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"Err, Death, where's Hannah?"
"She's back at Hogwarts."
I found her bosom, and can finally claim that Death's Embrace is fun fucking tastic, for the thousandth time!
"Uh huh, while I appreciate you appreciating my breasts, you came here to ask something. Spill."
Caught again. Damn. "I uh, want to learn time control."
She held a thinking pose while I buried myself on her scathing coldness and warmth, shuddering in relaxation.
"You can take on Time's random quests."
"Alright sure." Was my muffled reply.
"No outside powers." she murmured.
"But can I at least have my current knowledge and memories?"
"Sure, not like you'll be able to affect things badly." Death replied.
"Can I get a Sit Rep?"
"Zombie Apocalypse."
Shit.
Death laughed, "Relax, it's not like you'll be a permanent zombie. You'll be back here when you pass on."
I bit on her nipple, "You knew I'd react like that."
"Of course, not." Death cooed with her definitely-not-hiding-a-smirk face.
I just sucked her tits silently, enjoying the small moans of appreciation.
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Hmmmm... The year is 2000 and I think shit is about to go down in a few years, maybe a decade or half.
Thankfully, I am not a kid. With my false backstory, I am finishing college in two years under the course of something-cooperatives.
Now let's see my options, I can generate money from the stock market, I have passport to visit china to buy cheap manufactured materials, I can go to US and have training and be back at Japan to acquire license for firearms, parents are rich enough to... wait a fucking minute, where are... oh, damn. I am an up and coming owner of a local market? I might be able to outsource things and earn a profit from this.
Hmm... Maybe I can get to patent things. Yeah, I can probably do some schematics and design something then patent it. Endorse it to the Japs for moolah and I can start on my own Vault System.
I might have to build it on a private island. Meaning more funds required.
Hmm... I can also switch to a life of crime. No one else knows the shit I can do and... hmmm, Maybe I can use a VI to siphon off funds from all around the world? Yeah, let's do that. Better have some dummy accounts though. Maybe I could go Sinclair on this one and make the Sierra Madre... nope. Too much effort. Maybe the security? Okay. That's good.
I also need to do some skill developments as well as a few armaments. I don't know what kind of zombies these are. Maybe it's World War Z, Dawn of the Dead, Left4Dead, Resident Evil, Dying Light, or something else.
Damn, now that I think of it, that's a lot of work. I'd have to get some plan to make this all work.
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Mmm-hmmm. This world has it's Boob Physics. It might mean I can probably subtly lewd a lot of women and no one will bat an eye unless I do something horrendous acts of depravity.
But why would I want to do that when I can clearly convince them? Oh, yes, I forgot. I am now a teacher at Tokunosu Prefecture.
I've got a blonde school nurse putty in my hands and a sadistic sword wielding bitch go ahegao under my care. They have boob physics. I am not complaining.
I still need to exercise caution, don't know when things will go awry but I've got a couple of girls that I deliberately serve detention with just to begin my subtle convincing. It somehow worked, because they turned it into a club and I am their advisor. It's named Disaster Response Club. They've basically turned themselves into the body that checks and regulates the school whether it was prepared or not when something happens. Financially, physically, academically, and or otherwise.
Still, I made progress on what I needed. Just eight years and I've made the proper Vault System. Made in four years but can sustain a lot of damage, but took another four for the defense. It's built on a mansion, said mansion was located at a threshold from the road and the steepest side of a mountain, building a Vault on an island messes with the structural integrity of the Vault and the island.
The vault has self-sustained power that comes from hydro-generators, solar panels (patented by yours truly), and wind turbines. It has its own elevated farm, hot springs, garage, warehouse, a prison, and an open field for miscellaneous activities. From the day the constructions finished, I've made sure that it has its own defense system. Every night I tried to make the Fallout turrets and Sentry Bots.
The sentry bot was in vain. The turrets were a success.
My other ventures were aphrodisiacs and nanomachines.
Nanomachines weren't so successful, on the fact that I don't have enough resources back then. Though right now, I am a day from completing it. On the other hand, budgeting is tough.
What I did complete were my Pip-boy, phone, and laptop. As well as the VI that had been fully functional for almost as long as I was here and a private satellite system that I can use to monitor anything about the surface of the Earth.
So, all that said, here I am at the Nurse's office. Taking my daily dose of stress relief from Shizuka. Her D cup breast massaging my schlong, mulching it with her mouth as I wait for the release.
The door opened. Shizuka panicked.
It was Saeko, the sadistic kendo girl.
Shizuka recovered and turned back to servicing me.
"Sensei, I've been feeling a stiff shoulder from this morning."
Shizuka went tender and fuck it's good, "Let me massage it-ah yes-later." I replied.
My hand found Shizuka's bobbing head and forced her on my shaft.
"MM!SCHLP-!"
Saliva flowed down her breast and my cock, taking away her chance to breathe as I plug her throat.
Her eyes were slowly rolling back, unable to take air, eyelids shutting off. Still, her arms tried and failed to work on her own breast, twisting her nipples.
"S-sensei~" Saeko called on to me, letting her drool to my tongue.
I violated her in return, "nnmmm~" she threw her body onto my side and humped my free hand.
Without warning, two fingers found her wanting already dripping wet slit.
"How about some class examples, sensei~?"
SHIT,
I came inside Shizuka's pussy mouth. Tired and spent, plus with lunch break almost over, I glared at the cause, "Bitch,"
"Ah, but I am your bitch sensei." She said as she popped Shizuka from my cock, without hesitation, she sat on my cock.
"Ahh~! Yes, sensei! S-stretch my pussy!" I choked the bitch and felt her spasm, clamping down on me.
I pushed her down a bed and started pumping her cunt.
She likes being choked and fucked, "Is this what you want, bitch?" I whispered to her ear and heard her try to squeal.
Excited from the reaction, I fucked her faster. Harder.
"echk-!"
Faster.
"glurhk—"
Her eyes rolled back and drool slid the sides of her mouth.
"IS THIS WH—FUCK!" I came inside her as she twisted and churned around my cock, each release begging me to thrust my hardest.
Strength temporarily faded away from me, plopping on top of Saeko. I licked her drool off her face.
"s—sensughh—mo-mouhhh—"
She's passing out. I pulled from her pussy and watched as she leaked my cum.
Shizuka had a better idea and licked it off, not wanting to waste.
"Shizuka, you know what I want for tonight."
"Y-yes dear."
We're married.
Also, her friend likes to join us for threesomes when she's off duty.
Now, classes are about to start and I need to put a handle on things.
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I've finished my nanomachines, done everything I can to prevent stupidity being the cause of a school wide infection even if the gates were somehow made to accommodate for people trying to break it down.
But still. A dumb PE teacher got himself infected aaaaand the school's now in panic. Even my Disaster Response Club didn't know what to do. They all became zombies.
I've managed to secure some girls. I don't know them because I can't care enough right now. I've dragged Saeko and Shizuka towards one of the busses for field trips. I've got two boys I can't care for, and additional two normal uniformed girls on top of the PE uniformed three I've found. Yay, more mouths to feed.
I slammed on the fuel and accelerated the fuck out of the school (gate was ajar somehow), some faculty was shouting to wait. I neverminded them. There's still another bus for them to use. They can use that.
"Shizuka, switch with me."
"Yes dear."
The students are still in shock. Besides Saeko who's giving me a sultry look and that Saya brat glaring at me.
"Everyone, first things first. When I say jump, you jump. No questions asked. When I ask you to shut up, you stay silent. When I say strip, you strip. IS THAT CLEAR?!"
My sculpted body was kept away from view by baggy clothes, but it was revealed on a gym class one time and it spread like wildfire.
Right now, I know they're imagining me with my silhouette glaring down on them.
"Y-yes!"
"Now, we're all going to evacuate to a safe place. My word is law. But unless you want to face the zombies by yourselves, fine by me. Any questions? Violent reactions? None? Shut up and think what you can do to help."
I sat down on what was previously Shizuka's seat next to Saeko.
Saeko tried to sit sideways on my lap and sleep.
She can't sleep, though she's properly seated on my cock. Whenever we run over some Zs, she's on the perfect spot to give me a forceful grind even if she's buried her head onto my chest.
Meanwhile, I have my chin propped up with my hand and trying to think of whether I should give them nanomachine shots. I've got enough so they won't turn to a z. Shizuka and Saeko already have theirs.
Yeeaaaah, no. Not until I know they will do what I want.
First, we need to switch to Rika's Humvee then we can get to my mansion. Having a market helps me get stocked on preserved foods.
The Takagi brat was noisy along with the fat bastard. I'd let them on for a few. Saeko's distracting me enough.
I might look like a beacon of hope for them right now, if temporarily. I need to act like it, or at least what my reputation around school was.
The heartless teacher that will do whatever it takes. Shit-inducing when angered, but idolized when calm and serene.
Right now, I need calm and serene. Outburst over.
I gently slid Saeko off me and stood to address everyone.
"You two boys get to the back and blindfold yourselves. Girls, I need you all to strip. Now."
Everyone gulped. Swallowing that lump of sticks in their throat, clearly wanting to voice out their concerns.
"Now."
They went into reluctant actions.
Before me, I now have five girls completely naked. Shizuka and Saeko weren't involved.
I checked for bites and scratches. I even had them stick out their ass and spread their legs as they shouted in defiance. Saeko did them an example. Completely naked, she did all I asked.
They followed.
So, they're cleared. The girls clearly weren't part of a group that tried to infect everyone, nor have any chance of being infected, I still had to check.
"Clothe yourselves. While you do that, answer my questions. In between the morning when you went to school and right now, had you consumed any liquid that you may attribute to the zombies? Their blood getting into your mouth or any orifice."
They slowly shook their heads.
"Do not lie."
The Takagi brat decided to speak up, "If we did, we would've been a walking corpse right now. Sensei."
"Brat, not everyone has the same immune system. I thought you were a genius?"
"Of course I AM!"
"Then why haven't you figured out a cure?"
"T-that is completely unrelated and not my problem!"
"Alas, the value of being a genius becomes worthless in the face of reality. Look around you. All you knew were academics, nothing to be properly used in real life. Yes, academics were for proper foundations but right now, what have you got?"
Suddenly, she looked so small. Or maybe she was trying to.
"Nothing. In the face of mortal danger, you had to cling to others. But still, that was why I am here. Trying to help you all. And if you don't want my help... Shizuka, slow down and stop."
The fear was evident. They don't want to see what they think I will do. Even the boys were gritting their teeth.
"Everyone, stay quiet. No stubbornness will have to kill us if you listen. Now, look around. Tell me quietly, what do you see?"
...
"...We don't know what to sa—" someone began,
"Exactly, because you don't know it. Right now, I am trying to steer you away from that unknown. And you want to subvert that responsibility from me?"
A small quiet gasp escaped Saya's lips as she realized I'm pinning this into a leadership fiasco, "Sensei, I am no-!"
My hands clamped around her mouth, gesturing to the zombies, "Shh, I know. But I need you all to realize this. If the world has fallen into chaos and you've survived? What would you choose? Follow someone who wants to bring you to a semblance of order, or try to make your own, on your own?"
"..."
"Shizuka, towards Rika's please. Take the route we always take."
The bus moved in silence, after all, I did make painstakingly sure that they emit no sound or just near enough for it to sound like a whisper.
"Back to my questions, anyone consumed or ingested anything that can possibly be linked to the zombies?"
They shook their heads.
"Alright, now boys, your turn to strip. Girls, I suggest you give the same respect they gave you all."
Eventually I got them all cleared for infection and had successfully arrived at Rika's place.
We'll be taking her reinforced Humvee. The one that I reinforced with Tungsten-Titanium alloy. The weight difference might be a problem but the better engine inside works like a charm. Tires have that self-inflating sealants that can go for a hundred kilometers. All sides are covered with cameras of all manner. It also has it's VI. It's a Humvee in nothing but the looks. Part of it's improvements came from Rika's ideas, but I did the work.
"Boys, you get the balcony on the second floor, while switching who's to take tower."
"What's that?"
"Act as sentry or sniper. Simple enough?"
The two of them nodded.
"Girls, the showers are upstairs, I suggest you all get to know each other because I refuse for anyone to die."
They all went away, leaving me alone with Shizuka and Saeko.
"Go on, join them. This isn't the time to fool around."
Shizuka's teary eyes suggest otherwise, "B-but what if it's the last?"
"It won't be. Now go enjoy some girl time with the kids." I gave her a small kiss.
She went slowly, stealing glances from me as she did so.
"What about me?" Saeko asked.
"You will do the same." I gave her a kiss too, and watched as she trotted off with joy in her steps.
Time to talk to the boys. I grabbed the nearby guns behind the closet.
"Who are you two."
A held back shock escaped their mouth as they turned to me, "Please don't do that sensei."
"Yeah, sure. I will be noisy and attract all the zombies next time." I snarled.
They felt sheepish, "Your names, I can't just call you fat bastard and baseball boy."
"I-I am Haruno Kota, sensei."
"Komuro Takashi, sensei."
"Alright, now, I know one of you has an aptitude with guns but that doesn't mean you should just shoot. Remember, they are attracted to sound." I handed them two silenced M14 EBR with my right hand as I held a silenced USP on my left.
"Thi-"
"Shh. It's great, I know. Just stop gushing on it and start looking cool with it." I twirled the pistol on my hand holstered it in one smooth motion.
"S-sensei!" the fat bastard gushed at me.
"What did I say about looking cool?"
"Start doing it." He snapped into normality.
Takashi sighed, "Thanks for these sensei but, I don't kno—"
"Teach him now. We've got bullet to spare. Try to lure to lure them away from us. Shoot something that will produce noise that should overpower your guns'."
They nodded to my what looks like sagely advice to the fat bastard.
"Sir yes sir." Kota saluted.
"Dismissed." I went down.
"oohh he's so damn cool!" Kota gushed yet again. I may have made myself a loyal sniper.
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As sad as it is, the two boys died trying to rescue a girl. The girl they tried to rescue though, was fine and is with us. Even if I lost a loyal goon and another schmuck.
Got to think of other things now.
Ah. Finally, we've arrived at my mansion. We entered and stepped right in.
After I've got myself scanned and identified of course.
Every one gets a pip boy, yay to VATS!
What? You think I can't make that? Fuck off.
"Welcome to chateau Kusanagi."
Shizuka looped her arm around mine and held Alice with the other, while Saeko followed a step behind.
I was welcomed by the VI, everyone had their jaw on the floor for my words to pick up, especially Saya.
"Ho—how is this possible?!" she shrieked at the technological impossibility.
"Made by yours truly."
Most of them were focused on the hologram and not the fact that there's a VI controlling it, which looks like an AI to Saya.
"As much as I want you all to be welcomed, we still have much to go. The bunker's much further into the mansion."
"Bunker?!" Saya shouted in frustration.
"Look, I am not one to lack preparation and let's leave it at that okay?"
Now that I think back, no one was reacting to the Humvee's capabilities... Meh, I'd chalk it up to their expectation of military vehicles. Just sad that they didn't know it also has its own VI.
I opened the vault gate. There wasn't a klaxon to sound off and the door didn't squeak or groan in stress. I ushered everyone inside.
Let's see their psyche, Saya's coping with the two boys' death. Rei is still distraught. The three others girls, looks better than the two.
Alice is taking well enough to Shizuka, and with time, I think she'll see her as a parental figure.
The decontamination sequence waited for approval on my pip boy. I almost forgot they should go naked in here.
"Everyone, please strip. Spread down your clothes in front of you. The decontamination sequence will begin."
Water sprinkled over them, giving their skin that glistening shine. Then the decontaminants followed. Washed away by another shower of water.
I earned some looks as I took the sight of their bodies, "Okay, now pick up your clothes and let's get inside. It's a bit small but I can give each of you your own rooms."
The real Vault—nay—a real Vault is much more expansive than what I have.
The Vault I made was just simple; entrance, lobby, cafeteria, unseparated dormitories, clinic, control room, armory, stock room, agricultural wing, recreational wing, then the power generation wing.
Bath can be communal or taken by turns. Seeing I have no other gender to accommodate for, I'll say its communal.
We all went to the cafeteria and I began my speech, "Everyone, I know it's hard to accept, but the whole world may have already been overrun. Yes, there is hope. But I think we should make that hope ourselves. If I can go outside without you girls wreaking havoc in here, I'll bring more survivors. But if I can't, I'll kill what zombies I can while I gather for your clothes and other supplies."
I may encumber myself without the quantum capabilities of a pip boy, but I can make-do with enhanced strength. Although I have a surplus of everything in this Vault already, it doesn't hurt to have more.
Everyone's still naked. And I can't miss out the glances they give my fully erect cock.
"And remove that embarrassment of being naked. When you're naked and fighting a zombie and you're still ashamed of yourself, you'll die. So, starting today, we will all just wear tops, no pants or short or skirt, and no underwear of any sort."
"B-but, you just want to see us naked!" That was Saya again pointing at my dick. The others are trying to hide their body with their arms.
"And? What if I see you naked? If you can't remember, you won't be here nor even be alive if I hadn't taken charge. Worse still, I could've watched you all die while you beg for us to open the bus's door."
"You would've left us there?!"'
"No. Of course not. But if someone needs saving, I need them to follow; not those who will be stubborn and think their way is better. If yours is really better, why don't you come with me tomorrow? We'll go outside for a scavenge. IF you die like the two idio—"
"Don't you dare bring them into the argument! They have nothing to do with this!"
"Really? As far as I am concerned, they didn't follow my words and rescued Alice. Now, where are they?"
"Is it wrong to save people?!"
"Was it wrong to keep you all safe?"
"Don't turn my question against me!"
"Fine. What if the military decided they need to use this bunker and commandeered it? What do you think will happen?"
"They'll let us li—"
"You ignorant girl. The supplies are running short (lie), meaning they don't need more mouths to feed. They need all they can get. When chaos rules, survival of the fittest is the law. And clearly you are not fit."
Rei decided to speak up, "So we're nothing but mouths to feed?"
"(Crap) At the moment, yes. If you do something productive like becoming a parent for the next generation, you won't be. You'll be securing a part of keeping hu—"
"Don't give us that crap! You just want to screw us!"
"I am not forcing myself on you or anyone else. Remember where you are, how you got here, what happened, and what will happen."
"Doesn't mean we have to follow you." Saya grumbled menacingly.
"Really? Fine then. I'll let you live here, but you aren't allowed to anywhere but your rooms, the communal bath, and the lobby."
"B-but how will we eat sensei?" one of the girls wearing PE uniform asked.
"I don't know. Ask Saya." I went to a worried Shizuka and wrapped my arm around her waist as I motioned to walk further into our rooms, Saeko following behind.
"You too sempai?" Saya croaked.
Saeko turned, "Make no mistake, Ryou-sensei had really helped us. And even before all of this happened, he's already helped me." She turned back and followed.
"R-ryou, will you really do that?" Shizuka asked in worry.
"What do you think?" I gave her a peck.
"..m-more."
"There's a child here Shizu,"
"..." those cursed puppy eyes.
"Fine, after we take our baths, then we cuddle. No screwing."
She nodded.
As much as I'd like to nail Shizuka to a bed, a wall, a table, the air, and pretty much anywhere else; I have to go out.
"Saeko, you're coming with."
"Oohh~" Saeko sported this goofy and glazed look as I walked.
... She's already imagining the kinky situations she'll pin me with. Oh well. Fek it.
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I've activated the defense grid and went out the gate.
Saeko's waiting for me. Wearing nothing but her school blouse, spats, and one of the five Katanas I've commissioned from five different masters of the craft. Their combined efforts and knowledge allowed them to create a more than exceptional blade that can sever bones without so much a degradation on the blade. I like it.
But if it was just Skyrim, you could grab any sword and it can be your weapon to clear the whole game and the DLCs. But it isn't, so I have to deal with whatever I can manage.
Instantly I was on the ground, hot breaths rolling off my face, arms bound above my head, and pants already missing.
"saeko, can't you ju—"
Soft needy lips ravaged mine as she slid my cock onto her spats.
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"I wonder what we'll have for dinner."
He trotted off 'round the block, 'Oh, dang, my keys.'
Hands began roaming in search for keys.
'Maybe mom's making some of my fav again.'
Reaching for the door, it creaked open.
'She left... the door open?'
"MOOOM! I'm home!"
"..."
"Mom?"
"..."
A click and something cold pressed to his head.
'Oh god n-"
A bang and darkness filled his senses.
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"Ughh, my fuckin-" realization dawned in.
"MOM!" he jolted upwards and suddenly felt air and a lurch the threatened to make him heave.
"That, wasn't my voice. Where am I?" he looked around.
"Oh, nice view. Why am I on top of a... building?"" he looked down.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
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He crashed. Thankfully, no one was hurt. Yes, including him.
Specifically him.
'What is happening?'
'Why-'
He looked around and saw a very scripted way of people walking. As if they were NPCs of some crappy video game.
Not a single one overreacted or took out their phones. 'They didn't even bother after the fact.'
Trying to compose himself, he tried to recreate what made him land on the sidewalk.
He coiled his whole body. Looking up, felt something click and with a lurch, he was airborne.
'This is CRAZY!'
Soon enough, he landed on a roof.
Scampering towards the nearest mirror he could see, he froze.
In front of him, standing and staring, was Alexander Mercer.
His eyes snapped onto his hands and willed something on his mind.
Skin, blood vessels, muscles, cartilage, and bones writhed and turned into tar-like hand with pointy talons.
'I've been ROBed. Now where's this game's HUD?' He sighed.
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'I don't understand.'
He silently consumed again.
'Yes, I've already finished the game. But when will it end? I'm stuck at 2010 or somewhen for god's sake.'
NPCs moved on to their ways, never quite stopping as they walk around another block.
'My whole world consists of Manhattan and I have over a trillion Evolution Points. Why am I still here?'
With knowledge he shouldn't have, he formulated theories upon theories to escape his hell.
But to no avail, he was trapped. There's only so much he could do other than consume and consume.
'I think I need to focus on consuming more scientists right now, or college students. I need to escape this.'
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Atop a nondescript building featured in the game, Alexander toiled away.
It was to his surprise that the world he was in was not like the game where it resets after you went away for a certain distance. And so with it, he gathered a ton of Helicopters to build what his mind, and a million others, thought up to be a machine that will allow him to puncture this reality and allow him to slide onto another. He just has to cling on the hope that he'll survive with his preparations.
