Nepstation Intro

Welcome back to Nepstation. I'm Koei, and I'm legally dead!

Koei! I told you not to spoil the readers!

Oh shut it Neptune, they all know I die at the end. It's how every isekai goes, right?

… They die at the beginning, numbnuts. I thought you were a weeb?

Not in this story I'm not. Mostly. I know it's a self-insert, but if I referenced anime half as much as the author does, this story would be unbearable.

You mean even more unbearable than it is? That's a shock.

Alright, enough meta humor, the author has mail to read!

Alfaomega2000: Two words for you. NO U.

Blaze2121: Never played Trillion, any reference to that was accidental. I just wanted Koei to fight a dragon, but not a "prime" dragon so to speak. So what could be better than an old man dragon that while weakened by time, can still kick your ass?

As for future crossovers, I'm saving those for references. I have a plan, but that's way later in the story and will be highly relevant to the plot. Or something like that.

EnderSoul1401: Well, if you noticed earlier in Chapter 11, Anonydeath's log notes that there are two more Nations in Hyperdimension. So unfortunately, no 'Nam flashbacks for Iffy-kun unless I want to create more plotholes.

(Speaking of plotholes, nobody noticed that Koei went the entirely wrong way towards Lastation in Chapter 5. The dumbass author said he was going North West. Looking at a map recently, that puts him far, far away from Lastation. Oops. thought that Lowee was just east of Lastation.)

Also yes, the drunken shenanigans will resume at some point. We got heavy plot things to deal with this chapter. Koei almost fuckin' died. Again.

Blackswordgames: I mean, a sober Koei is a bad Koei, obviously.

Wow, that was… mail.

Aye, it was. Well, time to get on with the chapter, dont'cha think, Ko-Ko?

Fuck off.

You know, hell isn't that bad once you get down to it. I mean sure, it's an endless abyss of unfeeling torment, but this wasn't the hellfire infused clusterfuck I was promised in Sunday School. I'm almost disappointed, honestly…

I'm in Purgatory, aren't I?

Brave Hero, can you hear me?

I can't hear shit, but I can… Read whatever you sent to my mind.

… Good enough. I am the former Goddess of this world and I have come to congratulate you on your achievement.

If you mean fucking dying then I think you have a line of people to "congratulate" first.

I could hear the voice sigh in frustration at my backchat.

N-Not that, brave Hero, Your accomplishment of defeating an Elder Dragon. Dragons are the most dangerous creatures in Gamindustri, and you defeating one-

With help.

… Screw it, I don't have time for your shit. Elder Dragons are far weaker than prime dragons due to their senility. Even so, they are massive threats to Gamindustri, so you defeating one, while not a godlike feat, is the first step in becoming as legendary as the Heroes.

Yes but… I don't particularly care about that?

… You're serious? You have Serenity for My sake, why do you not- oh Me dammit, I have the wrong protagonist again, don't I?

I'd shrug if I could feel anything, miss…?

Chrome. Regardless, I'm dimensionally challenged as of now, so I cannot lend you direct aid. Just know that one of the great Artifacts is in danger and you are the only one who can- You're not listening, are you?

I would if I gave a shit. I nearly died via a frigging old man dragon. Whoever is trying to endanger an Artifact has to be as strong, if not stronger. Screw that noise, lady, I'm retiring.

Silence. Finally, I can have a frigging eternity to myself.

But what would IF think of you if you gave up?

Son of a… Fine, I'll do your fuckin' Hero work.

Excellent. You will reemerge from your coma soon, Hero. Best of luck…. And try not to die. I can only hold off the Goddess of the Afterlife for so long.

Chrooomeeeeey! I hear some brave hero dieeeed!

Shite. Go, go!

Ugh… The hell was that fever dream? Pretty sure that was a hallucination caused by severe blood loss and partial insanity via drinking way too much.

Still, I was alive… Somehow. I guess that CPU brought me back to Planeptune? I was tucked underneath a quilt, so I was apparently in bed. Despite this, I could see right outside the window to the glorious Planeptune morning. It was morning, right?

Fuck, my watch is on the bedside table. But I still feel so weak. I suppose I could rest for a while.

… God this is boring. Too weak to even get out of bed, my gloves are tantalizing out of reach and worst of all, I feel sober again. Ah, crushing reality. I didn't miss you at all!

