AN: The other chapters, being revised from an old story I dug up, obviously took much less time to get out. This one was written from scratch so this one may be out of it compared to the others. With school starting up, I have a dramatically decreased month of free time. As usual, I did no revising whatsoever so expect those usual grammar and spelling errors. As usual, reviews are a nice thing and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
[1 Year Later]
You could say that I had a newfound addiction in my new environment. I assure you that I did not indulge myself in any addictive chemical substances. I'm quite sure that it would've have no effect on me anyways. What drew in the majority of my free time was the small library located in the east wing of the manor. Within was stored a great deal of historical data, personal recounts of events, and detailed data logs by a great many researches.
From here, it was where Master Garrosh encouraged me to spend a great deal of time. I may have already been civilized, but I was civilized by the standards of earth. The culture of American would not work here, and the best place to learn more would be growing up learning as a child would. Stuck in a village taught me life of what they labeled a commoner or peasant. I needed to now begin my study of those in the upper social status. How they thought, taught, and acted would be key details I would find useful later on in life. I believed that a good place to start would be watching the nobles around me, but they gave me the feeling that other nobles did not act like them. So I turned to books.
What I found was rare, if anything.
There was no such thing as a typewriter yet. A single book could take a year to duplicate, and a single page might take half an hour. The fact that the library within the manor was this small was a reflection of the expenses and rarity of paper texts. Of course I did not want to break the world inside a room of ancient manuscripts and books. This then brought me to where I was instead of the library where I could usually be found.
The sun had just begun its process to reach the horizon so I had planned to sit there in the gardens for the rest of the day. Master Garrosh, though he had taught me much, still had a ridiculous amount to go over with me. He had decided that I was ready to begin something new which required him to retrieve something not currently in his possession. Where he went or when he would be back, I did not know. All he had told me to do was continue to practice what he had taught me.
I quite simply closed my eyes and let the hard energy run through my veins as what was known to me as Code Breaker began to awaken. I could feel it, almost as if the codes were my soul, as I practically hacked into the system which bound my powers to my body. It was very uncomfortable, not at all pleasant or addicting. The way Master Garrosh had described it; you would think that it was a power which consumed the mind in ambition and craze.
That was not the case, not entirely at least.
His warnings were very thorough and of course detailed. I remembered his words to the point of near obsession. I was terrified of what might happen if I failed to heed his teachings. His first lesson was caution. Caution was what I had shied away from in my first decade of experimenting and gathering resources. Now I had run right into the demon Herzchvrine. I had no doubt he would've discovered me later, but it was unsettling that I hard more or less come crawling to his attention. It was like a criminal on death row approaching the executioner with a smile and hands extended out to be cuffed.
Absolutely and utterly stupid.
That happened because I lacked caution, so now I would make sure every choice I made was filled with nothing but caution. He went over everything he knew of the world's dangers. Like any sane person, he covered the creatures of the lands that would seek to tear me limb for limb.
I was taken by surprise at the number of different species he listed off, that list including the Acolyte, Orc, Goblin, Cyclops, and even a Succubus. I shivered at the thought of such creatures actually coming after me. He even went as far as to name the [Creeper], [Undead], giant spiders with its smaller variant being the [Cave spider], and of course the retched [Silverfish]. I had not encountered any when I had first explored the nearby stronghold and for that I was thankful. They were not difficult to kill per se but more a rather irritating annoyance… a disgusting, tiny, fucking annoyance.
He listed me the regions and even specific regions of where I would encounter these creatures, ways to avoid them, ways to befriend them, and of course the fastest ways to kill the,. The Acolyte, being one of the many which I had no familiarity with, was a four armed bipedal with hardened stony skin. Swords and spears were not recommended to killing them, so a mace, hammer, axe, and even a shield for bashing would be more efficient. The reason being was that this skin was an exoskeleton. A sword put pressure on one point and failed to get through. A blunt weapon put pressure on an entire region and could damage internal organs. The goal was to cause internal damage enough so that they were either too weak to fight or died from the inside.
He told me about the human's I would need to watch out for. King Hudner, the king of Alkaline was one who brought up. He told me that he was an honorable man and would do anything to keep justice within his realm, but his wife was a viper. While she too had the state of her realm within her mind, she also was willing to do more… darker deeds to keep it so. Bandit hotspots were pointed out and that also led to a story about our late predecessors and the many bandit brigades who ravaged the lands. The story, being rather short as it was, was still a very important memory for me. It was when I realized what the future laid out for me.
