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Ren knew that this was urgent. That no one besides the Phantom Thieves knew about the distortions, and what they were capable of. Reality being at the mercy of the phenomenon.

Ren had to do something about it. No question about it.

This very power had erased his friends right before his very eyes. Powerless, he had to watch the very things pushing him forward turn to dust. Before he too met that very fate.

He wouldn't let it stand.

However, there were too many things stopping him from jumping straight into the distortion. Leading to who knows where.

He had too little information to work with. The unprepared die quickly, those words something he lived by. Being the lead of operations teaching him that harshly. Having to keep a calm mind during the most gruelling of infiltrations. Using the information provided and gained in order to successfully infiltrate palaces, and leaving with relatively no life endangering injuries.

He needed information on the world that lies ahead. How society functions, the people, and information on the enemies that reside there.

He would be an absolute fool to go in guns blazing. And while he was sure that those creatures couldn't hold a candle to the persona's they wielded, he wouldn't be surprised to find an enemy that could rival their powers.

The beating the Reaper gave them a constant reminder of his overconfidence.

The battle between him and the twins, teaching him that there were those with power far stronger than he could have ever imagined.

His body involuntarily shivering at the memories.

Forcibly breaking himself of his musings, Ren looked at Igor. The smiling man's presence always did rile him some way or another. He was, after all, a constant reminder that normal was something he would never be able of achieving. That his life had changed after the incident with Shido.

Not that he regretted it.

Straightening his back, Ren stood tall, and asked the question Igor had wanted to hear.

"Give me all the information you have."

Igor could only smile.


"The world is called Remnant; split into four kingdoms; Vale, Vacuo, Atlas, and Mistral. Each with their own culture and values. The people and animals possess a 'soul' in this world, manifesting itself physically called 'aura'. Granting them power and abilities. Like persona, yet more… limited, I should say. You will find out more of this should you choose to go there." Igor started.

Ren was pleased, Unlike the fake before, the real Igor seemed to be much more informative and cooperative with him. He had done some research. Good. Less time studying and more time finding whatever responsible for the giant mass of red and black currently in front of him.

"That 'wolf' you just fought, from what I could find, is called a 'grimm'. A soulless species that aims to destroy the people of Remnant. The form they take similar to the animals of your world, except specialized in destroying. Their origins and motives are something I have yet to figure out, unfortunately, do forgive me." Igor continued. The amount of information he gave being more than helpful Ren thought.

"What about the currency?" Ren asked. An uneasy look on his face. He knew all too well how important it was to have money at his disposal to get the things he needed. And while he had more than enough Yen in his pocket, he doubted that the world of Remnant used the same currency as his own.

There were no shadows to to extort money from anymore. The lack of them being mentioned by Igor almost bringing tears to his eyes.

How he would miss the feeling of successfully gaining a year's worth of Yen. The look of despair a shadow would give him when he stole from their coffers. The bliss.

It wasn't an addiction.

Merely an asset he would gladly take advantage of him.

Don't judge.

Chuckling, Igor's already creepy smile grew, as if knowing very well of his plight. "Your current currency is something we will gladly change, we wouldn't want you devoid of resources in an unknown world after all." Igor said. An attempt to ease Ren's worries.

It did ease his worries.

Quite a bit mind you.

Ren sighed. 'Thank goodness' he thought.

One less trivial problem he didn't have to worry about.


Morgana listened intently to his creators' words. Absorbing all the information that they were given.

A world where monsters ruled, with potentially super powered humans.

How troublesome

Looking over to Ren, Morgana could see the deep look of concentration on his friend's face. He, too, taking in all the information with careful considerations. As expected of the guy he trained.

Morgana could only smirk. He taught him well.

"What about the currency?" and the smirk disappeared. Morgana could only sigh silently.

Morgana almost forgot how frugal Ren could be. He didn't mind that at all though, it was admirable that Ren took his time to consider something so important. Impressive even.

The look of dread on his face however…

Yeah, how pathetic.

Back to reality, Morgana stared at his master. He was more than capable of reading the lines in between. Why his master had called them to the Velvet Room, and why he was explaining this all to them.

He wanted Ren to go over and stop the distortions. That was the intent behind his actions. However, that wasn't the actual reason Igor wanted them to go. No, the truth behind it all much bigger.

He wanted Ren to save the world once more.

The world called Remnant.

He looked over at Lavenza, the crossed look on her face saying her opinion on the matter. She was absolutely against the idea, and honestly so was he.

Ren went through so much already. It was insane when he thought about it. Convicted of assault, cheated and forced to follow the system made by corrupt adults, and shackled to the rules in hopes of an appeal.

It disgusted Morgana that Igor even asked Ren of this. Why not find another person for the job?

Alas, the look Ren had earlier already told Morgana what his plan was. The scars of the past opening once more for his friend.

Ren was going to stop it, and whoever was causing it. He could understand why, but the sheer determination backing Ren up was insane. It was something that Morgana would always admire, something Morgana strived to learn for himself.

His end goal; becoming human.

His current goal?

