I Don't Own anything.
'thought'
"Speech"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
The black-haired demon slayer in front of me smiles briefly, a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. It never does. She's a husk of a person. So full of anger and wrath. "Argo. This is Mitsuri Kanroji. Someone who is well on their way to becoming a Hashira."
My eyes slide to the girl stood slightly behind her, she's of average height with pale skin, she wears what looks to be the classic demon slayer apparel, yet instead of pants, she has gone with a skirt, additionally, her top appears to be really tight, forcing her to leave a few buttons open, revealing her large bust.
She has long green socks and wears sandals, a near permanent blush on her face, she has pink hair that is tipped with green, eyes of the same shade, and two moles on her face, one under each eye.
"H-Hello." She waves as I look over her.
"She's stronger than you... huh... stronger than she has any right to be. But not as strong as she could be as she has been starving herself for the past... sixty days, right?"
The girl stiffens at the black-haired girl's questioning gaze.
"Silica can you make some lunch?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Argo, sir!" The girl cutely salutes as she retreats to the back room.
"So, you've been told what you are going to be doing here, right?"
"Acting as your sparring partner, right?" The girl questions.
"Basically. That includes teaching me how to use Total Concentration breathing... I'll also need you to hang around to open the door into your world. I can't enter your world unless someone there allows me. But in exchange you might pick up some of my own techniques. Your body certainly has the potential to learn them. So. Let's see what you've got. Then eat. Then try again with your full strength."
Pov: elsewhere.
"Finally..." A man in red and white armor whispers as he looks over a fist sized silver fruit. "This... will be a tremendous help to our guild. Do we know who should eat it? Do we know anyone who has maxed out their cooking profession?"
"Sir. We believe that you should be the one to eat it." One of his most trusted men announces.
"What?" Heathcliff mutters, genuinely surprised by the statement. Not many people would so willingly give up such an incredible- potential- power boost.
"Sir, you already have a unique skill. An incredibly powerful one at that." Another person begins. "If you were to gain a second, we believe that you could help us reach even greater heights. We might finally take the place as the first guild!"
His eyes widen as a small ghost of a smile appears on his lips.
These guys...
They don't know they are strengthening the final boss.
But. He will remember this. When they reach floor ninety five and he reveals himself as the final boss, he'll make his way to an admin console and log them out.
They shouldn't die for trusting him. For giving up a chance for such a potentially powerful ability.
That takes a lot of kindness.
A small smile graces his lips. "if you all agree... I suppose I will."
Pov: Returned.
*CLACK*
Two wooden blades strike together as my breathing deepens.
Everything is so... slow...
Total Concentration Breathing is powerful.
The multiplication to my combat strength that pushes me beyond my limits.
It allows normal humans to fight creatures whose strength is superhuman. What would happen if you taught it to someone who was already supernaturally strong?
I grab my sparring partner's wrist and lazily hurl her, she flips through the air, showing surprising agility as she rockets towards a hard-light tree.
Regretfully she doesn't manage to reorientate herself and smashes completely through the pine wood, causing it to fall towards me, tensing moments before she crashes into the trunk.
I lift a hand and catch the tree with one hand... then I throw it at her, causing the pink haired girl to let out a shout of surprise as she dives to the side.
I look down to my hand and clench my fist.
"To think... my strength will only further grow when I learn to do this continuously. What a ridiculous cheat."
It's like Kaioken, but you can learn to maintain it like Super Saiyan.
The girl appears before me, stabbing towards my torso with her wooden blade.
A shower of fake wood splinters are shot towards the side as I deflect the blow, a small smile crossing my lips.
Honestly, to get THIS for merely killing one man? That's certainly very worth it.
With this and the six powers I could very easily alter the course of ANY world. A technique to create superhumans merely by breathing, Haki, and a set of martial arts meant to be used by superhumans.
I should perhaps see to teaching Zoro about total concentration breathing... for a price, of course.
The pommel of my own wooden blade slams into the side of my sparring partner's head, knocking her to the floor.
She doesn't get up.
"…"
"Are you alright?"
"Ow..." The girl whispers from the floor.
"oooh. Right. A blow like that probably would have killed you anywhere else. My bad." I apologize as I shift into my hybrid form and hold out a hand, a healing light springing from my fingertips and washing over the girl.
She slowly sits up, wiping a hand across her forehead, she crawls to her feet shortly after that... then her stomach growls.
