Courier Six wasn't an ordinary person, he had been through things that would have left weaker minds mentally broken and scarred for life. Braving Sierra Madre, Big Mountain, the Divide, seeing things that made him question his sanity. But nothing could prepare him for the city of Orario. Walking along one of the streets at night, he could hardly believe his own eyes.

People with animal features like tails and ears on top of their heads, dwarfs, elves, tiny humans that which were too numerous to be a single occurrence of genetic mistake, just to name a few. And hairs, hairs of colours that defied his entire biological and genetic knowledge. The fact that the colours of the irises were just as varied didn't help.

"And here I thought I have seen everything. It's like someone took a fantasy city and made it real," He muttered to himself.

He had no clue how it was possible, to begin with. Back in his world, Supermutans and ghouls were often looked down upon, despite being former humans and less alien than the creatures surrounding him. Heck, the ghouls were often referred to as zombies, while the former suffered attacks from NCR mercenaries. Here though everyone was fine with each other, or at least it seemed that way. No obvious racism could be seen, which was too good to be true, as far as the Courier was concerned.

That wasn't even the oddest thing he had seen so far. The buildings in the city looked new, yet outdated. They looked similar to the ones built at the beginning of eighteen or perhaps nineteen-century brick houses back on Earth. The streets were clean, free of faeces, trash and anything of that sort, which implied active plumbing and some kind of public service. Not to mention street lights very similar to those back on Earth. There were also many different types of buildings, based on different cultures, remarkably similar to the likes of Chinese, Japanese, Western and others, he saw photographs of at old database.

One thing became painfully obvious the more time he spent walking the streets of Orario. The sheer difference between certain individuals was staggering. While most of the ordinary people he saw were weaker than back on Earth, thanks to VATS and Living Anatomy, not even able to take a bullet to the head and not die. There were individuals here and there that could pose a threat. However, most of them still didn't compare to Earth and the things he fought on regular basis like Yao Guais, Deathclaws or just plain old raiders who could take several bullets to the head, before finally going down.

Shaking his head, he focused on his surroundings and noticed that he found himself in more 'fun' part of the city. Everywhere he looked, he could see all kinds of scantily dressed women, with clothing that could barely be called one. The most prominent of the women, being those of tanned carnation, with a simple bra-like loin and pants of similar design, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Most of the customers and tourists were male, with few exceptions, just like in New Vegas. One thing that really stuck out in the district was a huge number of different kinds of buildings, some of which looked like they were taken from many different cultures, which confused him. Then again, this whole city had been nothing but confusing this entire time.

He rolled his eyes at the sheer amount of prostitutes in the area, as he manoeuvred his way through the district, acting confident and uninterested, which worked wonders in Mojave, preventing most of the shady dealers from approaching him. As he walked around the district, he found himself in one of the eastern types of brothels, that made him stop in his tracks.

In front of the facility, a lone female with fox-like ears and tail sat in seiza position. What really stood out among her blonde hair and animal features, were her green eyes and a collar around her neck. The look inside of them was something he had seen before, it was a look of someone who lost all hope and accepted his or her fate. The same kind Joanna had, back in Mojave. Just that made him want to do something, anything, find out what happened. But…, he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to help, he couldn't simply walk up to the girl and ask her a question or two.

Many soldiers would often suffer post-traumatic stress disorder after facing the horrors of war and being subjected to the death of their comrades. And that's not taking into account things such as pain, suffering, rape, just to name a few. Corporal Betsy had never asked for being raped by Cook Cook, which made her unstable and she had to go to Doctor Usanagi to get proper treatment. However, the worst feeling, the one that caused the biggest number of PTSD was possessing a gun, yet still not being able to do anything. The feeling of helplessness.

While he was lost in his thoughts, something bumped into him gaining his attention. It was a female of the same tanned complexion he had seen around the district. Her long blue hair reached down her waist, with a single yellow eye being visible. The clothing she wore could barely be called one, as it more resembled underwear, with only transparent like loose fabric around her legs.

Her eyes spread wide open before a small smile appeared on her lips. "Well, what do we have here?" The Courier didn't respond as the female in front of him began eyeing him up, before she took a step forward and wrapped her fingers around his elbow, pulling his body against her and wrapping her other hand around his waist. He knew that tactic, her eyes gazing into the depths of the helmet, trying to appear as attractive as possible.

