《The OP Adventures of Joe》 Prologue: Self-Reflection and Foreshadowing My name is Joseph Ashton, I live in Brunveld, a small town five hundred kilometers south of who the fuck knows where, Canada. Geography was never my strong suit, neither was caring about my surroundings. So there I was, at 1:55am working at the local branch of the famous fast food restaurant chain called Ronalds. There were 2 people in the store who had ordered in the past ten minutes and were still eating and all hell was soon to break loose, amongst other things, not like I knew that. The artificial lights kept the pitch black of the night at bay, and with nothing but an interstate within a 2km radius of the store it was definitely an eerie place. On top of that, why are these fucks coming in one after another so damn late?! He was getting irritated at the sudden surge of customers, and with only 3 employees in the building they were all soon hard at work. The hard work of standing behind a counter that is. Alas it was not so for the two ladies in the back, his co-workers on tonight¡¯s shift Rachel (A bitchy young adult) and Anna (A more reserved and slightly more attractive young adult). The two were friends and had decided to work here together in their last year of high school. I was calmly reflecting and mentally talking to myself as if I had an audience. My mother was named Rosalina, who died along with my father Pavlo when I was much younger in a horrible car crash. Thus I was moved from Toronto where I was born to Brunveld. Everything about this town seemed odd and distant, like I wasn¡¯t really a part of it. But I had the sneaking suspicion that I would feel this way no matter where I was. I had been raised by my aunt Nancy, and quickly discovered my love of anime, manga and light novels at the tender age of 7. Nancy didn¡¯t give a fuck what I did, so I watched tons of Hentai and various other depraved stuff as a young child never really understanding how fucked up a lot of it was. I turned out fine though haha~. Indeed, seemingly unaffected by the copious amounts of porn and reincarnation stories he grew up as ¡®the quiet kid¡¯ with a neutral moral compass and average just about anything. From school to looks, all the way until he was 18 he could be considered the pinnacle of average. He was more inspiring than a superhero, because if you below average it was easy to imagine yourself in Joe¡¯s shoes and picture yourself being there one day. Whereas if you were above him you could look down and say, ¡®Ha! At least I¡¯m not that average!¡¯ or some such. Basically his existence never bothered anyone, and he never felt like bothering anyone either. It even managed to help him gain a few girlfriends in the later years of high school. Maybe not the top notch fapping material of the school, but his women definitely weren¡¯t that bad. A perfectly average guy can attract hotter fish after all, if they subconsciously didn¡¯t want to deal with the pressure of dating someone who was more than or as attractive as themselves. I don¡¯t really remember my shitty middle school, but Greenwood High was fucking sweet! He was getting a little turned on thinking of all the things him and his girlfriends used to do. After all, it¡¯s been 3 years since I graduated and I haven¡¯t gotten any since! The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. After graduating from Greenwood with satisfied wood, he never met another girl that seemed interested in him and he unluckily graduated while single. Choosing not to go University and instead becoming a proud otaku, he spent the majority of his first year off doing nothing except reading tons of light novels and manga, watching anime, porn and eating. Managing to become a foodie in the process. Most of the time in that order too.. Hahh~ good times. His inheritance was fairly large and there was also the life insurance which paid out a quarter million for each parent, so his financial state was great. Probably why I overindulged so much after graduating. However his now unsatisfied wood managed to convince him for the following year and a half to also pick up body and weight training. With so much free time his looks got a huge upgrade as his musculature complimented his plain face and features extremely well, though he was little pale. With his short brown hair and Canadian height of 6¡±2¡¯ most girls would label him as ¡®hot¡¯ nowadays. The clock was creeping towards the soon to be world famous event that would drastically change his life and there had been a steady influx of customers over the past few minutes. He had gotten this job at Ronalds 6 months ago, as his insurance from his parents¡¯ untimely demise had been getting drained steadily as he lived like a king. He also knew the importance of savings/building character through work and all that nonsense. While irritating, he could certainly handle it, so he placed 400 thousand in a savings account with a nice interest rate because he was considered one of the banks lower tier VIP''s. His auto-pilot skills were second to none, honed in the forge of his room from hours and hours of continuous reading. Ask me if I even remember making half the meals I made while thinking about what would be next for the dumbass MC. He most likely had already achieved some kind of enlightenment. It was then that a guy casually opened the door to the restaurant, while taking some not so casual glances around. He was wearing all black, which I thought was an odd choice in the middle of the night. It kinda screamed ¡®Burglar!¡¯ Not to mention the look of surprise in his eyes as he spotted the numerous customers. He got in line though and began waiting his turn to speak with me behind 3 other customers. I got a feeling it¡¯s gonna be a looong night. Chapter 1: The Famous Ronalds Incident Look at this sketchy guy, I thought to myself as I indifferently watched a tall fair skinned man with nothing particularly suspicious about him besides his all black clothing that looked like he just bought, the strong resolve in his eyes and, I don¡¯t know- my intuition told me he wanted to rob me. Okay I guess there was quite a bit suspicious about him, but regardless of whether or not he was about to rob me I still just had to ask, ¡°Welcome to Ronalds, can I take your order?¡±(Joseph Ashton AKA me) The restaurant was fairly crowded, and the guy had patiently waited his turn in line while I took the orders of customers ahead of him. I was the only one manning the front desk, while my co-workers Anna and Rachel were slaving away in the kitchen. Though there were an odd number of people in the fast food restaurant, it was actually 2am. It seemed to happen occasionally where people start coming in one by one at a steady rate like it was all planned. Most likely they were watching some late night TV and got baited by an ad or something. I was bored out of my mind working the night shift, and when these owls suddenly flock in we obviously get overwhelmed with so few of us in the store until they fuck off. Just when I was reflecting on these annoying bastards, my intuition seemed to be correct as the guy pulled out a small snub nose revolver and pointed it in my direction. ¡°Give me all the money in the registers.¡±(Sketchy guy trying to sound professional) The sketchy dude said in a low voice. Maybe he wasn¡¯t expecting there to be so many people in here, but he just decided to say fuck it and go for it? I showed no real reaction to the gun, which surprised him and myself as well. I¡¯d never been in a life and death scenario before, so it wasn¡¯t like I was used to it. But for some reason I couldn¡¯t muster any shits to give to this guy¡¯s little gun at that moment. Shit I need to say something cool, I feel like a badass, and probably look like one too! I quickly wracked my brains and calmly said an awkward silence, ¡°And would you like to make that a meal today, sir?¡±(Joseph) Not as cool as I thought, but the delivery of the line went super well! By this point the other customers had noticed the guy pointing a gun at me, and a few started screaming while one insanely hot woman had enough sense to start calling the cops. Why the fuck is this guy robbing a fucking Ronalds anyway? Maybe sensing my thoughts, the face of the man in front of me contorted in anger, and the resolve in his eyes seemed to grow stronger. ¡°YOU THINK IM FUCKING AROUND?!¡±(Loud annoying and sketchy guy) He might as well have roared the words out they were so damn loud. Not what I was expecting after that quiet introduction, I thought for sure he was a soft spoken pus- My mental insult was rudely interrupted as he squeezed the trigger on the revolver, opening a hole in my shoulder and promptly splattering my blood and a bit of gore all over miscellaneous drink making machines, and some stale pocket pies. Huh? That didn¡¯t hurt nearly as much as I thought getting shot would- no, it¡¯s definitely not normal- people usually cry out in agony when they get shot right? And yet I didn¡¯t feel a much more than a tingling sensation, and some regret for the delicious pies I had planned on eating once these customers finally fucked off. I tossed the pies a glance, No way am I eating those now. Of the two pies, the one closest to me was drenched in blood on its similarly drenched in blood shelf, and the other was no worse for wear- it even had a chunk of my shoulder resting beside it. My apple pie mourning session had only taken a single moment, and at that same moment all hell broke loose around us. Anna and Rachel finally noticed what was going on at the front as they had managed to ignore the screams with the music blasting through their ear-buds but obviously couldn¡¯t shrug off the sound of the .38 revolver round¡¯s obnoxiously loud entrance into my shoulder. I felt a pinprick like I had just gotten a needle that I wasn¡¯t expecting- it was over with quickly. My two female co-workers promptly turned their fairly attractive asses around and ran for the employee entrance, screaming. Also screaming even louder than before were the customers in the restaurant, who also started running for their lives. All except for one- the bombshell from before who had been on the phone with the police was looking at me curiously. I would look at the guy who took that shot to the shoulder like a champ with no more reaction than a blink like too. The man was staring at me incredulously as a few seconds had passed since he shot me, and something had changed in his eyes. His resolve was replaced with a deep regret, and I stared back at him with the same look of incredulousness for a completely different reason. What a pussy. Was my first reason, but on top of that, when the hell did I get so good at reading people¡¯s expressions?! This guy is like an open book and he¡¯s certainly not like a childhood fucking friend I¡¯ve spent thousands of hours with. Clearly the reality of the situation hadn¡¯t really set in for me yet, but my shits to give bucket was nonetheless still empty, and so I didn¡¯t know what to tell the guy. At that moment the tingling in my shoulder was replaced by a comforting warmth, and I felt like I was the king of the motherfucking world. My body felt great, my eyes felt sharper, and my surroundings were revealed to me in a new vivid detail, even shit I couldn¡¯t possibly ¡®see¡¯. Rather, I could ¡®sense¡¯ it all, most customers running to the parking lot to get in their cars while others just ran down the empty streets. Rachel and Anna were huddled near the giant waste bin and were talking into a phone, nice of them to call the police for me I thought. I could feel the darkness of the night and dim luminosity of the moon far above the artificial lights, which were drenching nearly every inch of asphalt around the building with their pale glows. My thought processes had seemingly become much more efficient since the first moment I laid eyes on that sketchy guy, because I could tell it had still only been at most 5 seconds since I had been shot. I could also tell for some reason that my shoulder was no longer injured, like it had never happened. I forced myself to stop probing my surroundings in the huge 1km radius, mostly because there was nothing interesting besides a few cars on the nearby interstate. But mostly because of the look on the guys face had gone from incredulity to amazement and shock, and I was loving every millisecond of it. I need a cool follow up!! ¡°While I know not a lot of people say yes to that question I still have to ask, ya know? Aside from that, would you like to add pies to your order? Its 2 for 2 dollars but I¡¯m sure you could get some kind of discount.¡±(Joseph) YES!! Got em, I think? Shit I don¡¯t know. My fears of looking uncool were quickly dispersed as the amazement on the guys face was quickly turned into fear, and as he started firing more rounds into my chest he started stammering ¡°M-M-Monster!¡±(Sketchy guy) His shriek was barely audible over the numerous reports of his revolver, but my hearing was as badass as all my other new senses and I could easily make it out within the commotion. ¡°Agh!! Fuck off with that already!¡±(Joseph) I couldn¡¯t stop the words coming out of my mouth as the shots to the heart, lungs, rib-cage and other vital organs hurt a bit more than the initial one to my shoulder. Though still not as bad as being shot is supposed to feel like I¡¯m pretty sure. Indeed it hurt a bit more, something akin to being stabbed by a toothpick, but I was a shut-in and not to mention a fairly large pussy before all this late night nonsense. On the outside I probably seemed indifferent to most things, but it was because of all the manga and light novels I was in the process of reading that wouldn¡¯t get off my mind. As my rapid fire thoughts were going unnoticed, the bastard finally ran out ammo. A total of 4 rounds had penetrated all across my torso, one near my heart through my tag which had previously announced my favorite beverage but was now illegible. As for the others, two to the right side of my body near my lung and one where I assumed my liver to be. His spread was pretty bad, but to his credit he had shot them all pretty quickly. Why the fuck didn¡¯t he shoot me in the head? Unbeknownst to me at the time, the guy had never shot a gun before in his life, and he was on a ¡®morally justifiable¡¯ mission to get money for his daughter and blah-blah-blah that I didn¡¯t give a shit about but found out later regardless. The woman who had watched the whole exchange with a mixture of fear and curiosity, with her curiosity somehow managing to keep her from running, finally spoke up. ¡°The police are on their way, so unless you have some more effective bullets I¡¯d suggest getting out of here¡±(Odd woman helping the burglar for some reason) While she talked a familiar warmth enveloped the shot up parts of my body and in no time at all my wounds once again faded. That doesn¡¯t mean that my surroundings were spared though, holy hell! It looks like a war zone behind this counter! Indeed, every shot had sprayed a large number of chunks and blood had sprayed out of him like a hose, covering the walls and equipment behind me in a thick coat of my life force. He failed to notice the state of his clothes though, as his wounds were all bleeding profusely before they closed up. From below his neck that only had spatters, his clothes were dyed a dark red. The chunks of my various organs were also on display on some of the metallic shelves, which I couldn¡¯t help but chuckle at while only feeling a little bit disturbed. And it¡¯s convenient I don¡¯t have to turn around to ¡®see¡¯ the shit behind me now! The woman probably thought I was laughing at her statement, and the guy with all black clothes covered in my blood swiftly followed her advice and bolted for the exit. I could hear a cacophony of various sirens for a while now, but they were getting annoyingly loud and weren¡¯t even within a kilometer of the building yet. Rachel and Anna were hugging each other in fear in the enclosed area with the dumpster, I listened in to their conversation inadvertently. ¡°Do you think Joe is alright? He fired like a warning shot or something didn¡¯t he? Why-¡° (Anna) ¡°Shh! He¡¯s probably dead, you heard all those shots right? If YOU don¡¯t want to be next then shut the fuck up and let¡¯s wait quietly until the police get here and arrest this crazy asshole.¡± (Rachel) Her words instantly confirmed Anna¡¯s fear in her heart, and she couldn¡¯t help but start crying softly, muffling her sobs with her hand. She had liked Joe, though she had never told him. Despite the fact he stole lewd glances at all the attractive female employees and never talked much. She felt a strange attraction to him, and she could tell he wasn¡¯t a bad person. Once the man had fled the building, the woman spoke up again. ¡°What are you?¡±(Too curious for her own good woman) I contemplated my answer. She¡¯s right, what the fuck am I? If not for the holes in my clothes and blood all over me and my immediate surroundings, you¡¯d never guess I¡¯d just taken five .38 rounds to the chest. I found the perfect answer. ¡°A Ronalds¡¯ employee, I guess? My name¡¯s Joe¡± (Joe on a cheese streak) I pointed to the mangled name tag that had managed to stay attached. He could tell she was dissatisfied with the answer, but what was she expecting? I¡¯m a vampire, or some bullshit? ¡°My name is Elise, I take it you eat bullets for breakfast or something?¡± (Curious chick AKA Elise) At this point the sirens were making it hard not to want to rip off my ears, but I was slowly figuring out how to toon them out. Adjustable super-hearing check. ¡°Nope~, to be honest, I have no clue what the fuck just happened. Hahaha~¡±(Joe) I finally decided to stop acting like the terminator in a Ronalds¡¯ suit and state my opinion, which seemed to relieve most of the fear that was still lingering in her eyes. It was quickly replaced by something he recognized as lust, or something? I finally took the time to check her out. She was a 5¡±9¡¯ platinum blonde with a double D chest, mostly flawless skin (My eyes were too good for my own good), bright red lips, smoky eyes and all around insanely attractive! How the hell did I not notice how fine this woman was?! Or maybe it wasn¡¯t that I hadn¡¯t noticed but I was rather preoccupied with pies and- ¡°We should go tell my co-workers that it¡¯s all clear.