"Food time, hm?" I hum.
"I'm starving." The girl whines.
"Yeah, me too. I wonder what Silica made." I mutter as I lazily toss the wooden blade aside, it turning into nothing more than motes of light as it seems to completely vaporize.
We step back into the shop just as the door creaks open.
My gaze turns towards the open door as... nobody enters.
I stare for a long moment.
"Hello?" A deep voice calls out. "Is anyone there?"
"One moment, you can go on ahead." I state with a quiet sigh as I walk over to the door, making sure not to leave, but peering outside.
It's a jail cell.
I blink at the humongous blue skinned man with an underbite. He wears black and white clothing. A prison uniform.
My eyes slide from him to the man black haired man shackled next to him.
Ah. Shit.
"Jinbe the knight of the sea, and Fire Fist Ace, correct?" I announce as I step into the cell after briefly changing my appearance with transformation magic. "That must make this impel down."
"Who are you?" The large fishman grunts out, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Oh, I'm a friend of Luffy." I casually admit.
I cup my chin, my eyes slowly skimming the cell. "So. This is level six."
My eyes stray to Jimbe. "Tell me, do you know if the jail stores devil fruits somewhere?"
"No." The fishman grounds out.
"Alright, in that case, I might as well grab some at the source. A majority of these guys are violent psychopaths anyways and honestly? I'd feel better with some of their powers in my hands than in the world government."
I step over to the two allies of whitebeard, crouching down in front of Jimbe and turning my finger into liquid mercury.
I shove my finger into the sea prism stone lock and quickly open the lock. "By the way, Jimbe, my protection of Ace doesn't really extend to you, so through accepting your newfound freedom, you are agreeing to teach me fishman karate in the future. Sound good?" I ask.
"Fine." The ex-warlord scoffs, seemingly too tired to even really protest in this strange situation he found himself in.
I turn to Ace and free him as well.
"Enter the door behind me and close the door. I will be there in a few minutes." I order as a small grin crosses my face.
Alarms begin to blare as it appears that I have been noticed.
But. It's too late Jimbe shimmies through the door and Ace follows behind.
*Click*
My smirk becomes savage as a wall of fruit appears behind me, I spread my hands out as a literal wave of silvery white smoke flows outwards in all directions.
I feel outwards with my observation haki, as people begin to shout and cough, the mercury gas extends past this cell block into others.
After around five minutes, I'd say that this entire level has been flooded. guards are at the doors, wisely not entering after the first few dropped dead literally seconds after stepping in here.
Sure, I feel a little bad for them, but at a certain point, you run a fucking massive facility made to eternally torture and torment people.
Like, just fucking execute people at that point. Why prolong their suffering... why allow even the slightest of chances that they could break out and return to the outside world? Shiki Exists. He broke out. Why leave the opportunity for a second breakout?
I stare to the side with a frown where there is still someone who is stubbornly holding on- oh. Theeeeere we go.
I turn back to the assorted fruits sitting on the floor, the sole area protected from the gas.
I beam an incredibly bright smile as I look over my new product.
What a steal!
I'll be pissing off the world government, but who cares! If I wanted to kiss the ass of a government who worships the ground a bunch of fat, lazy, rapist, inbreds, I'd have... something something... time machine back to when nobles inbreeding was prevalent in Europe.
I don't know. I'm not a historian.
I look over my haul for the day... twenty two devil fruits.
All mine.
"heheheheh... haha... AHAHAHAHAHHA!" I cackle.
With a wave of my hand, the smoke clears, the fruits are placed within my requip space and a door opens in front of me, one which I step through and close behind me.
"Alright. Well. That's profitable." I announce blandly, to the two figures in front of me, Jimbe seems... smaller.
"Welcome to Fortune Favors the interdimensional multiversal shop connecting your jail cell to my Japan. My name is Argo and I am the owner. You two will probably have to stay here for some time... at least until I get someone who can open the door for you. Luffy and his group frequent my store, so that will probably be your best bet."
I walk behind the counter and gesture for the two to follow me as I step into the back room. "Silica, Perona, Mitsuri, these are two prisoners I freed from a prison called Impel Down... mainly because Ace here is a friend of Luffy, and I'd do anything to annoy the corrupt world government... anyways I've got some new products to sort through sooo uh, they can have my share. I'll eat something else later."
"W-Warlord of the Seas Jimbe?!" Perona stutters.
