If you think I own Fire Emblem Heroes, you'd wish you were correct.


11/15/2017

I slammed a dagger into the map, cursing. "媽的!去他媽的,為什麼會這樣?!(Fuck! To hell with it, why did this happen?)" I then took it out, and threw the dagger, missing my target, the bullseye of a post, by a mile.

Full of agitation and frustration, I cursed not only at the stupidity of the situation, but also the fact that Loki now had me on the ropes, and that my strategy to capture the weapon had failed. And now, my enemies could possibly use the failure of getting the weapon against me in arguments, something I truly could not defend.

To my further insult to injury, Loki had forced me to volunteer to investigate the deaths of the officials that I had assassinated. While I had made it clear that Nifl assassins were responsible for it, she still made me do so, as she said, "He's just one person. He could be mistaken." Damn you...

Growling with anger, I screamed mentally. Both were such elaborate plans, and yet, I had failed to do accomplish the most important parts: Don't let anyone find out, and get the weapon! Damned Ice Princess...if I had been there, then I would have had the legendary weapon by now, and with that, I could possibly destroy their hopes, and take them over easier!

Flashback:

11/13/2017

I landed with Laegjarn, getting to the city of Leptir. In this case, instead of trying to attack the middle, I had abused the power of the Briedabilik instead. As long as I had sufficient stamina potions, I could always revive my squad of heroes, and whisk them over. They were truly eternal flames.

Besides the power of the Briedabilik, I had another advantage: nearly nobody knew my face, nor true name. Most people only referred to me as Jormungandr, or Grand Summoner. So, as Nifl had never seen my face, much less knew of my existence, I would be able to sneak in there with ease.

So, I had sneaked into 3 cities of Nifl by dressing as a Nifl countryman, and put 2 squads of heroes of four into two of the cities, Riym and Utgard, but not Leptir. Leptir was the last, and most important. And at my count, I would let them wreak havoc among the army headquarters of the Riym, and after they had escaped, or been neutralized, I would then let them wreak havoc in the military of Utgard.

As my heroes had no Muspellian armor, I instead let them wear armor of bright green for Riym, and armor of black for Utgard. This was a ploy to mess the enemy up, to make them think that they had 3 enemies, Muspell, an enemy of green, and an enemy of black.

Messing them up, I successfully took Leptir by surprise by first sneaking into Leptir, and then released all of the heroes within. As they made a mess out of the army, I then had Laegjarn pick me up, and take me up in the sky to give the order.

As the order was given, the armies of Muspell stormed into the city of Leptir, and began taking it over. As soon as Utgard and Riym sent soldiers to help out Nifl, troops from Muspell immediately set an ambush by my orders, taking them all out and taking the two other cities as well.

So why couldn't I get this weapon? While I was trying to get to the heroes, two Nifl soldiers jumped out right at me, their axes flashing. Luckily, Laevatein and another officer was nearby, and they took care of the soldiers before they could make any fatal injuries.

However, one of them attacked me, he injured my shoulder as I moved to the right to dodge his blow, giving me a few scrapes when he kicked me, and I was knocked into the wall. As soon as I crashed into the wall, I could hear a crack in my back, and I couldn't even move anymore.

It was obvious my spine was injured, but luckily, as I said earlier, he was taken care by Laevatein, and I was healed by Maria again. Standing up, my bones healed, I was then advised by Laevatein to go back to the camps, or else I may suffer worse. She didn't do anything wrong in that case, but the fact that I could have been there to prevent the escape of the ice princess and Leptir simply made me quite frustrated.

Damnit...I really needed to cool my head...so I slept for two days straight, not even realizing that I had slept for so long. When I woke up, my heroes were relieved to find that I had finally awakened.

I flashed back to reality. From this I had learnt, that while I was smart, not everything would ever go well as I planned. This was a given, this was something that I could never change. There would always be factors that I may not be able to predict.

However, I knew something else. Instead of blaming my troubles on the other factors, I should do something that would minimize the damage. I looked at the side of the room, where my treasury was located. I looked at myself. Recently, I had promoted myself to four stars...however, that was not enough. I was still a weakling, and daggers were often regarded as weaklings.