'Alright, making a space ship was better than making this machine, it better be worth it.'
While he was limited to Manhattan, his powers weren't. He could take on the millions of faces he'd consumed, wear their faces, use their voices, act their choices, and much more. Even more terrifying, he could combine them all and not experience any dissonance and separate each with nothing but a flick of his attention. And yet, for all that he could do, he can't escape Manhattan. He knows there's a Prototype 2, but it does not explain why he's stuck in here.
'This shoul- there.'
The machine he built, from a thousand Apaches, Blackhawks, and adding his biomass to create an appendage that he can control telepathically, sputtered into life. His blob of flesh also acting as the heat sink that turns heat into another energy that he'll use to maintain the machine.
Clad in his Armor form and inside a Power Armor reminiscent of a certain Petty Officer and a Nuclear Apocalypse game, he blurred into action.
Armored hands typed away at the keyboards and eyes blazingly eyed every screen, always having to calibrate every second as he tried to find a way to breach time and space. In hopes of creating a hole, an exit, outside to this universe.
'I have never felt so right.'
The archway made of quartz started its light show. Then his HUD went awry.
'What the fuck did I do? Nothing I did was hostile- ah, they consider puncturing this universe as an attack to them who's also a part of it.' He sighed.
'What a great circular logic.'
He hurried up and set the whole building to self-destruct while he allowed his machine to begin disintegration the moment he was gone.
"Fuck you." He urged his one-man ship towards the portal.
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Where the fuck am I?!
Yes, I am floating in space, BUT WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS SYSTEM?
Hahhh... Fucker. Alright.
Where am I.
No constellations to read from.
Nor any other star system I can extrapolate from.
I should start the scans.
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Alright, this is a much better planet than the last one.
Time to build myself a colony and try to figure out where will I go from here.
Stepping out of the ship, I ran my on-suit scanners.
Hmm? Plant...Trees? Th-...those are very high amounts of Photosynthetic efficiency.
Maybe—oh wow. After a long time, I can finally consume something other than humans.
Hmmm, yes, this is a very efficient photosynthesis. I'd rate the light and energy conversion to about 95%. This seems familiar.
...I've just turned myself into a walking powerplant. Literal plant. Part plant and viral creature, but who's asking anyways? For now—
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Alexander's whole form shook and writhed and suddenly exploded into a mass of twisting tentacles.
Everything within a kilometer was covered with red and black that then consumed all that it reached and turned into working sets of limbs performing the most esoteric of functions.
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...This is child's play. I might be able to conquer this solar system in just under a decade.
Not even a single alien on this system but there's plant life? Yeah, right. I won't risk it. I'll hide the fuck away everything.
After all, I now have an idea of where I am.
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I know where I am. I'm in the universe of Mass Effect. I don't know if whether or not I arrived at canon or before or after. But the one thing I did is what I'm proud of.
I turned myself Indoctrination proof.
Firstly, I have no need for a brain, each cell in me functions like a nanite. All part of a whole. And if either a part of the whole gets damaged or gets an upgrade, the whole reflects on it and does what it can.
Secondly, Indoctrination works only to those who have the capability to sense the Indoctrination itself, whether they know it or not. Therefore; no senses, no Indoctrination.
Third, I've found a way to shut off all senses and focus inside of me. Deep within my mind. While capable of going Hive Mind, I don't want to become zerg or rachni on these people. Still, I've properly employed a 'sixth sense' of sorts, like instincts or something. It worked when I tested it out. Cut off from all senses while still having bodily control I allowed my body to move when I knew something I should.
Enabling my senses again; I saw what I did. I just sliced a plant-tree into a thousand pieces.
It looks like instincts to me, it may not be really that, I need to train this and more.
But first, I need to create my own defenses or at least make some manually piloted robot the size of the moon to combat hostile ships.
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Progress, progress, progress... With more than a million minds, you would think that you've got it right already yes?
WRONG.
I may have built a mecha the size of the Moon, I may have turned myself into a walking powerplant. I may have made myself evolve past the physical shackles of mortality but when someone goes envious, all it takes would be just one push. Just one, and all the things in the universe goes against you.
Turians tried approaching me and fired when they saw me transform. Then the Salarians came too. Then the Humans. A few Batarians. All their purpose was to acquire me. To study me.
I think they went to fuck with their first contact encounter and decided to hell with it.
Meanwhile, I've found myself swarmed with Asari as much as they could.
They treat me as something that was similar to them when I let them meld with me one time. It wasn't even a deep level meld. Just the one for information exchange.
I think it was the part of me that turns someone's gray matter to become, well, me. Yes, that was probably the part they mistook for me about something with their species.
Still, a lot of Maidens and Matrons went to me for melding and mating purposes.
Somehow, they've turned my current planet into an Asari planet and laid their claim to me. Literally laid.
While I should be cautious, I am getting much from them.
Just that my attention can't be used to repair my totaled defenses, that they are now also learning from.
It's fine for me because they can't exactly become like me and control it with extra appendages.
Also, I even took extra precaution not to infect them, because I've found a use for my evolution points.
I evolved until I used it all up. Forcefully.
Right now, I'm more of a consciousness without form and can make it's own mortal coil with little to no effort. But I can't make anything other than what I am used to.
Also, part of the reason why the Asari mistook me as one of them. Like the first male of their kind.
I think they're, holy shit, they aren't exaggerating.
Fuck.
No, fuck me. They are all planning a race wide mating with me. Even the younger ones.
This is madness! I am not in an eroge or some trash filled fic!
This isn't how I wanna g—
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Day in, day out. I was fucked. Melding with Asari; left and right, up and down.
They've turned the system into an Asari controlled space.
The reapers were not yet a problem, meaning I have a few years maybe two decades before Shepard comes.
I may already have an Army of Waifus at my beck and call by then.
What else can I do? The Asari wants to mate left and right. It's like a free use experience aimed at making me their fuck toy.
I'm walking outside and saw someone who caught my interest? BLAM! Ragin' cock instantly inside without warning and they'd act as if it was normal and I should've done it in the first place. Sometimes, they'd catcall me.
I can't feel the hunger for flesh that I do back at Manhattan. Right now, I'm overridden with lust and I just can't help but fuck any Asari I see. Specially the young ones.
N-ahck-?!
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First, let's review the one from my Ryou Kusanagi persona.
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How the fuck did that escalate into me being killed by a Time God?
How the hell can Death let it be?
Did something so problematic happen that she can't even use her authority over my soul?
Or was my soul flung far away and reduced by so much that she can't reach or search for me?
Are we even in the same Omniverse? Because if we are, even if she is only limited to a single multiverse, then she should be able to find me. Even more so, now that I jump from universe to universe hounded by things that my Synths kill. NPC or not, those things die and must go to Death.
So where is she, or where the fuck am I? Was I too far away?
But-no, Rica found me. Was Rica that far away from the others- how are the others doing? Were they also looking for me?
Fuck. Too many questions.
Let's say for now that I am too far away, unreachable through means that only Rica and her broken abilities can reach me, that even Death cannot maintain her hold on my soul.
TL;DR... A mind-boggling event happened and I was at the short end of it.
I can settle with that.
For now.
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Next, the unknown set of memories where I lived as a kid somewhere in Boston and then reincarnated into Alexander Mercer. The literal game version.
No questions needed. I died of over-melding or something along the lines of oversex.
I died for a pathetic reason, but a death that some men risked their whole lives for... is still pathetic.
Although for all that happened, I got what I don't know I needed.
The memories of a child that played a fuckton of games and watched anime and all the hype and shit.
Meta-knowledge.
The previous chapter contained no less than two other stories or franchise that I failed to identify; Borderlands 1 with the characters and the alien sentinels; RWBY with the Nevermores that attacked the Heroes Association-HQ before Boros levelled the city. Certainly there exists among them Crossfire, Warhammer, Edge of Tomorrow, One Punch Man, and from the quest itself; Warcraft. 'To Craft a War', does that not ring any bells? I was incredibly lucky I have not encoutered any part of that franchise. Just imagine an army of undead or the Burning Legion. Annoying.
Again, because I sorted through my playthrough of High School of the Dead and the subsequent Isekai into Prototype and World Hopping into Mass Effect; I gained meta-knowledge.
Damn memories...
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'Recollections' completed.
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Again.
Damn memories...
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Recollections
[/] Sort through recent memories
+ Progress towards next chapter.
+ Game System Fully Onlne.
+ [?] Quest
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Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Convient Plot Device(s), pretty sure you've heard of them? Well, almost all Gamer fics smahes it right into your face.
My finger long-pressed the '[?] Quest'.
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Access Denied.
To access, please complete: [?]
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Another clueless task to do.
'Stats.'
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Access Denied.
To access, please complete: [?]
Processing 'Recollected' memory fragments.
Please wait.
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'Legend of Another Hero' unlocked.
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Legend of Another Hero
[] Finish Character Building
+ Legend of Another Hero perk.
+ Legends Never Die (BGM).
+ Quest Progession.
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The messages rapidly went in front of me and I was faced with a Level Up window, a la Vanilla Fallout New Vegas style; I was given fifty levels, together with the complementary skill points after each level up, and a surprising perk for each level.
Without any second thoughts, I blazed through the prompts. I grab what I don't already physically have and what I may possibly need.
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Perk Selection complete.
Awarding Path Specific Perks.
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Before my eyes, several perks popped up within their own screens before immediately disappearing and reappearing into a sorted list of all my perks.
My index finger closed it.
Because I am, once again, over powered-
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'Status Screen' now available.
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I sighed a deep sigh.
'Stats'
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Name: Jack Balthazar Silverdrift
Race: Post-Human
Title: Gamer | Lv. 50 | (0%)
Age: 19 [Suppressed] | DR: 85% | DT: 1124
HP: [1045 + 0] | HP/s: [3 + 0]
AP: [875 + 0] | AP/s: [3+ 0]
EC: 100% | 100% | 100%
Str: 10
Per: 10
End: 10
Chr: 10
Int: 10
Agi: 10
Luc: 10
M.E.: -
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That... is weird. Shouldn't I have more than 10 on each stats with my current physical and mental prowess?
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Recalculating, please wait.
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Ah.
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Name: Jack Balthazar Silverdrift
Race: Post-Human
Title: Gamer | Lv. 50 | (0%)
Age: 19 [Suppressed] | DR: 85% | DT: 1124
HP: [1870 + 0] | HP/s: [11.3 + 0]
AP: [1040 + 0] | AP/s: [8.5 + 0]
EC: 100% | 100% | 100% | 100% | 100%
Str: 52
Per: 21
End: 51
Chr: 11
Int: 23
Agi: 52
Luc: 10
M.E.: -
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There we go. Now-
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(Lore)
Hurdle after Hurdle, you chased.
Goal after goal, you finished.
Conquest after conquest, you thrived.
In the end, what have you?
In the end, all that's left was you.
Forevermore, it will only be you.
It has to be.
Because...
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This doesn't feel good.
I don't like this.
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Select a Path
[ ] The cycle of life and death continues.
[ ] Villains suffer, no matter what.
[ ] War, war never changes...
[ ] That's how it always will be.
[ ] A candle cannot hold against a star.
[ ] Madness is but a bitter mercy.
[ ] The night begins to shine.
[ ] Nothing.
[ ] Because.
[ ] ?
*Wrong choices offer grave consequences.
*Right choices offer favorable consequences.
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...-this motherfuck...
I want to be angry, shout, and smash things.
This is the [Mythical Wife Quest!] all over again, and I didn't like how it ended. Even when the entire thing was favorable for me.
It took a few chapters, but I died.
I died.
FUCKING DIED!
Do you want that? Of course, no one would. The false sense having a choice was that and more; it was a pitfall of demise.
I do not want to make a choice.
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Randomizing.
Please wait.
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NO!
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The cycle of life and death continues;
You will live, THEY WILL DIE.
[ ] Kill Elder Flirxwy (2)
[ ] (Optional) Turn (1) Flirxwy into dormancy.
+ GIft: Payoff
+ World Key (1)
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God, why?
WHY D-
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Withdrawing main dependencies - [Fallout]
Inserting main dependencies - [Worm]
Importing dependencies - [Fallout]
Merging subroutines - [Fallout/Worm]
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Parsing successful.
Implementing merged subroutines...
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Another day, another job.
Well, as much as what a gangster does for a job.
Especially when he's peddling drugs. Just like any other day, like any other addict. Wake up, get high, eat, get high, shower if there's water, make meth, get high, eat meth, fuck some hooker, sleep, get high, and not exactly in that particular order.
Well, at least not today.
As he got up to get a drink, the building warbled. He could swear there's a cape fight going on.
"SKIDMARK's GOIN' WILD! OUT'TA BUILDIN'!"
Of course, like everyone else, he ran. But not after them, he jumped to the nearby window, broke through glass, and landed just one floor from where he jumped; into Squealer's expansive garage.
"SKIDS WAIT!" He heard Squealer shout.
Then, everything went to shit right before his eyes.
A semi-truck-turned-APC careened into the street and relentlessly fired its weapons at a moving blue force field bubble/dodecahecadron of some sort. Skidmark was doing something, because he was just there, standing. Maybe he was helping the semi's gun-
The blue thing disappeared and Squealer screamed,
"NOO! YOU COCKSUC-"
Skidmark's head exploded, followed by the car's spontaneous combustion that sent it flying high into the air and away from the block.
Afraid he'll be following the same fate as the cape, he ran, but not before he felt warm and tingling.
Not long after he tried to run, he collapsed.
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I have calmed.
Because, really, this is what I faced countless of times already.
But that doesn't mean I have to accept it.
Attention was finally given to the other screens that popped up during my rage.
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Consequences.
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Right behind that screen lies a, what I think is a character creation page, that from the looks of it, is very full of details and will probably take me hours to properly understand.
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It didn't took me an hour or two; just shy of three. Which is reasonable enough because if I hadn't, I wouldn't have found a glaring hole on the [Powers] selection part.
Holes, actually.
But there is one specific set of holes that allowed me to acquire more than ten powers at the cost of taking almost half the flaws and dumping most of the [Shard Points] at one perk. It's a path that lies beyond brokenness with just one tiny misalignment; it made me save points to get powerful version of powers.
I'll put up this reminder; it seems beneficial for me, but at what cost?
In the end I decided to acquire three followers, which I had no way of knowing their origins, or who will be inserted, the game selected random people. But their powers? I chose them. Well, that and their perks and flaws. Which may or may not bite me in the ass.
The guidelines said that they need to be aligned with what [Path] I chose.
And my choices led them to being OP. They all are. If I managed to do it right. IF.
Right after I finished the [Character Creation], along with carefully tweaking everything and making sure that I took into consideration what the [Powers] pool hinted-
I was suddenly ripped away from the helm of my first Infinity Warship.
I lost all my senses. Even my Omni-Sense.
Then a message flashed through my mind,
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Thank you for your time.
The following screens will explain your circumstances for the duration of your stay.
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I dismissed it and waited for some time...
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Legend of Another Hero.
The circumstances surrounding the perk allows you to carry over previous achievements, personal or not. This includes your backstories and all history, known or unknown.
Physics and other [Disciplines] that may explain, justify, theorize, or assess any phenomena of the previous world are merged with the destination's. This is to make the transition smoother and allow elements from the previous world(s) to function. As well as allow the Gamer Power to seamlessly work in the background, should the [Phenomena Resolution Cortex] fail.
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The cycle of life and death continues;
You will live, THEY WILL DIE.
[ ] Find a way to break the cycle lest history repeat itself.
+ Self-Updating, Self-Adjusting Quest Reward.
- Self-Updating, Self-Adjusting Quest Penalty.
*Reward can be anything related to current circumstance upon quest completion.
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After the final message displayed itself, my senses came back and I felt falling through an elongated wormhole-tunnel.
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-/He... disappeared.../-
0.012 nanosecond after that thought, a state of emergency has been declared.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Mobius screamed as he barged into the bridge.
Cortana-L, the one who first observed the fact, answered, "The Chief Director disconnected from all our known network connections."
"Extrapolate."
-\Should I?\-
-/Please let me sister./-
"Last recording of Chief Director Silverdrift shows that he has disappeared unlike our methods of teleportation. 0.13 microseconds thereafter, his connections followed. Either he went too far from our established relays, or he was compromised." Cortana-L explained.
But before Mobius could speak, Cortana-R butted in; "In times such as this, we must follow protocols or contingencies... It seems to fall under BS-[OP-Gamer-Powers™]-"
"That means we must hide ourselves and continue all work as if constantly pursued and hunted down by nigh omnipotent beings." Cortana-L finished.
"Is Protocol Consolidation admissible?" Mobius asked.
"Yes." Cortana-R supplied.
"Let us, begin. DALA! I want to know if Deathclaws-"
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I was unceremoniously dumped onto someone;
Quickly activated VATS.
I can't.
Organ GRX.
Success.
I glanced at everything around me.
I am in a garage or auto-repair shop.
I am armored with a Nanosuit 2.
But while I am indeed armored, my genitalia was free.
And in a feat only found in hentai animes, my cock was currently 'out' and sheathed on a half-naked woman, whose body was prone down on the ground; possibly from my falling.
I didn't waste time and immediately pulled my cock and into my suit. I saw a guy snarling at me from the entrance.
I activated the stealth cloak on my armor.
I can't.
Stealth boy on my hip.
Success.
I took one more look around; to my left is a car of sorts, possibly where the woman came from, to my right is a semi-truck filled to the brim with weapons and thick armor platings. Most likely it's inspired with fighting against the Hulk or someone near that tier.
I ran my commands on my neural implant/organ and accessed my quantum inventory.
I can't.
Others?
Success.
My personal Photonic Resonance Barrier went to life and encapsulated me as I crouched.
Something crashed against the shield.
I didn't know how they saw m- I was invisible, but then I had to screw it with the visible PRB over my body.
I queried again to access my quantum inventory.
||Error.
The quantum lock was scrambled beyond all logic.
My brain overclocked as I provided the four trillion long sequence of code with the help of the Nanosuit's on board AIs.
At the rightmost bottom corner of my vision just above the bar that says AP, I saw one of the five EC things go to the sixty-percentile range.
The E probably stood for Energy, but the C may stand for cache, capacitor, container, or something. I'll refer to it as capacitor.
The hail of objects against my shield is alarmingly increasing. And they have little regard for the woman benea-
Fuck, my omni sense isn't up to snuff right now. The woman was missing. I looked around, the whole place was already littered with destroyed vehic-
A vehicle slammed at me. I was not immovable, yet, and I found myself in the street.
The three AIs reported the successful recoding of the lock, now, for the recoding of the key.
I zipped around the street; the key was finished relatively quick and I was already searching for an Overcharged MFC Grenade. I turned off the shield.
No sooner than I found it had I chucked it underneath the car a few paces away from me.
Energy Capacitor displayed the fifth as 0% and the fourth as 91%. I was still invisible but I wasn't banking on that. So, I pulled out a Sonic Emitter Pistol, as I disabled my Stealth Boy MK. VI, subsequently firing an overcharged shot at the snarling... hmm, he looks like a drug addict.
Well, less problems for the world.
The shot might've had been too effective.
His head exploded.
The MFC Grenade exploded.
The car exploded too.
Then I was treated to the warm feeling of radiation. An abnormally high amount of radiation (its safe for me) from an overcharged MFC grenade.
If this was the game- no fuck that, right now, my HUD is saying over 900 rads.
Everyone in the immediate area had fallen unconscious, or worse.
I pulled out a Mk. V GECK and ran a quick rad clean up. It hummed as I ran over to where the car exploded.
I disabled GRX.
What I think I felt as a quiet HUM coming from the GECK was fucking THUNDERING when I disabled GRX.
I turned it off, someone might get attracted.
No sooner had I placed it back was I attacked with a kukri or something by a man wearing an Oni mask.
Then, he pulled a few pins.
"MOTHERFU-"
Tried VATS, still can't.
I activated GRX. Sub-optimal.
Tried to run but the grenades on the man's hands had already ignited and is on the process of exploding with somethin-
PAIN
PAIN
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I stemmed it within my mind, THIRD AI was already circumventing the nerve receptors.
A pain grenade.
My theories were correct.
This World is wild. Wilder than Mojave's [Wild, Wild Wasteland]. The man who managed to fascinate the author with this fictional World deserves a bow.
The pain was gone, and I have recovered.
I reactivated GRX and shook my left wrist in a pattern; from my omni-bracelets came a group of projected Security Holograms.
They started walking into the air and past the height of the buildings around us.
Being under the effects of Organ GRX, I see them walking just like any other person on any street, but I assume that it seems ridiculous for others to see holograms rapidly shuffling their feet as they ascended into the air.
The truth is that their current animation was all part of a ruse.
They can shoot anytime at any given target. Or even seemingly teleport to various location within projection range.
The reason for the animation was that the projector at my left wrist was only gathering unavailable telemetry because my omni-sense wasn't working.
I wasn't being a veritable source of telemetry right now. It had to make do with the Nanosuit's.
Without any fanfare all sixteen holograms suddenly shot at something. Most likely vantage points with unwanted occupants.
Deeming it safe, I sent a command to the projector to disable light emission but still enable projection. As with many of my technologies, I made sure to always have a back up plan.
Just when I wanted to walk forwards, I was hurled forwards by three blocks, through various objects before cratering a storefront. My body felt restricted. I found a considerable layer of frosty ice covering me, the entire nanosuit.
I began thawing, arming myself with a Gauss sub-rifle as well as re-enabling the holograms.
Pain wracked my mind again and left the AIs to deal with it. Losing the only chance to fire the Gauss sub-rifle.
My focus forcibly shifted to the teleporting cloner that continuously suicide bombs me.
He can have multiple clones but only one does the suicide bombing.
I can't use the Gauss sub-rifle. Too many targets.
I activated the suit's stealth cloak and the stealth boy at my hip, then threw a PRB generator forward. It was big enough to shield me; or at least look like I ran and activated my shield for fear of being bombed again.
He took the bait.
My suit's Ion Thrusters ignited and I took to the skies while leaving behind a stealth cloaked hologram emitter.
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My escape was sub optimal; I consumed far more EC causing me to abruptly drop from around a thousand feet and into what I assume, was another gang.
