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Flashback:

Lukas Walsh was a thirteen year old boy who only just got into video games after his cousin showed him a hack the rest of the dregs of society installed on their computers: emulators.

In America it was still illegal to download for free these emulators so it was a good thing he showed Lukas to do it in Canada. He helped him download Cardfight Vanguard EX and Dark Souls 3 for the 8 GB PS4 emulator.

Although he had lots of free time to give the games a whirl he only played a half hour of them a day and only because his sister liked to watch one of an infinite amount of those shows where people dressed like balloons in car dealership would dance and laugh on an auditorium.

In deciding which game to play he rolled a dice.

It was odds; Dark Souls

Fifteen minutes after starting it, he learned why his cousin called his character "cursed".

Eventually school started again. He was just sitting in his class looking ahead—couldn't sit for five minutes without the idiom of his stern yet funny teacher Mr. Italy changing the subject of his class.

He was sixty—emotional.

Class was going at a tedious, unblossomed pace when Lukas's former best friend in class Nolan Legacy turned around and gave him the hand signal of two extended fingers on the left hand and three on the right hand: that means fun new things to talk about.

Mr. Italy despite seeing didn't scold them about it. Talking or texting during class warranted a half demented raspy lecture, but sticking more than the one finger was okay.

After the bell rang, Nolan stood standing still until Lukas made it up to him. Without any warning, he put his shoulder around his neck and pulled him in to tittle-tattle what was so important.

"There's this new VMMORPG game out and it's—" his eyes flitted across the room to make sure no one else was listening.

And then—"awesome."

Lukas just brushed him off, patronizingly patted his head, and took off to his next class.

"What's your deal, man?"

He stopped, turned, a little miffed expression on his face.

"I only make twenty dollars a month and the system alone is thirteen hundred dollars. Not to mention online games last five years at most, so I would only have three weeks to have fun on it."

Lukas left like an actor playing the part of a young boy saying no to drugs. But then, Nolan said something that got his attention.

"You can play right after school if you can scrub germs off my brothers' chair. He won't be on it—he's at my dads."

Lukas knew something was up about that; anything too good to be true really was. His voice dried icily.

"What do you have to gain from telling me this?"

Nolan acted offended.

"Can't a friend just do something for his best buddy?"

Lukas gave Nolan the same sour expression and crossed arms his mother gives his daddy when she suspects he's had more than two alcoholic drinks a week.

She'd say: "It's not the alcohol consumption that will kill you—it's the divorce settlement that will."

Nolan eventually gave in.

"Fine, I overheard your sister in the hall telling her friend you spend an unhealthy amount of time in your room playing a five decade old video game on an emulator."

"Half an hour a day isn't that unhealthy. I spend four times that time studying a day."

"She's just a disrespectful sister, all younger ones are. Anyway, want to swap our technologies?"

Before Lukas could give him an answer, Mr. Italy strode inside. He, peeved, gave them a lecture, "What are you boys still doing here? Classes start in less than two minutes."

He took a sip from his coffee mug, the only reason he left the classroom at all. Once again, Lukas power walked away leaving Nolan behind.

Fast forward he had Trigonometry, Cooking, and calisthenics before he finally got to leave for the school bus. School bus's were white with red reflectors all over them so they could be seen, blinding for most people to look at but cars today can drive automatically. They had automatic stop signs on its left and right blind spots and headlights that could turn on automatically.

The seats were black vinyl, sweltering hot, and inside were enough hidden compartments to fit several hundred IPhones inside.

Lukas was just sitting, spacing out a little, and hoping today he could just think about what school he would enroll in when Nolan eagerly sat next to him.

He looked at his "friend" with a furrowed brow.

"I'm not waking out with you just so you can convince me how 'awesome' this new YMMORPG is. I'm sure it's great and all, but it's not for me."

Nolan looked at him all smarmy and insistent.

"Who said you would be going to my house?"

Lukas blubber his eyebrows looking more like a mob character now.

"I'll go to your house and show you this amazing game."

Now Lukas was making a dumbfounded face out of a Picasso art collection.

