Author's Note: Hope ya'll had a good New Year.

Story will mainly focus on Corey; the other Hunters will come in much later and won't be as numerous. In fact, one Hunter from a different virtue will be placed in the MGQ world. Corey will represent Avenger.

No other characters or monsters will go into the MGQ world, just the Hunters/Imbued. No vampires, werewolves, mages etc. It's why it is not in crossover section because I want more exposure.

Chapter 5: Terrible Swift Sword

After creating my account, I took a nice and warm shower to get me ready for the day. It was still tripping me out that the village looked medieval, but it had working toilets and showers. I was still feeling sour over what happened with Thyra; she just wanted to spend a hot night with me, but I go and blab about shit without any proof.

The problem is how am I going to convince her that they are fakes? The game never showed them attacking and feeding on any men before they revealed themselves on Purple Sabbath…

They MUST be secretly fucking men because since the succubi are more lustful than most of the monster girls, there is no way they can stop themselves from feeding on men for a long while. As I remembered from the game, the monsters were pretty barbaric and obsessed with power.

The monster girls here have a 'might is right' mentality. They weren't gonna listen to the main character's push for coexistence unless he beats them in a fight. Nevermind the fact that they could have just sat down, talked about the issues, and discussed it with the human leaders that controlled the human towns and cities, nope!

Their minds had to be changed by this random fucking kid from a small village that obtained the power to beat them and this kid has no political power in any human nation.

The more I thought about it, the more the memories started to come back. I remembered the one scene at the castle where L was telling them to stop hurting humans, but the Heavenly Knights complained about humans killing monsters and would have to use their powers to put the 'racist humans' in their place.

Funny that Tamamo was also complaining about it too, in till you realize that she's not so innocent and what she truly is…

As I was pondering why they are complaining in the first place while I felt the warm water going down my back; I was hit by a realization. The Knights obviously know that the average human knight or Ilias Hero wasn't gonna defeat a high-level monster, they were more concerned about the weak monsters.

All monsters were subjects to the Monster Lord and her Heavenly Knights; it didn't matter if the monster was a weak slime girl or a powerful dragon girl, all monster lives mattered to them.

If that's the case…

Why didn't any of the Knights invade Grangold and freed the Ant girls from slavery? If there are that concerned with stopping Ilias Heroes from leaving the continent and attacking monsters, why in the fuck didn't they do anything about the monster slaves owned by humans?

I still thought it was strange that L had to beat them instead of just talking things out.

The fate of the world being carried on the back of a naïve teenage hero…

The pen is mightier than the sword doesn't apply here; the mighty sword is all that matters. Politicians apparently didn't mean jack shit unless if they could beat an opponent in the fight in the world of Monster Girl Quest. I had this same issue with the Black Panther movie.

I still loved and enjoyed it, but I disliked the idea that you had to beat someone in an honor duel in order to give them high social status in the society. Being a powerful warrior is one thing, but managing a society and checks, balances, rules, and regulations in the government is completely different.

Just because you got a totally awesome veteran Navy SEAL that can land easy headshots from 100 yards away, is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, is a strong-willed and cunning commander, and has never failed a mission doesn't mean he should have the power of the US president.

L was a damn country bumpkin village kid, so what does he know about maintaining peace across multiple nations?

After washing myself and dressing up, I left the room and went down to get some food. I already mentally plotted my day. First, I was going to eat, go to the weapon shop and buy a sword, experiment with my Cleave power, and then challenge Thyra to a duel to see how strong she was…

I was eating breakfast at a nice little restaurant the village had; it was small, but cute and pleasant. I was sitting at an outside table by myself eating some eggs, bacon, and potatoes, enjoying the warm sunlight heating up my body while also being chilled by the cool morning breeze.

I do recall that it was a running gag that the Succubus Village had a shit ton of potatoes and the succubi were sick of eating it.

"Morning, Corey!" Thyra greeted me with a smile as she sat on a chair next to me. I was about to greet her, but fear suddenly gripped my heart when I looked up to see that the damn Village Chief was with her.