Assisting the Trickster in his journey once more.

He IS the personification of hope after all. It being natural for him to lend a hand to the guy he was made to help.

That's what friends were for after all.


Ren and Morgana had returned to reality. The Velvet Room door still within his house to access whenever they were ready. The two preparing for the next day, gathering whatever they deemed useful.

On his work table, Ren stared at the weapons laid across, his muscles twitching at the thought of using them once more:

Paradise lost, the blade created by sacrificing Satanael, his ultimate persona. His true self in the physical form. The blade that drive angels away from Paradise.

God of Destruction, the gun of Metatron. Empowering his persona's, and in turn himself even more. A formidable weapon in his capable hands.

Weapons he thought he would never use again. Chuckling, his hands grabbed the two, the blade and gun almost melding to his hands.

He couldn't wait to use them once more.

He looked at the other weapons; their strength rivalling his own weapons.

Claiomh Solais, Morgana's blade, the luminous shine it gave off, while increasing Morgana's mental fortitude. Mysterious, yet deadly in the cat's paws.

Utopia just beside it. The weapon he bought at Untouchable, one of Iwai's greatest works that rivalled the persona weapons themselves.

The thought of the weapons bringing a smile on his face. They were the greatest defense against the shadows. Only second to the persona's that they were capable of summoning to their sides.

It's amazing that his parents thought he had picked up strange otaku hobbies, collecting model guns and weapons after all. The two not very interested in his life. Too busy with their work.

He would use that to their advantage.

Quickly, he put the weapons in his bag: money, the eternal lockpick, pack of reserve ammo, smokescreens, vanish balls, megido bombs, element sets, and forces sets. Items leftover for when the metaverse disappeared. He hadn't the heart to throw them away. They were his hard work after all, it would be a waste to just throw them away.

He did have to hide them though. He didn't need his parents questioning why he essentially had such tools at his disposal. The last thing he needed was his parents reporting said items to the police.

He wouldn't get arrested twice. Not when he could help it.

Turning his head around to look at Morgana. The feline was plopped down on his bed, grooming his legs. A strange sight for Ren yet endearing nonetheless.

Taking a seat beside Morgana, the two didn't look at each other. Both taking in the silence, lost in their own thoughts. What seemed like centuries for them in their minds only passed as seconds in reality. The silence, however, was broken by the cat and his question. One that Ren knew was coming a mile away.

"Are you going to tell the others?"

Morgana's question almost like a blade, stabbed at him. It was to be expected. They were a major part of his life now, and now that a new threat from an old foe had been discovered it only made sense to tell them that it wasn't over.

So why hadn't he?

Ren looked into Morgana's eyes, locking onto them. It unnerved Morgana, but he stared back, wanting the answer to the all too important question. They were just a part of it as they were, yet Ren hadn't even texted them about it. Instead he gathered all of the things he thought were important: weapons, clothing, tools, and money that was to be exchanged. Not even bothering to look at his phone either, only focusing on the task in front of him.

Morgana wanted an answer, not some half ass excuse. Ren knew Morgana wanted it. So that's why he gave it to him.

"I'm not" Ren began. He opened his mouth to expand on why, but before he could even finish, Morgana pounced. Latching onto Ren's face, swiping at him with his claws. Unlike the beowolf, which Igor had called it, Morgana hit his mark.

How dare he. Not telling the people closest to them.

THE NERVE.

Letting out a war cry, Morgana swiped at Ren, fully intent on showing him his wrath.

Except Ren stopped him a second later, grabbing the back of his neck and rendering him unable to move. Morgana limply hanging from Ren's hand at arms length. Almost impressing the cat that Ren could carry him with just his finger tips, without hurting him too. Truly transcendent with his hands.

Still didn't mean Morgana couldn't make his ears bleed however.

Before Morgana could scold Ren. Joker spoke.

"Enough."

And just like that Morgana was rendered unable to speak. The tone used clear that it was the Leaders turn to speak. Only ever hearing that tone of voice when it mattered most, when times looked the darkest.

Staring into Morgana's eyes, his dark grey eyes piercing the soul. Ren spoke. Gently, yet loud enough for the cat to hear him. His eyes never breaking contact with the feline.

"I won't tell them. Not because I'm scared to, but because we don't know what lies ahead of us. For all we know it could be more dangerous than anything we have ever faced. Sure, we were in danger when we first started, but we were able to prepare properly, and had some knowledge about the situation. This time is different. This is a whole new world, one we know almost nothing about. The game's changed, and like it or not, I am not going to gamble my friend's lives on something this dangerous." Ren stated. His eyes determined, not budging in the slightest.

Morgana stared back, challenging those eyes with his own. Both determined to get across to the other.

But Morgana knew Ren was right.

There were too many variables.

Many which could kill them if things went south.

Which things usually do, as unfortunate as that sounds.

Morgana's determined eyes faltered,before finally resigning himself from the fight. Not willing to challenge Ren any further when he knew the Leader was in the right. As much as he disliked it, Ren thought about more than he ever would.

