"Are you absolutely sure this is where he went?"

Mason let out a light growl, looking over his shoulder towards Evetta. Her body held a light glow, evidence of her ice sorcery as it kept her from steaming at his touch. "Yes. Questioning me will yield no more results than staying silent. We must not alert our enemy to our presence."

She raised an eyebrow at that, thin and sharp. "If he really is trying to absorb Darius' soul, I doubt he'll be in the condition to even notice us. As powerful as he is, he's no Necro. The manipulation of souls necessary for the ritual needed will not come naturally to him."

That may be their only saving grace. The manipulation of souls is something unlike any other sorcery, as it does not come naturally. It is an unnatural skill, one which the user must constantly fight against to maintain control. A Necro may find it easier, though that was due to the practice they have with it. But a Netherlite Nether Lord? Whatever he is doing, it will not be easy for him. "Perhaps. Regardless, I prefer to err on the side of caution. That, and I would prefer it if you were to cease questioning my work every ten minutes."

Faintly, he felt a slight pressure on his shoulder as she slapped him. "There are more polite ways of saying that Mason."

He hummed, tightening his grip on the reins as Horse jumped over a large soul rock. "There are."

Arms wrapped around his chest, stretching as they tried to connect with one another, before giving up and resting on his pectorals. A head rested on his back. "That boy of yours is a terrible influence on- stop."

He pulled the reins back, stopping Horse as his eyes scanned the large expanse of stone and sand. There was a presence nearby. "Something is here. Evetta, do you believe it's Jack?"

The woman's eyes narrowed, a slight glow emanating from them as she frowned. "I'm not sure. I can certainly sense him, but there's something else. Two somethings to be exact. One reeks of decay, the other of… well I'm not sure."

"And how far is Jack?"

A beat passed as Evetta stared just over the hill in front of them. "Not much further. If we get on top of that hill, we should be able to see him. Or at the very least, see the flowing Nether Energy of the ritual."

Mason grunted, dismounting Horse and landing on the ground with a heavy thud. Turning back to Horse, he offered a hand to Evetta, who took it with a thankful nod.

Brushing off imaginary dirt from her skirt, she gave him a small smile. "Would you like to take the lead?"

Adjusting his helmet, he double checked his weapons, making sure his axe, shield, and falchion were secured on his person. Satisfied with his gear, he gave her a curt nod. "Indeed."

He took point, hand at his back ready to pull out his falchion at a moment's notice. His heavy boots sank into the soul sand slightly, faded whispers coming from them as the sand vainly tried to grab onto them.

Bending his knees, Mason climbed up the side of the hill, gripping onto random bits of stone jutting out from it. The whispering began to grow louder, the sand abandoning its attempts to grab him and instead began to flow forward. Towards something.

He climbed past the crest of the mountain, and saw exactly what it was flowing towards.

There stood Jack, meditating in his Nether Lord form as his core floated outside of his chest, glowing a bloody crimson. Several thick strands of flesh connected the core to his chest, holding it in place. Soul sand crawled onto his body, coalescing into soul stone as it stabbed his body in several places.

And across from him…

"…No."

Darius was suspended in the air by several soul stone pillar spikes piercing his body, soul sand spreading slowly across his chest as it hardened. Red energy flared angrily around him, pushing against Jack's attempts to pull it towards him. They looked to be at a standstill, though the spreading soul sand and stone seemed to be weakening Darius, the red energy surrounding him slowly being pulled away.

Mason's arm tensed, getting ready to push himself off the top of the hill and save the boy.

"Mason, wait."

A hand grabbed his shoulder, holding him back with a surprising amount of strength. Evetta stared at him, a stern expression on her face as she slowly and calmly began to talk. "Look past them for a moment. What do you see?"

He suppressed a growl, yanking his arm back and taking a moment to do as she asked. Looking past the immediate sight before him, a difficult task in this circumstance, he watched as the beginnings of a storm could be seen beyond the horizon.

His fist tightened. "The Wither Storm is approaching."

Evetta nodded grimly, biting her lip as she watched the storm approach. "It looks to be making a beeline straight here. I don't know why, but we'll have to be quick. It'll be here soon, so we've got to make every second count. No wasted movements, no wasted time."

Taking a deep breath in, Mason calmed himself. He reached back, gripping the handle to his falchion and pulling it from its sheath. Rearing his arm back, he pushed as much energy into the blade as he could, deep red flames bursting along the blade.

And then he threw the blade.

