angelic armour and swords. But...

This was not like the goddesses in the game. Those goddesses were nurturing. They were kind. They helped humanity.

This goddess wanted to kill us.

"I want to save him." Will said.

Nora stared at Will in disbelief.

"Will! Are you crazy? If you go out there you'll die! Didn't you see what happened to Trish?!"

One kid put her hands to her ears, trembling.

"Dude!" Another kid hissed at Nora.

"What? Exactly! Trish was sliced in half. And she's a grown adult! She got sliced in half by that winged creature. If you go out there, you'll be killed instantly, Will! I get you want to be a hero. I get you want to stick up for all of us. But this isn't like that time with the homeless man where you had a slight chance. This is a monster we're talking about. If you go out there and die, the monster is going to kill us too!"

Will clenched his teeth, as he turned back to the goddess, who approached the little boy.

"I... I... I CAN'T!"

Nora and I held him back.

"Will!" I snarled.

"THAT KID!" Will tried to struggle, but we pinned him down as best we could, to avoid making any sounds, as the goddess looked down at the boy.

The kid stared at her.

"Mo... Mommy...?"

"I am not your mother." The goddess said, raising her sword.

"NO! DON'T!" Will tried to break out of our hold, just as the goddess decapitated the kid right before our very eyes. A girl who was hiding in the back of the closet let loose a blood curdling scream, causing the goddess to turn to us in surprise.

"RUN!" Nora shouted, as the closet doors flung open, we bunched out, running as fast as we could.

I turned to Will.

"She's distracted! We need to get out of here!"

Will grabbed a piece of wood and glared at the goddess.

"I'll make you pay!" Will growled, as I grabbed onto him, turning to Nora, who was still trying to get everybody to safety.

Nora looked at us in bewilderment.

"You guys!"

The goddess tilted her head.

"Earth's flawed child. You dare challenge the goddess Avara?"

Will clutched the wood.

"You bet I do. I'm not scared of you!"

"Will... we need to get out of here! We need to!"

Will glared at me.

"I refuse."

"Are you stupid?!"

"This is the tank's job. Right? The tank's job in every party. And I've always been working out. I can handle myself just fine."

The goddess unveiled her angelic wings.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!" I screamed, trying to drag him away, as Nora also tried to, but Will refused to budge.

"As long as this goddess moves around so fast, she'll just hunt us all down. We can't run away from her, haven't you realized? Every person in this manor who has tried to run from her ended up being chased down. But if there's one person who sticks around and distracts her, while the rest of you guys get on a vehicle to escape, we're good! Everybody's safe!"

"But you won't be!"

Will chuckled.

"Yeah... but. I already know even if I do escape... my life is still gonna be shit."

Nora stopped resisting.

"Nora...?" My voice trailed away.

Nora let go, her eyes wide in surprise. Will continued.

"Isn't it obvious? Nora. You of all people should know that. We've been in this orphanage for years. Every family who has come has never chosen us. Because of my violent outbursts. Because of your urge to steal. No one wants us. But if I can be a hero, just like in Aaron's video games, and to go down fighting? That's more than enough for me."

"Hey... Aaron."

"Nora?"

"Remember all that stuff Will and I taught ya?"

"Y- Yes...?"

Nora gave me a thumbs up, as she pushed me out of the door and closed it, locking the door.

I ran up to the window, banging on it with my hands.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

A tear ran down Nora's cheek.

"Hey. Don't worry about us. We always have your back. Always."

"DON'T!" I screamed, as Will brandished his wood, and Nora pulled out here makeshift crossbow, that was made out of spare parts that she kept hidden in her room for emergencies.

Will looked at me.

"Nora and I... we've been in the orphanage for the longest time. We don't have anywhere to go. But you do. Hell... your last name is Hope after all."

"I don't care about my last name! I never once used it since! I'm not... I'm not good enough..."

The goddess looked amused, as she watched us from the distance.

I continued banging on the glass, trying to open the door, but Nora had locked it.

"Yes you are. Aaron." Nora said.

"But-"

Will nodded.

"You don't have to be the strongest."

"You don't have to be the fastest."

Nora pointed at the glass, right at my heart.

"You are enough."

Will charged the goddess, swinging, as the wood disintegrated on impact. The goddess lifted her hand, grabbing Will by the throat and lifting him into the air.

"WILL!" I screamed, as Nora dove in and fired her crossbow, but the bolts were deflected by her wings.

"Imperfect. Fools."

The goddess slammed Will into the ground and stomped on his head as I heard a terrifying squelch.

Then she moved in on Nora, who tried to run, but her feet were held down by ice.

"Damn... she got me." Nora smirked, as the goddess impaled her with her sword.

I could only stand and watch as my two friends were slaughtered in front of me. But from the corner of my vision, I noticed Will, moving, and dragging himself off the floor. His nose was broken and he was bleeding bad, but he managed to get to a... tank.

He ripped it open, pulled at the locks.

The goddess turned around.

"What are you doing-"

"NORA!" Will shouted, as Nora lifted her hand with her crossbow, and fired before the goddess severed her arm.

The bolt ignited the contents, and a massive explosion sent me flying back, screaming their names.

And here we were.

I was hiding under Will's body.

The goddess was still searching for something.

I didn't know what it was.

Nor did I care.

Will and Nora, the two people who protected me while they were alive, continued to protect me while dead, and all I was doing was hiding under their bodies like a coward.

Like a god damn coward.

The goddess continued searching, until she accidentally stepped on Nora's body.

"Ugh. Disgusting. How dare you defile my shoes."

The goddess stomped on her body. Over and over again.

My eyes wide.

How dare you.

You killed her... you already killed her.

Wasn't that already enough?

You killed my friend.

You killed my sister.

Wasn't that enough? Now you're...

Avara continued kicking Nora's body.

No...

My body began reacting on its own, as I emerged from Will's body, standing before her. Avara looked at me.

"I missed one?"

The words came out.

"Get your feet off of her!" I yelled.

Avara regarded me, unsheathing her sword.

"You are just like her. And the others I have slaughtered. It is beneath me to deal with you on your own. I would rather you have been like the others, bunched in one pile for me to kill."

"Bunched in a pile...."

The rest of the orphanage... they never made it out alive.

My entire body was shaking with adrenaline.

I had nothing to lose.

I picked up the wooden stick and aimed it at Avara, who sighed.

"How insulting."

Avara closed in and sliced the wooden stick with her sword and kicked me in the stomach. I coughed out blood, slamming through a door and smashing to the ground. I rolled out of the way before Avara could pierce me with her wings. I ran as fast as I could down the hallway. Turning around to see Avara approaching me with a sword in each hand, her wings stretched wide.

I panted wildly, running into the kitchen, as I heard the footsteps of Avara not far behind.

"Come on, child. The more you run, the more painful it will be for you. The fear will consume you and eat away at your soul."

I hid behind a counter, peeking from the reflection. Her swords were creating sparks.

What do I do...

What do I do?!

Was I going to fight? Was I trying to survive? I don't even know what I wanted anymore.

The image of Nora being kicked by Avara flashed in my mind.

No.

Nora would want me to live.

Will would want me to win.

For the both of them...

I will do both.

I snuck around the kitchen, taking a knife and began sawing at the exposed wires and gas to the stove, letting it leak into the atmosphere. I ripped a piece of my pyjamas out and pressed it against my nose. It smelled awful.

If you light up gas, it will explode. That's what we aren't allowed lighters in our rooms. Nora had once told me.

I snuck to the other side and began putting together a lighter setup. But the string was kept in the top shelf.

I needed to get to it. If my shoes touched the counter, there was no telling what kind of sounds it would make.

I grabbed the ledge.

I had to pull myself up.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Muscles need to be pumped blood to work. Where do you think all that good, freshly fuelled blood comes from? That's right, your breath.