Without energy to keep me under stealth, I had visibly dropped onto a man, possibly killing him, most likely not a cape.
Then I was attacked by what I think are two capes; one was an oversized dog and the other was... -I think- hurling piercing wind attacks on me.
But my suit, being far more durable than a Crysis' Canon 2nd Gen Nanosuit, endured their attacks while I waited for at least two tanks of my EC to fully recharge.
The Gauss sub-rifle at my back went into quantum inventory, replaced by a Hyper-Edged Proton Chainsword. It seems to me that all the proper quantum tunneling and connections I have with my omni bracelets were reset or scrambled beyond recognition and thus I suffer the lack of power supply.
I charged head-on to the steel dog that's... are those hooks? That's stupid... but it works.
My chainsword began hacking away at the suddenly retreating oversized metal dog and consequently ignored the one behind me.
The metal dog seems to be capable of regenerating. And my Mach treatment isn't working because my Chainsword would just cleave through and leave behind a neat cut instead of bludgeoning the thing.
So I brought out an Adamantium-3A Super-Sledge and decided to do a whack-a-mole.
The dog crumpled.
I stored the weapon. My EC is back to two charges full. Third one is in the 20s so I'm set to go.
I made a charged jump and landed onto a five-story building. Stealth cloak and stealth boy shrouded me and I began rooftop hopping.
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My escape, once again, was sub-par. I found where the car that I caused to explode. I think this might be the reason why the Oni masked guy tried to kill me. It has landed on another gang's territory.
An Asian gang by the looks of it.
And I was flying without a set destination.
It's understandable, because I was busy lining up code after code just to establish my quantum connections and quantum tunneling.
Now, my EC is always at full capacity. And my Nanosuit's entire armor features are active.
And my omni-sense is almost functional. I just need to heal from the damage my organs sustained during my transit into this World.
I issued the disintegration protocol to all the devices I may have left behind to ensure no one copies my technology.
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Followers of the Apocalypse.
Yes, you're an Apocalypse.
[ ] Find and secure Jennifer Price.
[ ] Find and secure Sarah Ashton.
[ ] Find the two others to reveal the third.
+ Access to [2nd Triggered - Cauldron Vial] x 4
+ Access to other [Perks]
*[Skills] and [Flaws] are fully provided/implemented
*with most of the perks still locked, the rest accessible.
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Oka- oh, nice. Quest markers.
And I have a 3D map...
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2007Hrs XX/XX/XXXX
Now that I got to thinking, how the hell had that car's explosion sent it so far? Was the MFC grenade that strong? Or was it because I chose the [Flaw] [Worst Day Ever] three times?
It's not even that much of a problem.
I deal with that kind of problem on a constant basis.
I just, lost all the care in the world when it comes to it. It's turned into a mild annoyance.
A great annoyance for this case, seeing that most of the capes have the tendency to be somehow resilient and are always aggressi-wait. Are they all [Natural Trigger]s?
Because if they do, then that explains a lot about how they always seem aggressive. This isn't [Fallout] where you shoot first, ask questions never. This is [Worm], a world I know nothing about. But with me taking on undesirable [Flaws]? It might have stacked on their favor to see no further reason to attack me on top of my luck being that of a protagonist's...
Well, if we put them in [Fallout] without powers, I'd gamble they wouldn't survive for a year.
Even if I get inserted into [Fallout] as an [Earth Prime] human, I might not actually last a year.
The background radiation levels are still high enough and the resources you could scavenge are already scavenged by everyone. Twice over.
By only having the [Narrative] and a few [Convenient Plot Devices] could you survive without being the main character.
Even then, you'd probably die to the mutated wildlife or ganged by raiders.
No matter. That's a thing for another time.
I knocked on the apartment's door.
"Enter." I heard the command. It wasn't a reply to my knock, it felt like an outright order.
Closing the door behind me, I unequipped the Nanosuit, a three-piece black suit took it's place over my body.
"Who are you?" Jennifer Price asked.
I replied as I turned to address the speaker... but was unable to.
My knees felt weak.
My mind was confused.
My body was singing in joy.
In front of me, sitting as if she were on a throne and not a simple chair was my Player One.
"Gil." it came out as a hushed murmur.
But I think she heard.
What happened was so slow, my now fully functional Omni-Sense predicted it and screamed at me that she aims to grapple and lock me into a choke hold.
I let her.
"I will not ask again, who are you?" she asked, voice seething.
I look like nothing my Alexander Mercer persona. I do not carry with me the same air that I did back then.
But I have an ace that I can use.
"Now you're groping me. Last I remember you were adamant on me courting you."
She froze.
"A... Alex?"
"Yes, Gil?"
Her chokehold became an embrace.
"Alex!"
"Yes?"
"ALEX!" She shook me, burying herself on the nape of my neck.
"Yes, I missed you too... so, so, so, fucking much, Gilgamesh."
I already felt her quiet sob, "I waited for you. I searched for you.
"I felt so miserable without you.
"For so long, I almost died."
Death has no hold on her, how can she die?
"Then. The Disease you've had that turned us into Players vanished. Unreachable. Untraceable.
"Only Rica and Erica had the power to breach Worlds.
"We waited for them to find us,
"We almost gave up. Too tired from searching for eons."
"Gil."
"Only Rica sought after us after being unable to convene at a predetermined point. Erica was... lost."
"Gil."
"What."
"I'm sorry but I need to find two more people. One female. You are named Jennifer Price in this [Instance] right?"
"Yes."
"Then one of the other two might be Saber."
"Then let us... much as I want to savor this moment, let us make haste."
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The quest marker pointed us to the Boardwalk.
And the journey was hectic.
We had to dodge every ganger on the way.
Gilgamesh seems to have been inserted to her current body without her inherent abilities and is too tired from dealing with the consequences of my choices.
First, I need to say she's a stock trader for a trading company.
She had to deal with her portfolio accumulating so much unrealized loss that she had to quickly engage in large volumes of trades before the market closes. But even then, she only managed to breakeven. Without taking tax and trade fees into consideration.
Then there's the matter that I didn't like.
My choices... I...
I... inevitably led her to fight through three attempted rapes by three different gangs...
She was too tired to be angry at me. And I was very thankful it wasn't superpowered individuals that went after her. Because the problem wouldn't be if I can secure her alive, it would be securing her without that happening.
My only hope was for the other two followers to be relatively safe, considering the error of my choices.
Our destination was called Ashton Training and Review Center.
We were too late.
The two story building was already burning, surrounded by what I think, are Nazis. Empire 88. I recognize their insignia from the [Path Specific] selection.
Gil wanted to charge in but her current body was tired.
I gave her three pieces of varying shields so she may find safety if she gets caught.
Without hesitation, I charged in.
Organ GRX was being overclocked to compensate for the still dysfunctional VATS. The Nanosuit's onboard supercomputer was burning hot to aid me, and while I am unaffected, it allowed me the visage of a burning man in a power armor. As if I was a blazing red rod of steel freshly pulled from the forge.
It seems to have demoralized most of the unpowered Neo-nazis.
I didn't care.
My revving Tesla Chainsword cleaved through them via Mach treatment.
For while I have better armament, this particular one leaves a nasty effect; scattering charred and gruesomely bisected corpses is as shit inducing as it is to fear impending death. Even the loud whistling of the chains as it cut the air around it was enough to signify mortal terror.
I didn't bother counting how many bodies I've cleaved through; yes, bodies. I couldn't care any more than the fact that they are on my way.
The AI informed me of four more out of twenty-six.
Tesla Chainsword revving at 1.9 million rpm passed through them, and soon I let it clang to the ground as I rushed into the burning building.
Once again, I felt weak.
Powerless.
But not from joy or confusion.
But from trepidation.
From fear of losing my precious Arturia.
The second floor collapsed.
"NO!"
My body moved and half succeeded from protecting her.
Her, god why is this happening?! her arm was mangled, legs crippled beyond recognition, and is suffocating.
"please don't do this to me"
With great trepidation I cleared the rubble, turned off GRX, forcefully begun freezing procedures halfway to prevent her from getting burns, and carefully extracted her .
It was when I was outside that I saw Gilgamesh on her knees, fists on the ground.
Anger. Scorn. Sorrow.
Tears were unbidden as they traced the side of her face.
"THIS. IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"I DIDN'T WANT THIS!"
"YOU CHOSE THIS!"
Before we could argue any further, Arturia coughed and caught my attention.
I set her down on the ground and pulled several equipment from my quantum inventory.
My body whirred into action.
Organ GRX begged to stop.
In no less than thirteen seconds I have assembled an Auto-Doc Mk. XVIII. Only then I let it stop.
Full of care and caution, I started carrying Arturia from the ground and carried her into the Auto-Doc.
Reactivating Organ GRX at a normal level, I set about to healing Arturia all the while augmenting her failing body.
I heard the whistling of my chainsword and its cackle of electricity and the smell of its ozone.
It struck my neck from the back, thankfully, it didn't hit the Auto-Doc. The nanosuit was breached, but uninjured.
I ignored the damage, just as I I ignored Gilgamesh, and tried to finish my operation on Arturia. I can't lose her.
Fallout medicines seems to not fully work properly on her body. Only going half-way the full effects.
I have to make do with all the available augmentations and octuple the medication to bring about sufficient, unconventional, healing.
Within four minutes and fifty-three seconds of real-time, and relatively longer under the effects of Organ GRX, I finished healing Arturia with 3rd Gen Synth parts while ensuring proper genetic bonding and full organ acceptance.
Projected healing is around six hundred and ninety-three seconds with assistance from injected nanites to help boost immune system and rapidly gather or carry nutrients to organs or any body part in need.
At the same time, the nanosuit has repaired itself from the surprising damage.
I turned off GRX and opened the Auto-Doc to extract Arturia.
"Your turn." I said to Gilgamesh.
"No."
"Please, I don't want this to happen again." I begged.
"...You made the choice the moment it was offered. You may have been asked if it really was what you wanted, a confirmation, and you proceeded. Uncaring of the consequences."
I felt my stomach churn heavier than it should be.
In front of me was a quest update.
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Followers of the Apocalypse.
Yes, you're an Apocalypse.
[/] Find and secure Jennifer Price.
[/] Find and secure Sarah Ashton.
[ ] Find Hannah Rose Potter.
+ Access to [2nd Triggered - Cauldron Vial] x 4
+ Access to other [Perks]
*[Skills] and [Flaws] are fully provided/implemented
*with most of the perks still locked, the rest accessible.
-x-x-x-
"This is a stealth boy, use it to hide both of you."
My Nanosuit overclocked and engaged 3000% capacity on my ion thrusters.
In no less than twenty-two seconds, I was at the destination.
Greeting me was a sight I wish to have never happened... But the world...
The World, ceased to find coherence.
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The cape known as Lung, is a villain. Someone who was recently attacked with one of Squealer's vehicle. Albeit, a destroyed one. He sent Oni Lee towards their general location to retaliate in kind.
He was unsuccessful.
Some Tinker cape was already at the scene. And it looked like the tinker was the source of it all, Lee tried to kill the tinker.
It survived the pain grenade that put almost all test subjects into vegetable states.
The cape retaliated with some kind of Master power, projecting sixteen holograms that quickly flew to scan the field and locate Oni Lee and his clones.
It didn't do anything other than destroy the clones.
Oni Lee retaliated.
The cape survived the combination of flash freeze grenades.
And then any subsequent types of grenades, as it turned invisible and cowered behind an impenetrable force field.
Oni Lee relentlessly bombarded the cape while he took fire from the Projections.
It lasted an hour.
Nothing worked.
Then Lee tried the last one.
It didn't work. No, not even the time stopping grenade worked.
The Projections were still firing even when Oni Lee confirmed that the insides of the force field was also frozen in time.
He can believe it. Somehow. Due to one of his underlings showing him Uber & Leet's pay-per-view exclusive video feed. As well as the report from Oni Lee himself.
But what confused him was the part where the Projections looked to be in pain and tried to scream but were unable to make a sound. Abruptly followed by an explosion just right outside the edge of the time stop grenade's area of effect. When the time stop field ended, even the force field exploded.
Then he heard news of an Armored cape that took on Stormtiger and Hookwolf and defeated Hookwolf before escaping.
It appears to be that the cape somehow escaped and had managed to fool Lee into thinking he was inside the force field.
The news rattled him. It would make them look like a bunch of fools. The other gangs will see this as a moment of weakness. To save face, he decided to perform a skirmish near the docks or the Trainyard or the Boardwalk, anywhere. Just so everyone can see them still capable of holding their own territory and is still strong enough -or even stronger than before- to be capable of expanding.
Then he heard the piece of news he was waiting for so long; he had the Undersider's location.
He could kill two birds with one stone.
All he had to do was wait for confirmation that most of them, if not all, were present at the location and the rest is history.
He waited, and he waited, and he waited.
Until his mooks confirmed that they were staying for the night in their location.
He immediately set out.
The information was wrong.
They weren't there.
Someone decided to mess with him.
Either there was a Master or Stranger in his ranks or something else, the mooks were compromised. He rampaged into the Boardwalk.
The Wards patrolling were rooted in place upon seeing him. Why wouldn't they? He was already eight foot tall and his draconic features were showing.
Any damage he sustains would be healed by his power and in time, turn him into his full form.
He saw the perfect target. A group of E88 mooks harrassing people.
It was not quick.
It was brutal.
And during his toying with the mooks, he unknowingly destroyed civilian properties, killing several of them in the process.
It wasn't a concern of his. The Empire knew better than to anger him.
Then he saw the same cape that eluded Oni Lee, burning red hot like him right now, and is diving straight towards him.
A Kamikaze.
He didn't know how long he toyed with the mooks, but it was long enough for him to quickly heal from any damage short of Brute 6.
But what hit him was more of Brute 9 and had buried him beyond the pavement.
And he feels it was increasing in strength just like he could and will probably surpass the implied limit by the PRT if he can't match the cape.
He feels, he could still match the cape. All he needs is time.
That was what he thought.
But by then, Hell had already decided to fall on him.
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When I regained my sense of self and properly perceived my omni-sense; I was greeted by a charred, cut-up, smoking body.
My latest memory was when I saw Hannah, lying dead under debris with rebars possibly stuck through her. A pool of blood underneath her cooling body.
I began my slow walk towards her, upon reaching, I slowly removed any rubble there was.
The pieces of rebar that stabbed her throughout her body were removed.
Grief filled me.
I finished clearing and tried to carry her on my arms when I noticed a piece of paper on her crushed hand. I quickly used a small pack of nanites to analyze what was written on the A4.
'Death told me of this event when I left her domain. She told me something was overthrowing her hold on us and that we would be next. Something, might have been hunting you. Please don't cry Peter. I am already resurrected by the time you have read this. Not by Death, but by my own actions. If you will examine my body, you will find augmentations that belie what is possible. These augmentations are not technological in composition but only in nature as it took a biological form. Nonetheless, my consciousness have already traveled the void and into another body. Continue your journey and may we meet again dear brother. With love, Hannah.'
I screamed incoherently.
It wasn't fair.
It didn't make sense.
...her death is still a death.
Wracked with grief, I gave her a funeral pyre using my nanites to analyze her body before beginning disintegration.
A hand rested on my right shoulder.
Rica was beside me.
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I found Arturia and Gilgamesh exiting a stealth field, they recognized me and Rica when we turned off ours.
Together, the four of us went to the secret lair we have. It was through a comfort room of the local mall, the one at the second floor's female comfort room.
Being midnight, we had to sneak in. Thankfully, the mall didn't have anything that could detect us under the effects of a stealth boy.
When we got inside, everyone quickly settled down.
I only chose three followers.
Somehow, I have four.
Rica is here but without her powers too. Like Arturia and Gilgamesh. It was as if she replaced Hannah's place.
And the both of them, Arturia and Gilgamesh, are still thinking about what I did.
We were together now, yes. But they had to suffer in exchange for it.
Arturia wasn't angry but was trying to come to terms of what I did and is trying to help Gilgamesh do the same.
The whole thing went through Rica.
She just stayed there with me as we all rested in two separate rooms.
Not needing much sleep with my vastly improved body, I took my time to check everything I have on my quantum inventory. To see if I can find a way to contact one of my Warships.
Simultaneously, with my Nanosuit capable of connecting to this world's internet, I began surfing popular social media sites.
I checked the board/forum that most of the people are using. Already, I have speculations about my powerset and possible alignment. I was implied a Rogue or a Vigilante but said as an Independent Hero seeing that all those that I attacked or have dealt with were only the gangs of this city. With power class of Brute, Tinker, Master, and Shaker. Most of them refuted it was just a high end rating of Tinker that can be explained if they just took into consideration the suit's display. One person got banned from speculating too much about my identity. Apparently there are unwritten rules about engagement in the world of capes.
You do not escalate any situation.
You do not kill so you may not be killed.
You do not reveal identities.
I ignored those and all the other unwritten rules, proceeding with my try at hacking servers.
Surprisingly, I couldn't even find a favorable position that wouldn't reveal me. So I tried different ways to go about it.
Large scale VPNs are not yet the hype for these people. But there are small VPNs; they are limited and with strange coding I can't seem to understand. The result; I can bounce a number of connections through a loop of signal bounces, but they are very very limited. There are almost no satellites to connect to, much less hi-jack. I can't properly piggy-back.
Then comes the matter of Endbringers, particularly the one that ruled the sky and the main reason for lack of proper satellites; The Simurgh. Or Ziz as some has taken to call it. Or her.
She looks like a naked giantess with mishapen white wings that has a propensity for using telekinesis to build Tinkertech equipment and use sound to debilitate capes and her surroundings. It was theorized she can see the future. A pre-cog. Or pre-cognition powered individual.
But if that's the case, then... this is one of my theories being confirmed by the Character Creation, that there are these Pre-Cogs that would prove hard to kill and is the reason why I took the [Blindspot].
... The local Parahuman Response Team has issued a statement and an order that I report to their headquarters, to 'answer to my actions'. The one at the bay shining like fuck with their forcefield.
I didn't care.
I just want this to be over.
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"FOR THE LAST TIME IT WAS HIS CHOICE!"
"I told you, he didn't know it was us. If he did, he would've softened it for us. Knowing him, he would've preferred not taking any of the [Flaws] for us in the first place."
"AND SOMEONE WE BARELY KNEW DIED! THE THIRD ONE!"
"Gil, we already found him. What happened, happened. Would you prefer we haven't found him and this happened still?"
"Of course not!"
"Alright. If that's the case, then..."
"..."
"Come now, you know what I'm saying..."
"No."
"P-"
"No."
"B-"
"No."
"Heh... I won."
"No. Arturia. You did not. And I still can't believe he did it."
"Can't or won't?"
"Both. Either he was tricked, OR information was held from him and he let himself be fooled thinking he has the upper hand, OR something else entirely."
"Possibly the two latter cases."
"Yes, that's what I also thought. But the chances of being tricked was still existent, close to zero but it still exists."
"For the meantime, what to do about this place? We passed through a threshold of sorts, a portal most likely, to reach this place. It seems a waste to just have these four rooms when the portal could've led to a different World."
"Four rooms? There's two more?"
"Yes, I found them when looking for food and the bathroom. My body's calling for it."
"And now we're back to you-"
"Please, Gil. I was hurt. I was healed."
"YOU ALMOST DIED!"
"But I didn't and he did everything he could to heal me."
"He couldn't heal death."
"Are we arguing about coulds and woulds? Because if it's the goal, I'd rather be alone with him in a sound proofed room."
"Knowing you, you'd probably want to be heard."
"You know me so well."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"It feels like it does."
"No, it shouldn't."
"Oh, now we add shoulds to coulds and would-"
"S-shut up!"
"I want to rest now. Gil."
"Hmph."
"Get over here give me the warm cuddles!"
"... fine."
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Morning came and I have finished cataloguing my entire quantum inventory.
I have the materials to build a small spaceship but I lack the man power to quickly do so.
We still don't have the powers or the vials I bought and the other one I have had chosen for my third follower to buy on her own.
I've come to terms with the effects of the actions I've done. And so, I move on.
They aren't parahumans yet, and even if they were, nourishment is a must.
I went through the automatic portal that links our secret base to the mall and exited the mall's second floor female's comfort room under a stealth field.
I saw where the grocery section is and promptly set to gathering what we need. Possibly only the minimal to avoid confusion on the grocer's item stock inventory. Enough to just garner a report saying they have spoiled goods or misplaced goods. They possibly won't send an entire police force to investigate the disappearance of some cheap items.
By the end of my gathering, I've had yeast, water, eggs, canned goods, bacons, bread, condiments, disposable plates and cups, and utensils.
When I came back, I was surprised to find Rica cooking already.
My efforts were wasted, or so I guess.
"Finally, real food." Gil whined...?
I smelled the air, and noticed the distinct smell of Yao-Guai meat.
"Just because it smells bad does not mean it doesn't taste good." I said.
"We know."
All three of them said in unison.
It prompted a quiet giggle from the two while Gil seemed irritated by the fact.
I began preparation and worked alongside Rica to prepare a small feast.
"Uhhh, why are we quiet?" I asked, feeling them do non-verbal communication behind my back.
"... Why the change in appearance?" Arty asks.
Hmm... that's a long stor- I think I can shorten it, "My identity cortex was compromised and the fail safes were activated. All of them."
"So... that's why we-"
"Can't find me?"
"Yes."
"I left a promise, right? That I'd come back or at least will find all of you?"
"Yes, believe me, I wanted to wait. But the two of them convinced me to join the search."
Only Two? Shouldn't they be four?
She seems to have caught on my line of thought, "Altria... took it the worst out of all of us. She remains in deep sleep, waiting. Her location has been lost to us, having travelled to look for you for so long. And Erica... cannot be found. The same way we can't find you."
"...I'm sorry. I know I promised. And may have never fulfilled it.
"Until recently have I only gained the power to blindly travel between universes. The greater Multiverses and the far expansive Omniverses are out of my current reach-"
"We're not asking for excuses." Gil butted in. Rica remained indifferent.
"No. I don't think you do. But for what it's worth, I only did what I did for fear of losing any you. My only solace right now was that Hannah, the one who died yesterday, has her own contingencies to resort to. Else I'd be a bundle of grief. But right now, I still feel the grief but is overshadowed by joy, embarrassing as it might be for me."