"And how was your night staying in my village, Mr. Winchester?" She said with a welcoming smile.

"F-Fine, the bed was soft, and the food here is delicious." I said trying hard to act cool and not be nervous.

"Thank you, I've been hearing how much my villagers liked riding your machine…"

She got closer to me and placed her hand on my arm and began to rub it; it wouldn't be a big deal, but it was slow and sensual…like she was trying to give my bicep an erotic massage. This immediately sent pleasurable tingles rolling down my spine.

She smelled so nice too…

I wonder what kind of perfume she was using…

"Maybe you can give me a ride too. Just you and me…" She giggled and released me. I sighed in relief as I felt the pressure weighing me down was finally lifted off my shoulders.

"Y-Yeah, maybe later." I replied.

"My good friend here said that you told her I was a succubus."

Fear once again clutched hard at my heart. It didn't help that she was giving me that 'gotcha!' look.

"Could you tell me where such ridiculous rumors started, Mr. Winchester?"

Thyra's warm smile was gone when she greeted me, now she was looking at me with a critical eye like a policeman sizing up a suspect. The Village Chief was doing the same, but she was wearing that creepy smile and it made it a lot more intense.

"Jesus Christ, I just wanted a good fucking peaceful breakfast…" I thought.

Don't fail me now, Drama class.

"Grangold, miss. The rumors started in Grangold. It was propaganda started by the higher ups there to discourage people to go to Succubus Village and since my memories were fucked up when I got here…I thought they were real and actually believed that you and the Fortune Teller were cruel succubi tricking everyone. However, after a good night of rest, I can now confirm that it is a lie. You've took me in and treated me well…" I said sincerely to her.

I then turned to Thyra.

"Sorry about last night, Thyra. If my head wasn't so fucked that night, I would have taken you to bed without hesitation."

"What's this about your memories?" Thyra asked suspiciously.

"Mr. Winchester was suffering head trauma and came here to recover." The Village Chief answered.

"Oh, my I didn't know…" Thyra gasped.

"I apologize for last night and had I knew of your condition; I would have gone for another man."

Wow.

The succubus in disguise just unknowingly saved my ass…

"So are we cool, ladies? Again, I'm sorry for making dumbass accusations. After a good night of rest, my head feels much better and I'm getting my memories back." I held out my hand. The Village Chief grabbed it and shook.

"Apologia accepted and I am not shocked that Grangold would create propaganda about my village."

Thyra grabbed my hand and shook.

"Yes, we are fine. Now…" Thyra smiled.

"Want to hear about my adventures?" She asked.

"I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves. Don't forget to try our village potatoes, Mr. Winchester." The Village Chief giggled.

Ah, there's that potato gag…

"Sure." I said with a smile. The Village Chief left to go do business while the warrior woman began to spin tales about her travels across the world.

Almost an hour passed as we chatted. She was quite the slayer; Thyra has killed a good number of monsters, but humans as well. However, her monster girl body count was higher than humans, which pretty much confirmed that Thyra had a vendetta against monster kind.

"So how did you get that bad ass axe?" I asked her. She took it out and ran her hand on the flat end of the axe blade. It was a nice-looking Norse axe that had runes carved into it; a person that collects Medieval weaponry would have paid top dollar to get that.

"An elf warrior that so kindly handed it to me." Thyra said, giving me a savage smile.

"And how did you kill her?"

"Oh, she was quite an elusive snake she was, evading all of my strikes and almost ended my life by stabbing me in the throat with a hidden knife. It would have been embarrassing if my life ended at the hands of an elf." Thyra said with a chuckle.

"I thought elves were pacifist?"

"They are known for being pacifist nature lovers, but that's a stereotype. Elves can be quite deadly fighters. After all, a Cursed Sword skill was created by an elf of all things."

"Do you have any Cursed Sword skills?" I asked.

I have no idea why the Final Fantasy sword powers in this world are called Cursed Sword skills; there wasn't anything bad or cursed about them. They were just special abilities used by legendary powerful swordsmen from the past. It didn't damn your soul to hell if you used the Cursed Sword skills, or gave you bad luck, or drained your life force, or turned you evil.

