The battle was over. I haven't fully embraced my zombie body yet as shown with the sloppy flip. The glory was good, but I seemed to fear the suspicion that Mu or the other soldiers would build up from my inhuman durability.

Speaking of durability, my shirt was scratched and dirty. My pants seemed to be alright, despite my flexible action.

Marxus fully gave up, but I think his mouth curved, forming a smile. He can't stand up because of those two swords lodged in each foot. A small group of soldiers lead by Mu Alexius approached me. Mu had a friendly smile on his face. I don't know if it's a sadistic one or a friendly one, judging by his history of fighting. Perhaps he was a man of honor. I hopped down to the sands of the Colosseum and walked toward the taller man. He put a hand on my shoulder, like a father and son would do if he was proud of his achievement. He handed me my scissors back and I put them back into my pocket.

"Congratulations, Franklin, that was a great display of courage and vitality," he said in a friendly yet manly tone.

I have German lineage, but I don't have an accent nor do I have any knowledge of the German language. I only know that Stein and Herz means stone and heart respectively. You know come to think of it, my name kind of sounds like Frankenstein.

Mu raised his right hand from my shoulder. He clenched his fist and placed it on his left chest. I think it was some sort of salute. I replied with a bow. He gestured me to follow him and we walked to the exit/entrance of the Colosseum. There were many slaves and warriors staring at me belligerently or jealously. Some stared at me with relief from not fighting Marxus. He may have been a wild animal who killed many challengers, but I could still sense strong judgement and I think a bit of remorse of his actions. Maybe Marxus might have been abused and he decided to put his anger upon the challengers. We kept walking with Mu leading the way and a small group of soldiers surrounding us. Mu stared at my 5'5" body with a friendly smile. I stared back with my own casual smile. He broke the ice.

"Franklin, do you happen to be a Fanalis like me?" he asked casually.

"Fanalis?"

Are Fanalis just pink haired muscly dudes? Looks like it. I really hope female Fanalis aren't as beefy as the males. I scratched the side of my head and realized the bullet wound on my head. I think I should cover it up, but why hasn't it recovered yet? He laughed when I said Fanalis as if I was an ali- oh wait. I technically am.

"Fanalis are a hunting tribe of the Dark Continent and they were physically stronger than normal humans,"

Dark Continent. Africa? Mu continued.

"Some time, the Fanalis were taken in slaves and it was said that the Dark Continent is empty. No Fanalis in sight."

How sad. Reminds me of generic history of a tribal village being destroyed by more "civilized" people, something like the Americans. I replied back to him.

"So Mu, were you a slave?"

Mu shook his head, retaining his friendly smile.

"I am a half blood Fanalis, for I also have the Royal blood of the Alexius family,"

That description alone didn't even need rocket science to figure out how his past was like. Pretty sure it was all luxury and expensive training. His physique suggests a majority of his time spent was expensive training.

"Where is this distant land you talk about?" he asked me.

I didn't speak. If I let out information about the future, then a bunch of time screw ups happen. In fact, maybe time screwed up when I came here.

"I don't remember my home." I looked away from Mu.

I looked back at Mu, now looking forward with a serious neutral face before staring back at me with his trademark smile.

"I understand."

A soldier passed a large sack as large as my legs to Mu and handed it to me.

"It's your prize money from the match,"

I decided to not open the bag yet.

"So, where we headed to Mu."

His grin grew larger. I have a bad feeling about this.

"You look old enough. I'm inviting you to party at the Night Club."

I haven't been paying attention at the time. It was pretty sunny when I first woke up here, but I'm guessing that it was early afternoon. My fight with Toto, then Marxus consumed a lot of time, indicated by the setting sun in the horizon. Speaking of Night Clubs, I've never really been to this sort of party. I don't think I'm able to get drunk, possibly due to my failing digestive system. Let me see if I have a bit of human in me.

