A groan escaped my lips, my eyes cracking open as the bright assault of the sun woke me up. Looking away from the harsh light, my eyes began to adjust to my surroundings.

I was in some kind of bedroom, with a nightstand by my side. There was a vanity in the far corner of the room, next to a large closet and an open door that led to some kind of bathroom. A large carpet covered the floor, sitting in the center of the room.

My hand clenched, grabbing some kind of comforter blanket. Finally taking notice of where I was laying down, I appreciated the comfort I was in. The bed I was on had to be at least a queen, taking up half the wall behind me.

Pulling the blanket off of me, I stared down at what I could see of my own body. It was tanned, like I had lived in the sun all my life. I was also a guy, if the appreciable bulge in my boxers were anything to go by.

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Greetings User, you are a body clone of the Personification of Destruction, an Aspect of what It is! Please, take some time to complete the Tutorial!

Fucking hell, a tutorial? Is this one of those video game thingies? Gamer thing? Whatever it was called. "Sure thing."

Fabulous! Now then, unlike most other Gamer Systems, this one is not combat oriented! Instead, it is a bare bones system meant to add more spice to your experience in this world! As you go through life, new features and options will become available! For now,

Please take a look at your Status! You can do this by either saying or thinking the word "Status" with the intent of opening it!

"Status."

Darius

Age: 19

Race: Aspect of Destruction

Current Occupation: None

Uh, was that it?

Indeed. As previously stated, this System is rather bare bones, and not combat oriented. However, do not fret! There are other features available for use!

Please go to the Perks Menu!

Well, if I must. "Perks."

Perks: 3

Windows of the Soul

Paragon of Destruction

Speed Reader

Raising an eyebrow at the perk names, I began to read through each one.

Speed Reader

Your mind is on another level, able to pick up ideas and skills at a prodigious rate.

Paragon of Destruction

Your body is beyond human, the power of Destruction flowing through you.

Windows of the Soul

As with all Aspects of Destruction, your eyes have an unnatural gleam to them. While this manifests differently in each Aspect, you find that you can draw out the truth in a person.

Oh wow. These are way too overpowered! There has to be some kind of downside to this!

Think of this as compensation for the fact that this System does not have the capacity to create levelable skills or hold magic. Please, open the Reputation and Relationships Menu!

Made sense I suppose. Still, at least I had some cool ass perks. "Reputation and Relationships."

Reputation: None

Relationships: None

As you meet new people and become a more well-known figure, this menu will fill out with the relevant information!

This concludes the Tutorial!

Fucking what?! That's the whole god damn tutorial?! Mother's nonexistent ass!

Grumbling to myself, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. My body wobbled for a moment, unused to standing, before I managed to balance myself. "Well, this is weird."

Tentatively, I took a single step forward. And then another. I began to walk around the room, frowning as my head throbbed. I… I had memories of walking. Of how to do it, but I've never actually done it. The strange dissonance between my muscle memory and my actual memories made my head hurt slightly, though I pushed past it.

Stopping at the nightstand, I noticed what looked to be a closed letter and a wrapped chocolate cube on it. Ignoring the letter, I grabbed the chocolate candy from the nightstand and gently rolled it around my hand, focusing on the feeling of the wrapper on the skin.

The temptation was eventually too big to ignore, and I eventually tore open the chocolate candy and popped it in my mouth. The taste seemed dull at first, just a slight hint of milk chocolate on my tongue. But then, the candy began to melt slightly within my warm mouth, and the flavor seemed to suddenly jump in quality. It was sweet, but not obnoxiously so. And it had a slight uniqueness in the flavor, something that my false memories told me was the actual chocolate.

It was wonderful.

Swallowing the candy, I folded up the wrapper and placed it back on the nightstand, turning my attention to the letter.

Dear Seven,

I'm not quite sure when you are going to wake up, but should you do so while I'm not here, this letter should fill you in on the basics. My name is Daria, The Third Aspect of Destruction, and I'm going to be your caretaker for a little while. Doesn't that just sound lovely?

Now then, if I just so happen to not be there, you may help yourself to the amenities in my apartment. There are some clothes in the closet that should fit you, and you should probably take a shower. If you're feeling a bit naughty, my room is down the hall from yours. My underwear drawer is the nightstand to the left of my bed~. Make sure to leave me a nice, warm, present if you decide to indulge.