Unfortunately for the woman, her allure was lost to him, something she couldn't know about. Trying to not hurt the woman, he tried to pull away only to find himself in an iron-like grip, causing him to frown under his helmet. "Easy there," She said, tightening her arms around the Courier. This is not how I imagined things to go. How strong is she anyway?

"The crop was pitiful tonight," Another amazon said, as she walked up to the duo.

"Do I smell the blood of a virgin man?" Yet another one added.

"Who's that, Aisha?" The Courier heard and sweatdropped at all the Amazons surrounding him. There were at least ten of them here, each of them scantily clad women coming their way.

"Found him right here, pretty impressive frame, not much of a talker," The woman said.

"Never seen armour like this, but it looks expensive, probably level three adventurer, perhaps higher," One of them said.

At this rate, he was surrounded, like a part of fresh meat, thrown into the den of hungry wolves. He had no clue what was the woman trying to do, but seeing she had no intention of letting go, he began weighing his options. The looks that were sent his way were more than enough to make him wary of the women around him. This wasn't normal, no prostitute back in his world would force him into position like this. He had a nasty suspicion that if he didn't do something, they were going to either rape him or do something worse.

Apologizing silently to the woman latched on to him, he turned towards her, grabbed her with his free arm, gaining the attention of the rest of the group. "Oh, it seems like you want it after all," She teased, smiling at him. He ignored her words and with one swift movement hurled the woman over his shoulder, breaking the embrace and sending her ten feet into the air with a yelp.

To her credit, after being tossed, she managed to land gracefully on her legs, without any injuries. That seemed to have caused a jolt around the group, as they looked at him like he just murdered a puppy or something along those lines.

"Did he just… toss Aisha into the air?" One of them asked while the rest nodded.

"That means he is strong, at least level three, it would be a waste to let him go," Another one said, the group surrounding him.

"And I haven't heard of anyone with an armour like this, which means, he is not related either to Loki or Freya," As yet another one added.

As if that wasn't bad enough, the rest of the street was doing it's best to evacuate, leaving him surrounded by the women, which gaze sent shivers down his spine. It's not like he couldn't fight them off or even kill them, but looking around told him a few things. One, this was considered normal enough as no guards came to his help, two the people leaving the streets and three, the women were working together judging by their coordination. So, he was fucked, again.

Back on Earth, he could easily go toe to toe with legendary Deathclaw and win, barehanded. Not to mention destroying Deathclaw Promontory, legendary Bloatfly or just straight out one-hit killing X-42 Giant Robo Scorpion with Old Glory. In fact, he got so strong, it was hard to even find a proper challenge. Most of the time he used MF Hyperbreeder Alpha to save ammo, as it was more than enough to deal with the vast majority of the things he came across. Not that he minded, overkill never hurt him back on Earth.

So in a way, it was a good thing, that it wasn't the first time, he found himself in a situation like this or he might have panicked a bit more. Instead, before any of the women had time to react, he crouched and with the strength of his muscles jumped high into the air, landing on the roof of a three-story building, earning shouts of surprise and shock from below. He began running, intent on getting away from the women. The Courier glanced behind himself, not able to believe his own eyes, as the women easily cleared the height of the building and were running far faster than he had expected.

In fact, judging by their movement and his own, the women had to run at least sixty miles per hour, probably faster as he was low balling the number. When he first came to this world, he expected people to be weaker, slower and less dangerous, not the opposite. Heck, the people in his world were ridiculous, but this was just insane. It's like some deity in the sky decided to make his life miserable at every opportunity.

Biting his lip, he focused on his survival, jumping onto another building, doing his best to stay ahead of the group, holding back his full strength in case things got even worse. And just as he expected, things quickly began spinning out of control, as more Amazons joined the chase, often getting ahead and forcing him to change direction, jump past, roll or dodge their attempts to either grab him or hit him. The cries from below sounding like encouragement and even instructions. Don't tell me! His gaze switched to the streets below and his blood froze as the prostitutes in windows pointed in his direction, while shouting.

The whole district was against him and unless he managed to get away from them, they wouldn't let him go. Glancing behind, he noticed the one who started it all was slowly catching up to him. Then he saw two Amazons jumping towards him and he activated VATS.

