Part 2: Is It Weird To Observe Strangers?

Bell Cranel was having a rather strange day to say at least. First the fact that he had apparently forgotten to exchange a magic stone at the guild and now had a basket with sandwiches in his hand. And now for an odd reason, he had the feeling of being watched as he headed into the dungeon. Probably that was just his mind playing tricks on him since he had been unable to turn down that girl Syr and now he was guilty for carrying a picnic basket filled with sandwiches, which had not been meant for him. Or perhaps it had been the stress from earlier during the encounter with the minotaur and Aiz.

The memory of that young woman made Bell feel very warm around his chest and face. Even though he had been covered in the blood of the minotaur that was about to kill him, all he could think in that moment was the admiration he felt about Aiz's power and beauty. Long golden hair, reaching her lower back, light armor that provided less protection but better mobility and an aura of pride and power around her as she looked rather emotionlessly around with her golden eyes. It was for Bell as if the person before him was more like a phantom, a trick his mind played him as he was dying, but it hadn't been, an ideal of the power and beauty the female adventurers Held, which his late grandfather told him so much about. Aiz Wallenstein had saved his life... And then he ran away as soon as she met his gaze.

Bell quickly banished this embarassing thought as he kept heading for the dungeon's entrance.

Meanwhile from a corner of an alley, Arman Silva was looking at the boy running to the base of Babel where the entrance to the dungeon was located. To be honest, he was very much interested in how his… 'counterpart' (for the lack of a better word to describe his rather unique relation to the boy) would be acting. Would he blindly throw himself into danger like the last idiot on Earth? Or perhaps prepare for his descent into the depths of the dungeon, that had already been the final resting place for many ambitious adventurers, who had overestimated their own skill?
One could only wonder…

"You know its a bit weird that we have to basically stalk Bell. I know you want to know more about him, but does it really matter when we can just think about what happened not that long ago? Alsso couldn't we just go to him and ask if we could accompany him into the dungeon as backup? It would be better than having to hide like this." The voice of Scyron made Arman turn around.

"That might be so, but it is best if we don't directly interfere or draw any more attention... to ourselves…" Arman's voice became quieter before finally becoming silent as he saw his newfound companion standing there. The reason for the silence was the attire the archdevil was wearing. He was wearing a brown trenchcoat, a black hat and black sunglasses, while a fake mustache was put on his upper lip in a world that had barely passed the Renaissance in terms of technology. And he was wearing all those articles over his already large armor and helmet, which made Scyron not just stand out like a sore thumb, but also incredibly stupid as the fake mustache was glued to his helmet instead of his face AND it made his shoulders look about 2 meters wider than they already were thanks to the armor.

"... Why are you wearing... this?" Arman asked unable to comprehend the logic of the demonic player, that would lead to such a decision. Scyron meanwhile tugged his fake mustache slightly.

"For disguise." He said in a tone, that sounded like it belonged to the most cliché and cheesy line of a secret agent from one of those old movies, Arman had only seen as old posters or empty DVD boxes.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look mommy. That man looks like an idiot." Some civilian child said as they were walking side by side with their mother, pointing at the large devil. Their mother quickly dragged them away and told them to "Not get involved with such crazy people."

"..." Arman suddenly felt the urge to either punch or hug the archdevil, but he didn't do so either way. Apparently the child's comment had been enough to shatter his pride as he was now leaning against a wall with his arms supporting his tall frame, while banging his head against it and judging from the sounds leaving the helmet sobbing in self-pity. The revenant sighed before returning to observing Bell as he disappeared into the dungeon. "He's gone. I think we can go now." Arman said.

In a flash of light, the banging sound ceased and Scyron's stereotypical spy clothes had disappeared, leaving the player in only his armor.

"Alright then. Let's..."

*CRACK*

Suddenly a familiar feeling washed over both the Successor of the Blood and the Prime Evil as the sky above them seemed to crack like glass, before it vanished without a trace. For a moment there was an omnious silence in the air. After all, it didn't just happen all the time that the firmament just cracked like a light bulb.

"What… was that?" Arman asked, shooting the devil a questioning look, who rose a hand in a surrendering manner.

"Be at ease. That was my barrier of multiple spells to prevent anyone spying on me. Apparently it is as good to keep certain deities or other entitites from stalking one or gathering information about you from far away. Also it inflicts damage to the spy." Scyron said proudly. Now Armna had to confess, that was quite useful. If no one could detect one by any means like cameras or magic like that, one always had an advantage due to the element of surprise. But that it also hurt the observer was basically the cherry on top of the ice-cream as it would force the ones spying to stop.

