Author Note1:

Is it Wrong to try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? is own by Fujino Omori and Warhammer characters is owned by Game Workshop.

Author Note 2:

I rewrite the chapter 5 and, at first, plan to separate it into 2 parts. As the moment of uploading this chapter, I'm about to finish the second part and realised it needs about 2 more to balance it out. So I decided to upload this one first and will rearrange all the chapter after all of them is finished (and a new Chapter 9 Ains Wallenstein was rewritten of course)

Author Note 3:

Happy New year, Mate!

- Chapter 5 -

Gathering Storm

THE QUIET OFFEND SLAANESH, THINGS SHALL GET LOUD NOW!

Lefiya couldn't sleep at night. Her dreams became more and more vivid since her start practicing the lore of heaven. Lately she had a nightmare, about people being tortured, raped, and killed, only to find out it really happened the next day. For the first few incidents, she wrote it off as a coincidence. However, after she saw the tenth victims, she was frightened. Her first thought was to warn the next victims before the killer get to them. Lucky for her, she didn't.

That's why she was not dead yet.

Not knowing what was the best cause to do, she resorted to the only one she trusted, Balthasar Gelt. Before he left for Orario, he gave her a crescent brooch with a clear sapphire gem. It was a trinket that Balthasar created by entrapping the power of Azyr and Chamon into a tangible form. Its potential was nigh-limitless, but he only told her a few.

The brooch he kept in his pocket gleamed with bright blue light. Balthasar knew this meant only one thing, His apprentice ran into trouble again. '

'Took her long enough'

He still spent the time with his mother as per their agreement. Freya insisted that she gave him a lap pillow treatment while stroking his hair which looks exactly like hers.

Many men would kill to get the similar treatment he had right now.

He knew too well the temptation of pleasures. In this life he inherited more than enough gift from his mother to create the harem for himself. Alas, to live happily ever after was nether his goal nor his destiny. Not when the chaos threat loomed over the entire realm.

Getting up, he excused himself for a moment, disregarding a protest from his mother. He focused his mind of the brooch, one moment he was with Freya, another his mind meld with whoever was using another brooch in the pair. Their thought became one, he could see through her eyes and she did his.

The first merge went as badly as he expected, Lefiya mind was untrained, unfocused, and undisciplined. Her thought ran all over him, all her secrets were unearthed, and it's so annoying.

'She's now have a crush on me! Ulric teeth, why this have to be even more complicated'

A puppy-love, nothing more, nothing less. Had he not lived his second life, he might have return the feeling. Cursed the naivety of children mind. Why can't he just came here fully grown.

"Vivid dreams? Seeing future? It's terrifying isn't it".

Lefiya tightened, nothing could ever escape that boy.

"Yes" she replied "every night I saw someone murdered and find out it really happen the next day. I'm scared, Balthasar, help me".

Fear of the unknown was common among the mortal, but for those who practiced arcane arts, there was worse fear, fear of the incomprehensible.

"It's fine, I'm with you now. Let me see what you saw".

Their mind merged further as Balthasar dug up her memories. What he saw was a gruesome scene, a twisted act of hedonism. The culprit wasn't quite looking human, nor any other civilized race that can be found here. He was sure that what he saw was not a monster, even though there were tentacles and spikes and marked sign seared into its flesh as if it was a mutated beast.

Mutation. Assault. Rape. Torture. Murder.

F#$%!)(*&%

SLAANESH

To make things worse, Chaos cultists are like a cockroach, if you found one of them, there are hundred more in hiding.

Now it was all cleared. As he suspected, the worshippers of Slaanesh found this realm and by the look of it were conducting some sort of sacrifices. Too soon, too soon.

Some drastic measure needed to be done. A sacrifice had to be made.

"Lefiya, go to my room, next to my bed will be a drawer. there will be a white crystal on the second drawer. Then go to the bookshelf opposite the drawer, right across the room. The third shelf from the bottom, there is a white notebook with a gold trim, took it with the crystal to your home. When you reach your home, open the book on page 66, draw that diagram on the floor with the white crystal. Do not leave your house until I am there. Things about to get worse"

'What!' Internally screamed the young elf 'What the hell!'. The instruction given was long and sudden, and she didn't prepare for it. Lucky for her, their mind had merged so it was engraved within her subconscious. Still, getting into another people room alone was not appropriate even when the owner told you to, but Balthasar had no choice less he told her about what to come. He would prefer she not knowing about it at the moment.