The sword spun, resembling a wheel of pure flame as it curved towards Jack. It cut through several strands of flesh, burning and cauterizing the wounds as it stabbed into the Nether Lord's core.

Fire and energy burst outwards, kicking up sand and shattering stone as Jack was launched back alongside his damaged core. The stone pillars keeping Darius up crumbled, dropping the boy on the ground where he lay, unmoving.

Mason jumped over the hill, slamming his boots into the sand as he slid down it. Coming to the bottom, he sprinted towards the boy's body, sliding to his knees as he rolled him onto his back and checked his wounds.

They were… bad. The soul sand had found the weakest points of his armor and pierced it when it coalesced into stone. Any further and it would have gotten to the boy's helmet and broke through the glass. Even as it is now, he was in no condition to get up, much less fight his way out.

"H-How dare you."

Jack was crouching, holding his core to his chest as his body slowly tried to wrap itself around it. The core was visibly damaged, cracks running all along the surface with crimson energy sparking from it. Despite his grievous injuries, he held his claws out and spread his wings.

"Mason!"

Evetta landed at his side, a saber and dagger made of ice in her hands as she prepared to fight. That would not do. Stepping forward, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "He is weakened, but only for the moment. If he is to die, it will have to be here. However, The Wither Storm is fast approaching. Should we be unable to defeat Jack before it arrives, we will be trapped in the storm, and our souls absorbed. Only one of us needs to kill Jack, or at the very least stall enough for The Wither Storm to catch him."

Her head turned towards him, eyes narrowed in a sharp glare. "I see what you are suggesting. However, seeing as it is a ridiculous idea, I will elect to ignore it. Summon Horse to get Darius out of here while we kill this beast and get out of here before The Wither Storm arrives."

He was ready to argue, but the sound of Jack getting to his clawed feet forced him to reconsider. "…Fine."

Lifting his hand to his lips, Mason let out a sharp whistle, summoning Horse to his side. He bent down, grabbing the boy by the back of his armor and tossing him atop Horse. "Get out of here, and don't let the boy fall."

The skeletal stallion neighed, turning around and galloping off away from them. Good.

The air around them grew tense, and Mason quickly grabbed his shield from his back and held it up, blocking the weakened laser shot his way by Jack. His feet dug into the sand as the attack pushed him back.

Jack's wings flickered, the glowing energy unable to maintain itself for long. Growling, he got down on all fours, still holding his core close to his chest.

He roared, and his wings began to glow once more.

"What do I need to do?"

The stone chamber felt oppressive, the statues leering at him almost mockingly so. The tainted mud continued to flow, feeding the statues as The System broke the silence.

When we first separated, you were a blank slate. A token personality within an empty shell. Since then, you have filled that shell. Whether it be with memories, hopes, desires, or even emotions. But you are still Shattered.

I gently placed a hand against the large obelisk in the center of the room, remembering the description it had bore. "I'm not seeing the point here System."

I have been preparing for this for just about half a year. Indulge me.

"…Fine."

Fabulous. Now then:

You are still Shattered. It is only natural, since our separation took away from the being we once were. However, we have been separated for too long. Our souls, our very essence, have begun to heal.

My hand clenched as I stared at Finis Atrium, watching the blood drip down and taint the mud. The System's implications rang in my mind. "We're our own individuals, rather than the pieces of one trying to fill in."

Indeed. Of course, I had tried to find a way to push us back together. Such as The System I implemented, which should have slowly returned your-our power as one and activate them properly. Unfortunately, I did not account for a very important variable. Something that's bleeding over from your end onto mine.

I ran my finger along Finis Atrium's blade, frowning as I cut my finger on the sharp edge. Pulling my hand away, I stared at the wound, watching as blood dripped onto the floor. "My humanity, I'm assuming."

Stellar observation. Your humanity is indeed what has been troubling me, us. We are an Aspect of Destruction, created by The Glorious Manifestation of Destruction in Its image. We should have long since surpassed whatever the mortal realms could create. However, our separation mixed with the meaningless distractions that you've begun to care for are weakening us.

My eyes narrowed as I dug my nails into the palm of my hand. "Rephrase that."

My apologies. Your family is weakening us. We Aspects of Destruction self-actualize to a very limited degree. However, it's enough to slow down our power growth to the point where a situation like this has happened. Where we've both grown too used to being separated, so now we can no longer recombine without losing something we've gained.