I sit cross-legged on the floor of the store room, an almost lost look on my face.
'holy shit.'
These devil fruits...
Impel Down seems to be comprised of two general groups, the first, truly vile pirates who have done tremendous crimes.
The next? Pirates who have 'problematic' devil fruits.
Devil fruits the world government has troubles with.
And let's just say, to trouble something like the world government, these devil fruits must be quite powerful...
Quite Expensive.
Say for instance...
Moa Moa No Mi (More More Fruit)
A Paramecia devil fruit which allows the wielder to multiply the speed, strength, and size of an object by up to 100 times. These effects can be applied completely separately of each other, you do not need to increase the size of something if you want it faster. In addition, the user themselves is also a valid target for this devil fruit.
Estimated Value 3,226,000,000 Beri
If this devil fruit exists...
That implies the existence of its opposite. The Less Less fruit. A fruit that lets you shrink something, and lower the speed and strength of something by up to one hundred times.
Ddraig and Albion personified into fruits.
If I had both of them I would be borderline untouchable
That thought... does put a smile on my face.
Honestly, I'm probably going to eat this fruit as soon as possible.
Fucking kaioken times one hundred in a fruit.
Literal super saiyan two transformation right here.
With this... I might actually feel comfortable with wandering in dxd!
The More More fruit is mere one of the truly overpowered devil fruits I got.
Honestly, basically every devil fruit I got out of the twenty two is mildly impressive.
Like I said, level six is where the worst of the worst go. People who either have incredibly strong devil fruits or are just the worst of the worst and were strong enough to evade capture for long enough to receive such a gigantic bounty.
I've compiled a list of my new devil fruits, split into groups based upon type, then in ascending order of price.
Paramecia:
Sando-Sando no Mi (Sandwich Sandwich Fruit) (51,000,000 Beri)
Yaji-Yaji no Mi (Arrow Arrow Fruit) (450,000,000 Beri)
Gabu Gabu no Mi (Glug Glug Fruit) (547,000,000 Beri)
Deka Deka no Mi (Huge Huge Fruit) (654,000,000 Beri)
Gane Gane no Mi (Steel Steel Fruit) (990,000,000 Beri)
Rokku Rokku no Mi (Lock Lock Fruit) (1,160,000,000 Beri)
Hayai Hayai no Mi (Fast Fast Fruit) (1,340,000,000 Beri)
Shima Shima no Mi (Isle Isle Fruit) (2,143,000,000 Beri)
Moa Moa no Mi (More More Fruit) (3,226,000,000 Beri)
Gasha Gasha no Mi (Clank-Clank Fruit) (3,540,000,000 Beri)
Zoan:
Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Cassowary (500,000,000 Beri)
Gama Gama no Mi, Model: Poison Dart Frog (650,000,000 Beri)
Mushi Mushi no Mi, Model: Bullet Ant (1,100,000,000 Beri)
Ryu Ryu no Mi, Model: Wyvern (2,200,000,000 Beri)
Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Nemean Lion (2,500,000,000 Beri)
Batto Batto no Mi, Model: Vampire (2,750,000,000 Beri)
Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Kyubi no Kitsune (3,450,000,000 Beri)
Kame Kame No Mi, Model: Black Tortoise (4,500,000,000 Beri)
Logia:
Eki Eki no Mi (Sap Sap Fruit) (980,000,000 Beri)
Taru Taru no Mi (Tar Tar Fruit) (1,120,000,000 Beri)
Kumo Kumo no Mi (Cloud Cloud Fruit) (2,300,000,000 Beri)
Genko Genko no Mi (Ore ore Fruit) (4,250,000,000 Beri)
Good haul.
Very good haul.
The fruits more expensive than my future super saiyan two fruit being a kitsune- sort of self explanatory- a zoan who is on par with Kaido's Blue Dragon due to it being one of the Chinese symbols... in addition it is typically depicted as being both a large tortoise with a serpent wrapped around it, so it's likely that it will be able to eat two devil fruits, then a Logia devil fruit which seems to be comprised of 'Ore' as a concept. It'll probably lack the sheer focus of Mercury and I am quite attacked to the mirror-like shine my own powers naturally have.
Like, sure, that could hypothetically make me a gold man, but if I tried to become a mercury man I likely couldn't mold my body into liquid and gaseous state. I'd be a jack of all trades, master of none.
Anyways. Back to me using my fruit to gas the prisoners of Impel Down.