Their time was running out.

"I trust you. Do not disappoint me. Stay safe and ready for a fight"

Balthasar backed off from their mind link. Turing back to his mother, he encountered an angry face. Apparently, his mother didn't appreciate anyone walking out on her for any reason, not even her son. Her jealously shouldn't be underestimated.

"It's that elf girl, isn't it?" angrily asked Freya "Isn't it, son?"

F#$%! )(*&%

He needed to come up with an excuse, fast. That when it hit him. Freya was an envious goddess, pitting her with his enemy of the same sphere would surely enrage her. 'It's not a lie, Slaanesh corruption is in Melen. I might even have her help on this matter' Balthasar told himself. 'This should work. But I need to calm her down afterward. Killing two birds with one stone.'

The room temperature dropped. It's now or never. "You should see what I saw". With a flick of his wrist a spell was cast. A simple illusion to make Freya saw the gruesome scene he had saw. With that a simple introduction about Slaanesh would be sufficed to enrage her.

UNLESS SOME HIGHER POWER DECIDED TO FUCK WITH HIM AND SHOWED FREYA SOMETHING ELSE

The vision Freya had was vivid, same as the vision she had when she was pregnant. This time, what she saw terrified her. The cry for mercy mixed with the insane laughter left a scar on her mind. Shocked and Afraid, Freya was shaken. The vision took her even further.

The entire world created by and for the act of extreme hedonism, the six circles of pleasure, and in the middle of it all, the palace of Slaanesh. The entire realm was an embodiment of mortal dark desires: Avarice, Gluttony, Carnality, Paramountcy, Vainglory, and Perfection, which all stemmed from the master of the realm. In its dark throne sat Slaanesh. A god with many title; She Who Thirst, Prince of Pleasure, Lord of Excess, Dark Prince, Prince of Chaos, and so on.

As a goddess of love and fertility, Freya could not stand for this abomination. Slaanesh must be destroyed at all cost. If her power was not sealed away when she descended from heaven, she would gather an army and march into the daemon realm herself to lay waste upon that bitch once and for all.

"Send everyone, kill them all. I will be damn before I let a spawn of the four-arm whore desecrate this world"

The room temperature plummeted. An eldritch snow storm loomed over Orario with Freya at its eye.

'What the hell is wrong with this woman?' thought Balthasar. As wondered what triggered this goddess so much Balthasar realized that everyone else were horror-stricken. The room was freezing due to Freya wrath. 'A bit too extreme but I could work with this'

"No, you will not. You better to kill them now. No one walks into the realm of chaos and back alive without their sanity intact if they are alive at all. Plus, they are coming at us, like right now"

All this development was too sudden, but Balthasar already had some trick in his sleeves. He didn't need to establish an army because he knew he already got one. All he required was being himself, his old self.

Summoning his staff out of thin air, Balthasar eyes gleamed a golden light. Backing down from his mother and walked to the middle of the room, Balthasar slammed the staff on the floor, casting a spell. His bastardization of Transformation of Kadon might neither allow him to become a mighty manticore nor a fearsome star-dragon, but it did allow him to become another man. And a man he was in his past life was a powerful wizard indeed.

Within seconds, he changed from 10 years old boy into a fully-grown man in his late thirties. His skin was gold, his face was seared and turned into a gold-mask with five spikes radiated outward, his body, well, was sexy as hell. Also, he was naked since rapidly aged for 27 years destroyed any clothing he wore at the time.

'That was not how I remember it. I think I'm not in this good shape the last time I checked it. Something is wrong here'

His spell might not be as good as he thought it would be, but he couldn't be mad at the outcome he received from it either. No man would be mad if he turned a 10/10 by accident. As long as he was powerful, Balthasar would not mind how he looks, much.

Seeing that his mother started to have an inappropriate thought, he conjured himself his old equipment: a yellow robe with red trim, the amulet of sea gold, and the cloak of molten metal. The last two artifacts were replicated using Balthasar's divinity as a source and their potency were even much greater than the originals.

"It quite disappointing that I lose all my fighting abilities after all those years of suffering from you two. At least I am capable of turning entire Orario into gold"

A bold statement. The one that made his peers stunned in both awe and fear. To everyone else that were present, the executives of Freya familia, it was just a miracle happened in front of their eyes. To the two old warriors, however, Balthasar had returned to his former self. The one who would stop at nothing to protect what he cherished, even if that means heresy and betrayal.