Time stopped in its tracks, allowing him to take in everything happening around him. It was a miraculous technology but came at a price and with its own set of limitations. However, when it came to choosing the best target or the body part of his enemy, it helped more than once. Behind him, he could see Aisha and other ten Amazons high on his tail, on the streets below he could see more waiting for him, while the ones in front were getting into position to strike him into two separate spots at the same time, both legs and head to force him into choosing one of the injuries.

He looked further and could see a small valley just behind the Amazons, between the buildings. It wasn't much, but it should be enough, all he had to do is break the line of sight for a second. Preparing himself mentally, he turned off the VATS and activated bullet time. Time slowed down, everything appearing two times slower than before, while his speed remained the same, thanks to kinetic implants installed in his body. The downside, it used his action points that VATS also used. The Courier jumped between their attacks, diving deep into the valley right into the crouching position, breaking the line of sight and making him hidden from their eyes.

That's when he turned the stealth field on, before booking it out of the valley as fast as he could. He wasn't safe, nowhere near that, but unless the enemy bumped into him, they wouldn't be able to find him. He only managed to move ten meters away, before one of the Amazons from the streets stood at the entrance of the alley, searching for him. Shortly after the rest of the group joined, landing into the valley, their eyes scanning the environment, while the Courier hugged the wall, not daring to move an inch.

"What happened? Where did he go?" One of the Amazons asked, her expression furious.

"I don't know, I saw him jumping into the alley, but he wasn't there when I got there," The one from the entrance explained, searching for any kind of movement in the valley.

The one who was taking it the worst was his captor, her fists clenched and her only visible eyes narrowed in what he presumed was a fury.

"Then where did he go? He couldn't have disappeared," Aisha asked, her eyes searching the valley, glancing over the Courier but not seeing him. Please, go away, go away, go away… The Courier was sweating as the Amazons looked around furiously.

"I don't know, but the longer we stay here, the smaller our chances are of finding him. You have seen his speed and acrobatic ability. There's no way, he is less than level three and that's an understatement. That last burst of speed was a proof of that," Samira, one of the Amazons explained, while the Amazons nodded grudgingly.

"Fine, everyone split up, he couldn't have gone far, we will find him one way or another," Aisha said before every Amazon nodded and left the valley, leaving the Courier alone with his thoughts.

"What the fuck just happened…?" He muttered to himself, the stealth field no longer active, it's stability orbiting around eighty per cent.

He wanted to leave, but they wouldn't let him and when he forced her off himself, it's like he triggered a hornet's nest. Whatever the reason was, he was not coming here anytime soon, it was simply too dangerous. Also, he was going to avoid every single one of them, if possible, never bumping into one, talking to one or getting anywhere near one. Pulling up his pipboy, which had no satellite access, but the automapping feature still worked, he put a marker on the map and named it 'Stay away, crazy women here', before putting it away.

"That's enough of excitement for one day," He said to nobody in particular before turning invisible and making his way out of the district.


As he moved through the streets of Orario at night, he realized he hadn't slept since he left the space shuttle. From what he could gather, this world had the same time scale as the Earth, which meant, it was almost three in the morning. He could go on without sleep for longer periods of time, but he preferred not to since it affected his performance in the long run. As he looked around, he noticed a church that looked like it had seen better days.

It was made completely out of stone, with several windows, filled with broken mosaic and a statue of some kind of goddess in the back. However, the building itself looked abandoned, the roof partially collapsed, that statue missing fairly big chunks of it and a small pile of rubble on the floor. It wasn't much of a hotel, but he had seen worse or just straight out sleep in the middle of the desert with a gun under his pillow.

Deciding that it was more than enough, he made his way inside, before looking for way upstairs. That way, he could watch the entrance and not be trapped in some kind of basement, if it had one. Luckily, lady luck was on his side, as a small wooden ladder led upstairs to partially collapsed attic.

It was devoid of furniture, with holes in the floor and the roof itself, but it seemed stable enough for a temporary base of operations. So, without wasting any more time, he set up his sleeping kit on the floor then made his way downstairs, before setting up a very simple alarm system consisting of wire and several tin cans connected with each other. That way, if someone decided to ambush him, they would alert him of his presence. The number of times he fell for similar things, but far more deadly was too great for his liking. With his camp set up, he made his way into the sleeping bag, before closing his eyes and falling asleep in an instant.