Still, it gives me time to recollect. Let's see, I fought a dragon, passed out in a pool of my own blood, talked to a former goddess, woke up here…

Wait, former goddess? Her name was… Chrome, right? And she mentioned something about one of the Artifacts being in danger? Man, if only I had some form to convey all this information. Maybe a website to upload this story?

Nah, that's ludicrous. Nobody would read this shite, let alone believe it. Oh well, alone with my thoughts isn't so bad. It's much, much worse.

Hearing a door open, I turned my head towards it, to see somebody I didn't recognize.

She looked tired, but her magenta eyes shone with happiness, along with a hidden malice. Her messy, purple hair flowed down most of her petite body, all wrapped up with a ponytail ending at around her waist. Her dress was very frilly and lose, containing bows of all kinds and her sleeves flowed loosely. Thigh high socks were complemented by… Slippers? What? In her arms, she hugged a plush of me. A very adorable plush of me.

"Oh, you're awake!~" The girl said, her sleepy voice still had that incandescent happy aura about her, reminding me of Neptune's attitude, as she squeezed the plush of me harder. I didn't know how to feel about that.

"I uh… Who in the fuck?" I state the most obvious question on my mind. I do not have the energy for manners at the moment, please try again never.

For her part, she tilted her head in confusion. "You don't recognize me, K-k-ko-koeh-"

I stop her sad attempt at pronouncing Koei. "Just call me whatever."

The girl beamed. "Okay, Koppey! I'm Plutia~!"

Plutia, huh? I mean, Neptune is a planet back home, as was Pluto… We don't talk about Pluto.

Oh right, my new nickname. It was fine, I guess. Between Ko-Ko and Koppey I guess I liked Koppey a bit more. (That's pronounced Cope-Ey, by the way, not Cop-ey)

"Well Pluta, who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?" I ask bluntly. Once again, manners take energy, a resource I am lacking.

Plutia tilted her head again. "You don't recognize me? Did you hit your head? We fought together three days ago against that meanie dragon."

My brain grinded to a halt. The fuck. "Wait, so you're that weirdo with the whip-sword as well as this sleepy ball of adorable?" Oops, that kind of slipped out.

Plutia giggled. "Of course, silly. Who do you think brought you back to the Basilicom after you passed out in a pool of your own blood and piss?"

"I did not need to know that last part." I state simply. Seems I really did a number on myself. Pluta approached me, placing the plush of me on the bed.

"This is for you." I took the plush gratefully, admiring the craftsmanship of it. It was me all right. Dirty blonde hair all in a mess, sapphire blue eyes staring back at me with a nonplussed look on my face, my Planeptune getup had a radiant purple magnificence to it. Hell, she even took the effort to stitch on some fingerless gloves to the stubby hands.

"This is… beautiful." I cuddled the soft plush, feeling my cheeks burn as I appreciated the nigh-perfect design of it.

Plutia giggled again. "Thank you, Koppey! I put three days of work into it just for you. I was really worried when Histy told me you might not make it, but you pulled through somehow!"

Protagonist Aura paying dividends again, I guess. Can I even die, or is this cursed thing going to keep bringing me back from the brink? I was content with dying right then and there after defeating the Elder Dragon. Maybe it was because it was the closest I felt to death since coming here?

I looked at the doll, reminding me of who I am. This facade, this persona I've built up for myself means nothing in a fight. I'm just a guy who happens to have a magic sword. I'm no deity.

Hell, I'm no Hero. People keep shoving this thesis about legendary Heroes on me and I just can't gel with it. All these expectations are only now crashing into me as I realize what people think I am against what I truly am.

Heh. I was always a disappointment in life. Let's see if I can turn that around now that I have a second chance.

"Thank you Plutia." I state, genuine happiness in my voice for the first time in awhile as I realized what I must do. "Not just for the plush, but for saving me back there. I overestimated my limit. I shouldn't have charged in needlessly like I did."

Plutia for her part was confused. "O...k? I'll leave to rest, Koppey. I think there's something wrong with your head." and with that, she did leave me with the plush of me.

It was hella cute. If I didn't have such a low opinion of myself, I'd say it matched my handsomeness perfectly to boot. But I'm no harem protagonist, so I'll just stick with calling it "hella cute."

Still though, I hope the others are alright. If I recall, we all got pretty wasted that night, along with probably scaring them half to death with my almost-corpse.