But...I still needed to defend myself. A silver dagger wouldn't work against much foes, as much to my surprise and anger at the same time, every time I unlocked my potential, my strength would actually go down. At first, at one star, my attack stat without weapons, as I looked in the mirror, was 19. Now, as a four-star, my strength stat was 17.

Well...I wasn't going to do any damage anytime. Heck, at this point I was dealing even more 0 damages than odin, which was a task till to this day, I had sworn that no man could ever do.

I flung my long hair out of my face, applying a few fluids to keep it in place. I stared out of the window, wondering how the kingdom down there was like. It certainly looked nice...and nobody knew my face...as long as I dressed in the right garb, I would be fine.

I headed to Laegjarn's room, and knocked on the door. "So...Laegjarn, do you have any garb that the normal people down there have? I would like to visit the city of Muspell."

Laegjarn put her finger on her lips. "Hm...I'm pretty sure that the headquarters of the spies have some. Are you going to bring any heroes?" I thought for a second, then nodded. "Yeah...I guess I'm going to take..." I looked at their hair. It definitely had to be something that was a bit crazy...

"Alright, then. I guess I'll take...Minerva, Takumi, Xander, and Camoo." I said. "Wait, Laegjarn...do you know the city very well?" Laegjarn shook her head. "However...I know someone who may know the city quite well..."


A bulky man, with brown skin, white and orange hair, dressed in a a cape and the lower part of a tunic, led us through the city. Now, I was dressed in garb that rather resembled medieval garb itself.

I had a tunic myself, with leather sleeves and boots to go, along with my usual phoenix crest, which to my surprise, was actually quite a popular headdress. Apparently the blacksmiths had a sense of fashion as well. Takumi, Xander, and Camoo were dressed similarly.

Laegjarn and Minerva on the other hand, were dressed in clothing that resembled what women wore during the Renaissance period, something that I found to be quite interesting and stylish on the same time.

I could see that Laegjarn was used to wearing dresses and royal affairs and such things like that. Minerva on the other hand...was not. Apparently these six years fighting against Archanea for her sister had robbed her any chances of learning how to even walk in such a simple dress like this, as she kept tripping.

"Gr...this blasted dress...and these high heels..." Our guide, known as Helbindi, said to her, "Well...we could always get you some boots." he said, as he went to the store and bought some of them.

I wondered who he was...he looked rather familiar. Well, I didn't want to ask him, as he wasn't exactly supposed to know that I was the Grand Summoner himself, and I wasn't going to let a simple stroll expose my identity.

Suddenly, I heard something, from Lukas. "Jormugandr..." I could hear his thoughts from the Briedabilik, wondering what he was trying to convey to me. "What is it, Lukas?"

"Jormugandr, we found a few individuals in your room. They snuck in with warp magic and had poison on them...obviously individuals who were trying to kill you." I replied, "Alright, who are they? What did they say? How many are there?"

Lukas replied, "There were three of them, and...they said nothing. As soon as Nino, Virion, Marth, and I defeated those three, they immediately killed themselves with the poison on them."

I growled, "So...what other information?" "We don't know, but there may be others out there...it seems that the poison wasn't for you. It was for themselves, as they had weapons on them...so there's someone behind this. Marth believes that there will be more who'll come for you, Jormungandr. Be careful."

I nodded, and kept on walking. As we got to a large building, I wondered what that was. "Laegjarn...what is that?" She looked at me, and said, "Oh, that's a shopping centre. It's just a large building where many people sell stuff or eat. We also have an arena over there, where people gamble on two fighters, and the winner gets reward money. However, it costs money to watch."

I thought about it. Well...with Xander, Camus, Takumi, and Minerva...maybe we could get some money for the Eternal Flames' funding. But then..all they had now were just silver weapons, so it may be a bit harder...

Meh, it didn't matter too much. I could go there later. After all, our last victory over these three cities had led more recruits to join my party, thus increasing our funds, even though I hadn't gotten that Legendary weapon. I tightened my fist in anger. The thought of not capturing that weapon just irked me beyond imagination.