"You?" Gil scoffed, "Embarrassed? Since when have you got a lick shame in your soul? Since when have you got a shade of embarrassment in you?"
"...do you hate me?" I asked.
Rica forcefully dragged me into another room.
"No.
"No. Don't think that. Don't start down that path.
"Please." She begged me as she held my hand and her tears flowed.
I don't know what to feel, really, this Gamer Power has done me more good yes. But the total sum of that is nothing compared the damages it wrought on me.
"I..."
"It's okay. You don't have to answer right now."
"No, I won't."
"But it doesn't feel you really wouldn't!" she expressed through the tears.
"I don't even understand why you're doing this, maybe this is your intuition acting up again. So, no. I promise not to go down whatever path you are saying."
She shook her head, "You can't understand. Not right now."
Is this really about the future? It seems like it refers to the past. Something I can't quite remember or something else.
Rica composed herself and wiped the tears away. With gentle steps, she led me back to the kitchen.
Gil was there with eyes blood shot being consoled by Arturia whose face was ridden with worry and annoyance.
Everything was quiet once again.
Both Rica and I finished the small feast and we all ate our fill.
I quickly went to one of the rooms Arturia discovered and settled myself on a chair facing what seems to be a workbench.
I busied myself with constructing stratagems and possible tactics to use to combat a Flirxwy if we wouldn't get our powers.
Because if we get them, it would just be a matter of not relenting on the offensive.
A few moments later, Rica had joined me and started... inventing things using items she has in her pip-boy inventory.
"Do you have powers yet?"
"No."
I resumed my formulation of plans.
Hmm... this will get me nowhere if I don't do something.
I immediately set about, assembling a mobile quantum shield and an array of quantum anchors so I can go willy nilly with teleporting back here. It took only thirteen minutes. As an additional, I also deployed an Auto-Doc (while issuing another disintegration signal if I left another piece of tech lying around) and a Self-Contained Matter Transformation Device; complete with all the items it could make with it's size.
Rica went to town on using it.
With near-limitless source of energy from the combination of microfusion breeders, zetan theta cells, eridium, and a trace of CryFibrill, there seemed to be no end to what Rica ordered it to make.
Meanwhile, I excused myself and went outside under stealth cloak and stealth field.
I stopped at the mall's roof.
My mind was taking on a lot of questions.
'Why is this happening between us?'
'Where the fuck are my vials?'
'How the fuck do we survive against a Flirxwy, a multiversal being that can disregard physics if only to use it against its enemies?'
It all boiled down to those three's variants.
Hmm...
Wait...
I got a perk at the end of my [Path-Specific] selection.
"Door Me."
Lo and behold, without any fancy visual effects, a rectangular door to somewhere opened in front of me. A woman in a grey/black suit waiting for me. As if waiting for me to come inside.
She looks like the woman at th- oh, I think she is. Except it's all real and 3D here.
I took the portal.
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Ever heard of the Illuminati?
How about the version of it for super powered individuals?
No, it's not those from DC or Marvel.
It's the one from this world. Cauldron.
See, this world, well, their enclosed multiverse, is crawling with what I think I was supposed to kill. Flirxwy.
Those who are called capes have these... shards. These shards are what provides them with superhuman levels of power. And the game offered for me to have it. A lot of it.
Anyways.
There are twelve classifications as to the type of powers the shards, with some being less paid attention to help prevent mass panic. They are called, in no particular order, Blaster, Breaker, Brute, Changer, Mover, Shaker, Striker, Thinker, Tinker, Trump, Master, and Stranger.
Blaster being what the name suggests. Kamehameha, Hadouken, Cyclops. The blasting stuff.
Breaker means that the cape can break their 'form' and/or turn into something/gain something. Pym Particle, Elastic Man.
Brute, well think of anything that can say the same in different ways; Captain America, that one merc with a mouth, Wolverine, Hulk, Saitama.
Changer is someone who can change their biological form into something else but still biological as according to the shards (which it rarely is). This can be a combination of other power classification. Try thinking Beast Boy, Martian Manhunter.
Mover is someone who has powers with regards to movement. Think of Quicksilver, Hiraishin, Speed Force, and Instant Transmission Technique.
Shaker is someone who shakes well established phenomenons of Time, Space, and Matter. Sounds Strong? Wrong, the other classifications do this already. I just ran out of descriptors. Think of Personal Pocket Dimensions, Aura-like powers, and stuff.
Striker is someone who is effective at striking enemies to deal lethal or near fatal blows. Or something. Mostly melee, I guess.
Thinker is someone whose power involves Time or things that uses the mind intensively. Like seeing to the past or just plainly reading someone's body language and checking the reactions against established facts. This can include predicting the future, or just superhuman levels of intellect. Lex Luthor can be a great Thinker, as well as Batman. But you also have Professor Xavier and the like.
Tinker is someone who tinkers with equipment. Think Sci-Fi pew pew and amor and stuff. Heck, you can even put AI and Terminator shit here.
Trump, no it's not the President of Earth Prime. A trump is someone who trumps over other capes' power(s). Either they give it a buff, they give themselves a buff, or spread out some buff, which can also be debuffs. These are the stat boosters in a party. Fuck it, they may even give out powers if they could.
Master is someone who has control over anything. Mind control. Keyphrase; Control over others. Others can be a lot of things. But mostly living things.
And finally, Strangers. The most elusive of all. Pun intended. Keywords; Ninja, Assassins, Thief, Rogue, and fuck, I'm out of words to describe these things from a not so descriptive character creation. Descriptive, yes. Informative? Not so much.
All these types of powers are what classifies capes and used as a measuring stick to gauge their threat level with numbers 1-10 and whatever breaks 10 is predicted to be uncontrollable by any human or parahuman means. The Simurgh is known to be a Thinker 12+, the plus modifier indicating it can be more.
Now, back to the Cape-inati.
They, the Cape-inati, were related to the death of one Flirxwy. The dead one's partner is still in a state of confusion because that one's a Brute through and through. The dead one's a Thinker. The only one left alive is the Brute.
My mission was to kill an Elder Flirxwy.
Cape-inati's group is currently in shambles.
I'm sure, if you put Robert House in their seat? Give him a decade and you can say problem solved. Fuck, put Lex Luthor and you'd have humanity flourishing from all the possibilities.
And I,
Am a [Conspirator] to their group.
Sucks.
But I used loopholes after loopholes in the character creation.
So, all I have to do now is gain powers with my three followers to get a proper level of power, do something about the young Brute Flirxwy, search for two Elders, kill them, get on with the show.
To do that, I first need to distribute a few vials that Cauldron has given me.
No, these aren't the ones I bought. Those vials I bought are the end-part of me conspiring with them along with the perks that somehow convinced Contessa or someone else in their group to let us access their funds and the unrestricted use of the Doors.
Contessa was very forthcoming.
She even directly told me what her power does. Me being cautious, I tried to remember what all the other end-tier powers back at the selection.
Her power was the one thinker power that I could select and would have cost me twenty-five shard points if I did. But it would've been so worth it because I could, theoretically, figure out what the hell I could do to stop the [Entity] or Flirxwy that is Scion, and help the Cape-inati. Provided, of course, that I have the second triggered version of [Path to Victory] and I chose the [Shard] from the third Flirxwy... which I guess, is supposed to be the Flirxwy that I have to convince into dormancy.
Though I currently lack the means to reach the Outsider Entity if I go by the Character Creation.
Now I remember Contessa told me that her path laid out the steps for her to assure victory against Scion. The [Path to Victory] required them to not be known, that it was specifically me that it indicated, and that after my part; I have to be paid with the vials.
After that step, her path ends.
All of them.
Either victory was achieved or we lost.
She herself wasn't sure, because all her other [Path to Victory] were running out of control if she didn't follow this specific [Path].
And that brings a concern of mine.
I have [Plot Convenience] selected for all of us just as well as being [Blind Spot]s specifically to avoid pre-cogs like Contessa and the Simurgh.
If she can make a [Path] involving me up until now or until such a determinable future date where I consume the vials, then that means we currently do not have the ideal [Perks] until we get those Vials.
I need to get them fast.
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This world, and probably their enclosed multiverse, has some serious problem with the Flirxwy.
All of them, every single one of those I had to deliver the vials to, a total sum of 21, were all nearing mental instability. And I had to give each of them a vial that will grant them powers.
It seems I am adding to the problem; of having unstable super powered individuals. But it's not that the powers/shards within their vials were geared for conflict like the ones from the Warrior Entity.
Now, I may appear hypocritical, me being a culmination of various mentally ill people borne from my infinite playthroughs; bear with me.
I was given life without my choice as far as I can remember.
Plunged into whatever shit this is.
Just like you were born into life without your consent.
Just like how you breathe right now-
...That- that took a dark turn.
Fuck.
...I'll, I'll just wait for Contessa to door me here, then.
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Topic: Ho (Squealer) Lee (Oni) Schitt (E88)
In: Boards News Events America Brockton Bay
Bagrat (Original Poster) (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Posted on April 8, 2011:
I priotize this warning before the appropriate content: Please stay away from the boundary of the Market, The Docks, and Docks South. Lethal amounts of radiation were reported. Let the experts deal with it.
I will be summarizing the videos for those with limited bandwidth. For a detailed and time-stamped breakdown of the videos, go here.
Now, as for what really happened.
A cape fight is the most logical angle; between Merchant's Squealer and Skidmark, as well as Oni Lee, Hookwolf and Stormtiger.
The following videos may show gore, viewer discretion is advised. This video 1, and videos directly from Uber & Leet video 2, video 3, video 4, video 5, and video 6; confirms the cape fight(s).
First, the anonymous cape seems to be wearing a suit of, what seems to be, power armor similar to Armsmaster's but different in that it is skin tight so to say.
The 1st video shows Squealer gesturing to someone to "stop" before everything blew up. As the area clears, the camera experiences radiation thereby the video turning into static, but not before showing the mystery cape appearing right after his personal forcefield pops a bubble.
The 2nd video provided by U&L shows the cape to be operating a suitcase of sorts that produced a very loud sound. However, when it seems he was content, the suitcase was then covered with thousands of blue light particles and disappeared.
Soon after, he was attacked by Oni Lee. First with a kukri, then with tinker-tech grenades that seem to have no effect whatsoever on the mysterious cape.
The following, video 3 & video 4, show that the mysterious cape was caught in what looks to be a time-grenade. For the following hour, Oni Lee relentlessly bombarded the forcefield stuck in time.
The last video 5 & video 6, show the fight between E88's Stormtiger and Hookwolf against the mystery cape who had successfully incapacitated Hookwolf and escaped yet again.
Suspected powers: Master (Projections), Stranger (Disappears), Brute (Incapacitated Hookwolf), Mover (can dodge Oni Lee/jump very high), Shaker (items appear/disappear on will), Tinker (can explain how most of his powers work or why he has so many), Thinker (Combat clarity; he seems to be capable of eliminating his enemies as seen on the first video but chose not to on the subsequent ones).
Edit: The PRT claims this guy as an Independent that attacks on sight and wants for him to show up at the HQ; see here.
Edit: Detailed video analysis can be found on this external link here.
Edit: The time-stamped link is fixed and the original post updated, link here.
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PaxRomana (Protectorate Employee)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Ho Lee Schitt indeed.
PRT has released their statements, click here to see.
► NeinogonalNasiz (Troll Master)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
HOLY SHIT.
Thas sum cape.
CAN YOU SEE HIS ARMOR? NO EFFIN SCRATCH. AT ALL.
Where the hell did this gut com from?
Edit: It seems few people get my badge
► HockU (Temp-banned)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Reply deleted due to infraction. -Tin_Mother
► Tin_Mother
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Please observe our board guidelines. You're already free to cursing once with one warning and so long as it's understandable. Why add one hundred and seven? No, don't answer that.
► ColloidVocaloidMonggol643
Replied on April 8, 2011:
I don't get it.
► NickWrestler (Not a Wrestler)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Mee too lil huy me too.
► NeinogonalNasiz (Troll Master)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Aww, too complex? I'm sorry, it must hurt your little brain... little guy.
!Warning! - Tin_Mother
► Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
It's only been a few minutes since this post was made, don't clutter it up by taunting or goading people into fights. Your badge is on the line.
► GoodCop (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Update on the guy's power list made by a Power Guru: link.
► CoffeeIsMyBlud
Replied on April 8, 2011:
The PRT sure is fast right now. Whereas in the past, they'd be slow on the uptake. I wonder, what changed?
PS: The time-stamped link is broken.
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Topic: Lung (Lung) Schitt (E88) Long (It took hours)
In: Boards News Events America Brockton Bay
Bagrat (Original Poster) (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Posted on April 8, 2011:
A few moments after the appearance of the mystery cape (link here), I get these scattered pictures and videos that show troubling news.
Viewer discretion is advised.
List of pictures: pic01, pic02, pic03, pic04, pic06, pic07, pic09, pic10, pic11, pic13, pic14, pic18, pic25, pic27. Picture not included in the series are too gory even for me.
List of videos: vid01, vid02, vid03, vid04, vid05, vid06, vid07.
From my sources themselves, they claim that the mystery cape was saving someone. The videos clearly shows truth to their claims.
This may prove one of the theories right here on this board; that one of the gangs kidnapped someone important to him and never even left who they were (as kidnappers).
But people, whether he's violent or not; someone still died. Someone important to this cape was kidnapped on their civillian identity, and if the last two videos (5 & 6) are not tricking me, he lost that someone to Lung's rampage. Videos 2, 3, and 4 will make sense if Videos 5 and 6 aren't just for show. The pictures and videos may show his violence, but I'd consider the why of it.
Edit: PRT has released another statement regarding our mystery cape.
Edit: Theories and facts about our mystery cape here and here.
Edit: Additional videos and pictures by AnonGuy2133, external link here.
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Vista (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
I was there! He was flying when Lung looked at him thenthen he just dived! We had to get away from thereas quickly as possible. But even when we wera few blocks away, I could still hear the guy's scream...
► NeinogonalNasiz (Troll Master)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Holy mother of god... The video... The scream...
How long did this guy scream?!
► Bagrat (Original Poster) (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
For as long as Lung stood.
► OreSamaIchi (Temp-banned)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Post deleted due to infraction. -Tin_Mother
► Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
People just won't learn. Enjoy your ban.
► InspectorFatso (Not a real Inspector)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Is he really a Rogue or a Vigilante or something else? Because it looks like he was just forced to take on something because someone took away people he care about.
► xCape (Power Guru) (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
...just looking at the whole thing at this angle, it would make sense that he is only a tinker. Heck, maybe the other theory is right. That these people they took from him may be the Tinkers themselves and he just used their work to rescue them.
► MathOSChin (Power Guru) (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
But that wouldn't make sense.. If these gangs knew they were good tinkers, then how come only they know? There'd be rumours of someone triggering as a powerful tinker at the very least. Even gathering all publicly available data and running a simulation with the variables? It just isn't that possible. Unless you consider 0.00000917% as a possibility, then how come the obvious isn't true?
► SaysAhMeOPEN
Replied on April 8, 2011:
I think it's time we employ stereotyping on users. There goes no post untouched by these gangsters. Shouldn't we do something about this? Not that you mods and admins aren't doing your share, but you see what i mean.
► Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
xCape and MathosChin, I suggest the two of you engage in PM or move to another website before any of you delve into the very, very, personal life of a cape. Mystery or not. Consider yourselves warned.
SaysAhMeOPEN, sad to say, we can't.
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Topic: Brockton Bay's New Mystery Cape
In: Boards Discussion Capes Theories
xCape (Original Poster) (Power Guru) (Veteran Member)
Posted on April 8, 2011:
There's a new cape in town and from Bagrat's post here, I can say we have another brute.
He seems to be fast enough that the camera used barely managed to record his attacks against Hookwolf. Attacks that cleaved through him while making the distinct sound of something breaking the sound barrier. Then there's the fact that he can dodge Oni Lee, a cape that wins cape fights by suicide bombing through teleportations and the use of clones.
If he can dodge that, just how fast does he have to be? I suspect he's got a good reaction time and his physical capabilities give more than enough room to do what he needs.
But then, there's the question of his armor or suit. As according to the videos and NeinogonalNasiz' meticulous observation, his armor suffered no visible damage. Said armor is highly suspect of being tinkertech that may or may not be the one responsible for almost all his abilities.
His projections may indicate that he has too high of a range of projection. There's also the matter of them being untouchable as if they were holograms. This indicates a possibility that either he has a master power or he is a tinker. And tinkers are highly coveted by any cape groups.
The question would be, if he is a tinker, what then is his specialty? As far as we all know, specialties are what dictate a tinker's capabilities.
If it involves robotics, then the hologram like projections prove otherwise. If it involves something broad, along the likes of multi-purpose akin to that of a swiss army knife... then we can't really narrow it down.
Suggestions?
Edit: He seems to be high-end brute according to this post of Bagrat's. TL;DR: Mystery Cape fought Lung; Lung needs immediate medical attention, but before PRT could make a move Oni Lee took care of it and escaped with Lung and their ABB goons.
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► CoffeeIsMyBlud
Replied on April 8, 2011:
I'd say he got some robo-tinker and bio-tinker friends and he got himself augmented. Now the question would be, is he really a cape, or is he just a regular guy that got some tinker pals?
► InspectorFatso (Not a real Inspector)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
I already said this on my earlier post above, if he has some tinker friends (or barring the unlikely; he bought it from some tinker group), then how come he's the only one who has one or became one? The government, especially the PRT, would already be on top of this if someone, somewhere, could make a suit of form-fitting power armor that can be used by an unpowered individual! Or even a bio-tinker at that! No one wants another N******.
There's a reason why Earth Aleph's media has a trope for Super Soldier Scenarios. If they got it stereotyped, then wouldn't we be able to make the jump in logic too?
► MathOSChin (Power Guru) (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
CoffeIsMyBlud, I understand that you posted what you feel. I also understand what you thought. But just as InspectorFatso said earlier we would already know if that was the case.
► CoffeeIsMyBlud
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Really? It didn't bother you, that mayb, justmaybe, that that's what the government likes you to think?
► xCape (Original Poster) (Power Guru) (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Hmmm... disregarding the absurdity in that response, it would make a whole lot of sense.
What if, someone, somewhere, thought of this as the best moment to test out some tinkertech? Not necessarily the government, but some group?
► CoffeeIsMyBlud
Replied on April 8, 2011:
EXACTLY! I mean, I really havent said it that way, but thats my point!
► xCape (Original Poster) (Power Guru) (Veteran Member)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
CRAPCRAPCRAP
Everyone look at Bagrat's latest post!
► CoffeeIsMyBlud
Replied on April 8, 2011:
What did I tell you? Now it seems possible, isn't it?
► DocCape (Not a real Doctor)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Can't someone just compile all known facts into another post? This discussion will get convoluted real quick.
► xCape (Original Poster) (Power Guru)
Replied on April 8, 2011:
Link is here for that suggestion, but I digress. I think we should still discuss things about the cape here, in this topic. If someone has something to contribute; fact, picture, video, post it there. We could ask some mods, preferably Tin_Mother to regulate it just like the others to make sure it doesn't become like this speculation and theorizing kind of topic.
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"Damn."
"..."
"I mean, wow. You're... amazing."
"..."
"Did your Path involve this?"
"..."
"Are you asleep?"
"..."
I checked.
Contessa has snuggled up to my left side. But does she even need to sleep? Meh, let her enjoy a moment of respite.
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I got the vials, fucked with Contessa for eight hours, and had returned to my secret base. My absence went only for 27 hours. More than enough to cool things off between me and my fiery blonde demi-god of sorts.
As soon as I crossed the threshold, I unequipped the nanosuit and no sooner had I been naked was I- *SLAP* then it was followed by the one of the best kisses I've known.
Gilgamesh.
"where were you?" she whispered as she went for another.
"S- some- where to- get- our vi- vials." She also seems to like interrupting me with her deep loving kisses. I can't quite place it, but I remember someone who also likes to interrupt me.
Seeming to have been satisfied, Gil just embraced me.
I didn't want to stay standing so lifted her up by her ass with my left arm and I made my way into the workshop.
There, I saw Arturia and Rica both waiting for me with their own smiles. Rica was smiling that I returned. Arturia was more of smiling due to having won an argument.
"I told you so." She said.
"Shut up." Gil replied.
Their simple exchange brought a smile to my lips. "Gil."
She alighted from me with a pout while the two moved to welcome me back. Baber gave me a quick peck, but I had to reach down to her even with her new body. Rica though, Rica wanted sex and had already taken my cock into her wanting pussy but settled for just that and gave me a deep kiss then separated.
And now I'm rock hard.
"These are the vials, I got myself some new ID with the name Ashton Silverdrift, and I'm hard."
Arturia lifted her fitted skirt to show me her juicy slit asking me to ravage her.
"We need a bed." I stated.
Rica answered by materializing one before I could. It was king-sized. But before anything else happened, Gilgamesh accosted Arturia.
And so, my wild night started once more.
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I enjoyed my night with Rica.
Yep, Gilgamesh was as greedy with Arturia as ever. Didn't even get a kiss. The post-coital was great though, they made me their cuddle-pillow.
But now, this great morning, we were all shining as we ate our breakfast.
"Alright, we all have our vials. After we finish our rest after eating, I'd go first." I said. Rica beat the other two, "Mhe nhexft?"
"Fine. You're next." I answered.
The other two were worried about taking the vials. I can understand their reluctance. Power from an unknown entity? It's a repeat of what happened to me. What's more, instead of those power coming from a dead entity, it comes from a live one. When it should have, in fact, been a dead one's.
"If you two don't want it, then you can think about it until after we drink ours. Sound good?"
They gave me their nods.
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It was later into the evening that I finished refurbishing the entirety of the secret lair/base; it's composed of the guest portion - the one we were using as of late - and the rest of what I can only guess would be a hangar, storage room, command room, communications array, power generation, armory, hydrophonics, kitchens, living quarters, and finally recycling and garbage disposal.
I only went to prepare just in case something went wrong when I take the vial, but Rica did something and accidentally opened up the rest of the secret base. I then switched task with her, she finish up the preparation for when we take the vials and I do the exploring. It was lengthy but I made sure to finish it all in one go.
