You know what, Shiro? Fine, you want more worm fanfiction? Sure, here you go.

BTW, I've read like two chapters of Worm at the moment of writing this, and all my knowledge comes from fanfics, mostly Shiro's.

Just a few hits more. I jumped above the sword aiming for my leg. While in the air, I took the chance and kicked the fucker attacking me right in his overbloated nose.

With a sickening crunch, his lower jaw went pop, and he fell to the ground, the mass of his body making a loud sound.

Rearing back my glaive, I stabbed him right in the neck. A second later, I ripped it out, a stream of high-pressure red liquid coating my grinning face.

"Good, good." The figure on the throne to my right clapped mirthfully. "Congratulations are in order, I presume."

Looking in that direction, I gave him a cocky smirk as I rested my blood-coated weapon on my shoulder. "Was there ever actually any doubt that I would win?"

"Actually, there was a singular instance of that." He smiled right back at me. I only laughed.

"Let me guess, the cowgirl?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as he stood up and approached me. "The cowgirl." He confirmed.

"Well, I have to agree there. She was the toughest opponent I faced in this little tournament." I nodded, agreeing with his assessment.

"So, does that mean I won that reward you were teasing us all with?" I asked the terrifyingly powerful creature before me.

He chuckled as he snapped his fingers, making the corpse of my late opponent disperse into blue particles. "Yes, yes. So, did you choose the place you want to go to?"

Showing my teeth, I smirked at him with absolutely no hesitation in my tone. "Worm."

When he turned back to me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips, I merely widened my grin.

He seemed to size me up before returning my smirk, sharp fangs gleaming in the weird azure sun. "I see. You're really going for that high-risk, high-reward angle, huh?"

"Well, as you proved so explicitly before, you know me quite well. Fun and power are two things I crave the most." I threw a glance at the coliseum we were standing in.

All of the architecture around us was in an old Japanese style, with cherry blossom pedals permitting the air. There weren't many people in the stands, most of them listening attentively as we conversed.

"Hmm, I will make sure you are given an adequate tool for your trouble. Remember, you will be watched by many people; try to be entertaining." He said this, sweeping his outstretched hand to indicate the onlookers.

There were a great many things I never imagined I would see. A horned demon with wings twice his height. An angel with twelve golden wings resting on a shining sword. A pale man with pointed ears and six weird gems lighting up his hand in many colours. Many other weird things were there—too many to describe them all.

"So, before I go, may I ask a favour of you?" I asked.

"Sure, what is it?" I raised the glaive, dripping with the crimson life nectar of my defeated foe.

"Can I keep this? I must admit, it is way more fun using it than I expected it to be." As another smirk made it's way onto the dragon's lips, I knew that he would agree.

"Sure, keep it. I made it myself, so it's a touch above your average tool of mass destruction. So, are you ready?"

With a nod of my head and a wide, fanged grin, I confirm. "Yes, I will make sure to bring you as much entertainment as possible."

With that last sentence, I started to fade from the coliseum in a shower of green particles.

Gamer system activated.

Calibrating...

Welcome, player #17!

You will be awarded points based on your performance during the qualification.

Calculating...

You are awarded 9 points.

Please choose your beginner rating.

Looking over the 12 well-known classifications, I smirked to myself. I already had an idea of what I wanted.

You see, back when I was alive, I enjoyed Warhammer quite a lot. No, not 40k. I preferred fantasy; sue me.

So, what does that have to do with my powers? Well, I always preferred playing the skaven. Oh, and I like explosions. From that, you should know what I am going to do.

Mover: 0

Shaker: 0

Brute: 1

Your strength is far beyond average; nothing a low-level cape can't deal with, though.

Breaker: 0

Master: 1

Through the gathering of warp stone, you can summon Skaven minions that will obey you unconditionally. Alternatively, for half the price, you can turn captured humans into skaven. The higher the master level, the better skaven can be summoned.

Tinker: 5

Allows you to construct and upgrade all manner of Skaven tech. Gives access to the forbidden workshop perk. Allows you to summon Rattling Gunners and Warplock Jezzails for your master rating.

Blaster: 0

Thinker: 0

Striker: 0

Changer: 1

You have the ability to change into a Skaven for an unlimited amount of time. You can change back at any moment you desire. In this state, you see better in the dark.

Trump: 1

You have the ability to strengthen and heal your summoned skaven.