Until then, sit tight! Big Sis will be there very soon!

Love, Daria.

P.S. Nice cock.

I… I have so many questions. One, why did she tell me where her underwear drawer was?! Why was that necessary?! Two, why did she look at my dick?! I feel like that's kind of private! Three, does she have television?

Tossing the letter back on the nightstand, I walked over to the vanity, rubbing my eyes as I stopped in front of it and stared at my reflection. My hair was a silky black, hanging down just below my eyes. Speaking of eyes, I kind of get what Windows of the Soul meant by them. They were an unnatural shade of navy and seemed to have an almost iridescent quality to them, the shade darkening or brightening depending on how I moved my head.

Attempting to focus on Windows of the Soul, I watched as my eyes gained a subtle glow about them. They were piercing, gazing forward with a sharp stare.

I looked away, instead focusing on the rest of my face. My features were strong, decently defined enough to make me question if I was really only nineteen. I looked older, especially with the light stubble that seemed to have grown recently.

All in all? I want a portable mirror so that I can look at myself whenever I want. Which is blatantly narcissistic, but god damn it do I think it's justified here.

It took longer than I'd like to admit to tear myself away from the mirror, but eventually I made my way over to the closet. I was right about it being large earlier, the closet being deep enough to walk inside it and wide enough to be comfortable while doing so.

The only issue with it is that it was mostly empty, only a few short-sleeved shirts and a couple pairs of sweatpants. Nothing groundbreaking, but it'll do for now.

Grabbing a shirt and a pair of pants, I threw them over my shoulder and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as I began to get ready for the day.

"Well, this is fucking surreal."

Rubbing a towel over my wet hair, I took in the strange sight before me. The apartment I was in was some weird fusion of a normal, albeit very expensive, city apartment and what were the most stereotypical Japanese design choices I had ever seen.

For the most part, it's a generally very western style apartment. Especially considering the fact that it's bigger than like two rooms and has an actual bed rather than a futon. But then, just when everything looks normal, bam! Stereotypical Japanese sliding door thingie. Whatever those are called.

It was like someone took a normal ass ritzy apartment, and then just started adding random details they saw in an anime once. So, either I just don't know shit about what actual Japanese ritzy apartments look like, which is probable, or this Daria is a total Weeb.

I really hope it's the former.

Watering the kitchen, I began to rummage through the pantry drawer, pointedly ignoring the surplus of cup ramen and instead grabbed a box of cereal. I gave the box a single cursory glance, some boring corn flake cereal, before shrugging and tossing it on the counter.

Sliding across the counter, I popped open the fridge and scanned the shelves. They were mostly empty, a few canned beers in the fridge and a bottle of soda, but right near the top was a carton of whole milk. As god intended. Is there even a god? Whatever, doesn't matter.

Grabbing the milk, I placed it next to the box of cereal and began to search the other cupboards for a bowl and some silverware. Though that was kind of a challenge, considering the majority of the cupboards were empty. Seriously, there were like two pots and a single pan.

Thankfully, I managed to find a bowl and a spoon, of which there were three and six, respectively. Either this Daria lady just moved in, or she's just a horrible cook and lives off of cup ramen. Which would be disappointing.

Pouring the cereal and milk into the bowl, in that exact order, I took my spoon and dug out a decent helping of corn flakes and ate it. Hm, they were pretty bland, especially in comparison to that chocolate from earlier, but it was a nice bland. Something small and inoffensive to the palate.

I like it.

Picking the bowl up, I made my way over to what looked to be the living room, opening the out of place sliding door leading to it.

"Well, shit."

The living room was fairly bare, the walls empty and the floor mostly clear. In the center of the room, was some really short table surrounded by some weird pillow looking things. On the far end of the room, was a large television. Fucking score.

Placing my bowl down, I sat down criss cross applesauce and grabbed the TV remote. Stuffing my face with more corn flakes, I turned on the TV to see what she had been watching last.

"Harder Onii-Chan!"

"Jesus H. Fuck! Why?!"