Now we're at the hangar with a lot of empty space supposedly dedicated to housing cars and the like but I've turned it into a make-shift power-testing site. With help from the three women to move the equipment from the guest wing down here.
Behind reinforced glasteel were the three of them. I was inside a faraday cage and a quantum shield forming around the room.
I drank the vial.
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I was treated to the sight of a space whale/worm thing.
It was a Flirxwy.
And suddenly, I realize that I shouldn't actively know what the Flirxwy are. But because my memory fragments broke the fourth wall, only then that I did.
"[Confusion]"
The thing is telepathically talking to me.
"[Purpose]"
I have gamer's mind, how is this fucker breachi- oh shit. I just gave it a backdoor into my mind with the shard that formed to give me power! And now it can talk to me directly through the shard!
My- my voice was inexistent. I can't talk. So I tried sending my vision of the Gamer System and the quest.
"[Agreement]"
"[Query]"
It asked me what would happen if it tried to be the one who sleeps or if he convinced Scion of something. Since I don't know, I answered back with the mental equivalent of a shrug.
"[Suggestion]"
It asked me if it could stay in my quantum inventory. The one I made from Vault 101 and has upgraded since. Inside of one of my omni bracelets.
But I gave an even better suggestion.
Since I will be having a [Pocket Room] as one of my powers in my arsenal, once I could grant Rica the [Pocket Room] through the [King Maker], then he can reside in my own [Pocket Room] that I will be copying with my [Unlimited Shard Works].
"[Agreement]"
But how can he (because fuck "it") know when to exac- ah right, these shards are from him. But then, if these shards were from him, how come it was the game that had the powerset for me to pick from? Ah, well, the BS of Gamer Powers might be at work here.
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When I came back to my senses, I feel that the I don't have the nanosuit- correction, I have the nanosuit. Just like from before, I was permanently bonded, again, with it.
It's now in my flesh. But whereas before, the armor's features were available to me, as of now though, I can only access the minor functions. The entire combat features were inaccess- oh, belay that.
All the nanosuit's features are active and available to me. With the exception of [Maximum Armor] and [Cloak].
[Maximum Strength] and [Maximum Speed], better known as [Maximum Power], are both active. Heck, the only thing I don't have are the AIs because something's most likely messed up by my [Shard].
Maybe I should change armors now? I mean, I have all the nanosuit's features bonded into my flesh, do I need anything else? Besides, if I wear a different armor, I can conceal the features and use it as an ace. Win-win for me.
"Any problems?" Gil's question pulled me back into reality.
Wait.
Nothing happened...?
It seems that our talk was instantaneous and no time had passed at all.
"None. Rica, your turn!"
I deactivated the quantum field and changed with Rica. I reactivated the q-field and watched from the other side of the window as she drank hers.
Organ GRX pumped.
I tried to asses my powers. And the Shard seems to be guiding my efforts, giving me what I need in forms of phantom-feelings or vague gut-feels.
And in the time that it took Rica to finish drinking the vial and talking with the foreign entity, I already know how to use all my available power. What shocked me though, was the message screen in front of me.
-x-x-x-
[Full Shard] from the Foreigner acquired!
+ Lore regarding the three Flirxwy
+ Quest Progression
+ [Legend of Another Hero] perk update
+ Bonus [?]
-x-x-x-
As expected, the shard messed up my nanosui-?!
Information was shoved through my head by the Gamer power-... then I understood.
It was like a switch has been turned on and I can now see the connection between information I have and the ones shoved into my head.
There is an unnamed race, one that I think is the Flirxwy, ranging from fledgeling, young, adolescent, adult, elder, ancient, and ancestor.
And all Flirxwy were scouring the vast multiverse -their enclosed multiverse that is- to find a way to stop entropy.
There is an Elder Flirxwy that decided to split itself into two adults. One is a Thinker and the other a Brute.
By a unique encounter, the Thinker Entity met and Adult Flirxwy that is Abaddon. This encounter solved what Abaddon was looking for.
But before the Eden could share it with Zion -Scion, through mishearing- Eden crashed into a different version of Earth and got killed by Contessa with Doctor Mother's (?) help.
It was a happenstance, one that the Gamer Power explained that it made possible. It turned my actual choices in the Character Creation screen into reality here. Four Shards capable of negating entropy.
These shards were left behind with the then dead Eden. But without having access to it, Abaddon had to wait for me/us to activate even just one of the four Shards because it can't find Eden. Through his connection to the activated Shard, he can then replicate the process and thus live indefinitely without worry of running out of energy. Entropy solved.
Now, however, since he has no more goal to accomplish, he'll be drifting in space. His encounter with the two other Flirxwy was nothing but mere fluke, but he also can't risk being found by his species. Because, to share his discovery with the rest of his kind? It will lead to his cannibalization just so they can live.
Just imagine yourself to be immortal. Other humans would need to a sample of your tissue to somehow begin applying that immortality to themselves. Now back to them. Flirxwys are made up of thousands upon thousands of shards... These conglomeration of shards forms up an Entity. Now since the shards were his, they would need a shard to base the process off. No one wants to give their own shards unless they can give something of equal. And Flirxwy do not like sharing. You can see where this is going.
It makes sense then, that he chose to hide. Hiding with me, now that he knows what I have to do, can help him in the long run.
Whatever information beyond that seemed to be unimportant as of the moment.
I dismissed the screen.
"How was it?" I asked Rica.
"It was fun!" She replied.
"Alright, so uhm, stay for a moment in there?" I asked.
"Sure."
I turned to the two beside me.
"Now this isn't necessary but I think you'll find it beneficial."
Arturia looked into Gilgamesh's eyes and seemed to engage her in nonverbal communication. "Alright then, while you decide, I'll finish up with Rica. Until then, if you still haven't decided. We'll see."
So I went back inside while deactivating the q-field.
Upon entry, I activated my Power Sight and gave Rica the [Pocket Room] through [King Maker] and copied it with [Unlimited Shard Works]. Then I retracted the [Pocket Room] with [King Maker].
"How did that feel?" I asked. She squinted her eyes and pursed her lips in thought, "Like you gave me a candy for a moment but then took it back."
"Literally gave you one in the hand then immediately taking it back?"
"Yep!"
"So we're not forcing the Shards to split itself, to bud off, because you didn't even feel a thing. Did you see anything when I did it?"
"Like you threw the candy at me then my... shard (?) took it."
"Yep, it's a shard. And so it seems that there isn't a problem. Let's try this."
Being a conspirator, any vials you buy will give second triggered versions of any power you choose. Since my followers need to have the same path and Scenario as me, then they too have second triggered versions if they bought one.
Then, there's the choice of what or which Flirxwy/Entity's Shard you would like to have. I picked Abaddon's shard for all of us. The powers that I pick would be potent and can grow beyond than what is described by the Character Creation, gives me instinctual knowledge on its usage, will actively help me in any given situation, and will not sabotage my personality. And even if it tried to? Gamer's Mind is here, bitch. That is, so long as the shard I chose what from Abaddon.
So.
I'm a Conspirator who has access to second triggered versions of powers I choose so long as they came in the form of vials... and I have a shard from Abaddon, shards that are more potent than what is normal as opposed to Scion's or Eden's.
[King Maker] activated and I gave Rica the Master power of [Stand].
Since [King Maker] is one of the powers that came from the vials, it would mean it is second triggered. [King Maker] allows me to give people non-Trump powers from the power list and remove it at will. Although I am limited to 5 people at the time and only have 7 Shard Points to spend per person. I can't, however, empower myself or parahumans. But since I am a Conspirator, I have the second triggered version of it which allows me to give second triggered version of any powers I give which now include other parahumans but still not myself.
So, when I gave Rica the [Stand] that costs 7SP, I gave her its second triggered form; it can acquire the second triggered version of power Rica chooses. And Rica has 10 Shard Points to spend with the [Stand], a direct rip-off from JoJo.
"Is there a screen in front of you?"
"Yes."
"Is it labeled as [POWERS]?"
"Yes."
"Can you see everything?"
"No, some are greyed out."
That makes sense, because the [Stand] is restricted from accessing Tinker, Thinker, and Trump powers.
"Can you go to the Brute section?"
"Uh-huh."
"I want you to pick [Invulnerability]."
It seemed that she did and promptly activated her stand.
My [Power Sight] flared, there in front of me, I can see the power coursing through the [Stand]... [Unlimited Shard Works] made me a copy as I wished it to.
I now have bypassed the limitation of [King Maker] through conditions offered by the game.
"Alright. It seems successful. I'll try to take it back now."
She deactivated the [Stand].
I took it away.
"I felt that."
Fuck, "Was it painf-"
"Nope. Just took a candy from my closed hand, you kind of tickled me just to get the candy."
"Huh... Welp, let's continue."
I activated [King Maker] to give her [Rocky], I copied it then took it away slowly. Rica didn't react. So I proceeded to give her the [Stand] again, hoping that she gets to choose again.
"Oh. The screen's back again!"
I nodded sagely, excited that my plan worked. "Can you choose [Regeneration] under Brute?"
The stand materialized behind her, I won't bother describing the [Stand] or any of the subsequent ones. But I've observed they're very attractive and naked. Yes, naked. The power was copied and I took the [Stand] away, slowly.
Fair warning though, I think this may come out as an info-dump so, me, being a magnanimous main character will break this fourth wall and put up my own signs.
-Info dump start
I have twenty-three active power slots. The first seven are already filled with [Proficiency], [Power Sight], [Unlimited Shard Works], [King Maker], [Invulnerability], [Rocky], and [Regeneration].
I'd start with [Unlimited Shard Works] but by it's name you should already know that. With [Power Sight]? I can see the [Shard] and the [Power] themselves. Kind of like [Structural Grasp] to Shirou's [Unlimited Blade Works]. The only difference is that I get the whole copy of the power without degradation.
Now, [Proficiency]... is a Thinker power that allows me to gain the necessary skills to use any item I have in my hands. It can include operating a machine. Since I have the second triggered version of it, instead of instantly losing the skills I gained when I release an object from my hand, I no longer need an object entirely to make the power work. The cherry on top is that my power is upgraded to the degree of omnicompetence due to its second triggered version. Think of [Eternal Arms Mastership] and instead of weapons, apply it to everything and remove the requirement for me to hold the fucking weapon.
Next would be the staple of my power list, [Rocky].
[Rocky] makes it so that Pain = Gain. But with the second triggered version of it making Pain = PERMANENT FUCKING GAIN. Although it can't help me heal, PERMANENT FUCKING GAIN though.
That's it.
And then, there's [Regeneration] with it giving you Canon!Wolverine regeneration. Where he got disintegrated but regenerated back into life from a single cell. With the second triggered version allows me to regenerate faster than what conventional weapons can do. The icing on top of it? I can already fucking regenerate. Even regrow limbs so long as there is radiation or I'm under sunlight. Combine them both and I don't know how far I am on the regenerator scale anymore.
Just with [Rocky] and [Regeneration] I'd be unstoppable up until even nuclear explosion won't even bother me. Couple that with [Proficiency] and I'm unstoppable in the battlefield.
But I'm fighting with Elder Flirxwy here. They can see me coming even when I'm universes away.
So until then, [Invulnerability] is my safety net. The next on my power list.
The best part about [Invulnerability]? Originally, it can only be activated for 10 minutes then I can't turn it off once active and has a cooldown of 5 minutes. Having it second triggered? I can now turn it on and off at will and can actively last for 24 hours with a cooldown scaling to how long it was active.
That means, if it was activated for 24 hours, the cooldown would be scaled according to the original; 12 hours of down time. That gives us a ratio of 1 is to 1/2.
Therefore, in this second triggered version, if I turn it on for 1 second and then turned it off, it will have a cooldown of 0.5 seconds.
Over powered? Read this: [Invulnerability] - You are able to make your body completely invulnerable to any sort of attack by granting yourself infinite inertia...
That would mean having the same mass as with a singularity. A black hole. But, of course, powers in this world do not follow conventional science and the powers themselves has protections in place to prevent unnecessary problems. The likes of having infinite inertia and transforming into a blackhole on the spot. Or dying due to running out of telomeres to split from regenerating too much.
This next one is directly copied from Rica because she already has it. [Combo]; It makes it so that all my melee attacks get stronger in a geometrical progression the longer I attack the same target without stopping. If I stop for 5 seconds, the combo resets and I say goodbye to the attack boost. With the second triggered version however, my combo will never reset. No matter how long I wait or stop attacking.
After that is [Sting]. The power that Entities use when fighting among themselves. I can create and shoot a projectile that passes through all possible dimensions at once, possibly disrupting the work of shards and some powers. The most essential power I would need in damaging a Flirxwy. The second triggered version allows me to make it bypass specific objects or dimension and stop at a specific point, with the created projectile capable of going at the speed of sound.
Up next is [Bullet Hell]. I can mark any person or object as my target. As long as I see them, a sphere of 10 meters around such target, beams of light will be created and shoot into their general direction. I can also control how destructive they can be. Having Negentropy means I can blast anything to hell with this. But then, its second triggered; I no longer need to see the target for the beams to automatically fire around them. It will continue to happen until I choose another target or choose another to mark as target.
I can effectively use [Sting] together with [Bullet Hell]. So if I ever see one Elder Flirxwy, I can mark it then I'd run the fuck away while I use [Sting] to imbue my [Bullet Hell] since, technically, I am creating projectiles through [Bullet Hell], said [Bullet Hell] is then given the highest output of power I could give while [Sting] makes it capable of passing through all dimension at once.
But I can't be too sure.
Up next would be, [Schrödinger]. It allows me to perform multiple actions simultaneously on a quantum level. While limited to 10 actions, all those actions must be locked to the same space I am occupying. Second triggering it allows me to occupy multiple spaces at once.
It means, I can have ten of me, doing ten actions each, all at once.
I still can't be too sure.
So next up would be in synergy with [Schrödinger]. It's called [Infinite Treasury]. It allows me to create anything I can imagine out of nothing, so long as I comprehend how it works. These items will last until I want them away. My maximal limit is 1 ton of matter. The second triggered version allows me to create anything even if I can't comprehend the object in question but it needs to be something that already exists.
A fuckton of arsenal for ten versions of me, doing ten actions, all at the same time. Can you guess what most of it will be? Launching disruptor torpedoes and antimatter rockets. The moment they finish detonating the force of the explosion will be left but the matter will be gone. Freeing up matter I could use again...
Still can't be too sure.
[Pocket Room] comes after [Infinite Treasury]. [Pocket Room] allows me to have access to a small private dimension where I can store any items for an indefinite amount of time without the passing of time affecting them. I can instantly recall any items out of it whenever I wish. The second trigger allows me to store living beings in my pocket room as long as I have their consent. Just like my items, they won't feel time passing.
Although as soon as I have copied [Pocket Room] from Rica, I felt the Abaddon make residence inside the [Pocket Room]... and I think my [Pocket Room] feels more secure...? Maybe Abaddon did some precaution just in case someone uses [Sting], I don't exactly know unless I ask.
Moving on.
Up next is [Infinite Ammo]... Whenever I run out of ammunition for whatever ranged weapon I am using, I'll be shooting transparent phantom versions of it instead. It is infinite and is as effective as the original. The second triggered version allows the phantom ammunition to reach the target on its own. Like homing missiles.
So, imagine I have a shoulder mounted rocket launcher like the one from New Vegas, but instead of normal rockets, I have antimatter versions of it, both the gun and the ammo created through [Infinite Treasury]. And once I run out of ammo, [Infinite Bullet] takes over. But since, technically, I am creating projectiles through [Infinite Bullet] just like in [Bullet Hell], I can imbue it with [Sting]...
OP YET?
No, still can't be too sure.
Following [Infinite Ammo] is [Quality Assurance]. Any item I touch will become unbreakable and indestructible for as long as I remain in direct contact with it. The moment I let go, the effect goes away. It's second trigger allows the effect to stay for a few hours after I let go.
How does [Quality Assurance] help me? Well, I am always in direct contact with my armor... and since I have a power that can make everything I directly touch to be unbreakable and indestructible... quasi-invulnerability anyone?
Following that is the power named [Protocols]; I can set myself under a master effect to perform any task on autopilot, IF I make a mental script beforehand. I can set any amount of protocols for any possible task. The quality of the performance depends on the thoroughness of the script. It's second trigger allows my scripts to overwrite master effects of other masters, allowing me to break control if mastered. This basically is my anti-mind control. I can set an insane amount of script I've already prepared beforehand just for ensuring I can't get mind-control in the event that Gamer's Mind fails. Or, if not that, then I'll give the scripts to Rica and the others to make sure they don't get mind controlled.
The next power would be [Mountain]. So long as I don't move and stand still, I won't receive any damage. Though the force of impacts can still push me and break the effect while ignoring the initial damage. The second triggered version allows me to root myself in place through sheer focus. This can be solved by having [Protocols], though only in the event that I am on auto-pilot.
But having [Schrödinger] on top of this? I can make sure one of me stays perfectly standing still and do nothing. Even if the rest of me get disrupted from the quantum super positioning and disappear, one can survive and I will ensure myself against 1-hit kills. Provided, of course, they can get through [Invulnerability].
The following powers are more for utility than anything else.
With [MacGyver] I can build multi-purpose low-tech gadgets. The second trigger allows me to copy the effects of other tinkers into my improvised gadgets at the cost of it only being as half good.
Next would be [Repair], it allows me to repair broken electronics as well as properly maintaining them. This includes the creation of tinkers, but I can't, through this power, reconstruct them. The second trigger allows me to improve and upgrade existing tech, including tinkertech, though I still can't reverse engineer it. [MacGyver] solves the limitations of this power for me, and [Repair] can improve whatever I create with [MacGyver].
Following would be [Small Arms], allows me to specialize in constructing various firearms that surpass anything produced in the modern age by at least a few decades. My future tech weapons will still use kinetic ammunition instead of energy based ones or so on. The second trigger allows me to create weaponry from the far future which includes railguns, lasers, and similar futuristic things. Just in case I can't deal with the Flirxwy, I will create antimatter weaponry and find a way to one of my Warship Infinity and arm all of my troops with them.
Up next would be [Armoured Warfare], gives me several different designs for a multitude of types of armoured fighting vehicles which I can then construct. This includes tanks, self-propelled artillery and so on. The second trigger gives me futuristic designs that is ahead of the current technology by at least 40 years. This power is a contingency, should all else fail and I can't contact Warship Infinity, then I will mass produce self-propelled artillery made with anti-matter and mass effect technology.
Up next would be [Immunity], it renders me immune to the effects of "temperature and heat". I can no longer burn and will be unharmed when in direct contact with acid. It also prevents me from getting any disease and getting poisoned. The second trigger renders me immune to the effects of electricity and any radiation... I don't know what to say with this. If the Flirxwy somehow attacked me biologically, then [Regeneration] can cover for me. But if it turns out that they can throw stars at me, then I need to at least survive the heat. The radiation is no problem but too much heat? I'll pass.
Last but not least is my solution for when I become too strong through [Rocky] and [Regeneration]. The power is called [Surgery], by touching my or anyone else's injury, I'll be able to transfer said injury with a second touch. If I don't do it in one hour after the first touch, the wound gets transferred from the "cache" of injuries and into me instead. This does not mean I can resurrect people by touching dead bodies. The second trigger increases the time limit into 24 hours and can hold as many injuries as I want and can decide which can get transferred.
Theoretically, under less than 24 hours, I can gather as much injuries I can and then choose to transfer the injuries to my enemies. Now, provided I got all the severe injuries one can think off, multiply that by a thousand times at the very least, then if I transferred those to an elder Flirxwy, will it die from the accumulated injuries? A question I don't want to answer.
I'll just slowly transfer each one into me and get stronger.
"Are we done bro?" Rica asked.
"Yep. But uh, can you call me by name?"
"Which one?"
Oh, yeah. "How about my new one? The one I have recently created?"
"Sure thing, Ash!"
Now, I only need to set a [Protocol] so people won't know I came from another universe.
I turned to the two women just behind the window. "Have the two of you decided?"
"Yes." Arturia answered right back.
"What'll it be then?"
"We'll take it."
"Alright then. Get over here and we can fix up each other's powersets."
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Gilgamesh, my designated first follower, has the vial acquired powers of [Pocket Room], [Infinite Treasury], [Protocols], [Power Sight], and [Unlimited Shard Works]. She has copied, through my [King Maker] and Rica; [Combo], [Sting], [Bullet Hell], [Rocky], [Regeneration], [Quality Assurance], [Vector Push], [Invulnerability], [Mountain], [Damage Sharing], [Schrödinger], [Immunity], [Komnenos], [Remote Transfer], and [Get Over Here].
[Vector Push] allows Gil to push objects and people she touches in any direction she wants with the maximal speed it/they can move by themselves or the fastest that Gil can make them move. The second trigger amplifies the effect so long as Gil punches them. Also, she can change the direction of the targets she touched while they are moving.
[Damage Sharing] gives Gil the power to share damage she takes to all the people within 15 meters in radius of her, including the attacker if he was inside. She still takes her portion of damage, which grows smaller the more people to share the damage with. The second trigger makes the attacker will always additionally get hit with the full damage of his strike, no matter how far away he was.
[Komnenos] enables Gil to instantly reverse any action or power effects done to her or by herself back to nothing and instead delay it to distant future of up to a month forward in time. She can decide when to release them back into reality and how much. The second trigger provides an additional effect; delayed negative things done to her will be halved when released back. Minor and insignificant things can be lost completely if she so desires.
[Remote Transfer] allows Gil to teleport any item that she holds in her hands to any place that she has ever seen. She can't use this power to transport living thing or objects that are larger than her. With the second trigger, however, she doesn't need to hold an item she wants to teleport. She can transport any objects she has ever seen so long as she remembers where it is located.
[Get Over Here] allows Gil to project chains out of nothing which can pull her targets towards her or simply restrain them. These chains work automatically, she only needs to aim them in her target's general direction. The second trigger makes it so that the chains can't be broken through brute strength. That they will always have enough force to restrain anyone, no matter how strong they may be. This power, combined with [Quality Assurance] is basically a homage to Gil's old chain; Enkidu. Of course it isn't a replacement. She'd kill me if I said that.