I followed Will's advice, breathing as hard as I could.

The training was there.

I just had to believe in myself.

I clenched my teeth, and lifted myself up, long enough to grab the string and land on the ground.

But the landing had created a noise, as Avara turned around.

"Hm?"

"Shit!" I whispered, as I quickly finished tying the string, and ran from the kitchen, Avara spotting me.

"Mortal boy!" Avara shouted as she ran after me. I pulled the cord before Avara could throw her sword at me, which pierced my shoulder and sent me flying.

I yelled in pain, but I watched Avara become swamped with the explosion of the entire kitchen, sending her and I flying out of the house.

I landed on the snow outside, crawling desperately with the sword sunken deep in my shoulder. There were a lot of endorphins in my body and adrenaline, as Avara got to her feet, her eyes widen in shock.

"My dress... you dare soil my dress!"

I couldn't believe it. She survived an explosion that big?

How?

The goddess turned to me murderously, picking up her sword and approaching me.

"You... repulsive... thing!"

I grunted, pulling the sword out of my shoulder, as Avara swung down, but I caught it, causing us to clash.

"AAAAAH!" I yelled from the effort, as Avara stared at me.

"Stop struggling and accept your death!"

Avara swung at me with one of her wings, sending me back.

I slammed into the ground, sword still in hand.

The snow was dribbled with red and everything was getting dizzy.

"You are nothing. You are just a flawed human. In the eyes of a goddess, you are an eyesore! I cannot have you defile this land for my lord!"

I got to my feet, clutching the sword with both hands.

Just like the MMO.

She attacks and I counter.

If this was a game, I would be the swordsman hero, and she would be the enemy.

Who was far beyond me in level.

Who was impossible to defeat...

I clenched my teeth.

No.

I had to do this.

I had now put myself into the position where I had to fight or die.

Running was no longer an option. She would just kill me right here or now.

If I had to choose between fighting or dying...

The choice was obvious.

"Give my sword back!" Avara shouted, as she swung at me.

DODGE.

I stepped back, replicated the MMO movements, and slashed, but Avara blocked my strike with her wings.

I spun around and slashed again, but Avara's face suddenly contorted with rage. The blade had managed to sink into her left breastplate.

"How dare you rebel..."

Avara slashed with her sword, disarming me, and slashed with her wing, cutting me deep in the chest as I fell backwards, choking on my own blood. I thrust out my hand desperately.

Avara regarded me, her silver eyes full of disinterest.

"Just like the rest. Fade away."

Avara then turned around, picking up her sword, and walked away. When suddenly, she stopped.

"What..."

The two swords clunked on the ground, as she clutched her chest, coughing out blood.

"What in the-"

Avara stared at her hand, which was covered in blood. Then at the mark on her breastplate. It was bleeding. The blood looked almost black.

"You stupid child! What have you done?!"

I inched forward, grabbing the sword and dragging myself across the ground.

"Red... candy...." I gasped, using her sword as a foothold.

"You-" Avara's eyes went wide.

"When I cut you... I threw out the stick, the powder, it was a long shot. But... I guess it worked out. Somehow."

Avara fell to her knees before me, blood leaking from her mouth.

"How... how did... you... you're just a boy..."

I looked at her wound, which was now pulsating. The powdered drugs that had seeped into her wound was weakening her severely.

If this was an MMO, there was only one explanation.

She had underestimated me.

If she was really a goddess, she would have killed us all instantly, but she took her time.

"It's because I'm just a kid, with no powers, just a normal human that you held back. Now even Red Candy is enough to weaken you... I'm going to end this."

I raised the sword, and slashed at her neck, but Avara clutched the blade with her hand, causing blood to leak out.

"No.... this... this shouldn't be enough to weaken-"

Avara paused.

"MY sword.... you hit me with MY sword!"

I pushed as hard as I could against her force, but Avara snapped her fingers desperately, causing her swords to dissipate. I fell forward.

"You stupid mortal... I won't fall for your trickery again!"

Avara grabbed my neck and lifted me into the sky, thunder booming around her as her eyes glowed a murderous blue.

"Not only was I marked by a repulsive orphan, but I would resort to such measures... this is beneath me. This is INSULTING."

The cold and chill of the storm she was conjuring made me almost pass out.

"I'm going to DESTROY YOU." Avara snarled, flying to the ground. My stomach curled, as nausea rolled all over me from the sudden movement.

This was a familiar feeling.

I experienced this all the time back in the orphanage. Whenever we went out to the carnival and I rode the roller coaster.

The feeling of sudden acceleration.

And the consequences of it that made me labelled as the biggest wussy ever.

"DIE!" Avara screamed, as I vomited, the vomit splashed all over her face as Avara's trajectory tilted, the two of us rolling in the sky.

"What?! Gross!"

I grabbed Avara and climbed on top of her as the two of us slammed onto the ground. I rode her down the hill like the world's fastest and extreme toboggan until her head smashed into a rock.

The two of us were disoriented, but the images of Will and Nora continued flashing in my head. My body went on autopilot.

I used all my weight and pressed against her chest, causing Avara to cough, the wind knocked out of her.

Rage and pain.

I remembered the day Will fought off two bullies who tried to hassle me and another kid for change in the streets.

Will punched them on the ground, pinning them down so they couldn't do anything.

I brought my knees on her arms. My feet on her chest to avoid her sitting up.

Then my fists, reeled back, smashing against her face.

Avara grunted, as more and more blows continued to land, her face getting bloody, but the goddess extended her wings, jolting herself back upright and sending me flying backwards.

I hit a tree, and slid to the ground.

Avara had her wings outstretched again, as she summoned her swords.

"You... I will kill you. But I feel even just killing you won't be enough. To remember you. What is your name."

I slowly got to my feet, my body still on autopilot.

Where was I getting this strength from?

I rushed forward, as Avara's eyes widened in rage.

"Know your place!" She shouted, and slashed at me with her sword, but I caught the her blade with my hand, ripping it out and using it to block her wings.

Avara yelled and struck again, catching me in the ribs.

Everything felt dizzy. Blurry. And disorienting.

Blood was pouring down my body and making the snow red.

"I..."

I forced myself to move.

I had to move.

I couldn't fall asleep now.

I clutched Avara's sword and to her surprise, I screamed, plunging the sword right into the left side of her breastplate, impaling her right where her heart should have been.

Avara vomited blood as she fell back, bringing me along with her.

The sword in her hand had cut into my ribs, but not all the way through. The sword in my hand on the other hand, had pierced her right in the chest.

Avara coughed out blood, as I yelled, lifting the sword and stabbing down again.

Avara sputtered.

I stabbed her again.

Again and again and again.

"AAAAAAAUGGHHHHHH!" I screamed.

Will.

Nora.

Everybody.

We were all going through enough.

None of us deserved to die.

Even if they bullied me. We were all going through shit.

You... you dare call yourself a goddess.

I stabbed again, as Avara tried to grab my wrist but I swung my fist, punching her in the face as she let go.

"This world..." I snarled, lifting the blade again.

"Isn't yours to cleanse.... Avara." I brought it down one last time, as Avara suddenly went slack.

She stared at me, the light leaving her eyes. Her last breaths being taken.

"And my name..." I whispered, struggling to my feet, her sword leaving my ribcage, as everything was turning dark.

"Is Aaron Hope."

I collapsed before the goddess, moments to see her die first.

I Solo A Tower Raid

The assassination had to wait.

Rollo had referred us to a member of the guild, the Guildmaster Terran, who oversaw the town's affairs, external and internal.

"This here is a map of Andropol, along with the locations hot marked for investigation. All of these places are of particular importance, ranked by difficulty. While Andropol does have troops, the troop regimen is responsible for guarding the town. For external matters, we have adventurers. These hot marks are typically quest opportunities."

Another quest driven journey?