Stranger: 0

Note: The powers have the possibility of being upgraded later on.

Additional perks granted:

Gamer's mind: You cannot be influenced mentally by anything or anybody. You do not feel mental fatigue. Your mental compass is thrown out the proverbial window; if you want to do something, you do it. No need for that pesky morality.

Gamer's body: you don't need rest, sleep, food, or liquid. Your body cannot be cut apart. You do not feel pain. You cannot die from a high or low temperature. Your body no longer produces waste.

Blank: Because fuck you, Contessa. You block all thinkers who try to map you. Can be turned down. Not off, though.

Forbidden workshop: Every growing warlock engineer needs a place to work. Choose any room, and all the tools you need for your nefarious deeds will appear there.

Additional equipment gained:

Ikit Claw Pack: The starting gear of a legendary warlock engineer (Rare)

Dragon Glaive (Legendary)

This weapon cannot be stolen, broken, dulled, or copied with any powers. If you drop it, it will return to your hand or inventory.

At that last information, my eyes bugged out. Nothing special, my ass. Since when "Nothing Special" is a legendary item?... Well, maybe for him it is.

Please enter your new name.

Well, there's no need to think about it for long. Might just as well go all the way.

You have chosen Ikit Claw as your new name.

Good luck in Worm, and remember, be as entertaining as possible. The gods are watching, after all.

Victoria Dallon, more commonly known as Glory Girl, was patrolling the docks. After all, you could always trust the merchants to be doing something that would need her attention.

She was, once again, after a breakup with Deen. And yes, it was something stupid and insignificant again. Truly, maybe she should try hooking Amy up with him again. The last time was quite awkward, to say the least. But perhaps this time would be different; Ames really needed a boyfriend.

As she flew with such thoughts accompanying her, she suddenly saw a flash of sickly green light. A second later, a sound wave impacted her, almost knocking her out of the air.

Righting her path, Victoria looked towards the site of the explosion. As she saw the dark green smoke rising from there, she grimaced. A cape, then.

Taking off in that direction, she prepared herself for anything. Seeing as it was in the middle of merchant territory, perhaps one of Squiller's vehicles went up in flames. It wouldn't be the first time one of her 'toys' spontaneously combusted.

As she arrived at the place the smoke was rising from, she saw...a giant fucking rat! It was walking on two legs, holding some sort of long weapon, it was just jabbing right in the heart of some man.

She immediately acted, charging at the thing. To her surprise, the punch she had thrown, so sure It would meet its mark, was dodged.

As a result, she overextended herself, flying to the other side of the street and impacting a rundown building. The bricks in poor condition gave way, and she found herself inside the structure.

Exiting it as fast as possible, she growled as she saw the bleeding-out corpse of the man beneath the human-sized rat. She flew forward once again, this time more careful not to overextend herself.

This time, it seemed like her opponent had chosen to block her strike with the spear he was holding. Victoria smirked. It's funeral. Speeding up, she put all her strength and power into the punch, determined to break through the weapon.

*Snap*

As the sound reached her ears, she was confused since it didn't sound like wood. A second later, she registered the piercing pain in her hand.

She instinctively jumped back, doing her best not to let the tears gathering in her eyes fall. Inspecting the damage, her eyes widened to the size of diner plates.

The teenage heroine fought hard not to let the shock overwhelm her as she stared at the snapped bone piercing clean through her forearm.

She trembled as she slowly slid her eyes back to the overgrown rat. It looked ready to continue this fight. In reality, she wasn't sure she would be able to continue. Scratch that; she was sure she was out for the count.

Her body was willing, but her spirit had been broken. She had never before experienced such a serious injury. It was usually she who beat up her foes too hard and had to call her sister.

Suddenly, her opponent snapped its head to the side. She followed its gaze. The moment she saw a PRT van parking to the side and a woman in a military uniform getting out, she just let go.

As she blacked out, the last thing she saw was the rat taking out some kind of green spherical vial and throwing it under itself. As a result, a cloud of green smoke obscured the view of the place it was standing in.

I breathed hard as I supported my weight on a sewer wall. God fucking damn it. There's nothing like facing the strongest brute in town right out of the gate.

Fuck, if I didn't have that glaive I was given a few months ago at the beginning of the tournament, I would most likely be captured. Another thing I was thankful for was the equipment I was given.

God, I need to make more of those smoke bombs when I get a chance. That was way too close. I honestly wasn't sure what I was about to do before Miss Militia and the PRT came around.