Helbindi motioned towards the doors. "Shall we go here?" I thought about it. Muspell was quite like my own world, just a with a bit more fiery elements. While there were no cars, there surely were roads for the steeds, and even what I might consider a highway, though most of what we called technology was replaced by magic.

Nodding, I prepared to go in, until I heard a sudden crack...a crack of bones followed by blood spurting. Looking behind me, I saw Xander's mortified, pained face, several arrows sticking out of his body.

"Jormungandr...hurry...run..." People were screaming around me, as I noticed the one who shot it. There were four men, all of them wearing phoenix crests, and all of them were holding bows. Yeah, they must have been the ones who tried to kill me, but killed Xander instead.

I grimaced. While normally, I would expect my own soldiers to kill them with ease, that would only cause more chaos amongst the screaming populace. And at this time, I hadn't brought Briedabilik, because if I summoned my own heroes, I would easily be spotted, and my identity would be easier to find out, not to mention that my phoenix crest was a lifesaver that could potentially sell me out.

Helbindi whipped out his axe, preparing to attack and kill them, but I put a hand on his shoulder. "Stop. This will only generate more chaos." Laegjarn looked at me. "Then what do we do?" I looked at the side. "We have to run."

Ducking as two arrows flew over my head, I raced towards the roads, hoping that I wouldn't be hit by any horses or pegasi while running over. My companions followed me, running as fast as they could.

I crossed the road, and so did my companions, looking at the best way to go. Helbindi pointed at some horses at the side of the street we were on. "Let's use these. I think we have enough gold for them."

Racing over, Helbindi put 4 gold coins into the stand, unlocking a part of the magical barrier that kept 4 of the horses in place. Jumping in with Camus, I held on tight to him. "You're good with horses, right?" He nodded. "Right now, I think the best way to do this is to get you far away from them as possible."

Nodding, I used my legs to cling onto the horse's side, as the beast began to speed onto the highway. I noticed that our pursuers behind us were also following at high speed.

Firing arrows at us, I turned back, and realized that all of them were using bows. Damn...we weren't in a good position, as we were all using melee weapons, aside from Takumi, who was having a bit of trouble with the horse.

I surveyed the city before us, realizing what I could do. There were twists and turns down in the urban areas, so that meant I could shake them off, as long as Camus and I were at the front, and the ones behind us blocked their line of sight.

"Alright, Camus. We're heading off this road." he nodded, and steadied the horse to run off the slope of the highway, and turned to the left, bypassing the magic fires that controlled the flow of the traffic.

As soon as I saw an alley, I signaled the ones behind me to turn to the alley, to shake our pursuers off and possibly kill them. We kept on riding forward, turning on the next alley, as the ones behind us went for the first one.

Stopping the horse, both of us got down, relaxing. I put a hand on Camus's shoulder. "Thank you...you really saved my life back there." He wiped his face with his handkerchief. "It's really no problem. I've been through worse."he said.

I relaxed behind myself. "Well...it's actually quite nice seeing all of you do so much for me...I'm actually quite grateful." Camus looked at me. "Oh? It is just our duties. You need not to fret so much."

I laughed a bit. "Duty...and loyalty...are things that barely exist in my world. I wish it wasn't..but in the end, it is just an illusion." I looked at him. "I'm not used to people doing so much for me, Camus."

"How so, Jormungandr?" he asked, using the alias that I had picked for myself. I replied, "Well...often, position is defined by money. And greed often fuels it. So, I would say...that much of the 'loyalty' usually isn't for another person, it's for money. There are exceptions, but not many."

Camus polished his silver spear, and asked me, "What kind of person were you back in your world? What position were you, Jormungandr?" I smiled a bit bitterly. "I'm nowhere a knight, or anyone important. Consider me as the lowest of could be considered as nobility, a hair above what equals peasants."

This caught his attention a bit. "So...your reason for desiring to change the universe...is because you know the pain of these people?" I shook my head. "It has nothing to do with my position, or rather, my former position. Many of the ones in charge...lie to us. I want to create a world without slandering, without lies, without killing...but there must be someone who must take control, with no barriers."