Two days into our travels through the dark forest, we had stopped by a small stream where he had begun to point aspects of the terrain, flora, and fauna and what significance they held. Things such as simply the poisonous plants and ingredients for useful remedies were brought up.
"What do we call ourselves?" I asked Master Garrosh, interrupting his lesson. He gave me a scowl, though mostly because I had halted his speech.
"I've already told you, we are called many things by the people of the many realms"
"But I don't want to know what they call us. I want to know what we call ourselves," I retorted stubbornly. Master Garrosh crossed his arms and glared at me annoyingly.
"Titles do not define who we are," he spat back.
"Well we can't just keep saying our ancestors now, can we?"
"We called ourselves Guardians," Garrosh said. I was surprised that he had given in so easily, but there was also the fact that I had just learnt what we labeled ourselves as.
"isn't that a bit… I don't know…"
"Cliché?"
"Yes, it's just so… cliché."
"You wanted to know," he grunted after letting out a loud snort. "Look a bit closer at the word, lad. What does it mean?"
"Guardian means protector of sorts, yes?"
"Guardian means protector, but it also means caretaker, custodian, warden. We were the peace-keepers of these lands long ago. What evils others could not take care of, we did for them. The bandits, we wiped them out almost overnight as we swept across the land with no rest and no sleep. All we knew was that the longer we waited, the more time it gave them to pillage, rape, and kill. We would not stand for it, and so we made sure they would never stand on their two feet ever again."
"And now that there are only us… bandits have started appearing again?"
"Yes… you see, lad. I want to make sure you can survive after you defeat the demon, I want you to take the mantle of responsibility that we before you failed," he declared boldly. I snickered and leaned back against the tree behind me.
"If I beat him you mean." His face morphed into one of brooding annoyance and I shut up.
"You will beat him, else you will lose a lot more than just your life," he growled before pulling out a satchel. Easily, he tossed it into my arms which I caught with a slight fumble. "Inside you will find notes upon every single creature, every insidious person worth a damn, every location to hide out in, every location that you should avoid, and every location you ought to raze to the ground."
"Does that include to Deadlands?"
"Why so interested in them?"
"You're just always talking about things to avoid and what to stay away from, but you never have the Deadlands included. I mean all children are taught to stay away from that place, so why don't you ever bring it up?"
"I'll tell you one day, lad. Best not to ruin the surprise," he chuckled, knowing the curiosity would bug me. "Oh and if you don't like the name Guardians, you could just call us players. That's what we are, right?"
Despite, still not knowing what the Deadlands were, even as I sat there in the gardens nearly months after that conversation, I still had no idea what was so important about it. Obviously it held some significance to the older man, but he for some reason found the need to not tell me.
Would knowing endanger me? Not knowing what I was getting into has gotten me hurt more times than enough, but this could just as easily be different.
My head began to spin and I knew I had begun to reach my limit. [Code Breaker] could only be activated for so long, but it was like a muscle. The more you trained it, the easier it got to move it. I had originally only been able to break my power for only several seconds. Now I could do so for at most twenty minutes. Would that be anywhere near enough to take on a demon that lived his life breaking apart the complex bindings of his power? I did not know.
There was something else I wanted to try, something which I had just been recently taught.
Master Garrosh called it [Sight seeing]. When he described [Code Breaker], he compared it to the title of a book, a book which contained numerous chapters within. [Sight seeing] was one of these chapters. I myself found myself comparing it more to hacking in modern day Minecraft.
You could call it a hack but there were always more specific terms for a hack. Was it kill-aura, X-raying, fly-hacking, auto-clicker? There were so many types listed under the category of hacking. I found myself agreeing with that comparison more so than Master Garrosh. He did not argue with me as there was no harm in my view of [Code Breaker]. All he really pointed out was that he had one order for me. I was to use [Sight seeing], and I would go to the origins of the stronghold where I would receive my next lesson while he was away.
A lesson from the past?
Deep breaths, the one basic policy that I had been taught because I had no idea if I would be hit with immense pain or a cold shiver. I was breaking my existence down into my own will and the side effects would always be unforeseen. I had yet to experience anything besides a day of shivering. Maybe they would get worse as I progressed onto the more complex abilities of Code Breaker.