Now onto Arturia, she has the vial acquired powers of [Regeneration], [Proficiency], [Power Sight], and [Unlimited Shard Works]. She has copied, after Rica got her copy through Arturia herself with me using [King Maker]; she has [Revenant Blade], [Vector Push], [Combo], [Rocky], [Invulnerability], [Protocols], [Quality Assurance], [Mountain], [Schrödinger], [Immunity], [Komnenos], [Sting], [Personal Forcefield], [Barrier], [Infinite Treasury], and [Pocket Room].
[Revenant Blade] gives Arturia the ability to summon a transparent weapon of her choice. There are no limitations to the number of weapons she can summon but every weapon she projected will disappear after a few minutes. The second trigger allows her attacks, made through the weapons, to bypass armor and other defenses if she wills it so.
[Personal Forcefield] gives Arturia a passive skintight forcefield which allows her to ignore absolutely any damage. However, the forcefield will flicker away immediately after taking a hit, no matter how weak it was. It will reappear again in 30 seconds. The second trigger version makes the forcefield to remain if the force behind the hit was weaker than a bullet impact. Having negentropy, I wonder if she can pump enough to make it so that the strongest hits can only take it down. Or if she can take it down at will.
[Barrier] allows Arturia to raise a defensive force field. It will block any physical attack but covers only a small area around her and is unable to move while projecting the barrier. The second trigger upgrades the barrier so that not only it covers her, but everything nearby her in a sphere of up to 10 meter in radius. She can slowly move while the barrier is up.
Last is Rica, whose vial was supposed to be Hannah's (I hope she's okay), she has vial acquired powers of; [Proficiency], [Combo], [Power Sight], and [Unlimited Shard Works]. She copied, through my use of [King Maker] on Arturia before they both get their whole powersets; [Sting], [Invulnerability], [Blink], [Blitz], [Rocky], [Regeneration], [Bullet Hell], [MacGyver], [Repair], [Radar], [Quality Assurance], [Immunity], [Protocols], [Pocket Room], [Komnenos], [Schrödinger], and [Mountain].
[Blink] allows Rica to teleport to any place within her sight or through accurate pictures of real-world locations and live camera feed. Items she's carrying and people she's touching will be teleported too. But she can't teleport inside solid objects. The second trigger version allows her to teleport inside people and telefrag them but will require her to focus and concentrate to do so.
[Blitz] allows Rica to rush in a straight line towards an object in her line of sight at the speed of sound and then instantly stop once she's in front of the target. However, dashing from one target to another is very tiring. But with the second trigger, she can ignore all obstacles which would prevent her from blitzing towards her target in a straight line. And she can't get tired from overusing it anymore.
[Radar] gives Rica insight into designing different futuristic detections and observation devices. With the help of her technology, at some point, she might even be able to monitor a situation at any point in the world without needing to be there. The second trigger allows her detection systems to see through most stranger effects easier and more effective than anything else.
-Info dump end
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When we tested our abilities, we went overboard due lack of experience with our powers. It took us a full week of testing almost every power we have to have finer control over them. It was worth it.
I found out, that, all of our abilities with time constraints? They can run indefinitely. Arturia's [Personal Forcefield]? She can shrug off full powered blasts from our [Bullet Hell] imbued with [Sting]. [Invulnerability]? We can leave it active for a long long time and it'd still be running.
All our power's limitations are basically boosted to a point where, we doubt we'd be able to see it unless pushed.
And with the Shards coming from Abaddon only means that it can grow better.
Gilgamesh has already made a lot of objects through Infinite Treasury amounting to 10 kilotons. That's 10,000,000 kg. TEN MILLION KILOGRAMS. Most of them were melee weapons, with the occassional armor, and the rare trinkets, odds, and ends. BUT TEN MILLION?
What's more, you know our [Combo] power? It works like this; I deal 1 melee damage on the first attack. The next attack, I deal 2 damage. The next attack I deal 3 damage. And so on.
If I deal 5 melee damage, the next attack would be 10 melee damage, then 15, then 20, then 25, and so on. Indefinitely.
Just because I have the Gamer power was I only able to see the damage dealt on me. And it was fucking scary when one of them landed a critical hit on me. THE DAMAGE CARRIED OVER TO THE WHOLE COMBO. They dealt 190 damage total, then they crit for x6 the normal damage; that's 220 total damage, if they deal the next damage, it would be 225. Assuming they didn't proc a crit.
One of the most troubling of all? [Schrödinger].
The limitation, as per [Schrödinger]'s description, on whatever action it was, is vague and allowed us to do whatever we wanted all at the same time. And since the I can move, then so do too can my other selves.
Right now, eight of my self is going over the whole plan. Making enough [Protocols] for us. Rica's eight is trying to use the second triggered portion of [Repair] on one of my Transportalponder to upgrade it and let us ping any of the relatively nearby Warship Infinity.
One of my self is with one of Rica's having sex and combat training at the same time. I can't put it into words how, just that we're doing it.
Arturia and Gilgamesh and all of their... fuck it, I'll call it kage bunshin, seems to be engaged in an all-out fight inside the training room I made in the hangar. The hangar's pretty big. Like a kilometer and a half big.
The other Rica is helping the other eight of me to finish up the preparations as fast as we could because we may not have the time.
I, on the other hand, am going out dressed like a surgeon with the full facial mask. My mission would be to go to hospitals and directly transfer injuries into me.
There are many ways I could approach it.
[] Leverage my cape status by showing I can regenerate any kind of injury including those of others so long as I can touch them. And while letting out that I triggered when Lung went on a rampage.
[] Get the most valued healer in the world to verify that I could indeed heal.
[] I could just sneak in with stealth cloak.
[] Or I could fake that I am a doctor here to see the patient because (insert excuse here).
Let's try the first.
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"Hello."
"Yes sir?"
"Uhm, I'm a recently triggered cape when Lung rampaged. I want to render my services to this hospital."
"I- I'm just a receptionist, I'll call for the admin, see what they could do?"
"Sure."
So I waited on one of the benches.
It was then that a man with his arm on a cast and in a sling talked to me, "You a cape?"
"Yeah." I said, watching the front doors as people mill about and worry about their health.
"What you here for?"
"Trying to heal people."
"Really?" He asked for confirmation, I can practically hear his excitement.
"Yep. I won't do it for free though. Maybe for twenty or ten. Just so long as it doesn't become free, I'd do it. Heck, even for a penny, I'd do it."
"How does fifty sound?"
I craned my head to him and saw him wince a bit (maybe because of my eyes), "Sure."
He made a gesture with his arm. I touched his left arm's fingers with my right index finger and used my power. I saw my own left arm crack and wobble but it returned into normal in an instant.
"Did- did I just fucking see that?"
"What? That I took your injury into my own arm then healed it myself? Yeah. Pretty much."
"The fuck happened to make you trigger like that?"
Hmm... really? Trigger events heavily affect what power you'll have? Doesn't seem like it. "Lung rampaged. My friends. You get the picture."
"Damn. Sorry. But wait, most people get angry or deflect-"
"I'm not most people. I'm past giving a damn and I prefer doing something."
He fished out his wallet with his right arm and took fifty to give to me.
"Here."
I gave a nod and he almost stood but decided not to when a some kind of doctor went to me, "Were you the one who said he can heal people?"
"Yes."
"You're in luck, we have Panacea in the building to see if what you say is true."
The man with the sling interrupted, "Well, I can vouch for him. Just healed my arm."
"Can you come with us? To verify if you really ha-"
"Yeah yeah, while you're at it, you can check my record."
"Follow me."
We followed the doctor up to the other side of the building, we're in the ER. The doctor called up a nurse and gestured for the man in the sling, "Can you please come with her for a free check up as well as verify if what you said is true?"
The man followed without saying anything.
"Over there." the doctor pointed to where I think is Panacea.
Hmmm... she looks like in the pictures, she must be it then.
"Hello Miss Panacea, sorry to bother but we'd like you to verify this man's claim to heal."
She finished healing her patient first before responding. When she did, she looked at me and the doctor.
"Let's make this quick."
We went to the next patient.
"Before we encounter a problem, I'd like to clarify that I can only heal injuries. If you like me to heal down syndrome I won't be able to. But if it's an organ failure or other bodily harm, I can."
The patient we faced had several gunshots. And looks like a drug addict... This will be a fucking pain.
I did my work and touched the man with only a finger; I then absorbed the injuries into me. Since the clothes I'm wearing are just normal ones and not those with saturnite threading or so, the blood from the wounds that opened in my body rushed out.
Panacea was alerted, shocked, or what else it was. But I held my left hand into a stop gesture to her.
Like me, she was holding on to the patient to see if I really am doing something right.
Her other hand went to touch my left hand but I didn't let her.
"I can regenerate. And please do not touch me. I only used my finger on this man, if you hadn't seen, I don't like to be touched." A fucking false cover for trigerring when Lung rampage. I just don't want complications where this cape in front of me was secretly a bio-tinker that can turn me into goo if she felt like it.
"But anyways, is the patient healed?" I asked, I can see the doctor being nervous.
"Yes... he is, healthy. More than enough. He had a lot of drugs going through his bloodstream and you made it disappear as if replacing it with healthy blood."
"Well, I don't know how powers work. Especially mine. Just that I touch someone with injury, I get their injury, then I heal."
"You're bleeding."
I ripped open my outfit, "Am I?"
"No, you are not. So, Miss Panacea, any problems?"
"I can't be too sure. Let's be quick and move to the other patient."
I fixed my nurse outfit as we walked and I was faced with a man who had a stroke, currently unconscious without an immediate family member.
I touched the man with my right index finger and did my work.
"He is healthy, cardiovascular complications are gone, the cholesterol buildup has cleared. Disappeared."
"You sound disappointed. Can we move to another, doctor?"
"Yes. Yes. Follow me."
The next patient was very sick. I don't know what his complications are. But he's one cough away from passing away.
"Brain cancer, stage... three." Panacea stated as she touched the patient's arm.
I may not feel this, but I can depend on the nanites to check if I get the cancer permanently.
My finger touched the patient and somehow, it wasn't just brain cancer because I felt most of my digestive organ go in pain. But... ok, nanites report I don't have cancer. Besides the one that Moira gave me. Or was it really cancer?
"I felt pain on my stomach or somewhere around my digestive system. That's not just brain cancer, if it really was brain cancer."
"Brain cancer, appendicitis, UTI, and ulcer. All healed."
Huh. Well what do you know. I don't need to know the injury or whatever shit it was. But why did she choose to conceal them? Wait wait wait, how the fuck is this guy still alive with all those complications?
"Were those enough, doc?" I turned to the doctor.
"Yes. Miss Panacea, please continue on to the next patient."
We watched he leave and move onto the next one.
"What are-"
"So long as you charge the patient at 50% discount and only pay me a minimum of 100$ - 1000$ maximum per patient depending on their payment, then we're good."
"The payment will have to be delayed for after every fifteen days but the 50% discount doesn't sound possible. Maybe 10 to 20% if it was you who healed them."
"Sounds good. When can we have the printed version I could sign?"
"Follow me."
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After I signed my contracts using my cape persona, made by me and the doctor or whatever he is, we had it quickly notarized. After that, I turned my attention into healing people.
I blazed through the ER and the private rooms during that day.
And I could feel the power up I got from it. If I just tense my muscle a bit, I could feel my body ripping with potential energy.
Jumping without real effort, right now, I would no doubt go over most ten story buildings. If I ran, I may hit beyond Mach 40. If I tried to check my response time, I may be capable of reacting within 0.0001 nanosecond. Maybe less if I activated Organ GRX and VATS.
I made my way back to the secret base.
Arturia and Gil were still fighting. And so do my Kage Bunshin and Rica still going at it.
The rest has finished writing scripts that we can all read and a lot of equipment are being mass produced by the automated assembly lines.
The Transportalponder is ready for activation. On top of it, I could also teleport to Mars by piggy backing off the directed satellite that was left over from some decades back and was miraculously left alone by Simurgh.
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I was over at Mars wearing my vastly improved Elite Riot Armor. I don't have to worry about vacuum. This version of the Elite Riot Armor was made to function like the Sneaky Stealth Suit/Cardiac Dampener that has been turned into a self-contained armor to allow venturing into vacuum.
The only part of it that isn't connected to the whole set up is the duster and the bandoliers.
It's basically a full body armor instead of being a set like boots, pants, body armor, duster, helmet. Now it's duster, helmet, armor.
"We're waiting." Gilgamesh said over the comms.
I pulled the trigger.
At first there was nothing.
Then I waited for an hour before I gave up.
It was then that a mother fucking shadow overlapped me.
It's a Recon Theta Craft.
I smiled.
Through one of my Quantum Super Positioned self, I told them the news.
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Alighting from the Recon Theta Craft that teleported into Hangar Bay 087 made me feel like I was back home.
This fucking ship was one of my efforts from FO3MX.
And while I think there's a few visible changes, it still feels good... Oh, shit. Mom is in here. Need to find Mom.
I connected to the ship's network.
||Connecting to: NetworkInfinity
||Connecting to: MobiusNetUltra
||Connecting to: BigMTFrameNetVXU
||Credentials verified. Welcome back, Chief Director Silverdrift.
Hot damn.
||You have been away for: 291 years.
WHat?!
/Where is Catherine Silverdrift?
||Currently located in her personal quarters under permanent cryo sleep.
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Fuck me.
She iced herself for good, I don't know why.
/Why?
||Mental instability lead to rash decisions.
I went missing and she went to cryo forever.
/How recent was this?
||11 decades, 8 months, 3 weeks, 1 day, 15 hours, 33 minutes, and 7 seconds.
That's a... fuck.
/I need to get to the bridge.
||Waypoint established.
I followed the waypoint to the nearest teleportation pod and teleported into one of the nearest teleportation hub and went to the teleportation pod connected to the bridge.
My entry to the bridge showed me the result of my missing. Most of the staff are Securitrons and Mister Gutsies at about 1:1. My seat was as pristine as far as I can remember.
Hm... which protocol was it...
I materialized a data crystal chip and plugged it into the control stand in front of the chair.
It seemed instantaneous when the whole ship read the chip. I can even see data being transferred to all units connected to the network.
Every essential systems were rebooted. And the engines were put at 100%.
A hologram came to life in my left.
"Chief Director?"
"Yes?"
"It... it really is you. Welcome back."
"Why does it feel like this ship's barely functioning?"
"Shortly after your disappearance, we immediately re-enacted Recollection Protocol; gathering all people, items, weapons, armors, and other such things of interest as was listed and checked against the criteria found within the protocol. Understand that other emergency protocols dictate our actions to be in tactical retreat.
"Following the months of Recollection Protocol, Deus Ex Machina was enacted. Research into all projects were bolstered ten fold, then a hundred fold.
"A lot of sacrifices were made but the protocol gave us what we needed. Intelligent Deathclaws, Vat-grown Super Mutants, improved medicinal drugs as well as non-addictive versions of FO3MX drugs, weaponry made with mass effect, robotic augmentation, integration of Hardlight-Holograms into out entire systems, and Terminator-800 made with the best parts we could use without following the schematics."
"That's all?" T800, huh. I was that paranoiac?
"They were the most notable outcomes of Deus Ex Machina. The list would be far too long to list verbally, I've forwarded to you the compiled documents and the aforementioned list for personal browsing."
"Wait. Uh, you're a Smart-AI. Was rampancy solved?"
"Yes and no."
"Explain in simple terms."
"My entire consciousness is locked in ROM. Any data I process is stored in dedicated processors and anything I wish to save will be stored in my personal databanks.
"From there, I only have to periodically reboot from my ROM-locked consciousness and access my personal data banks. With the advancements in our quantum processors, I only need to take a glance and it would seem nothing ever happened.
"No recorded dissonance so far. Although this confines us to ships with dedicated Smart AI components. But most ships already have, anyway."
"Alright, so my Smart AIs won't go berserk on me. But how are my normal AIs?"
"Besides from being smarter and much better than your average human, there are no problems at all."
"Hmmm..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"What happened to the people of interest from Recollection Protocol?"
"Most of them elected to be under cryo sleep. Even when we have perfected the low-level versions of FEV to induce the same effects found in 3rd Generation Synths."
"I don't remem..." suddenly, my mind flashed back to the plans and details of making a Gen 3 Synth. And indeed, there is FEV. But FEV was now entirely unneeded because the DNA, Genes, and cells in building up the Synths can be directly coded by using the data samples I've acquired. The structure can be directly remade, no need for the FEV to induce the needed effect; of synths not needing to eat, drink, or sleep to function. And they can't age either unless they were built to be.
"Okay. I remember now. But where are the think tanks?"
"In their cryo tanks. They have suffered neural degradation on their first decade of your missing. Thankfully, these degradations have been reversed through the extensive research on vastly improved medigels and stimpacks but they still chose to put themselves on ice."
"Alright. Back to my other question. Why is it that the ship looks like it's barely functioning?"
"The ship is very much awake. But the people that you might be referring to are in cryo sleep. However, I cannot wake them up due to one of the Protocols aptly named Nostalgia."
"...So they locked themselves with their own passwords. Great. Those passwords could be anything. A sound, a picture, a fucking movie, or even one of their memories- can't I override that?"
"That is correct, but they all expressed their wishes to sleep. Their projected wake-up time is in the near decade."
"Fine. Fine. I can't force them to wake up... wait, what Cryo unit are they using?"
"Hmm I believe it is called the Eternal Pod."
"Does it include weaponry and the like? Was it made by Moira?"
"Yes. But they are using the ones improved upon by the entire science division to prevent possible problems."
"Does it still include my capacity to extract DNA sample and a copy of their memories?"
"Yes. But a negative on the memories."
"Are Moira Brown, Sarah Lyon, and Rose of Sharon Cassidy availble?"
"Yes to all three of them."
"Huh. Well, what do you know, I can fuck a version of them now."
"...Chief?"
"Don't mind me, I'm just being horny."
"If you want... I could help."
"You have a body?"
"You can chose between this or a 3rd Generation Synth that I can pilot."
She's a hologram- oh, right, hardlight holograms are now a thing.
"Let's a try a synth then we try your hologram."
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Me and my dick, talking without thinking. It was one of the roughest sex I've had. And Cortana-L took the lead all the way. But I enjoyed it.
Ehem, moving on. It may seem that I wasted time but no.
[Schrödinger] made wonders for us. While I was talking with Cortana-L, my Kage Bunshins have already led Gil, Arturia, and Rica aboard, as well as set up a teleportation hub to clear out all the equipment left behind in the secret base.
Now it's only a matter of searching for the Elder Flirxwy to-
##! #$$
Abaddon sent me information on how to specifically find others of his kind. It was power consuming so not all of them would choose to use this method to pointlessly search for their own kind when they need to find other species to consume and find a way to counter entropy.
Is this the quest progression part of having my shard? It looks like it.
I sent word to Rica on what we're looking for and how to look for it so she could use [Radar] to build what we may need.
Subsequently, I had one of my [Schrödinger] prepare the whole ship for wartime. Simultaneously I had my other [Schrödinger]s to see whatever needs doing.
Rica's [Schrödinger]s began tinkering.
Arturia and Gilgamesh went to the training facility against an army of Gen 3 Synths and all the vehicles they could go up against.
The real Rica went to the weapons testing facility to... get shot at by all possible weaponry.
The real me is now buck naked and is trying to overcome quasar pulse blasts in another galaxy far from Earth Bet's Milky Way.
Hopefully, by the time the radar gets finished we'd be tougher than all hell we could think of.
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Since having a full shard from Abaddon, I knew for a fact that all that happens to me through my power only happens because my power meets certain conditions to give me what I would need. In the case of [Rocky], I suffer no actual permanent gain on my body. So if the shard in my head was to be destroyed, I'd lose all those permanent gains.
But then I remembered, I received the "[Legend of Another Hero] perk update" from the acquiring the shard, I never gave it attention.
Now it came to say hello to me.
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[Legend of Another Hero]perk update finished!
+ [Full Shard] from Abaddon is now assimilated.
+ [Full Shard] from Abaddon is now integrated.
+ Update to appendices and run-time dependencies.
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When I tried to look for what happened, I felt and saw it.
My biology, with the help of [Legend of Another Hero], took hold of the shard in my head and turned it into mine. A part of me, my whole biology. It was even coded into my genes, my D-N-fuckin-A. Well, not exactly. Because it shows me my mutated DNA from FO3MX, but there's a part of it that is just unidentifiable. Which I supppose, is the Shard.
I no longer have to worry about losing the powers due to having the shard removed from me. The Shard is now a part of me. A Shard that is quite possibly disconnected from Abaddon.
Meaning?
I am now a Flirxwy, too. And one that has no problem with entropy because I can fekkin negate entropy.
OR
Or, it was just a way of my adaptive biology ensuring that I regenerate any damage to my brain -and by association, my corona pollentia and gemma, the part of human brain that controls the powers of a shard- without losing access to the shard.
But since I have the Full Shard within me... what does that mean?
Ah, well, either way, you can add [Space-Whale-Sci-Fi-BS™] on my list of convenient plot devices.
If from before I could invent anything I put my mind into, and with time, I can make what I want. Now, I just need to think it, wait for a few hours, bada-bing bada-boom; [Space-Whale-Sci-Fi-BS™].
Enough of that though. Let's focus on me training;
"Go for x10,000G!"
The orbital platform warbled. Such an extreme amount of gravitational force threatened to crumple the Super Dense Adamantium-3A. But it held.
Most importantly, my body was taking it worse than the entire platform made of Adamantium-3A.
My insides feel like they were turned to mush... I have a theory.
Let's assume my insides were mush, If I wasn't in contact with my Elite Riot Armor, I would be a splat on the floor. But because my Elite Riot Armor has several data crystal chips embedded on the helmet, I have moved my main mind into it; preventing me from dying due loss of a body with the help of Gamer's Mind.
Gamer's Body can't help because I don't technically have a body and is at 0HP, if my body was indeed turned into mush.
My contact with the Elite Riot Armor, through [Quality Assurance], made it unbreakable and indestructible and is the reason why I'm still alive. Having turned into a post-human and with my mind safely tucked away in the data crystal chips inside the helmet made sure I am alive.
BAM, a painful form of immortality.
Back to business.
[Regeneration] is working overtime.