Rays of sunlight greeted him, each of them falling through the cracks in the rooftop. A quick look at his HUD told him it was already six am, which meant he once again slept for three hours, enough to get rid of all the sleep deprivation he accumulated yesterday. With a groan, he made his way out of the bed, stretching himself in the process.

He still had trouble believing what transpired yesterday, with him easily getting inside the city only to be chased around by barely modest women across the district, yet it wasn't even top ten of the weirdest things that he had ever seen or been a part of. Shaking his head, he dematerialized the sleeping kit and descended the ladder, the traps untouched.

Now that he was inside the city, his number one priority was to find a book store and learn to read and hopefully not get chased again. With his mind made up, he walked out of the church right into the crowded streets of the city. Unlike yesterday, when the traffic was fairly reduced due to the time of his arrival, today it seemed like every single living thing in existence decided to say hello.

The streets were crowded to the brim, with people and other beings going their own way, chatting, selling merchandise on wooden carts or heading towards the giant tower in the middle of a city, fully dressed up in armour. And just like the last time, his armour brought the attention of quite a few, but thankfully enough, most of them simply looked at him, gave him a quick glance before returning back to their business.

As he walked around, he listened to the chatter and became even more confused as a result. Their language was so much different, it made talking with tribes at Zion look easy. If there was any consolation in this whole situation was the fact that his armour didn't bring nearly as much attention as he thought it might.

Then suddenly on his right, he noticed what looked like a book store. It had a simple one-way door, with glass on the upper side, big windows with books neatly arranged behind them and a sign of a book hanging at the top. The Courier's lips turned into a smile before he remembered he had no money, outside of what that merchant threw him, which he didn't know the value of.

Appearing uninterested, he walked up to the front and took a look at the merchandise. Underneath each of them, he could see the price tag, but the writing was so alien, he couldn't as much as guess how much it meant. With a sigh, he used his HUD and connection to the pipboy to add a waypoint, before turning around and leaving towards the tower in the middle of the city.

That's where the majority of the armoured people headed for anyway. He was curious, did that tower lead to Heaven or something? That wouldn't explain why they needed all that armour though. The plaza surrounding the tower was quite a sight, easily capable of letting hundreds of beings move around freely. People and other creatures were talking between each other, discussing, laughing or going and out of the tower.

As he moved towards the entrance, he noticed a small group of four men followed by a single tiny female with an oversized backpack, her auburn hair poking out of beneath her hood. They passed each other and he could have sworn the woman glanced at him, before following the men in front of her. For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this whole situation but decided not to get involved, not without good reason that is, like money or puppies.

He might have been a mercenary and stuck to the rules of ones, but that didn't mean he never broke them. He still had to keep his appearances though, otherwise, people would beg for him to do their chores for free or just not pay him, because that's what 'heroes' could. He almost spat at the notion of being called one. He was no hero, never was and probably never will.

Sighing, he entered the tower and could feel his jaw drop, his eyes spread wide open. There was a massive hole with a set of a staircase on the edge that led down below to what he presumed was some kind of cave. Those 'prospectors' in armour, he decided to call them that way, entered the cave with fairly small backpacks while leaving seemingly full of loot.

It reminded him of the mines back in Mojave where the deeper you went, the better the loot was. However, that didn't explain the sheer number of beings going inside and out, nor their equipment meant for a fight. In fact, to him, it didn't make any sense. If it was a mine, there would be miners going in, not prospectors. And then there was this whole city, build around the damn thing. What is this thing anyway?

He wanted to go downstairs, to see what was waiting below, but he decided against it. As much as he wanted to do so, he had certain priorities and rushing in without any kind of plan or knowledge could spell his doom. For all he knew, there could be monsters, traps and things more deadly than back on Earth. His modus operandi in these kinds of circumstances was simple: Never underestimate your opponent.

He had plenty of time left, not to mention, he still had to earn enough money to rebuild the space shuttle or the time needed to recreate almost every single component from scratch. Turning away, he began walking around the city, making notes of buildings that caught his attention, like a castle from medieval fantasy, pharmacies, markets, etc. He avoided the district where the crazy women were and stayed clear of the Amazons he saw on the streets, he decided to call them like this, considering their sheer strength and the way the acted towards him.