Unfortunately, I was chewing during that small outburst, and I accidentally ended up inhaling a few cornflakes. Dropping the remote, I slammed my fist against my chest, coughing as the corn flakes scratched my insides. All the while, the hentai continued to play at max volume.

I need to grab that god damn remote.

Coughing up the last of the corn flakes, I reached over to grab the TV remote that I had accidentally dropped.

Only for my knee to hit the bottom of the table and send my cereal flying into the air.

"This is bullshit."

The bowl landed on my head, sending corn flakes and milk down my head and onto my body.

"Oh my~."

Letting out a sigh, I turned my head over to the feminine voice, and froze. She looked… unsettlingly like me. The same navy eyes, same black hair, hell, even some of the same facial features. Just way more feminine and sharp.

Also, she had tits the size of a zip code.

"Fufufu, are you going to stare at me all day, Seven?"

Her voice snapped me out of my daze, the sound sultry and velvety as it both aroused and creeped me out. Though the former was probably because of the eerie similarities between us. "The physics in your apartment are broken, and I am now covered in cereal."

Her eyes gleamed in amusement, a hand on her hips as she smirked. "Oh? That won't do at all. How about we go to the bathroom and… clean you up?"

"This feels vaguely incestuous."

She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as she did so. "You don't know the half of it. Now then, let's get going."

Turning around slowly, she sashayed out the room, her hips swaying and drawing attention to her tight pencil skirt and sinful ass.

Maybe there is a god.

It hadn't taken too long to clean up, a quick shower getting rid of the stickiness from the cereal. Though it was a little weird that Daria had stood outside the bathroom door the whole time, a shit eating grin on her face as she dragged me out and back towards the living room.

Which brings us to now.

Sipping the canned beer in my hand, my eyes flicked towards her face. She was chewing on some cup ramen, using a pair of chopsticks to lift the noodles to her lips and eat them. The broth from the noodles coated her lips, making them shine as her tongue darted out and licked them clean.

"It seems the family narcissism is strong in you, Darius."

I cleared my throat, looking into her eyes and giving her a light glare. "Excuse me?"

She leaned forward on the table, exposing a large amount of cleavage as she stared across the table at me. Her eyes almost shifted with every little movement of her head, their iridescent nature captivating me. "You've been staring at my face a lot. Oh sure, you've also looked at my breasts, ass, and thighs a lot, but your focus has been on my face for the most part. A face that looks like a female version of you in your eyes."

My lips twitched downwards slightly, though I didn't deny her claim. And how could I? It was all true, which was the confusing part. Oh sure, she was carnal desire and sin incarnate regardless of the fact that she looked like a paler female me, but it was the face that did it for me. An instinctual attraction that was more than just animalistic lust. It was something that enticed me on what felt like a natural level, and it reminded me of a sexual version of my own narcissistic behavior earlier.

I'm not sure I quite like that.

Taking another sip of my beer, I quickly decided to change the topic. "What's with the table?"

There was a slight confusion in her eyes, before she caught onto what I meant and just chuckled. "Well, it's a chabudai. You know, that thing they use in Earth style anime? I find them quite comfortable."

Earth style? "What do you mean by that? Earth style. Are we not on Earth?"

She blinked, before biting her lip slightly and grumbling to herself. Sighing, she cleared her throat and stared me in the eye. "Right, so here's a quick history lesson. A couple hundred years ago, this place was a typical medieval town. But I made a bet with Darian, you'll meet him later, to see how quickly we could advance society to a more modern-day equivalent. Of course, we went with a few different approaches. He preferred a more western approach, and I wanted to make it more like an anime. Cause why not? We ended up somewhere in the middle."

Slurping up another noodle, she continued. "Still, it's pretty cool to think that we took such a backwater civilization and made it something so modern. Though that's probably the appeal of Minecraft in general."

I slammed my can down onto the table, using more force than I had originally intended to. "Wait a minute, time out. Did you just say Minecraft? Also, how old are you?"

A quiet laugh escaped her lips, and she gently placed the cup ramen down on the table. "My my, asking a lady her age? You certainly are bold."

"Daria."

She sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. Yes, this place is technically a universe based off of Minecraft. So there are zombies, creepers, Enderman, and all that jazz. Though they've been reduced dramatically. Modern technology being very efficient at killing. And as for my age, well I'm around a thousand at least. Darian's even older than that."

I leaned forward slightly, taking all that in. This place was once like Minecraft, but since Minecraft is a blank slate when it comes to just about everything, I suppose it shouldn't surprise me as much as it does. I mean, add a single sapient race to the world and it'll start to look like a generic fantasy world. Add a few hundred years and the meddling of apparently immortal beings, and you get something resembling Earth as those beings remember it.

Finishing off the canned beer, I pushed past the Minecraft revelation. "And who is Darian? I'm assuming he's like us. Or we're like him? Whatever. Who is he?"

A softer smile graced her lips, something akin to affection shining in her eyes. "The old man? He's the second Aspect of Destruction. Been here a hundred years longer than I have. He's like a grumpy old dad to us. Well, to me anyway. Unfortunately, the others have long since passed away. You're the first one of us to show up in over three hundred years."

Her voice had turned somber towards the end, a mournful look in her eyes as she stared into the cup ramen. Taking this as a sign to back off, I decided to try and lighten the mood. "This whole situation has gone from feeling vaguely incestuous, to just being incestuous."

It took a moment for her to catch on to what I said, but when she did, a smile graced her lips. It seems the idea of incest was enough to lift her mood, something which didn't surprise me as much as it should. Her eyes flashed in amusement, and she placed a hand on the table. "Oh? Well, you wanna know something else that I like about this table?"

Despite my many reservations, I couldn't help but lean in closer. The back of my mind screamed at me to stay focused and to ignore her insinuations, but they seemed to go silent as soon as I stared into her eyes. They drew me in, enticing me as I quietly spoke. "…And what is that?"

Her hand tensed, and she slowly climbed atop the table. Her knees rested on top of the table, the pale and sensual flesh of her thigh wrapped up in black stockings as she crawled closer.

My eyes trailed up her body, pausing as her large breasts came into view. They squeezed against her button-down shirt, the slightest movement making them bounce hypnotically. The first few buttons were undone, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage.

I-I needed to stop this. There were still so many things I didn't know. I had to focus on what was more important. And right now, this wasn't-

A soft hand caressed my jaw, gently tilting my head up. My resistance failed as soon as we made eye contact, the iridescent navy smoldering with sin and desire. Her hair, long and thick, fell over her shoulders and framed her face beautifully, sucking me in further.

Her lips came closer, going past my own and instead resting on my ear as she whispered softly. "This."

She pulled back, resting her hands on my shoulders as she pulled herself into my lap. Dragging herself down my chest, she wrapped her supple thighs around my waist and pushed her soft chest into mine.

Our noses touched as she sat there, arms resting on my shoulders as she bit her lip. My own hands were resting on her hips, unsure of what I should do as I lost myself in her eyes.

"What are you waiting for?"

Her voice was sweet, like chocolate, and just as addicting. I wanted to hear more of it. To hear it moan, tired and satisfied as I-

"We… we shouldn't. I-I have questions."

She smirked, sitting back and retracting her arms from my shoulders and placing her hands on her own. Slowly, sensually, they began to travel down her body, cupping her ample breasts over her shirt and giving them a light shake. My head swayed, captivated as I followed their movement.

They then travelled down her stomach, running over her waist and atop my hands. She dragged them lower, resting my hands on her firm and plump ass.

"We can do whatever we want."

I couldn't help myself, squeezing her ass as I pulled her closer to me, biting the inside of my cheek as she let out a throaty and saccharine moan. Her lips looked so inviting, soft, plush, and devilishly sweet. I wanted it, craved it.

I shoved my face into the crook of her neck, suckling it as I tried to stave off the temptation.

"Ah! Darius, why do you resist? Don't worry about it so much, love. Just look me in the eyes, and kiss me."

Her fingers weaved themselves into my hair, guiding me away from her pale neck and holding me in place as we stared into each other's eyes. Her's glowed with pure unadulterated lust, drawing me closer as I-

Wait, glow. Windows of the Soul.

My own eyes narrowed, stopping myself mere moments before my lips touched her own. "What are you doing to me?"