¡±(Joe) It was at that point I remembered the whispered conversation of my two cute and terrified minimum wage brethren. He could sense them near the bin and it didn¡¯t take long to walk over with the beautiful blonde in tow, who was checking me out from behind. I know she thinks I can¡¯t notice what she¡¯s doing, but damn! Could she be more obvious?! I trained my body fairly well at home every day, so my firm cheeks probably looked pretty good in the uniform, was my self-conceited conclusion. In reality, the woman had just gone through a life and death scenario, and the apparent ¡®hero¡¯ of the ordeal happened to be in her strike zone. She was actually a 23 year old virgin otaku, who despite going to Ronalds¡¯ occasionally, didn¡¯t go out much. In fact she was a lot like Joseph, in more ways than one. ¡°Rachel, Anna, that guy is gone, you can come out now¡±(Joe) He sensed Anna perk up instantly, while Rachel quietly clicked her tongue. Bitch. Anna opened the small entrance to the enclosed waste disposal area and ran over jumping into my arms, while Rachel calmly made her way over. I caught her in my arms as she buried her face in my fairly muscular chest while she sobbed. Naturally I couldn¡¯t help but gently stroke her head and whispering some comforting words. At least I¡¯m trying to be comforting, holy hell! This is my first ¡®intimate¡¯ contact with a woman in years! The waste enclosure was entombed by the asphalt prison of parking spaces and surrounded on all four corners by tall lamp posts. Elise looked disappointed, as she thought to herself ¡®Damn, he already has a girlfriend¡¯. Reading her thoughts through her face I had the urge to tell her it¡¯s not what it looks like, but that would probably be the wrong thing to say here right? Finally Anna managed to say, ¡°I¡¯m so glad you¡¯re alright... I never.. Had the courage to say this but, I¡¯ve liked you for a while now, Joe!¡± Jesus, what a dramatic confession! Made between sobs and right after an armed robbery! Rachel had a look of carefully hidden disdain that wasn¡¯t hard for me to pick up on, and Elise looked relieved. She obviously thinks she won¡¯t lose to this young, decently attractive Ronalds employee. Pretty sure Anna told me she was 18 though right¡­ Putting aside that train of thought for now, she was a couple inches shorter to my 6¡±2¡¯ buried in my chest still looking up at me, with pale dyed blue hair with subtle blonde highlights that somehow suited her. She had a fairly rounded face with a small nose and otherwise plain features. The light of the lamp posts was reflected by her clear and innocent looking blue eyes, giving her a few more points of attractiveness. Her C cup breasts were pressed up against me, while I had to restrain my hands from exploring her thin waist and tight ass. But¡­ Compared to the lusting beauty behind me I couldn¡¯t help but be left wanting. Rachel was a bitch, so I¡¯m not going to bother describing her. On another note, what the fuck am I supposed to say here?! Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. Without skipping a beat using my upgraded brain to do all the shit I just did and thought about I instanstly responded, ¡°I¡¯m glad your safe too Anna.¡± Perfect non-committal answer, maybe it¡¯ll even get me a few points with blondie. Judging by Elise¡¯s expression my hypothesis was correct, as her lusty gaze burned brighter. Rachel didn¡¯t say a thing, and it was at this moment when 3 roaring Crown Vic¡¯s and one of the newer charger police squad cars came and interrupted our parking lot drama, saving my ass. Praise the sun! Anna was obviously not happy with that answer. The perimeter of the lot was lined with lamp posts and with the combined flashing red and blue lights you could barely tell it was 2:04am. It¡¯s only been four fucking minutes! That¡¯s one hell of a response time! If he had ever payed attention to his surroundings he¡¯d know that the police HQ was actually only a short distance up the highway he had been probing earlier. The squad cars promptly surrounded the 4 of them leaving 10 meters from myself to the nearest car. They all quickly got out, but only 2 of the officers approached them from the same car. One of them was in his late 50¡¯s with a few grey hairs, many more wrinkles on his forehead and a disappointingly shaved face. Old cops definitely need facial hair I reaffirmed myself. The other was a young looking guy in his mid 20¡¯s, likely a noobie or something. The older one spoke first ¡°We received two calls about an armed robbery,¡± His gaze only broke from examining me to glance over the other 3 for a moment and then ¡°what happened to you? And where did he go?¡±(Mustache-less cop) How am I going to explain he shot me a few times and ran off? Oh wait- ¡°He shot me a few times and ran off.¡±(Victim) I pointed where he ran, down the street away from the interstate, towards the town. Though it was a few kilometers to the nearest building which was a gas station, the residential area started in force pretty soon after that. The old guy quickly dispatched the other cars through his radio, and as they tore through the parking lot, sirens blazing once again it was now just us the 6 of us. Though it wouldn¡¯t be just them for long, as I could hear an ambulance coming speeding their way. Though the others definitely can¡¯t hear it yet. How OP am I? I could tell that soon enough my indifferent armor was going to start peeling off, with all this crazy shit going on. ¡°Were any of you witness to what happened? You don¡¯t seem to be in a lot of pain for a guy that ¡®got shot a few times¡¯¡±(Young cop) Though it wasn¡¯t as if he could completely blow off my claims, because my uniform had caked blood all over it and 5 scattered holes across my chest and corresponding holes on my back. ¡°I saw it all, it is as he said.¡± (Curious Elise) ¡°Do you need medical assistance then?¡±(Old cop) Shit, do I? It¡¯s not like I can exactly say ¡®no¡¯ right? Plus I won¡¯t have to deal with any police crap for a while. The ambulance would be here in less than a minute and everyone could now hear its approach. ¡°Yeah, I think I do.¡±(Nonchalant Joe) This sentence caused Elise and Anna to make concerned faces, though the lust in Elise¡¯s hadn¡¯t died down, while Rachel seemingly didn¡¯t give a shit. The ambulance made its timely arrival after a few introductions and a brief recollection of what happened between me and Elise, while Rachel and Anna mentioned the initial shot and their prompt escape. More squad cars had also arrived to keep the curious onlookers from nearby neighbourhoods at bay. Some arrived in their pajamas, probably getting awoken by the gunfire and being unable to resist the urge to see something interesting in their urban lives. The old cop was a sheriff unoriginally named Bob Fredol, while the younger greenhorn partner as I had accurately guessed, was named Nick Patterson. They were lively individuals, though it may have just been because something exciting had happened for the first time in a long while in this relatively small town. The paramedics immediately rushed towards me as I obviously looked pretty injured, what with my holey blood suit and all. They were a bit confused after examining my nonexistent wounds once they shoved me into the ambulance, but decided not to take any chances are were going to bring me to the hospital. It was at this moment when the yearning gaze of a certain curious babe reached its breaking point and she couldn¡¯t help but ask, ¡°Do you want me to ride in the ambulance with you? That must have obviously been very traumatic.¡± (Elise) Hell yes! However the paramedics looked less willing so I immediately added, ¡°Yeah it was, I¡¯d gladly accept your offer.¡±(Sneaky Joe) It¡¯s not like the paramedics would say anything after that, and didn¡¯t even bother asking if she was a relative or anything before she climbed into the back of the medic van after me. I hope she wants to fuck in the hospital or something kinky like that. Of course it had been years since the last time he had sex so he was obviously excited and using massive amounts of willpower he stopped himself from getting an erection. Her seductive posture on the bench next to him, combined with her amazing scent certainly didn¡¯t help. It was something akin to standing in a vast overpowering field of vanilla. However I wasn¡¯t allowed to bask in the field for long, as the paramedic who wasn¡¯t driving asked me to lay on the table in the middle and remove my clothes. I tried my best to take them off in a cool and smooth manner, but who knows if I succeeded? It¡¯s probably not even necessary at this point, look at the thirst in those eyes! Had the paramedic been a woman or perhaps if he was a bit less dense he would have noticed the obvious sexual tension between his passengers, but (thankfully?) he didn¡¯t. Elise didn¡¯t even seem to be fazed by the blood soaking his chest, and was probably more interested in the muscle that rippled beneath it. Without his clothes on to indicate where the holes had been, there was no obvious indication of where to look either. The baffled paramedic wiped him down as he was lying on the table and was dumbfounded to see that there were no marks anywhere on my body, not even a scar. I definitely had a few acne scars, not to mention a few actual scars on my shins from a bike accident when I was younger. Thus even he was a bit confused at the lack of skin damage, anywhere on his body. I was naked on the table, much to the excitement of Elise, who could probably barely contain herself judging by her facial expressions. She¡¯s already wet! Indeed, with his new senses he perceived the liquid that was slowly soaking into her panties beneath her skirt. Knowing she was wet for him, he couldn¡¯t maintain his self-control and as his willpower collapsed he immediately got a raging boner. He had by no means been dissatisfied with his dick before, at a proud 7 inches erect. But after that ¡®awakening¡¯ of his weird powers it seems his penis grew along with his confidence. Thus the ambulance ride continued: Joe laying naked on the table with a raging 9 bull proudly dominating the space, Elise¡¯s ¡®moisture¡¯ levels increasing with flushed cheeks while unabashedly gazing at his proud dong and various parts of his body, and the silent paramedic that was playing on his smart phone. His boner lasted all the way into the ambulance entrance at the hospital, before dying down as they prepared to exit (to Elise¡¯s disappointment). The paramedic gave him a patients plain dot patterned robe before they got out of the van. Why wouldn¡¯t he give this to me right after doing those tests on my heart rate and shit? Questioning the paramedics¡¯ sexuality, he casually stepped out of the van into the swarm of doctors who had been given reports of the gunfire that were ready for potential wounded. I can¡¯t do it yet, but as soon as I get home I¡¯m testing the limit of my new power! I feel like a fucking huge pig amongst runty guinea pigs! So far he had only tasted his new regen and OP senses, but he honestly felt like he could do just about anything if given some time alone to figure it out. Elise wasn¡¯t allowed to come into the room while they confirmed his vital organs with various scans, but she waited impatiently in an uncomfortable chair for him anyways. Hell yeah, she¡¯s totally thinking the same thing about a hospital sex scene! He was told he didn¡¯t have any complications they could detect, but he was still going to be kept overnight just in case. After they brought him to his room and left him alone, Elise immediately entered with red cheeks, looking a bit nervous. Is that even allowed? Like, I¡¯m pretty sure it isn¡¯t visiting hours or anything¡­ She didn¡¯t say anything as she walked over seductively, and it was then that he sincerely wished she was wearing a slutty nurse outfit. Still making her way over, her clothes responded to his will, revealing a skin tight nurse outfit that could barely contain her double D¡¯s. The outfit was a white, one piece dress that went from half way down her breasts to a quarter way down her thighs, revealing her smooth flawless legs. Her old jeans and tank top seemingly vanished and he couldn¡¯t be happier with the upgrade. She also had a cute little nurse hat with a + on it, pretty sure there are no nurses that aren¡¯t porn stars with that kind of hat nowadays though¡­ Who am I to question this blessing?! She was obviously intensely confused and thrown off for a moment by the sudden change of clothes, but after I sent her a wink she quickly got over it and continued her sexy walk to his bedside, bringing with it her incredible scent. She unhesitatingly crawled on top of him on the cot sized hospital bed. She could obviously see his raging boner which lifted up quite a bit of his robe, and there was only one place this was going so there wasn¡¯t much need for pleasantries. As soon as she was properly straddling him properly with his cock rubbing against half her stomach, she suddenly leaned down and whispered in his ear ¡°It¡¯s my first time, so be gentle~¡± After that she pulled back her face a bit and I immediately closed in on her lips. It wasn¡¯t long before we were passionately tongue wrestling, and I used my superior senses to accurately kiss and rub her lower lips with my dick. As I started sliding it up and down across her clit, her face fell into the pillow beside mine, right beside my ear. ¡°Ah~, unnn~¡­Ah!~¡±(Who knows?) No man could keep his sanity listening to this beauty straddle them while moaning in their ear, but I somehow managed to avoid abruptly thrusting into her. Needless to say, a slutty nurse has no need for panties and the ones she was wearing had simply disappeared. As the dimly glowing moon perfectly illuminated our bed in the otherwise dark room, I slowly began to insert the tip into her smooth and completely hairless vagina. Her incessant moaning was making being gentle incredibly difficult, yet he knew if he didn¡¯t take it slow and steady she wouldn¡¯t enjoy it. With his new powers, he accurately judged the perfect amount of force he should use to break her hymen and plunder the depths of that amazing pussy. As soon as he was through ¡°EEEee! Ahh~Ahhh~Ah!~¡± She was obviously in pain and since he didn¡¯t have the time nor patience to wait for her to get over it he used his newfound powers once more to will her to only experience pleasure. ¡°Kuh! So tight!¡± His dick was way too big for her tiny and inexperienced hole, and she was literally being ripped apart. Blood was leaking out of her along with two other milky fluids, there¡¯s no way she¡¯s enjoying this! He wasn¡¯t sure if his power had actually worked, but he was starting to get the idea that if he wanted it to happen he could make it so. However despite his doubts... ¡°I-I¡¯m cumm~ingg~!¡± That was fast, probably my power¡¯s fault though, and no way in hell were done yet! It had only been the initial thrust but it was enough pain turned into pleasure to immediately incite an orgasm in the young virgin beauty. She collapsed onto his chest powerlessly, however this also thrusted the rest of whatever would fit of his dick inside her, causing her another wave of incredible pleasure and many micro-orgasms. As she spasmed on top of him she thought to herself ¡®I¡¯m pretty sure it¡¯s not supposed to feel like this for the first time!¡¯ Her moment of mental clarity was abruptly swept away as he began thrusting in and out of her, increasing his pace every 5 thrusts for what his mind was telling him was ¡®maximum efficiency¡¯. His power allowed him to cum freely, and every time she would orgasm he would as well. The bed was getting quickly soaked while the two of them alternated between passionately kissing and Elise laying powerless and moaning into one of his ears. And just like that the cycle of her incredibly sexy moans inciting new lust into him and thus inciting new lust into her continued uninterrupted as she rode him for four hours¡­ That was fucking awesome! Elise was laying next to him unconscious, the sun was just about to come up and he also fell asleep. They both missed the scene of the sunrise shining its golden rays into his plain hospital room, onto the walls and their bodies. Elise¡¯s disheveled hair glowed brightly and helped illuminate her mostly exposed body in a mixture of golden lights, as Joe hogged most of the sheets. Chapter 2: OP Remodelling Sadly, we didn¡¯t get to sleep for very long. A couple hours after me and the beauty fell asleep we were rudely woken up by a young nurse that had just started working at the hospital. She was 20 years old and nothing stood out in particular about her, especially not her chest, which was basically flat. The position we were discovered in was me being covered by sheets from my pecs down, with Elise¡¯s arm slung over my chest. The only part of Elise¡¯s body that was under the sheets was the leg on the side she laying on, which managed to slip into my fortress. Other than that she was completely nude, with her large breasts pressing into my right side facing towards the door. Illuminated by the sun, Elise looked like some sort of goddess with her glowing hair and perfect body. My right arm seemed to be what she used as a pillow, and the appendage hadn¡¯t even managed to fall asleep yet under the weight of her head¡­ ¡°KYAAAA!¡±(¡®Pure¡¯ nurse) *CRASH* and other miscellaneous noises were my alarm. As I groggily woke up after being so thoroughly exhausted of ¡®resources¡¯ I was disappointed to see that the crashing sound was my breakfast hitting the floor. After getting over the initial shock of our 18+ sleeping position it was immediately replaced by a new shock, which was the discovery of the outfit near my bed. Needless to say, it¡¯s much different from her ¡®real¡¯ nurse uniform and her mouth was agape at the fact we must have done some kind of nurse role play in this hospital room. The nurse had been excited to serve breakfast to the ¡®gunshot victim¡¯ as most other patients are admitted for a much more mundane reason. She had also overheard from a few of her gossiping co-workers that he was also quite good looking. Not that she would have done anything even if she had discovered him alone. For some reason she just wanted to see his bandaged form suffering from a gunshot wound and relying on her to feed him or something. Joe was quick to pick up on the range of emotions that flew through the nurses eyes. Shock, then more shock, confusion, and now¡­ disappointment? What the fuck? As he puzzled over what she may have been disappointed about, he couldn¡¯t help but feel like he didn¡¯t care regardless and immediately halted that train of thought. ¡°You¡­Who¡­Aren¡¯t you supposed to be injured?¡±(Savior complex nurse) She obviously had a lot of questions, but the most pressing in her mind was how he was supposedly shot 5 times in the chest from what they had seen of his clothes. Ah, she wanted to watch me in pain, or something? ¡°No, last night they said I was perfectly healthy. They asked me if I wanted to stay overnight just in case.¡± (Me) And my answer was an immediate ¡®Hell yes!¡¯ But I obviously didn¡¯t say that part out loud, because it¡¯s pretty clear why I had wanted to do so with such enthusiasm. Elise still hadn¡¯t regained consciousness, her body was incredibly worn out after having her first time for hours straight. On top of that, her vagina was stretched so badly in such a short amount of time that he was glad she wasn¡¯t awake. When she wakes up, she is going to hurt like a motherfucker. The state of their bed was terrible. It was covered in descending order with both their sperm, blood, and a decent amount of spit. Though that was mostly because of Elise drooling every time she orgasmed too hard. In fact, had they not been so exhausted when they finally went to bed there¡¯s no way either of them would have wanted to sleep on such a nasty and soggy mattress. The floor would have been an easy choice. ¡°Ahem~ Well you¡¯ve broken several of the rules, and if it was a tentative stay and you¡¯re feeling alright I¡¯d like to ask you to leave.