"I thought you needed the whole system to play one game?"

Smarmy and making a crackily sound in his mouth, Nolan explained to him, "You always were astute but have no imagination. Yes, you can't play the game without the whole system; that's why you got to see it with some VR goggles."

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Lukas returned to his street, Nolan trailing behind his back. His grumpy neighbor Mrs. Okuma was outside in a yoga pose digging a hole for her plants. As much of a shrew as she was, if Lukas knew this was going to be the last time he would see her...he would've said "hello".

He soon knocked and his sister opened the door, a big smile when she saw Nolan.

"Mom and Dad are going to kill you." she sang.

"No, they won't. He's just here to 'show' me."

Lukas immediately slacked his jaw when he said "show", but she was too young to get the innuendo.

After sliding through his bratty sister's arm, he walced through his parents' threshold with a multitude of rooms until he was sitting in his bedroom...still wearing his clothes since Nolan was there rummaging through his backpack until he had a metallic tiara with corroded black lens.

"You just bring that with you to school?" Lukas asked.

"Why not? Everyone else brings portable computers, mine just let's me glimpse into the game I love."

Lukas was unamused with his love of a virtual world. "Before we begin, should I make you something?"

Nolan slid next to him on the bed, eyes leering into his as he whispered "No" before putting the headset on.

Lukas was in YGGDRASIL. He was just an Avatar he couldn't even see but his now furry paws told him he was some kind of animal-man; and he had some pretty sharp claws.

Before him was a big tree with golden leaves with a giant chasm circled around it—and that was the tree of YGGDRASIL.

Standing next to him, a big green goblin. Upon first meeting this goblin—one he would eventually keep abreast of his plans and trust with his life—he wasn't impressed with how he was designed. It didn't help that he was pretty much as limited in movement as an NPC like him.

In just an hour the experience changed from feeling like he was watching paint dry to something astounding, mostly because a dragon flew over his head. In all the games he's played where a dragon flies over him, that was the most hair raising.

After only a single minute, a group of party members stepped into view. Four adventurers, knights and mages; male knights and one female mage.

One knight was big, wearing onyx armor, had red eyes, downward cow horns, and an axe. Another axe-wielder in their party but looked more like a barbarian wearing a fur pelt and lion hair. The female was dressed with red armor with a pointy hat, and red lipped. The last was a very skinny male wearing silver armor with a scimitar in his right hand. They looked like the heroes if this wasn't a game where people pretended to be a "hero" to hide their own lack of manners.

They noticed him as well, but they shared no greetings with him. They seemed to be schemer's.

"Maybe we can have some practice with him." the fur haired one said as a smiley face emoji popped up in front of him.

"Maybe." the knight said, an emoji of a confused face popping up. "But he looks human, and I don't have the time to waste. Let's just finish the final boss so we can raid those losers' tomb."

War was a prelude to a battle and an aftermath of one—Lukas heard it in Wisecrack Rick and Morty Season 5 episode 1.

Although he wanted a closer look, he couldn't follow them, didn't mean he couldn't hear inhuman shrieking noises in there. Lukas would later learn that noise came from Ratatoskr...his archenemy.

The four of them eventually stepped out waving their arms victoriously.

"I may have guzzled down a keg worth of healing potions, but we finally beat this game...it was worth it." The brown knight cheered; smiley face emoji appeared.

"I say it's because I was given the time to cast ninth tier magic against it," the mage said with a smiley face emoji.

"It's getting late," the silver knight mentioned; a shocked emoji appearing next to him. "Should we wait until tomorrow to attack those nerds?"

"No," the brown knight said. "Let's train up at least a few more levels then get them near the end of the year."

The rest of the party nodded their heads before dispersing into pixels. Lukas was alone with this knight, he just lifted his axe up before letting it fall down, and glared at him.

Lukas shuddered when he strutted himself towards him. This whole time Lukas didn't even try talking, but now he was pleading.

"I don't mean you any harm."

"Funny," he scoffed. "I don't know if I can hurt you or not, but I want to find out."