I'd get up, but I still felt too weak. This was nothing like my stint in Lastation. God, I feel like I broke something inside. Definitely won't be using… What was it, Glacial Cleave? That, probably. But yes, I think I'll use that in nothing less than a life-or-death situation. Takes too much out of me to be useful in a normal scrap.

Ugh, I feel so useless. How do I regain my energy while in this stupid state, anyway? I need a Nep Bull. Or even just a drink in general.

Knock, knock

"Ko-Ko? I heard from Plu-Plu that you're awake! May I come inside?" Compa's voice came from the other side of the door.

Huh, I just realized that Plutia didn't even knock. How rude of her. "Yeah, come on in." I say, barely able to get my voice to reach outside the door. A moment later, Compa entered with her usual getup, though her face definitely had more worry in it than before. Unsurprising, considering my current state.

Despite this, she gave off a weak smile. "Glad to see you're awake. We were all pretty worried when Plu-Plu brought you back, since you had so much blood on you and you reallly smelled of p-"

"Y-yes, I get it." I mumble noncommittally, blushing as I looked away.I really hope IF didn't see me in that state…

"Anyway, since you're up, I can give you this!" Compa pulled a can out of… somewhere. She doesn't even have pockets, how the fu-

She handed me the can, which was somehow chilled. FURTHER QUESTIONS ARE RAISED, but I ignored them in favour of inspecting the can itself. "Nep Bull EX", it announced proudly. The weirdest part though, was that that was it in terms of decor. It was just a solid silver can with those words written on via marker.

"This is going to kill me, isn't it?" I stared at the nurse, who didn't really seem to get the danger I'm feeling from this mysterious can.

"It's just a prototype Nep Bull EX?" Compa adorably tilted her head. Oh you naive child. Still…

"Prototype? As in, still in development? And you're giving this to someone who can scarcely move."

Compa for her part, finally got the idea that I was suggesting. "O-OH! I'm not using you as a test subject, Ko-ko! It's only a prototype because the data needs to be finalized before it can be mass produced, but it's completely safe." She tried to assure me, but it was sort of falling apart.

On the other hand, this was the only road I had, so I cracked open the can, took a deep breath and…

Sip

…

…

This is just a fucking Nep Bull. All that buildup for the same sour, caffeine filled garbage? I'd be disappointed if I didn't need it to recover my strength.

Placing the drink near my UI Gloves, I then realized that without thinking that I had managed to move my arm more than I could before. I can't tell if this is some sort of placebo because of my preconceived notions on Nep Bull or if it's actually working.

Compa clapped her hands together excitedly. "Yay! I told you it'd work, Ko-ko! Just don't do anything rash for a while, okay?" Compa then left the fucking room. I suppose it's a bit much to ask for a nurse to check my vital signs or anything like that, right?

Whatever, I hate needles so any excuse to not have blood samples taken is a good one. Plus apparently this world has Bullshit Magic Healing Potions, so I guess I can't grumble too much.

Still, with some strength restored, I could try and get up, right?

Finally getting some feeling within my legs, I pushed upwards so my back was against the frame, giving me a better angle to view the room my knees now tucked, I could spin around to my right and…

Oh god, I'm not wearing pants. My bare legs stared back at me, being exposed to the air for the first time in a while. I suppose that's better than the alternative of still having that bloody clothing on, but this is still a yikes.

I had to persevere. Placing my feet on the carpet, I forced myself to slowly, but surely stand up. It's amazing how something so simple, something you don't even think about can be such a big step when you've been bedridden and comatose. Taking a victorious drink of Nep Bull, I finally put on my UI Gloves and watch.

Able to navigate the menus, albeit slowly, I found my suit that I bought from Leanbox and equipped it. As smooth as ever. That and it just felt nice to have clothes that weren't boxer shorts on again.

Stretching myself out, I did feel somewhat better, but I don't think I'd be leaving… Wherever I am anytime soon. Still, I do feel like I need a walk.

Taking a look back at my bed, indented with my body, I took a few moments to remake it for whoever was going to rest here. Even if it was me. I also took a moment to hug the plushie of me, because I'm insecure and it is a hella cute plushie. So cute that I put it in my inventory for later use.

Grabbing my nigh-unlabelled can of Nep Bull and opening my inventory again, there was something off. Obviously my clothes weren't in there, they had to be washed or replaced, but it felt like a part of me was missing.

Shaking my head, I walked out of the door. It was probably nothing.