I honestly don't even really feel bad about what I did.
I sort of just stopped their suffering.
That's how I'm justifying it, at least...
This list, while tickling my greed greatly, has left one sole question on my mind.
What the fuck did sandwich guy do?
He was on level six. Rubbing elbows with people who were on Gold Roger's crew, or were an incredible challenge for said man.
WHAT DID HE DO TO EARN HIS POSITION DOWN THERE!?
What sort of monster was he?
How many people died by his two hands.
What the fuck does the Sandwich fruit even fucking DO?!
"S-Sir?" I hear Silica call out. "Mr Stane is here!"
"Oh? That's unusual." I mutter.
He hasn't been here in a while.
I rise to my feet, with a single swipe of my hand, causing the fruits to disappear.
I turn and walk past Silica, offering her a small pat on the head which causes her to blush. "Thank you, Silica."
I continue down the hallway and into the main shop itself. "So! Stane. It's been a while."
I hop and take a seat on the counter as I cross my arms. "You look pretty worried. What can I do for you?"
The bald suited man gazes around slowly. "Is... there some place we can talk about this in private?"
I look to the side and snap my fingers, causing a door to appear where I was looking. "There is now."
I walk over and open the door, gesturing inside as I scan the man's body with an innocent smile.
'Aaaaah I see now. That's why he is worried.'
The door clicks closed as I take a seat on a couch.
The new room is fairly small, merely being two leather sofas facing each other with a small table in between.
A meeting room.
"So. What do you need?" I ask with a knowing smirk.
"Does your shop have any poison... preferably one that is both extremely slow acting and subtle. One that can't be detected."
I look over my fingernails. "My my. Tony has been back only a day and you are already planning to kill him."
I smile condescendingly and prop a head up as I can see the man pause.
"Are you afraid that he'll figure out you are responsible for his disappearance?" I ask idly.
The man frowns and looks over me. "What I did... I did for the good of the company."
"No. What you did, was lash out because of your own fragile ego." I continue. "I'm not one of those 'good guy' types, so I won't point out something like 'killing is wrong' that would make me a massive hypocrite. What I am pointing out... is the fact that killing one of the greatest minds your entire universe has isn't a good idea."
"Besides. Didn't you raise this guy pretty much? Are you really so cold as to just up and abandon him?"
For the first time since he got here, I can see his mask slip, there is a slight pang of regret and guilt in his eyes, he quickly pushes it aside as the same resolute indifference appears yet again.
"Tony is ruining the company." The man states evenly. "Even before now, there was no end to the commercial disasters he was the cause of. He'd piss off entire corporations like nothing and his ego would spell the downfall for a company his father and I worked so hard on... Toyota, a deal fell through because he seduced the CEO's daughter, Apple? He called their technology overpriced garbage... but all of that pales in comparison to what he did merely a couple of hours ago. He declared that he is stopping weapon production! For a weapon manufacturing company?! That is a death sentence!"
"Stane." I begin slowly. "Let's think this over objectively for a moment."
"Tony Stark... isn't a fighter." I continue. "Yet you, sent him off to god knows where... and put him in the middle of a terrorist organization."
"How did he get out?" I question. "I severely doubt that they'd be incompetent enough to allow him to just walk out into the desert... thus... the only conclusion we can reach... is that he built something."
A calculating gaze appears on his face as he cups his chin. "Hn... that is a thought."
"Knowing Tony, this experience has probably scarred him. He is going to stay at home for a while and seethe. He is going to hate how terrorists got his company's weapons... and he is going to try and figure out a way to take them down... which is where his mind will return to what he used to escape the compound. Whatever he built, he's going to make another. This one sleeker, shinier, more powerful. He's going to make the one he built in a cave with scraps look like a total joke in comparison."
"The arc reactor." The man gasps, eyes growing wide. "It makes sense that he'd use that to power something. You don't just put a miniaturized palladium reactor in your chest to keep your heart beating."
"You're making a lot of assumptions about Tony ruining your company... do you really think that Tony won't do something about that? One of the greatest minds in the world. Do you really think he can't pivot from weaponry to cars? To phones? The man has an artificial intelligence in his house. Do you think he can't singlehandedly raise Stark Industries into even greater heights?!"
A small smile appears on the man's lips. "Perhaps... I was a little hasty in this decision."
"A little." I agree with a slow nod. "The current downfall of Stark Industries is merely a small blip on the radar. It's also a tremendous opportunity."