¡±(Pissed nurse) I¡¯m glad she didn¡¯t say some shit like ¡®you have to pay for the bed¡¯ or something. Suddenly the mass of beautiful human warmth next to him started stirring, her immediate words were ¡°AHHHH! Holy hell!¡±(Elise in a surprising amount of pain) Not my problem. I casually got out of the bed, stark naked in front of the nurse who was still standing there, now blushing. What is this effect I¡¯m having on women lately? It is way more than something like ¡®I¡¯m attractive¡¯. These thoughts were brought about when her face began blushing more deeply, and a lustful glint appeared in her eye. Even though I¡¯m covered in liquids that she knows probably aren¡¯t mine¡­ Magnificently ignoring the nurse, he turned to face Elise who was now just groaning and mumbling unintelligibly to herself. ¡°I¡¯m gonna go home now, and luckily for you, you got injured in a hospital! So moral of the story is always look on the bright side.¡±(King Joseph) After delivering my impromptu speech, I threw on a new hospital robe and walked pass the nurse who was now tending to Elise, out into the sterile and bland hallway. Follow the exit signs! With my own advice I was soon out in front of the 5 story building, which was much wider than it was tall. Brunveld is a pretty small town, but this is the only hospital, so it¡¯s naturally fairly large. I had the sneaking suspicion that I didn¡¯t have to walk home, and quickly found a dark corner with no cameras where no one could see me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my room, it was fairly easy since I spent a lot of time in there. My desk covered with plates, my mini-fridge next to it, my glorious desktop in all its raging beauty and my rather luxurious chair. It would have been a simple imaging exercise even before my brain got the upgrade, so it was almost child¡¯s play to envision the space in my mind. Next is¡­ Wanting to be there, I guess? I had actually teleported into my room a few seconds ago, but I hadn¡¯t noticed yet because I was concentrating so hard. I even spent a bunch of extra effort of visualizing myself dispersing and rematerializing in my chair, like some kind of final form hikikomori. When I finally opened my eyes, and released all my senses from my concentration, I grinned like an idiot. Fuck yeah! Teleportation bitches! I was ecstatic and hopped out my chair with glee. As I explored my bachelor apartment it felt like I was seeing it for the first time. Many details that should not be seen were displayed to me in vivid detail, and huge quantity. There were various trash bins around the place filled with tissues, next to the couch, in the kitchen, more than a few in my room. I could see the individual pieces of each tissue which was¡­ Nope¡¯d! I mentally told the bins and all the disgusting decaying garbage that hadn¡¯t bothered me before, to swiftly fuck off. They naturally complied with a little bit of deletion and I was able to regain my bearings a bit. I walked over to the curtains covering the only huge window, though I could see in the relative darkness fairly well, and tossed them open to let in the sun. I¡¯ve never enjoyed being in the sun so much before¡­ Hmm¡­ Since I felt like an omnipotent being, with some thinking I transformed by old couch into a brand new leather version of itself. After that I turned my large flat screen TV into one that literally covered the whole wall it had previously been leaning on, mounted on to it with huge bolts through a metal frame behind it. Next I replaced all the carpeting throughout the apartment with a new, cleaner and softer version. With the living room done I moved over to the kitchen, which was separated from me by a half wall and archway to the side near the door. To the right of the archway down the hall a ways was the entrance to the bathroom, which sat across from the entrance to the laundry closet. Not a fancy apartment by any means, but for one guy with low standards living by himself it was certainly enough. For an all-powerful version on the same guy though¡­ Not so much. The kitchen sink was piled high with dishes in both basins, flanked by the fridge on its left and a convection stove on its right. Across the way where a spaced out guy usually makes all kinds of foods was a relatively clean fake marble counter. He replaced the fake marble with real marble, for the shits and giggles, and replacing all of the old and lame wood which made up the drawers with high quality oak versions. I¡¯m no architect, but that wood can support marble right? Eh fuck it. After upgrading all of his appliances and reorganizing the place, not to mention deleting the dishes from existence, it was looking pretty nice. He was modelling it after some fancy hotels he had been to on trips through the school. While reminiscing about the school trips with all the slutty girls who wanted his cash, he casually replaced every appliance and piece of furniture in his apartment with new and much more appealing versions. The looks on their faces after I was done with them and told them I don¡¯t have any access to that money until 18¡­ Awesome! Finally finished reminiscing (remodelling?) he could barely recognize his apartment. He may have gone a bit overboard in the bathroom, squeezing the toilet into the corner, upgrading his faucets and placing them near the door, then the coup de grace; replacing his shitty shower with a huge luxurious bath that was basically cast out of gold and could easily fit a dozen people. It even had a few shower heads flanking it on its 3 sides. When it had started crushing his floor he reinforced the entire structure of the apartment building (at least on my floor, fuck those loud cunts above me) to be able to support the weight. Not that my dumbass landowner will even realize what I did. They essentially never bothered me or came into my apartment, because they knew I had tons of money and they just took the rent directly out of my account. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! And now¡­ onto the fun part! What should I do with all this power?! I quickly started making a list of things to do: Travel the world, do miscellaneous good and evil deeds, create a secret identity for himself to become super famous as, see the sights¡­ Hmmm, fuck all that, I should just go and fly around or something and just do whatever tickles my fancy. This is gonna be so much fucking fun!! He was essentially free of familial ties, his parents were dead with seemingly no relative other than his aunt, who never really gave too many shits about him anyways so he didn¡¯t mind disappearing on her and probably vice-versa. First things first though, I need to build up my repertoire of abilities. So far I can teleport and manipulate matter (like turning air in flat screens), so next up is definitely flight. I take a position like meditating in the center of my living room, without closing my eyes I imagine myself being lifted off the ground. Immediately I regret my decision, as it worked, however while I was being lifted it felt like I was in a constant state of panicky falling. The uncomfortable feeling in my stomach was actually too much to bear, and I immediately threw up a bunch of old dirty Ronalds onto my new carpet. I quickly warped a few meters down and to the side of the newly formed puddle of half-digested fast food. As I gazed into the nasty puddle I was suddenly reminded of the tragedy that befell the apple pies last night¡­ After taking care of my hunger with a couple pairs of nicely steamed and seasoned lobster claws, I set back to work. Fuck flying, at least, not without something like wings¡­ I warp over to my computer and start studying the anatomy of birds. ''Quickly'' digesting a disgusting amount of information on the nerves in their wings and hollowed out bones, basically how a bird flies and some theories about how wings would work on a human, I was ready to go. I hope fucking with my own body isn¡¯t excruciatingly painful or something like that¡­ And thus with a terrible flag in place, I commenced my transformation. Suddenly erupting from above the center of my back in equally spaced intervals from my spine were two wings with a span of 4 meters. I essentially modelled them after angel wings and they were supposed to be golden, but right now they¡¯re red for some reason¡­ ¡°AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! FUCKING TITS, CUNT-WHORE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!¡±(Joe?) Nearly blacking out from the pain I realized my pain suppression must not work on things I do to myself. It took a few minutes to get my breathing back under control, not to mention my wildly beating heart, before I could examine and clean my new wings. They were 5cm thick at the root and slowly tapered down to the 1cm thick tip. After removing all my blood I saw they were golden like I had wanted, composed of many intricate and delicate looking feathers that were stacked and arranged like a birds would be, each as long as a ruler. My nerve endings seemed to be working fine which probably meant everything else went okay too. I could feel the airflow in the room and gained instincts like a birds telling me when and how to flap my wings, an unexpected bonus effect. Neat! I started flapping each 2m long wing individually, because if I did both at the same time I probably wouldn¡¯t be able to resist the massive force they produced in harmony. Without hesitation I warped outside onto the street in front of my apartment building. It was a bit of a rundown building on the outside, with peeling paint on the cement walls that probably didn¡¯t look good even before it was peeling. Leading up to the entrance were a few stone steps, in front of an assuming metal door painted a nice shade of barf green. The number 225 was proudly displayed in metal casting hanging above it, mounted to the wall. The doorman was wearing a tuxedo and had a bowtie, he had a balding head with a white moustache¡­ Like there would be a fucking doorman! Hahahah~ I started to get concerned for myself as I internally laughed at my own joke, and wrote it off as ¡®a bird thing¡¯. While I examined the building in all of its ¡®glory¡¯ people were starting to crowd around and examine me in all of mine. I had been walking around in white briefs inside my apartment and hadn¡¯t bothered to put on clothes when I warped outside. That¡¯s probably not why they were looking at me though¡­ Maybe it¡¯s the huge wings? ¡°Mommy look, it¡¯s an angel!¡± (Little girl, maybe guy? It¡¯s hard to tell at that age) I thought it was funny how the 10 or so people around were either pulling out a phone to record me, or getting on their knees and praying to me while I was pondering in front of this building. So I didn¡¯t do anything but flap my wings lightly and ¡®ignored¡¯ the pesky humans for all of 30 seconds before I was bored. I pondered many things within these 30 seconds however¡­ Truly, some efficient pondering I can do¡­ If I¡¯m going for the angel look, I might as well go all out right? Flawless reasoning concluded, I started changing my slightly pale skin which had no blemishes thanks to my new regen, to something a bit more angelic. Angels glow or some shit right? I tried to imbue the ¡®glowing¡¯ property into my skin, and surprisingly without too much effort it did just that. I tinted the glow so that it was a pale gold, before looking down at myself. It had pretty much the exact effect I wanted, making me look like a certain sparkly vampire, except the effect was spread evenly across my skin. At this point the rest of the crowd of people (which was roughly 35 strong so far) who weren¡¯t already on their knees immediately got down upon seeing my aura, and the rest caved in to crowd mentality. Though quite a few were still recording. I still hadn¡¯t glanced at the crowd yet and had magnificently ignored them until now. Also, what the fucks the point of kneeling with both knees and using both hands to operate your camera? Definitely not a sign of respect at that point, not that I gave a fuck. As I turned to face them, the now 46 gazes turned expectant. They¡¯re all kneeling and looking at me like that¡­ I feel like a god or something. Pressure is most certainly on to say something cool¡­ ¡°Sup?¡± (Joseph Ashton the God of Coolness) Before they could register my word, I violently flapped my wings and jumped with all my might to make an explosive takeoff. The instantaneous acceleration caused a massive influx of G forces, which I wasn¡¯t stupid enough to not prepare for. I probably pulled over 12 G¡¯s considering within a single second after launch I was over 100 meters in the air. My countermeasure was some kind of wind barrier I was manipulating around myself which kept the pressure down around me. That didn¡¯t stop the violent hurricane force winds that were thrown about however, and they began roaring loudly outside of my barrier, rushing in all directions except downwards near the ground. And even though I had stopped at 150ish meters, the violent wind created swiftly soared into the sky and torn apart some unsuspecting clouds anuses. That was pretty fun¡­ But probably a bad idea to do when surrounded by ¡®fans¡¯. The ¡®bad idea¡¯ ended up killing or severely wounding all 46 onlookers that were kneeling to him. They were thrown by the sudden winds across the street, into nearby buildings, into cars, basically it was a storm of bodies raining horizontally. And the 46 are just who I know for a fact are probably dead¡­ who knows who they could have crashed into at high speeds¡­ Becoming a little dejected at the sudden mass murder, he quickly flew away, ignoring the aftermath and consequences like a boss. I rose with a more stable acceleration into the thick white cloud cover, and penetrated through to get a view on them from above as if I was in a plane. It was way better than being in a plane though, because after ditching my barrier I could feel the moisture of the clouds on my wings (and all over his body as he was thoroughly soaked) and wind in my hair, my new feathers and across my glowing skin. The sun shone brightly on the little murderer, and the sky was clear and blue, all the way up into space, which he could also see the transition into with his ridiculous vision. It helps that there¡¯s nothing in the way¡­ Suddenly I felt a deep chill down my spine, along with a terrible sense of foreboding. Something was definitely telling me to prepare my anus. My thoughts abruptly switch directions and drift to the only girl I¡¯ve had physical contact with in years¡­ I wonder how she¡¯s doing. Chapter 2.5: The Plot Thickens The morning of the horrific day that will go down in history in Brunveld, 53 innocent lives were lost and 27 more were gravely injured by an angel in the afternoon, at nighttime another 1524 were lost in the collapse of the local hospital. ~~Joseph is procrastinating with news while he should be studying birds on the internet~~ ¡°This is Trisha Tawakona with channel 105 news, I¡¯m here at the scene of an attempted armed robbery which recently took place in Brunveld, Canada at the local Ronalds fast food restaurant. At approximately 2am on January 13th, the assailant, Jacob Blackburry, took his family¡¯s self defense .38 revolver and held up an employee at gun point in an attempt to rob the store. Based on the video evidence leaked from the stores cameras we assume that Jacob was on edge and accidentally shot one Joseph Ashton, the employee working the register at the time, and we have not been able to recover a statement regarding his current state. However, in the video we clearly see that shows no signs of even feeling the bullet to his shoulder, and after a brief exchange of words that were not recorded, Jacob promptly unloaded the rest of his magazine into Joseph¡¯s chest. In the footage we see he does react to getting shot this time, but our experts have said he should have (Boring parts omitted). Jacob fled the scene, where he was apprehended 26 minutes later in his own home with his daughter in his arms (Skip) Joseph shows no clear signs of discomfort in the parking lot (Blah-blah-blah). No one knows who the woman that he was talking to is at the moment. Joseph and the women were then brought to the hospital by ambulance, leading some to believe the woman was a relative of his. Joseph¡¯s co-workers (No one cares). We will keep this story updated when any new information is brought in.¡± This bitch is trying too hard, any more news about me? ¡°This is Michael Berg here with channel 58 news, we have managed to secure an exclusive interview with the assailant, Jacob Blackburry, in the recent and mysterious armed robbery that took place last night at a Ronalds in Brunveld, Canada. The video of the robbery has already reached over 1 billion views on TeleTube as people are trying to discern what happened for themselves or are just interested in watching someone tank through gun shots. In just a few short moments we will show his answers to our reporters¡¯ questions.¡± ¡®What happened after you pulled the gun on Joseph?¡¯ ¡°H-h-he didn¡¯t even care, h-he didn¡¯t even flinch when it hit him¡­¡±(Jacob) *The interviewer prods him to continue* ¡°I told him to give me all the m-m-money in the r-registers.. Then he a-asked if I wanted to make that a meal, so I yelled at h-him, and then shot him¡­ H-H-HIS WOUND CLOSED IMMEDIATELY! It was the s-same after I shot the rest of my b-bullets.¡±(Jacob the Puss) ¡®Why did you decide to rob the restaurant?¡¯ ¡°I o-owed some money to a certain l-loan shark¡­ HE WAS GOING TO T-TAKE MY DAUGHTER DAMNIT! I--¡±(Irresponsible Father) YAWN, fuck it, back to the goddamn birds. ~~Later that day~~ NATIONAL BREAKING NEWS *Dramatic Noises* CNNN Headquarters, current viewers: 3554672 ¡°This is Laura Newman with Channel 1¡¯s National News Network Headquarters where we have just received shocking amateur video footage from Brunveld, Canada of an angel appearing out of thin air. It is currently being streamed live through one of the spectators phones and this is the scene you are seeing on your screens right now. Seemingly random passersby have been chosen to bear witness to what could be the second coming of-¡°Sup?¡±¡ªWHAT JUST HAPPENED?!*Distant Vomiting Noises* CUT THE-¡° ~Technical Difficulties~ ~~A few minutes later~~ NATIONAL BREAKING NEWS *Dramatic Noises* CNNN Headquarters again, current viewers: 23845721 ¡°This is Laura Newman, with tragic news to share here on CNNN. In an abrupt takeoff by the angel, we are receiving reports of possibly over 100 casualties, though not yet confirmed. Video footage has been compiled and in one of the frames you can see that the angel was preparing for flight¡­ Hold on I¡¯m getting something¡­ We have just received word that the Pope has absolved the angel on a plea of ignorance, saying it could not have known that the humans around it would be thrown about in such a way as it had just descended upon our planet.