"No, I do not. However, I've been trying to create my own skill with the axe I got from the elf. I already made up the name for it; it is called Helmet Cleaver. It is still a work in progress, Corey." She placed her axe down and bit into an apple that she ordered.

"I also have a unique skill called Overdrive; I can triple the power of my strength, agility, and toughness, allowing me to hit harder faster, ignore wounds on my body, and I don't feel pain. It wouldn't matter if I lose a limb, get stabbed in my throat, or someone stabs my heart with a blade, my body will literally keep fighting in till it's been torn asunder."

"Damn, that's some kind of Doom Slayer berserker shit right there." I thought mentally.

"Too many skills have been created by stinky monsters. There needs to be more human-made abilities." The warrior woman said while chewing.

"It's even quite effective against pleasure attacks as I'll be too enraged to give a fuck about cumming." She added.

"I've encountered a succubus trying to fuck a man during my travels; the skanky devil whore tried to use her sex magic against me, but I tore off her wings and tail and then broke her neck. After that, I relieved the poor man, haha." Thyra chuckled with a naughty glint in her eyes.

Fuck, she is brutal. Ripped off a succubus's wings like tearing off butterfly wings? Jesus Christ.

Thyra is a savage and I don't mean savage as in she's cool, but a literal savage that loves ripping apart her enemies. She could have just beheaded the succubus, tearing her wings and tail off is just pure sadism…

"You fucked him?"

"Yep, I had too because the devil whore pumped too much sex magic and maybe I was a bit horny after killing the succubus. We had wet sex because I was covered in the succubus's blood."

Oh sweet sugar honey iced tea.

What the fuck kind of person immediately has sex after just brutally tearing someone to pieces and is covered in blood? Thyra is fucking crazy and I don't think I feel comfortable around her. That explains her icy presence when she gets mad; it's basically her killing intent she's imposing on someone.

I've seen a few anime characters do this when they scare off enemies; they focus such rage and killing intent on a person that they will be discouraged to throw the first punch and will most likely flee. Or if they do fight, the person's murderous presence fucks with their fighting ability, making them nervous and will mess up punches and kicks.

"Is there a downside to using your special skill?" I asked curiously, trying to change the subject.

Thyra sighed sadly.

"Unfortunately as powerful as it is, it takes a massive toll on my body. Just because I'm ignoring damage doesn't mean the damage doesn't just disappear; if I take too much damage even while my skill is surging through my body, I am going to die once it ends. All the damage and pain that I was shrugging off strikes back with a vengeance. I am sadly not invincible."

"Do you use it as a crutch or a last second power-up, so you won't die?"

"I've actually began using it in brief spurts; I channel power into my arm for a quick second to unleash a powerful and fast axe swing that's difficult to dodge. If I know that I'm about to take a strong blow from an enemy, I charge the skill into my skin and bones to greatly reduce the damage of the attack."

"Those scars then-"

"Yes." She nodded.

Thyra began running her hand down her arm that had a few scars on it.

"Most of these scars were from blades or claws from monsters that could dealt worse damage to me, but thanks to my skill, I was able to survive a few fights that your average swordsman would not have gotten out so lucky. That knife wielding elf warrior that was pretty elusive would have ended me…"

"Say, Thyra?" I began.

Thyra is pretty strong, so let's see if I can spar with her.

"Hmmm?"

"Would you like to spar later?"

After Thyra finished taking another bite of her apple, she leaned closer and started to trace circles on my chest with her finger, all while wearing a very giddy grin.

"I've been wanting to duel you ever since I met you. Did you think that I wouldn't notice the strange weapons you carry? I want to see them in action. Time and place, Corey."

I told her to meet me during sunset at the outskirts of the village.

"Good, I'll be looking forward to it all day." Thyra stood up from her chair.

She bowed to me.

"I, Thyra, has accepted your duel, Corey."

"She doesn't have a last name? Strange…" I thought.