Oh. I was in the Basilicom this whole time? I guess that works out. Looking around, it was surprisingly desolate. The only people I could see around were Compa and Histoire. Neither of them seemed to see me, so I walked a bit closer and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"He looks to be doing fine, if a bit on the weak side." Compa explained. "He's still got a bad case of Mana Burnout, but that's to be expected from what Plu-Plu told me."

Histoire nodded solemnly. "I see. Then he'll be out of commission for how long?"

Compa shook her head. "It's not that simple. Mana Burnout has a different effect on different people. Some people just naturally regain their SP over time. Some others lose the ability to regenerate naturally and have to rely on Nep Bull and SP Chargers directly. The most severe cases lose the ability to use Mana entirely. So far, Ko-Ko's case doesn't look to be that severe, but he'll be unable to cast any spells for a while."

Histoire put a hand to her small fairy chin. "So, what do we do about Serenity?"

…

Oh fuck, I forgot I didn't have Serenity on hand. I had it when I collapsed… Didn't I?

"Aside from making sure Ko-Ko doesn't get his hands on it again until he's healed up, we should be fine." Compa pondered aloud. But why? Obviously I'm injured, weak and would take the first chance I would ge to suicidally charge whatever threat was looming on the horizo-

You know they may have a point. Still, keeping me in the dark like this is rather rude. I would understand if they just said.

Still, time to make myself lickiety gone. As I was hiding in a doorway, all I had to do is turn around and slip in here for a bi-

"Hey."

JESUS FUCK IFFY. Stumbling over my feet, the Guild member quickly grabbed me before I could attract Histoire's or Compa's attention as she dragged me into the room before closing the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" IF hissed at me, some annoyance in her voice. "You're barely up and about and you're already causing trouble again?"

"I can explain." I put a finger to her soft lips. I quiver a bit, but persevere. "I simply walked in on them talking about me. Instead of interrupting them, I decided to be polite and let them talk."

IF removed my finger from her lips. "Annnd to learn about where they put Serenity?"

I shrugged "Well if they wanted to be so polite…"

IF shook her head in response. "I'm not telling you either. That was a hell of a stunt you pulled and while I'm glad you're okay…"

IF followed up by slugging me in the face. Girl has a hell of an arm. Also ow.

"That was for going off on your own and almost getting yourself killed. Also despite the fact that both Gear and I told you that dragons were the most dangerous creatures in Gamindustri you still charged in on your own."

My face still aching, I nursed it with a hand while attempting to justify myself. "Well, I don't think my injury was entirely by the dragon. Compa and Histoire were talking about something called Mana Burnout and I did somehow accidentally "talk" to the "Hero of Lowee" before unleashing Serenity's power… I think."

IF blinked. "That lines up with what Plutia told us. You used a particularly powerful skill then collapsed after defeating the dragon. Taking that hit from it probably didn't help either, even if it is an improvement on your usual look."

I wanted to slap her silly for such a casual comment, but I figured I needed to be taken down a peg. Plus that did get pretty heavy, so I appreciate the mood shift.

"Still, I got this cute plush!" I pulled the plushie of myself out of the inventory to show it to IF, who… Immediately took it and squeezed it hard.

"He's so damn cute!" IF squeed at my smaller, cuddlier form. I was almost jealous of the lucky bastard.

Staring for a moment longer at that adorable smile of hers, I stand corrected. I am extremely jealous of that lucky bastard. Almost fuming. Damn you Plutia! Stop stealing my girlfriend with your objectively cuter version of me!

"Something tells me you prefer the plush over me." I say somewhat dejectedly, my mood soured by this turn of events. "First I nearly lost my life, then I ended up losing my weapon, the legacy I was meant to carry from the Hero of Lowee themselves… Am I losing you too?"

IF put the plush down before hugging me suddenly in response to my sudden depressive state, shocking me to my core. "I know it's rough, Koei. It's been rough on us all. I spent all night at Celestia after I saw you in that state. I just… Couldn't stand seeing you in such a way."

I blinked. This was… Strangely honest for IF. Maybe it's because we're in a closed off room? Then again, I couldn't imagine seeing someone you cared for in such a state…

No. I could. I went through what IF went through once. I can't just bury that painful memory.

I squeezed IF back, prompting a yelp from her. I didn't care. I just needed her warmth for a moment.

…

Yeah. Okay. I feel better now. Patting IF on the back before letting her go, I felt my cheeks burn as I looked back at her, cheeks burning just as red.