What was funny about [Code Breaker] was that it wasn't really a specified power, was it? Not even all these sub-titles such as [Sight seeing] were considered a definite power. The abilities which could be forged were created through the ideas of the mind, and therefore what you could accomplish would also be held to the limitations of the human mind. That's what was scary. Herzchvrine was insane. His mind no longer followed the mindset of a normal person. It was radically different and that meant what he could do was also bounded differently by the laws of his inverted thought process.
[Sight-Seeing] was simple. I had to picture the world around me as it was. I did so, imaging the soft grass below me first, and then came the lush trees and hedges that made up the garden. The manor took shape in the background and the fields around us were soon added in. I pictured the small clock that hung in the blue painted room with three rooms that I had lodged in this past year. Below it would be a small calendar with the exact date of today.
Like a daydream, I imagined the pages of the calendar reappearing, the clock above it spiraling almost out of control counter-clockwise. Then, I simply let go of the controls and the rest was done for me. Slowly, I opened my eyes and watched the bushes and trees around me shrink into their younger forms. The sun and moon flashed across the sky like a club party in a Saturday night. Then, the manor itself seemed to disassemble itself. Firs the roof began to form dots of holes in the tile where the original constructors had placed the final blocks in last. I watched the house stripped all the way down to the base, the workers blurs across my vision until all that was left was a wooden frame. Yet I did not stop the clock there.
The clearing began to sprout up trees and I could make out the blurs of lumberjacks and several timber huts that we emplaced to take down the trees. Skip a few more hundred years and the entire field was a spanning forest of oak and birch trees. It was here that I finally stopped the clock.
I glanced down at my hands and found that I could see straight through them, as well as a slight tint of blue lining the outlines of my body. It reminded me of the [Glow Effect] which being hit by a [Spectral Arrow] would give off.
I was not actually in the past. Only my conscious was. I could not affect or change anything theoretically and neither could people detect my observations. My conscious wasn't even really in the past at all. I was merely in a recreation of it within my own conscious.
I pictured myself standing at the entrance of the iron mine, and the world around me began to distort. The world blurred into something else, the colors shifting as if paint was being mixed into a pallet until it soon became more distinct. What I saw gave me a short shock.
There was no iron mine, nor was there even a forest or grasslands. The dirt had been stripped off the rock and layers upon layer of hardened rock had been removed. I knew all too well of this style of quarry mining.
In the center of the base of the dig out sat a pyramid of pure [Iron blocks] perched in the center was a bright blue block with an obsidian frame holding the bottom to the glass and inner [Nether Star] inside. There was a beacon of light blasting off into the sky, one of pure white and energy. I knew already of the properties a [Beacon] which was properly set up could give. The effects on those working below showed just as much.
A moment later and I was down at the base, watching what I knew as the previous Guardians before me, likely also people who had been dragged into this world before me and also just as likely long dead. Their mining speed was greatly increased, an effect given off by the beacon known as [Haste]. I had no doubt that, being a tier four beacon, it was likely set to operate at giving off [Haste II].
Thought that was not all that they were doing. They weren't mining to collect raw materials. They were building down here. I watched as another set of players wrought forth their powers and layers a region of stone bricks. I had not explored the entire stronghold before Herzchvrine had confronted me. From the looks of it, there had been a massive room built directly at the bottom. What it could've possibly have been used for, I did not know. What I did know was that this stronghold had been built by players.
Players… that's what we guardians are, aren't we? Players of Minecraft?
The issue was that in-game these strongholds were already there long before we find them. There was never any lore released to us about their origins except for the fact that there's supposed to be a portal to the [End Dimension] contained within. This one was built by players, but that did not explain how they constructed the portal itself.
What was also different was that they had felt the need to remove the entire region above the planned underground build. This world did not follow the rules of the game. The trees actually falling was a pointer to that. I had no idea why they did not just use support beams before constructing the actual structure, but I was sure they had their reasons.
I continued to watch as they tore away at the ground, making way for those who quickly erected the walls and floors of the room. They did so with such precision that realized I had forgotten what it felt like to truly build something. I began to silently yearn for to build, to create something magnificent again like I used to do. There was also something sloppy about the way they worked. Every once in a while, I would see them miss an area they were meant to layer. They did not bother to go back and fix it. It almost felt like they were rushing to complete the project.