He looked at me. "Who is your greatest enemy?" I shrugged. "My enemy cannot be described as a who. My enemy...is more of the foundations of ideologies...that I must destroy. It is like your faith to your motherland...but in a negative way."

Nodding sadly, he said, "It is something that they will never back down no matter what." I sighed. "Some of them think they deserve to be special...when no one is. Some claim that they are fighting hatred, when all they're doing is just hating on their so-called opponents. I cannot fix this. I must destroy it...and rebuild it."

I placed my hand on his shoulder. "You do know that my ultimate goal is to achieve peace...a world that nobody can ever harm, right?" He merely replied with a "yes." I continued on, "You are all technically bound by the power of the Briedabilik...to trust me...but I wish that my relationship with you all could be more than just this."

Removing my phoenix crest, I stared him in the eyes, pleading to him silently. "Will you be at my side to support me, even if the power of the Briedabilik is broken?" He nodded, gripping my hand. "Yes, milord and my friend. You have a noble cause, and I shall support you to the very end, follow you to hell. I swear on the name of Naga and Duma, and I hope the others can do so as well."

I thought about it. "Keeping it going on forever will be the hardest part...but I'm sure I will succeed." he looked at me, frowning. "But no one has ever done it before-" I stopped him. "I know that nobody has ever done it before. But just because nobody has ever done it before, doesn't mean it can't be done."

He lay back, relaxing a bit. "So...what do you want to do when all this is over, Camus?" I asked. He brushed his hair out of his face. "You...know my future, correct?" I nodded, knowing that he was either the Camus who was set to fight Marth, or the Camus who had just recovered his memory.

Drinking a cup of water from his pouch, he sighed. "I just want to be with her...be with her forever, till the end of our days. I may have loved another in the past...but that person is already married to another."

Grinding his water down, he sighed. "She plans on taking care of the orphanage for the rest of the days with the church. If she wishes to do that...then I will assist her in doing so, protecting and caring for the weak."

I glanced at him. "So...you wish to care for the orphans for the rest of your life, protect those who cannot protect others?" Camus coughed into his glove. "While a true knight must have loyalty...he must also have a kind heart as well."

Though I didn't exactly agree with him, I still respected his view on how he should live, as it was a morally good one. "After all this fighting...after I have led you all to create the perfect universe for everyone...I just wish to sit down, and stare into the beautiful night, watching the stars and enjoying all the hard work that we will have all achieved..."

I stared at the sky, imagining a future me doing so. I would finally achieve true peace at that point. "And...I wish that the friends who fought along with me could be at my side...to enjoy this moment."

He wiped his hair out of his face, as it drooped before him. "I find it interesting...despite the fact that you'd be willing to order multiple individuals to die without even blinking, you also value human life a lot."

I wiped my lips, getting rid of some of the grime. "I suppose...yes. Human life isn't something that I would willingly tamper with. But sometimes to save many...others have to die."

"You seem to be rather angry at the situation with your society...or even maybe, hate it." "It's because-"

He looked at me. "But first, we have to take care of this problem. Get down!" he yelled, as he pulled me down, an arrow right above where my head once was. I shuddered at the sudden attack, obviously not expecting something like this to happen.

I realized that they hadn't fallen for it...or rather, they may have been far too stupid to have fallen for it, missing them out entirely. In any way, they hadn't fallen for it. Camus stood up, getting on the horse as I pulled out my silver dagger. "I'll take care of this." he said, and rode towards him, leaving me behind.

Blocking an arrow with his silver lance, and knocking down another, he advanced slowly towards the 4 archers, as they kept firing at him. I gritted my teeth. He was getting closer and closer...maybe he could win this! But also, as the closer he got, it would be harder to dodge or block the arrows...and he had no intention of dodging, in fear of an arrow hitting me.

He twirled his lance, whacking two arrows out of the air, and caught another with his bare hands. However, one of them didn't aim at him. He aimed for me instead...the smart thing to do, as while I had no Briedabilik, I could still revive Camus if I survived, though there was no guarantee that I would survive if I was the one who lost his life.

