14XX/5/1 Johannes Calendar

First Day out of many more to come…

How should I say this? Umm, let's just say shit got weird really fast.

Back in my universe or Japan as I love to call it, there was this strange rumour of holes appearing out of nowhere, spewing out strange monsters and such. The locals call them Youkai, as it means spirit or demon. To be fair, I've already saw Youkai type and I knew that the one the rumour said is wholly different. What kind of monsters that kills their prey by raping them to death?

But woe is me, my employers told me that I must investigates these 'caves' as she puts it. I never actually saw it myself, only heard it through the staff's gossipy mouth. How am I supposed to find one?

Well, my job became easier as one of my old-time friends actually saw the hole and witness the creature going in and out, bringing their prey in which somehow followed them willingly. Like the fuck? How does that make sense? Are these monsters hot like my Youkai employers? Last I heard, my buddy says that they look absolutely horrifying, like H.P Lovecraft decides to combine a naked woman with some eldritch abomination in some kind of horrid animal husbandry. BOI, the fuck is going on?

I don't like how this is going on, but my exploring itch flares up and here I go, packing up my trusty Karabiner98 Kurz, my M1911.45, and my trusty military bag with all the provisions and equipment needed for extended survival in any harsh environment. This ain't my first rodeo. And hi de ho, here I go on 28 November, just after Thanksgiving and another month before Christmas. Like it matters anyway, I'm not even Christian!

So Hito said he saw it somewhere at the ravine of Mount Fuji, somewhere just low enough to descend, yet hard enough to ascend without proper equipment. Screw it, I've climbed that mountain multiple times, I was used to its harsh environment. But hey, I love the natural beauty of the mountain, makes me feel alive even just for a moment.

It was kinda surprising when we reached the place. It was a tight little crevasse, gently sloping into a dark abyss. That alone would've deterred any foolhardy hikers from crossing it. Not us though, we shimmied our way along the rocky wall with ropes and some pitons. I noticed that there are some notable cracks along the path we choose. Not like the normal cracks we usually found near any cave walls, but linear series of cracks, as if someone tries to make a ladder by carving up holes on the wall. It makes it much easier for us to climb down.

And it does not stop there; we somehow landed on an INVISIBLE platform. Right, invisible like that path from Indiana Jones and the Holy Grail movie we watched in the past. Hito's face was priceless when the piton he uses to anchor his rope fell off. That would be the last time he tries any suspicious looking crack as a piton placement.

We followed the platform into a series of dilapidated metal corridor. The fuck? How the hell did this thing actually exist? Like, who would think it's a good idea to build a freaking facility in the most inaccessible area of the mountain? It's not like it was still in use, the mildew and fungus covers most of the wall, giving off a pungent smell as we strode through the labyrinth. We believe that the one who creates this place is some kind of a government spy-network or terrorist faction, just hiding under Mount Fuji until the time is right to strike. Hell, I even thought this place was created by some hardcore cultist who either died or disbanded before this place even finished. Lots of unfinished floors and walls gave way into eternal darkness of the abyss beyond.

We didn't believe everything were an invisible platform…

We found several chest along the way though, all of them coloured red and its metal foundation coloured in gold. They were not locked, allowing us to witness the treasure it contains. Beside the generic food item (bread, cheese, milk) we also found some clothing and guns. I still remember the guns; we found 2 Desert Eagles, 1 really beautiful flintlock musket and a HKMP5 submachine gun.

The guns disturb us the most. What kind of place this was if they have food and weapons stored in a room? Is this a bomb shelter? It does looks like one, albeit a bombed out one. It doesn't matter, what matters is that the food is still edible, the weapon looks clean and operational, even the musket.

It means that someone really IS hiding down here, and he's not far away.

And if so, where did he go?