The dark clouds above them had rolled in without me noticing, but the small splotches of rain that appeared at my feet brought it to my attention. It was getting dreary here. It felt depressing and unforgiving, much like the land outside the bounds of a village or city was.
The current builders were working on setting up the outer layer of a hallway. Peering through the hall, I found an already completed intersection and set of corridors leading further into the ground. Thought it was no architectural marvel, I found myself admiring the blacks of [Stone Bricks] which were layered down. Down to the molecule when they were planted, they were likely perfect carbon copies. The [Redstone Lamps] being installed by a pair of players caught my eye faster than any other.
That meant for one that [Glowstone] existed, also putting forth that the [Nether Dimension] also lied behind the portal of an obsidian frame. It also pointed to the existence of [Redstone Dust]. The item that revolutionized the game itself into autonomy, advanced red-circuitry, and mind numbing creations existed. I had feared that I would be limited in what I could do because of the lack of materials existing. [Redstone Dust] did not exist in the real world and neither did [Glowstone]. Good thing it did here.
The lights lit the corridors well enough, the only real power source needed to activate them being a single Redstone pulse. Further down I could make out a door of solid iron which was currently unlocked and wide open. I could see a bright light within, this one not as dim as the lamps. The glow from the source seemed almost ethereal.
A quick thought and I was at the doorway, the distance crossed instantly. I pushed through the doorway and found a man standing before an [Enchantment Table]. That was the issue though, an [Enchantment Table] was not supposed to glow. Yet this one did, and the blue aura emanating from the obsidian table lined with diamonds and leather had a book resting atop that seemed ready to implode at any moment to create a super nova. The man was standing there facing the direction of the door as if he were waiting for someone.
He was waiting for someone like me.
He wore a green uniform, one almost as stylish as Master Garrosh's. I wondered for a moment whether or not Master Garrosh once knew this man. It was sad for me to say, but I knew all of these players or otherwise known as Guardians perished long ago. Except that must've been thousands of years ago, and Master Garrosh was only around his sixties. I could not make out the features of his face very clearly but maybe that was because of my inexperience with [Sight seeing]. I did not need to see his face though. I only needed to hear him.
In his hands, he held a small packet of papers. Glancing over it, I could make out parts of the long text that filled the lines from top to bottom. It was a script, a written script of what he was supposed to say. He was not reading it to his friends or comrades, he was reading it to people who would use [Sight seeing]. Master Garrosh must've done the same as me and traveled here at some point.
"[Code Breaker] is known to be the most useful… and the most destructive tool we Guardian's have at our disposal," the man stated, it felt like he had done this hundreds of times. Likely he had spoken to dozens, maybe even hundreds of others concerning this lesson. "What we have learnt from its possibilities are that they are endless, limited by only our own mind. That does not mean we ever got closer to figuring out the origins behind [Code Breaker]"
The man flipped the page around, seeming confused for a moment before pulling it back to the top.
"Eh… this is supposed to be classified," he muttered before scratching his head. Was this a new version of the script? "Ahem, as far as the history of players goes, we do not really know when the first of us appeared. Most evidence points to the fact that this process of forced reincarnation occurred for nearly thousands of years before our own generation, but that people were pulled from a range of around a five year period. We are sure that as time continues, that range will grow as the game itself ages. Our older generations were, according to ancient texts, unfamiliar with some of the newer items we had access to, items such as the shield being unfamiliar to them."
Page flip…
"What we identify as the Age of Breaking was when the seventh generation before our own first discovered [Code Breaker]. We don't know how they happened upon this discovery, but we know that it propelled them into great power and positions. We also know that ten years later there was a momentary shift in demeanor and they attempted to halt of research and uses of such power. An unconfirmed amount of time later and Herzchvrine appeared, wiping out the first generation of [Code Breakers]."
I gulped. He had taken down an entire group of people who spent their entire lives revolved around [Code Breaker]. It did not bode well for my chances against him.
"The second generation of the Age of Breaking appeared and Herzchvrine was said to not have touched them for the first twenty years or so. It was that time that they investigated the ruins of the first generation and promptly learnt of their doom as well as their own. No further record was found, and all scholars have all agreed Herzchvrine wiped them all out. We see a continuous repetition of this process until we get to our generation and here where I stand before you." He preached, slapping the paper down onto the desk. "Fuck this script."