Seriously?

"Dainsleif." Sigurd said.

"Hm?"

Sigurd pointed at one of the hotspots.

"Does this strike any familiarity with you?"

I leaned in, focusing on the hotspot.

Wait.

I had seen this before.

"Isn't this a guardian tower?"

Terran raised an eyebrow.

"Guardian tower? Are you sure?"

Sigurd nodded.

"Yes. I am positive."

Terran got up, startling the both of us, as he went to the door and closed it. This was big.

"Sigurd, Dainsleif. This better not be a joke."

Sigurd shook her head.

"There is no joke behind this. That tower is indeed a Guardian Tower."

Terran sighed.

"No wonder the bandits have overtaken it. A Guardian Tower housing one of the thirteen gods. To know it resides in Andropol... unbelievable."

I looked at the marker.

"And it's been overtaken by bandits. Do they know it's a Guardian Tower?"

"No. As for as I know, no one has realized its true nature. If this tower is retaken by Andropol's forces, that is a big achievement for us."

A big achievement...

I glanced at Sigurd, and I could tell she was thinking the same thing.

Terran put his hand on the paper.

"But there is reason why this hotspot has been around for a long time. Now, knowing of its high importance to Andropol. The stakes are even higher."

"How difficult of a quest is this?" I asked.

Terran sighed.

"It has been the longest forgoing quests Andropol's guild has had to date. None of our top adventurers have ever retaken this tower. The bandits themselves are all extremely powerful. In magic and in physical combat."

"We'll take the tower." I said, standing up as Terran stared at me.

"Dainsleif... even you. I understand you played a role against the invading forces of Trissal. But the only way we can retake this tower is if we storm it with our troops. But we are nowhere near at the adequate number to deploy without compromising our Garrison. To utilize our army requires consent from the royalty. It simply won't be worth it."

"I won't need troops. I can retake it myself."

I stepped to the door, putting my hand on the doorknob.

"Dainsleif." Terran said, stopping the two of us.

"If you succeed, this will be a major revelation in Andropol history. But failure... will mean your life. Do you understand?"

"Yeah."

I could tell Terran wasn't convinced.

"I lost a son once. He was around your age. He was one of Andropol's best adventurers. And we all thought he could retake this tower. But he failed, and he died. I don't want a repeat of another young aspiring adventurer's death. So please. If... if even the slightest worry crosses your mind, please come back. I beg of you."

Sigurd smiled and put a hand on Terran's shoulder.

"There is nothing to worry about, Guildmaster Terran. Dainsleif isn't an ordinary human being."

I smirked, opening the door and heading out.

Nah.

You're wrong, Sigurd.

I'm as normal as any regular human being.

Only difference is I'm an ordinary guy in an extraordinary world. Meaning I'm forced to work harder than anyone.

And hard work, always beats talent in the end of the day. After all, when you're born blessed, it's only natural to want to slack off. You never came from nothing. So there was never a reason.

We made our way to the tower, hiding in the trees.

"Sigurd, assessment."

Sigurd's eyes flashed blue.

"Enemies flanking and surrounding the perimeter of the tower. Enemies spotted lining the trees radially for additional support. Ninety seven units in total."

This was an awfully small number of enemies. But I could see why adventurers would struggle against these numbers.

"Check out the inside." I said.

Sigurd's narrowed her eyes.

"Initiating X-ray scan. Additional enemies spotted along the spiral staircase. Approximately fourteen hundred units inside the tower. Three berserkers on the top floor. And one skilled warrior among them."

"Skilled warrior?"

"His armour is noticeably more advanced than the foot units. And his weapons, a sword strapped to his back, appears mystical in origin. He is also not of human descent, he is of demon heritage."

So a straight up demon leading approximately one thousand four hundred ninety seven enemies. These were definitely not ordinary bandits.

No wonder Terran suggested a full out assault with foot soldiers to retake this tower. Numbers in the thousands are equivalent to a portion of an army. No adventurer party can take that out, especially when they had berserkers, and their leader was a demon.

But to enlist soldiers required money. The expedition to retake this tower would have been expensive, even if retaking it would return property to Andropol.

And even if they did deploy soldiers, full scale war was too risky.

Casualties and collateral damage was bound to happen. If a battle took place, the tower would just end up being trashed. And more money would be needed to fund the repairs.

None of this was necessary.

"Alright Sigurd. There's no point sparing these guys if they're going to run. We'll have to eliminate them all. These are definitely not bandits. I suspect they're units from Trissal."

"I agree. I await your orders, Dainsleif."

I got up.

Time to get to work.

I leapt from tree to tree to close the distance.

Convocatio: Grenade Summoning - Anti-Magic EMP

I pulled out a grenade object from a magic circle and handed it to Sigurd.

"Lob that near the center of the tower."

"Affirmative."

Sigurd clutched the EMP and went invisible, as she leapt and began climbing the tower with her enhanced cybernetic agility.

"Good girl." I whispered, as created another hand sign.

Convocatio: Turricalum Sevenfold

Seven turrets appeared around me, circling me and readying their miniguns.

I ordered each turret to fly and surround the entire tower, loaded with special shells.

"EMP deployment on standby." Sigurd said to me through my eyepiece.

"Deploy."

Sigurd chucked the EMP, as the grenade created a powerful magical electrical pulse. The bandits began to shuffle in response.

Their magical communications were now cut.

"Turrets. Deploy canisters."

All seven turrets began firing shells at the ground, which twirled on the dirt, releasing a green gas. Bandits collapsed left and right from the nerve toxin.

I pulled a mask over my head, as I ran to the base of the tower.

Sigurd threw a grapple line which I caught.

"Pull me up." I said, as Sigurd used her cybernetic strength and pulled me to the top of the tower.

I crashed through the holes of the top floor, causing the berserkers to stumble back in surprise.

"An intruder!"

"Alert the commander! How has this happened? What about our troops?!"

I pulled out my Draugr, aimed, and fired, killing two of the three berserkers.

Suffocating to death. The gas is not dense, so it's the kind to rise in the air. The architecture of this building is such that there are no windows, meaning gas attacks are especially potent, rising to the top and making quick work of the enemies at the bottom.

"Our troops are being killed by a gaseous demon!"

"What?!"

Sigurd rushed in with her knives, as the berserker roared, trying to slam his axe at her, but Sigurd was far too nimble, climbing up and decapitating his head.

"Sigurd. Deal with the enemies. I'll eliminate the commander."

"Acknowledged."

I walked calmly to one of the doors and kicked it down, revealing the commander, who was sitting in a throne.

"Ah. Looks like someone here has finally spurred my interest to fight. You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a challenge. No adventurer has ever reached the top floor before."

I cocked my gun and took aim.

I was not an adventurer.

I fired two shots, expecting the bullets to hit the demon square in the head, but the commander simply lifted a finger, stopping the bullets midair.

"Firearms? You're an interesting one."

The demon flicked his finger, as I dove out of the way, firing as the commander continued stopping my bullets.

The demon deflected them as well, as he closed the distance, but I reached into a magic circle and pulled out a smoke grenade spraying it like an arc, blinding his vision and leaping back.

I took aim again with Draugr and fired, as the bullets managed to deflect off of armour this time.

So the commander could only deflect bullets that he could see.

"Petty tricks! How can you call yourself a warrior when you fight like a coward!" The commander shouted, as he tried to attack me, but the entire room was filled with smoke.

That's what you get though.

You're a demon.

I'm just a human.

What did you honestly expect I would do? Fight you fair and square? I'm nothing like the adventurers of Andropol.

I'll think before I act.

Every decision I make must be well thought out.

That is what it takes for someone like me to stand in a world full of extraordinary people.

That was how someone like me was able to kill the Goddess Avara at twelve years old.

Aspectum: Enemy Lock On

Magic circles appeared near my eyepiece, as I could make out the commander's figure. Locked on with a targeting reticule.