"You got to give me one of those barriers as well before we get back to our timelines." Arman said as the unlikely duo of an undead vanpire and a devil of the highest order walked towards the dungeon.

{Not the first time being stalked by a deity, right?} Scyron said in an understanding tone as he spoke telepathically to Arman through the spell [Message], another useful ability of the player next to his inventory that seemed to stop time and thus prevented anything from inside of it from rotting and expiring.

{Teach me this spell later as well.} Arman added as the revenant leaned a bit too close for comfort into Scyron's face with a look as if he was going to kill Scyron if he didn't complied, earning a nervous chuckle from the devil.

{Fine by me. For now let's go hunt some monsters.} The player said as the two of them entered Babel with the intention to kill any monster crossing their path on the lower levels, while having an eye on Bell. Still, the archdevil was now actually scared a little of Arman.

Monster hunting.

Basically the daily work of an adventurer to make income. The dungeon kept spawning monsters so it would take a lot of extermination on the upper levels to actually cause a decline of monsters there as they respawned slower on the upper levels than they did on the lower ones. Still since the monsters kept appearing there was no need to worry for the adventurers to suddenly lose their job or anything. Though the guild paid for bigger magic stones more and the only monsters that spawned on the first floors of the dungeon were small fires like kobolds and goblins who only held small magic stones. Sometimes when one was really lucky one even got a drop item from them.

However, fighting a monster there was still just as dangerous as on the lower levels as everything aimed with absolute precision to kill one. Thus the 1st and 2nd floor of the dungeon had become the final resting place of many beginning adventurers that just overestimated themselves against kobolds and goblins. Other than monsters there were other problems one could face in the dungeon. For example losing the way back to the surface when food and water were already consumed or when the dungeon spawned monsters again to fight off the intruders like a body sending whie blood cells to exterminate bacteria and viruses in the body.

However there was also another thing that could become a problem especially for parties of adventurers...

"It's so boring." Scyron moaned as he laid on the ground with his face down as a goblin jumped at him with the intention to claw the devil to death with its sharp nails, however without even looking the devil's tail shot out and hit the weakest and lowest kind of monster like a bull whip in the face, snapping its neck like a dry twig as the creature fell dead to the ground.

Meanwhile Arman looked with a deadpan look on his face at the archdevil. Sure they were still observing Bell, who was just 2 corners away from the two inhumane beings as he fought against a small pack of kobolds and the monsters on this floor were very, Very, VERY weak in comparison to both of them... However, it also had been Scyron's idea to go and kill some monsters to pass the time. Never could Arman have thought that the player would be this unenthusiastic about staying on the upper Floors when it had been his own idea.

"You know, complaining is not going to help you." Arman told the archdevil, who in his facedown defense mode only made a muffled sound, however it did sound bored as well. The revenant had no idea what to make out of this.

Scyron had told Arman that most of the terminology and systematics of Orario's familia society, the guild and the dungeon itself were very similiar or even identical to the games he played, including the one from which his demonic body came from. The revenant of course couldn't really have known this as he had not the luxury of playing video games, but he still found the information interesting. After all, if the world itself operated like a game that Scyron was familiar with, he clearly was better suited for such an environment. It also begged the question why this was the case. Even if this was another world, Arman found it very, very unlikely that these parallels were coincidentally there.

Words like party, drop items, drop rates, the names of the monsters, the dungeon itself and the whole leveling concept were basically the ABC of every role playing game and its backbone. Players would go to dungeons to kill monsters for drop items, that would have individual drop rates, money and experience points, which already sounded a lot like the exillia that Hestia described to him as the thing that helped him to level up and showed his progress upon the bestowal of his own falna.

Players would raise their level when reaching a certain amount of experience automatically instead of being judged by the gods however and drop items would always have the same drop rates, while here most monsters died without dropping any items. In order to keep the players entertained, the game would respawn the monsters that were killed after a certain amount of time. This also served to prevent resources in the game to decline.
Also players would band together or try to become strong enough to defeat a boss monsters on their own to advance further and get even better drops, another parallel to this world.