She tilted her head, eyes losing their focus as she began to stutter out and answer. "I-I'm using my eyes to draw out your natural desires and lust."

Clarity returned to her, and she pushed herself off my lap and onto the table. "Why did I just tell you that?"

I frowned, scooting back a bit as I answered. "You brought out my desire with your eyes, I brought out the truth with my own. Tit for tat."

Bobbing her head slowly, she cleared her throat and crossed her legs, regaining her composure. "Not even a whole day and you've already begun to develop your powers. You're a special one alright."

I didn't say anything, refusing to look her in the eye as my gaze swept the room idly, before landing on her nose. Daria sighed, standing up and giving me a small smile. "I'm sorry for that. I just got a bit worked up. I mean, I can bring forth the bestial desire in people, but it can be hard to hold back my own at times. Why don't you ask me those questions you were so adamant about? I promise you, I won't do it again."

There was something hollow about her promise, perhaps it was how little I knew her. Regardless, it was hard not to trust her. Something about looking at her and constantly remembering the resemblance between us made it hard to hold a grudge. "Fine. But if you do it again, I'm tossing out all the cup ramen in the pantry and replacing it with kale and cheese sandwiches."

She gasped, holding her hand up with faux horror. "Oh my! To think, my handsome younger brother could be so mean to his sexy, salacious, bombshell of a big sister!"

"You're making it weird."

A laugh escaped her lips. "It was always weird Darius. You just have to embrace it."

Her hand stretched down, offering me assistance from my position on the floor. Giving her a shrug, I grasped her hand and stood up. Once I was on my feet, I paused as I realized that she stood slightly taller than me. Though the heels on her feet answered that one for me.

"So, what questions did you have for beautiful old me?"

Letting go of her hand, I took a step back and leaned against the wall. "Well, if we're all cut from the same cloth, why are our personalities and appearances so different?"

She hummed, tapping her finger against her chin as she slowly walked over to the room's exit. "We may be cut from the same cloth, but that doesn't mean our shape is the name. Maybe you were cut into a star, and I was cut into a beautiful sex goddess? The point is, we may have the same template, but we have different interpretations of that template. You know?"

That… made sense? She worded it really weirdly, but I got exactly what she meant by it. "I guess. Also, why are you slowly walking over to the door like I can't see you?"

A cat-like grin stretched across her face. "I'm glad you asked! Since you're going to be staying with me for the time being, that makes me your legal guardian! And as your legal guardian, I'm going to have to clothe you and make sure you're educated. Basically, come on, we're going shopping and meeting the old man."

Old man? So, this mysterious Darian guy? Wait a minute, education? "I don't need an education. I'm a grown man stuck in a teenager's body."

Daria didn't stop moving, instead grabbing the handle to the door and sliding it open. "As your Onee-Chan, you have to do what I say. So, hurry up and put on your shoes."

I blinked, still mentally processing what she said before I yelled after her. "That's not how that works! Also, I don't have any shoes!"

She just laughed.

In the end, I ended up having to borrow a pair of shoes Daria had in her closet. Not women's shoes mind you, men's shoes. A pair of men's shoes, of which she had an entire closet full of. When I asked why, she just gave me a wink and pointed to her ass.

Which was an effective way to answer, not gonna lie.

From there, it was a relatively quick drive to some sort of large mall, of which Daria dragged me into before I could even ask where we were.

I don't think I like having a "Big sister" all that much. It feels dirty.

"And what do you think of this style, little brother?"

Very dirty.

The style in question was some kind of random jeans and shirt combo, of which there were probably an infinite number of. "I'm not sure that counts as a style. Also, stop calling me that."

A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, her hands throwing themselves into the air and tossing the clothes in them onto the floor. "I meant the jeans and a t-shirt style. It is a classic for guys, since it takes zero work, and you can sleep in it."

Waving to a nearby store employee, I gave him a silent apology as I picked up the discarded clothes. "I mean, I can see the appeal. But isn't that a bit, I dunno, lazy?"

Scoffing, Daria rested her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. "Is that not perfect for you? You're a teenager Darius. Isn't that what teenagers like?"