He realized that he was going to aim at me, and finding no other options, he urged the horse to move in the way, the arrows striking his shoulder. Grimacing in pain, he yelled, renewing his efforts. I yelled at him, "Camus! Get out of here now! They may spare me!" I yelled, not wanting to see him suffer so much. Usually it was a quick and easy death, which I could handle, but such suffering was hard even for a ruthless person like me to take in.

He yelled back, "Jormungandr, a knight has his duty! I swore to follow you to hell, and to hell I will go if needed!" I yelled at him, "别了!(stop it!), Camus! This is an order! I command you to get out of here quickly!"

"No, Jormugandr! That is an order that I cannot follow, and will not follow!" I protested, "Camus! Don't worry, I'll be fine! Your constant suffering isn't worth my life!"

He then turned and looked at me, an arrow bursting out of his stomach, as the horse reared. "Jormugandr..." he heaved, as he set himself down, only to get pelted with more arrows. "Have you forgotten your position? Have you forgotten your aspirations? You told me...you told me you wanted to lead us to create a new and better place..."

I held my hands to my mouth as tears streamed down my cheeks. People dying in a war was almost normal, but this man needlessly suffering for my sake was nigh-unbearable. He continued speaking as he blocked an arrow, and tried to kill one of the archers, only for the man to pull out an axe and lash back at him, forcing him to keep his distance.

"My life isn't important...compared to yours...you must lead us, Jormugandr. A strong leader must sacrifice his men at times..." I cursed, desperately screaming at him to just break through, and leave me be instead of having to defend himself and me from the barrage of arrows. If he had Gravidus...if I had Briedabilik...this wouldn't be happening at all.

The horse reared, and Camus jumped off, trying to reach his opponents. As he finally reached them, he stopped. I looked at him and the archers, wondering what had happened.

One of the archers took out his axe once more, and swung it, beheading the knight who had struggled to defend me. Kicking his body to the ground, I could see that it had been fully riddled with arrows, blood pouring onto his clothes. As the dead body faded, I grabbed my dagger.

I knew that the chances of me surviving were close to zero, as even Camus himself wasn't able to do so. But...I had to try. Brandishing the silver dagger, I charged at them, knowing that they had little to no arrows left.

The man that I charged didn't even bother to use his weapon. He kicked me, sending me skidding into the wall, with a heavy grunt. I groaned, and felt something liquid at the back of my head. Blood.

I realized that they knew I was no match for them. No matter what we did, humans could not even begin to match Muspellans in terms of physical strength. As he notched his bow, a figure rained down from the sky.

Right in front of me, was a figure in long robes. Surtr, the flame king himself. The assassins looked at him in surprise and horror. Evidently they hadn't expected the king of Muspell himself to interfere, nor had I.

They used up their last arrows, in a futile attempt to save themselves. While the arrows did deal damage, his B skill-Renewal, healed his wounds faster than they could make them...imagine how little bullets could affect him...and he wasn't even wearing any armor.

He held out his axe/scythe, Sinmara, and brought it down, instantly killing three of them, as their stumps of their necks exploded with blood, red liquid painting the walls.

The last one tried to run, but Surtr grabbed him by his head. "I know, I know. You're correct. I already know." With a swing of his axe, he executed the last one, and walked over to me.

Holding his hand out, he motioned for me to take it. Slightly surprised by his...friendliness, I took it, and got up with the support from it. I asked him, "So...how did you find out I was here?"

He looked at his wrist, and pointed at the sky, as a gigantic wyvern flew down, landing beside him. "Your heroes warned me of possible impending danger that may happen to you." he said, his deep, rich, voice resonating along the walls.

"I haven't fought for days, so I decided to go out and find you, and I found you over here." he said, putting a spyglass back into his belt. I understood how he had done it by now. As he held out his hand again, to help me onto the gigantic wyvern, I took it, standing on the neck of the beast.

