ACH: Side Story

Canon to Main ACH Timeline: No

Genocide Run

Chapter 1: The British Are Coming

I had woken up a naïve young man this day. Full of hope and wonder, ready to face the trials of life with open arms and a smirk. My life had yet to truly begin, and I was untainted by the knowledge of this world. Unsullied by this world's disgusting people, and unspoiled to the future and how wonderful it could be. Life was wonderful, for those brief moments before the world ripped it away from me and shattered reality.

It had started off innocently enough, waking up in a really itchy bed and learning that I had semi-gamer powers. I was excited, who wouldn't be? I had the world in my hands, and was ready to take it on. And then a woman came over, closing the door behind her, and began to speak.

ERROR! TRANSLATION SYSTEM IS MALFUNCTIONING!

PROCEEDING TO TRANSLATE ANYWAY!

"Oh my lanta'! Ya er just wearin' yer britches!"

The woman's accent was obnoxiously southern, almost like a regular person trying to put on a voice. It was evil in its purest form, the devil himself in the form of a sound. Something within me snapped, and I had soon blacked out.

When I had awoken, I was covered in blood and fried chicken. The only thing that helped me understand what was going on was a single message from the system.

Congratulations! For committing a genocide against a people for no reason other than your complete disgust against them, you have gained a perk!

Xenophobia

You'll make China proud! When committing Genocide against a race, you gain 3X the Experience!

It was a shameful sounding title, but it made sense in context. I had to do it, there was no other option for such a disgusting sounding people. I couldn't allow them to continue on, much less breed. It was a mercy, and I've done this world just a little bit of good.

But that begs the question, what if there are more of them out there? What should I do about it? The answer to that last question was obvious. I needed to get rid of any more mouth breathers and cleanse this earth of their unclean taint. I'm basically this planet's OxiClean.

But wait, there's more.

…

It's been four or five months since I've come to this place. And boy oh boy, has it been a blast! I'll admit, the first few weeks were harrowing. I had no idea what I was doing, there were monsters everywhere, and there were even more people! Maddening I tell ya, absolutely maddening! But I got some cool perks out of it, so it's not all that bad.

Murder Boner

You're in love with killing and inflicting pain on others. Whenever you cause pain, your stats double for five minutes. This stacks.

The Ripper

Your fearsome aura is nothing to laugh at. You intimidate anyone who crosses your path, and those who find comfort in your presence are corrupted over time.

Pretty great, right? Thankfully, I managed to get to a brand new place, with even newer people! Who knows, maybe I'll even like these meaty boys! And girls, I don't want to be sexist or anything.

I walked up to a gate, waving to the femboys at guarding it. "Heya there fellas, would you mind if I moseyed on down there and stayed at your wonderful village?"

They eyed one another, making strange hand gestures in some form of hand communication or whatever. Every now and again they'd stare at me for a moment, before quickly looking away and shifting in place. I was starting to get impatient, but thankfully they must've realized how rude they were being and just nodded.

The gate opened, and I made my way inside the wonderful little town. Straightening out my worn peasant clothes, my eyes wondered as I walked through the town. Femboys and very attractive women walked around me, giving me a wide berth as they eyed my slightly bloody form. How rude of me, I was still dirty! Oh dear, I better get a change of clothes and take a bath. Thankfully, I should still have some of those silvet things in my inventory.

Buildings passed as my gaze searched for a specific one, and I grinned once I found it. The structure was a nice little tavern, with people drunkenly laughing around the front of it. Yes, a tavern should be perfect! Get a room, get some grub, and maybe even get a bath! Fabulous!

Pushing the door open, I whistled slightly as I beheld the sight before me. There was drinking, laughing, flirting, and just such a vibrant amount of life flourishing inside this tiny little tavern. Oh yes indeed, this was a great idea!

Walking over to the bar, I slammed a few coins on the counter and smiled at the bartender. "Would you kindly give me a room?"

He stared at me, his and twitching for something under the counter before gulping and deciding against it. "S-Sure thing friend. Let's quit faffing about and get to it, yeah?"

The man whispered something about a "barmy", but by that point I had stopped paying attention. His accent was just… it was just…

So horrendously bad.

It sounded fake, like he was trying to put on a voice. My ears itched as I heard it, my eardrums trembling as the sound passed through them. It made my brain wriggle in disgust, and I couldn't help but frown at the faker. "…Yeah. Sure thing, friend."

It nodded, clasping its hands together and looking towards a staircase. "Right. Your room is at the end of the hall, all the way in the back. You look as if your full of beans, so if you want to have a quick shag with a barmaid your free to do so."