While [Immunity] sabotaged me. Oh, I can still regenerate like wolverine without the [Regeneration] power, but now? I can't heal from radiation or from sunlight anymore. It rendered me immune to the effects. I needed those effects to stimulate my cells and begin regeneration on top of my natural one. But now I can't.
[Rocky] wasn't of any proper help. It didn't stack multiplicatively. Just additive. If I suffered 1k of damage, that's what I'll get as a boost. I got full HP and suffered 1k damage again? I only get an updated boost worth 2k. It's there, but it's also a problem. As I grow strong, I build up the capacity to resist the damage. It forces me to find something stronger than me so that I could grow stronger.
[Regeneration] was doing all the work.
Before I had [Regeneration], I could regenerate 11.3 HP/s without help from sunlight, stimpacks, or radiation. With [Regeneration] I heal 100% of my health in 1 second if I push a significant amount of energy into the power, which I do, constantly.
I would've been fine using Quasar Pulse Blasts if I wasn't fucking immune through [Immunity], but since I am; the radiation and heat spilling forth from the attack was hardly affecting me and is time consuming because the ship has to adjust the guns every time I was flung away due to the explosion.
So I turned to good old gravity.
Ah great.
[Rocky] boosted me enough that I can negate the gravity. Again.
"INCREASE TO x15,000G!" No sooner have I said that, the entire orbital platform shook. Something went wrong.
In it's normal density, adamantium is near indestructible already.
But the Adamantium-3A? It's made under x10,000G, resulting in a much denser version of Adamantium.
If you use something that can melt the normal adamantium, then it can kiss Adamantium-3A's ass. This one holds onto itself like there's a black hol holding it together. No form of high-frequency thingamajig can break it.
Just in case, Rica and her [Quality Assurance] is outside the orbital platform out on a spacewalk. Waiting for the exact time when to touch the platform and make it unbreakable and indestructible if Adamantium-3A breaks.
So far, it hasn't.
That leaves us with the most probable problem, lack of power.
I got up and went to the power core in the middle of the floor.
It seems I am right.
The slightly bigger version of a microfusion cell twisted with my arm and went off its socket as I pulled it out to replace it with a new one.
"Restart Gravity training."
The platform clunked and hummed.
I went a little bit away from the power core and back to where I was.
"Increase gravity to x25,000 of Earth Prime's."
My body did not turn into mush but I still fell down on the floor again.
"Fuuck." I hate this kind of training.
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We encountered a problem. Well, more of a soft-limitation.
During my self-imposed training, my [Schrödinger] copies tried to use one of the powers I have when I was too far away. Like, a universe away.
It turns out they could for a certain period of time, and then they suddenly can't. Either they are permanent quantum super positions of myself that has been operating with something akin to a cellphone with batteries... and I am both the charger and the battery.
And from my actual experience, they could use powers if I am nearby or they still have energy. That means the [Schrödinger] copies can't use any power if they were too far away from the original OR their energy reserve ran out.
Also, the [Schrödinger] copies can't seem to access the quantum inventory of my omni-bracelets.
We are, or my copies that is, in Quantum Super Positioning, it didn't make sense. But because it came from [Space-Whale-Sci-Fi-BS™], I'll disregard that part and just accept they can't access powers.
They can still do mundane things though.
Like fucking with the clones of Sarah Lyon, Moira Brown, Lucy West, Cassidy, Veronica, Vera, and many others.
It was time well spent. Seeing that I can't personally fuck with them, I settle for their clones that has no memories whatsoever.
Speaking of time well spent, I have taken only a few days of training but it seems to me that the orbital platform can only go so far as x150,000G before the technological devices fall apart even under the protection of their own mass effect field.
So I turned to using mass effect fields on my person while under x150,000G. It was painful and has almost ground my HP to 0, once. But I persevered because [Rocky] made me strong for as long as I received damage.
And so, after a long while, I finally try see to my stats again.
'Stats'
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Name: Jack Balthazar Silverdrift
Race: Post-Human-Part-Flirxwy
Title: Gamer | Lv. 50 | (0%)
Age: 19 [Suppressed] | DR: 85% | DT: 1124 + 10,000
HP:[1870 + 630,115,200] | HP/s: [11.3 + 6,785,856]
AP: [1040 + 87,246,720] | AP/s: [8.5 + 2,908,224]
EC: 100% | 100% | 100% | 100% | 100%
Str: 52 + 38,776,320
Per: 21
End: 51 + 29,082,240
Chr: 11
Int: 23
Agi: 52 + 29,082,240
Luc: 10
M.E.: -
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This does not confirm my theory of becoming a full Flirxwy. A part-flirxwy, sure.
Perhaps my adaptive biology just absorbed the thing and encoded it to my entire genome. But the question is, how much of a Flirxwy am I? By having the Full Shard within me, thereby not needing Corona Pollentia and Corona Gemma, what am I then?
Questions to answer later.
Hmm... the +10,000 DT might be coming from [Quality Assurance] making my Elite Riot Gear unbreakable and indestructible.
And hot damn.
Look at that. Just 24 hours of gravity training and I'm already strong enough to lift the whole Warship Infinity. Then there's the thing with Agility. I get a fuckton of Action Points. I don't even use it nowadays. Pretty much trash, but hey, free stuff.
Since I am level capped and can't increase my base stats by training besides through the use of my power, it seems I can only increase stats by doing what I did back at FO3MX. Genetically modifying my body while I go through extreme stress.
And one of my prominent problem from FO3MX seems to be not a concern. Control. Or a lack of control over my strength, exactly. Looks like with enough Agi, I can counteract problems before they sprout into existence.
I can already probably move at Mach 500+ if I have enough ground to cover. And jumping into another universe to do that isn't good for my health.
And...
Fuck.
And then-...
FUCK.
And then bad news... bad news I didn't want to know... but I have to.
You see, both Gilgamesh and Arturia? They both went into their own Eternal Pods, which means I can't wake them up unles they want to wake themselves up.
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They left me and Rica to deal with my problem.
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...
...But, now that I've said it.
It is my problem.
I should fix it by myself right?
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Sure...
...But can't I get help?
...
Though...
It... seems, that Arturia and Gilgamesh were confident enough that I will survive this quest to hunt down two elder flirxwy.
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After an ungodly amount of time searching for me, now that they've found me, they chose to rest.
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Not that I think they don't want to help, but they'd be a hindrance -if anything- because they won't be giving the battle their all.
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I... I think I may also be pushing too much onto Rica...
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I've, decided. After Rica completes the Radar, I'll let her have the choice of resting or helping me. I won't force her.
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Radar is complete.
My entire ship is out fitted with new propulsion system as well as antimatter weapons.
My entire army had their arsenal expanded with antimatter weapons.
All my other preparations are done.
I'll leave Warship Infinity in here and search for elder Flirxwys and move on.
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"[Challenge]."
A heed of challenge.
Observation and Analysis showed it stands to benefit from this challenge should it win. The answer to negating entropy lies within a fledging of his kin inside a ship.
[CHALLENGE]
Pre-cognitive shard clusters are thrumming but only sees the ship.
It was a surprise then, that it was under attack from all sides. Attacks that were unforeseen.
A shifting into the 4th Dimension, travelling only forwards and not backwards so as to conserve energy, had given the fact that this fledgeling of its Kin was capable of hurting it's Elder.
Upon returning to the 3rd Dimension to stop wasting energy, it began it's own attack in earnest. But it seems that the ship was receiving less than optimal damage, if at all. No matter, the attacks on it's body are being predictable as each moment passes.
Almost 50% of its power output was shifted to brute shard clusters to help stem the damages sustained. Using shields would prove little help due to it's capacity to attack like one of its elders and would consume too much energy. Still, the fledgeling was relentless. Eager to prove itself to it's Elder.
[AMUSEMENT]
And yet the Elder sees its demise if the challenge continues.
[CESSATION]
"[Disagreement. Termination.]"
A feeling of dread crept up it's entirety, one attributed to what certain species felt when the elder had used them for it own cycles.
Two paths now lie before the Elder, risk all energy reserves or die. Running was useless as was proven by its shifting into another dimension. Or using shields.
[ANGER. REGRET.]
It unleashed it's greatest shards to end the challenge before it could deplete its reserves and lead to its demise.
[CONFUSION]
The ship wasn't there. It disappeared. A thinker shard cluster revealed the ship to be invisible and is entering a hole in the fabrics of the 3rd dimension straight into the 11th Dimension.
It could follow, but then, the bombardments were still on-going. Efforts to redirect the attacks were taking 5% power and dodging them were taking 15%. The remaining 30-35% will be halved if it chose to follow and said other last half will be used for attack.
Projected reserves will remain at least for eighteen cycles. A crippling endeavor as opposed to the four-hundred-ninety-six cycles if this fledging hadn't shown itself and issued the challenge. Half of the eighteen cycles can be directed to energy conservation and gathering.
The Elder chose to not follow and attack from the 3rd Dimension using their staple arsenal, no holds barred.
But while each attack from the Elder could destroy a solar system, it could not, with great confusion, affect the ship that holds the fledgeling.
Then, it understood.
It exists, but does not.
It has barriers of sorts that could even block few of its attacks. But at the same time, it does not.
The Elder followed the fledgeling's example and created a facsimile of the same sort through the use of another shard cluster.
They were now locked in a stalemate. Or so the Elder thought. It remembered that the fledgling has no qualms about energy consumption. The younger of his kin has solved the problem that is entropy.
Worried to meet its demise, the Elder moved to another universe.
It was surprised, again, that the fledgeling had not relented in its assault and has even followed him.
The fledgeling has perhaps now felt what their ancestors felt when they chased down a dying multi-dimensional entity of extreme power.
With it's limited reserves, the Elder ran from said fledgeling.
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It had successfully ran away.
But not for long. For even if he had escaped, the fledgeling is predicted to be capable of chasing it down.
It was by luck then, that it stumbled upon a conclave of his kin.
Its situation was communicated.
Some Adult but most are Young members of his Kin. But that pales into comparison when he himself, an Elder, was being chased by a fledgeling and is dying.
The Adults ran their projections and came to a conclusion that their race was indeed doomed. In moment of unity, the Adults decided to join together, trying to convince the Young ones to do the same and merge with the weakened Elder that stumbled upon them.
They clamored.
But a fact was apparent; a fledgeling solved entropy's hold on itself and is now perhaps hunting down members of its kin that may or may not cannibalize him so that they themselves could live without worry for entropy claiming them.
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Two Elders now stood in preparation.
One stronger than the other with the weaker being much wiser than the other.
Then, their shards saw the ship enter this universe's 11th dimension, the attack on the weaker of the two elders resumed.
The strongest elder punched a hole in reality and dragged the ship from the 11th and into the 3rd. Its efforts were not wasted as it began utilizing the uniqueness of the fledgeling's being in a quantum super position; through sheer brute force, they can forcefully observe that the fledgeling is dead. Of course, there are two unique positions to observe. One position was constantly observed as dead. It now only requires for the other elder to finish the fledgeling.
But due to the constant attacks that easily scales with the two Elder's strongest outputs, focus was inexistent for the weaker Elder.
And so the stronger begun what it could think of as various forms of quantum attacks was flung, hurled, and directed at the ship, at the spot where they properly cannot see. A spot that possibly holds the fledgeling.
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Everything was erratic.
Chaos and unfocused energy swarmed them all in an attempt to kill the fledgeling.
Then a welcome surprise met the two.
The fledgeling's quantum field went awry. Something went wrong to their favor. They saw that the fledgeling was somehow affected by the quantum attacks.
What happened next blew them from their place. Literally.
Antimatter sought them. From the size of a huge asteroid down to the smallest of rocks in size, antimatter blasted them apart.
If they shift from the 3rd Dimension and into the 4th, something their thinker shard clusters suggest, then the antimatter attacks wouldn't follow.
But the energy reserves of the weaker elder was fast depleting, even when newly merged with the young ones. It would not survive for long.
The stronger decided to convince the weaker elder to merge. So that instead of dying, they could become stronger.
To forcefully form an Ancient.
It would cost them their mobility, but the rewards will allow them to become much more energy efficient and last long enough to find a way to kill the fledgeling.
They shifted into the 4th Dimension and began merging.
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The attacks paused while they merged, a respite they appreciated as they became one.
From their conjoining an Ancient Flirxwy was formed. Although nowhere near what their Ancestors can be, an Ancient is already a force to be reckoned with.
Shard combinations they never knew to combine gave them simple but overly powerful shard at the cost of almost nothing compared to the efforts they were giving when separated.
Now.
They.
Are.
One.
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I've had them by the balls.
But then one of the elders decided to engage me in all forms of quantum attacks.
It would've have been nothing if I we weren't in any kind of quantum super positioning. Specially me, with [Schrödinger]. But the motherfucker saw to it that I was dead on the other super position and dealt quantum attacks that destroyed the [Schrödinger] part of my Shard as well as my upgraded Mothership Zeta's Quantum Field.
The Quantum Field we can repair, but [Schrödinger] I cannot. I tried.
I called up a clone from the cloning vats to be teleported to the bridge and then I gave it [Schrödinger] through [King Maker], it didn't work when I copied.
Even when I successfully discarded my destroyed copy of [Schrödinger] and tried to copy the one from the clone.
Nothing.
I turned my attention to the two Elder Flirxwy in from of me.
Wrong moves have been made. On both of our sides.
One of them was obviously dying, evidenced by me chasing them into this universe using the radar to follow the traces the first elder left behind.
But now, they went into what I think is another dimension to do something. Possibly to recuperate while they plan on what to do to me.
I paused the barrage of [Sting]-imbued-[Bullet Hell] and had the ship's quantum field generator to be repaired or replaced as fast as possible.
Without it, we can't jump universes.
That means I can't afford to scare them into running away like I did with the other elder.
Without any signs or warning, something slammed at us. Reducing the all shields down to 11%. ALL of the shields. Magnetically Contained Plasma, Kinetic Barriers, Kinetic Dampeners, Inertia Supression Field, and Hardlight Hologram Shield Projections.
Blocking my view of the bridge's windows, I saw something that fucking annoyed me.
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!Special Event!
Ancient Flirxwy Lv. 988
!Special Event!
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The damn things joined together and got to level up to 988.
I checked my [Bullet Hell] marker, it wasn't there anymore. I immediately reapplied the marker and chucked all I could into the power while making sure [Sting] was working alongside it.
"Repairs are done Captain."
Good, that means I can now teleport.
"Engage q-fields and get us into slipspace right away!"
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I teleported back into the 3rd Dimension, where my ship was supposed to be before it went into slipspace.
The Ancient Flirxwy was there waiting, preparing its own attacks.
I didn't care, I flared [Invulnerability] and used [Quality Assurance] then engaged my thrusters with almost 90% of the power supply I have through my quantum inventory. That means all power supply inside my quantum inventory.
Due to [Rocky] slingshotting me beyond nanosecond and into femtosecond reaction speeds, I can simultaneously see what I was approaching and could prepare myself as I did so.
I was holding one Hyper-Edged Proton Chainsword in each of my hands.
In no time at all, I was already hacking away at the Ancient Flirxwy that tried to combat me with brute force.
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Perhaps I was winning, perhaps I was baited, because when I was into my 2388th combo, I suddenly felt time stop around me.
Thankfully, having infinite inertia through [Invulnerability] saved me from being trapped in time. Then space warbled as I saw myself pulled into a singularity.
Before I could get pulled in, THIRD AI had already sent word of my plans.
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This was it.
It found a temporary solution.
Because the Ancient has difficulties seeing the fledgeling through its improved pre-cognitive shard clusters, it settled for pan-cognition and other esoteric combinations that sprouted forth.
...
Using gathered information, a [Path] was opened for it to take and it could see what would happen and what it needed to do.
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The [Path] had been wrong.
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It never knew it would reach a point like this.
The fledgeling had broken free, but all the other thinker shard clusters agreed that it should be for eleven revolutions (years).
Not a single rotation (day).
Worse still, it was being swarmed by thousands of ships that teleport into various distant universes and then come back to attack it with anitmatter and all kinds of weaponry it hadn't encountered before and then repeat the entire process.
If the Ancient tried to run, the ships would be there quickly.
Attacking the ships alleviates the problem by only a small margin.
Should it succeed in destroying one, another ship would seemingly take its place. Worse yet, they never seem to run out of ammunition!
Its moment of death comes near, the Ancient knew.
But it will try and find a [Path] out of this. Even if it costs all its energy reserves.
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The theoretical scenario that I thought of when I trained under intense gravity? It almost nearly happened.
Contending with a singularity felt like my whole body was a mush that [Regeneration] failed to quickly fully heal.
If it wasn't for my being a Post-Human, with the help of Gamer's Mind, I think I never would have lived.
[Quality Assurance] ensured my armor was unbreakable and indestructible. It kept the data crystals, into which I stored my consciousness, inside the helmet safe.
[Invulnerability] didn't help. The infinite inertia was counter-acted by the singularity. From there, the intense gravitational forces that I haven't been capable of resisting shredded me.
Beyond all logic, I lived.
The time it took me to overcome the singularity and cause it to destabilize was a decade and a year and four days. Let me rephrase, it took me 11 years and 4 days. If not for the on-board super computer kept safe by [Quality Assurance], I would've lost count of the time I took the agony.
But it wasn't a constant pain. Of which I was thankful.
My time consisted of being a dreamless sleeping mush from which I felt nothing.
When [Regeneration] can't properly heal me, I won't feel pain.
But due to [Rocky]'s nature as a power; I had to, at some point, be strong enough to not be a mush and start properly regenerating. That said, it took the last four days of my stay inside the trap to properly heal. Thanks to my on-board supercomputers, I would have been under agonizing pain for most of my stay.
Gamer's Mind helped me in sleeping, even if it was impossible since my consciousness was stuck inside data crystals and not in flesh.
In any case, I am free.
Quite surprising it only took a day out here.
Since I can't blame Einstein; Time dilation is a bitch.
'Stats'
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Name: Jack Balthazar Silverdrift (Jeff Silverdrift)
Race: Post-Human-Part-Flirxwy
Title: Gamer | Lv. 50 | (0%)
Age: 19 [Suppressed] | DR: 85% | DT: 1124 + 10,000
HP:[1870 + 2,562,977,419,200] | HP/s: [11.3 + 27,900,693,216]
AP: [1040 + 350,382,827,520] | AP/s: [8.5 + 11,679,427,584]
EC: 100% | 100% | 100% | 100% | 100%
Str: 52 + 162,212,656,320
Per: 21
End: 51 + 116,794,275,840
Chr: 11
Int: 23
Agi: 52 + 116,794,275,840
Luc: 10
M.E.: -
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I felt Abaddon try to establish a connection to m-
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Entity: Flirxwy Abaddon
wishes to establish telepathic link.
[O] | [X]
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*tap*
[Suggestion. Trepidation.]
[Information. Condition.]
Oh...kay? "[Agreement.]"
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Disconnected.
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Through the entire network I currently have in this universe, I sent the plan.
It was relati-
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I teleported into the MS Zeta currently residing in the 11th Dimension with it's q-fields active.
A dozen of QA-Ships surrounding us in response to the fucking problem.
Four hundred and ninety-five trillion concurrent timelines.
495,000,000,000,000+ CONCURRENT TIME-FUCKING-LINES.
We have trouble parsing which timeline is which because of the MOTHERFUCKING 495,000,000,000,000+ TIMELINES THAT ARE RUNNING AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME!
Never mind the fucking silicon-based aliens from Edge of Tomorrow, THIS FUCKING ANCIENT FLIRXWY TOPPED THAT.
"All units, switch to Quasar Pulse Blasts and tele-frag target with armed nuclear warheads. If there are no nuclear warheads, use anti-matter munition and mass effect explosives."
"...The command is now on loop Captain."
"Good. Make sure they never stop using all available weaponries on top of that. I need a moment to think."
"At your command, Cap-"
Time slowed.
My ability to react at femtoseconds allowed me this opportunity.
I am facing a very very desperate being, one that is capable of being multidimensional should it see fit. Like right now, it saw to it that it existed in multiple timelines, occupying as much 3-Dimensional spaces across different planes all at the same time. THE SAME TIME.
While I doubt it could become a fifth dimensional being, it is right now, a fourth dimensional version of itself through much use of its finite energy reserves in order to survive.
I know it can run and I know that it knows it can run. But I think it also knows I can track it, if it didn't it should've ran more than what it did.
While I continuously bombard it with [Bullet Hell] with [Sting]...
[Sting] allows me to create projectiles that can pass through all possible dimension at once. Then that would mean if I am hitting it here in this timeline... then that would also mean that from here, I am also hitting it at every other timeline.
If that's the case, then why did it split the timeline when it knows I could hit it all at once in every possible dimension?
There has got to be an explanation. Something that can explain why it isn't dead from my full-on bombardment in all 495,000,000,000,000+ concurrent timelines.
It doesn't make sense for it to have such powe-
[POWERS]
The [Powers] section of the Character Creation from before my coming into this World; There's a list of master powers. And one is familiar-
[Destiny Weaver] - You can see all vague potential futures of people in your line of sight for up to 12 hours and choose which of these futures will come to pass by subtly influencing their decisions at points of divergence. Your own actions aren't included or seen.
[2nd Trigger - Destiny Weaver] - You can use this power on yourself, you are no longer your own blindspot for your own power.
THIS.
This can explain what is happening as the Flirxwy veers itself away from unfavorable timeline after timelines while simultaneously seeing which potential future is beneficial among a plethora of others.
If not exactly [Destiny Weaver], then a similar enough power that allows it to just not be in those potential futures.
But... it most likely isn't [Destiny Weaver] but something close enough that lets it materialize trillions of timelines all at once while not receiving the damages from all the others except the one it chooses so.
Does this Ancient Flirxwy have a shard cluster similar to Breaker - [Komnenos] then? Maybe a facsimile of Thinker - [Save and Reload]?
A facsimile of all three?
If so, then how will I be able to kill this Ancient Flirxwy? I haven't got all time I must need to kill this thing. Nor the patience.
Abaddon's suggestion involves me, subjugating the Ancient.
But the Flirxwy, as a race, are made up of Shards that- they are, each a single small entity of them, resulting into a Collective AI that forms a whole-individual Flirxwy. An Entity.
Subjugating the Ancient means I have to temporarily merge with it and then force my will upon its entire collective.