Crouching down, I stared at the tainted mud as it defied gravity and moved upwards towards the statues. "Why not just add it all together?"

There is a good chance that would lead to us imploding as the cognitive dissonance destabilized our form during the process. Besides, even if it worked, you would only be delaying the inevitable. The stronger you become, the more your humanity will falter as our power overshadows it. Eventually, you will ascend past the physical plane.

So, this was a lose-lose situation? That… no, there had to be something I could do. Something that could change the outcome of this shitty decision. "You still haven't explained what I'm going to do."

Ah, well that is simple. You must simply destroy all three statues, and then pull Finis Atrium from the center obelisk. Simply kick them down, and you should be fine.

The symbolism here was obvious. Destroy what I had become, in order to make room for what I could be. And yet, something about the whole thing bugged me, even as I lifted my leg up and kicked The Avenger statue down.

The statue crashed into the floor, shattering as the stone melted into a mud and began to drip into the already flowing mud. The obelisk flashed with a navy glow, before returning to its dull brown color. The only thing left of the statue was Master and Pupil, who's natural shine persisted even in this place.

I picked up the blades, looking them up and down as I admired their craftsmanship. Despite the heavy modifications I had made to them, you could still see the slight unique quirks in design. The differences between Mason's smithing and my own that gave each of them their own personality.

Placing them on my waist, I slowly walked over to The Leader statue. My hands rested upon the cloth and fur coat. It was soft, and warm. Just like home. A gentle shove was all I needed to topple this one, the statue melting down into mud and the obelisk glowing navy, only this time it didn't fade. The only thing left from the statue was the coat, laid upon the ground as if it had been softly placed there.

Grabbing it by the collar, I shrugged it on and let out a small sigh. I wasn't as familiar with sewing and clothes crafting in general, that was always Emery's thing, but the memories it brought to me were worth far more than I needed them to be right now.

The final statue, The Protector, stood tall and proud, even as I aligned my shoulder with the back of it and pushed forward. The statue crashed against the floor, collapsing and leaving behind only the absorption blade as the rest of it melted away. The statue began to shoot out a beam of energy upwards, piercing the brown sky.

Heaving the blade upwards, I sheathed it upon my back and walked towards the center obelisk. Its deep glow hummed ominously, demanding I come forward and finish the ritual forced upon me. Finis Atrium stood out like a sore thumb, the bleeding weapon tainting the rest of the obelisk.

My hand shook as it squeezed around the leather grip of the blade. My knuckles were white, the tension in my hand building with each passing second. And yet, I couldn't pull it out. My arm… it refused to move.

"God damn it!"

I leaned against the obelisk and stared up into the sky.

My breath caught.

Right around the beam, I could see a beautiful starry night. The tiny little lights in the sky somehow relaxing the stress from my shoulders. There was a moon staring down at me, bathing the world in its pale light.

I tore my gaze away from it, resting my head against the obelisk and growling to myself. Why was it so damn hard to pull out a stupid sword!? Just a quick yank and it was over! Think of Emery! I'd be saving her! Just because I'm afraid of a little power doesn't mean I shouldn't take it! So why?! Why can't I just end this?!

"Don't leave me to die without you."

Her words left my lips unbidden, and yet the meaning struck true. If I did this, I'd lose something. A piece of what I am. Probably a large piece. It's to be replaced with… something else. Would I even be me? The answer was obvious. I'd be someone else, something else. In a sense, I'd be dead. Changed and warped into something completely different.

I didn't want to die. Not like this. Alone, far away from anything I could call home. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.

My hand clenched around the grip and pushed the blade forward.

User?! What are you doing?!

The ground rumbled beneath me, the beam of energy the obelisk shot out wavering as Finis Atrium was forced deeper inside it. The stone began to bleed profusely, the crimson liquid gushing from the wound.

And I grinned. "Who am I to say?"

Now is no time for jokes! Do you even know what the consequences of this will be?!

My grin didn't falter, even as I took a step back and reached towards my shoulders. Gripping the absorption blade tightly, I held it in my hands and raised it above my head. "I may not know where I'm going, but I do know where I've been."

And I swung down.

The blade cut into the obelisk, sending me flying as a burst of energy exploded outwards. My back hit the wall, random bits of junk digging into my spine as I slid down the wall.

Song lyrics are not an appropriate answer User!

My satisfaction hit a new high as the shrine began to fall apart, pillars and other bits of stone falling into the ground as the floor began to cave in. "And here I thought they were fitting."