I raised an eyebrow, waving the clothes in my hands up and down. "Daria, I keep telling you, I don't feel like a teenager. I feel like an adult in their mid-to-late twenties. And how I dress is very important for how people base their first impressions on me. Being lazy isn't going to earn me any points."

Taking a clothes hanger from the rack, I hung the shirt back where it was and folded the jeans, placing them back on the stand. Satisfied with myself, I turned back to Daria just in time for her hand to land on my shoulder. "Darius, you should relax a bit. It'll take some time for your false memories to even out with your body. My advice? Enjoy yourself and make your own memories. Trust me, it will help with settling your mind. If you keep focusing on what those implanted thoughts think you are, you'll miss out on what you're doing. Do you know what I mean?"

I maintained eye contact with her, still weary of her abilities as I slowly nodded. "I get it. Be a teenager, because I won't be able to do it again. I'm still not going to be lazy looking though. Teenagers are prideful, right? Well, I want to look snazzy, so my pride is satiated."

There were a few moments of quiet between us, and I could tell she was thinking up a storm. Though on what, I couldn't say.

Finally, she gave me a nod. "I believe I got it. I'm going to go grab something, you stay tight right here. Trust me, I think you're going to like this."

"I promise to only doubt you a little bit."

She grinned, turning on her heel and walking deeper into the store with a swing to her hips. Even when she wasn't trying, that woman was still uncomfortably sexy.

"Thanks for shopping with me Ben-Kun!"

Idly, I turned my gaze over to where the voice was, finding a guy and a girl going through the women's clothing section. The girl was pretty enough, a cute face and soft body in a summer dress. Her straw-like hair was done in a braid, which accentuated the farm girl vibe she had. All in all, a decent seven out of ten. Which was the average here. pretty much. I haven't seen anyone lower than a six, and I'm pretty sure that guy was dying or something.

My eyes drifted over to the dude, raising an eyebrow at his utterly bland appearance. He wore some kind of ratty hoodie and sweatpants, his boringly brown hair falling over into his eyes and spiking out near the back. It was almost like a lazy man's mullet. Whatever, nothing interest-

"N-No problem Milly-Chan! I enjoy hanging out with you!"

LIAR!

"Ah, fuck!"

My head pounded all of a sudden, a sharp pain stabbing into my skull as I held my head. A few passerby's looked over at me in concern, though I ignored them in favor of subtly making my way over to the couple.

The girl, Milly or whatever, held out a rather cute white blouse and held it in front of her chest. "What do you think? Think I can pull this off?"

The guy rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, smiling broadly as he answered her. "You look great in anything!"

FRAUD!

Holding in a wince, I watched as the gal turned around to grab another blouse, going on her tippy toes to reach a particularly nice beige top. The guy quickly checked his sides, completely missing me as I stood a few feet behind him.

And then he fell forward.

The way he did so was strange, as he didn't actually trip on anything. He was just standing one minute, and falling the next. And with the way things were looking, he would collide with her, and they'd probably sprawl out onto the floor, no doubt in a very compromising position.

My hand shot out and grabbed the back of his shirt.

"Careful there man, you almost tumbled into the lovely young lady right here."

The girl in question spun around, obviously alarmed because of what almost happened. She let out a light gasp, covering her mouth as she stared at the guy. "Oh no! Ben-Kun, are you alright?"

Ben looked between her and I, obviously startled before his expression shifted into an embarrassed smile. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay! I went to grab one of the blouses I thought looked cute, and I must've tripped!"

SNAKE!

Milly looked ready to swoon, for some reason, so I interjected, lifting him back to his feet and looking down towards him. "Careful then next time. I mean, who knows what sort of compromising or embarrassing things could have happened. I doubt your girlfriend would be too happy about that."

Milly's face flared a deep red, her arms waving in front of her face as she readily denied it. "H-He's not my boyfriend! W-We're just childhood friends is all!"

Interesting.

Giving her a gentle smile, I crossed my arms and titled my head a bit. "Really now? I guess I must've assumed it then. Figured you were too cute not to be spoken for. Sorry about that."

She blushed slightly, eyes looking away from my own as she held her hands together. "O-Oh! W-Well thank you! My name is Amelia Miles, but my friends call me Milly!"