¡± ~~At the same time~~ BRUNVELD BREAKING NEWS *Less Impressive Dramatic Noises* ¡°This is Trisha Tawakona with channel 105 news, we have confirmed that the ¡®angel¡¯ appeared to be nearly identical to Joseph Ashton. His whereabouts are currently unknown and experts around the globe are saying it¡¯s a near 100% match with facial recognition software. It is currently unknown whether or not it has simply possessed Joseph¡¯s body, however there are theories that he was an angel all along and that is why he received no damage from the revolver shots to his chest the night before. The angel¡¯s declaration which was immediately followed by the disaster leads us to more strongly conclude the latter. We have also received reports from the local hospital that Joseph was discharged early this morning mere hours before the event. The discharge was unofficial, conducted by a nurse for breach of hospital rules, though it is not clear what the breach was at this time (And they¡¯ll never know teehee~). On an ¡®allegedly¡¯ unrelated note, the woman seen with Joseph the night before is now in the local hospital as well, though we do not know why she has been admitted.¡± Stolen story; please report. ~~Later that night~~ The reporter is standing on a hill overlooking the city with a good view of the few remaining pieces of the hospital crumbling inwards. ¡°This is Trisha Tawakona, here with channel 105 with tragic news once again. The current time is 11pm, and on this faithful day, without warning, the Brunveld Hospital has violently collapsed. The chance of finding a single surviving patient or staff member has been said to be a grim 0.5% chance. The scale of this¡­¡± ~~At the ¡®same¡¯ relative time on a much higher plane of existence~~ A council was currently convening within a ¡®divine¡¯ temple. The temple was so vast, a human couldn¡¯t hope to reach the top, or even cross the base from one corner to the next, even using a helicopter or some bullshit in its ¡®relatively¡¯ pitiful lifespan (Not that they wouldn¡¯t get a good laugh out of you trying though). It was made out of Soul Crystal, the highest quality building material that extremely powerful beings may possess. The structure floated in a vast and empty space, located in the corner of the universe in a ¡®dark zone¡¯. This was done so that they could rule over planes of existence lower than theirs, however they have no interest in planets like Earth, which is on the lowest of the low of the Astral planes. However, on this particular occasion all of the members of the important council were gathered and were looking at Earth with clear disdain in their ¡®eyes¡¯ (It was more like a feeling being projected by their incorporeal bodies). Earth was so pitifully weak compared to one of them, that their combined gazes actually managed to create a small nuclear winter at both poles of the planet even from this unfathomable distance. The focus of the meeting was one Joseph Ashton¡­ On the council were 12 semi-transparent beings, each one ruled over an Astral plane. Yet the 13th which included Earth and many other similarly low-energy planets had no representative. The power ranking goes in ascending order, but it is not so significant as the jump of power from the 13th to the 12th as it is for the rest (Councilmen 1 and Councilwomen 2 are relatively the same on the power scale, etc.). Joseph had inherited the combined powers of his mother and father, who actually were born and raised on the highest plane, the 1st. Sealing their power and deciding to settle down on an inconspicuous backwater planet was something they both agreed to, and they also wished to have a child. Rosalina and Pavlo Ashton managed to succeed, accomplishing their dream and raising a ¡®normal¡¯ baby boy for a few years. Then, a terrible ¡®accident¡¯ occurred where the two insanely powerful beings were killed in a car accident¡­ Thus leaving Joseph alone on that planet with no relatives. As he grew up, the seal on his power began to erode (I wonder why?) and with incredibly ¡®convenient¡¯ timing, activated just in time to prevent his death in a fast food restaurant. The 12 beings found all of this terribly amusing, but they found it even more so watching the ¡®human¡¯ play around with beings incredibly weaker then himself. In spite of his late mother and father, the council decided after a heated debate that it would be funny to appoint him to be the ruler of the ¡®weak¡¯ 13th plane and its many planets (If he ever showed up a council meeting they¡¯d laugh him out). Of course, this would be a huge upgrade for Joseph, as he can receive ¡®taxes¡¯ on the living beings energy within his plane. But to the council, it was a single molecule of gas on Jupiter, insignificant enough to give away for the sheer entertainment value. ¡°HAHAHAH! Look at the little bastard go! What a fucking idiot! I AGREE!¡±(Councilman 9) ¡°Nyah~ahaha, what an easy decision, agree!¡±(Councilwoman 5) And similar responses from every other member of the Council thus ended the heated debate. They swiftly placed Joseph¡¯s body on the highest ranking planet of the 13th plane: Ybar. 26 times larger than earth (With many times more innate energy), it was in a rather stable but close orbit around a black hole. The ¡®Sun¡¯ of Ybar was also in an orbit with the black hole, at a suitable distance from Ybar and yet the distance between them never decreased or increased. Seasons were caused by the fluctuating energies of the planet, and 24 hour days were the result of a suitable rotation and axis towards its Sun (This is all so convenient¡­ like some omnipotent beings made this for shits and giggles or something¡­). As the 12 omnipotent beings who loved shits and giggles transported his body across the universe, they noticed another being getting dragged along with him by a recognizable and distasteful link¡­ Naturally, they couldn¡¯t care less and were more than happy to move onto other things. And thus, she followed. Meanwhile, 8 hours before that ¡®divine¡¯ info dump on a quaint little rock called Earth¡­ Chapter 3: Just Your Average Day, Part 1 I''m thinking of uploading something like this every day, let me know what you think! Every comment so far has been really helpful, as this is my first time attempting something like this. _______________________________________________________________________________ It was almost 2:30pm as I floated about aimlessly a few kilometers above the clouds, I pushed the sense of foreboding and lust for Elise to the back of my mind and tried to determine where I am. In the distance was something quite unlike the small towns I''ve been passing over until recently. The cloud cover cleared, and the endless blue sky shone brightly carrying the sun''s rays. They reflected off of huge buildings he could see in the distance, and they gave off their own golden glow from many artificial lights. Looking in any direction I was amazed by how far I could see in every direction. Wherever the cloud cover parted I a detailed view of massive forests, vast fields or glittering buildings. My upgrades seemed to define my view with incredible amounts of info, somehow keeping everything in focus at once. This is all fine and dandy but that taste of human companionship has me lonely¡­ Suddenly I have a flash of genius. I¡¯m basically some kind of super hero, even if I did kind of abandon Elise she¡¯ll probably get over it. YOSH! I¡¯ll tele- *B-BOOOOooommm* Sound rocks my world and as my overclocked brain tries to cope, two Canadian Air Force jets shatter the sound barrier in the distance as they close in on the U.F.O.(me) in restricted airspace. ¡°FUCK ME I JUST SHIT MY GOT DAMN PANTS!!¡±(Joe who immediately deletes his pants and the shit stuck to his ass) They were closing in fast, throwing off my train of thought while I forget to spawn new pants. As I finally took a look over the assaulters of my pants I got a good look of a pair of seemingly alien fighter pilots in their anti-g suits. They were flying CF-18 Hornets armed to the teeth with air to air missiles. I may have shit myself and they won¡¯t think the same of me but damn they look pretty sweet. Regretting my disgrace, I snapped out of my admiration for their planes and realized my nuts were frozen. Actually shouldn¡¯t I be colder? Must be my new physique. I gave myself a nice pair of fur lined jeans as an apology for my boys. They¡¯re probably trying to radio me right? I started flying in the opposite direction as the jets at a slightly slower speed than them to allow them to catch up. Once they were within a few kilometers, the jets structures were finally within the range of my scan-like ability. They were an odd mix of mottled grays, with 4 Sparrow missiles attached to the wings. The twin jet engines each had their own angled tail fin and the design was sleek. The missiles had 4 fins in the middle and another 4 near the bottom of the Hercules solid fuel rocket. Fuck yeah. I sit in my brand new Hornet and try to figure out the comms system amongst an endless treasure trove of options. However, in no time at all I figure it out like a champ and hop onto their frequency. ¡°Yo this is Joe¡±(Rap God) The jets were now side by side with me, with the CAF pilots separated from me by 10m as my timing was flawless. Two surprised pilots were looking in my direction, the one to my right was a middle aged man with a strong looking jaw and all around blocky features. Probably the closest you can get to the ¡®caveman¡¯ look. It looks like he could tank a tiger¡¯s bitch slap. The one to my left was a woman, she must¡¯ve been in her early 30¡¯s and she was far from attractive. She had brown hair and a decent ass from what my OP radar could tell, but those were her only 2 redeeming features. And yeah, her hair counts because even her skin was nasty looking. ¡°Where the fuck did that come from?!¡±(Caveman to my right) ¡°If you have a valid reason to be in this airspace state it now, or we¡¯ll be escorting you back to our base. If you resist we will blow you out of the sky.¡±(Haggard lady to my left) She falls back and starts a lock-on. Is she in denial I just popped out of nowhere or¡­? Her friend doesn¡¯t seem to know what to do, as he is still flying alongside me and giving me a baffled stare he doesn¡¯t expect me to see through his black reflective visor. I feel a bit out of place in a jet without some kind of suit on, not that I¡¯m complaining about my free 48 million dollar jet + missiles. And damn! Look at all these buttons! Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. I was getting a bit hyped sitting in this super machine, the Pratt & Whitney jet engines roaring behind me boiling my blood. Not to mention the fugly chick that finally got locked on to me. I was in the mood for a bit of fun and an escort back to their base sounded a lot less fun that a dogfight. Sirens were blaring to do something about my impending demise, and I happily obliged. Pushing the plane to the limit, sudden G forces accompanied my acceleration to gain some distance from these jets. After totally not forgetting to keep a barrier around myself to keep from passing out, the jet tried to climb to the top speed of 1800km/h which was much harder to reach at our relatively low altitude of 6km. The woman fired her Sparrow, and the rocket came flying out at Mach 4. Instantly crashing into my plane because of the tiny distance between us and bringing my mystery plane down in an incredible explosion. At least, that¡¯s what the two veteran pilots were expecting to happen anyway. You challenged the wrong guy to a dogfight! I delete the missile out of the air and reinforce my plane in preparation from some crazy shit by holding it together in a rock solid telekinetic grip. Letting the plane give its all in the smallest diameter loop-the-loop it can perform, an Immelmann turn. My panicked opponents started performing evasive manoeuvres, dodging my lock on by peeling in opposite directions of each other while climbing. I should have been way outclassed by these experienced pilots in a plane I¡¯ve never flown before, I¡¯m not even a pilot! But my new super brain was more than a match for both of these obstacles. I focus on the woman because she¡¯s hideous and I¡¯m a terrible person. With the help of the wind which I was manipulating my jet was able to perform outrageously efficiently, easily outclassing my opponent. I got on her tail and immediately fired the missile, overriding its need for a target. I take manual control of the missile and guide it into the bottom of her plane. An instant before impact I felt a tinge of guilt, and I constructed a quick barrier around the pilot. *BOOOM-SHReeeEEEE-B-BOOM* The noise was almost beautiful when accompanied by the amazing visual of the newly made fireball. The rocket had burst the fuel tank causing the plane to be consumed in a sea of raging fire, while the jet engines sucked in their last pained breath and exploded as well. My reinforced plane was given a shower of debris and fire as I had been directly behind her, and it bounced off harmlessly. ¡°You motherfucker!¡±(Angry Caveman) I felt a bit bad because he just saw his friend ¡®die¡¯, so I quickly dispersed his fears. ¡°Don¡¯t worry bro she¡¯s fine, were just having a bit of fun. No one needs to die.¡±(Merciful God) My ridiculous claim was proven by the woman who was now falling to the ground behind me, when she opened her parachute. Her fireball of a plane was plummeting to the ground, and I estimated that it would ¡®land¡¯ in an open field. I had been flying at a calm pace to allow him to try and exact some revenge, but it was not to be. Seeing me easily defeat his wingman he wisely retreated, and started reporting back to base for reinforcements and ground support for his downed friend. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my brain working overtime, such was my excitement at my very first dogfight. It¡¯s probably rare if not unheard of for these things to engage each other in a close range fight like that! After a few minutes of calming down I checked the time, 2:48pm. It had only been 18 minutes since he had been lazily admiring the scenery and it felt a little surreal. I deleted the jet and once again took in my surroundings with a huge refreshed smile on my face. The sudden quiet and warmth of the sun, accented by the fading roar of Caveman¡¯s Hornet created an unreal atmosphere. ~ Every country¡¯s intelligence agency that ¡®happened¡¯ to have a satellite flying over the area at that moment were thoroughly confused, shocked and amazed. Chapter 4: Just Your Average Day, Part 2 I was now basking in glorious victory above the clouds, my wings flapping lazily to keep me in a steady hover. I had cost the Canadian Air Force an incredible amount of resources, but their losses didn¡¯t compare to mine if you factored in pride. When they finally got a visual of me¡­ Was I naked from the waist down?! Not to mention they made me shit myself. Yeah, were definitely even. Where was I¡­? My penis was quick to remind me who I had been thinking about before I was so rudely interrupted. That girl is insanely attractive, and she¡¯s just my type. I¡¯m not sure what I did to attract such a beautiful virgin. Actually, a lot of women who have seen me since last light seem like they¡¯re falling under some kind of spell. Seriously though, most of the looks I get are not wholesome. Maybe it would have went over my head and just inflated my ego, if it weren¡¯t for the fact that it wasn¡¯t exclusively affecting women. Taking one more look at the amazing scenery spread out before me, I teleport in to the bathroom on the first floor of the Brunveld hospital. I took a gamble that the third stall would have no one in it, and it looks like it¡¯s my lucky day. The door of the stall was already open, but no one was there to witness me appear out of nowhere at the time. I do a thorough scanning of the building, looking for Elise. I assume she¡¯ll still be here, getting stitches in her pussy or something. I seriously ruined her¡­ Maybe I can fix her up? Seeing if I could heal was something I needed to figure out regardless, so I don¡¯t mind using her as a test subject. Remembering the pain my wings caused me when I made them out made me cringe. It makes me a little worried but, I think it was probably due to the sudden connection of a TON of new nerves. If it¡¯s just a little patch job, I¡¯m sure she¡¯ll be fineee. She¡¯ll just have to suck it up if that¡¯s the case. There she is. She was alone in her room on the bed, on the third floor. When I had been admitted I was on the top floor two above that. While praising all of my recent good fortunes, I warped onto the bed beside her. It look a little bit of extra effort to warp and go from standing up to laying down, but not much. Her room looked the same as mine had last time, mostly empty with bland white walls. Right next to me in the bed she was lying on her side facing towards me sleeping peacefully. Dayum! Her beauty catches me off guard, her innocent looking unconscious face attempting to trick my second head into rash actions. However, I was in no hurry to wake her up, and from what I could tell there were no nurses/doctors anywhere close. I decided to test my powers to their limits finally, now that I had some free time and my mind felt a bit more focused. On that note, my senses have definitely been sharpened. Initially I couldn¡¯t notice it, but there is a clear and steady trend of performance increases with all of my senses, mental cognition, thought speed, memorization and my scanning ability. The easiest to recognize the improvement trend with was the scan, as it now encompassed a 1.5km radius as opposed to the 1km it started out with last night at Ronalds. I still have no clue how my scan works, but I feel like it¡¯s beyond me¡­ For now that is. If my abilities kept improving at this rate it wouldn¡¯t be long before I was some kind of genius. My intuition¡¯s opinion was that it would reach its peak soon though. In order to provide some enhancements to my body, I reigned in my senses and subconsciously entered a meditative state. Focusing on myself, I studied the nervous center, my bones, muscles, skin and even the keratin in my nails. First of all, I further dampened the sensations of pain. Since it seems I¡¯m nearly invincible regardless, there¡¯s no need to receive such annoying notifications of obvious things like being shot. I fine-tuned my nerve pathways, reorganizing to provide data to my brain more efficiently as it could now handle the extra stress. Ooooh, that feels cool. With the first self-update in place, everything I was in contact with on the bed started giving me more details describing themselves. I checked my internal clock, 3:13pm. That was 20 minutes eh? Elise¡¯s face was now looking in the opposite direction, but I would be able to tell if she had woken up. But I wasn¡¯t done yet. Moving onto my bones, I thickened and strengthened them. Replacing my body¡¯s old, lame collagen with my own new-and-improved brand. Besides feeling more dense and solid, there wasn¡¯t a huge difference like there was with the nerves. Rinse and repeating the same process with my muscles left me as the only man alive who knows what being a tree feels like. It also took less time than the complex nervous system, only 8 minutes in total. These strength improvements had been on my mind since I created my wings, as they already had these enhancements applied and far outperformed the rest of my body. Grabbing a cupful of Elise¡¯s buns and re-entering my meditation, it was time for my skin to stop being so easy to pierce. Borrowing the idea of layering from a dragons