Why are you doing this?

My grin died as I stood up, grabbing Master and Pupil. "I've never really known what I was, who I was. I've just kind of lived every day and faced the challenges they brought. Sometimes I'd beat them, other times I'd fail, and every once in a while, I'd just end up confused and alive."

The walls around me crumbled, armor and weapons falling onto the floor as the earth beneath my feet shook. "Somewhere along the line, my life stopped meaning something to me. I mean, what kind of lunatic willingly goes into what may as well be literal hell for someone?"

I looked up, watching as the moon began to fade away, replaced by a dull brown sky. "I guess with that kind of mindset, just about every battle I go into is one where I have everything to gain, and almost nothing to lose. And when I did lose something, all it did was reinforce the belief that it wouldn't matter if I died. Cause there'd be less to lose."

My grip on my blades tightened. "But then the whole Noble Knighting Tournament fiasco happened, and suddenly I had a lot to lose. The things around me suddenly shot up in value, and I was terrified to lose them. Which made them more valuable than me."

Letting out a deep breath, I widened my stance and spread my feet, letting my blades hang at my sides. "So, I started to just… be something. Anything really, as long as I could keep the things I cared for away from harm.

The muscles in my arms tensed as I lifted them up, holding my blades to the side. "Ironically, that was when I ended up failing the most. I mean, come on, Emery's been in harm's way like three or four times by now. And she lives with me! I'm literally with her for most of my day!"

The ground shook once more, though I stood firm. My brow furrowed, lips twisting downward. "And then the whole obelisk thing happened, and suddenly everything just kind of clicked for me. I've always focused on my shortcomings, the things that I could never quite get right. I wallowed, and instead pushed myself past what I believed to be my natural failings. My limitations as a person."

I began to pull at the void within myself, desperately trying to summon my magic to me. "I feel almost silly looking back at it. I mean, I've done my fair share of badass things. Survived an attack against Darian, tricked Daria into submission, beat literal superhumans with my unfair powers and frankly genius creations, became a Noble Lord and got my own badass castle, and my crowning achievement, putting a ring on the sexy big tiddy Forestkin that stole my heart and plowing a baby into her, because nothing screams badass more than literally making your own MILF!"

Something bubbled at the surface, its unfamiliar power filling out just below the surface. "I've done a lot, gained a lot, and am worth way more than I give myself credit for! And despite all the jumbled rambling it took to get to this point, I'm terrified of losing all of that!"

A snarl escaped my lips, hands shaking as the power boiling inside me refused to come out. "I've never been so mother fucking horrified at the idea of dying, of disappointing everyone I left behind! Hell, I even miss Rana and Daria! And yet just when I finally figured this all out, I hit my peak! I hit the point where my strength just isn't enough, and now I'm just ranting in a panic!"

The ground beneath me cracked, mud gushing from it as the island began to sink into The Lake of Mud. I tugged as hard as I could, using every ounce of anger and sheer desperation I had to try and get a hold of my power.

But… I-I couldn't.

"…Even now. E-Even now, I'm enslaved to my own failings. Even after all of that, after finally piecing myself together, I can't break past my limits."

My voice was but a whisper, low and quiet as whatever strength that had bubbles within me faded. I felt cold, empty as I collapsed to my knees and began to sink alongside the island.

Alone.

Not quite.

The sinking stopped, the flow of mud slowing down dramatically. My mouth gaped slightly, trying to formulate words before I finally managed to spit them out. "Wh-What? Why?"

While you were giving your speech about how the power of love and a positive mental attitude would save the day, I was trying to figure out a way to get us out of this mess.

The startlingly familiar snark shook me out of my confusion, and I quickly got back to my feet. "A-And I'm assuming that you've figured something out?"

About so. While I initially focused on how your humanity weakened your ability to grow stronger at a decent rate, I completely neglected how emotions can influence the soul. A miscalculation on my part, I'll admit.

"A fucking huge miscalculation, like holy shit. How do you miss that?!"

I do not feel emotions at the same intensity a human might, so I discredited their strength.

"Fair enough, I guess. So, what do we need to do?"

Well, despite what the general media might claim, the power of love is rather inconsequential. Same goes for hatred and most other emotions. They may be able to provide a small boost in overall power, but nothing significant enough to matter here.

The island dropped suddenly, throwing me off balance before it stopped sinking once more. "Wanna hurry it up there?! Something tells me you can't keep this up all day!"