…Shit, I don't have a last name. Okay, think, what sounds vaguely like an actual last name? Uh, Ariel? No, that's a mermaid name. Adam? That's a first name. Cereal? I'm just hungry.

Going with the flow, I gave her a nod and reciprocated. "Hi, my name is Darius… Adiel. But please, just call me Darius."

She blushed again, something which I was fairly sure wasn't healthy and didn't happen naturally, but I pushed it aside and filed it under "Insane Anime Minecraft World Logic" and ignored it. For the best really.

Before I could continue talking with the girl, Ben cleared his throat and quickly marched over to Milly's side. "It was nice meeting you and all, but we really need to hurry! Hope to see you again!"

TREACHERY!

I gave them a wave, waiting until they were out of sight before letting a frown cross my expression. That guy… I don't trust him. Not one bit.

For being in the presence of someone able to agitate your powers, you have gained a Perk!

Snake in the Garden

A little white lie is fine every now and again, but there are some who are so steeped in treachery that you can spot them from a mile away, like snakes in the garden tempting innocents with temptation and empty promises.

Well, that wasn't ominous at all.

"Darius, I thought I told you to stay where you were!"

Turning around, I came face to face with an annoyed Daria, a shopping cart filled with various clothes filling it. Stepping away from the cart, she took a few short steps towards me and crossed her arms under her bust. "What were you even doing in the women's section?"

I tilted my head, thinking back to the girl and the snake of a man who had accompanied her. My lips twitched downward, though I stopped myself from frowning. "I saw a villainous scheme and decided to rescue a damsel in distress. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to stop the villain from taking her with him. She couldn't see the lies he hid behind, sadly enough."

She blinked, staring at me before she shrugged and ruffled my hair. "That was fairly dramatic. Now then, come along. I need you to try on some clothes."

Damn it.

This was an idea that I came up with while vacuuming my living room, funnily enough. I was going over a bunch of random story ideas that I had, and then I remembered how annoying harem anime is, Especially the protagonist. It kind of snowballed from there, and I needed an excuse to make this story, since original works aren't allowed on FF, so I decided "Hey, what if I just use the same characters as ACH and just call this a "Fun Reimagining" of the story? Technically, it's still fanfiction cause Minecraft, and it's also a fanfiction of my own fanfiction. I'm not sure how well that last one will hold up under scrutiny.

But yeah, I shared the idea with the Discord lads (Of Fiction and Fuckups - discord. gg/ hcY94FPcpD ) and they pretty much loved it. Then I went into an almost insane state of writing and ended up finishing it in less than 24 hours. So yeah.

Rather than have Review of the Chapter, as there aren't any reviews yet, let's just discuss what this story is meant to be. Well, it's a lighthearted (probably) story about the ACH characters in a Harem Anime/Visual Novel and the Harem "Protagonist" is a complete douchebag who manipulates the girls around him by acting like the stereotypical Harem Protagonist. So, Darius decides to step in and ruin this guy's week. And how does he do this? Why by doing the one thing a Harem Protagonist never does, get laid. Now obviously there'll be more to it than just that, but that is the simplest way I can describe it. Darius is gonna act like the Harem Antagonist, but the motivations will be flipped. Darius wants to stop Ben (Harem "Protagonist") from manipulating the women around him, and Ben wants to have a big ass harem. Basically, Ben is like a malicious Issei. Ew.

Anyway, not all of the characters are going to act completely the same as their normal ACH versions, since they have radically different backstories and motivations. They'll still be recognizable as themselves, but there will be differences. Like Daria's behavior in this chapter.

Final note on the matter, is that since I'm going with the Harem Anime/Visual Novel trope stuff and parodying it to a degree, there will most certainly be porn (lemons for you nerds out there), which I'm sure you noticed from the uh… earlier scene with Daria. It's not going to be every chapter, since I will still focus on plot over porn. But it'll be there. Though please bear with me, as I'm not quite practiced with porn writing. I say this a lot, but it's also because there are such large gaps between my actual lewd scenes that I kind of get rusty between them. Especially considering that I haven't done many of them.

This has been A Decent Hoonter, and I swear I'll stop reusing the ACH characters for stories one day! I've already got an entire extended omniverse of different versions of them.