However the most crucial difference between the games Scyron had played in his human life and this world. And that was the fact that players simply respawned in most games after being defeated. People in this world simply died without a second chance. Especially since neither Scyron nor Arman had ever heard anything about Resurrection Magic from this world, which according to the seasoned player was important for the functioning of a party of players in the case the healer of the group actually couldn't heal someone fast enough.

Still the fact remained that this world was a harsh reality, where one should never underestimate the dangers of the dungeon.

*BAM*

*BAM*

*BAM*

And yet here was Scyron, laying on the ground, bored out of his mind as he simply whipped a trio of kobolds to death with only his tail, which wasn't even a weapon to begin with!

Arman looked over to Bell who was happily cutting the magic stones out of his killed monsters as he wiped the sweat off his brow. Sighing the revenant turned to Scyron.

"Scyron, if you are so bared why don't we go deeper..." Before Arman finished Scyron jumped onto his feet and looked at the undead with eagerness.

"You mean it?" The devil asked while his tail was swaying from one side to another in a fast pace. No, swaying was not the right word. The devil's tail was actually wagging like that of a dog when Hearing that their owner was back home! Once Arman registered and decided to not comment this he continued.

"Yes."

Before Arman knew it, Scyron grabbed the shorter young man and simply picked him up, tugging him under his arm like a skateboard.

"Then let's go!" The devil player cried out as he was about to dash off, only to be stopped by Arman.

"Wait!" Arman said loudly, stopping Scyron in the middle of his movement as he looked down on the revenant. "We still have to watch Bell. Do you have any spells to allow us to spy on him?" He asked.

"Yes I have."

"And you got some for the case something happens?" Arman asked with a deadpan look on Scyron who groaned like an impatient child.

"Yes, yes. I got spells for that as well. Can we please go now?"

"Fine..."

With that Scyron dashed off deeper into the dungeon with full speed, making Arman instantly regret his decision and Scyron leaving only a trail of dust in his wake... And sometimes a Scyron shaped hole in the walls he smashed through. Bell only heard a strange noise and was slightly spooked by this before he returned to finding new monsters to slay though he found strange tracks leading deeper into the dungeon, but he left that case alone.

Later

"PIGGIII!"

A last pathetic cry tore through an orc's throat before it was consumed by Scyron's [Hellflame] as not even ashes were left in the wake of the spell. It was a waste of MP to use such a strong spell on a weak monster like that be honest, but the devil felt like showing off a little.

"So and that's how you-"

*SPLATTER*

Meanwhile Arman couldn't care less as he crushed an Infant Dragon's brain when he slammed his giant clawed arm into the monster's cranium, making the sauropod-like being explode into ashes.

"What? Did you say something?" The stoic revenant asked.

*CRACK*

Arman swore he had just heard glass break somewhere while Scyron turned away from him, looking depressed to the ground.

"I just wanted to show off a little..." He muttered to himself as he realized that he probably couldn't really show off. On that day Scyron's pride took a huge blow it had yet to recover from.

(Meanwhile inside Scyron's mind, the manifestation of the deadly sin of Pride was withering in pain as if having an heart attack on the ground while Human and Envy looked worried, Greed was busy counting money, Wrath was laughing his ass off at Pride's misery, Gluttony was eating a bucket filled with burgers, Sloth was sleeping like always and Lust was... let's just say Lust was Lust and it unnerved everyone enough to throw him out of the window again.)

In the meantime Arman just looked confused at the suddenly depressed state of the devil.

"What the hell..." He muttered to himself when he suddenly heard the grass rustle not far from him. Already prepared to strike the revenant waited for this something to come out. However it was no monster that emerged from the tall grass... Well actually it was, but not the kind that Arman would actually hunt. It was a large black dog with bone-like spikes on ist back as it held a dead imp in its jaws.

This was one of the hellhounds Scyron had summoned to basically automatically kill monsters and collect magic stones. To be honest, Arman was a little surprised when he first witnessed Scyron's ability to just summon other demons out for battle. After all, one didn't saw it everyday how someone just create life like that out of nothingness like some twisted version of a God of Creation. Even the Lost came from revenants that succumbed to their unquenchable thirst for blood after all.

The YGGDRASIL Player explained a few things about that to Arman. Apparently in the game a summoner such as Scyron could only summon a limited amount of monsters per day to prevent summoners to just endlessly summons servants. Also the number of high tier summons that could be summoned per day was lower than middle and low tier summons. For example, this hellhound was actually a low tier demon and Scyron had summoned a whole pack of them to hunt monsters here.