I watched the man plant his hands at the edge of the table and drag everything that lay upon it over the edge in rage. His roar of frustration was evident enough as the papers, small baskets, and files were thrown all over.
"Three days ago," the man spat. "That was when Herzchvrine came after us and now we put our hopes in some bunker."
This man knew he was going to die. I pitied him. I also pitied myself, for I knew I would likely die when I faced the demon himself. I thought the son of the devil himself to be a fool, letting me train and prepare myself for so long. Yet, maybe there really was a base behind his hubris. He wiped out entire generations before me. I could only assume he would have no issue with me. What could Master Garrosh possibly think I could do?
"Bake thinks that he and his team have found a… way to beat Herzchvrine," the man grunted as he fell into his chair. "That there is something that we have never tried before when going up against the demon of [Code Breaker]. He thinks there's a way to strike not the demon, but his power as a player."
What?
"We found very little scraps of notes from the first generation of the Age of Breaking, but we found them. They attempted to… alter something new in [Code Breaker] and it apparently felt like something lashed back at them, something alive." I watched him slip out a rather large bottle that was already uncorked. He brought the glass bottle to his mouth and took a long swig. When he finished, he swept the alcohol off his mouth with a loud gasp before continuing. "And we all know that if it's alive-
"Tush!" I heard Delilah call and I was brought back into the realm of reality. The underground bunker washed away like water does to mud on a wall and the garden was now my setting. Thought the man had been cut off, I already knew what he was going to say.
"It can be killed…" I breathed, finishing his final statement. The next thing I knew, Delilah was in front of me with a bright smile on her face.
The brown haired girl was still in the small blue dress her mother so loved to force her into, but that wouldn't deter the girl from being as adventurous as she so desired. Two small hands glomped down on my shoulders and she began to shake me.
"Tush, can you keep a secret for me?!" she practically shrieked in excitement.
"Yes, yes!" I gasped as my vision began to spin. I pushed the revelations out my mind for now and decided it could wait for Delilah and whatever she had to say. "But before that, aren't you supposed to be in your lessons?!"
The girl pulled away from me, puffed out her cheeks and turned away. I heard a high pitched hmph from the child. I let my head tilt to the side and glanced closer. The girl's face visibly strained in response.
"You hid from Cecily when she came to fetch you again," I guessed. When Delilah did not respond, I promptly reached out and prodded the side of her face with a finger. "You did, didn't you…?"
"It's not like I'm taught anything useful…" she mumbled, more to herself than me. I grinned devilish at her response. You could call me a bad influence on her. "Besides that! Come on! I've got something to show you!"
She grabbed my hand and, despite being now a three inches smaller than me, yanked me up from the ground. Such a strong eleven year old girl she was. Her grip on my wrist remained as she led me like a dying dog through the gardens towards the southern border. I could make out the small fortification of the brick wall that acted as the perimeter.
We pushed through bushes and trees all the way there, so many that I worried that Delilah would ruin her dress. She of course cared little for that as we finally reached an odd little patch of foliage in a little clearing at the corner of the wall. Unsure of what to do, I merely watched as the energetic girl bounded over and began to shovel her hand deeper beneath one of the edges of the foliage pile.
A moment later and she threw the entire patch aside, revealing the patch of vegetation to be mere large branches and leaves strewn to a wooden board. Underneath was a rather dark and large looking hole. Glancing in, you couldn't really see anything through the darkness. It looked like it went deep, and the fit was tight for an adult. Me still being an eleven year old, same going for Delilah, we would have no trouble. I worried momentarily that we probably shouldn't go down there. I was not in the mood to come into contact with an angry troll or something.
"Come on!" Delilah more so dove than stepped into the hole before I could respond. Sucking up a breath, I followed after her, hoping to not lose her in the darkness.
The darkness was not actually much of a hindrance. The small tunnel was winded and curved, but it only lead one way. I needed to only run my hand along the wall to know where to keep walking. The bottom was unnaturally flattened out so I did not trip over on anything. The smell was of course, of dirt and also had a hint of humidity within the air.
When I finally noticed a soft light at the end of the tunnel, I began to also notice the shape of Delilah. She had reached the end much faster than I had, the end being a large cavernous room. She stood there, grinning goofily as I walked in and gawked.