As I expected, there were many curvy and busty women flirting with many men, men getting drunk, and the sounds of sultry voices and moans. I think Mu is the most fun guy in parties due to his constant friendly smile. I don't find it creepy, but it actually gives out an aura of trust and loyalty, yet at the same time, I feel something different behind Mu's smiling face.

During the early parts of the party, Mu told the attendants to bring me a white tunic to replace my torn buttoned shirt. I also requested bandages for my head, so that people wouldn't question about my wound. There was a long bandage strand trailing behind me about to be cut, but I kept it. I kept my jeans on because they were a reminder of my brother, Benjamin, who suggested me these jeans. I kept the red sneakers too because of the Chinese believing that wearing them would bring good luck. Red is a pretty cool color too.

So it turns out that I'm not in the Roman Empire, but the Reim Empire. They say that Remus found it instead of Romulus, thus being called Reim. I might be in an alternate timeline or perhaps another world. So how do I feel? I don't even know what to feel. I kind of feel useless without internet or my MP3, but did I need it during my fight against Toto and Marxus?

Right now, I'm sitting with Mu on a luxurious couch, surrounded by a bunch of beautiful ladies. I enjoyed their company, not so much for their flirting. I think my hormones remain because I still have my sexual orientation. Zombies wouldn't care; they're too mindless to get horny. Despite all that, I had no intention to get down and dirty.

Speaking of drinks, I can still taste them, but my failing digestive system doesn't get me drunk. Mu on the other hand was really drunk, yet somewhat controlled as he was still able to talk normally. Is it really a good time to ask about Metal Vessels?

"Hey Mu," I took up my scissors from my pocket and showed it to him. He looked at my scissors.

"Can you tell me what Metal Vessels are?" I asked the muscular pink haired man.

Mu guffawed. He's still unaware of my lacking knowledge of this world. It's as if everyone knows what one is.

"A Metal Vessel is an item such as a weapon, accessory, or jewelry that contain a Djinn. We can't allow you to use the Djinn's power in the Colosseum,"

So my assumptions were correct. So I'm guessing I have to rub it to get Orobas out? I'm guessing using a Djinn's power means rubbing it out and using three wishes? This isn't Aladdin.

"Not to be nosy but which dungeon did you conquer?"

I looked back at my scissors. The image of Orobas came back into my head. He seemed to be in his 20's, giving him the look of a rather young man. His sclerae were pitch black, but his right pupil was green and his left was blue. He had a mixture of black and green scaly skin, covering his slim yet muscular build. A golden coin was placed on his white sash that separated his physical form and his ghostly legs. Each finger had long and sharp nails, giving an impression of a dragon.

"Orobas," I replied simply. Mu gasped in response.

"Orobas? Where did you find the dungeon? Was it near Reim?"

I shook my head. I didn't really want to talk about it.

"I don't want to talk about it." my voice had melancholy in it.

Mu sighed with a frown then returned his friendly smile.

"Drown all those sadness away with some wine."

And so the night went on. Women started to gather around me because of my victory against Marxus and some flirted with me. These women may be beautiful (except that tall muscular woman ugh) but I still have standards, putting down their requests for "favors". I ate the food rather savagely (possibly a zombie mental effect? or I was just hungry), groped many boobs and drank a lot of wine with no drunk effect. I remembered a lady flirted with me about "Going all night". Funny thing is I said me too, which resulted into a near make out session (near as in I accidentally pushed her a few feet away). What I meant was that I have the disability of sleep, so I literally went all night partying. It was a rush for hours, but I got bored in the end.

It was early morning and I was sitting down on top of the brothel or club. My eyes were half lidded with boredom as I looked into the horizon. The sky sure is beautiful without all the air pollution in my hometown. I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I looked behind me and saw a seemingly androgynous man with long blonde hair with some braids near his left side burns. He wore a large red tunic with green trims and a white undershirt. His lower body, hidden by the red tunic were golden greaves, a white short white kilt. A trident-like staff was held by his right. Huh? A flock of those glowing birds danced around his very wake.