Turning to his mother, he was met with a face mixed with rage, joy, fear and a face of a woman turning on. Gods had no concept of a proper family structure, so the concept of incest wasn't a thing for them. Gross but there was nothing Balthsar could do about that.

Mother nature gives no fucks about manner and etiquette.

"Let me handle this."

To lessen the tension, Balthasar unbounded the spell and transformed back to his original 10 years old self, becoming naked again. He conjured a similar cloth to wear, the difference was that it was smaller, more adorable, and less powerful. His overall power was lowered, unless he tapped into his divine reserve. His speculation was that: Divinity + Wind of magic = Uncontrollable self-exploding power/ Extra-large scale devastation/ Worldwide daemonic invasion or any combination/permutation of the three.

That's one theory he deemed too risky to test

As a goddess, Freya was impressed. She never thought that a mere 10 years old boy in front of her would have this much potential. As a mother, she wondered what kind of monster she had gave a birth to. For good or for ill, the fate of this world might depend on how she raises her son. She grabbed young Balthasar by the arm and tugged him in, hugging him and patted his head.

"What could you do that they cannot, Balthasar?"

Before the answer was given, Balthasar could only just smile. Everything was going just as planned.

- Meanwhile -

- Melen -

Lefiya remained in her home, nothing happened to her or her family yet, but Balthasar warning should not be overlooked. Her trip to Helborg estate went with no problem since she went there with Balthasar many times the neighbors stop caring about it. It was not her first time enter Balthasar's room either, but she still felt uncomfortable about it.

'Come on Lefiya. Just get in there and grab a book. It will be done in 10 seconds'

It was not!

The drawer was enchanted with a protective spell and cannot be open by hand. She vaguely remembered Balthasar taught her how to dispel it, but she didn't quite paying attention at the time. Turning back, she thought about finding a book first just to see that there was no bookshelf there. It was a mysteriously blank space. Another enchantment! This one made things invisible.

'What the hell?'

NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. IT SEEMED OUR HERO WAS TOO PARANOID FOR HIS OWN GOOD. NO NORMAL PERSON WOULD ENCHANT EVERYTHING HE OWNED JUST TO MAKE SURE NO ONE WOULD MESS WITH IT.

'What's that spell again? Counter Spell? Abjure? Annul? Contradict? Disallow?' She ran through her memory, trying her hardest to remember. 'Oh yes, Negate!'

She closed her eyes and concentrated, just as what Balthasar once taught her. Her eyes lit up, her perspective shifted. She searched for a source of the Athyeric energy that lingered on the item. When she found it, she channeled the wind of magic to the source, overloaded the enchantment and disrupted the spell.

"Negate!"

A sky cracked open after the spell was casted. A loud thunder could be heard from as far as Orario. The enchantments on both desk and bookshelves were gone and Lefiya quickly retrieved what she had came for and left. Unbeknown to her, the spell she casted was much more potent than she realized. A veil between the world around Melen collapsed and all the denizen of the warp noticed it.

THE CLOCK WAS SET, THE COUNT DOWN HAD BEGUN

- Lefiya's house-

The diagram in the book seemed to be a protective ward, that what she assumed anyway. It was so large and complex that it took her half a day to complete, when it finished the diagram radiated so much power she almost went blind by it.

'That's it. We're saved now'

NO! YOU ARE NOT! NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!

'Who's that?'

She heard a loud noise downstairs, followed by wailing scream of her parents. 'What's going on?' she grabbed her staff and ran downstairs just to see a gruesome entire living room scene.

The wall was painted red with blood, her father lifeless body laid in the middle of it all. Her mother was still alive but barely, telling her to run away, before a mutated fist slammed at her lower jaws, shattered it into pieces. The killer raises up his head, his eyes was that of a bloodthirsty animal. He laughed as she cried, raveled in her and her mother antagonizing pain.

"THERE YOU ARE, ELVEN BITCH. I AM GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN WITH YOU".

'Impossible, how can that monster get inside'

The murderer planted down his feet on her dead mother face, crushing it litter by little as her mother tried to break free. Alas, no matter what her mother tried to do, it was to no avail. The only thing she could do was only watch and cry.

'Why! Why is this happening? Did the ward fail? But it's Balthasar-kun ward, it shouldn't fail'

The killer enjoyed the moment to its fullest, slowly killing his victim, enjoying the fear in their eyes. Moreover, the little elf bitch observing made it much better. He didn't think it would feel this good. As his feet crushed the mother skull, the daughter could only watch in horror. It seemed that her mind went blank from the shock. Good. The bitch was now an easy prey and he was going to enjoy so much form breaking her.