He swung his axe at Lukas...the goblin swung a club at him. Like a letter in a word document after the Backspace was pressed, he vanished. That was an insane moment—a player who just beat the game was wiped out by a single blow from Nolan's NPC.

It was all making sense—Nolan was so eager to trade games because he already beat it.

Flashback End

Since that day Lukas has been going over to Nolan's house on the weekends; making sure to bring his laptop as-per-agreed.

It wasn't until his second visit did he find out the the real reason he wanted to borrow his laptop—his was hidden from him because he was caught watching porn—and he was still watching porn while playing on his emulator.

But while he was doing that, Lukas got to be Dack the thief. And now he was fighting Hynrich, chucking a knife in Hynrich's arm before being hit in the face. What once defeated a big opponent didn't knock him down.

He did a cartwheel backwards practically flying then clutched his knife while tilting forward.

Suddenly, his whole body moved incredibly fast towards Hynrich; like a purple blur. Hynrich backhanded him before he could get too close, then, grasped his ankle beginning his plan of slamming him into a wall, however, Dack pried himself free with two sharp claws sticking right into his hands simultaneously.

The pain didn't deter Hynrich, and he even threw Dack through the wall, bricks toppled away and steam from a fireplace roiling in both their faces. And then—Hynrich repeatedly slammed Dack to the ground.

Sometimes he'd slam him on his backside while afterwards he would be slammed with his face kissing the ground. While this was going on, Dack felt like Loki when the Hulk did the exact same thing to him, but unlike Loki...

Dack pulled his knife out and cut into Hynrich's goblin thigh. Using the momentum of the jab, he flipped through the air. Hynrich flailed his big arms to get him back in his grasp, but Dack managed to evade his arms and landed at the wall that wasn't crumbled.

Hynrich chucked something at Dack from behind he managed to dodge, only for it to ricochet back at him.

From the moments before he was hit in the face he saw what deleterious thing Hynrich threw, a skull. That skull flew from Dack back to him. With just a wiggle of his hand, dozens of skulls flew like a swarm of bees towards Dack, burning purple flames erupted in their eye sockets, and moved in to hit him in a flurry.

With just one knife gripped in his right hand, Dack met the onrushing wave of skulls with a flurry of knife swings and with each swing the skulls exploded into purple sparks of ember.

His move was going well until something moist and hard latched onto his knee and threw him upwards, sending him sky-high.

While feeling the frigid air in his face, Dack's eyes flitted to the ground where everything looked like tiny specks except for the big hole in the guild where Hynrich threw him out. He knew once—or maybe, given how things were escalating—this was over and his construction kobald's were done, his writhes would have to erase even more memories.

Before his body plummeted all the way to the ground, a strong gale blew in, the air helping him move safely to the ground. This air was made from dozens of his orthrus imbued with stones that gave whoever swallowed them an affinity for air. His fall was like a stunt man jumping out of a window to a blow up trampoline.

What he landed on instead though was his orthrus's clamored together like a horde of sheep, licking their alpha as he slid his chastened body off.

In less than two minutes, Hynrich's troll level nose would help him find this young werewolves location, especially when he smelled his scent everyday in the years they lived together.

However, Dack too had a strong sense of smell and would use it to prowl up on him.

Faster than he thought, Hynrich crashed through the walls of another quaint house; even with his disdain of humans that was just beyond disrespectful of other people's hard work.

He arrived where Dack's orthrus were muddling around sniffing each other and biting each others bodies like stray dogs. They all had a musty smell of gas, saliva, and wet fur or moist dirt on them, but Hynrich knew Dack wasn't among them.

Using his nose, one smell tinged his eyes though.

"Lord Dack..." he called in a matter-of-factly tone, and then a club materialized in his hand. "You and I don't like to see animals being hurt—even ones native to this odious world—but if you don't come out and face me like a man...I will make you hear the death wails of your beloved orthurus's with that recorder you gave to me...or make you watch if you are here watching me."

Hynrich really couldn't bring himself to make these poor orthrus's suffer. In the time he waited for Dack to pop out and face him like a man, he patted the heads of a few orthurus's.