The words were vomit for my ears, but I endured. I didn't want to start cleaning up just yet. After all, a good cleansing was a planned one. Instead, I simply jerked my head and followed his directions up the stairs.

My head thumped with ever step. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't escape the sudden bloodlust I had found myself in. These people had accents that were so fake in their attempts to be British that even a Frenchman would be disappointed. And I? Well, I was absolutely murderous. Everywhere I go, these damned fake accents keep torturing me! Why does this world hate itself so much that it would allow such a thing to come into being! Mary Poppins era Dick Van Dyke would be a better alternative!

"Thanks for the time, slut."

Another dumbshit accent stole my attention, as another femboy with a small scar on his jaw bumped into me. He scowled, glaring up at me. "Get out of the way arsehole!"

I let him brush past me, memorizing his face. He was definitely going to be my first target. Not only did he have a shitty accent, but he was also a dick. That's a double whammy right there ladies and gentlemen.

My ears picked up another sound, a quiet sobbing coming from the room the femboy just exited from. Curiosity picked at me, and I opened the door the sound was coming from. In the room was a young woman, with shoulder length brown hair and a strange lock of hair just standing atop her head. Her barmaid's uniform was ripped up, revealing her fairly curvaceous form. Watery cum covered her back lightly, staining an otherwise beautiful view.

Her honey brown eyes flickered to me, widening and tearing up even more. She tried to cover herself, shrinking into a ball as she begged. "P-Please, I can't take anymore! Just leave me alone! I can't… I-I just can't…"

Somehow, her accent was… normal. It was still British unfortunately, but it was a tolerable British. Almost enjoyable really. How strange. I've never met a person whose accent didn't make me want to rend flesh from bone. And yet here she was, the most tolerable person I've met, and she's forced to be raped for… profit? She clearly doesn't want it, and yet here she is.

This feeling… it was more than just disgust, or anger. Something about her whole situation made me viscerally livid, more so than any accent ever has. My hand twitched, and she flinched violently.

This town was going to burn.

Summoning a blanket from my inventory, I took a few slow steps towards her. The woman's eyes were shut tight, and she shivered from some imaginary cold. I knelt down, wrapping the blanket around her and using the end of it to wipe her back off. Right, I'd best be going then. I've got some murderizing to do.

I went to stand up, but a pair of small, feminine hands stopped me from leaving. Looking down, I noticed the woman's hands gripping my shirt as she cried something fierce. This was… weird. Did rape victims usually cling to the nearest guy they saw? Besides, I don't think anyone has ever really wanted to stay with me before. Usually it's just "Oh Gods no" or something equally rude.

Quick Darius, think of something. "Er, there there pretty lady. Do not feel sad, because that is… bad? Screw it, have a cool knife."

I summoned a knife from my inventory, handing it to her handle first. She stared at it, confused and mildly scared at the prospect. Still, she took the knife from me hesitantly. The shine of the blade must have mesmerized her, as she stared intently at it with an almost fascinated look. Aw, it must be her first murder weapon. How precious.

Before I knew what was happening, my hand was on her head, softly patting her as she stared at the knife. She stiffened for a moment, before slowly relaxing and her sniffling began to stop. Shit, what do I do now? Am I supposed to introduce myself or something? "Right. Um, my name is Darius. It's… nice to meet you? Wait a minute, that wasn't supposed to be a question."

A ghost of a smile graced her lips, and she leaned deeper into my touch. Was I... charming? Ah, of course I am! I mean, why wouldn't I be!

"My name's Emery."

Something about that made my brain itch something fierce. Had I heard that name before? Maybe during one of my journeys. One of my… one of my…

That's so weird. I can't seem to remember anything.

For meeting someone you can actually tolerate, you have revealed a perk!

In Another Lifetime

?

How strange indeed.

…

So, I didn't mean to actually get this one out today. It was supposed to be for Wednesday, but the idea of it really got to me and I ended it up finishing it today. Good for me.

If you can't tell, something is most definitely wrong with this incarnation of Darius and his system. Not only that, but because he's late to getting to Halor, Emery was already forced to submit to prostitution, despite how much she hates it. She never met this Darius until now, and as such was never able to grow out of her shyness and is a bit of a pushover. She also never had any other options other than accepting the prostitution part of her job, since it is her only source of income. Worst timeline so far, huh?

Onto our review of the chapter:

"This chapter's grammar really isn't up to par. I wonder why..."

Typing with one hand is hard man.

This has been A Decent Hoonter, and hot diggtiy dog was this a weird one.