Our answer came in the form of an eldritch abomination. It looks like a naked woman was affixed on top of a white crescent machine with green lines going toward the lower region. The rear area has a black ball that looks like a speaker or something. Spikes protrude from her back and some harpoon head levitates at her side, ready to skewer us. It was not the harpoon that bothers us, the woman is naked. Her top human part has no bra, showing off her tits in full nipple glory while she was grinning like a madman. The area at the lower part looks like a section of smooth skin, only for its middle to have a hole that looks-no, that is ACTUALLY a vagina.

What the fuck.

She tries to skewer us like fish with her harpoons, but we're faster than that. I blasted the bitch's head off with my sniper rifle while Hito was busy pounding shots at her vagina with his HKUSP. Fuck that sounds dirty, but that's where he aimed his pistol and it kinda worked, the thing disappeared after our combined firepower. But that's not our only problem…

The shots attract many other monsters in the complex, and as hell we won't stay long!

We booked for the entrance, but we were blocked at all side by its eldritch inhabitant. I personally don't want to know what the naked lady in a flesh flower wants to do to me. Hito shared my sentiment, running like a crazy madman beside me while shooting haphazardly. It was spray and pray for him, not me though, I prefer accuracy over wishful aim. If I shoot, it hits.

Then we found our salvation in a form of a steel door. I personally have no time to admire the design as the same fleshy naked girl blocks the path with her petal of meat. The inside of the thing is a girl, but the meaty part of it looks rotten and damp, as if some corpse has died in it and it was in a process of digesting the meat. For all I knew the woman itself might've been a victim too, being slowly digested from waist up. Maybe that's why her clothes were gone, it was digested first!

Hito and I just go ballistic. We can hear the other abomination closing on us fast behind us and our only way out is blocked by a single eldritch flower. So in desperation, we just dove straight into the thing's…thing. I remember punching and stabbing with my survival knife and Hito just wildly pistol-whipped that hoe to oblivion. Why we didn't bother shooting it in the first place? I just realized that we can just shoot that thing in the face and save us the gory detail, yet we didn't. Fuck.

Anyway, the thing died under our reckless (and stupid) crusade and we decide to claim our spoil of war, the door. Only one problem remains…

The thing chasing us was fast, and it fires some kind of energy beam thing at us. We were caught in that blast as we just opened the door. The concussive blast of the attack pushed us through the door, overshooting the dirt platform in favour of the dark abyss underneath. Our screams echo as we plummet into the unknown depth…

How am I still alive, when my comrade was dead?

No, he can't be dead. If I can survive this, he can too.

How did I end up here, in a warm inn in a peaceful village populated by humans and strange slime girl thing? How the hell did I end up here when I was falling to my death in some dark abyss forgotten even by god himself?

The answer is, I don't know.

Honest! I really don't. All I know is that just as I have done screaming my lungs out and was accustomed by the speed of my descend, I was rudely awakened by a vision of white before impact. Judging by my speed of descend, the impact should've caved in my whole body, yet all I feel is just a low impact, as if I have fallen off my bed.

I knew this is not home as I found myself on a plain of grass, its border of oak trees watches as I spouted every curse word I have in my mental dictionary. I gotta add limp-dicked son of a throat-singing thundercunt to my 'most creative swear word' list. But I'm not stupid, so I while I cursed, I take note of my surrounding. I like where I end up at, a fertile grass plain bordered by oak trees. The grass wasn't too long, which means a group of animals has been grazing this area. Animals' means food and leather, and the herb it eats might help me patch up the wound that surely comes later on. Healthy trees means available bark and sticks as material, allowing me to build some equipment. The land was lush, which means a healthy amount of rain and sunlight is common here. So water would've been a no-brainer. And you know the best part is? The road was well-trodden with traveller, the long wagon-wheel and horse track path gave me a direction to my next destination; human contact.

It was not a long journey, but damn it was a fucking memorable one. The moment I set a step forward was the moment I was assaulted from every side by monster girls. That's the best name for it, monster girls. Why? Because while they are technically monsters, they have the appearance of a cute woman. I found a blue slime that took the shape of a voluptuous woman, complete with a cute face to match with. I also find some girls clad in grey Victorian dress with huge brimmed hat, leaving trail of mucus behind like some kind of slug. But that's not the issue right now; they all wanted to rape me. Yes, as in fuck me senseless. How do I know that?