During the walk, he also drank some water and ate some of his supplies, while avoiding anyone seeing it appear from thin air, using his duffel bag as a way to pull it out without drawing anyone's attention. He also found out there were public toilets strewn around the city, free of charge, a boon unlike any other. There was nothing worse than running out of paper and water in the middle of the desert.

It was only when the sun began to set he decided to go for the goal he set up. The bookshop had still some lights on, but nothing prevented him from looking for an alternate way in. Navigating his way around the shop, he found the back entrance, in the street behind it. Making sure there was nobody left in the valley, he crouched, turned the stealth field on and walked up to the door, before pulling one of his many lockpicks and a screwdriver. With a practised movement, the door clicked open, before he gently pulled it open, making sure it didn't creak before he closed the door behind himself and locked it behind

The room he was located in looked like some kind of storage, with spare books hidden in boxes and such. The scent of books and ink-filled the air. There were no traps in the back, so he moved forward and peeked around the corner. There he noticed what he presumed had to be the owner pulling the shutters down. The owner was an older woman, past her prime, but not obese and one could see remnants of her past in her frame. Only when he saw the woman walk up the stairs to what he presumed was a bedroom, he turned off the stealth field.

Waiting a few more minutes to make sure she wouldn't come down, he began silently sneaking through the store, looking for books meant for kids, hopefully with lots of pictures and such. Looking at the cover was not enough though, so he had to manually pull one out, check it out then put it back. The whole process was pretty simple, but the sheer number of books meant that he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

Only after what seemed like two hours, he finally found three books that looked specifically designed for the children. They were pretty long, with pictures of objects, animals and with written words beneath them. As compensation he put the money he received on the table, making sure to not leave any of the fingerprints on them. Who knew, maybe this world also had magic, that could find someone with a strand of their hair, but so far, he had yet to see it. It didn't sit well with him to steal from others, especially if it was an honest merchant, not a powder ganger, but if he didn't do that, he never would have gotten his hands on things like Big Boomer or La Longue Carbine.

Leaving through the same way he entered, he made his way back to the church, acting normal on his way back. Only when he was back at the camp, he materialized one of the books from thin air, sat against one of the walls, bringing up a clipboard, a pencil and some blank books for notes, before he got down to work.


The next three hours were spent in complete silence, as the Courier made notes, forming a few ideas on their language. While it was true the writing here was different from his world, he found certain similarities. For instance, the words were made out of a set of around twenty-something signs, similar to English. He also found out how to spell things like a cat, food, water, ocean, etc. The basics of it.

It wasn't much, but it was a start. It definitely beat going around blindly and bashing his head against the wall, hoping the enlightenment would come. Still, even if he learned how to read, he had to learn how to speak, before he would be able to make any real progress. It was hard to eavesdrop when you couldn't understand anything.

Those three books were a good starting point, but sooner or later, he would be forced to steal some of the books with more advanced words and grammar in order to progress. He definitely wasn't looking forward to sneaking in the same place twice or more. As he progressed through the book, he found himself scratching his eyes and blinking to make the feeling go away.

Only then he realized the sun was slowly rising, the first rays coming through the rooftop. A glance at his current status told him everything he needed to know. He was getting tired, this entire day was spent exploring the city and learning to write their language. In fact, he hadn't done anything pleasant or relaxing.

It was one of the many faults he had, he was a workaholic, going around the Mojave desert, talking to people, taking on quests, exploring, fighting, running for his life and such. Heck, even when he managed to take over New Vegas, he spent most of his time running the damn thing, dealing with nuisances and helping Think Tank develop technologies beneficial to mankind.

It also meant, that making friends or just straight out enjoying himself he considered an utter waste of time, not that his past experiences helped in the matter. He had issues, didn't he? With a sigh, he dematerialized the books, before he set up his sleeping bag once again, climbed right into and let his body fall asleep.


Waking up alone once again, he groaned, while stretching himself up. A small part of him wanted to explore the city, but he still had to learn how to read and write. Once he could do that, things would become much easier, simply due to the fact, he could write his questions and answers, instead of trying to guess what other means with hand signs or something along those lines.

This, in turn, became a pattern, he would read all the day, making notes, practising writing and reading, only making short breaks for a meal and to take care of his biological needs. This lasted until he finally read through all the books, which took him almost a week. At this point, he decided to pay a visit to the book store once again, return the books he stole and get new ones in their place.