"Don't be late and if you don't show, I'll drag your ass to the meeting spot myself. I don't care if you're taking a bath, no man is going to ignore me." Thyra flexed her bicep at me like a bodybuilder showing off.

She picked up a rock the size of a baseball and easily crushed it in her hand. She then took out a long knife and bit it so hard that she actually fucking shattered it!

"The fuck?" I said in amazement.

Was this the power of her skill?

"Uh, I think I'll retract-"

"Oh, I don't think so." Thyra said with a smug smile while waving a finger at me. She then got close to me and brought her lips close to my ear.

"You made the bed Corey, now you must lay down in it…" She whispered.

"Don't worry…I'll lie with you in the bed…" Thyra gave me a quick kiss on my forehead.

She backed away from me.

"Later, I need to speak with a few friends. Don't be late.~~" Thyra gave me a friendly wave before walking away.

"Ah, fuck…" I complained.

I should have chosen one of those male knights at the bar.

Yeah, yeah, I shouldn't be paranoid of Thyra, but she has a history of fighting, brutally killing her enemies, and was basically a child soldier that ripped a man's dick off at the age of fourteen. Compare that to me where I never killed anyone, I've never been in a fight in my life, and although I'm fit and athletic, my body and mind wasn't trained to be a killing machine.

Not to mention her monster heritage makes her a bit stronger than the average human.

All I know is that I'm about to have one hell of a duel.

But at least I have someone to train me to get stronger.

I was in the weapon shop examining the swords that the dude had hanging on the wall. After my chat with the crazy ass warrior lady, I popped into the sword shop to get my trusty blade.

"Please, tell me which one you would like to get. Mr. Winchester." The shopkeeper said to me with a smile.

"Yeah, you got it." I replied and continued studying the swords.

I've never used a sword at all in my whole life; I came from modern Earth, so everyone hardly used swords and relied on guns for combat. Yeah, a blade is useful as you never run out of blade where the gun is powerful yes, but you will run out of bullets. My trusty shotgun is more powerful than any of these swords on the wall, but I don't have an infinite supply of buckshot rounds.

All I got was eight rounds in my shotgun and ten extra rounds left in the trunk of my baby; I should have purchased more bullets instead of putting it off for later, but I didn't foresee being stuck in a fucking monster girl hentai game where female monsters can literally fuck a man to death.

I decided to choose a claymore sword.

"I want this." I said, grabbing the sword and placing it on the counter.

"Oh, that's a good one, Mr. Winchester."

I bought the sword and exited the shop; I don't know a damn thing about fighting with swords, but I need to see if my power would activate if I was actually holding a real sword. I popped into my baby and drove out into the outskirts of town.

I got out of the car when I was so far that I could hardly see the village and unsheathed the sword and studied it, running my hand down the flat end of the sword.

"Alright, here goes…"

"Cleave!"

I said out loud while picturing the image of a flaming sword in my mind; I felt the sword vibrate and the blade became warm, but other than that, the sword didn't catch on fire and it wasn't covered in in any energy aura.

To test to see if I made it stronger, I swung the sword towards a nearby tree to see if I can cut through it like knife through butter. To my disappointment, the blade didn't cut through the tree and the blade got stuck in the tree trunk. I parked my baby nearby a bunch of trees, stopping at the entrance of a forest.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I grunted as I pulled the sword out of the tree.

Despite the sword vibrating and the blade becoming warm, it didn't make the sword sharper, increased its cutting power, and didn't do any impressive damage to the tree.

I sighed.

I guess I need to be attacked by a monster, or witness someone being attacked by a monster to fully unleash its power. After all, Avengers were born from seeing a non-human creature tormenting a human being while I merely chose to be an Avenger.

That's probably why I couldn't use Cleave that well; I didn't become an Avenger during a hostile encounter with a demon or monster, I simply chose to become one. I had the power, but I unfortunately couldn't fully access it in till I get into a real life or death battle.