"Oh?" The man blinks. "Oh. Stock prices will fall drastically... allowing anyone waiting in the wings to pick up the pieces. When Stark Industries starts looking good again, whoever picked up that stock will be making quite the profit."
"This way you can have your cake and eat it too. You don't have to kill the boy you are afraid to admit you care for, your pockets will be lined, Stark Industries will rise to greater and greater heights."
"Alright. You've talking me into it. I was being a little short-sighted." The man smirks. "I almost did something really foolish."
"Besides. Even if Stark Industries fails. You have me. Just make a new company after I connect to a world that casually has tech centuries ahead of your own. Buy some, then you can reverse engineer it into your own products."
"That's true, I suppose." He nods quietly as he slowly stands, turning to the door. "Thank you for the advice, Argo. I'll send you a little cash. Now. I need to go erase my involvement with this situation completely and utterly."
"Well. Now that we're done with that, allow me to play devil's advocate here. Even if you still wanted Tony dead, it's not like you have to do anything. I give him like... two... maybe three years, max." I admit with a shrug.
The man blinks, a confused expression appearing on his face, hand on the door handle. "Why's that?"
"He put RADIOACTIVE material in his chest. He's GOING to die. It's merely a matter of 'when'."
"Oh. Oh shit. DAMN IT!" The man curses as he paces briefly, cupping his chin.
His eyes lock onto me. "Can you fix it?"
I cock my head to the side and let out a low hum.
"There are a few ways I can think of. Tony requires the arc reactor because of those tiny pieces of metal in his chest inching closer and closer to his heart. If you can take them out successfully, he won't need the reactor anymore and it can simply be used as a power source for whatever he's making. The other option would be to let him keep the reactor in his chest, but change the core power source to something non-radioactive. The main issue with that is that there is no known element capable of duplicating the same effects."
"Notice how I said... known... element." I smirk. "There's a few possible options, but the first, achieving some alternate power source from my shop, is probably unachievable. We have some unusual materials, but nothing that screams 'power source comparable to palladium'. That leaves us with option two. Your own universe."
"You see, Tony's father was quite the genius. He was merely limited by his own time. He hid the molecular structure for an entirely new element... one which surpasses anything currently known to man... where did he hide it exactly?"
I allow a brief dramatic silence to follow my query. "You know that Stark Expo Diorama? The one which says 'The Key to the future is here'? The way it was designed was to look like the molecular structure for said new element."
"How... do you know this?"
"Oh. Obadiah... I know a lot of things." I smirk. "I just hope that in exchange for this information, I might find a new and improved arc reactor for myself?"
"Yes, yes." The man sighs. "I'll see what I can do. Though it's unlikely."
"You're the best Stane." I wave. "Have fun erasing your crimes and keeping Tony alive long enough to make use of his bulging big brain."
I watch him leave the room as I rise to my feet, the door to the shop opens and closes as I slowly leave the private meeting room.
Well now... I'd say it's about time I make good on one of my other deals.
I clench and unclench my fist with a small smirk.
'I'd say I'm a match for Muzan as I am now. Hell, I might even be beyond him... having the More More fruit in my back pocket would be nice though.'
A girl with snow white hair with dark purple streaks steps through the door to my shop, she wears an elaborate black and white gothic lolita dress with purple accents.
I glance upwards to her name, something that signifies she is someone within the death game known as SAO.
Ashley - Lv 76
"Ashley." I greet with a slow nod.
"I've heard from Argo that you have one of those... devil fruits... that allows the eater to manipulate cloth." The girl blandly announces. "I want it."
"Fifty million Cor." I list instantly.
"I don't have that much, but I do have an offer." The girl states with an arrogant sniff. "A full set of max level clothing... fully upgraded. Tailored specifically to you."
"Hn." I lowly hum as I cup my chin.
"Shirt, overcoat, pants, gloves, boots, and one accessory slot like a scarf or a cape." The girl explains.
I scratch my chin as I think over the offer.
"In addition." The girl continues, a smirk appearing on her face as she seems to be lining up the 'finishing blow'.
"Surely Lisbeth has told you of her new skill? The one which allows her to make weapons into something called 'meito'. Greatly improving their statistics. What if I told you I also unlocked a skill that is similar... but for clothing! and I will give you a set of clothing that is Supreme grade."
"Deal." I blandly agree.