Their eyes told me everything.

I don't like the idea of my dick stuck in everything, so I ran. I can't just shoot everything I see can I? Especially they want something as strange as my semen. They can ask for money and shit but why semen? Why do they want to rape me? Are they that all desperate? I knew I'm not the best looking guy around; Hito beats me to it with his green dyed hair. I still retain my black hair though. But why?

But they're slow as fuck, and I'm fast as fuck, so I leave them all to dust as I quickly re-enacted the Battle of Stalingrad with the role of a charging Russian. URA!

I was a hardened explorer, and I have travelled through the harshest environment possible using my wit and skill. A simple marathon won't faze me, so I ran all the way from my landing zone to where I am now, a village named Iliasville. All the way, harassed by other monster girls in my path, slimed by blue slimes and slipped on mucus left behind by slug girls. But I made it, albeit dirty and gooey, but still alive and still a virgin dammit!

…Forget that I said that last part.

Iliasville looks…homely. That's the word, Homely. I felt a certain nostalgic emotion welling up inside me as I greeted the astonished green-haired youth at the gate. I don't know; I felt like I've returned home after all the time of travelling solo. I knew this is not my hometown; the guide makes it clear that this is a different village. But I still can't shake the feeling off…

The village is traditional-looking village sets in a medieval time, or so how I saw it. The guards wear European metal armour with distinctive bucket helmet design. They also carry spears and shield, as if they never heard of guns. Small-calibre bullet will ping off those, but a large calibre round by a high-powered rifle such as mine would punch a hole through their armour.

Apparently magic is something of a normalcy here, as they saw my sniper rifle as a magic staff. Well guns are kind of magical in their way; just pull a trigger and boom, you're dead bro. What makes this place even more messed up is that there are even some monster girls that roam around the village, as in the normal pedestrian style kind of saunter. I am a bit wary of them, but a local grandpa assures me that they are actually nice, if a bit perverted from time to time. Yeah, tell that to the ones who ambushed me outside.

I followed the guide to the chief's house, which looks much better than the others. Like a gentleman I was, I decide to relate my story toward the elderly couple over a cup of tea, expecting them to dismiss me as some raving lunatic. They didn't. The aging chief only smiled as he absorbed every word I feed him. On a side note, the tea is DAMN GOOD.

While I was worried that they might question my sanity, I found myself questioning it myself as I listened to the great tale of this land. Once upon a time, there was a powerful god by the name of Ilias who creates the world and everything inhabits it. But one of her creation, a certain Monster Lord decides that she wants more power, so she decides to fight back. Not ripping off Lucifer's battle against Gabriel, the Monster Lord was destroyed, leaving its monster brethren to roam the world as punishment for disobeying Ilias.

So far, I found myself trying my best to not pull my hair at such idiosyncrasies. The fuck is wrong with this world? He said Ilias hated Monster kind with a passion, but if she was the creator of everything, then why the fuck did she create something she hates in the first place? Why didn't she destroy them permanently if she did? And even if she creates such creatures, why the fuck did she make them a creature of lust, making a diet of semen their topmost priority? And above all, why the fuck did everything revolves around SEMEN?!

The chief was a kind man; therefore he decides to give me residence in his homestead much to my refusal. I don't like putting a burden on others, it makes me feel uncomfortable. They are wasting their perfectly good supply of tea to feed a man who can live off the land without giving a damn. I prefer sleeping on top of a tree, watching the night sky as the blanket of black abyss was decorated by a pattern of stars that twinkles like gemstone in the sky.

He proves to be a tolerant man, as he does not push his offer. I offered them something as return, a work of some sort to repay the kindness if I was to stay. It would not be right otherwise.

He told me that I should check out the temple if I desire direction. Now, I am not a religious man, but he asked for it, and he did give me a good tea. So off I go into the house of god.