One of them, a white furred one Dack named G-Ghost, made a very affectionate nuzzle rubbing his two heads against Hynrich's hand even licking his fingers simultaneously with both heads. Hynrich didn't want to harm such a sweet creature, but he told Dack he would and he wasn't a liar—raising his club to create their graves.

Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind and lifted off the ground. Hynrich glanced back, saw Dack and he was flying through the sky.

"I should be surprised you got the drop on me with my nose, but if anyone can find a way its you, Lord Dack."

A proud smile spread as fast as it disappeared on Dack's face.

"I knew you could smell me no matter which direction I ran in, so I used my orthrus's who can create wind currents move me through the air."

"Clever. This is where we make our drop though."

With just a shrill crying noise, a lion-esque creature with a green mane, oscillating red eyes, tawny brown fur and a purple snake for a tail manifested from a red glimmer of light intimidating the orthrus's except for one with a black mauve in the shape of a semi-moon.

While they were growling, Dack and Hynrich were plummeting to the ground, hitting each other with their strong but barely inimical fists. In the end, Dack hit the ground first and Hynrich summoned back his lion pet to snag his onyx robes in his jaw before disappearing with him in red light.

Hynrich arrived in a long winded street with urchins/humans looking at him bewildered and terrified.

"A goblin?" one screamed.

"A big one!" another screamed.

Hynrich acted like they weren't there, petting his chimera raising its chin, closing its eyes and purring.

"You helped me a lot back there, Romir. Feel free to treat yourself."

With Hynrich's permission, the lion wasted no time perforating a hole in the ground with his snake tail. One of the humans trembling in fear, a man whose chiseled chin and short brown hair resembled the star of Free Guy, was bitten by the snake right in the neck! Dead after bitten, the only thing left for him was being pulled back to the chimera salivating as it awaited its meal.

No one tried stepping in, people retreating any step they took the big goblin before them sat down with his legs crossed watching his chimera's fangs mauled in the man's eye sockets.

While most of them shivered like bugs were crawling all over their skin, one boy roared You heartless monster!" at the big goblin.

Hynrich looked at him. For a moment he was quiet and making everyone feel uncomfortable, then he laughed balefully.

"MWAHAHAWWHAHA...MMWWWHAHA!"

He stood up with such ferocity his pet disappeared in a glimmer of purple light.

"Yes, I'm a monster but whose to say I'm the one that needs to be re-christened? You live with light and fresh food, think very little of your own mortal lives, and for every one of you that does die...more of my kind dies. You dare question how I've lived my life; the one born by a being far superior than your own creator? HA! Call me a monster if it pleases you—I haven't even begun razing this town of all you insects!"

Hynrich reached into his robe, making everyone gasp when he pulled out a skull head. A malicious purple aura burned through the eyesockets and mandibles of the skull before he chucked it at the boy.

The young courageous boy was too afraid of the skull to do anything but scream.

"God Flash!"

Over a hundred slashes went through the skull. It stayed the same until the swordsman sheathed his blade, then it sawed into hundreds of small bony chips. Those chips pattered into a pile at the feet of the swordsman that made them, Brain Unglaus.

Hynrich looked at him, Brita next to him nocking her bow and arrow, made chk-chk noises. Without hesitation he would kill them.

The sound of cadence footsteps could be heard behind him causing the adventurer couples—eyes too liven.

"Greetings, citizens of Fyphen. My name is Dack, and I have been the leader of Dark Typhon...until now."

Hynrich didn't know what his former lord was thinking, mostly because he muddled the original plan.

"I also go by another name...Perfurer, former member of the Thirteen Heroes."

Everyone, even Hynrich, was treated to a surprise when bubbles boiled over Dack's body before changing his appearance into the disheveled silver haired boss.

"I first started Dark Typhon as a way to christen low lives and thieves into strong, obedient mercenaries. Now; my base is destroyed, my soldiers dead, and all my slaves set free. This is the worst day of my life—it is the best day of my life. For I have a new way to change this world. I have found a goblin stronger than any of my former acolytes and have brainwashed him to be my executioner to all you enfeebled people. But for now...we shall take our leave."