"Hero! Why do you not acknowledge your enemy in combat?! Where is your honour?!"

Honour?

The hell is that?

I'm here to win. Pal.

Not to have a light hearted conversation.

I inspected my Draugr.

Draugr was designed to be a standard handgun. Equally light and recoil was good, for a standard shot. It hit just as hard while keeping recoil at a minimum to enable good accuracy. It was a well balanced gun.

But the bullets and firepower of Draugr weren't enough to take down this demon's armour and shatter it. I could scan for weak points in his armour, but there was no guarantee that any weak points in the armour would be weak points in his body. I wasn't familiar with demon anatomy, and I could tell Sigurd was busy fighting the bandits below.

There was also the issue with whether or not the armour was magically enforced or its durability was a material property.

It needed to be something that hit hard. A one and done.

The only logical solution that I can come up with in this split second?

Going to have to use it. My signature gun. With my signature ammunition that made me so feared as Master Jun Gasket's most infamous Outer Shadow.

I held out my hand, and suddenly, black mist appeared, revealing a grimoire. The grimoire opened, flipping to a page.

Convocatio: Special Gun Summoning - Thompson Contender...

Black Bullets

A different magic circle, unlike any magic circle I normally used, appeared as I held out my hand, wind and black mana swirling around me, as the demon stumbled back.

The smoke was still obstructing his view, but even he could sense it.

"What in the- a black magic circle?! How do you have access to this magic?!"

I reached in, pulling out the single shot break action pistol, and taking aim.

"Hunter..." The demon looked at me, his eyes were glowing through the smoke.

"You... made a deal with the devil too, didn't you."

I brought the hammer back, cocking the gun, and pressed the trigger.

"Yeah." I said.

Black magic swirled around the barrel of the gun, as the black bullet was fired through a black explosion, soaring and neutralizing all of the magic in its vicinity. Including the magic of all the bandits who were in the tower.

"No... no human should have access to The Goddess of Night's Magic. Noir's magic can only be used by her most loyal and faithful subjects!" The demon screamed, as the bullet penetrated his skull, sucking up all of his life-force and leaving behind a shrivelled up corpse in brittle armour which shattered upon hitting the floor.

I lowered the Contender, as I slowly put it back into the black magic circle. The circle swirled and dissipated with a demonic groan. The grimoire closed and also dissipated into black mist.

Yeah. Mister demon.

Only herself or her most loyal and faithful subjects can use her mana.

At least, that was the case.

Until I killed her.

And with her mana, it was Master Jun who designed an implant for me to be able to wield her magic, combining it into my grimoire.

The black bullets were my ultimate trump card. These were the bullets that I would use to take down a threat as fast as possible. But of course, there were side effects.

One doesn't expect a mere human to be able to use the power of a Goddess and not suffer backlash.

I clutched my chest and coughed out blood.

"Shit..." I grumbled, as I limped down the stairs, but something caught my eye. That demon should have dissipated into black dust. But this wasn't black.

"What the..."

I turned around and knelt down, swatting away the brittle broken armour.

I ran my hand across the ashes.

The black and red ashes.

I ground up the powder between my fingers.

This red...

Maybe it was because of the dream I had last night, but there was no way.

I had to be going paranoid.

But if there was the slightest possibility...

Aspectum...

Magic circles appeared in front of my eyepiece.

I gritted my teeth, sweat running down my face.

Material Scan.

My eyes lit up with the vision spell, as my heart stopped.

This chemical...

Nora's smile suddenly flashed in my mind.

I don't know. Maybe swiping some of these?

I clutched my chest, hyperventilating as my eyes dilated. I began breathing heavily.

"Avara... Avara...!" I gasped for air. Oh no.

I was going through another one.

Another panic attack.

I stumbled to the wall, clutching my chest. Everything felt tight. I couldn't breathe.

I summoned Draugr, aiming frantically at the air.

"Hah... hah....!"

What... what was Red Candy doing here? There was no way... there was no way this place... this world could replicate the Ameradan Red Candy.

My mind began flashing to Avara's face.

That goddess's face.

The panic attack eventually subsided, as I lowered my gun, staring at the ground. The Red Candy mixed in with the ashes of the demon.

Red Candy was a drug. It had the ability to dull the senses. When I still lived in the orphanage, we took the drugs to dull our senses. Kind of like an escape from reality. It made us feel good, because with Red Candy, we essentially could not feel. No pain, nothing. It was just bliss.

I glared at the powder.

Memories of Will and Nora training me to be street smart. Their lessons flooding my mind.

If this chemical was being used here...

Did that mean Avara had survived our encounter all those years ago...?

I clenched my fist, creating an orange magic circle.

Magic Recombination: Ignis Pila

I switched my gun hand, as the fireball consumed my Draugr, entering the barrel.

I took aim and fired. Again and again at the powder until it vaporized from the heat of my bullets.

I met Sigurd, who was still fighting the remaining bandits at the bottom floor. I held up a piece of the commander's armour, as the bandits' suddenly stopped fighting, their faces full of shock.

"It's... Commander Dullahan! Commander Dullahan has been slain!"

"Impossible!"

Sigurd regarded me as she lowered her knives.

"Fall back Sigurd. I'll take it from here."

"Very well."

I held out my hand. Summoning another red magic circle.

Convocatio: Gun Summoning: M134 Minigun

A six barrel rotary machine gun appeared before me, hovering, as I grabbed the weapon with both hands, releasing a torrent of bullets and cutting down the remaining bandits.

Sigurd and I walked away from the tower.

"Sigurd, did you inform that the tower's been cleared?"

"Yes, Dainsleif. I have also asked that they keep this confidential, only to the royal officials to avoid public recognition."

"Good."

Sigurd could tell something was wrong. The look on her face confirmed it, but I moved forward.

No point dwelling on the past. We had a job to do.

I just had to keep this inside for now.

"With the recapture of the tower, we should be able to gain an audience with the princess, right?" I asked.

"Indeed."

"Nice." I said.

We continued walking, when suddenly, someone stood in our path. He was wearing armour, and had a huge sword.

"Wha-"

"Dainsleif. Exercise caution. This one is different from the bandits."

The man smiled at us.

"Geh. Of course it wouldn't be that easy."

The man inspected the two of us.

"So... you two are the ones who defeated Dullahan and retaken the tower. To think that Trissal's generals has fallen so low to let a single adventurer defeat them, even with all the men at their disposal. How disappointing."

"Disappointing...?" I muttered.

Sigurd narrowed her eyes.

"Superhuman strength and speed. Superhuman durability. Superhuman agility. This one is not human. He is beyond an adventurer in power and skill. And beyond that of a knight."

"You would compare me to a knight? How insulting." The man spat.

This condescending attitude...

I recognized it anywhere. I've met his kind before.

"These mortals do not know of your name. But we do. Aaron Hope. The God-Eater. That is what they call you. But looking at you, your power is... laughable. I fail to see how you managed to kill so many of us. Even your performance against Dullahan is.... disappointing."

I gritted my teeth, as Sigurd's hand floated near her dagger.

"Why have you come here. Why come to this mortal realm?" Sigurd said.

The man regarded us.

"Why... well you see-"

I drew Draugr, took aim, and fired repeatedly, as the man suddenly blocked the bullets with his sword.

"Geh!"

He's fast!

"What the- hey!" The man said, as I clicked the button on the side of my handgun, causing the ammo carried to fall on the dirt trail. Pulling out a different magazine from a magic circle.

Convocatio: Ammunition Summoning - Starfire Rounds

Lightning Magic: Augmentus

I slotted the magazine at enhanced speed, aiming and firing, as the man slashed at the rounds.

"Don't just start shooting at me before I can finish my senten-!"

The round exploded, cutting him off and releasing a blast which sent him flying back.