"So uh… I did miss you…" I admit sheepishly. Honestly, between passing out three days ago and now feels just like a little nap. So maybe that made my confession a little bit of a lie?

IF's face didn't change, so I assume she bought it either way, I took the chance to exit from this awkward situation, making doubly sure to take that cursed plush with me.

Maybe I could ask Plutia to make an Iffy plush for me?

… I mean, I don't mind her having a plush of me if I had one of her. Is that so wrong?

I've never really explored the Basilicom before, despite crashing here maybe one too many times already. Still, lovely place despite the desolation. Neptune's room was predictably covered in the desecrated corpses of her enemies. And what I mean by that is pudding cups. Everywhere. I'm pretty sure I saw a few on the ceiling, somehow. God only knows how the fuck the maids clean that.

Still, leaving that burning trash fire of a bedroom behind, Nepgear's room was far less messy. However that came with the caveat of her having a worryingly high number of beam swords, some glowing, some not and some in pieces. Nepgear herself seemed invested in her current project, molesting the everloving crap out of yet another beam swo- nope, it's a gun. Who gave this girl a gun?

Sneaking in, I stood behind Nepgear as I observed her work. They were a pair of pistols, apparently. Heavily modified pistols, but pistols nonetheless. Ivory white plating covered the guns, with that iconic purple N of Planeptune being decaled onto the handle for a nice change of colour. They were eye-catching to say the least. Really though, aside from the appearance (and a worrying purple glow from beneath the barrel that seemed to be some sort of ribbed battery), they were ordinary pistols.

Honestly, it was almost disappointing with the crazy technology of Planeptune. Hell, even Gamindustri in general.

"Finally." I mutter, forgetting that I came in uninvited and was peeping on the scientist. "Some fuckin' normalcy in this hole."

Nepgear was understandably shocked, if the wrench nearly smacking me clean across the face with it was any indication.

"G-goodness! Koei! Did I hurt you?" Nepgear's shock turned to jelly, like her nerves apparently.

"Nah, just spooked me with that wrench." I rubbed my head sheepishly. "Just bored. Got up, don't have my sword, too weak to do anything but talk to people."

Nepgear's eyes lit up. Oh god. "Then would you mind testing these out for me? I'm not good with guns that aren't attached to swords, you see." Nepgear's turn to rub her head sheepishly. "So, would you mind?"

I shrug. "Never used a gun in my life, let's see if I manage to kill myself with a rcoochet." I half-joked, knowing from gaming experience how bad bullets can actually be for living.

Nepgear clapped her hands together, ignoring my half-hearted dark joke. "Excellent! Let's go to the firing range, then!" Wait, what?

Nepgear walked over to a panel, punching a few numbers in before the wall opened up to reveal far, far more than meets the eye for her room. Following her in, the new room was much bigger and far less lit than the bedroom, giving the room an unsettling aura. Still, there was in fact, a dedicated area for weapon testing as she said. Complete with blast shields on either side of it and a target several meters down the line, between the two. It's very clear that this has been used a bit, judging by the holes and burn marks littered across the DIY "range".

Still, it was fine for our purposes, I suppose. Taking the guns from Nepgear, I felt the weight the weight of the ivory firearms at last, along with the cool metal of the plating. If nothing else, these contrasted well with the suit I had on and I must have looked dope as hell.

Still, I had a job to do. Giving a pistols a quick twirl, I aimed them at the general area of the target and squeezed the triggers.

PEW!

Yes, they actually made a fucking pew noise. Not what I expected from pistols. Purple energy shots threw themselves at the target, leaving pretty nasty burn marks when they hit, along with a bullet hole each.

I turned to Nepgear, who's incandescent beam was almost blinding. "It worked perfectly, Koei! I'm so happy!"

I twirled the pistols some more. "Yeah, I guess. Why the hell did they pew, though?"

"Oh that's just the modification I made. You can see the little attachments under the barrel, right?"

I looked at the attachments. They were basically batteries. A purple glow shone from them, somewhat covered up by white casing, but left some gaps to keep the glow. Or to vent out heat, whatever. I'm not an engineer, I failed metalworking and I still have the scar on my pinky finger to prove it.

What? That incident? It's not even visible unless you know to look for it, it's not worth bringing up.

Nepgear gave me a worried look as I inner monologue'd too hard again. This is becoming a bad habit.

"Uh, yeah. I can see the… batteries?"

