Maxwell allowed a small grin to grow on his face. For a hopelessly generic looking kid, he met three of the most important requirements on Maxwell's list for success. He does not wield a large impractical broadsword, he probably has some skill and he acts hopelessly gullible, which means materials can be gained from him in the future.

"Go on, go on!" Maxwell yelled from the sidelines, gaining only a look filled with confusion in return.

Raising his left eyebrow, the purple-haired boy let out a sigh before slowly drawing out his blade. "And who are you supposed to be?"

"Well he's my new hub-"

"I am an outsider who is being sexually harassed by this alien dipshit!" The black-skinned man yelled, cutting off the slime. He then pointed a finger their general direction. "Now Oswell, go attack her as she won't be abler to focus on me with that sword of yours."

"Oswell..?" The kid gave his surroundings a quick glance over. "Who's that?"

In response, Maxwell pointed at the only other male in the immediate area. "You, mate. Who else do you think I'd be talking to?"

A tic mark formed on the shorta's forehead. "My name is Luka," he stated with some slight hostility in his voice.

With a mocking grin plastered on his face, Maxwell walked over to him and gave the shorta a hearty pat on the back. "Whatever you say, Oswell."

Luka frowns, mostly likely unhappy with the name Maxwell came up with for him. "I will deal with you later, as there is a more dangerous threat in the area." The purple-haired shorta now turns to the slime, which to Maxwell's surprise hasn't assaulted time at anytime during the intermission. "Can you please leave? You're scaring everyone and putting their lives at risk."

Yep, he said the P-word. Of course, now everything's going to go back to normal… not ya twat, Maxwell internally grumbled, with a misleading smile on his face. Allowing his displeasure to surface probably wouldn't help the situation.

"I could… but I need someone to be embraced with~ Maybe you could do~" The slime then lunges forward, her lower body losing its human form.

"Ahhh!" With a mighty cry Luka steps forward, slashing his sword in a downward fashion in an effort to bisect the creature.

"And… he missed," Maxwell mockingly drawled out in an announcer's voice. It appeared that having a good sword did not automatically equate to having actual skill unlike what his primary reasoning provided. But this required greater investigation. "Oswell, is this your first battle? I mean you have a worn sword, yet you swing with the ability of a toddler."

"Th- That was just a taunt! The next strike will hit, I promise!" Oswe- err, Luka responded in a shaky tone. It seemed more like Luka was attempting t motivate himself then convince Maxwell otherwise.

The slime on the other hand grew a smug grin on her face. "Oh, those this mean that I am your first? How about you let me take your other first," she said before oozing into Luka's boots.

"Woah!" Luka exclaimed as the sudden intrusion.

And I'll just stand here, and throw useless advice like a generic background figure. "Look kid, press 'A' to spin attack! For a chance of critical damage utilize "A" + 'X'!"

"What?" Luka swung once more, and like the previous attempt, completely missed his target with his lodging itself into the ground. He then quickly backtracked, removing himself from the slime's goo. "Ick, now I'm going to have to wash these again."

"Not to be a wisecrack or anything, but that is the least of your troubles, Oswell," Maxwell commented, pointing towards the now sloshing slime girl.

The slime girl reformed herself into a human female figure. "Ahh, you don't seem much like a warrior… so you should stop swinging and start breeding," she taunted, jiggling her butt all the while.

Well, time for me to step in. Can't let the kid di- err.. get raped, after all. Maxwell quickly looked over his surroundings and spotted a wooden chair through the window of a house on the left. Running towards the house, the man leaped in through an open window, grabbed the chair and leaped back towards the scene.

"Heave ho!" Maxwell yelled out as jumped up and brought down the chair from over his head, with said chair making contact with the slime's general body area. To his surprise, the chair did more damage then expected, with the slime being thrown off Luka's leg area and some other pieces of slime flying around in the air.

"Oswell, use your special attack move!" Maxwell yelled through staggered breathing; knocking that slime away had given quite a bit of knockback in return. "Especially before she reforms herself!"

Luka gave the man a quick glance before taking a crouching position. Taking an unnecessarily deep breath, the shorta yelled out, "Whirlwind of Carnage!"

"Dang, you actually have a special attack?!" Maxwell exclaimed. I mean, having a special attack before having any actual skill, is moving into generic protag lands. And in the eyes of our protagonist this was not a thing to be proud of.

"Of course, I do," Luka grins. " What kind of hero would I be if I didn't?" He then leaped forward in a manner akin to that of a cat's, and began twirling around, sword being held by both hands.

Apparently, kingdom hearts can teach you a thing or two about fighting! Maxwell quickly backed away to the sidelines. The last thing he needed was to get impaled with that sword. Now that would be the deux ex machina of bad ends!

"Owie! So, mean…" Lasting cuts and slashes appeared on the slime girl's body as the 'Whirlwind of Carnage' repeatedly made its mark against her skin. Any attempts to regenerate were quickly overlooked as the sword kept hitting its mark, until she finally had enough with the repetitiveness "Fine, you want me to leave? I'll just come back later…" And with that she oozed back into the forest.

Bearing a wide grin, Luka turned over to look at Maxwell. "I did it! I beat my first monster!" He yelled out ecstatically.

"Naw man," Maxwell said, placing a brotherly arm around him. "Oswell, we did it. For the power of friendship conquers all." And they both stood still, staring into the non-existent sunse-

Not.

In response Luka just shoved the man off him and futility requested him to call him Luka.