scales, I re-organized my skin into something like that on a tiny scale. The stacks of reinforced skin were made up of a great number of cone-like shapes, with a semicircular base. Examining my arms, visually they weren¡¯t much different aside from an odd smoothness. Maybe the scales were too small? My texture is like a petrified baby¡­ Good enough for me though, because physically the difference was like heaven and earth. Whereas your average human can take a quick blow of roughly 3000 Newtons and come away without serious issues most of the time, I estimated I could receive 15 times that. The weight of two full sized trucks being delivered behind a punch could now be shrugged off without even the need for my auto-healing. Update 5.0 was my most anticipated, as I felt like I would be having some entertaining moments with it in the future. Another reason for the massive upgrade on my skin was in preparation for this addition, it would be annoying to be constantly cutting myself after all. Fondling the deep sleeping Elise a little more, it was time to give myself some natural weapons. I added a bit of length to my finger nails as they were a tad short, strengthening and sharpening the edge into a tapered blade while I was at it. My reasoning was mostly so I could rip throats out. Not that I would actively seek people to do it to¡­ I just like having the option. I felt like a new man, and my last two upgrades had taken 15 minutes. My skin had been a little tricky after all. Now I suppose it¡¯s Elise¡¯s turn to get scanned. This proved a little difficult because the deep scanner needed nearly all my focus, and I was having trouble peeling the remnants off of myself. Imaging trying to project your body heat out and then have it collect in someone else, where do you even start? The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. As I got closer and closer to completing her full scan, I noticed something alarming. My breathing was growing shallower and more haggard, below sustainable levels. I guess my body does still need a bit of my attention for breathing and etc. Feeling like an idiot for almost killing myself, I found a couple problems in Elise. First of all was something in her brain, and the second was in her vagina. Many sections of her brain had much less or no activity in comparison to mine, and since I was no brain surgeon I basically re-wired her to mimic mine. She¡¯ll probably thank me for this, my brain is pretty badass after all! I had no vagina to compare hers with that was close enough, but I was pretty sure I knew what I wanted. Besides fixing the tears along the membrane inside her, I made her tighter and strengthened the muscle fibers so they wouldn¡¯t tear again. This way she can squeeze my dick even harder, while actually enjoying herself without my brainwashing too. Finally finished, I looked at my clock once more, 4:16pm. Considering the impressive list of upgrades, it certainly was time well spent. Feeling fresh and decked out, I gently turned Elise to face me and planted a kiss on her lips. Startled, her eyes fluttered open and examined me with a deeper intelligence than before. Regardless of her new mental capacity, she was probably still confused. Less confused than I had thought, she slaps me across the face. ¡°Asshole!¡± She whisper-yells, and pulls me into an embrace. I probably deserved that, but I got off a lot easier than I thought I would. ¡°Agh, my fucking hand, what are you made of you bastard?¡± She peels off of me and starts fondling my body, starting with my chest, moving to my sides and then to my arms. How has she not noticed my wings? They were tucked in on my back looking like some kind of golden, cone shaped shield. I flashed a grin, proud of my new improvements. ¡°Never mind that, how do your brain and pussy feel? I fucked around in you a bit so just in case you should run some self-diagnostics.¡±(Doctor Joe) In tandem with my sentence, her eyes widened a bit with each piece of information given. ¡°I knew I felt a little strange¡­¡±(Quiet Lady) Her words were barely audible to the ordinary person, needless to say I heard it in exquisite and sexy whispered detail. As my lust soared, the look in her eyes grew vacant. ¡°Oi Elise!¡±(Yours Truly) She didn¡¯t answer, the look in her eyes was truly creeping me out. ¡°Elise cut that shit out!!¡± ¡°Calm your incredibly firm tits, you said to run self-diagnostics didn¡¯t you?¡±(Who is this chick?) Her unexpected recovery and words caused a chuckle to escape my lips. ¡°I was mostly joking, I didn¡¯t expect you to actually know how to do it¡­¡± That must be how I look in my meditative state. ¡°All that I can tell about my¡­ pussy, is that it doesn¡¯t hurt as much and isn¡¯t torn up. My brain on the other hand feels like it got overclocked or something!¡±(Excited Elise) That pause was so cute! Disregarding whatever she just said, I started a new phase of testing my power. I had never tried teleporting something large with me like a person, though clothes and the like didn¡¯t seem to be a problem. I figure it all has to do with imagination, and as long as I picture the two of us instead of just myself she¡¯ll be able to tag along. Casually, I put my arm behind her head across her shoulders, positioning the two of us side by side. ¡°Okay, clench your cheeks! Shit¡¯s about to get real!¡±(Poor choice of words) Her look of resignation said, ¡®Nothing will surprise me at this point¡¯. Begging to differ, I decided to kick it up another notch. Originally I had just planned on teleporting to the roof and flying away, but with that kind of challenging gaze there¡¯s no way I¡¯d do something so lame after saying what I did. ¡°AHHHHH!!!¡±(Gotcha bitch!/Elise) She tried to stumble forward to her death so I tightened my grip on her far shoulder and used my left wing to act as her personal guard rail. We were 270ish meters off the ground standing on a metal grate type thing near the top of the Eiffel tower, spooking a few birds into flight with our appearance. An antenna array was spread out behind us, poking into the brightly illuminated night sky. Spread out in front of us was the city of Paris, emanating a beautiful glow of activity despite the hour. My internal clock had adjusted time zones, skipping 9 hours ahead to 1:21am. This is something I had prepared for in advance when I had been on the internet earlier today. I googled a bunch of famous tourist locations and a few other places I¡¯d like to visit, memorizing ideal warp spots. I picked places that would bring the best combination of practicality and a showy appearance, hence this little platform I brought Elise to just now. Getting over her initial shock rather quickly and giving my wings a double take, she inhaled sharply as she was stunned once more by the beautiful view. She had been so focused on how far away the ground was and myself that her gaze hadn¡¯t yet swept over the city. There was a couple other places I was thinking of going, but the timing was good as it was the middle of the night here and it was also renowned as a couple¡¯s destination. I also had the impression Elise was not well traveled, and figured she has probably never been to France before. Naturally, the Eiffel tower was the way to go. I held Elise from behind with my arms and wings as she stood in stunned silence. ¡°It¡¯s beautiful¡­¡± An awed whisper escapes her, and I suppose it¡¯s to be expected. Don¡¯t say it, don¡¯t say it, don¡¯t say it. ¡°Not as beautiful as you.¡±(¡­) SHIIIITTTTT. The cheesiest and oldest line in existence comes out of my mouth and regrets its lack of ability to force its way back in. Elise starts giggling and blood rushes to her face, and not out of shyness. It worked?! Moreover, ¡®THAT¡¯ look again?! Lustful gaze special Paris edition was almost too much to handle. We had shit to do, so to get her to stop seducing me I put up a wind barrier and prepared for takeoff. It was more for Elise than myself at this point, as I had the feeling that I could handle the pressure now. My muscles in my legs tensed, my wings extended and angled themselves. Jumping and pushing my wings down with all my might, we launched into the night sky with twice the force as the time I killed all those people. Whoops¡­ *KEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRSHHHHHHHUUUUUUNNNNNN* Metal groaned violently as it contorted in ways it never knew it could. I severely overestimated the structure, as it was now steadily approaching the ground. We were a few hundred meters away from the former tower, and Elise was giving me a stern look. __________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading! Drop a comment/review/rating if you did/didn''t enjoy, it fills me with motivation! Let me know if there are any spelling/grammar issues, as I may have overlooked them in my haste to share the story. Chapter 5: Just Your Average Day, Part 3 A six man squad was currently lined up in a single file line along an old shitty wall, in front of them equally shitty stone steps and a proud ¡®225¡¯ claiming it all. The squad was composed of 4 veteran instructors from the nearby Army boot camp, and 2 special ops agents who were stationed close enough to make it in time for this emergency mission. They were all highly capable men and women, some of the best the Canadian Forces had to offer on such short notice. Snipers lined the rooftops looking through the scopes of their R700¡¯s, confirming the target wasn¡¯t in the living room through the large window. The alley behind the apartment building was swarming with officers and Emergency Task Force trucks, the Canadian equivalent of SWAT. The unit had rushed from Toronto to the nearby town of Brunveld for this top priority mission that had been issued by the Minister of National Defence himself. Every officer participating in the mission is armed to the teeth, even the local police who may have never even fired their pistols. At a minimum, they were equipped with: A bullet proof vest, an assault rifle with two mags, a sidearm and pellet or flash grenades. It was the largest scale military operation ever seen in this small town. After the painstaking evacuation of every civilian in the building through covert means, the ETF Mobile Command Center opens comms, informing the officers that the mission is a go. The squad leader signals the group to advance, and they make their silent entrance into the building. The civilians are out, so there isn¡¯t a need for shouting yet. They go up the stairs in 3 groups of two, moving with lethal efficiency to the targets home in the apartment building. Combat boots clomped in tandem, and once more they arranged themselves into a single file against the wall. Squad leader Sgt. Michael Dunhald doesn¡¯t even need to give the signal for the man behind him to move to the other side of the door, where he prepares his grenades. Michael takes a shaped charge out of one of his pouches, and places it on the lock in such a way that the door will be swung open after the blast. He takes a few steps back, one of his squad to the left and the rest on his right. Their orders for this mission were grim. Use lethal force, if he isn¡¯t killed immediately then attempt a capture. The squad was a little uneasy, they had all heard the rumors going around about this particular guy. ¡°BREACH AND CLEAR!¡±(Sgt. Michael) On his words, the shaped breach charge detonates, a controlled blast resounding in their ears. Without a moment¡¯s hesitation the man with the nades, Lt. Harvey Davis, throws a concussion and tear gas combo underhand with his C-7 rifle slung across his back. Waiting a moment for the blast, the first one in is Special Agent Alicia Ramirez, armed with her favorite MP5A3 with a flashlight attachment. Her mask filters the tear gas while she checks the closet and moves to the kitchen. ¡°CLEAR!¡±(Agent Ramirez) Like clockwork, her 5 squad mates who had been following her move past the incredibly modern and fancy looking kitchen she was standing in. She joins the back of the line, and they split into two groups of 3 going down the halls left and right to clear the remaining rooms. Group 1 heads left intending to clear the bathroom and storage closet. It consists of Michael who had entered immediately after Ramirez, the other Special Agent and one of the other instructors, Sgt. Louis LeBlanc. Group 2 heads right intending to clear the only bedroom in the bachelor apartment. It consists of the final un-named instructor, Lt. Davis and Ramirez who is taking up the rear. Three distinct shouts sound off one after another, declaring the apartment cleared. Everyone except for those in group 1 who were piling into the bathroom began exploring the incredible apartment. The un-named instructor, Sgt. Dilyn Levesque stood in front of the massive flat screen dominating the living room with a look of awe and worship on his face. If me and the boys had something like this, pu~tain. Dreams of his favorite football and hockey teams danced in his eyes and projected themselves onto the screen. Special Agent Ramirez sighed in relief, and informed the Mobile Command Center of the all-clear, along with the fact that their target had not been inside the building. They knew he left rather dramatically earlier in the day, but they also knew that he had never come home from the hospital according to video surveillance cameras throughout the town. This led them to take no chances, and check his apartment in full force as a precaution. ¡°G-Guys, come look at this shit¡­¡±(Michael, you okay?) Hearing that rather unprofessional statement from down the hallway, Alicia clicked her tongue in frustration. Amateurs!! She had a rather bad superiority complex, but no one she knew well enough to make a meaningful impact with those words would dare tell her that. This was because for one she was an incredibly gorgeous woman who had just turned 30, with an all-male friend group vying for her affections. Secondly, she was an insanely formidable close quarters combat expert who didn¡¯t hesitate to hold a nasty grudge. Busy belittling her squad in her mind, she was the last to make her way over to whatever they were all excitedly discussing in the bathroom. His dead body? Something fucked up? Her extensive training had her prepared for virtually anything, and she was determined to let her professionalism show. Peeking into the bathroom from behind Davis¡¯ back, she caught her breath. This was a big moment in her life, finally taking her first steps towards being a more humble person thanks to a massive contrast in expectation. A massive solid gold bathtub gave everyone present a flattering wink. ~~Roughly one hour prior~~ The prime minister sat in his office with an unbelievable report on his desk. His schedule for the day had been cancelled, and he had rushed home to deal with this top priority decision. A thick beige binder sat on his desk. Across the top in large red letters, it read ¡®TOP SECRET¡¯. The first time he read the report, he threw a bit of a tantrum, demanding to know if this was some kind of elaborate joke. Despite the fact that it would never make it to his desk if it were false, he couldn¡¯t bring himself to believe it. This was his second time opening the folder, and he did so with a heavy heart. The first page was an extremely detailed biography on one Joseph Ashton, containing nearly everything he had ever done and everyone he had ever known. It listed it all in bullet point form, starting from his birth in Toronto to his recent hospitalization. He had already skimmed his major life events, and read about his excessive internet porn usage. No matter how he looked at it, this was just a normal guy. It began to deviate from normal when it came to the robbery of a certain Ronalds. 5 pairs of frames from the restaurants security camera were displayed, zoomed into Joseph¡¯s chest. In each pair of frames was first the moment his body was hit by a bullet, and in the next it was the same wound rapidly closing. They had easy access to the company¡¯s security system, and so they were looking through the camera that monitors the cashiers. He didn¡¯t need to read the doctors¡¯ comments along the side to know that it impossible. Next in the folder was a series of pictures taken by a pair of fighter jets 40 minutes ago. Call sign ¡®Caveman¡¯ and ¡®Scarlet¡¯ moved in to intercept an unknown flying object near Toronto in a military no-fly zone. The picture was of a glowing Joseph, who for some reason had no clothes on from the waist down, a pair of golden wings extending from his back. Comments were displayed on the bottom of the pictures, noting a few differences in his physique that must have happened very recently. The comments read ¡®His muscle mass has increased significantly, he has wings (No shit), and his penis is approximately 2 inches longer. The glowing effect is not a malfunction of recording equipment, as it was correlated with videos taken from his catastrophic launch into the air.¡¯ He had taken this all in stride the first time around, until he turned the page once more. Two pictures taken by a satellite were side by side, juxtaposing each other. In the one on the left, the fighter pilots had sandwiched Joseph. In the image on the right, Joseph was no longer visible, in his stead a brand new CF-18 Hornet. After a short and almost laughable exchange over the radio, his jet outperformed what should have been possible by 3000% in the following dog fight. ¡®Scarlet¡¯ launched a Sparrow air-to-air missile, which was intercepted by an unknown phenomenon. Magnificently outmaneuvering the veteran pilots, he swiftly brought ¡®Scarlet¡¯ down. Though she miraculously emerged from the flaming wreckage without a scratch and safely landed. He was assured by a comment made from the manufacturer of these planes that ¡®What his plane is doing in these images is not physically possible, not to mention mechanically impossible for this model¡¯. On top of all that, the woman that had gone with him to the hospital, Elise Pelletier was admitted as a patient. They had sent police over just in case, but when they arrived at her bedside they reported back and confirmed that she was indeed in a coma. Her files and life story, along with a few testimonies from doctors and one particularly interesting account from a young female nurse, were the last item in the folder. This report was laid out in this amount of detail so that Prime Minister Harry Cocinbells could decide their course of action in dealing with this boy. ¡°This is going to be a huge mess¡­¡± In a resigned voice, he pressed a button on his land line and spoke into it, ¡°Delegate this task to the Minister of National Defense.¡± Receiving a quick affirmation from his reliable secretary, he sat back in his leather chair, crossed his legs on top of his oak desk and joined his hands behind his tired head. He let out a lo~ong, relieved, and apprehensive sigh. ¡°At least I got the day off¡­¡± he mumbled half-heartedly. Unknown to the Prime Minister, three other world leaders striking were similar poses, the same thoughts on their minds. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ~~Back to Paris, his apartment has just been stormed~~ Elise¡¯s angry face was so cute! Her face was lit up by golden moonlight that reflected off my wings. It revealed to me her furrowed brows, her small rounded nose and her lips set in a firm horizontal line. We were too high in the sky to be tainted by the artificial lights from the city, and I was more than happy for it. The natural lighting complimented her features perfectly, her platinum blonde hair glowing an interesting mercurial silver. Though I held her by her waist, due to the height difference she had to turn her head around and look upwards in order to glare at me. It¡¯s impossible for this woman to be unattractive isn¡¯t it? She wasn¡¯t saying anything to me, her eyes were speaking for her I suppose. A rather long sentence lay in them, something like: ¡®I know it wasn¡¯t intentional, but I¡¯m still angry with you! Also, I¡¯m sure it¡¯s within your capabilities to fix!¡¯ I peeled my eyes from her beautiful face, and looked back to the state of the tower. The upper third portion of the structure had been separated from the thick base by the downwards diagonal force produced by his launch. *BOOOOOM-KEEEERRR* The behemoth of angry twisted metal crashed into the ground and groaned in agony as its metal supports collapsed and warped further under their own weight. ¡°Tch¡­ No way am I fixing that shit, do you even see how fucked it is? That would take way too long.¡±(Joe with some angry words to say to Mr. Eiffel) ¡°Joseph!¡± She yelled in my arms and maintained her seething glare. I have no choice but to do ¡®that¡¯ eh? It was finally time to test out a potential trump card, one that could change my life drastically if it worked. I focused with all my might, and centered myself in a meditative state. Once my attention was fully repurposed, away from monitoring my surroundings, I began a series of complex imaginations. Like a recording playing in reverse, the past few minutes went backwards slowly in my mind. It was extraordinarily taxing on my brain, and it almost felt as if smoke was coming out of my ears. Finally I arrived at the scene I wanted, the moment we arrived at the top of the tower. I slowly opened my eyes, prepared for the worst. Not prepared enough though. The fuck is that?! Elise and I were standing atop the no longer destroyed Eiffel tower once more, and it seems my time travel went ¡®well¡¯. Everything aside from a massive growing spider web crack in the fabric of reality was exactly the same as a few minutes prior. It was located where we had been previously, several hundred meters at a 45 degree angle from where we were standing. Four obsidian arms covered in glowing red runes shot out of it at once, gripping the sides of the spreading web and tearing it further. Elise¡¯s teeth were chattering next to me while my arm gripped her tighter around her shoulder, she was petrified by fear. The being emerging from the crack let out a powerful and terrifying aura, after all. After what seemed like an eternity but was only a few moments, a massive 3m tall jet black man emerged. The crack quickly sealed as soon as he was out, as if not even the fabric of reality wanted anything to do with this guy and had dumped him here saying ¡®Your problem now¡¯. His body, like his arms, was covered in shining intricate red patterns. Protruding from his head were two 10cm horns that didn¡¯t match his massive stature at all. On his horns were patterns of the same menacing red as the rest of his body, but at the tips there was a pitch black void. I had my doubts that light had ever seen whatever was contained at the points of those two horns. ¡°Kuh¡­Kukuku¡­KUHAHAHAHAHAHA!¡±(Obsidian monster) Three stage laugh?! ¡°Finally! After an eternity of darkness, I AM FREE!!¡± His voice was as powerful as his presence if not even more so, and resounded throughout the city, stopping night-owl civilians in their tracks with a piercing fear. The demon guy was scanning his surroundings with a greedy gaze, like he couldn¡¯t get enough of the sights he was seeing. It¡¯s a nice looking city, after all. Suddenly he locked eyes with me, squinting, and moved closer. The look in his eyes as he approached went through a range of emotions from suspicion to bewilderment to rage. In an uncharacteristically low voice, he spoke. ¡°Were you the one to free me from my imprisonment?¡± Though he tried his best to hide it, there was definitely a threatening undertone to his words. Paying his concealed threat no respect I answered. ¡°I think so? I was just fucking around though, it definitely wasn¡¯t on purpose. If I knew your ugly ass would show up, I wouldn¡¯t have tried taking the easy way out.¡±(Casual Joe) Whether it was my words, my lack of reaction to his oppressive aura or maybe the look of disdain I was giving his small dick, his eyes filled with rage and wonderment once again. And yes, he was stark nude. Perhaps my casual attitude broke the atmosphere of fear for Elise, because she let out a giggle as she also examined his unusually small member. ¡°YOU DARE MOCK ME?!¡± Shooting out of his hands and hurtling in our direction was a massive silver sphere with a radius of 5m. Following his sphere, he let out a mighty roar as a blade of pure darkness was released by his horns, taking form over his head. He had no wings to speak of, but he was flying without issue. Grabbing the newly formed void blade from the top of his head by its bejewelled hilt, he prepared to follow up his ball attack with a devastating horizontal slash. JESUS! That escalated quickly. I tried to delete his sphere attack, with no success. Shit. Something was telling me I would not survive either of his strikes if I took them head on, and I began grasping at straws. There was no time left to teleport away, so I quickly spawned a massive diamond blob in front of us with no time to spare forming any kind of structure. The barrier lasted all of 0 seconds. The second the silver ball impacted its surface, it was thoroughly shattered, raining down on the surroundings and blasting debris towards Elise and I. Not that it matters at this point, we are so fucked! I closed my eyes and prepared for my end. The demon¡¯s oppressive roaring was abruptly cut short, and my body was not blown into a million pieces. I opened my eyes to an incredible scene. As if someone had pressed ¡®pause¡¯ on the universe, the glittering diamond debris was frozen in front me. Not far behind the diamonds, was the glimmering silver sphere. It had a milky texture, and where the diamond made impacts on its surface it reacted like liquid, sending ripples across its surface. Immediately following the large ball, was the demonic figure. His arm was pulled back, as he prepared for a one handed horizontal slash. Power radiated off of him, his rage channeled into his attacks. Looking to my side to examine Elise, she was a heartbreaking sight. Her eye lids halted midway in the process of closing, her amber eyes filled with fear and welling up with tears. No doubt she was also expecting her death. ¡°*Whistle* Quite the mess you¡¯ve made here.¡±(???) The familiar voice came from my other side and a click resounded in my mind as I recognized who it must be. ¡°Aunt Til¡­¡± Indeed it was my aunt, standing by my side illuminating me with her characteristic stunning beauty. She took hold of my free palm, leaving me with flower in each hand at the doorstep of my demise. Am I going insane? Is this what they mean when they say your life flashes before your eyes? ¡°Now isn¡¯t exactly a great time for a ¡®family¡¯ reunion, but I have a little gift for you~.¡±(Mysterious Til) Materializing between our joined hands, was a 15cm long cylindrical metal tube. ¡°Your parents wanted you to have this¡­ He~he¡± There was clearly more to the story, but I was distracted from asking any questions when she pulled her hand away. The instant her hand was no longer in contact with mine, pulsing energy exploded from the tube and swiftly took shape. ¡°No¡­Way¡­¡± I muttered, dumbfounded by the sight before me once again. The tube was the hilt of a 1.4m long energy sword, looking like something straight out of HALO. It radiated a powerful aura and an incredible glow, like lightning was licking it all over. It enveloped the top of my hand in a spherical dome, cutting off halfway down my wrist. Past my knuckles which was also the top of the dome, it shifted from a spherical shape to a level plane angled at 30 degrees. This plane continued for a few centimeters and slowly split into two narrow, elongated blades. Both sides of the two blades tapered down to a sharp looking edge, meaning I could slash it just about any way I felt like and it would cut smoothly. The separation of the blades became uniform shortly after they split apart, leaving a 5cm gap between them. The whole sword was covered in intricate markings, along which the lightning reminiscent energy traveled. ¡°Oooh, quite an interesting shape it has taken. This is a unique blade made by yours truly with the help of your parents out of Soul Crystal. To call it forth and dismiss it is as simple as willing it to happen. That¡¯s about all we have to discuss¡­ For now. Good luck! I¡¯m al~ways watching.¡±(Til) Naturally, she didn¡¯t give me a chance to respond with one of my many questions. With a large bright smile on her face she disappeared and time resumed, an epic battle for the lives of myself and Elise ensuing. ________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading! Drop some feedback... *sob* PLEASE! But seriously, I have no idea how you guys like the characters so far or the pacing of the story. Do they feel realistic? Do they lack substance? Is the story advancing at a good pace? These things I do not know haunt me at night. Chapter 6: Just Your Average Demon, Part 4 Some stuff has been going on recently... etc, etc. I''ll be continuing the story but I''m not sure how regular updates will be. This chapter was a bit on the shorter side because I just wanted to post something, promise next one will be HUUUUGEEEEEEE. (Maybe) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shit! With barely a second to react, almost on instinct I raised my new sword up in an attempt to block the demon¡¯s monstrous attack. *TSHHHHHHHHHHHHH* An earsplitting noise filled the air as the crystalline sphere shattered into a million pieces, preparing to rain down on me and Elise in a stubborn second attempt on our lives. Before the fragments could get very far though, all of the sudden they all gathered onto my blade. With its new glistening coat it looks even more badass, and somehow even deadlier. [Mmmmm](???) A low baritone voice fills my mind, seemingly far away and yet as if right next to me. What the- In the same moment, the demon is not standing idle. A look of confusion is spread upon his face, but he is not one to underestimate his foes. He¡¯s learned his lesson the hard way, and he won¡¯t make that mistake again. There was a reason he was trapped in the fabric of reality even with his level of strength. Though his spherical attack would have been enough to destroy a small city, something told him not to hold back so he had followed it up with a wide slash of his dark sword. So even though he was surprised the puny creature before him blocked it, he was ready. Not giving Joe a chance to take a breather, the tall dark being decided to kick it up one more notch. ¡°AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!¡±(Big black guy) Flame erupts all around his body, and a glistening milky sheen covers the pure darkness of his blade. The atmosphere howls loudly in agony as his strike reaches an incredible speed. The runes covering his body are all alight and swirling, and it is plain to see this attack contains everything he has. My sword is still raised diagonally after blocking the sphere, and time slows to a crawl around me. Not quite as good as Til¡¯s time freeze, but not bad for my first try. Despite my theory, it wasn¡¯t actually time that slowed down, rather it was my brain¡¯s thought process that sped up. Even at the incredibly slowed down rate of 50000 times, the silver armored blade is still inching its way forward, now less than a meter away. After a quick calculation I made my conclusion, his blade is going upwards of 1000 m/s and accelerating, at this rate it will reach me in roughly 45 ¡®seconds¡¯. With the pressure somewhat relieved, it was high time to think of a plan. The mental strain of thinking at this speed was starting to take a toll, and every movement I made was involuntarily using every ounce of strength I had and much more. This was creating a combination of physical and mental fatigue I hadn¡¯t felt since becoming whatever I had become. In the end the solution is simple. Teleport behind him and lop the bastards head off. I did exactly that, sending an unconscious Elise back to Brunveld¡¯s hospital first. Must have fainted from shock? Probably thought she died. Laughing at Elise, the demon and myself I got in position behind the monster¡¯s unsuspecting back and raised up my new blade. Too easy. As if to mock my thoughts a barrier made of the same silver material, this time with swirling red runes inside of it, blocks my attack to the nape of his broad neck for a fraction of a second before shattering. However, that was all the time the demon needed to react, reigning in his broad slash by pivoting on a silver foothold, redirecting my energy sword to pass harmlessly over his shoulder. ¡®What is this monster? Effortless spatial magic and that ridiculous sword that popped out of nowhere.¡¯ A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he suddenly reconsidered fighting this thing. The pressure the sword exuded was too much, and now that his fear quelled his bloodlust it was starting to take its toll on his mind. He had initially planned to block the attack completely, but was met with a mountain of resistance. Luckily for him, Joe did not have his thousands of years of practice with a blade and was still able to manage a parry. His demonic instincts to serve a strong master kicked in, and he decided bargaining for his life was his last chance. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Suddenly as I considered my next move, the demon said something unexpected. ¡°Truce!¡±(Demon) Some kind of trick? No matter, I¡¯ll humor him. ¡°Speak your piece.¡±(Joe) I kept it short and simple, not letting up on my guard or accelerated thoughts for a second. ¡°You are clearly much more powerful than I initially thought,¡± All of the sudden the two of us are standing on a silver platform swirling with red runes, some kind of much more stable version of the energy he uses in his attacks. This is getting awkward¡­ Is he about to try and suck me off?! As he spoke he advanced and slowly got lower, until he was on his knees in front of me. This is the universal demon language for complete submissiveness, knees curled into the chest with the forehead on the ground. ¡°I swear on the council my eternal servitude to this venerable Master. Should you not require my service, you may strike me down.¡± Of course he really hoped this human wouldn¡¯t, he¡¯d been trapped for who knows how long with shit all to do after all! [Fea¡­sss¡­tt](???) That voice again! I thought I was going crazier than I already am. For a moment I forgot the demon at my feet, my lack of response making the guy more and more nervous by the moment. Too bad for him though, those moments of pushing myself to my new limits was incredibly taxing. Not to mention the abrupt shift from battle to recovery was also a bit of a shock, I seriously needed a second to wind down! I took those moments to examine my newly acquired killing machine in more detail. No¡­ It couldn¡¯t be? Right? Right? One of those swords that can talk to the owner and always has useful or funny things to say?! Some of my favorite novels came to mind, in some of which I liked the sword more than its owner. As I reminisced, the demon was past nervousness and ready to have his life forfeit. It was in bad manners to ignore a pledge like this after all, he didn¡¯t even consider that might be what was happening. Yet he had sworn on the council, betrayal of that oath was not possible, thus he awaited his inevitable fate. ¡°Oh! Yeah, yeah, sure thing.¡± I swear I have Attention Deficit Disorder or something. Suddenly a blue light carrying a divine aura envelops myself, the demon and my sword. Whatever this is might be confirming my theory¡­ Don¡¯t these kinds of games/stories/anime have some kind of convenient screens!? Peeling my gaze from my sword¡­ ¡°Wait what!?¡± (Idiot Joe) ¡°Thank you, thank you, Master! This unworthy one will strive to be of use to you in any way you may possibly require!¡± His relief stricken mind failed to even register his new Master¡¯s exclamation at the end. The blue light may not carry much meaning to Joe, but he knew better and to him it reconfirmed his Master¡¯s strength. ¡°Err¡­¡± What the hell would I need this four armed freak for? He¡¯s the walking definition of a demon! ¡°Ahem, do you have a name?¡±(Master Joe) ¡°Basgiuxarh, Master. And do not worry, of course as a 4th tier Celestial class arch-demon I can change my appearance to whatever may suit your needs.¡± The 4th whatever said this with no small amount of pride, and I got the impression his venerable Master should already know what he¡¯s talking about. This one sentence of his left me with quite a few things I wanted to bring up, first and foremost though¡­ ¡°You can read my mind?!¡± Chapter 7: Just Your Average Status, Part 5 Upon hearing me, Basgiuxarh''s face contorted into one of surprise. ¡°Master¡­ Do you know what the System is?¡± He asked this with a look that said ¡®Don¡¯t hit me for saying this¡¯. This guy might have some answers for one of my many questions¡­ ¡°No, go ahead and explain whatever that is. While you¡¯re at it you may as well throw in where you came from and who you are.¡± Once my demon was done fixing his hanging jaw, he managed to start sputtering out a sentence. ¡°R-Right¡­ Okay, well the System was put into place by the Council-¡° He gaged my reaction to this word, and upon seeing no recognition he continued. ¡°Which is a group composed of the 12 rulers of each plane of existence, that is made to show you your progression along the path to power.¡± He paused to see how I was doing, it was all making sense so far and it must have shown on my face. ¡°It is accessible to any creature with enough intelligence and mana (practically 0 is required) by saying out loud or in your mind ¡®System, show status¡¯.¡± (Professor Demon) ¡°As for where I came from-¡° ¡°SYSTEM!!!! SHOW ME MY MOTHERFUCKING STATUS!!¡±(Hype Joe) WHOOOO SCREENS! Shit might start making sense around here! A glorious blue panel materialized in front of me after a long tension building pause.
Notifications: OFFSystem Status Plane 13
Name: Joseph AshtonRace: Half-Human (??)Gender: Male
EXP: 58/100Tier: 1 (MAX)Level: 1
Titles: Unwanted Heir, Ignorant, Master of Basgiuxarh
VIT: 3658END: 6254Health: 99120 (Regen:#/100 per minute)
STR: 4827AGI: 4861(#*#/1000) Physical Capacity: 23464.5N
INT: 16472WIS: 12(#*#/100) Magical Capacity: 1976.6Mt
SPI: 18Mana: 1435482/1648400 (Regen: 1800/s)^Maximum values calculated at dangerous levels to individual
Skills
Ashton Inheritance: (Limit breaker), *10 to Magical Capacity, +16000 INT, +3000 VIT, +4000 STR, +4000 AGI, +6000 END, +1200 CHR.