And they were actually very efficient. After observing the demonic hounds, Arman was sure that each of them could easily take down low level monsters like the imps without a problem and if they worked in a pack their efficiency would increase drastically as well, making monsters such as the orcs and infant dragons little more than tinder to be burnt by their potent fire breath. And if that was the power of low tier demons, Arman was actually wondering how strong high tier demons would be and how strong Scyron himself actually was.

Unfortunately whatever expectations he held in that moment were trampled down when the hellhound walked up to ist summoner who suddenly hugged the dog and began petting it while crying for some reason. The dog didn't really seem to mind as it was simply sticking ist tongue out and panted happily about the petting it received.

'They are actually just big dogs...' Arman thought to himself sweatdropping.

After about 5 minutes of petting the hellhound, Scyron seemed to have recovered from whatever low he just faced and turned to Arman.

"So... wanna check on Bell?" He asked.

"Why are you suddenly alright again!?" Arman asked, before crossing his arms. "How are we going to check on him anyway?"

"Leave that to me. I placed a summon of mine near him and told it to watch him." Scyron simply said as he cleared his throat. "[Crystal Monitor]." Suddenly in the air appeared a window which showed from a frog perspective behind a rock how Bell was fighting a goblin. The white-haired boy dodged the small monster's attacks, before stabbing it into the neck, killing it and making it explode into dust.

Then Bell wiped his brow and began saying something, but unfortunately Crystal Monitor only transmitted visual data and not audio. The ground was littered with small Magic stones, probably from a larger group of goblins and Kobolds and other low level monsters. Bell simply kept talking to himself while the camera kept the focus on the boy... And then it zoomed on Bell's face, his crotch and then his back and butt when the boy passed the summon by without knowing it. This display certainly disturbed and worried both otherworldlers.

"Scyron, what did you summon to watch over Bell?" Arman asked.

"An Incubus..." Scyron said proudly, before 3 seconds later he suddenly hunched over as he realized the flaw in this plan. "GODDAMMIT!?"

"W-what's the matter?" Arman asked, surprised by the sudden outburst.

"No time to explain. [Teleportation]!" Then Scyron suddenly disappeared in a bright flash of light, leaving Arman and the hellhound confused on the 10th floor. After a few seconds there was a muffled thundering sound of an explosion as even the revenant felt the ground vibrate and bits of the ceiling rained down in form of dust and pebbles. Then in another flash of light, Scyron returned, but his armor was slightly darker from ashes.

Neither the devil nor Arman said a word at this for a long time, before Arman opened his mouth.

"Do I want to know what an Incubus is?" He asked.

"NOPE!" Scyron quickly answered in an almost panicked tone. Clearly it was not something that the devil ever wanted to talk about.

"Okay..." Arman left the issue as it was.

After another hour of killing monsters, having monsters killed by demonic hellhounds and advancing to the 12th floor, the awkward silence between the two became too awkward to bear so Scyron tried to initiate a talk.

"Hey Arman." The devil asked. "You did tell me you got a girlfriend back where you came from, Io right?"

"What about her?" Arman asked, looking at the player with a raised eyebrow.

"You got a picture of her or something like that? Don't get me wrong, but it's a good motivation to keep the things you want to achieve in your eye's sight." The demonic being said as Arman's eyes widened a little and his hand dug deep into his pockets, before fishing out a small picture.

It was a picture of him and Io when they were still back at Vein as Orario and the world they were in clearly lacked the technology to produce anything like that. It was just him and Io looking into the camera, while sitting on the bed and holding hands. When a large shadow appeared over him, the revenant looked up only to see Scyron's devil form. 6 bat-like wings had grown from the back and his tail was also out. His armor was replaced with casual clothes, though his face was covered in a skull-like mask with 3 yellow eyes with black sclera.

"So that's Io huh?" The devil said as he landed on the ground, folding his wings on his back, though his eyes never left Arman or the photo.

"Yeah. That's her." Arman said.

'Geez that girl is pretty. Now I actually feel a bit envious. I mean most of the players in YGGDRASIL made their female avatars and cutsom NPCs like that, but there was still the R16+ rating of the game that didn't allow you to actually fully undress them. And even then most people tried to be a bit more reasonable with the size of their chests. But this his world wasn't a game at all. I mean, just look at the size of those... No no no! Don't think like that about the girl of a friend! Who am I? My old boss?' The demon thought as he shook his head around while holding it with both hands. Arman looked really confused now. What was going on in the devil's head now?