Looking up, Maxwell squinted upon spotting two specks in the sky, who's brightness resembled annoying, bright strobe lights. And they seemed to be… colliding with each other? Not even ten seconds later he saw one of the make contact with the ground, not unlike what had happened to him earlier this day.

But unlike that event, he was forced to stumble due to tremendous shockwaves being released from the epicenter of the crash. In any case, Maxwell's 'gamer' sense was kicking in. And it was telling him that this was a major event for the 'protagonist' and that he should just leave Luka alone for the current moment. Last thing he needed was to be written off as a side character.

"Sorry friend. An adventure awaits me and the audience does not wish for me to trail behind you. I think. I'm not really confident about my knowing's about of what goes beyond the wall," Maxwell said, placing a 'brotherly' hand on Luka's shoulder.

"So, you're heading off now?" The shorta just decided it would be best if he ignored the majority of what had just came out of Maxwell's mouth.

Maxwell nodded, clicking the roof of his mouth his tongue. "Yes, touché!"

"Well, I have to go and investigate that crash from earlier and then after that, I will continue my quest to slay the Monster Lord to bring peace to the land! For it is both hero's duty and such is the will of Ilias," Luka replied, bringing his sword back to its sheath.

"I see," Maxwell responded. It appears that Luka is heading towards Anime plot #B-4: Kill the Big Bad dude… or dudette. Kid's probably gonna end up with a female sidekick by the next time we meet up. If that happens. "I wish you luck on your quest, Oswell."

"Mggh…" Gaining a sour expression upon his face, Luka turned around and made his way towards the forest.

Now that Maxwell thought about, he hadn't heard or noticed Luka comment on his darker skin, despite the fact that this world's population was most likely majority white-skinned. We coud learn quite a bit from this lad…

Grumble~

Maxwell's stomach reminded him that he hadn't consumed anything in the last 18 hours and that he was reaching dangerously low hunger levels. It was probably thanks to the adrenaline and the surreality of the recent events that he hadn't been to affected by this fact.

But complaining about the lack of food wasn't going to help anyone in this situation. After all, if he the actual protagonist died off so quickly, it would probably hurt his book cred and the end result of that would of course be the great weeping and crying of the 2000s.

So there Maxwell went, right back into the house he had stol- borrowed the chair from. Now that the threat of a fellow human being taken out had been eliminated, Maxwell now had the time to enter through the front door; like any respectful citizen would do.

To his right, there was just a standard stone stove accompanied by a couple drawers screwed together in a random pattern along the wall. The whole setup was quite abnormal as said drawers seemed to be bolted into the wall with pikes instead of the usual bolt setup he was used to seeing.

And above the stovetop, Maxwell spotted a shinning bright gold sword stabbed into a slit in the wall. Taking it into his hands, the man took an generic anime swordsman stance and swung it a few times. On the last swing, the blade flew off the hilt of the sword and wedged itself into the ceiling.

Looking back and forth between the hilt and the blade, Maxwell awkwardly placed the hilt on top of the stove. "Well, swords play never was my thing in the first place. Maybe I should stop shitting on Luka so much."

And to his left, there was an adequately small sized wooden table with a stone pot placed in the center of it. The table had wear and tear on it; most likely from long years of use by its owner and the fact that it was well… wood. Approaching the table he placed his palm against it to examine said table. "Well, fuck." The table obtained a hand print at the point of contact. Obviously, this was a low-end cheap dollar tree look-alike table. Who the hell makes these things anyway? And what do they even use?

But other than that, and the fact that the house doesn't seem the contain a bed or any reasonable sleeping quarters, the house appeared to be moderately above average for the current technology available to humans at the time.

And by 'above average', Maxwell meant that the house didn't smell, or have mud and random shit placed haphazardly placed around the residence. It seemed like his priorities have stemmed away from simple electricity, water, food and Wi-Fi.

"Now that I think about it, two of those things aren't exactly 'simple'…"

Maxwell didn't spend too much time dwelling on his logical fallacy and proceeded to rummage through the various cabinets in the room. While this would seem like pretty shifty behavior to anyone morally responsible, the man could justify this as being payment. After all, as a fellow helper to a hero and a fighter of monsters, the least he could get was some hospitality.

"I call it the give n' take tax, courtesy of Maxwell n' Sons." The man commented while bringing up foodstuffs. With in the span of ten minutes Maxwell came up with four loaves of bread, 6 strips of bacons and a small canteen of water.

It wasn't the kind of meal Maxwell looking for, but robbe- err, beggars can't be choosers. Well they could, but starving to death would be a pretty shit way to die. Dragging himself away from those thoughts, the man suddenly turned so fast, he feared whiplash from the action. Something had caught his attention, and it was shiny.

Holding the shiny objects in his hands, Maxwell stared at it with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. "Now this is the end game." The objects were bright solid gold coins, near-identical to those shown in cartoon. Tallying them up, the man came up with a final count of twenty gold coins.

Now this was definitely ten times better then the crumbled dollar bills in his back pocket. They probably would be useless in the medieval look alike world.

And he had spent more than enough time looting, as the sound of generic villagers flooded his ears from a distance. Finding out what happened to those who were caught looting with his specific skin tone first hand was not on the top of Maxwell's priorities, so he made his departure quick and easy, also snatching the wooden chair as means of defense. My safety is above all others.

"My house!" A generic sounding voice yelled out in the distance. "Those Ilias damned monsters must be hanged!" He spewed out in anger.

Man, I made monster to human relations that much worse! Maxwell could barely contain the giggled from within. "Time for me to spread my influence throughout the world, for a brand new era must be born… The Maxwell Era that is."