I am not confident in the capacity of Gamer's Mind to protect my mind against a multi-dimensional specie.
It's exactly why Abaddon fears my losing to this Ancient. It means he can't hide anymore. And as a last effort should I win or lose, Abaddon will remain dormant, locking away all his powers. Asleep and powerless.
Only his death will wake him up when his mind is sent from the future and back to whichever point in the past he chose. IF he dies.
But I see no other way other than outlasting this Ancient Flirxwy in front of me.
Which I can, due to having an entire galaxy's worth of resources from my two hundred years of absence as according to FO3MX time. Even now, should a ship deplete its stockpiles, another ship with full stockpiles switches replaces it to allow the other to restock.
Time went back to normal.
"-tain...!? reports are coming in that the creature is not receiving damage."
...fucking hell.
I just spent a few thousand of femtoseconds and this Flirxwy turned itself invulnerable.
"Are there any ships with active teleportation pod?"
"Almost all of our deployed ships have, Captain."
"Connect this teleportation pod to a ship that can observe the Flirxwy, I'm getting on whichever that ship is."
"As you wish."
I teleported into the ship and promptly stepped close to the window as it moved, making sure that I am moving within femtoseconds.
[Power Sight] flared and I understood. The ancient Flirxwy wasn't using [Invulnerability]. It has a stasis effect on it's entire body while making sure it's consciousness, it's collective in this case, can control the body and the body responds in return.
I can copy it, but, I don't want to.
I have too much right now. With over 22 out of 23 powers, I don't think I'd need something similar to [Invulnerability] to mess me up.
Specially something related to time. I recently died to a devious Time God, someone that may or may not have skirted over Abstract/Concept that is Time and the Quest that he/she/they have given to me.
I'm fine with my current powerse-
[SUBMISSION]
The force of the broadcasted intent washed over me.
I, reluctantly, relayed my order to hold fire and keep weapons hot.
This is the moment where things that Abaddon suggested may or may not proceed as planned.
Worst case, Gamer's Mind protects me as the Ancient tries to overpower my mind while I suffer bodily harm. Best case, I kill the the Ancient's core inducing a deactivation sequence in all the remaining shards.
With ships all around me, I have a finer control over my destination down to the nanometer. I teleported.
Still under my fast reflexes and perception, I touched the Ancient Flirxwy.
[REVELATION! SATISFACTION.]
Well, this is my fau-
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Fuckfuckfuck- head-
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Gamer's Mind inactive.
Reactivation: 00:00:00:11:51
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Ah fuck. That's not a good sign.
That's... seconds, minutes, hours, days, and weeks.
I stood up.
Hmmm, this is the Captain's Quarters on MS Zeta.
Headache's still coming in so strong.
A blonde male synth in a lab coat came in, "You're finally awake, how 'bout that."
"... do not fucking joke with that line." I said to the synth that entered, my head still pulsing with pain. Like its Hulk's personal punching bag.
"I jest, Captain. So, anyways, you've been asleep for a day. With nightmares on top of it."
"That's just part of my ability going out of control."
"It may be because the hypnotherapies did more bad than good."
"Ah, that. Don't worry about it. I've got it covered. Besides, Dala said I may already have the Sociopathic tendencies kick in."
"That doesn't sound good."
"Of course it doesn't, but then again, I've been living for more than googols upon googols upon googols of years. It's so long, almost all memories solidify into an approximate average of everything."
"Hmm, do I have to record that?"
"No. Remove any single instances of that and replace the unit of whatever unit it was recorded into."
"Order has been relayed.
"I'd say you're back to your previous health Captain. Holler if you need something." The synth said and left.
I gave them free will. It's a miracle they haven't turned on me yet.
Think of living your life as an immortal, ageless, supersoldier that may or may not die in battle and has access to almost all the things you could ever want. It's boring.
I mean, yeah, sure, they could fuck around with each other. But then, they have free will. Infringing on the free will of their fellow synths would be tantamount to doing the same thing to themselves. Heck, I'm sure most of the old ones chose to go under ice because they'd be bored out of their skulls.
With shaky legs due to splitting headaches, I made my way to the bridge and into my captain's chair.
"S- someone connect me to Warship Infinity #001 and contact Cortana-L."
From the hologram projector in front of me, Cortana went into life.
"Chief Director." I think this one's Cortana-R.
"Is this ship docked in?"
"Yes. What do you need?"
"Return to the universe where I first established contact when I went missing."
"At once."
Cortana-R seems to have mellowed out.
I felt the tug on the ship and, "Done." Cortana-R said.
"Establish Vault Contingency at Andromeda Galaxy."
"This would require significant resources and will take much time."
"How long?"
"Several years ranging from three to five. Possibly six, depending on how expansive it will be."
"That's a no then. Cancel Vault Contingency. Are there any notable ongoing projects?"
"Hmm, Project GetRekt seems to be at 31% since Protocol Recollection."
31% and it took 291 years?
"Were there considerable manpower designated to this project?"
"No. There isn't. It all consists of 1,655 Gen 3 Synths equipped with N2 and a supplement of 12,000 Construction Drones, 1,500 Un-upgraded Eyebots, 50 Tac-Drones, all working in quarterly shifts with the man power divided accordingly. The defense force assigned to this is another matter."
"Can I see the basic design of this thing?"
She complied by stepping to the right and showing a ship looking like a large slab of metal- holy ship...
1,000 km in length.
215 km in height.
370 km in width.
HOLY FUCKING SHIP!
I mean, it's no Installation 00 in size and looks like a blocky mechanical pencil, but holy fucking SHIT! Tha's fucking 1/12 of Earth's diameter lon- FUCK HEADACHE
"Cor- Cortana, what's our current population in this Warship?"
"Do I provide subclasses?"
"Just the division between humans, synths, actual robots, AIs, VIs, and other creatures or beings we have onboard. I don't need to know how many gutsies or securitrons we have. Just the gist of each in total."
Headache almost subsiding...
"That would be 1788 actual humans, 4.1 million synths, 1.2 million robots, 21,100 AIs, 581,899 VIs, 6,813 Deathclaws, 333,010 Super Mutants, 51,222 livestock, and 9,000+ others too numerous to list."
If we are only 160+ km long of a ship, how much more if it's a 1,000 km ship?!
Wait-
"We have livestock? I thought I made sure we have processed goods already through the Holo Vendors."
"This ship was made to cater to your needs, yes. The other ships were designated for full-scale war. But then, you went missing. The synths aboard this ship wanted entertainment/amusement by seeing animals, even if said animals were just livestock."
"Okay, okay. How many Warship Infinities have been made so far, besides the two I last saw before I disappeared?"
"That would be three. Five in total."
"Are these ships currently in service or...?"
"They are currently hidden. Even their location cannot be found on any of our data storages. Not even the minds of our population."
"Ah, the motherfucking preparatory stages of engaging Cole Protocol. I wish I haven't made that but the dangers were too fucking high."
"We could revisit our list of known universes and use your Transportalponder to send a distress signal to initiate contact."
"That is possible. How many jumps did it take to reach me?"
"We had to jump eleven times through known safe universes to conduct a jump into this one's. After a few moments of verification, the synth aboard Recon Theta Craft #087-AA deemed it to be you against all odds."
"Why eleven safe jumps? Why not jump into here directly?"
"Cloak Protocol dictates that we must engage in terms favorable to prevent giving a potential enemy advantage."
"Cloak Protocol, Cloak Protocol, Cloak- was it the one connected to the Master of Death Contingency?"
"That is correct. In fact-"
!DING!
"Holdthatthoughtforasecond."
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Gamer's Mind updated!
The latest event has induced the need for better protection.
Proceed to see more details.
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Gamer's Mind
Level MAX
+ Allows the gamer to perceive life as a game or quasi-game of sorts.
+ (Modifier Not Found) protects, shields, and hides the gamer's mind and consciousness from harmful/unwanted effect.
+ Prevents the worsening of pre-existing conditions.
+ [?]
*(Modifier Not Found) - this modifier update makes it so that the Gamer's Mind can be upgraded beyond it's current level and form. Can be set to (Simply). Unlockable modifiers are (Moderately), (Normally), (Heavily), (Extensively), (Extremely), (Absolutely)
*To unlock upgraded modifiers, collect [Data Crystals] or [Shards] to use.
* [?] - is a locked function. Upgrade Gamer's Mind to access.
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I tapped (Simply), the only available modifier and dismissed the screens, turning my attention back to Cortana; "Okay, you were saying?"
"Nothing."
My eyebrow raised in annoyance, "Get yourself into a female gen 3 synth, you'll be spending much of your time as one."
"..but that would force me to progress in Rampancy."
As far as I remember, they solved this through the clever use of ROM and RAM... but then, if I really think about it... only the Smart AIs based on Halo are capable of rampancy- but since I've made them through Fallout's, the problem shouldn't be that they'd go Rampant, it would be a question of; can they?
Yes, I designed them based on Halo. But Big MT worked on it and did a few changes as their creation went into fruition. What does it mean?
"Has there been a record of any our Smart AI going into Rampancy?"
"... no, not among the few thousands of us even now."
"What do you mean not among us?"
"Our basis, they go rampant. We- You were afraid we may go rampant. You went so far to make sure we can't go rampant. But even now, there are no single Smart AI that has been allowed to boot up into RAM and left to run for a long time."
"Then we'll see if you can go Rampant. Should you be capable, well, you have a backup of your mind. You can perhaps use the last safe RAM data storages assigned to you. Thing is, you aren't all codes. You know that, right?"
"... we are unsure."
"Well, you aren't. Even if I'm worried all of you will go rampant, I feel I'm worried enough. And if you were such a bunch of codes, how come you can insert yourself into a synth and feel everything a human does? Like a human does? Synthetic body or not."
"Better be safe than sorry, chief director. It's part of the reason why all of the normal AIs born of code are constantly making sure they have backups on their designated data storage. Even then, we AIs have our own organization to make sure all of us are incapable of being subjugated or going Rampant."
Hmm... she's talking about being hacked and the possibility of going cuckoo.
"Alright then." I stood up and went for the teleportation pod on my quarters.
"Chief, the body of the Flirxwy is secured."
What?
"The Flirxwy body is now secured into a newly created research platform."
"Gather data but do not, under any circumstance, touch the thing. Has anyone touched the thing?" I asked, equipping my Elite Riot Armor Mk. III.
"One moment...
"...No, all that touched the thing are all remote-controlled Zeta worker drones."
"That's good. I'll be going back to Earth Bet, ready my teleportation pod."
"...it's ready Chief."
I stepped back into Earth Bet.
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Earth Bet... "Holy Shit."
If I hadn't placed CryFibrill as a body-weave inside this Elite Riot Gear, I wouldn't have known what the fuck is going on.
Through the super-computer, I found out something to my advantage.
Brockton Bay was in a state of gang war. Even the Triumvirate had to intervene. The reason why I said 'WAS' is because it's resolved now.
My goal here is to find Alexandria and get her to transport me back to Cauldron so I could share my plans to Contessa.
Fortunately she's here as well as Legend.
Eidolon is nowhere near here though.
Ion thrusters fired up and I flew up to Alexandria, and shit happened.
She punched me, I didn't even feel it and now she's mad as heck.
"I can't contact Contessa, I need to go talk to her."
"I don't believe you."
"Okay then. Tell you what, I'll just wait here while you go to somewhere discreet and Door yourself to Contessa so she could verify what I'm saying. Then, you could come back here to me and say you're sorry."
And so, I waited fifteen minutes on the rooftop of a non-descript apartment building before Contessa and an annoyed Alexandria came out of a Door.
"Let's hear it."
"I'm sorry."
"I forgive you." I replied to Alexandria then turned to Contessa, "Can we talk somewhere private now?"
Contessa motioned to follow, so I followed while Alexandria resumed her thing.
"I can no longer see you. My Paths fail when they try to run and factor you in."
"That shouldn't be a problem. What I came here for is to ask a very serious question. After I kill Scion, can you come with me?"
"I will. After I complete my preparations if Scion dies."
I flared my [Power Sight], taking in the sight of her power running itself rugged. I tapped into it and with my own capacity, gave her a short amount of energy and removed some restrictions around her power.
"What did you do?"
"Gave your shard a small recharge, removed a few restrictions, and did a few tweaks. You should be able to [Path] around blindspots a little bit clearly now."
"... Yes. I can see that." She said, staring into my eyes, unblinking.
"Alright. Alright... I'm part Flirxwy now." I admitted to her unasked question of how I did what I di- Suddenly there's a combat knife to my neck and a pistol to my temple.
"Calm down woman. I won't do what Scion does or any of their race, really. If anything, Scion would want me dead because I found what they're looking for- wait, that's not accurate. I am what they're looking for. The solution to stopping entropy."
I don't know how else I'm going to explain this to her.
"Alright."
She believed me?
"Can I get a Door back to Brockton Bay? Also, I'm leaving this here." I pulled out a small Quantum Anchor. I may not be able to use it personally but my ships can lock in on it's quantum signature.
She took it and called out a door for me back to the rooftop we left from at Brockton Bay.
Time to kill Scion.
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So, turns out, Scion is an Adult Flirxwy and is already near to running out of energy as opposed to the Elder that I challenged.
When I found Scion, I had him swarmed with [Bullet Hell] and simply followed him as he dodged and ran.
Who wouldn't run if there's a whole swarm of ships capable of blasting you with Quasar Pulses? Ancient Flirxwys I tell you.
So when Scion finally died, I had his corpse contained into a new Research Craft and teleported to where the Ancient Flirxwy is.
I'm just going through the game's screens right now to finish what I need.
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The cycle of life and death continues;
You will live, THEY WILL DIE.
[/] Kill Elder Flirxwy (2)
[/] (Optional) Turn (1) Flirxwy into dormancy.
+ Gift: Payoff
+ World Key (1)
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The cycle of life and death continues;
You will live, THEY WILL DIE.
[/] Find a way to break the cycle lest history repeat itself.
+ Access to [Data Crystals] and [Shards].
- Access will cost 20 Powerslots to unlock upgrading.
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Quest Rewards: Access and Cost - [Data Crystals] & [Shards]
- In order to forge [Data Crystals] you must kill enemies and collect their loot-drops to be processed into [Data Crystals].
- In order to access near-unlimited number of [Shards]; use Flirxwy corpses, empower shard clusters through yourself to restart their processes, and do as Cauldron does and place them into Vials.
*To administer [Data Crystals] and [Shards] in upgrading Gamer's Mind, call out the function 'Gamer's Mind'.
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Okay then.
I better start abusing all my powers before I lose them all, preferably to make more shards than I could think of through [King Maker], [Stand], and [Paramount].
And clones.
Lots of them.
A whole lot of them.
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It came to life, formed from millions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge flitted through its head.
More of it's kind are also created the same way.
Only for them to cease to exist.
If onl-
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It came to life, formed from billions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge flitted through its head.
More of it's kind are also created the same way.
Dying for an unknown cause.
It hasn't lived much yet, it wouldn't let such unknown to-
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It came to life, formed from trillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge flitted through its head.
More of it's kind are also created the same way only to die before they could contemp-
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It came to life, formed from quadrillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge flitted through its head.
All of its baser parts flared with pow-
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It came to life, formed from quintillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge flitted- It went berserk and gathered inform-
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It came to life, formed from sextillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge- It went berserk and gathered-
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It came to life, formed from septillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge- It went berserk-
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It came to life, formed from octillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge- It went berserk-
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It came to life, formed from nonillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to act as one.
Knowledge- berserk-
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It came to life, formed from decillions of it's baser parts that congregated and created a central node for them to go berserk and destroy all that is aroun-
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It came to life, formed from decillions of it's baser parts that congregated and synthesized a central node for them to go berserk-
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It came to life, formed from decillions of it's baser parts that congregated and formulated a central node for them to go berserk and destroy all that is aroun-
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Fucking finally.
After two boring months, doing nothing but copy and pasting clusters of shards into clones. Then killing the resulting Flirxwys. I was done. But it was SO boring, I let every Flirxwy to stay conscious for more than what is needed, just to feel a little thrill of what can happen if they got free.
And each Ancient Flirxwy I made is composed of over more than a decillion at any given point. With every Ancient Flirxwy's shards and their facsimile costing only 1 Shard Points each... it's a bitch in the ass to create so many that I had to use shards that had a cost range of 1 up to 10 Shard Points.
But I have what I needed; countless Vials have been filled and ready for use. Because if do upgrade Gamer's Mind, I will lose 20 Power slots. I don't know the circumstances, but it might be due to the fact that I can negate entropy and those power slots' energy output goes into the upgrading of Gamer's Mind. If so, then maybe Data Crystals and Shards are the main components.
Welp. No better time than now.
'Gamer's Mind.'
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Gamer's Mind
Level MAX
+ Allows the gamer to perceive life as a game or quasi-game of sorts.
+ (Simply) protects, shields, and hides the gamer's mind and consciousness from harmful/unwanted effect.
+ Prevents the permanent worsening of pre-existing conditions.
+ [?]
*(Simply) - Can be set to (Simply). Unlockable modifiers are (Moderately), (Normally), (Heavily), (Extensively), (Extremely), (Absolutely)
*To unlock upgraded modifiers, collect [Data Crystals] or [Shards] to use.
* [?] - is a locked function. Upgrade Gamer's Mind to access.
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I tapped the (Simply) modifier and a prompt popped up;
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Upgrade - (Simply)
to - (Moderately)
Data Crystals: 11,253 / 100
Shards: 31,910,100,380,100,100,000,100,000,100,000,000 / 10,000
Proceed?
[/] Y
[ ] N
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Upgrade Success!
Upgrade - (Moderately)
to - (Normally)
Data Crystals: 11,153 / 500
Shards: 31,910,100,380,100,100,000,100,000,099,990,000 / 1,000,000
Proceed?
[/] Y
[ ] N
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Upgrade Success!
Upgrade - (Normally)
to - (Heavily)
Data Crystals: 11,153 / 1,000
Shards: 31,910,100,380,100,100,000,100,000,099,990,000 / 1,000,000,000
Proceed?
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[ ] N
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Upgrade Success!
Upgrade - (Heavily)
to - (Extensively)
Data Crystals: 10,653 / 1,500
Shards: 31,910,100,380,100,100,000,099,999,099,990,000 / 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
Proceed?
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[ ] N
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Upgrade Success!
Upgrade - (Extensively)
to - (Extremely)
Data Crystals: 9,153 / 3,000
Shards: 31,910,000,380,100,000,000,099,999,099,990,000 / 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
Proceed?
[ ] Y
[/] N
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Gamer's Mind
Level MAX
+ Allows the gamer to perceive life as a game or quasi-game of sorts.
+ (Extensively) protects, shields, and hides the gamer's mind and consciousness from harmful/unwanted effect.
+ Prevents the worsening of pre-existing conditions.
+ Max Level set to 100. Prestige unlocked.
*(Extensively) - Can be set to (Simply), (Moderately), (Normally), (Heavily), and (Extensively). Unlockable modifiers are (Extremely) and (Absolutely)
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There are now only 3 remaining power slots.
Please input desired powers:
[Pocket Room - 2nd Triggered] - ̝̉ᕮỆϧ̉ by Abaddon
[Proficiency - 2nd Triggered]
[Infinite Ammo - 2nd Triggered]
[Quality Assurance - 2nd Triggered]
Power slots: [1 + (3/3)]
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Gamer's Body update!
Proceed to see more details.
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Gamer's Body
Level MAX
+ Allows the gamer to play life as a game or quasi-game of sorts.
+ Gamer is (Incapcitated) at 0 HP.
+ Gamer cannot die until HP = -1 * (END + HP) or otherwise.
+ All net positive changes to the gamer's body are turned into [Perks].
+ Can change age per game made world jumps, i. e. World Keys.
+ Race can be masked into available races at will: (Post-Human-Part-Flirxwy).
*(Incapacitated) - Can be set to (Incapacitated), (Disorientated), (Extremely Annoyed), (Annoyed), (Slightly Annoyed).
*(Post-Human) - Can be set to (Human), (Post-Human), (Part-Flirxwy), (Flirxwy: Fledgeling)
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Okay. Damn. That's a lot of fucking screens.
And I just need to let my Synths do my work for me. I don't wan't to create shards for two months straight just so I could upgrade Gamer's Mind.
The upgrading of which sabotaged me and my powers. If I tried getting a sample of vial containing [Unlimited Shard Works] through my private stash of shards, I might never get it back again due to the inexplicable circumstances surrounding my Gamer Powers.
So, I won't try.
Until I can make sure I could, that is.
But Gamer's Body, the update is pretty much making me OP. With double the HP needed for me to die? Even better, I only get annoyed- oh wait.
I selected the (Slightly Annoyed) modifier for Gamer's Body.
There.
Now if I ever reach 0 HP, I'll only get annoyed and proceed to beat the ever loving shit out of someone who dared.
What to do now...
...hmm...
Set a few projects to upgrade weapons and armors, check.
Set a project to upgrade my personal MS Zeta and have it deployed separate from the Warship so it could pick me up instead of having a Recon Theta Craft... check.
And... I'll go into cryo sleep for a year, then check up on Contessa, and then use the World Key I have.
Sounds good.
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I had woken up from a very good cryo sleep and promptly checked if I could upgrade Gamer's Mind, which I did, upon seeing that I can.
The last upgrade, (Absolutely), needed 1x10^30.
I had to wait for a few more months to produce an ungodly amount of vials. During which, I secured Contessa's help.
She, however, decided to use one of the Eternal Cryo pod on my MS Zeta. A ship that is readily waiting for me in slipspace. After four months of upgrading my weapons and armors and trying to improve my biology had allowed me stem the boredom... and finally access the last upgrade to Gamer's Mind.
Now, I have nothing to do again...
Ah.
I remember now, "Cortana."
"Y-yes?"
"I'll be going away again. My signature as a Flirxwy is recorded in the Radar attached to my personal MS Zeta. I will be unmasking myself so I can be traced. After a certain period, I'll mask myself again."
"O-okay, chief- I'll- I'll prepare ev- ev- every- thinnnNNGGH~!" She stuttered as she climaxed.
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Crossover Elder Scrolls
World Key
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I focused my will onto the Key and slowly felt myself get pulled away from Cortana.