(Meanwhile inside Scyron's mind Lust had made a violent comeback with his more... weaponized toys, forcing even Wrath to back up, while another deadly just tried to get himself and his possessions away from those... THINGS! Not even the literal manifestation of Greed itself wanted those things in his collection... That meant a lot...)

'Then again...' Scyron put a hand on his chin, while stopping his movement all together, making him stuck in a rather odd looking pose. 'From what Arman described her, she's a really nice and caring person. Like a saint to be honest. I mean I get he might idolize her as they are dating, but there must be something to that, right? Is she actually an angel? An undead vampiric angel?!' The image of Io and Arman just standing next to one another and smiling generated so much brilliance inside the archdevil's mind that one could literally see a bright light coming out of his eyes, which he covered though it still came out of his mouth and ears as well.

"My eyes! My head! My mind! It's too pure! The sheer amount of love is burning itself into my demonic brain and while it screams in disgust and the desire to corrupt it, while withering in actual physical pain, I can only feel joy and happiness for you, Arman! It feels like my head is being split open by a jackhammer and I can't help but feel happy about it!" The archdevil shouted as he fell to the ground in agonizing joy.

"THE LIGHT IS COMING OUT OF YOUR EYES!? AND STOP SAYING SUCH WEIRD STUFF!" Arman shouted as he watched the lightshow, while he asked himself secretly if Scyron was an M.

All the noise from the 12th floor echoed like a ghastly whisper up to Bell's Position who became slightly uncomfortable alongside all other adventurers who heard it and quickly made his way back to the surface.

Later

Arman Silva and Scyron Infernalis were once more Walking through the streets of Orario. The only difference this time was that Scyron didn't wore his helmet or mask and just walked around in casual clothes. Also he had a very large comical looking bump on his head, courtesy from Arman.

'Well it was a better way to get me out of that state without me having to summon something like a succubus or something else to hit me... Then again a succubus would probably have just taken Advantage of the Situation and done something that would bite me later in the ass… probably even literally...' Scyron thought to himself, while he noticed that the people were looking at him and Arman, but unlike earlier they now just commented how they looked rather weird and foreign or not cut to be adventurers. Oh if they only knew...

If they only knew how utterly screwed they would be if he would go 100% serious on them without holding back.

Immediately the devil banished the thought. Why would he want to kill them for just looking at him and his company as if they were superior, if he could just cripple or torture them to the point where they'd beg for the sweet merciful release of death?

No wait that was wrong too on several levels!

Sure he and Arman went deeper into the dungeon following the incident with Scyron's very literal mental enlightment/meltdown and they had killed a lot of monsters, but apparently his bloodlust was not quenched yet, which meant a lot when Scyron simply destroyed those monsters in brutal fashion and even Arman used the opportunity to drink enough blood to get by for some time. Or at least he thought so... honestly, the devil had no idea how much blood Arman actually did need to keep his thirst in check and he began to worry that he might end up as the revenant's midnight snack.
Because of that he took a large step away from the vampiric undead and almost jumped out of his skin when Arman suddenly addressed him.

"Hey Scyron. Where are we going even? We have been wandering around aimlessly for who knows how long and you said you wanted to go somewhere, yet I don't see where you want to go." Arman asked, making the silver eyed devil look at him. A look of relief washed over the devil's face once he registered what Arman had said, which only confused the revenant.

"Sorry man. I just spaced out a bit." Scyron apologized. "I just thought we just exchange the magic stones and call it a day. I don't really feel like asking you to pay for everything." Arman understood that logic. He too would feel rather uncomfortable if he was to ask Scyron to just pay for everything as well. It wasn't awkward due to the fact of lending money alone, but also because they didn't have much social contacts in this town except for one another.

And so they walked to the guild and went straight to the counter where the adventurers would be paid for drop items and magic stones, but before they reached it a familiar voice made them look over to said person.

"Excuse me, but that counter is only for adventurers. Can I perhaps help you?" Eina Tulle asked with a friendly smile as Arman and Scyron were reminded of their situation once more.

This was not their Orario. In this timeline, neither of them came to Orario in the first place. That's why no one knew them and that also included their supervisor from the guild Eina. They simply had never met this woman yet.