There in the center, sat a perfect crystal. What it was made of, I did not know. It glowed similar to how I would expect [Glowtsone] to do. The crystal could've easily have been fifteen feet high, six feet in diameter, and also worth a fortune. I had never seen anything like it. Being the only source of light, it bathed the entire room with its soft aura.
Looking around, I also found numerous objects which were not naturally formed. There was a small desk here, a chair there. I even found some dolls in the corner lying atop of a blanket.
"Do you like it?" Delilah asked, knocking me from my stupor. I glanced at the girl who now had her hands behind her back and was leaned forwards expectantly for my answer. I smirked and nodded silently. It truly was amazing. I never would've expected this to be under the house. Did Master Garrosh know of it?
"You come here often?" I asked, walked forwards and peering into the large crystal. I found a distorted reflection of myself overlapped with images of the area around me across the edges of the crystal base.
"Yeah!" she giggled to herself before rushing to my side. I saw her expression go grim as she peered into my eyes. "This is our secret! Okay? You tell no one!"
"Got it, princess," I assured her. I found a small wooden chair, one Delilah had likely stolen from the house and carried all the way here for herself, and sat down on it and got a nice seating towards the center attraction of the theme park.
It was peaceful here, much like when Master Garrosh and I traveled around between Korcha. The landscape was already so pretty in the mornings compared to what I had lived in before arriving in these lands. It was similar but also different because here, I felt like I could hide away from all my troubles and enjoy myself.
I wondered silently what life would've been like without Herzchvrine looming in the shadows, watching me run on borrowed time so he could enjoy tearing me apart later. How long later, I did not know.
Would I have been able to go out in to the world by then? Would I have maybe started living a life of a player who would build a house, gather resources, mine for hours, and adventure around the lands? Would I have perished in a matter of days, unaware of the dangers of the actual world? I shivered at the idea of the unknown, at what could've been changed. I did not wish to know yet at the same time was dying to know.
I felt like I did not need to worry about any of that here. It was just me and Delilah here.
"Does anyone else know about this?" I asked softly from my chair. Delilah wasn't currently standing or sitting in my field of vision as I stared aimlessly into the crystal, but I heard her voice clear enough.
"No."
"Not even Williston? You two seem very close," I mused. A moment later and I heard her footsteps to my left.
"Of course we do, father and Lord Mulwacht wishes for us to… marry at some point," Delilah replied. I processed those words and didn't think much of it besides Williston better take good care of her. I could smash skulls faster than he could swing his pretty sword. Other than that, I really didn't care much for who she married in the future.
"That's cool…"
…
Delilah was suddenly in front of me, a soft growl escaping her lips. Was she… mad? A little girl, despite me being the same age, was growling at me?
"And what are you thinking about? You seem so… lost in thought," she said, her way of talking a decade more mature than the way she usually spoke.
"W-well… I guess my future," I said, hoping she didn't think much of the slight stutter. She stood there, thinking about my response before a frown creased her lips. "What?"
"Do you ever wonder about what might happen when you grow up?" she asked me.
"Not really," I stated. Yet I did, I thought about it all the time. I wondered what life could've been, and I wonder what it will be for me. What could it hold for me, such an anomaly in this world? "Why?"
"Will we still be friends?" she asked sadly. I choked on the air in my lungs before sputtering out a short laugh. I couldn't help myself, wondering if that was why she was so upset. Before she could react, I grabbed her in a friendly hug. "Wha-"
"Of course!" I chuckled loudly, still taking the girl off guard. "We've known each other how long now? Almost since we were newborns! You think a little bit of time is going to take that away?"
The girl whined into my chest as I practically twirled her around in circles in her small dress, still laughing to myself. It was sad but, Delilah was my only friend in this world, wasn't she…
"Okay! Okay!" she shrieked. I dropped her and she gave me an irritated glare. I was unashamed of a mere sign of affection so I merely gave her a cocky grin.
"As Captain America once said," I stated with a dramatic pose, hands resting on my hips. "I'm with you to the end of the line."
"Captain America? Is he a noble knight?"
"Oh well… I guess he is," I replied, unsure of how to explain the existence of a fictional character.
"What's he like?"
"Well… he doesn't like cursing I guess?" Movie reference of the century, right boys?
AN: Basically there's more to Code Breaker than a simple ability. Also Tusk ought to open his damn eyes. Hope you enjoyed!