"PRAISE BE SLAANESH. GLORY TO YOU, O' THE DARK PRINCE. I, YOUR MAGNIFICENT CHOSEN, HAS CLAIMED A SATISFYING REWARD!"

He walked slowly to the girl, leaving her mother corpse behind, but not before wiping the brain from his foot with her body. "WHEN I AM DONE WITH YOU. YOU WILL BE MY SLAVE. YOU WILL WATCH AS I TORTURE THE LIFE OF THE ARROGANT BOY WHO CAME TO SAVE YOU. YOU WILL ENJOY IT, YOU WILL! AND WHEN I AM DONE WITH HIM, YOU WILL BE THE ONE WHO ENDS HIS LIFE"

Her mind went blank. Even though she saw her parents murderer approaching, her body could not move. She could not even think. Her mind was in chaos, not really sure even what to feel. On one hand, she was terrified and feared for her life, on the other hand, she wanted to die right there, at least she would die together with her family. As her will to live about to extinguish, she could only hear one voice that constantly rang in her head. It was a voice of a boy she had a crush on screaming one word, over and over.

Fight!

Lefiya saw her parent murderer moving close, she tightened her grip on her staff, if she was going to die, she would die fighting. The killer was about to lunge at her when she started gathering the wind of magic around the area. Her eyes gleamed with bright blue light, her staff was saturated with the power of Azyr. When the tip of the staff connected with the tentacled arm that reached to grab her, the killer was sent flying. That bastard crashed through the wall of the living room and flew onto the street.

Gathered herself together, Lefiya prepared for her first spell, Wind blast. As she concentrated and gathered the power of Azyr, the sky itself was roaring. A sunny day with a clear sky suddenly turned dark as if a thunderstorm was brewing for hours. "You will pay with your life. For my father, my mother, and for all of your victim" Proclaimed the elf mage aiming the tip of her staff at the murderer.

" I will bring heaven's judgment and I sentence you to die"

The killer, as if was insulted, raged and screamed. This supposed to be easy, but the girl resisted. He got up, bellowed a thundering cry and rushed back into the house with frenzy. What just happened was a lucky shot, it must be, how could a little girl push him away and through the house wall with just the tip of her staff. No matter, he would kill her first and think about it later.

As he rushed in with an intention to kill, a mighty gust of wind blew him back, much harder than before. A wind so mighty it blew half of the house and everything across the street away, crashing into the stone wall of the building behind them.

The damage to his body was severed but that was nothing a blessing of regeneration couldn't take care off. Getting himself free from the rubble, he saw the bitch, the same girl he just killed her parents, was looking at him right in his eyes. Her eyes radiated a spark of blue lighting and she was casting another spell.

He hurried on breaking himself free, but he was too late. The spell was casted, and a giant blue thunder struck down from the very heaven, right at his body. The thunder burned away his unholy flesh and decimated his very soul. His vision faded away, he cursed his fate. But before death claimed him, he realized his fate, a fate worse than death for he sold his soul to a daemon. As fear took control of his mind he heard the daemon cry of frustration.

"USELESS SLAVE. ABSOLUTELY USELESS. WHAT DID YOU HUMAN USED TO SAY? IF YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE RIGHT AND PROPER, YOU NEED TO DO IT YOURSELF?".

He tried to find the source of the voice, but it was too late. His body was lifted and thrown into a gaping maw of darkness, into the realm of chaos itself. Only pain and misery awaited him now.

Lefiya was terrified. The adrenaline rush was over, she just killed a man, a terrible, mutated, daemon worshiping and an absolute monster in human form, but he was human nonetheless.

Out of the shadow came another, a daemon. It spoke with a terrifying voice that promise agony and misery. The killer broken body was thrown into a black pit that the daemon created, and now it was looking at her. The fight was yet to over.

Lefiya prepared to cast another spell but she was too slow, the daemon lunged forward at a staggering speed, revealing its true form in a process. The daemon was the keeper of secret with a size that towered her destroyed house. Seeing no way to escaped she closed her eyes and said her last prayer, it's time she joined her family.

When she opened her eyes, she was cradled in an arm of a grown man in late thirties, his body clad in gold, his face was an un-emotional golden mask, yet he was so familiar. "Calm" said her rescuer, with that her consciousness was taken away.