"Good evening miss Eina." Scyron said out of reflex without thinking, making the brunette half-elf look rather perplexed at the devil in disguise. "We just came to exchange our magic stones for money." The devil added. This only increased the woman's confusion.

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" Eina asked. Immediately Scryon went stiff as a rock as he noticed his mistake.

{Arman help! What do I say now?} The devil player basically whined into Arman's ear with [Message].

{…}

{…}

{…}

{… Sorry, but I got a bad signal. I'll call back later.} Arman said as Scyron's face began to heat up.

{DONT JUST PRETEND AS IF YOU COULDN'T HEAR ME!}

"Excuse me?" Eina said making herself known once more as she looked very suspiciously at the two. Immediately the devil tried to save the situation as good he could.

"Uh sorry. No, we don't know each other personally, but I was present when that white-haired boy talked to you. You know... the one covered in blood." Scyron offered an awkward smile as Eina sighed.

"Yes I remember… Geez that reckless boy." Eina muttered the last part to herself before turning back to the two strangers, eyeing the large pouch in which she could make out larger magic stones and minotaur horns. "Uh... I'm sorry, but where did you get those?"

"The dungeon." Scyron said blunt like a butter knife. A mischievous look crossed his eyes for a split second. Eina looked a little bit irritated at this obvious answer, before moving on.

"Why were you in the dungeon?" The guild worker asked, barely raising her voice.

"To kill monsters to pass the time and make money... I guess?" Scyron said, though not sounding very convinced himself.

"Why does that sound more like a question?! Okay, so I guess you are adventurers. Who's your advisor then?" The half-elf exhaled loudly through her nose with her arms crossed over her bosom.

"We don't have one." Scyron said once more with a baseball bat's bluntness, making the worker of the guild blink in confusion.

"Huh?"

"We just came today to Orario and just went into the dungeon without registering ourselves." The devil admitted as Eina grit her teeth and judging from how her fingers clenched around her arms she might as well crush diamonds between her fingers.

"Ugh! Okay, what familia are you-" The half-elf's frustration was once more just cut off by the seemingly oblivious archdevil, who just loved messing with her, while Arman didn't quite get why Scyron was irritating Eina so obviously on purpose.

"None." Scyron said basically doing his final touch on irritating Eina, while mentally he was laughing his ass off.

Once more there was silence in the building and both othwerworldlers swore they actually heard something just snap in half. That something was nothing less than Eina's patience as the guild worker unleashed her pent up fury with a scream as her head seemed to glow hot red and steam coming out from her ears and from the top of her head like a boiling tea kettle.

Meanwhile both Arman and Scyron just watched the situation escalate with the apathy of a stranger on the outside at least. At the same time they were glad that things like this had not changed at all even in other timelines. No matter what timeline it would be, Eina would still be Eina.

However, that also entitled said half-elf dragging the black-haired devil and the white-haired revenant deeper into the building, so she could properly "enlighten" them about how foolish their actions were. Or would have been if they were ordinary humans that had no supernatural powers and physical traits that made them superior to even the swarms of dragon monsters on the 58th Floor. Sure they massacred a lot of monsters in the dungeon earlier, but whether it was a blow from a minotaur or almiraj, they were so weak that their weapons simply shattered or bounced off Scyron's passive defenses.

And that was usually the moment those monsters realized how screwed they were. And now it was the devil's turn to experience the same sensation himself as he remembered the most nerve wrecking part of Eina.

The entire process of what was basically detention for adventurers took so long, that even the sun was hanging very low once Eina released the two inhumane now registered adventurers.

However, even though Scyron looked afterwards as if his life force had been completely drained with basically his soul floating out of his mouth, while Arman just casually walked out as if nothing had happened, it changed nothing about their main objective being accomplished. Trolling the guild worker Eina… I mean, getting paid for killing tons of monsters. Yeah, that was the one and only reason they went there.

Hi guys. Just came by to drop the second part of the omake crossover onto you guys. To be honest, I'm a bit sorry about only being able to upload such short chapters to this story, but I'd rather not crush all of your readers with 10k+ words of text as a parody on both my own OC and Khaoskhan's Arman. So instead, I'll try to keep the chapters short as they are to maintain some consistency.

So thanks for reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Like always, write your thoughts, opinions and suggestions in the reviews. Constructive criticism is welcome as always.

With that being said, I'll see you next time. Have a nice day.