Dack slash Perfurer seized Hynrich from behind before lopping a spinning knife in the air. The knife was purple with a black handle and an oval shaped ghostly looking picture mauved on the sharp side of the blade.

Brain, enraged with the boss cowing away his friend after taking control of him while completely forgetting being saved by THAT very same boss, rushed in with his katana thrust outwards.

Brain's blade came thrusting towards Dack's neck!

Dack escaped his blade thrust sinking into a purple wormhole with Hynrich.

Brain made last futile attempt to defeat the boss and end his tyranny. He jabbed his katana into the wormhole. Then, the wormhole closed and Brain retracted his katana out.

Brain looked at the ground silent and brooding, and then wrinkles flared before he slammed his fist on the ground.

"Dammit!"

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Hynrich was sent tumbling through the purple gateway while Dack got to leave in a slow stride. They were on the hill not far from the town the three new worlders plus Hynrich rode through to get to the town next to the forest.

As Hynrich got back up, Dack clung two knives with decorative plastic juts protruding from the hilts to his shoulders. They stood twelve feet apart, cocked their hands—and after a flock of birds fluttered in the air, they charged.

Dack feigned throwing the first punch only to retract his fist back and raise his arms over his face in guarding position. Hynrich threw a punch, a real one, at Dack's brawny arms only for his former leader to twist his body around so his fist went into the knife's back.

Hynrich felt a little pain, stepped back, then came at him with a strong straight punch into Dack's jugular."

Dack's knife attached to his left shoulder, spun around when the goblin fist was thrown and it blocked his fist. Hynrich threw another fist followed by another, all blocked by spinning knives. Hynrich getting more bored of his failed attacks than listening to those humans prattle on about their insipid goals in that caravan, summoned his big club back in his awaiting left hand.

Hynrich was so busy preparing his next attack on Lord Dack he didn't notice the jaw silhouette on his left shoulder. Hynrich finally went in for the kill, struck his club down, only for it to be obstructed by a wolf's jaw phasing out of Dack's shoulder and crunching down on the wood.

Hynrich let go and back trailed away from his lord, only to have another club appear in his hand.

He leaped off the ground and swung his club at Dack, his pawed furry right hand catching it. His orthorus with red fur on its face, white fur beneath its black lips, and red tail scurried out of Dack's body, then sixteen feet away both its heads dropped the club before sitting down to watch its alpha and the burly hobgoblin fight.

Hynrich tried something he's been holding off since they teleported here—he whistled.

He whistled for more of his pets to flank out of the forest and help him finish Dack off. Five fleeting seconds were full of high tension when no rustling of bushes or sounds of shattered branches were heard. After a minute he found out none of his pets were coming at the same time Dack choked his neck and threw him to the ground.

Hynrich felt like a tiny bird being devoured by another bird being thrown, dizzy with double vision of Dack and the trees next to him, and Dack held up his hand.

"It's over, Hynrich. I've stalled this fight long enough so now you can only die here and let me take you back to Nazarick."

A small sigh escaped Hynrich's mouth.

"I'm far from finished, Lord Dac-"

Hynrich puked out pea soup looking vomit before he could finish. Then—he glanced at his arms and saw pink veins on them. He was flabbergasted.

"I haven't been stabbing you with regular knives. In this world weapons can be encoated with a powerful poison. Not very lethal if wielded by weaklings, not strong enough for a resistance skill, but my knives were forged for a near level ninety user. You could try to heal yourself from it, but then we'd be going back and forth between you healing and my poison."

Hynrich hated prattling, listening to Dack didn't stop him from pouring an antidote, elixir over his infection. Hynrich was cured but he didn't get up. He could neither win or let himself be killed. While he was in that predicament, Dack droll on.

"You accused me of favoring these people over you, Silverbane, Azulea, and Shinirael. What you failed to see is why I save them: to protect all of you. We are strong against them but weak against the debacle named Ainz Ooal Gown, so what do we do? We take them out of the world they can't beat him in and take them to a world they can...the past."