My apologies. The emotion we need is desperation, which will lead to determination. I suspect this is why you were almost successful in summoning our power.

I steadied myself, tensing my legs as the island continued to shake. "Got it! Listen to Undertale next time! So, what will you be doing?"

I will be working alongside you. While you use your incredible desperation to brute force it, I will be assisting in handling that power, as I always have.

"Ignoring the whole incredible desperation thing, how will we know we did it?"

This is where things get tricky. Because of the precarious situation we are in, we will need to use all of our power at once, for just a single moment. Any longer, and we risk destabilizing our existence. Are you ready?

Destabilizing our existence? Pushing that aside, I tightened my hold on my blades and glared forward at the obelisk. "Ready. Time to get desperate."

It wasn't hard to get a hold of the desperation I had previously, especially when considering that I was scarily close to dying at any second. Now all I needed to do was get more desperate. Somehow.

Okay, if I don't do this, I'll never see my friends and family again! I need to do this! This is my only shot at saving Emery! Come on! I need this!

Nothing is happening!

"I-I'm trying!"

Okay! My unborn child will literally die if I don't do this! It'll never experience life and everything it has to offer! I'll never be able to actually get married to Em! If I die, I'll be forcing Rana and Evanora to make the decision between convincing Emery to get an abortion or just watching her slowly degrade!

Another drop, the dirt and stone beneath me cracking under the pressure.

Whatever it is you're doing, it's not working!

Damn it, damn it, damn it! I'm a failure! I'll never be able to really maintain my own happiness because no matter what I do conflict always seems to get in my way! I'm destined to go from one battle to another for the rest of my life!

The mud began to rise rapidly, reaching my shin as the viscous liquid virtually held me in place.

"It isn't working!"

It seems you are unable to force such a visceral emotion like that. We'll have to go about this slightly differently.

"The hell do you- "

A black scarf with a navy trimming floated down in front of me.

I holstered my weapons immediately, reaching for the scarf and grasping it tightly. The soft fabric caressed my hands as I held it, bringing it close to my face. My eyes zeroed in on the ends of the scarf, two names sewn into them.

Darius. Emery.

And something pushed forward.

That will have to do. Now, remember what I said about cognitive dissonance?

I did, though I don't know what-

And then it hit me – And then it hit us.

My brain hurt – Soul wept – and it felt like a hundred needles were shoved into it – Pain. The mud was cold – So very warm – as it lapped at my knees – We must go deeper.

Winds kicked up – They were cold – and they tore down what stone they could – Protect the shrine. It all meant nothing – It all meant everything. I just needed to – I don't need to – remember – Forget.

My hand clenched - Don't hold on too tightly – around the scarf as I stared at it – Look away. Colors, there were colors – Unwanted colors. It tingled the back of my mind – So loud.

My goal – My purpose – my need – My desire – to protect – To destroy – what I love – What holds me back – what drives me forward – What awaits at the end.

Pupil – Avenger – Friend – Leader – Master – Protector – so many things – Too many things – too much to keep track of – Too much to hold onto. But I can't forget – Why can't I forget? – because – Because? – I am – We are –

"Unbound."

Red flared around us, flailing around uncontrollably. The mud around our legs began to push away, leaving a dry circle around us. Master and Pupil burst into ice and fire respectively, swirling around our form as power poured into it.

Unsatisfactory.

Our eyes narrowed, twisting the aura of destruction around us and reshaping it. Controlling it. The red tendrils whirled and flattened against us, cooling down as its wild immaturity was tempered by our guiding hand.

The red faded into navy, sticking to our form and hugging it tightly. Were we not above such mundane pleasures, we would have enjoyed it immensely.

Rearing our arms back, we took aim and launched Master and Pupil towards the obelisk.

The blades hit their mark, cutting deep within the damaged obelisk. Fire and ice flared, twisting together beautifully as opposing forces met as one. The impossible taking shape.

And then it all went white.

Bumpy. I was on a bumpy ride. My eyes cracked open, my vision blurry as it began to focus. Bone. There were bones in my face. Why? Whatever. Imma take another nap.

And then it clicked.

I was on Horse, riding to… well I have no idea. Pulling my head up, gasping as pain shot through my body. Looking to my sides, my eyes widened as I saw blood leaking from several deep holes in my body. My armor sparked occasionally, damaged to the point where my auto-stim system had stopped working.

That wasn't good. I placed my hand on my stomach, focusing on Reinforcement as I tried to stem the bleeding.