Limit Breaker: Your stats no longer affect your physical appearance.
Unwanted Heir (Title): Nobility will have a tendency to automatically dislike you on sight.
Extreme Mana Manipulation: Gain the ability to sense and manipulate huge quantities of mana with precise control.
Mana Sensing: By surrounding yourself in a thick sphere of pure mana you are able to sense anything in a (1.7km) radius
Sex Drive: Increases physical lust by 500%, lasts until deactivation.
Teleport: Materialize at a location using a clear mental picture.
Mana Modelling: Forcing huge quantities of pure mana into physical shapes has given you the ability to make things out of ''nothing''.
Mana Flight: An extremely ineffecient way of moving in 3 dimensions using pure mana.
Ignorant (Title): +50% chance to miss the obvious.
Form of Nephilim: Take on the appearance of a Nephilim. Gain +100% affinity to light, Damage taken is reduced by 50%, Damage dealt is increased by 10%, Regen is increased by 100%, Gain the ability of flight.
Mana Copying: Use pure mana to make an exact replica of something you have intimate knowledge of.
Extreme Body Enhancement (Mana Induced): +200 END, +600 VIT, +800 STR, +800 AGI.
Mana Healing: Use pure mana to increase targets regen rate by 1500%.
Unstable Time Warp: A long abandoned and widely forbidden form of magic for travelling through time, this particular skill is even worse though since it is highly unstable.
Extreme Thought Acceleration: Condensing huge quantities of pure mana into your head like an idiot allows you to ''slow down time'' for a short period at great risk to yourself. (Don''t compare this to my Time Stop you little brat.)
Master of Basgiuxarh (Title): Basgiuxarh will follow your every command and is unable to attack you or your close family. Also allows Basgiuxarh a few privileges to better serve you.
I think my demon started talking at some point while I was examining my stats, but he was thoroughly ignored. My stats are absurdly high!! All thanks to Ashton Inheritance and Extreme Body Enhancement they were insanely inflated. It looks like the average human should have 50 in each stat, though my intelligence even without the inheritance is over 400! This is a lot of information to digest¡­ This is basically telling me my family had some secrets. I didn¡¯t understand what it meant by max tier or plane 13, but one thing is for sure. My magical capacity is ridiculous¡­ A quick calculation told me that if I did release all my mana explosively like that, I could annihilate everything in an almost 1000km radius and burn everything else for another 3000km after that. No wonder it says calculated at dangerous levels to myself, I doubt I¡¯d survive if I was at the epicenter of that kind of explosion. Hmm¡­ Unwanted heir? My family is some kind of nobility?? Why is my race Human with question marks after it? I¡¯m some kind of space nobility? Then I noticed something weird (as if being half-human wasn''t), it says my inheritance gives me +1200 CHR but there¡¯s no such stat listed. So there¡¯s hidden stats? CHR usually stands for charisma¡­ I guess that would explain people¡¯s attraction and fascination with me since I received my inheritance, my charisma stat is 24 times everyone else¡¯s! (Assuming they have 50). All of these skills make sense I guess, they were a result of me playing with ¡®pure¡¯ mana. The system is making it sound like a big deal what with referencing it all the time, I made a mental note. It looks like Til heard me talking about my Extreme Thought Acceleration and altered my skill¡¯s description. Does that mean Til is responsible for this System? Though Basgiuxarh mentioned something about a council... I had so many questions and judging by Basgiuxarh¡¯s non-interjection to my thoughts, he didn¡¯t have answers for me either. Or maybe something else is preventing him from answering? Argh.. There was one more thing I was curious about, notifications are OFF?
Turn notifications ON?
Yes? Nothing happened, so I pulled up the status window again. Everything was the same with the exception of notifications which now said ON. By the way, the status screen felt like it was overlapped onto something like a second pair of eyelids. I could open and close them, though weird, and it gave me piece of mind knowing blue screens wouldn''t be my death in the future. Satisfied for now, I refocused on my surroundings and the giant babbling demon in front of me. He was getting really into a story about how he destroyed a planet or something, but the view was much better and concerned me much more. The city of Paris was alight with red and blue, and I could hear what sounded like gay men screaming but it was too consistent for that. Ahhhh, police sirens. They¡¯re flashy battle did not go unnoticed and it looks as if they had caused a huge panic. Causing panics, being one of my specialties, did not really faze me that much. Though the view was nice, it was getting annoying listening to the sounds of this big city. ¡°-giant volcanoes right? So I channeled all my energy into the molten bedrock surrounding me-¡± (Basg) ¡°Shut the fuck up, we need a change of scenery.¡± (Joe) My words hit my faithful servant like a hammer, causing him to look crestfallen. Screw that guys feelings though, he was talking about some pretty fucked up shit he did to the people on that planet. As much as I wanted to ignore him, some small part of me registered his words. ¡°I nickname you Bass by the way, like the fish not the sound.¡± Still pouting but somewhat cheered up from being given a nickname, Bass asked ¡°So where are we going? Shall we take over this planet or maybe destroy it? My senses are telling me that this place''s inhabitants are incredibly weak. Not to mention that as far as I can tell there are many children below us that would hit the spot perfectly, hopeless and yet-" "You don''t need to know, no, no, and hell no. First of all this place is my home so don''t go getting any ideas, second why would I want to eat children?" (Joe) I couldn''t keep the irritation out of my voice and with every word he shrank back a little. Now that he was bound to me, we could feel each other''s exact strength, and wow was he ever weaker than me. He was like an ant, for him the pressure must have felt enormous which would definitely help in making him my bitch. "First we need to go someplace public, so you''re going to need to change into something more normal and human looking." On second thought... I used Mana Modelling to make a full size replica of Albedo from Overlord without wings or horns. Pulling up my status window shows that used about 80000 mana. "Actually, I want you to take this form. That''s an order by the way." The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. He looked a little uncomfortable, but he immediately and diligently went about transforming himself. A dark miasma came from his pores and surrounded him in a thin veil. The figure slowly shrank. Dismissing my other Albedo, another thing struck me. I don''t really want to stand out either, better deactivate Nephilim form. Though it came with many benefits and gave me a few ideas for other forms I wanted, right now it was unnecessary and just drew attention. Deactivating was much more comfortable than activating, like the feeling of a relaxing dump except all over my body. Looking much more human, I checked on Bass'' progress. He was now the same height I was, by deisgn, and his miasmic veil was getting thinner and thinner. Then, all at once the cloud was dispersed in every direction. Standing before me was an exact replica of the statue I had made, with a few differences. For one, ''she'' was much more attractive than I had intended. Probably Bass'' pride to be the most beautiful demon or something? Also, I don''t remember covering my statue in tattoos, but there it was. "Ummm, what''s up with all those designs?" (Joe) All over her body from her neck down was covered in the same swirling red runes that Bass had had previously. "Not that I''m against it... Nevermind, it totally suits you." The swirling and intricately detailed patterns on her body made her all the more interesting. Her face was faintly Japanese, like a hafu, with extremely beautiful and soft features. Her white dress hugged the curves of her body very nicely, while also revealing a ''tasteful'' amount of tattooed thigh. The thick straps of the tight dress hung on her arms mid-bicep, with gloves covering up to the elbow. Her dress was too long, and swept whichever floor she was walking over. "While I don''t exactly have a gender, I feel more comfortable as a man you know..." (Bass) "Save your complaints, my mind is racing a million miles an hour thinking of all the consequences of what you have shown me..." For one, it seems I can create abilities by throwing around tons of mana with a goal in mind. Bass sat in silence as I pondered. Pulling out my sword¡¯s handle I focused on it intently. There has to be some kind of ¡®Analyze¡¯ skill. Right on queue ¨C
Unknown
Massive amounts of energy are barely detectable within, 99.9999% chance to be an explosive.
Skill aquired: Analyze
A mysterious and ancient skill, said to use the owner''s knowledge in conjuction with whatever the system deems them worthy to know.
Slightly excited to see what it will reveal about the actual sword, I willed it to unsheathe itself. "Whoa!" Bass exclaimed dodging the extending blade by a hairs breadth. "Good thing I have fast reflexes else that would have been a horrible accident huh boss." "Yeah, wow, what an accident that would have been." (Monotone Joe) Damn I missed, anyways...
Unnamed Soul Crystal Blade
Tier 1 weapon. A torrent of raging emotion rolls off of this blade. The crystal is of the highest quality, making this a legendary and unprecedented treasure. Not only is this an unstoppable blade, it is also something of a mana battery though using the mana inside will slowly consume the blade. It seems to be passively absorbing mana from it''s surroundings. Current charge unknown.
I have mixed feelings about this skill, it''s giving me some useful information but I can also tell that it''s holding back on me quite a bit. Perhaps they will improve as I go. Unnamed eh? After a quick moment of thought, I proclaimed "This blade shall now be known as Ashbringer." This name allows me to honor my parents a bit who supposedly helped create it according to Til and reference WoW at the same time. I am a true genius. [Kukuku, quite a few funny misconceptions you have there son. Nice name, I think I shall take it.]
Title earned: Wielder of Ashbringer
Original wielder of the legend in the making, Ashbringer. +100% damage while equipped, inflicts splash damage on hit, several more unknown effects.
Misconceptions? .. Silence. Hello?? After fruitlessly talking to myself for a while I decided that Ashbringer had no more interest in talking to me and reluctantly moved on. Next up for inspection was my newly acquired genderbent slave/friend. She squirmed under my gaze, which I tried to keep from admiring the goods.
System StatusPlane 13
Name: Basgiuxarh ''Bass'' DusmusRace: Arch-DemonGender: N/A
EXP: --Tier: 4Level: 100 (Plane-up unavailable)
Titles: From the Flames, Mass Murderer, Harbinger of Doom, Sadistic, Sworn Slave
VIT: 2687END: 2152Health: 48390 (Regen: #/100 per minute)
STR: 1986AGI: 1684Physical Capacity: 3344.4N
INT: 1554WIS: 26Magic Capacity: 40.4Mt
SPI: 1.4Mana: 74654/181900 (Regen 140/s)^Maximum values calculated at dangerous levels to individual
My first conclusion is that she is much weaker than myself. For now the numbers don''t mean a whole lot to me but the two maximum capacities give me a rough idea of what I''m looking at. I''m hoping once I get a look at Elise''s status things will start making more sense. I assume we are crazy strong and this is reinforced by her scary titles. For some reason it''s not showing her skills or the effects of his titles, but I get the feeling the only thing showing me so much about him was the fact she''s my slave (I know it says gender N/A but in my mind she''s a woman from now on). Still with the screen in my vision, I focused on the words "Plane-up unavailable" that followed her level. This whole plane business was seriously bothering me and I wanted to know what it meant. I focused my intense thirst for knowledge onto the system and hoped it would cave, giving me a skill or just what I''m looking for. After a staring competition with an imaginary screen-
Analyzation
''Level: 100 (Plane-up unavailable)'' Upon reaching the maximum level of 100, a ''Plane-up'' is available. Please return to the plane you achieved this feat and try again.
I can work with this... So 100 is the maximum level upon which you can move to a higher plane? It doesn''t sound very appealing, you''d be leaving behind (presumably) your entire world and old life. If the plane and tier are connected, then that must mean that Bass is from plane 4? "Yes Master, I spawned in the 5th plane and advanced after centuries of slaughter- I mean training, to the 4th. Then that bastard-" So your tier is the highest plane you''ve reached? That must mean I''m from the first... Bass stopped her rambling mid sentence, crashing and burning in the middle of a word to stop and look at me wide eyed. "M-master is from the f-first plane? That place is truly a world of monsters, I understand how you beat me so easily now..." She spoke with reverence and a tinge of fear. I decided to be truthful with him since his mind reading ability must have deemed this a subject she can help with. "While I''ve never been there myself, I have to assume both of my parents were." "Might I have the honor of knowing Master''s family name?" Bass asked tentatively, as if she thought I would actually say no. I figured what the hell, it''s not like it''s a big secret or even an uncommon last name. "Ashton." Before I finished the word Bass had fainted, and would have face planted onto our silvery platform, had it not faded with her consciousness. Suddenly free falling and more than a little curious as to his reaction, I checked the time and decided to go meet up with Elise. It had been a little over an hour since I sent her back to the hospital. I was really caught up in those screens ok? And Bass just talked her ass off the whole time, probably told me her whole damn life story. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Failfish on everything I''ve ever promised about this story lmao. So you''ve probably noticed updates getting slower and slower. It has to do with a combination of lack of free time, inspiration and writing skill. I learned a whole lot about writing on this maiden voyage and found that there is a lot more to it than meets the eye. It doesn''t help that all my inspiration has been towards concepts that don''t work at all in this story, and if I were to start again I feel like I could make it a lot easier on myself. That said I don''t think I''ll stop writing this one, updates will just be slow like they are now. There''s also so much more to this hidden in my notes and future chapters, it''s so frustrating not being able to tie it all together or just reach those points at all! Mostly because it is a broken mess, sigh... Let me know your thoughts lol. Chapter 8: Just Your Average Lair, Part 6 I catch Bass, possibly accidentally feeling her up at the same time but probably not, what are the chances of that happening amirite? I focus on the hospital once more and this time the passengers of my teleport are my demoness and I. Appearing crouched in a familiar dark corner, I can tell right away the public is freaking the fuck out over something. News reporters line police roadblocks, and men in blue are swarming all over hospital grounds. I noticed a hungry look coming from the beautiful demon beside me, despite having just woken up and on top of that being in an entirely different place she was staring at all the people like they were juicy steaks. ¡°Down girl!¡± I whisper-yelled. Bass let out an incredibly cute whimper that I did my best to ignore. Damn! That was too much, she almost had me taking my words back. I put my reunion with Elise on hold for a minute as I conducted some much needed research. ¡®Analyze¡¯,
Name: Samuel BelliveauStatus: Mana-DeprivedTier: 13
Level: 71Profession: Police OfficerAge: 53
VIT: 66END: 32Health: 980 (Regen disabled)
STR: 68AGI: 75Physical Capacity: Disabled, Altered
INT: 48WIS: 2.3Magical Capacity: Disabled
SPI: 0Mana: N/A
¡­ I may be a bit more of an anomaly then I realized. I analyzed a few more officers from the shadows, getting similar results except for one. An important looking woman in a suit with decorations all over it has an abnormal status by the standards of everyone around her.
Name: Alicia RamirezStatus: Mana-DeprivedTier: 13
Level: 86Profession: Special AgentAge: 30
VIT: 91END: 57Health: 1480 (Regen partially disabled)
STR: 72AGI: 95Physical Capacity: Low, Altered
INT: 138WIS: 7Magical Capacity: Negligible
SPI: 1.5Mana: 26/14500 (Locked)
She was already level 86! The other officer¡¯s levels mostly seemed to hover around their age, though the higher the age the level seems to lag behind more and more, indicators of a peaceful life? Then there was this woman, who has been to hell and back in comparison. On top of that, her magical potential must be extraordinarily high to be able to blossom a little bit despite the harsh environment for mages. However her status is still extremely weak compared to myself or Bass. I peel my gaze from her alluring body and try to refocus. Expanding my senses to their limit, Elise is nowhere to be found¡­ Not really feeling like finding out what¡¯s going on in this place, I teleport once again, this time to the roof of the local police station. Appearing out of thin air may have caused her some trouble. Having lived in this town makes it fairly easy to blink around the place. Surprisingly, my teleport is fairly efficient and the cost recovers itself in under 10 seconds. Like I had suspected, Elise is in a holding cell and the two policemen who aren¡¯t at the hospital don¡¯t seem to know what to do with her. She¡¯s a suspect by association with me, but her circumstances are bringing the legal systems gears to a screeching and awkward halt. Hmmm, I don¡¯t really want to cause a scene¡­ Well, not a BIG scene anyway¡­ Maybe I¡¯ll just turn her invisible? It¡¯s so simple it just might work, though really just about anything would work and this was just for fun. I was now getting used to the feeling of mana pouring out of me, and with a little bit of extra guidance from me it could accomplish its task with a bit more efficiency. Though still incredibly inefficient¡­ To surround Elise with my mana took a quarter million units, and another couple thousand to give it its objective. The way I turned her invisible was kinda cool, I made each unit of mana take a certain number of photons, carry it through Elise and wait for them to bounce back, and once again carry it through her to the other side. No photons bounced off of her, rendering her completely invisible.