"Dainsleif! What are you doing?!" Sigurd exclaimed, as I readied my eyepiece.

Aspectum: Enemy Lock

Several crosshairs appeared on the man, as he shot forward, his sword in hand.

"Ah. Forget it. I suppose you were never one to hesitate to kill. I can see that now. But if I am to be convinced that you are indeed the mortal God Eater that haunts even deities, I must see more for myself!"

The man slashed at me with blinding speed, but Sigurd jumped in, clashing with her knives.

"I will not provide you with such an opportunity."

The man grimaced.

"My qualms are not with you, mechanical woman!"

The god kicked Sigurd in the side as Sigurd stumbled, her eyes wide, followed by another kick which sent her through a tree.

"Now! Hope! Show me what you... eh?"

I had already taken full advantage of Sigurd's distraction.

Everything was in slow motion, due to my Augmentus spell, the electricity surging through me and dialling my senses to eleven.

Convocatio: Gun Summoning - Caliga WA4000MX

I aimed the long barrel of my heavy duty anti-aircraft rifle at the throat of the man.

I gritted my teeth.

I will kill you all.

I pressed the trigger, causing the man to fly into the air, an explosion of blood erupted from his throat as he clutched it grabbing his throat.

"How dare you!!!!" He screamed, as he held out his hands, creating thousands of swords in the air.

Convocatio: Turricalum Garrison Formation

Four purple magic circles surrounded me, as my turrets came together like a shield and deflected the onslaught of blades.

"Set configuration: Vertigo Mode!" I shouted as my turrets click and clacked, changing shape, and emitting a high power pulsing wave at the god, who stumbled in the air.

"What is this...! I'm... I'm..."

The god slowly descended from the sky, his face pale, nausea rolling all over him.

The turrets broke formation, surrounding me on each side as I approached the god menacingly. My boots crunching on the dirt.

"Tell me. You self proclaimed god. Why have you come here?"

The god stared at me.

"I..."

I took aim with Draugr, the barrel pointed right at his forehead.

"The blast I just released from my turrets is a vertigo wave. Right now, you're seeing triple. Whatever you hit, you won't know if it was the real one. Your nervous system has completely shut down. And you're resisting the urge to throw up profusely. So I'll ask you again. Why have you come here?"

"They told me... they told me the God Eater was here. I wanted to see him myself. The Outer Shadow... the man who kills gods. Your might... for I am the god of Trissal, Ceius. A god of war. It is in my nature to seek strength, and yours... is the most fascinating..."

A wave of rage rolled over me.

"The hell did you just say?"

Ceius managed a crazy smile, fighting through the nausea that was welling up inside him.

"Aaron Hope... the man who defeated the goddess of fertility, Avara at the age of twelve. Then proceeded to kill and kill. More and more deities falling to your hand. They say an Outer Shadow is of the highest forms of life, so to think that a mere human could become one raised many skepticism. But you... you are special. Doesn't the name of God Eater make you thirst? Thirst for more? Does that not satisfy your cravings? Such power? Such a title?!"

With each compliment this idiot was throwing at me, the more and more mad I was getting.

"Shut up." I muttered.

"Heh?"

"Do you think I liked killing them? Do you think I killed Avara because I felt like it?"

"But-"

My gun hand was shaking with rage.

"Don't you dare make such assumptions about me. I'm going to destroy you all... that is what I wanted. That's all you need to know. There is no thirst. There is no craving. There is no satisfaction. This is what I was... this is what Avara forced me to become that night. This is what I will do."

I pressed the trigger, when suddenly, Ceius smiled, slashing at me with his sword. I leapt back, as the barrel of my gun was severed.

"Ah. I'm mistaken then. How I am so rife of ignorance. Aaron Hope. Forgive me. To think..."

"Tch!"

Convocatio: Gun Summoning - MP7

I summoned my submachine gun with my other hand, and took aim, firing a spray of bullets, but Ceius chuckled, intercepting them with hundreds of swords, crossed together like a flower.

"... that a mere human would understand the beauty of war!"

Ceius flicked his hand, as the swords came flying my way.

"Garrison Formation!" I shouted at my turrets, as they came together like a shield, but the swords pierced through the tech, as one of the blades pierced my thigh.

"Gah!"

Ceius closed in and ripped the turrets away, but I had my MP7 ready, aimed right at his face.

"Oh." Ceius muttered, staring at me.

"I'm gonna send you to heaven." I snarled, emptying my entire clip at his face. Ceius flew backwards, as I threw my Draugr to the side, returning it to its magic circle and summoning another.

Convocatio: Grenade Summoning - Binding Webs

I lobbed an orb, which exploded into a tractor beam which latched onto Ceius.

I held out my hand.

"Pincer Formation!"

My turrets surrounded Ceius, about to let loose gunfire, but suddenly, Ceius' eyes flashed.

More and more swords appeared and began clunking to my direction, interrupting my command.

"Suppressing fire!" I shouted at my turrets, as their configurations changed, revealing their miniguns, shooting and firing at the swords and shattering them, then turned back to Ceius, the barrels smoking but ready to let loose more.

Ceius growled, and broke free from the restraints, and tried to block the bullets of my turrets, swinging wildly, and destroying them. I jumped into the trees, hidden.

"Come out! God-Eater! Show me your might! Show me!"

Convocatio: Gun Summoning - Ironsight

I aimed the barrel right at Ceius' face, firing and catching him right in the forehead. The god of war flew backwards violently, the shockwave rippling through the trees causing Ceius to slam into the trough of the tower.

I ran to his location, MP7 in hand, but suddenly, he was gone.

"What the-?!"

I looked around. My Aspectum skill...

I clutched my head.

Shit! Did I run out of mana already?!

I used up quite a lot in my fight against Dullahan. Then I used that stupid minigun to deal with the rest of the bandits that survived the nerve toxin! I was an idiot!

"Aaron Hope... the next time we meet, will surely be your last!" Ceius snarled from above.

I spun around and aimed my SMG up high, firing repeatedly, as Ceius blocked my bullets with another series of swords.

"Don't interrupt me when I'm trying to give out threats! Hey!"

I ignored him, continuing to fire.

"The next time we meet I will-"

Rat tat tat tat tat tat tat

"I'm going to kill-"

Rat tat tat tat tat tat tat

"You're going to di-"

Rat tat tat tat tat tat tat

"Ah! Screw this!" Ceius shouted, flying away, as I continued firing until my SMG ran out of bullets.

I had no more mana to summon any more ammunition.

I lowered my gun, the barrel smoking. Red hot.

"Dammit." I muttered.

I tried to take one step, but my leg wound caused me to buckle.

"Dainsleif... you're injured." Sigurd said, limping to me. Her arm was dislocated, and her face was cracked.

"You're one to talk!" I snapped.

"Damage to me can be repaired. You are still a human. We must get your wound treated before it becomes infected."

"Ceius got away. God dammit. I should've been more conservative with my mana."

"You are in no shape to fight any more. You are depleted of both mana and your stamina. And now you are injured."

I reluctantly let Sigurd patch me up, as we continued our way to the town.

I gritted my teeth. Ceius' stupid grin.

I'll blast that stupid smile off of your face.

Convincing A Princess To Come Home With Me

"You will not be talking." Sigurd said.

"What?! Why not?"

"Because we both know every time a disaster strikes, it's because you opened your mouth."

"Why you little..."

Sigurd and I were brought into a large castle by several guardsman. Well. Several was kinda an understatement.

"Hey... don't you think they're kinda making a big deal about this?" I asked.

"If a tower, that was for the longest time under control by the enemy, retaken by a single adventurer of unknown origin, despite having the greatest efforts fail in the past, would you not be wary as well?"

"I suppose. Definitely taking the compliment though."

"You are a child."