Beginner quest completed: Survive and avoid capture by the PRT, New Wave, or any of the gangs.

Bonus objectives:

Win the fight with Glory Girl: Completed

Kill Glory Girl: Failed

Capture Glory Girl: Failed

Face Miss Militia and the PRT: Failed

Kill Miss Militia: Failed

Capture Miss Militia: Failed

Escape the encounter without receiving any major damage: Completed

Cause major damage to any of the enemy capes: Completed

Huh, this game has a lot of features. Good. The more possibilities there are to gain power, the better.

400 XP gained

52 warp stone gained.

Think status to see your profile page.

Very well. Status.

Ikit Claw status

Level 3 (100/300 xp)

Title: None

Health: 900/300 (600 Changer state)

Warp stone: 52

Warp fuel: 0

You have gained the ability to establish your underempire empire. You will need 50 warp stone to start. Further expansion will need more warp stone.

Gain warp stone by acting like a skaven. (Fight, construct Skaven tech, steal). You can also construct warp stone mines in your underempire (requires warp stone deposits).

Do you wish to establish your underempire in this place?

Waving the window away, I exhaled deeply. That is a lot to take in. Hell, I still can't get over the fact that I actually beat Glory Girl. In my defence, she attacked me first while I tried to get rid of a drugged-up merchant trying to mug me.

Ah, nothing like making enemies of the New Wave, perhaps even with the PRT as well. But did I really need anything from them? Yeah, Amelia. Although, unlike what you might expect, that bridge is not quite burned down yet.

All I really need to do is get rid of Victoria's aura influence on the grumpy healer and persuade her that Carol had Victoria master her. If I succeeded in that, her hate and love would switch places between me and her "sister".

But all those musings were for the future. For now, I needed to find a place for my underempire and my forbidden warkshop. Also, I needed to orient myself on the costs of summoning my skaven.

Let me tell you, I certainly wouldn't scoff at a few Rattling Gunners or Warplock Jezzails. Another thing on my list was to take advantage of my knowledge, as small as it might be. Really, all I know about this place is from fanfiction and a few starting chapters. Ugh, what a mess.

Emily Piggott hit her desk with her forehead. Of course, Brockton Bay decided to spawn another Cape. It wasn't enough that the tension between the empire and the ABB was at an all-time high; a cape with an unknown power had to show up.

From what her favourite hero, not that she would ever admit it aloud, saw, the new cape was most likely a case 53. With that in mind, the fact that it automatically attacked was quite concerning.

Well, there was another possibility. Glory Girl might have misunderstood the situation, and she was the one to attack. She wouldn't put it past the overeager teen.

The worst thing about all this was that they didn't even know what the new cape's power was. Truly, it displayed such a wide range of powers that she considered the possibility of it being a grab bag.

Although she immediately disproved that theory, All of its powers seemed to be very strong, and to be a grab bag, its powers would have to be weak but numerous.

Well, there wasn't much to do now besides wait for Glory Girl to awaken and tell them all she knew. She hit the desk one more time. God, she hated this city.

Do you wish to establish your underempire in this place?

After clicking the affirmation button, I looked over the place I chose. Yes, I made sure it was close to many fun places, like merchant warehouses, from where I could steal all that fun chemical stuff.

Now, I need more warp stone to get some Skaven minions, because I am not doing the stealing myself.

Do you wish to establish your forbidden workshop in this place?

Once again After clicking the affirmation button, I inspected the tools I was supplied with. As I looked over each and every instrument of skaven mass destruction, my mind began filling itself with all sorts of possible creations.

Letting my tinkering powers take hold of my hands, I cackled in sick glee. This miserable backwater had no Idea what sort of evil corruption was just unleashed upon it.

The sound of hammers hitting iron, screws being forced into place, and warp stone extract being poured into the contraption could be heard in the sewers of Brockton Bay throughout that night.

As Victoria opened her eyes, she grimaced at the blinding light. Running her hand through her hair, she groaned to herself. What a terrible nightmare that was.

As her eyes adjusted to the blinding light, she looked around. The moment she noticed that she was in a hospital bed, she groaned louder.

'Not a nightmare then.'

Inspecting the hand that had been damaged, she smiled softly. It would seem like her sister had already made short work of the injury.

Ugh, she hated rats so much. And this city—she hated this city almost as much as she hated rats. Almost.