"That was a great match Franklin. You really are something." He said, smiling gently. His voice was high for a man.

I smiled back casually.

"Are you the emperor of Reim, sir?" I asked.

"No young warrior, I am Titus Alexius, the Magi of Reim," he said proudly.

Magi? So were those three guys who gave gifts to Jesus become men with long hair? The Bible never really specified the names of the Three Magi.\

"Titus, what are those birds flying around you? Some sort of souls?"

Titus nodded with a smile. He looked at me with a gentle expression before speaking.

"You've got the concept right, Franklin. These birds are Rukh, they are the souls of many fallen men. While the flesh dies and returns to the soil, our spirit find their way to the rukh. As a Magi, I am adored by the Rukh and..."

I pretended to yawn. Due to my inability to sleep, it was fake. Titus got miffed and started shouting at me.

"Were you even listening?!"

"Yeah Rukh are souls and Magi are loved by them," I said nonchalantly.

"The adoration of the Rukh aren't the only thing Magis have," his composed smile returned.

"We have the ability to create Dungeons and whoever conquers them, gain the riches and power of a King. They also become King Vessels, who are the possible choice of being the next King Solomon."

I don't want to ask too much questions. Titus floated toward me and put his hand on my head. I wonder what he was doing?

"You sure are a strange creature. Not of this world, yet looks like it."

He stared at my scissors.

"Orobas. It appears that his dungeon hasn't appeared here in our world, yet you still managed to find your King."

Suddenly, the magic circle on my scissors shone brightly. A burst of black lightning oozed out of my scissors and filled the sky with its green and blue brilliance. My djinn, Orobas was formed from the black lightning. He smiled at Titus with a cocky grin.

"Hello Magi," Orobas said coldly, "What do you want?"

"Orobas, how did Franklin, you're King Candidate, find you?"

"Whatever, another Magi was in his world..."

Titus's irises contracted in surprise.

"What do you mean another world and another Magi?!"

Orobas sighed before explaining.

"A Magi suddenly appeared in Franklin's world. His name was Theo Steinherz."

"Theo?! My little brother?!" I exclaimed in surprise.

I have 3 brothers at home. Benjamin was the oldest of us all and the most logical, and academically gifted out of all of us. Johan or John is the 2nd oldest, a thug who smokes cannabis daily. Despite his thug history, he's still a steadfast yet deceptive brother. Theo was the youngest and most ambitious. He may be a positive influence on his friends, but at home, he's always belittling me and always wants to scold me at something even if he's not involved. I was more smart and logical then he was. How did he deserve the title of Magi?!

"All I know is that Theo is the one who summoned me into this world. Theo may have been born as a Magi,"

I just didn't want to believe this. He could go mad with that power and potentially destroy the world just from his jealousy. If he's a Magi, then did he make me his candidate? I can take that title, but not wear it proudly. I love my little brother, but if he's gonna go mad with that power, I fear that my brother is lost forever. I felt worried for him, leaving me in anguish and self-doubt. I feel so useless because I am now here while Theo is possibly gathering his own Kings to try and kill me.

"Hey Orobas, two questions. One: How did you transport me here? Two: How am I a zombie?" I asked at my Djinn.

Orobas turned to me and floated down to my level.

"Well for your first question's answer, when you completed my dungeon, it started to crumble and I transported us to Solomon's World before going into this world. And 2: Judging by your physical make-up, you were brought to life by Life Magic after you got killed."

Life Magic? The only person who could use magic in my world back then was most likely Theo, the only Magi confirmed on my world. Could Theo still have a remnant of care inside him to bring me back to life or another Magi in my world did it.

"Is there any other questions my King before I go?" Orobas said snidely.

"Okay one more. Why did you choose me?" my voice was a bit low.

Orobas shrunk to my height and put a hand on my shoulder. He had a calm smile despite his kind of creepy appearance.