"Power cores." Nepgear corrected, stroking her hand across one of the plated pistols. "Custom designed from the ground up to gather background mana before you fire, enchanting the bullet for extra power!... That's the theory, anyway. Haven't tried it on any living targets yet, for obvious reasons." Nepgear explained, her eyes still shining.

"Oh, cool." I mutter. "Casually holding untested prototype weaponry in my hands, right after a three day coma. This seems safe, NepG."

Nepgear giggled, which worried me a bit. "Oh you'll be fine, Koei. A lot of the exploding core issues were patched out beforehand. Ended up cramming too many mana drives into the core, you see."

I didn't. This was jargon I didn't understand, mostly because it was about magic. I can use spells, sure. But that mostly came down to luck and more importantly, I wasn't insane enough to try and harness it like Dr. Adorable over here.

… Nepgear's sailor suit almost looks like a lab coat, now that I think about it. And yet she still doesn't wear pants. What kind of scientist doesn't wear pants?

"Ah." I stated, not understanding what she meant at all and still focusing on the fact that she's basically a scientist wearing no pants. What kind of character would go around wearing no pants and a lab coat, exposing their panties for the world to see?

Meanwhile, on Rabi-Rabi Island, a young lady scientist sneezed quite suddenly while out and about in Rabi-Rabi Town. She thought nothing of it and continued her idyllic life.

(And now, back to the actual story! - Neptune)

Perverted thoughts aside, the pistols hadn't exploded yet so this was good. Maybe... a little too good to keep in the lab?

"Hey… NepG… This might sound weird, but these might need further testing. Would you mind if I took them with me?"

Nepgear's grin turned maniac. Uh oh. "Of course! This needs field testing before I submit the patent anyway, just in case there's any vital errors I missed while making this. Consider it a gift to replace Serenity."

Ouch. That stung. "Wait, you're trusting the guy who just came out of a coma with two experimental, high modified, plasma firing guns?"

"Yes."

I wrapped my arms around Nepgear and gave her a good hug. "Thank you. Your faith isn't misplaced."

Letting go of her, I span around these pistols some more. Replacements for Serenity, huh? I mean, these would do, but…

Name These Items?

*Yes/No

Enter Names:

Peace and Tranquillity

"Peace." I twirled the left pistol. "And Tranquillity." Likewise, I twirled the right pistol. I felt a warmth as these pistols seemed to glow with their new names.

Or it could be the batteries or cores or whatever. Still, looked hella neat.

Nepgear seemed to like my gumption. "Excellent. I believe I have holsters upsta-"

I put the duo of discount Desert Eagles in my inventory, interrupting Nepgear's entire train of thought. "You forgot I had my UI Gloves, didn't you?" I ask, a wry grin on my face.

Nepgear just shrugged. "Whatever works for you. With that out of the way, I believe I have a mecha to work on…" Nepgear headed towards a random dark corner of the lab, while I left, contemplating my new firearms. I mean sure, guns are a bit overplayed in terms of what a protagonist would use, but without Serenity around, I think these would do nicely when I get back into the fray.

Because as I found out by nearly falling over exiting the lab, I was not ready. Not by a long shot.

I was sat on the sofa in the sort of "Main Room" of the Basilicom, with the TV on some channel or other. I was mostly using it as background noise while I inspected Peace some more. They were practically identical anyway, so I didn't need both out for now.

I also spent a few minutes engraving a P into Peace's handle, just to differentiate it from its sister weapon. Do guns have sisters?

Whatever. It seemed the actual clip part of the weapon was welded shut by Nepgear. Looks like on top of firing magic bullets, these pistols could also generate their own ammunition supply. Useful, if not a tad boring. Makes me wonder how the bullets get in the clip in the first place.

Ah she probably just shoved "magic drives" into the clip to force it to generate ammo or something. Honestly, this magic technology is going right over my head anyway.

I am a simple man. Give me a weapon and something to embed it in. Problem solved! I don't need complicated magical cores, but they do help in murder.

Still, after engraving a T for Tranquillity into the gun I'd use in my right hand, I got up and decided to turn the TV off. For some reason after getting here, TV just doesn't have the same appeal. I have things to do now, I guess. Even while housebound, I still have done a few things today, which is nice. Dunno what I'm going to do with Peace and Tranquillity in the meantime, as I don't dare go outside for the moment.

Still though, I'm bored as hell. Usually by now something exciting would have happened. I sigh internally.

Who knew that peace could be… So boring?