"Thank you, King Surtr." I wondered why he would do this, as I had the impression that he didn't care too much about me, and had no qualms about having my head on a platter. Or maybe I was wrong.

As we flew back to his balcony, Surtr rumbled with laughter. "You're quite amazing, Jormungandr." I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his comment. "Oh?" he looked at my eyes, and I realized that the tears hadn't exactly dried.

He didn't mock me about it, instead, he patted my back in an attempt to comfort me. "It must have been one of your heroes, correct?" I sighed. "Yeah...Camus...he was suffering so horribly for me. Usually when people die in an instant, I'm almost numb to the feeling of it, but when someone I know decently well is just suffering for my sake...it's different."

He gave me his handkerchief, as I wiped my face with it. "I understand what you mean, Jormungandr. You may be very smart, smarter than us all, but you're no doubt still young."

I was a slight bit offended by this comment, but I decided to slide along. "What do you mean by that?" "This isn't something that you should be seeing. My daughters only joined because they wanted to, and I saw that they had the heart to withstand the deaths of others. You seem willing to achieve your goal...but your morale acts as a restraint."

I stood up, and bowed. "My apologies for being so wea-" "Weak? Nay. This is a strength. A strong commander understands the needs of the people. I wasn't worried at all when I told you I would have your head on a platter if you failed."

"Oh?" I said, slightly surprised by this. "Because if you were able to convince my daughters, then there's no reason for me to not be convinced, as I know I am not as bright as they are. I have complete faith that you will succeed."

Frowning at this, I wondered why. Nobody trusted me in my world, due to my unpopular acceptance of certain facts, and many factors that would lead to continuous failure. So...why?

"But why, Surtr? If...I were to tell you about my past, would you still keep me?" Surtr gave me a kind look...something unexpected of the flame king himself.

"Jormugandr...or should I say, Kyren, what that happened in your world shouldn't matter here. What that matters is the effect that you've had on us. You've given us morale to keep fighting on, and decimated the ones who tried to stop this."

I was a bit relaxed to hear this, until I heard the last part. "Wait...so you know?" I gritted my teeth. This was something that I couldn't get out of easily..at least not unscathed. He noticed me tensing up, and patted me on the back.

"It's fine, it's fine. You have only shown me how initiative and cunning you are. In fact...as you put yourself in the massacre, making it look like you only survived due to your magical crest, just only shows you how much more smart you are. Well...I suppose that these officials would be the most likely ones to oppose you. They have opposed many of my decisions, but I could never bring myself to kill them, as I feared the chaos that may happen if a king was found killing his own subjects."

I looked at him, slightly disbelieving of the fact that I was this lucky. "So...I'm not screwed then?" He laughed. "Hell no! In fact, I'm quite impressed you managed and had the heart to pull that off. If Loki hadn't told me, then I would probably still think that Nifl assassins had killed them...not that I cared too much."

Laughing a bit, I then remembered Loki. I had to bring her under my control, somehow...though with me being in the favor of the king, this would be much easier...though she still had the people as a last resort. But first I had to finish this chat with the king. "I see...anything else I may help you?"

He gave me a humored look. "Kyren, you really make me wish you were my son. You have virtue, intellect, and willpower." I wasn't so sure. After my actions and dirty tactics, I looked at myself as this ruthless warlord, determined to reach his goal for a good cause. It wasn't the morally best way, but it definitely was effective.

I chuckled a bit bitterly. "I am not worthy of this sort of praise, sire." He glanced at me, his eyes wondering. "How so?" I put my hands on my heart, sighing heavily. "I am despised back in my world for being a failure at everything, and a hater, a bigot...things that by now, I've grown numb to."

He frowned a bit. "How so?" I sighed. Besides Kiran, there were little to none who ever listened to me, appreciated my effort. All that meant to them were themselves, and their own benefits...and I wasn't a factor of a benefit.

10/12/16 Kyren, age 16

I went to the results, wondering how did the state province speech contests go. It was quite easy for me, and quite a number of students had came to me, asking which city, which school I came from, which after school I came from, which I never took in the first place.