The guards brought us to the throne room, which was decorated with complex architecture. The throne was empty, but standing to the side, was one of the cutest girls I had ever seen.

"Wh- Whoa... Master Jun, what a cultured gentlemen..."

Sigurd elbowed me.

"Zip it! The last thing we want is to get executed. We haven't been in Andropol for a week."

"Sigurd and her apprentice, Dainsleif." The princess said.

Apprentice? Since when was I Sigurd's apprentice?

No no no.

I never consented to being second fiddle to Master Jun's state of the art love doll.

Sigurd knelt on one knee, grabbing my ear and forcing me to do the same.

"Yes, your grace." Sigurd replied.

"Yes, your-" I said, my voice completely off sync from hers.

Sigurd glared at me.

If Master Jun was here, he would have snickered at my awkwardness. The guards all stared at us in uncomfortable silence.

The princess regarded us.

"Why have you two entered our country? On what terms?"

"We entered your country to seek your council. For our master wishes to have an audience with you. We come with no intention to fight."

The guards shifted nervously, readying their weapons, but the princess held up a hand.

"It is okay."

Was it really though???

Master Jun wanted me to bring you in to "satisfy his urges". Was this shit really okay?!

"The fact that you two accomplished what our top adventurers and warriors in Andropol could not speaks testaments to your capability. While I understand this meeting was something you requested, Sigurd, I have a request of my own. Once this favour is granted."

"A request, my lady?" Sigurd asked.

"Yes. I will elaborate further in time. Where is this master of yours?"

"We will take you to him." Sigurd answered.

The guards suddenly ran forward, their weapons aimed at our throats.

I raised my hands, heart pumping like crazy, but Sigurd simply continued kneeling, completely unfazed at all. Must have been real nice to be a machine.

"You dare ask such a thing from the princess of Andropol?!" One of the elder men who was standing on the edges of the throne snarled at us.

"My apologies." Sigurd replied, quickly.

"We mean no ill intention, nor plan any harm on your lady. Our Master is quite secluded."

"And how do you expect us to believe that?!"

"Russel!" The princess said, sternly, causing the old geezer to freeze.

"You will not address these guests with such aggression and malice. They captured the tower for us. We are in no position to be making such threats."

The princess sighed, turning back to us.

"I apologize for Russel's hardheadedness. He suffers from emotional stress due to having never experienced the touch of a woman for fifty eight years..."

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"...but Russel is one of my exemplars, and his concern over me is justified. I admit I am suspicious of the two of you. If you choose to harm me, I will be powerless. Should you bring me to your Master's realm, I will be defenceless."

Did she really just brush over the fact that she had just outed her fifty eight year old virgin exemplar so casually?

"I understand, my lady. What will it take for us to prove that no ill will lies behind our request?" Sigurd said.

"Denied! Such a request... is inconceivable!" Russel shouted, as did the rest of the old geezers.

What was this?

Council of the Alzheimer's?

I looked at Sigurd, who was still trying to formulate and calculate.

Now wasn't the time for that.

Now was the time for action.

I got off my knee, as Sigurd spun around, her eyes wide.

"No! Dainsleif, what are you-"

"Alright! Listen up!" I shouted, as I stood before the princess and her advisors.

"I am the one who took back the tower. So I get to make the demands. Unlike Russel here, I've banged a few chicks back in my day. So everything he says against me is ultimately void because he is a loser."

"Keh!" Sigurd's face turned into a mix of shock and nausea.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Sigurd mouthed at me, but I ignored her. Obviously I never banged anyone. I've had exactly the same number of guys confess to me as girls.

Zero.

"This tower... is a Guardian Tower."

Everybody went silent. Even Russel, who, approximately 2 seconds ago looked like he was going to storm down the steps and punch me in the face with his old shrivelled hand.

"That's right." I said, standing my ground.

"The bandits who had captured it, were no ordinary bandits. The one commanding them was a demon named Dullahan."

"D- Du- Dullahan...?!" A guard stammered, as commotion rippled across the guardsmen.

"The Demon Dullahan?" The princess put a hand to her mouth.

"Are you sure, Dainsleif? The Demon Dullahan is one of Trissal's mightiest generals. Why would he be stationed to watch over the tower?"

"There's also the case that the tower is a Guardian Tower..." One of the geezers said.

"I don't know why Andropol has a Guardian Tower. A Guardian Tower houses a spirit of one of the thirteen gods of the Duvian empire. Chances were, Trissal knew about this too. Which was why Dullahan was stationed there."

The princess regarded me.

"So Trissal had the divine protection of two gods."

Sigurd quickly grabbed my head and slammed me into the ground.

"You mentioned two gods. So prior to capturing the tower, Trissal only had one god's protection?"

"Yes. Trissal was watched by the God of War Ceius."

"And what of Andropol?"

The princess sighed, looking at the throne.

"Our god... had passed. At least that was what we believed. But now we know that is not true. For this tower... in fact was what housed our deity."

Ceius?

So that dude who had intercepted us, was the guardian deity of Trissal.

I had a score to settle with him.

But that would have to wait.

Dainsleif.

"Huh?"

I glanced at the far corners of the throne room.

A shadow. Jun's shadow.

"What are you doing here? What is it?" I hissed.

The tower.

"What about it?"

One of our informants has uncovered a potential infiltration.

"Infiltration?! We just captured it!"

The god of Andropol is awakening. Should you choose to retrieve the princess of Andropol to our lord, you must do so now. Her safety is paramount.

Suddenly, the doors busted open.

"Your highness!" A man shouted, his voice desperate.

"Soldier. What has happened?" The princess asked.

"The tower... a monster... a terrible monster. One the size of multiple mountains! It's wreaking havoc! My entire platoon of soldiers have been wiped out!"

"What?!"

"The tower's god... our god has become feral!"

"What do we do?!"

The princess gritted her teeth.

"We must mobilize our forces to contain the god. Including the adventurers. Our people's safety is a top priority. Relay this to the people of Andropol. Begin evacuation!"

"Affirmative."

I stood up.

"I can help."

"No."

The princess looked at me.

"Our adventurers are quite capable. So is our Garrison. Have faith in us, Andropol's people will be safe. They will be..."

It didn't look like she was able to convince herself.

"My qualms with you will be put on hold. Dainsleif. Until the threat is neutralized." Russel sneered at me, as everybody filed out.

"What will become of us?" Sigurd asked.

The princess regarded Sigurd and I.

"We will arrange lodgings for you two. In this castle. You will be on standby for now. But you will be monitored. By me."

I raised my hand.

"I can elimin-"

Sigurd kicked me.

"Hey!"

Sigurd shot me a death glare, and within my earpiece, her voice emanated in my mind.

If you reveal your power, the princess will become even more distraught. You already made a blunder of yourself by calling out Russel's virginity. And lying about your own.

"That is so underhanded!"

If the princess wishes us to be kept under her supervision, then that will be what we shall do.

The princess turned around and left the throne room, beckoning us.

"Come."

We followed.

"That's... a really nice dress." Sigurd muttered, as we trailed the princess from behind.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"No. I heard you say something."

"It is your imagination."

"Yeah probably. Though I can't imagine you changing into anything else. What's even under all that skin tight leather? Plastic?"

If the princess wasn't here, I knew for a fact that Sigurd would probably slit my throat.

And I was not missing this opportunity to mess with her a bit.

The princess led us to our rooms.

"You will be staying here."

Sigurd bowed.

"We appreciate your hospitality, your grace."

"Call me Diana. Princess Diana Eustansia Avarice the Third."

I blinked.

"Princess Diana Mustache the what?"

Sigurd kicked me in the balls.

"GAH! You rusting bitch! What the hell?!" I clutched my crotch and slid to the ground.

"Show some respect!"

Diana put her hand to her mouth and giggled.

"It seems the two of you have known each other for a long time."