I walked back to my baby and decided to listen to some music while smoking a death stick; I was listening to Temptations by 2Pac and it was so good hearing modern music again. I still didn't want to do any of this shit, I wanted to go home and listening to some rap is making me even more home sick.

I exhaled smoke from my cigarette as I relaxed in the driver's seat.

My thoughts went to Thyra as I smoked.

Why does a monster-blooded human hate the monsters so much? Her increased physical power came from having monster heritage, so why does she dislike the very thing that made her strong? Being an ordinary human in this world was not going to get you far.

It sucks that humans didn't have their own strength in this world and that it all had to come from the monsters or angels.

No Aura that random humans can gain like in Rwby.

No cool anti-monster artifacts that can be passed down as heirlooms for a monster hunting human family, so that a normal human with no powers can use it as an equalizer to beat a monster stronger than him.

No stand power like in JoJo if the person had a strong enough will.

Yeah, you got monster-blooded humans that are a bit stronger than average humans, but they don't count because their power comes from monsters and they have that cliché special bloodline, like in Naruto with that whole Kekkei Genkai shit. It would be all the more meaningful if a human's strength came from his training and hard work, not because of good seed.

This world pretty much ran on the whole 'only one person can save the world' rule. Yeah, yeah, L does get support from other characters, but the point still stands as he resolves 80% of the conflict across the world, showing just how useless and incompetent the humans are in this world.

I had to try again to use Cleave. I was part of the Virtue of Zeal, meaning the Hunters like Avengers, Defenders, and Judges were all about kicking the shit out of monsters with a combination of righteous fury, flaming swords, and shotgun blasts. I think that's why I can't use my power that well.

The realization hit me like a bullet train as my eyes widened; it wasn't just because I needed to be attacked by a monster to activate my powers, it was…

Righteous rage.

I wasn't angry enough to use my powers.

The problem with that is that I didn't have a life of hardships; my life back in Vegas was pretty damn good, so I didn't really have anything to rage about. I wasn't abused, I wasn't poor, my family and friends were supportive and had my back, and I'm not suffering from any mental or physical disabilities. I was also a chill nigga and wasn't quick to throw a punch at the slightest provocation.

Or…

Maybe I can rage about injustices being done to others?

I got up from my baby, threw away my death stick, and grabbed my sword to try again. However, this time, I was thinking about all the bad things that happened to people across the world.

Innocent children being raped and murdered…

Soldiers not returning home to their families…

Rapists forcing themselves on people…

Pedos grooming children…

Corrupt politicians fucking over the working class…

As I was charging power into the sword, the blade started to get hotter and hotter as the images of innocent men, women, and children being fucked over flipped through my mind.

Steam started to emit from the sword and the next thing I know, a yellowish fire-like aura surrounded the sword. The blazing aura emitted a noise that was a combination of burning wood and surging electricity.

I would have been amazed and happy at the achievement, but I was feeling uncontrollable wrath growing inside me and I couldn't stop it. The aura started to surround my arm and in just a few seconds, the aura now covered my body. It felt like my body was set on fire, but I wasn't being hurt by the flames.

I grunted trying to push down this rage and bloodlust that just kept rising down, but I was helpless as I began to consume my body.

My mind started to go to images of people being victimized by monsters…

Vampires draining humans dry…

Werewolves tearing humans to pieces…

Demons devouring the souls of humans…

TERRIBLE SWIFT SWORD.

I heard a ghostly whisper in my head.

"Ah!" My arm swung the sword and to my shock and amazement, the sword unleashed some kind of energy blast that tore through the ground with ease, vaporized multiple thick trees almost instantly, and just kept traveling in till it unleashed an explosion a good distance away from me.

It wasn't over.

The explosion seemed to unleash some kind of yellow mist that had white lightning clashing in it; I heard the sounds of metal being struck against metal emit from the 'mist' that moved across the ground at high speeds, ripping and tearing through the earth like shovels digging faster than the speed of sound. It was almost as if the 'mist' was alive as it looked like it was searching for enemies to kill given how it moved like a predator hunting for prey, moving across the ground and air aggressively.