An arrogant smirk appears on her face. "Very well. I shall go prepare. I will return to take your measurements and collect the finest of materials."
She turns on a dime and promptly walks out of the store, her head held high.
"…"
"Well. Someone's as arrogant as always." I mutter under my breath long after she had left."
I step through a door, letting out a low hum as I look around.
I stand within a compound of some sort, the buildings are old and in a Shinto style, people in black and white masked uniforms wander the surroundings, trimming bushes, washing sheets, painting walls.
My eyes stray to the green and pink haired girl stood beside me. "So. Do you know where we can go to get a sword?"
One of the figures seems to notice us and rush forwards, judging by the curves it is a woman, but the face and hair are covered so it is sort of had to get a real read on the rest of her.
Her eyes are brown, I guess?
"You! Are you Agro?!"
"I am." I nod once.
"Great! Please follow me!"
I trail behind the girl, Mitsuri next to me as we walk towards a large building in the distance.
I run a hand through my hair lazily as I look around, I had assumed that my ears and tail would be a slight issue for the people here so I have hidden them with transformation magic.
I wouldn't want to get annoyed by some random person not in the know attacking me for no reason.
"Please wait here." The girl mutters as she turns around and enters the large house.
After around two minutes, the girl comes back out and offers the two of us a slight bow. "Please follow me."
I step up into the house and resume following after her, it is dimly lit by lightbulbs which is fairly interesting as I am fairly sure those are still sort of a new invention during this age. Oriental paintings, white walls, paper sliding doors and tatami mats. Yep. This place is exactly what you imagine when you say the words 'Japanese Style Architecture'.
We are led to a sole room, the sickly man who had once made a deal with me while being accompanied by his group of trigger happy Hashira, is sat on the floor next to a small table.
Sat beside him is a woman with long white hair that has been pulled back behind her head, her purple eyes are... hollow... and frankly, a little unsettling. Far more than the resident insect Hashira's
"Mr Ubuyashiki." I greet with a slow nod. "I am here to begin hunting down the demons."
"Ah. Agro." The man smiles. "It is good to see you. I am glad that an end to this terror is within sight... you have come here after making preparations I hope?"
"Yes." I nod once. "I am very confident in my chances."
I bring a small metal ball bearing from my pocket.
I lazily toss it upwards, causing it to rapidly grow in size as it falls back down into my waiting hand.
It's now the size of a cannonball. "I've even gained new abilities."
"I see." The man mutters as the orb shrinks back into a marble sized ball of steel.
I glance to Mitsuri. "Honestly? Mitsuri here might even be able to take him."
The pink haired girl flinches at suddenly being the sole focus of the conversation and waves her hands in front of herself. "No. I could never."
"Hn. Debatable." I note with a small shrug as I look back to the black haired leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. "So. All I need is a Nichirin blade and I'll start my hunt."
"Yes. I had already predicted this. Michiko here will lead you to the armory where the blade I have specially ordered for you sits." He gestures to the woman who had led us here. "In addition, you will be granted the full authority of a Hashira. I wish you luck."
I nod slowly and turn, quietly walking away. "Let's go. The sooner I start looking, the sooner you all can put this nightmare behind you."
WE'RE BACK BITCHES! The hunt for Michael Jackson begins.
I wonder how many chapters it'll take for Argo to clean up?
Personally I'm betting one or two. Muzan is a general footnote for his power as he is right now. The main issue is finding the slimy bastard.
It shouldn't be too hard with observation haki, but Japan is a preeeeetty big place.
Kind of ironic that an immortal, regenerating, anime big-bad is the equivalent to a side quest for Argo now.
Guest Reviews:
Guest 001: No. I never finish stories. Thank you for asking.
Flintbonecity: Yep. Abandoned.
ARandomReadr: I didn't invent the idea of retail, so knock yourself out, personally more multiversal shopkeep fics would be fun to read.
Guest 002: I don't really care for Overlord, so probably not
Guest 003: There are a few plans of where to go next, he needs to collect his other half, so her universe might show up pretty soon.
Guest 004: You got it in one. It'll be her.
Random Guest: Honestly, the Konosuba thing would be pretty hilarious, as for Ultimate Class, I picture those as more the level of strength to destroy cities and large zones of land, not quite island erasing.
Reader 451: Eh, I've actually never really played Mass Effect
DTM321: Mcu
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Anyways, I'll see you all later!