"Healing... Healing Sigurd! Please! My nuts!" I gasped in pain, trying to not black out. Talking hurt.

Sigurd sighed, and looked away, injecting me with a needle as I felt my nut sack return to normal state.

"Yes. I have known this fool for a long time." Sigurd said, as she helped me to my feet.

"We served our master together. Since my conception."

The princess smiled.

"Do you mean since you were built?"

Sigurd and I paused. The air suddenly went cold.

Sigurd's hand floated near her knife, and my hand floated near Draugr, but Diana laughed.

"I mean no harm. But I recognize those like you, Sigurd. You are an android, correct? One that is machine. I have encountered a few in the past, actually."

Dammit.

I had completely forgotten. What did Sigurd say? That Andropol was a mix of modern tech and magic. That was how we were able to infiltrate and integrate ourselves so easily despite Sigurd looking like a hotter version of Catwoman and I looking like a ripoff Kirito with guns.

Diana inspected me.

"But you... you are a human. Just like our citizens in Andropol. Your mana pool is average. As is your physical build. You don't even have a build that contends with the Royal Guard..."

So basically she was saying I was small and average. Despite working so hard to look jacked in the gym.

Master Jun... just kill me now.

"...but you were the one who captured the tower? All on your own?"

"Yes." I replied.

Sigurd looked surprised.

"How are you able to tell Dainsleif's magical capability?"

Diana pointed at her eye.

"That is my magic. I am capable of seeing the magical and physical potential of people. This is how I assess my peacekeeping force, Andropol's military power, and can distinguish adventurers who stand at the top."

Sigurd looked at me evilly.

"And what is Dainsleif's adventurer status?"

"Well, according to what I see, he's around a C Rank adventurer. Sigurd, you on the other hand, despite lacking magic, your physical capabilities puts you to be around A Rank."

The colour left my face.

"C- C Rank?!"

Diana gave me a warm smile.

"But there is more to a person than what magic can sense. I am sure there is something beyond that I cannot detect, considering it was you who took the tower. And that reminds me... I wish to speak to you, in private."

"In private?" Sigurd asked.

I held out my hand.

"It's okay, Sig. I can handle myself."

Sigurd didn't look convinced, but nodded.

"Very well. I will be in my quarters. But if I sense a spike in adrenaline pertaining to a fight or flight response, I will be at your side immediately."

"Sounds good."

I followed Diana as she brought me on a tour.

"This is the hallway that my ancestors once walked through."

"Cool."

Diana continued walking, until she stopped in front of a large portrait. It was of a dude with the coolest beard I had ever seen.

"That's a bushy beard." I commented.

Diana smiled.

"Yes. His facial hair is 'bushy' indeed."

I put my hands in the pockets of my fur coat.

"Diana... er I mean Princess Diana. You do realize I am a major asset to take down that monster right? I've killed tougher and bigger opponents. I recaptured the tower and took down Commander Dullahan myself."

"I'm sorry, Dainsleif, but I cannot allow you to intervene with this."

"Why not?"

Diana turned to me.

"Dainsleif. Your records in Andropol have you listed as a magic gunman, correct?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

The princess ran a hand over her dress.

"Is this your first time dealing with matters to the extent of royal affairs?"

"Not really. You'd be the eighth princess I've visited for my master."

"I see."

Diana continued inspecting her garments.

"The man you see in this portrait is my father. King Eustace Avarice."

"So that's the king, huh. What... happened, if you mind me asking?"

Diana looked at me.

"He died."

"Sorry."

"It's okay. Andropol and Trissal have been at war for the longest time. We are rivalling factions in this region. While both nations have a guardian deity, the way the divine interact with us is far different than with Trissal."

"Ceius watches over Trissal?"

"Yes. Almost like a guardian angel. Lord Ceius will rarely step foot into the mortal plane, unless he seeks one worthy of battle. As a god of war, he is extremely powerful, and the laws of the divine do not permit gods to interfere with mortal affairs."

I clenched my fist.

Was that really so?

Then how would you explain that night, when Lady Avara attacked my orphanage?

I guess there was no point asking her these questions. She didn't seem to know the answers.

"I'm guessing the god that watches of Andropol is different?"

"Yes. Because the god of Andropol, Nyx, can only step foot in the mortal plane through a host. Nyx is the god of fortune. In his eyes, true fortune only exists in those of royalty. In Ceius' case, he is able to gain form in the mortal realm because Trissal has a history of war. It summons him, like a call. But for Nyx, he requires a host to act as his calling. This was... my father's destiny."

I can sort of see where she was going with this.

"Every prince of Andropol is fated to become the host of Lord Nyx. By becoming a host of the divine god of fortune, prosperity is brought to the nation. But when I was born... I was female. Meaning I ended the long lineage of princes in Andropol. Nyx only possesses those of strong fortune, Kings. A princess can never become a King. Plagued with the guilt that he had sired a daughter, my father blamed himself. His long fall into depression forced my mother to take over the affairs of Andropol. But no Queen ever existed in Andropol before who had taken the throne. Overworked, the Queen fell into despair, her royal mana overwhelming her body and transforming her into a Kaiju."

"You mean like those giant monsters? Jesus."

Diana ran her hand over the portrait of her father.

"Lord Nyx can only inhabit the bodies of strong hosts. Father, though one of great wealth and fortune, chose to host Lord Nyx, but for the reason of ending my mother's suffering. Reawakening as the god of fortune, Nyx killed the Queen of Andropol, but as a result, the power overwhelmed my father, killing him in the process. And now, I must take over, to rule Andropol as its sole royal survivor. As the Princess of Andropol."

I regarded Diana. She had to be no older than sixteen. So she was just a kid. And she was forced all of this on her shoulders.

She lost her parents, and now she was forced to rule an entire nation all on her own. Sure she had the Alzheimer's Council, but the pressure was all on her.

"But that's even more reason for me to help you out. You're overworked. If you don't-"

"Dainsleif." Diana cut me off.

"The reason I am telling you all this, is because I want you to understand that this monster that is currently ravaging my kingdom, is a Kaiju. Surely now you know who this is."

My voice trailed away.

"King Eustace..."

Diana nodded.

"My father is rampaging our kingdom. This is not your fight. As the princess of Andropol, he is my responsibility to take down. This is our kingdom. And he is my father. I will deal with this using my strength. I understand you most likely have more than enough to deal with this threat."

My usual goofy expression faded away.

"And if this overloads you and you become a Kaiju?"

Diana smiled sadly.

"Then this will be the end of Andropol's Avarice bloodline. They will seek another family line to inherit the throne. And you will be the one to kill me."

"That won't happen."

"But should the task be too much for me, I am prepared to give my life for my nation."

Diana led me back to my quarters.

"I am needed in the war room. Rest well and enjoy my hospitality, Dainsleif. By the time my father is properly laid to rest, I will show you the rest of Andropol."

I walked in on Sigurd trying to curl her hair with a curling iron.

"BAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Sigurd yelped, jumping.

"Kya! What- Dainsleif, you-"

"Oh my god! An android trying to curl her hair. That's hilarious. What, saw Princess Diana and tried to mimic her hairstyle or something?"

"Dainsleif... you... Assault Mode activated."

Sigurd's eyes turned red.

"Wait wait wait!"

I held up my hands, trying to run away, but Sigurd bolted faster than I could react, and pinned me to the ground, summoning two blades from her forearms.

"Eliminate. Eliminate. Eliminate."

"You're pretty enough! You're super pretty, okay! I was just joking!"

"Perhaps I should reconsider..."

"That's better. Good girl."

"...and chop off your genitalia instead of your head."

"Ah! Sigurd! Don't! I'm begging you not that! Anything but that!"

Erm...

A ghostly voice appeared in my head as Sigurd and I stopped wrestling.