"At least tell the others that you're going on a trip or something, that way they don't figure out that you just up and disappeared on them to go adventure into some other world." Morgana told him.

"I will. In fact, I already asked Lavenza to tell them every once in a while that I'm doing well." Ren, no, Joker smirked. The sly smile on his face already telling Morgana everything he needed to know.

"Oh? And what is this little 'white lie' you plan on telling them?" Morgana asked. Revelling in the fact that Ren had a plan for this. He was mad before, but now that his emotions weren't clouding his judgement he could easily say that Ren thought this out thoroughly.

"Oh, nothing much. Just that I'll be studying abroad, learn about the world and its politics. That I'll be using my experiences to become a politician the people can rely on. One that seeks justice, while also practicing it myself so that no one like Shido can ever become president ever again, and that the people will be heard when needed." Ren explained. Sure it had a few glaring plot holes, but his friends wouldn't notice. Their trust in him too much for them to doubt him unless they learn the truth. The only friend he had to worry about was Futaba, but he was sure the girl wouldn't invade his privacy too much.

The promise she made to him behind the scenes all the more helpful.

Morgana gaped at his friend, not believing what he was hearing.

Bastard had a plan all figured out.

Smiling, Morgana couldn't help but admire Ren at the moment. His protective nature of his friends, a trait he greatly appreciated, and the confidence he has to execute such a plan.

He couldn't ask for a better leader.

But of course, like any other person, they needed to sleep.

"Hey it's getting pretty late. Let's head to bed." Morgana said.

For once Ren agreed with him.

As much as it pained him to agree with the dictator of bet time, they had a long day tomorrow

They would need all the rest they could get.


Ren and Morgana entered the Velvet Room once more. Ready for whatever lied ahead of them.

Wearing a light gray hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes. The former thief had his hands in his pockets, concealing the fact that there was a vanish ball in his hands, ready to be used the instant he entered Remnant.

Morgana to his right, a determined look in his eyes. The cat was ready to take action, his weapons on his body, hidden from the world. Ready to be summoned at a moments notice.

Like their persona's, their weapons were summoned to them as well. Be it a product of cognition, or the power of rebellion they had, they never bothered with understanding it. Whatever worked, worked. And it was convenient for them not to hold the weapons when not needed. The added weight would have hindered their movements when sneaking around inside the palaces.

The bag also had the same physics, disappearing from the world, yet still interactable to the Thieves. It's contents capable of being summoned by them when needed.

Ren walked to the desk at the center of the room, the one that Igor was currently using. The master of the room had his right arm on the table, resting his head on his right hand. While his left arm laid itself on the table, his left forearm parallel to his body.

"I take it you want the money converted?" Igor asked, the man smile growing even more so than the default. How Igor kept it up was something Ren had no intention of figuring out.

You had to be insane to smile that much.

With a "Yes, please" Ren felt a sudden shift in his mind. Summoning his bag and opening it, he looked inside to find the card that held his Yen was now different. Resembling a credit card, his name splayed out on the bottom left. Ren grabbed the card and flipped it.

It looked like a normal credit card, the same as this world.

"Inside that card is exactly 5 million 'lien'. Don't spend it all on one place now." The long nosed man jested. Finding amusement at Ren's reaction.

So Remnant's form of currency was Lien. Good to know. And from what he could tell, it seemed humanity on that side was similar to theirs. If a card held their money, much like a debit or credit card. It probably had the same technology his world had.

He would see for himself later.

Satisfied, Ren flashed the card out of existence along with the bag. Finished his business with Igor, Ren walked around the desk and towards the distortion, Morgana following him.

Lavenza stood in between them and the portal, waiting for them. She gave them a soft smile, reassuring them that everything would be fine.

"Are you sure you wish for this Ren?" she asked, never once blinking as she stared straight at him. Her question echoing through his head.

Is this what he wished for?

Is this what he truly wanted?

Of course not.

But who else would do it.

He was sure of himself. He had to do it.

People would suffer if he took no action.

That was something he would not allow.

"It seems you haven't forsaken those in order to save yourself…"

A familiar voice.

"I have heeded your resolve."

A familiar voice indeed.

"I am thou, thou art I…"

A blast of power, knocking the occupants of the room away from him.

"Show the strength of thy will to ascertain all on thine own,"

Blue flames surrounded his being, encapsulating him.

"Though thou be chained to Hell itself!"

The flames rose off of his body, no longer wearing the clothes of a civilian.

But those of the leader of the Phantom Thieves.

No longer were Lavenza and Morgana in the presence of Ren Amamiya.

What stood before them was the man who saved the world. One who killed a god.

Joker.

Standing at full height, the man before them smirked at them, his eyes radiating confidence and power. Lifting his left hand and using his right to fix the glove in place, Joker looked back at Lavenza. The smirk on his face now replaced with a gentle smile.

If Lavenza wanted an answer, it was only right that he gave it to her.

She saved his life after all.

Gently but surely, like a host greeting his audience, he spoke. His words loud and clear to the world.

His next words brought a smile to her face.

"It's Show Time!"

Show Time indeed


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