Skill Acquired: Photon Guidance
Using a cloud of mana and the manipulation of light, can render objects invisible. A basic application of the idea.
The two men took a little while to notice, but then finally one looked over and had the anticipated reaction. ¡°Oh my Atlanta!! BERT!! Come look, that chick¡¯s gone! She really can just disappear¡­¡± Suddenly he shuddered and a look of fear dominated his eyes. His friend came running over and reacted the same way. ¡°All that stuff she said Rob¡­ Is that all going to h-happen? No way right?? ROB TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!¡± (Bert) He broke down into a hysterical mess and his friend was quickly overwhelmed and followed suit. That was much more dramatic than I thought it¡¯d be¡­ Of course I never lost ¡®sight¡¯ of Elise, and her sinister expression was adding to the mystery of the situation. Fuck it, I don¡¯t care. The officers ran out of the building, leaving it completely empty. I jumped down from the roof and leisurely walked in the front door. Bass followed suit and walked in tandem with me down the halls towards Elise¡¯s cell. I made sure to dismiss the invisibility cloud so I could admire her beauty and make our reunion more dramatic. Bass was made aware of our purpose here as we walked through. She was about to meet her competition (the demoness succumbed to my charisma long ago). Finally we rounded one last corner that lead to a hall of cells. The steel bars may as well not have even been there as me and the demoness calmly walked into Elise¡¯s cell, the bars strained and groaned but easily gave way under our relentless assault (aka slow walk). ¡°Lise, baby, I¡¯ve come to save you.¡± I put on a cheesy grin and did my best to distract her from the beauty at my side. ¡°Oh yeah? And who¡¯s this?¡± She gave Bass a cold and calculating look from head to toe, and the demoness reciprocated. ¡°Hmph, impressive for a puny human master, but what is this one¡¯s significance?¡± Bass¡¯ tone was so haughty and arrogant it nearly made me cringe, she sure knew how to belittle someone. But why would she find Elise impressive?.. No offence to her. ¡®Analyze¡¯
Name: Elise PelletierStatus: HeightenedTier: 13
Level: 31Profession: ConsortAge: 23
VIT: 39 (+200)END: 24 (+200)Health: 980 (Regen disabled)
STR: 31 (+200)AGI: 58 (+200)Physical Capacity: High, Altered
INT: 214 (+300)WIS: 15Magical Capacity: 7.71Mt
SPI: 9Mana: 51526/52900 (Regen: 900/s)^Maximum values calculated at dangerous levels to individual
Skills
Profession bonus: +500 CHR, +100 INT, passive increase to beauty.
Body Enhancement (Mana induced): +200 VIT, +200 END, +200 STR, +200 AGI, +200 INT.
Wow! Not bad at all, she even has a skill like my [Extreme Body Enhancement] though a bit weaker¡­ Oh, that was probably my doing¡­ I don¡¯t know if I unlocked her mage potential for her or not, but she is already fairly powerful in that area! I had assumed before when analyzing the police force that I couldn¡¯t see if they had skills or not, but Elise¡¯s status changes that. Skills must just be extremely rare, not even that special agent had one. Besides the one I gave her, she has another from her profession, consort¡­ Consort to who?! That two timing bitch!
Analyzation
''Consort'', Consort to Joseph Ashton. Duh, dumbass, you are technically nobility.
I knew she wouldn¡¯t cheat on me¡­ Wait, are we even an official thing yet? I assumed so and so did the System looks like. I interrupt their war of words and stares ¡°Let¡¯s leave the getting acquainted for later, this is my demoness slave, her nickname is Bass.¡± They¡¯re cheeks both tinged red upon the first half of my sentence, though I think they misunderstood me¡­ A happy misunderstanding, I¡¯m sure. Recovering from the bout of embarrassment, Elise pouts at me ¡°You find a demoness that looks like Albedo, make her your slave and name her after a damn fish!? The hell happened after you sent me away? THANKS FOR THAT BY THE WAY!! Do you know how weird that was for me?? And some of those policemen were real assholes, I had to deal with so much shit-¡± ¡°Will you relax? It all worked out and I sent you away for your own safety. I don¡¯t know if you remember that big guy attacking us, but that was Bass and we had a somewhat epic battle. Anyways I have a lot on my mind right now and I really just need to go build a huge underground base and start a little project I¡¯ve been thinking of.¡± Everything I was saying went over as well as one would expect, until we got to the last part. My girls had very different reactions, Elise looking very surprised and Bass looking very excited. Of course I did not fail to notice that Elise must have watched Overlord. This must be looked into later. ¡°When do we start? I can¡¯t wait to see my Lord¡¯s magnificent lair.¡± Bass spoke with reverence and reverted to a more formal tone as she sometimes does. Elise¡¯s face spoke volumes of her dissatisfaction with a beautiful demon revering me as her Master. However she didn¡¯t say anything about it, and looked like she was thinking of ways to outshine her competition. I¡¯ll let her mind stew on it for a little while, hehehe. ¡°Ahem, alright girls let¡¯s get going. I¡¯m thinking someplace secluded, how about Antarctica?¡± (Joe) ¡°Of course he needs a lair in Antarctica, this guy is drunk on power and going full super villain¡­ Yeah I don¡¯t see why not.¡± Elise tried to mumble to herself but I easily heard her, and she must have known I would be able to¡­ Try as I might I can¡¯t figure out why she would say that out loud, or what her end goal was. That calculating look is telling me she is more than she seems. Bass can tell through our contract¡¯s selective telepathic link that I am a bit apathetic to mostly everything, and probably assumed I was a super villain already. Thus Elise¡¯s words she also heard had no meaningful impact on her. Unceremoniously I wrapped us all up my mana and focused on rematerializing the three of us in Antarctica. I knew it was to our north, it was far away and just a white expanse. Having only ever seen pictures of the place I used this rough guide and hoped for the best. COLD! COLD COLD COLD! Okay it¡¯s actually not that bad, the temperature difference is just shocking. Compared to my companions my reaction was incredibly subdued. Where I just shivered, they both fell to the ground hugging themselves. Unexpectedly Bass was the one who looked to be in more pain. Though I suppose she does have the title [From the Flames]. I wrapped them up in warmth, probably using mana but it was just a natural thought and feeling for me. All around us was an endless sea of white. The snow beneath us was harsh and unforgiving and the air felt like a blade in the lungs. Elise was the first to comment. ¡°Y-You d-d-dick¡­ You c-could h-haf done t-that first..¡± Her teeth chattered and her pronunciation was bad, though I guess she can¡¯t be blamed as she was still warming up. Whoops, probably could have. I made a mental note. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Bass was much quicker to recover, and refused to do such an embarrassing thing as chatter her teeth or comment on the scenery. ¡°Master, that magic you use is quite strange. I don¡¯t sense any pattern at all, ofcourseIamnotquestioningyourmightymagic as I must just not be able to comprehend its complexity.¡± (Don¡¯t hit me face) Something was telling me once again that honesty is the key here. ¡°Well how do you use magic? I just kind of throw around mana with a goal in mind.¡± Her eyes popped out of her head, and we proceeded to have a lengthy conversation about our magics. According to Bass she¡¯s never seen anyone do anything like what I do with my mana. Other people have to chant or use magic formations to give their mana a will, whereas I can just use a lot of it to get the point across¡­ Bass herself being a demon has natural demonic affinities, and a talent in runic magic. The tattoos swirling on her body allow her to do the things she does. ¡°Hey, that¡¯s great for you two, but let¡¯s just do what we came here to okay?!¡± Seems Elise got a bit fed up listening to us. ¡°Don¡¯t be jealous babe, she¡¯s just a slave after all.¡± (Casual Pimp Joe) This caused Bass to let out a little ¡®Muu¡¯ but visibly cheered up Elise. ¡°Then without further ado¡± I spread my arms wide, ¡°Let¡¯s get base building!¡± Rapidly releasing 1.5 million mana into the air with the goal of construction¡­ Was explosive. A door opened in front of us, looking like a little igloo, which only contained stairs moving down at a 45 degree angle. ¡°Stairs?!¡± Elise started groaning and complaining, but I paid her no mind. The construction of the stairs was easy, the inside of the base however was taking all of my concentration. At 1km below the cold barren surface a luxurious hotel with 2 rooms was taking form. After a quick 2km walk down some stairs another door opens into a giant spacious room, carved right out of the earth. This spacious room was one of two, and was the general living area. Though it lacked any form of furnishings at the moment, I could easily see a big couch near one of the corners with a giant T.V. to match. Maybe some consoles, virtual reality headsets, super computers¡­ I CAN SEE IT NOW! But with ¡®only¡¯ 1.5 million mana to work with for the moment, I held off and just focused on carving the earth out to my specifications. After walking along the spacious room¡¯s path down the middle, and through an intricate looking arc made of shiny polished rocks, we arrive at the ¡®Master¡¯ bedroom. For now it literally just has a huge bed with no sheets in an empty cubic room. The square footage of the whole place discounting the stairs was probably around 5500. Not bad, not bad. In ignorance to Elise¡¯s pleas, I decided we shall walk down the stairs at a nice slow pace. This was so I could have time to recover my mana, but Elise must have thought I was trying to torture her. She has a weirdly strong dislike of stairs¡­ --A long and complaint filled walk later-- Now with the underground lair complete and a full tank of mana, of course it¡¯s time to¡­ GET EVEN STRONGER!!! BAHAHAHAHAH! ¡°Alright, sorry ladies but I¡¯m going to need some alone time now. You guys can just hang out in here, get to know eachother and such¡­¡± Oh shit they are going to have nothing in common, wow that will be awkward. I mentally apologized to Lise, but I had some big ambitions and they were not going to be useful in achieving them. I made them a couch to sit on together at least though. No, I couldn¡¯t be bothered to give them something to entertain themselves with, sue me. I¡¯ve been thinking about this for a while now, I have so much mana that I throw it around in the 100¡¯s of thousands with reckless abandon. This allowed me to make broken skills, but while amazing they are also wasteful. If I can achieve the same broken effects with less mana, my skill set will become many times more combat feasible in a conflict I can¡¯t resolve after a few moves. However since I have no magic teacher, I¡¯m just going to make it up as I go along. As my man Waldo once said ¡°Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.¡± I have a feeling that I¡¯m going to get a ton of notifications, so I¡¯ll ignore those for now. First I have to get a good look at what I¡¯m working with. I find a suitable corner of the cave and turn it into a lab so sterile and contained that even the world¡¯s best scientists would be jealous. I shape it like a sphere with a 10m radius around myself in the center, the material I use is mana repellant and once I am fully enclosed by it the mana density in the room becomes manyfold stronger. This makes the construction of a platform of an entirely different material much easier. The goal I had in mind when telling my mana the material was ¡®Something that won¡¯t get in the way of energy, but also won¡¯t divert it from its path. No idea what that will be. The platform goes across the spherical rooms center all the way across, with sealed exits to the cave at either ends. There are no railings, and the sides flair out as they touch the wall and connect seamlessly. I had started to get a weird feeling in the middle of building, and it only grew in intensity as I went along. I fell to my knees in the center of my new room. ¡°Cough, aghh, Cough ughhh.¡± My vision swam and my stomach felt like emptying. I used almost all of my mana, with a measly 500 left out of nearly 1.65 million. My regen however brings me back up to the amount an average human has in total in a handful of seconds. ¡°Noo, this is a good thingg, it gave me a great idea on how to do the next part.¡± I guess I¡¯m talking to myself now, but I am a bit delirious at the moment. I focused on trying to cause something like a reverse mana explosion- ¡°AGH!¡± All of the sudden I feel a bit more mana leaving me to do my bidding and it leaves me feeling even worse than before¡­ I am an idiot, why did I think that would work when I don¡¯t even have enough energy to make it happen. I sat my ass down on the uncomfortable material of the catwalk and began ¡®meditating¡¯. I close my eyes and clear my mind, only allowing meditation.exe to remain running. Mana¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­..¡­Mana¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­. Come to me¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­. you bitch¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ Get inside my tummy¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­I¡¯m gonna eat your ass up¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­Ooh it¡¯s working!.................................Whoa chill mana¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­I¡¯m still here¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­..Nah girl I wouldn¡¯t do you like that¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ No, baby, come back¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­..BABY!!! I snapped out of my meditative state in a panic, wondering why she would abandon me¡­ Before quickly realizing I have already drained my room, and being sealed off it has no way to replenish itself. I have some kind of womanizing complex don¡¯t I¡­ This whole room gave me 180 thousand mana. I have no idea if that¡¯s how much I used for the platform and finishing touches, or even how much was in the ambient air before. I¡¯ll abandon that train of thought for now. But this is exactly what I wanted anyways, my natural regen will do me fine for now. With my goal of completely voiding the room of mana complete, it was time for phase 2 of my project for getting stronger. I didn¡¯t want any mana in the air messing with my results as I perform experiments. I already understand that my mana can follow my will, so by that logic if I have a set of guidelines already in place the possibilities are endless. Essentially I plan to create a programming language my mana will know how to read, and create giant 3D ¡®magic¡¯ formations in this room. Using the English language as my base, I assign all 26 letters their own 3 dimensional shape. Starting with A being a normal 6 sided cube, to Z being a 31 sided triacontakaihenagon. I had to google all of my shapes names. With my magical language complete, I just need a way to bring it to life and then power the sentences to force the world¡¯s energy to carry out my request. I¡¯m not sure yet if I will have to continuously power it to keep my effect active or if it will be self-sustaining. I figure the best material to make my formations out of will be mana, extremely thin wires of it to be exact. Using this method I drew the formation for ¡®Flame¡¯ and just in case it¡¯s overpowered I also drew ¡®Do not harm your creator¡¯, which hopefully works¡­ The shapes all wrap around a little revolving core of much denser mana. Now in front of me I have a jumbled mess of wire. I need to find a way to power all of my words and continue powering them continuously¡­ -Hours of tinkering later- ¡°MOTHERFUCKIN EUREKAAAAA!!!¡± Drunk on joy I yelled the phrase I had been thinking of since I started actually struggling to figure something out. It was all about the rpms! My formation took on a beautiful quality after many iterations and successes in disguise (failures). The outer layer consists of two spinning bands that encase my ¡®words¡¯ into a spherical ball. While the bands are in motion it looks ghostly and ominous, like it contains unlimited power. The dense mana ball I had put in the center to look cool at first turned out to actually be useful in the end. It¡¯s a bit complicated to explain how it works¡­ But try to imagine something like an electromagnetic field made of mana being projected within the entire area of itself, then being reversed back through my formations by the little ball. I can compound the effect at this stage by adding a burst of energy, allowing me to essentially charge up spells exponentially. Though this takes a lot of mana, and even without using the compound effect, these formations are incredibly useful. I found out earlier it doesn¡¯t matter if you ask it not to burn you¡­ And that I shouldn¡¯t write anything dramatic. I had tried ¡®All consuming flame¡¯, and I was even using a different iteration of my formations which used a shell of spinning bands instead of just 2. It ran me dry before I could burn a hole in the fabric of space.. Good thing I hadn¡¯t been on a full tank. Once again I tried the formation of plain old ¡®Flame¡¯. The whole design was as big as my head and obediently stayed in place in the air, having no concept of gravity. I moved it 5 meters away from my face and sent a stream of mana to get it started. A few hundred mana is all I will be using at first. The bands begin their hectic rotations and fade from sight. And in their place a flame comes roaring to life! It is as big as the formation was (it was designed with this amount of mana in mind), and a faint pulsing can be seen coming from the center. Though the fire is fairly spherical in shape, the flames licking off of its sides and top are reaching for the skies. This flame is feeding itself with mana and oxygen, since I did not specify in its instructions to purely use mana. It¡¯s more efficient this way. Now to test the charging ability¡­ Timing a release of my mana with another pulse, the fire easily doubles in size. However it does not take double the mana, more like 1.1 times more and it is now self-sustaining on top of that¡­ This magic is broken, I can¡¯t wait to see what happens when I try it outside the lab. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- :D Random bout of inspiration haha, let me know how you`d like to see the girls POV`s (Their own chapters, squeezed in or somewhere in between).