Sir Dainsleif and Lady Sigurd... is now perhaps a bad time for our report? Jun's shadow was in the corner, fidgeting nervously.

Sigurd got off of me.

"Report."

The shadow bowed. It was probably pretending like it didn't see anything. I didn't know if Jun's shadows were different from the other shadows of the Inners. But I know for a fact that they've been through some much weirder shit than any of the other shadows.

If rumour got out I was copulating with an X rated android woman, my reputation would be finished. There was no going back from this.

One could say that this was all a huge misunderstanding. Which it was. Obviously. I clowned on Sigurd for trying to look pretty, and she ended up trying to kill me with Assault Mode (which is a mode that is reserved for taking down Dogma Holders, by the way). But the way she had climbed on top of me, her legs spread out and everything, and judging from the way the shadow had just shown up at the worst possible timing, there was no explaining my way out of this.

And I knew for a fact that Jun was definitely going to go public with this information.

That little bastard.

"Did you get all that, Dainsleif?" Sigurd asked.

"Wh- What? Sorry I was zoning out."

"You are as competent as a Contingency Initiative Operative."

"You didn't have to do me dirty with that roast."

"The shadows have just reported on the state of the Kaiju that is decimating Andropol right now. I believe this information should be particularly important to you."

"What's going on?"

The shadow regarded me.

This Kaiju gained conception in an unorthodox way.

"How so?"

Sigurd crossed her arms. her expression that was normal deadpan was grim.

"Shadow. I will ask you keep this information confidential for now."

As you wish, Lady Sigurd.

"What's going on?"

"The shadows have kept an eye on the tower you recaptured ever since you returned to the kingdom. And since then, they never let loose their surveillance. When the Kaiju was formed, it possessed the soul of Nyx and royal blood, most likely King Eustace Avarice, the father of Princess Diana Eustansia Avarice."

"I know that."

"But something like this is impossible. The King of Andropol had long since passed since becoming the host of Andropol."

"Wait, how do you know this?"

"I was listening to your entire conversation with the Princess."

I shot to my feet.

"What the hell man? Ever heard of privacy?!"

"It is standard procedure for an infiltration unit to have constantly audio surveillance of their subordinates."

"Wait." I stopped, staring at Sigurd.

"What's wrong?" Sigurd tilted her head.

"How long have you been listening in on me."

"Every time I accompanied you in missions."

"So... every night... whenever I rustled in my bed... you... you..." My face turned bright red. My ears felt like they were melting from the embarrassment.

Sigurd smiled.

"There is nothing to worry about, Dainsleif. You are a human boy. Your hormonal urges are understandable."

"Hey hey hey! That's not the problem here! You mean to tell me you've been listening in on me every time I whipped one out?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Consider it payback, every time you made jest of my cosmetic sessions."

Dammit. I couldn't win against her!

No matter how much intelligence I had, there was no winning a debate against a robot!

I sighed.

"Alright. Whatever. Let's get back on topic. You mentioned that the King died, right? So how was he able to become a Kaiju again and host Nyx?"

"That is just the case. It is theoretically impossible, the conditions of Nyx's incarnation is through a strong host of bountiful wealth and fortune. This isn't the case. Meaning an external party was involved."

"A healthy... no way."

Someone who could bring a man back from the dead, almost to the point where it would be considered alive and healthy and well.

When King Eustace had hosted Nyx the first time, he wasn't particularly all into it. He wasn't gung ho of being a god vessel. Meaning it was just enough.

So to have someone be raised from the dead, just good enough...

My mind flashed to him.

Lady Hakah's Outer Shadow who had made a big name for himself. The most public of the Outer Shadows.

Yuyan Zheng.

Transplant.

"That Shakujin. Marcela Greene, she committed another taboo?"

"Yes." Sigurd put a hand to her chin.

"But even for a Shakujin, reanimation of the dead is considered a crime beyond that of the Dogma. So to be forced to perform another taboo, twice in a row, this revival was not voluntary. She must have been controlled."

"So an Outer Shadow had captured her."

"I am convinced that is the case. Meaning an Inner Shadow is currently interfering with our assignment."

I clenched my fist.

"Is it Lady Hakah?"

Dammit.

There were many people in this world who I could defeat.

My whole schtick was taking down and defeating gods.

But even I had limits. Some beings were just too powerful.

An example of that is Master Jun and the Inner Shadows. The most powerful beings in the world, and beyond that, was Lord Ginga. And even beyond that...

The Great Akuma.

But even among the Inner Shadows... there were exceptions, those who stood at the best of the best.

And Hakah Mah was an example of the apex of strong.

The Level 1 Dogma Holder of Susanoo, the God of Storms, who possessed the power to overwhelm a Stage Five Dogma Holder as Stage Four.

That spoke volumes as to how powerful she was.

Hakah was the strongest Inner Shadow. She was so strong, that all the Inner Shadows feared and respected her.

Even Master Jun.

Although that could just be because he has a massive crush on her.

If Hakah was involved with this assignment, that was it.

There's nothing we could do.

We had to call it quits.

"We have insufficient evidence to conclude that Inner Shadow Hakah is involved."

"Even if it is the slightest chance, we can't risk having an Inner Shadow war. We don't stand a chance against Hakah. We'll investigate and intervene, but if I so much as see that voluptuous bombshell I'm hightailing it. Good fucking luck, Andropol."

"Very well, Dainsleif. It will be done."

I lay in bed, as Sigurd sat on the chair, her hands on her lap and eyeing the windows.

Was this super creepy? Absolutely.

But at this point, I was used to it. I had known Sigurd for years and put up with her weird shit. This was just her way of watching over me in case of an ambush. I was human at the end of the day and I needed sleep.

"Goodnight, Dainsleif." Sigurd said, gently, as I closed my eyes.

Outer Shadows

It was one of those dreams.

I had my feet up against the stool, tended by numerous blonde ladies around me.

Hell yes.

This is the life.

"Is there anything you need, Master Aaron?" A lady purred in my ear.

"I do." I said.

"I want to join too! Let me join!"

"No me! Me too!"

"Stop this! You're bothering Master Aaron!"

They loved me. They were fighting over me.

This was bliss.

Suddenly, one of the ladies looked at me.

"Heh. You're gonna have to wait your turn, miss." I said, cockily.

"Aaron. I need to talk to you."

"Well, after I'm finished, I'll see if I still some in the tank for you."

"AARON!" The woman snapped, her voice suddenly different.

"What the- Master Jun?!" I yelped, as my harem dissolved, until I was standing in the throneroom of Inner Shadow Jun Gasket.

"The hell was that dream, man?" Jun said, crossing his arms, sitting in his throne room.

"Hey. Don't question a man's tastes. What is it?" I asked.

"How's the mission going?"

"Okay."

"Okay, as in the fact that it's being interfered by another Inner Shadow?"

I choked.

"Wha-"

"Dude. Level 1 Hachi. Hello?"

Shit, how could I have been so stupid! Of course Jun would know what's going on. The dude had the God of Archery for a Dogma.

"Look, Jun. I... I have reason to believe this mission has been interfered by Inner Shadow Hakah Mah. If that's the case, I gotta pull back. She's too much of a threat."

Jun gritted his teeth.

"Dammit. And this whole mission concerned her too."

"Wait, what?"

Jun looked at me.

"Yeah. I needed the Princess of Andropol. Because she has information on the Mah Bloodline. Hachi can only let me see so much. It's the God of Archery and War. Not the God of Sight."

"Wait, so it wasn't for... any other reason?"

Jun raised an eyebrow, as his face turned red.

"What?! What do you take me as?!"

"You literally was like... I must satisfy my urges. Bring me the princess of Andropol. I don't care how." I started dancing in the dreamscape, my voice low and mimicking Master Jun's.

"I do not sound like that! Have some faith in me, Aaron! Jeez! Even I know to do my job."