Skills and Inventory are unavailable as The System has been forced into a surprise update.

Time left: fifteen minutes.

Displaying User Status:

Darius Artifice

Title: None

Race: Aspect of Destruction

Influence: ERROR

Age: 24

Health: 5/20

ERROR: ERROR

Levels: ERROR

Experience: ERROR

Well… shit.

I reached forward, gripping the reins on Horse and tugging on them. He came to a full stop, looking back towards me and neighing. "Good to see – oh that stings – you too buddy. Now then, where is Mason and Evetta?"

He neighed again, tilting his head to the side as he looked over my shoulder. Holding in a wince, I forced myself to turn around and-

"Mother's nonexistent ass."

It was like a giant tornado, kicking up soul sand and moving forward at an alarming pace. It held an ominous power, something that unsettled my very being. But it was familiar.

Almost like Ainzool.

"Turn around Horse. We're going –Fuck! – toward the big scary storm."

He looked hesitant, staying in one spot rather than following my order. Sucking in a deep breath in, I ignored the sharp pain that followed and instead tried to focus on speaking without any pain filled stutters. "If Mason is there, he could be in danger. D-Do you want to leave him like that?"

His neck straightened, a confident neigh escaping his nonexistent lips. Turning around, Horse began to gallop towards the storm, agitating my wounds as he did so.

"This is gonna be a long ass ride, holy fuck!"

To be honest, I'm a bit unsure about the monologue in the center. On the one hand, it was a panic and stress induced monologue conjured as Darius came to terms with the fact that his life could end in the next few moments and that all he'd ever built and had would be torn away from him. On the other, I'm not sure if it was too much or not. Either way, you'll have to tell me.

Onto our review of the Chapter:
"This gave off some really cool/weird vibes if you get what I mean. It was written spectaculary, and you portrayed Rana's sadness really well. Darius meeting his 'System' was also quite interesting, and him being forced to become something greater than he is and fundamentally change something about himself is a really big difference to most Gamer fics where the MC just accepts new powers and race changes easily."

Yeah, it's always a little weird how most other MC's get the opportunity to change race, and are like "You only live once lmao" and just accept it without much thought. Though that's probably because of an issue that most gamer fics have, and that's that most of the characters feel more like NPCs than characters. And not just any NPCs, Bethesda NPCs.
If I had to guess why, I'd say it's because of the way most system's handle other characters other than the MC. They usually have a very elaborate and detailed status, and their relationship with you can be reduced to a number. Which is shit. Relationships are complex and can waver dramatically, so representing them with a number is just disingenuous. It also leads to a sense of detachment for both the reader and the MC, as people become a lot more simplistic and easier to manage. Very much like actual NPCs.

That's one of the main reasons I'm very sparse with details and don't have a screen which details a character's relationship with Darius in numerical form. It takes away from the human aspect of it. Especially since this is a character driven narrative, which puts focus on said characters and their actions, meaning that they need to feel like actual people rather than a checklist of things to get to 100%.

Normally this is where I'd say later and end with a one liner after my name, but I do have an announcement. A good one.

With the end of the first part of ACH coming to a close, we won't be seeing from these characters in a while. But do you still want to hang out with these merry lads and lasses a bit longer? Do you want to see them in a wacky harem anime parody where I stop giving a shit and just indulge the wackiness and lewds? Then you will enjoy my latest story which came out this past Sunday, called Harem Thief: Snake in the Garden!

Darius wakes up in the world of Minecraft, but it's a lot different than we know it as. Join him as he joins the illustrious Spudnik Academy, meeting cute girls, sexy bombshells, and an abundance of weeb culture (Blame Daria), as he tries to make sense of the world he finds himself in. But not all is peaceful in Spudnik Academy. Ben Dover seems to be the average harem anime protagonist: clumsy, dumb, and completely average looking. However, a sinister secret lurk just beneath the surface, as Darius accidentally uncovers Ben's malicious goals. Now it's up to him to save the girls who Ben have tricked into loving him. And how does he do this? Well, by stealing them himself of course!

It's a much more lighthearted story than ACH, and takes a lot from shitty anime/Visual Novels. Of course, with my own personal touch added that should spice things up. It's a plot with porn story, and that means that those of you who thought "ACH is cool and all, but some tiddies would make it better" are in luck. If you're interested in reading it, the first chapter is up right now on my profile. I hope to see you there.

This has been A Decent Hoonter, and I wrote this chapter while listening to some 80's pop songs.