The sun was slowly setting down, giving him plenty of time to reach the nearby book store, but then he remembered a certain market he saw when he first explored the city. It would be a good test run for his newfound knowledge. The walk only took a couple of minutes, before he found himself surrounded by the merchandise. There were dozens of stands, each one selling something a little bit different.

He could see glass bottles, filled with some kind of liquid of different colours, throwing knives, some kind of bombs, different kinds of bags, ready to eat rations, like dried meat and fruits. Things that were meant for an expedition. While he couldn't recognize most of the things on display, he was able to read the names of food and drinks like water, lemonade, tea, jerky, etc.

It wasn't much, but it left him feeling far happier than five minutes ago. He made some decent progress and was slowly gaining an understanding of this world. He wished, he could just learn some translation spell or maybe a book that would do it for him, not that it would happen.

Leaving the market behind him, he made his way back to the book store and once again sneaked in from behind. However, the door was locked, luckily the owner didn't change the locks, making it easy to pick once again. Finding himself in the familiar shop, he made sure the owner was once again absent, before gently putting the books he stole back on the counter.

He considered attaching a short note with an apology, but decided against it and spent the next hour searching for more advanced books. Fortunately, last time he was here he recalled there being books like this not far from the ones he stole. Only after finding them, he once again left, making sure to not leave anything that could be traced back to him.

Once he found himself back in the attic, he settled down, before getting down to work. The books were more advanced than the previous ones, going more into depth and with a lot more grammar and proper punctuation being the highlights, not to mention vastly expanded vocabulary. Still, he could slowly see the pattern and with enough time, he shouldn't have any more trouble reading and writing in the damn thing.


The same pattern as the last time was established, but this time, he needed over three weeks to get through the books, which despite his high intelligence, proved to be a problem more than once. He struggled to understand what was the task the book required him to do, often forcing him to check the back of it for the answers.

During that time, a small girl with breasts that were too big for her small frame moved into a small basement, not far from the attic. Luckily for him, she wasn't interested in exploring it. She would go into the city at dawn and come back just as the sun was about to set. She wasn't a threat though, as the VATS showed her to be weak as most of the people in the city.

Two weeks after he began his current books, a boy with white hair and red eyes moved in with her and for some reason, the first thing he thought when he saw the young man was a rabbit. After that, the boy, would go out on his own to the city and come back late, with pouches filled with money called Valis, as he found out. Avoiding them was easy enough, as they completely ignored the attic, probably thinking there was nothing of value in it.

The most important thing he got out of the books, was the general understanding of the world. The city he was located in was called Orario and it was built over a massive dungeon, that spanned dozens of floors below the surface, each one bigger than the previous one. The tower that was built over the entrance was called Babel, while the people who went inside were called adventurers, that went there to fight monsters and earn money, by extracting the same purple gemstones he first found on the monsters, he now knew were called goblins.

That wasn't even the most important thing though, the gods were real in this world, that's what shook him the most. The gods came down to this planet's surface and offered their blessing, called Falna to the adventurers, which allowed them to become stronger, learn new skills and level up. That, in turn, explained the massive disproportion between ordinary people and so-called adventurers that he saw before when he was being chased by the woman, known as Amazons.

The idea of a god or a goddess being someone he had to rely on, work with, be good for to become stronger was disgusting to put mildly. The very idea of it was abhorrent to the Courier. The gods didn't care when the Great War happened, they didn't care when seven billion people died in a war that lasted a total of two hours and now they were here?!

He wanted to crush the book in his hands, making small imprints, before he managed to calm down and put it away. He didn't know how did the gods act, nor did he care. All he knew was that he wanted nothing to do with them. Everything he accomplished was the result of his own blood, sweat, and tears. He was shot, stabbed, blasted with lasers, plasma, missiles, grenades among many others. Not to mention lobotomized against his own will, filled with multiple powerful implants and his body enchanted with powerful perks like Rad Child, Solar Powered and such.

These adventurers might have risked their lives when going to the Dungeon, but they didn't have to survive Deathclaws, Cazadors, Nightstalker or bandits on a regular basis. Their world wasn't destroyed and filled with radiation, invaded by a bunch of slaving marauders or harassed by a bunch of stuck up assholes in power armour. He wanted to be angry, wanted to lash out at something, anything, but… he couldn't.