Noticing that my results weren't on there yet, I decided to check my younger brother's. While he was younger than me, he was also quite brilliant. In fact, many of the parents' of the kids had asked him where he came from, which school he came from, more than I did.

He was truly out of the other kids' league, I had to admit. Well, partially because we were now in a country in which most of the population didn't have English at its first language, but from what I knew, the contestants had spent weeks preparing for such a speech.

And they were all utterly outclassed by my brother. While he did have an innate advantage, he also had his own brilliance and voice to bring it out. "Roaring with passion, he called out to them, 'Must we all stay like this? Must we all cower in our dens, until the grave eventually captures us in its eternal jaws of death? Nay!' Turning around, he gave them a stern yet powerful look..."

Those were his words, utterly placing himself in a new league, and I was lucky to see it. But as soon as I reached the results of his division, I could barely register the fact that he wasn't on the top...and that someone else in his division had somehow gotten in. The kid who had gotten in wasn't even that good compared to some of the other kids!

A parent went up to me. "額?等一下, 你就是那位在第二部隊把整個房間給弄得很驚訝的那個的哥哥?(wait, are you the brother of the kid who rocked the second division?)" I nodded. "是的。請問你有什麼事想跟我說嗎?(I am. Is there anything you would like to say to me?)"

"那兒。。第二部度。。是他嗎?(there...second division, middle school...is that him?)" she pointed a name. It was someone called wang-wei-ren. I shook my head... "不。。他是叫周念真。(no, his name is Zhou-nian-zhen.)"

His name wasn't on there. Another contestant passed by, and noticed me. Walking over, she then asked me in English, "Did you get to there?" I shrugged. "They hadn't released it yet. If you're really interested, just try to find the name 周君聖 on the high school divisions winners list."

I wondered why he wasn't put in. It was clear that nobody could go above him...yet someone from his division got into the top. Wait...of course it wasn't based on skill. We had never attended any afterschool curriculum...

If I remembered correctly, some of the afterschools would help fund this programme, and let it run. Of course...that required a favor...as the programme would be on a national scale in China, it would be no doubt that the after schools who helped fund the most on this would be inclined to benefit the most as well.

So it really didn't matter...on his skill at all. It was just because of the fact that he hadn't gone to an after school, so he technically wasn't "sponsored." I then realized that my chances were pretty much lost to the wind as well, as I hadn't attended an after school for this either.

Rolling my eyes, I didn't even bother to stay for a few more minutes to see the results being posted. I knew what it would look like online, so I headed to my car, and waited for my brother to head over.

"所以,成績怎麼樣?(so, how are the scores)" I chuckled a little. "唉,像我們不用去上那些垃圾補習班的人, 更本沒機會。(well, people like us who don't need to go to these trashy afterschools don't stand a chance.)" "什麼意思啊,凱?(What do you mean, Ky?)" he said, using my nickname.

I turned around to look at him, as I stopped the car from moving. "不好意思。我們兩人都沒入取,但是是有人家在後面很明顯的搞鬼。那時候,再怎麼好也沒辦法。(Sorry. None of us made it...though there was obviously some foul play on it. It's not like any of us can help it.)"

He sighed. "It's rather like your argument about whether Islam was a peaceful religion or not..." I nodded while as I drove forwards, readying myself for the 1 hour ride home. "I can't believe that they called me racist...that was the dumbest thing ever. But the most outrageous thing was that I was actually winning...and changing some peoples' minds...and I removed from that club for 'political correctness' and shit."

I asked him, "What do you hate most about this situation?" he replied sleepily, drinking a bottle of juice, "Probably the lie that it itself is a peaceful religion...there are moderate muslims alright, and yes, not all of them are terrorists, but since the Quran defines these people as hypocrites who deserve to burn in hell...this is still a lie that millions of people still believe. What bout you?"

Gritting my teeth, the thought of it made me growl in anger. "Sharia law. A political ideology...so violent and unfair...that shouldn't have existed in the first place." I paused for a second, and said, "Let's not talk about this...the thought of both humans being tortured and shady favouritism may shake my focus on the wheel."