I had this feeling of righteous fury and pride surge through my body as if I became a weapon created by God himself.

I smiled as I felt the energy empower me.

I was a weapon to end anything that threatens mankind.

I was a weapon that creatures of the night will be terrified to fight.

I was a weapon to surpass-

"NO!" I shouted in desperation.

"STOP IT!"

My sword suddenly shattered with the pieces of blade flying everywhere. Thankfully, I was not hit by a metal shard.

The energy aura around me began to fade away. I collapsed to my knees panting in exhaustion as I started to sweat like a dog in a Chinese sweatshop. The blade of the sword was in shambles and the sword handle was sizzling with a lot of steam coming off it.

The 'living mist' disappeared before my eyes, leaving a wake of earth that has been torn asunder. It looked like a bunch of shovels that were digging at the speed of a bullet went crazy on the ground; there were also scorched marks on the earth like someone was detonating napalm bombs in the area.

If I would have to make an educated guess about the destruction, the energy wave that was tearing things asunder and vaporizing things would have been as wide as Boeing 747 plane. The explosion would have been at least the size of a football field, so about 100-yards and the fact that the crater is so deep that my car can fall in get stuck in it, it's pretty deep that I can see rocks that aren't normally close to the surface.

The 'living' mist? It couldn't estimate its size as it kept growing by the second…

A good portion of the trees, plants, and grass were reduced to nothingness...

"H-Holy shit…" I said in awe. My right arm that swung the sword was hurting like hell; I didn't pull a muscle, but it felt like I was doing push-ups all day and felt very stiff. It also couldn't stop fucking shaking like I was having a seizure.

I managed to crawl back into the driver's seat to catch my breath.

Where in the fuck did that come from?

All Cleave did was just empower your close-ranged attacks with some supernatural power to hit the monster hard.

But instead of that, it turned my mundane sword into a magical sword that just unleashed devastating energy waves that slices and vaporizes everything in its way before unleashing an explosion that can level buildings; if that it ain't bad enough, killer smoke screen that had lightning dancing in it appeared after the blast and it seemed to be alive.

Cleave was a Level 1 Edge, so it's not supposed to be this strong. Could it be that my Hunter powers don't have a handicap here like in World of Darkness where it's a struggle for your average Hunter to kill a vampire?

A Hunter taking on a werewolf in a one-on-one fight is borderline suicide, but what I just did now? I can easily destroy an entire pack of werewolves, even if they had nature spirits aiding them with that crazy ass attack. Fuck, I don't even think an elder vampire would have survived that attack.

I thought of the same images of people being attacked by monsters and channeled Cleave into my left hand. If using a sword allowed me to unleash destructive energy waves like Zoro from One Piece, would using Cleave with my fist will allow me pull off All Might's United States of Smash attack?

Despite me focusing power and thinking about the images of monsters attacking people, no energy surged through my arm. I quickly concluded that I pretty much just threw all of my energy into that one attack.

I was out of gas and no matter how much I focused, Cleave will not activate. My Conviction level was absolute zero.

I also shouldn't be trying to attack again when my right arm is still having a damn seizure. I am glad the seizure isn't effecting my whole body because I've would have been fucking helpless out here. No calling on Thyra to help me if I was in a seizure way out in the wilderness...

Unfortunately, my right arm might as well be paralyzed because I couldn't stop it from shaking and even simply forcing my hand to grab something was a struggle; I really hope this shit goes away soon.

"Ah, shit!" I gritted my teeth in pain as agony started to flare up in my right arm. I'm so glad I drove far away so nobody would see me, but I needed to get back to the village and rest. I needed to get back quickly because exhaustion started to seep into my muscles.

I drove back to the village, trying hard to stay awake as It wouldn't be a good idea if I slept so far out in the wilderness; a damn monster would have captured me while I slept. Although it sucked driving with my left hand as I'm a rightee, I managed to wing it.

Thankfully, I was able to make it to the village in time before I started struggling to move my feet forward and my eye lids started to get heavy.

I went to my room and collapsed in my bed, having no time to take off my clothes.