There was no point in doing so anyway. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, he let his mind calm down as he considered his circumstances. The gods created groups known as Familia, which made the Courier snort in response. Familia? More like willing slavery, if you ask me. These groups would try to look for powerful members to add to their groups, which made him a potential target. So, to avoid that, he had to brave the Dungeon by himself and the monsters contained within.

To do so, he had to register at the guild, because otherwise it would be deemed illegal and cause negative consequences. Bringing up his pipboy, he noticed the clock was about to reach eight AM, which was quite late honestly. Still, it would be more than enough, so he stood up, packed up his entire gear and left, avoiding the other inhabitants of the church and setting out for the Guild, which he found the last time he explored the city. That's where many adventurers went anyway.


The goddess Freya was bored as she gazed upon on the city of Orario from the top of the Babel, a small glass of wine located in her left hand. She was considered to be the most beautiful woman in the world, even in Heaven. Her charm leaving men and women speechless, not able to respond. Her long silver hair, reaching down to her waist, along with her silver eyes, skin white as fresh snow and a perfect golden ratio, so much so, one would think it originated from her.

While most of the time she spent in the Babel gazing upon the city of Orario, even she liked to have fun every now and then. At times like this, she enjoyed putting on a cloak, sneaking out of the Babel and going around the Orario, sitting in a cafe and watching the adventures go past her, watching the adventures and their souls. It was an ability unique to her, which allowed her to see the colour and brilliance of souls, allowing her to estimate the strength of an adventurer.

With a small smile on her lips, she put on the cloak, letting the Ottar know she was leaving for a bit, before making it down into the crowds of Orario. As she walked down the streets, heading in the direction of Hostess of Fertility, navigating through the crowd with practised ease, avoiding bumping into anyone.

That's how it usually went, before a man with a soul that she had never seen before distracted her, which in turn lead to her bumping into him and falling onto her rump. The hood fell backwards, her face exposed. Every single person in their tracks as the gazed upon the goddess, the silence almost thick enough to cut through with a knife. The only exception was the man himself, who knelt in front of her and offered his hand. She gracefully took it and let herself be pulled up, putting on the hood once again.

She didn't expect that, as most people would be charmed, not able to do anything but blink in front of her beauty. This man, however, was unaffected, making sure she wasn't injured, his gaze looking over her. Unfortunately, the people were still staring and she had to disappear, otherwise, it could cause a commotion, which she didn't want. Before she could do that though, the man turned towards the rest of the crowd and growled.

What happened next, made her yelp as a figure of dark and powerful beast manifested itself behind his back, a pair of razor-sharp claws and blood-red eyes, covered in thick scales. The crowd jumped back, some even drawing their weapons, before it disappeared just as quickly as it came, the crowd shaken and doing it's best to leave as soon as they could.

The image itself shook the very being of the goddess, her heart racing, turning hot from the inside. It was engraved in her mind, along with the beauty of his soul. It was different, with two different colours inside it. The first one was red, like blood, covering most of his soul, like a scent that could never be washed away. The second one was grey, the purest form of grey she had ever seen in her entire life.

She blinked her eyes, as the man turned towards her, nodded and started walking away. It felt like her heart was about to jump out from her chest. If she let him go, she would lose her only chance, that's what she felt. Almost losing her composure, she grabbed the man by his arm and asked, "Name… what is your name?"

It came out sounding like a desperate plea, the man turning his attention towards her. She was waiting, her heart beating against her chest before the man turned towards her and put his bag on the ground, forcing her to let go. He then pulled out a clipboard and a pencil, before writing down a single sentence.

"I can't understand you, please, write it down," He wrote, before handing over the utensils. Her hand shook before she managed to calm down enough to write her question down.

Once he saw the question, he responded and wrote, "I am known as Courier Six. Are you all right? Do you need any help?"

She almost spoke out, before reminding herself, he wouldn't understand her. Taking in the clipboard again, her hand brushing against his armour, she wrote, "No, I am fine. Thank you for your concern, mister Six." Before she had corrected her posture and smiled at him.

Satisfied, the man put away the utensils, before nodding, turning away and leaving the goddess alone in the streets. She had fallen many times in love with her children and adventurers, yet for the first time in her life, the goddess of love and beauty had been charmed.