I was met with snoring...and a call from my mother. I realized what it meant, and I bit my lip, expecting the worst. This wasn't the first time.

Back to 11/15/2017, age 17

He nodded as I explained the complicated situation of my past life to him...that I would face once more in the future. "Well...what a paradox." was all he could say before he continued on. "So...I understand why you're so appreciative of this place."

"I hated my previous life, yes." I thought about my family...I disliked them. Why did I?...would they support what I wanted to do in life? No...not that they had a reason to, nor was that the reason I disliked them. I disliked them due to their passiveness...the lack of ability to think for themselves in important matters...aside from my brother, that is.

But I didn't know if I could see him again, nor did I know if I could see Kiran again. I wanted to, but if something happened...I didn't know. No...I swore to myself. I would see them again.

"Surtr...I appreciate the praise and favor that you give me, even though I don't exactly deserve it." I looked at him. "I came to you as nothing, Surtr. I was just a young man who happened to be quick-witted when I first came to Muspell. But...thanks to you, even if it was indirect...I have came to accept my position. When I first started, I was filled with much passion and zeal. But as it kept on going, I was filled with doubt and worry. But now...I have a clear mindset in front of me."

I bowed to him. "Thank you, King Surtr. May you live forever." He gave a deep rumble, of both humor and slight annoyance. "Oh please, you flatter me." standing up and towering above me, he got onto his gigantic wyvern, as it started to carry him to the throne room. "I shall be going. We'll hear these plans tomorrow, Kyren! Keep up the good work!"


As I returned to my room, I noticed Briedabilik...still on the table. Loading it with a stamina potion, I pulled the trigger, reviving Camus and Xander. As soon as they revived, they stared at themselves. "Hm...the arrows are gone." "How amusing..."

I hugged them both. "Thanks for saving me back there." I mumbled, as they were taken aback. Xander frowned a bit, then realized what I was talking about. "Ah...it was no problem, Jormungandr. Now if you'll excuse me...why are you focusing more on Camus?"

Camus glanced at him. "I believe he owes more of his survival to me, Xander." Xander gave him a stern look. "Oh? Are you comparing you sorry excuse of a knight to me, Camus?" I sighed. "C'mon...you two don't have much in common. Some details, yes, but mostly no."

Xander nodded. "True...as I use the fine blade, while he uses the less exquisite lance." Camus countered, "And that I have a far more attractive face and sense of style." "Pardon me? I believe, that I myself have a far better bloodline." "But it is quite a waste when the begetter of your bloodline happens to be a obese old geezer."

I pushed them out of the room. "At first...I was going to have some meaningful words with you guys...but you know what? Never mind!" With that, I closed the doors behind me.


Omake:

"Wow, Surtr. You're actually a good guy." Kyren said, as he leaned on a chair, while the gigantic man chuckled a bit.

"I always have been. It's just...my appearance tends to undermine it." he removed his crown.

Kyren looked at it. "Removing your crown...hey, are you Nintendo's version of Thanos?"

Surtr frowned. "...no...what are you talking about?"

Kyren sighed. "Crap, I broke the fourth wall. (2)Oh no, I did it again. (3)Hm...I wonder what little girl should Thanos sacrifice-oh crap! that's not supposed to happen now, because that has to happen in 2018 and not 2017, and players don't even exactly know we exist, because we're only in early November, and we aren't even nearing April!(4)"

He then realized what he had done. "...well, four forth wall breaks, so does this count as a 16th wall break?"


And, thanks for reading! It was so much fun writing this, I hope you enjoyed it!

Look, I know that I need address the situation of Kyren disliking Islam, otherwise I'm probably gonna get some reviews bashing me (and after I explain it, I probably will still get reviews bashing me). He has a reason for it, and I have already made it clear in the last chapter that Kyren wants to take over Earth because he hates the messed up situation it is in.

And also, just because one may label Kyren as a "bigot" or "hater" doesn't mean I am. I'm just simply writing out a big reason out of the many reasons he has to hate the world as it is now. If you don't like his character, I'm sorry, but since he's on the side of Muspell, was he ever meant to be a hero?