"I'm the spirit of Pursuit and Knowledge. You're kind of like me you know. I was as alone as Vinea, but I still continued to pursue my thirst for knowledge by myself. You may be kind of forgetful and dense, but you always try hard not to be bad. Good people mean well, they just don't end up doing well, like me. You're selfless, reasonable, and I also see a unique thirst; a thirst for justice, knowledge, and adventure."

But most of my free time is spent going on a computer. When have I done kind and selfless acts? Even that powerful speech Orobas said wasn't enough. I was still worried about my family, the closest thing I loved.

"Hey Franklin, don't worry about being lonely. I can tell you kind of want to return to your world and just live a life with your family."

Orobas flicked his finger on my forehead. Surprisingly, it hurt.

"Ow! Wait. Ow?"

"Franklin, you have to think. Don't despair just yet, the fight with Marxus, and the party at the brothel/club was only the beginning. Even if you're my master, I want my master to be smarter, stronger, and more mature. Your family is far away and you're about to be an adult. No. You are an adult! It's time you stopped your lamentations of your family and your little brother being a Magi."

He was right. I sighed from hearing the truth. If I were to move on, then I'm going to have to set a goal for myself. Now that Theo is a Magi and I'm a zombie with a Metal Vessel, it's time I have to grow stronger. I had my smile on again. I'm not going to let some stupid negativity cloud my whole mind.

My djinn disappeared back into my scissors. Titus was the only person left and a...little girl?

"Titus that was soooo cool!" she said joyfully. This little girl made me smile a bit more. An aura of maturity and energy was emanating from her.

"Marga?!" the blonde Magi was simply surprised to see Marga standing beside him.

Such a cute little girl, wearing a cute white dress with a red ribbon laced on her waist. Her locks were shining with gold and her face's expression was soft and innocent.

"I hung on to your robes, teeheehee," her voice was even cute. She turned to me and ran to me. She looked examined my jeans and shoes. She was wondering where I came from, due to my otherworldly appearance.

"You're leg wear and footwear are weird,"

And no one in school judges my sense of fashion. But I can't blame the people of Reim not discovering sneakers or jeans.

"Your world sure has some pretty neat clothing," Marga giggled innocently, though the blonde Magi wasn't so approving of Marga's presence.

"Marga, you're suppose to be in bed!"

Quickly, she hopped to Titus's chest and embraced him. Marga closed her eyes while grinning brightly. Titus, after seeing her cute and innocent face, smiled back. Marga later fell asleep, but not without whispering something that would overload my "Cuteness Adoration Meter".

"I love you, Titussss," Titus embraced the little girl back.

I would scream from how cute Marga is, but I managed to hold it internally.

"I love you too, Marga," Titus carried her with telekinesis and looked at me.

"Franklin, you truly are a strong warrior, but you need to learn how to control your Djinn if you want to get stronger,"

Control my Djinn? How do I do that? I grabbed my scissors and held it in front of me. I awkwardly rubbed the edge of the scissors, expecting my Djinn to come out. It was awkward because rubbing my scissors seemed like rubbing a ding dong. Nothing. Titus stared at me bewilderingly and face palmed. I felt like the song that plays in extremely silly situations in Spongebob was playing during my blunder.

"Franklin..."

"Can you just call me Frank?" I replied.

He sighed for a moment.

"Frank, what are you doing?"

"Trying to get my Djinn out?"

He threw his face into his palm again.

"Why are you rubbing your Vessel awkwardly!?" he angrily shouted, waving his arms at me in anger.

"Isn't this how you summon it?!"

"No! You need a professional!"

The sound of someone landing was heard on my left ear. Both of us turned to look at the one who landed on the roof. The muscular build, the golden armor, the long pink hair, and that piercing underneath his friendly smile. Mu Alexius.

"Did someone say professional?"

A/N: This story takes place after the Magnostadt arc, hence why Titus is the Magi (spoiler alert).

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