N'Kyris was denied of its prey. The keeper of secret was about to its victim, but no, someone had to intervene. The second interruption occurred when it tried to pursue the interloper, two old human warriors flew in and lobbed off one of its arm with a sword. Looking up, it saw hordes of mortals falling from the sky, all of them tried to stay clear from the daemon.

"SO, THE RESISTANCE ARRIVES. NO MATTER, THE PLAN WAS PUT INTO THE MOTION. SOON, THE RIFT WILL BE OPEN, AND THE SACRIFICE WILL BRING FORTH OUR MASTER" With that it started rampaging across the town. Before its peers arrived, the daemon would have some fun with these mortals first.

- Few moments ago -

- Orario town square-

High rank adventures, fully armed, both from Freya and Loki familia gathered together and separated into various regiment. The town locals were confused since all of them seemed to be ready for war, surprisingly not against each other. The executives from both familia gathered and stood in front of their peers alongside the man with a masked clad in gold. They all listen to his speech, not by choice but they were commanded to. No one in the line knew who the golden man was, but he was influential enough for their goddess to lend him her full support, so listen they did.

"Many of you might not know who I am, nor I will introduce myself. All you need to know is that Melen was in peril and only us can change that. We are about to go into a war zone, and your top priority is to get the citizen out of town. You are about to travel to Melen in an instant and you will be falling from the sky. You will do your duty, you will serve with distinction, and many of you will die for a better future. Now prepare yourself" said the golden man before he vanished with the entire group.

- Current time -

- Melen -

After he teleported all his soldier from Orario into the sky of Melen, Balthasar, in his old self, rushed in to save his apprentice just in time. With the immediate threat gone, he carried her back to her room where the magical diagram was at. The diagram itself was not a protective ward but, in fact, was a summoning circle. As everyone was scattered across the town to evacuate the citizen, Balthasar, Kurt, Ludwig and the executives from both familia gathered to prepare for the second phase of daemonic assault.

"You all saw the daemon during your fall. No normal weapon can harm it. Leave the bastard to me, I need all of you to escort this girl to safety" He pointed at Lefiya while looking at Loki familia's executives "She's the one".

Before anyone can protest the overkill of manpower to escort just one girl, the meeting was interrupted with multiple loud explosion across the city. The warp rift was here, and daemons poured through it like a flood, the entire host of Slaanesh was here.

"Go, Now!"

He commanded and channeled his godly power to cast his ultimate spell, Auric Bastion. Melen was enveloped by a gold-mystical dome, which only allows the mortal to get out but not back in, for daemon, however, touching the light would spell banishment.

With the executives gone, Balthasar, Kurt, and Ludwig walked into the torn down house previously owned by an elf family, the living room was a mess, what had not been blown apart was covered in blood. Seeing the corpses of his apprentice parents, Balthasar kept a stern face. There was no time for a mourning. The train of thought that he didn't share with the other two.

"If we were earlier, they might still be alive"

A naïve statement from those who didn't see a big picture. Paying no attention to that, he walked into Lefiya room and gave out a sigh of relieve when he saw that the summoning circle was intact. Only then he replied to the foolish statement from his peers.

"I will not take an unnecessary risk to teleport everyone here when the circle was unstable just to save two more people. The war against chaos cannot be won without a sacrifice".

Yes, no matter how high the price he had to pay, the end would justify the means, for failure was the end of the world. There was nothing he didn't willing to do even though many might hate him for his decision when they know the truth.

He started channeling another spell, this time the entire summoning circle lightened up.

"If my suspicion was correct, this might be able to tip the scale in our favor. If not, then we are absolutely fucked"

The reaction from the two old warriors was total confusion. They had no idea what would the supreme patriarch was going to do, such a mind of people who were not used to magic. He continued

"I refuse to believe that only three of us came from the world-that-was. There must be at least a thousand of us that was reborn here, lived their new life, carved a legend for themselves. Heed my call, my fellow survivors from the End times, I summoned you. Chaos is back, and we are in all of this together. Heed my call, and fight!"

The summoning was a success, a bright light beamed down from the very sky itself at Balthasar location before spreading out in all direction. When it faded, raised thousands upon thousands of soldiers, wizards, heroes of legend. Some were a familiar face but some he had no idea who they were.

"I, BALTHASAR GELT, COMMAND YOU ALL TO FIGHT!"

- Chapter 5 end-