{This was more of a transitional chapter than anything, the next few chapters i will have much more interaction between the main cast and harry, I've also got to read Fates Gamble again and write up a sheet for all his powers and looks... I honestly can't remember for the life of me - huuu. ON that note actually, I had some real inspiration and direction for this omake so It'll flow strong for awhile... hopefully...

So enough lollygaggin!

Without Further Adieu! - The Legendary Reaper}

The Archive pt2 by The Legendary Reaper

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Time passed.

The crushing solitude and the fact that he hadn't been able to establish a stable connection with his family was wearing on him.

This was probably compounded by the fact that he'd barely slept as the month had passed.

He was, 'grinding' his level within the system.

More specifically, he was grinding the skills within the system as 'stats' didn't apply to him beyond a basic health bar, the player crystal that seemed to float over his head, and a basic menu with inventory.

All of his stats were listed as ?, the same went for his 'skills' in the system window.

Beyond that however, he had full access to the options menu, fat lot of good that did for him.

When all was said and done, he had an entirely depressing month.

The one bright side was the fact that he had established a connection with his family and had gotten the 'go ahead' type deal.

Most importantly, he wouldn't have to worry about them or what they would do trying to find him.

He still winced in phantom pain and covered his ears when remembering the dressing down he'd gotten for that.

It was fates fault.

That however, wasn't as well received as he had hoped.

While the month had been going on, he wasn't idle at all.

The Archive had his AI slowly subverting the system to his control.

When the AI had enough of the system subverted, he would be able to 'pull the plug' so to speak on the whole thing.

Without killing everyone in the system . . . hopefully.

It was around this time that he started getting messages from the system.

The boss room had been discovered – along with a mass congregation of players in a formally labelled 'meeting area' on the first floor, hell the system was so thorough with its 'watching' on the plays that it recorded what they ate and when they ate it, the exact mix and all!

If he didn't know better, he'd say Kayaba was a stalker.

Harry looked from where he was to the forest surrounding him… what was left of it actually.

As the shredded and twisted remains of tree's dotted the area sporadically with a leaf here and there. The uprooted stumps of trees littered the ground too, leaving the area looking as though a hurricane had been through the area.

You see, he was in an entirely unusual situation, he was a part of the system and he wasn't.

It was more along the lines of him being more connected to the system than anything else, he was labelled in the system as a 'NPC' and coded as a player in the system too, allowing him the benefits and the 'negatives' of both of those.

Hell, his AI had to work almost twice as hard to keep him concealed than anything else.

The most amusing thing that he found during his entirely depressing moth was the fact that he could give quests out.

He could give quests to himself.

Boy, had he abused that.

He had a rather amusing notion at one stage of pointing the problem out to the system with a message of 'fix it'.

He decided against it however, no need to draw neither needed nor wanted attention to himself.

-Ker…THUNK-

The Archive blinked and looked down in morbid fascination as the stand he'd been using to hold the weapon he carried broke under the strain of the weapon, a completely normal great sword that was as tall as him and half as wide as him too.

The handle was an oddity with the handle flowing from the blade with no guard what so ever into a hollow ring, the hollow ring making the pommel of the sword.

It was massive.

Shaking his head from the strange happenstance and his methods of acquisition for the sword itself, he decided to head towards the labyrinth as the system designated it, the monsters should be on par with his current level in the system but simply knowing their attack patterns almost made anything they could throw at him trivial, because directly after they initiated the attack he'd know what it was and how to doge it.

Suddenly, Harry stopped in his tracks, freezing in place.

Slowly, glacially a grin started breaking over his face, starting out as a lip twitch before breaking into a full blown smile and going a few steps further.

It ended with him wearing a grin that almost stretched from one end of his face to the other.

An insidious whisper was heard on the winds shortly after before he started walking again.

"Yes, that will do nicely.."

The words were pronounced slowly adding to the overall insidious effect.

He knew exactly what to do.

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{As I said above this is just transition from the creation arc to the story nothing else - next chapter is where it all starts, I suppose this could be called the 'beginning or setup' if you want, I figured I'd post this as there wasn't much in the way of updates being posted.

Chaio! - The Legendary Reaper}

(P.S. YOU GAVE HARRY NINE LIVES, THE SWORD OF HERCULES?! - roughstar333)