My first impression of this place is good. This place is beautiful. It was build using white marble with impressive carving and architecture reminiscent to the Roman Empire. To be fair, their helmet and armour kinda reminds me of a Roman legionary. The walkway was a shiny path of marble with illustration of the goddess that shone brightly against the evening sun. The people there was interesting, telling me bits and pieces about the world around me.

I was impressed when I entered the temple. It was way bigger in the inside than outside. The high sloped ceiling gave the impression of grandeur and space when it's actually not that tall. By making a gentle sloping dome with a crystal chandelier stuck in the middle of it can conveys the illusion of height and space when there is lacking in it. I can see the spiralling staircase going not too high from the ground, vindicating my deduction.

I spend my time speaking with the people in the group. Apparently a crisis of faith has hit the country ever since the Renaissance as Ilias has stopped appearing in its true form. The faithful ones still remains here, ready to greet the goddess if god's willing. There's also the fact that a hero has been baptised here, allowing him to go on an adventure before I came.

I also found out that there is some kind of racial integration between two races from the guards too. While I don't mind having a dragon to look after my back I found no appeal or reason to find a monster girl to be raped WILLINGLY. I admit, most of the monster girls I ran away are noticeably more beautiful than their human counterpart, but what the fuck?

I found out that there was several type of job this place had. I was really surprised that there was even a job called Thief. Guess someone finally institutionalized the evil huh?

Anyway, I found out that I was a gunner and adventurer job, which I have mastered both and are qualified for several other type of work. I also qualified as a Guard too, so I can use some moves to subdue my opponent during combat. While I knew lots of Close-Quarter Combat technique, I rather not grapple with a 20 ton demon if I can. After all, that's what my guns are for!

I told one of the dudes that I wanna travel outside to search for my buddies, but he said that I need to be stronger and prove to him that I can survive outside as 'he was tired of seeing new adventurers coming home with a new wife and children.' Yeah…

He said that the best place to test my strength was through the Cave of trials south of this village, it would be a full hour journey on foot, but I can take a wagon and a guide to get there. He says that he'll help me get there as 'he wanted to see my worth'. Goddamnit, is this world some kind of a fairy tale fantasy or something? Proving my worth as a soldier, monsters and angels and dungeon crawling…

Welp, I don't mind stretching my arm for a bit. It would be stupid to rush into battle like some idiot without knowing what they're dealing with. He did say that the Cave is a good place to test my strength, as in test how much skull I can split between each shot. He also said that it would be better if I check around the village for stuff I need, notably their famous Ilias Herb that can heal anything.

Well, if he's buying then I'm in!

News flash, my money means nothing to them. They use gold coins as main currency. HOLY SHIT, do you know how much for one single gold coin like that? It would mean a thousand dollar outside, or even more! But this is Iliasville, not America, so a single coin equals to an equally delicious cookie.

After checking out the village, I realized that there is nothing I actually needed. While the herb looks promising, I don't think I'm ready to trust a single harpy feather to bring me back home. While my black hoodie is not as strong as iron, it still provide comfort and protection when I reinforced it with Kevlar many years ago. What am I supposed to do with a sword anyway?

Well, that's all for now for today's entry. I'm not gonna go to the cave yet, the sun has set and I as hell don't want to walk during the night when there is a warm inn that beckons me. But apparently the inn was closed because its owner was out adventuring. I can break it down, but that would be rude does it? Do you like it if you just went out for a day of orgy and blood and semen fest just to return home to see a douche just lying sleeping on your bed hugging your favourite blanket?

Fortunately, there is a nice old woman named Betty or something. She said that I should spend a night in the inn, as she was taking care of it now. Guess I'm not sleeping out in the open tonight.

So that's the story of my life today. One second I'm climbing a mountain, the next I am running from a bunch of sex-crazy monster girls in a world where semen rules the world. Semen is love, semen is life.

I really need to lay off the Coke…