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Rowan is no stranger to adversity.

Learning the Spin was nothing but adversity with how vague his master constantly was.

Figuring out his friend's [Stand] was also a struggle, but they managed to simplify it.

Dealing with an absent father and a sick mother while living with his grandmother was a part of his life that he had to live with until both of them expired peacefully.

Having to learn the customs and all the other stuff that comes with a new world is a cakewalk.

But swinging a sword correctly? Probably impossible.

Rowan is no slouch when it comes to health, he's worked out a lot and he's fairly sure he classifies under 'very fit', but he's never had the chance to learn how to use a sword. Nor did he really have any want to learn it, the Spin is very useful and very dangerous when it wants to be. That said, the whole plan is to hide the Spin as long as possible.

So, with all of this, he picked out a commission that involved goblins and was luckily nearby. If he was lucky he wouldn't even need to use a sword if it was somewhere out of the way. "So, paper tells me that this road has the green fuckers. Which is not good for anyone involved."

He crouches down, spotting the tracks of carriages, horses, people and what are probably goblins. "Here it is." With the flick of a finger, the steel ball begins to Spin and he rests it on the floor and closes his eyes, letting the vibrations travel through the ground and rebound around as he starts getting an idea of the surroundings.

Nothing sticks out, so they're either hiding, flying or not within the range of Rowan's steel ball. Considering the little fuckers lack wings and a general brain, Rowan is fairly sure they're not flying. "I hope they're not." Rowan mutters to himself.

Sadly, now he's in a predicament. He can either stake the area out or he could wander into the forest. Neither sounds very appealing as he doesn't have the patience for the former and lacks the training for the latter. He glances at the paper, reading over the commission to confirm it's an elimination commission and not an investigation commission.

His frown deepens as he reads it over again. A twinge of something shocks him as he jumps and looks around, his eyes narrowing as he clicks his tongue. "Fuck!"

He leaps to the side, evading the arrow that flew out of the shrubbery from far away as he rolls to the side. With the flick of a finger, the steel ball Spins once more and he brings it up, blocking the arrow that flew before it was slowly whittled into nothing as he throws the ball at the area and rests a hand against the trunk of the tree he's hiding behind.

He finds them through the vibrations, counting five as he unsheathes his sword and stalks towards the nearest as the rest spread out to look. One of them tries to grab the spinning steel ball but only finds itself stiffening as its skin contorted and tightened. Not even seconds later a screech echoes through the forest and road as its own hand is stabbed into its head. They speak their disgusting language as the steel ball fell and spun away, almost like it had a mind of its own.

The goblin he had his eyes on turned to see what the ruckus was about and he moved, raising his word high and decapitating the goblin. Or as close as it can be, the head still hung from skin and muscle as he was sent flying.

The ruckus gained the attention of the other four as he gained an idea, hopping back and gaining distance as he looked around and clicked his tongue. "Later then."

Goblins are seen only a step above imps as Alan explained so Rowan didn't see any real reason to escape.

That was until one jumped from behind him and bit his shoulder. "Argh!" Rowan yelled as he struggled, dropping his sword and stumbling while turning as he tried to shake off the goblin on his back while it scratched at Rowan's back and front, looking for a grip. "Off! Off!"

He closed an eye and looked with the other only to have spit in his eye as one of the goblins spat it out from meters off. Almost like a camel.

So, blind, disgusted, and caught, Rowan could only think one thing. Of how stupid his tombstone would look.

That was until something began to crawl up his pants leg at surprising speed and stopped on his back, where the bouncing goblin's legs would be located and his bite began to slacken. Harnessing the spin in his arm, Rowan pulled his arm forward and brought it back into the goblin as his eyes nearly popped out and bones seemed to be broken.

Almost magically, the steel ball returned to his hand after spinning around his arm and spinning in his palm, another flick and the steel ball continued to Spin. Placing it to his face, his senses became numb as the spit was forced out as he could see. Blinking as he came face to face with a goblin leaping at him. He raised his right arm up, harnessing the Spin, and landed an uppercut on the goblin's chin, causing it to bite off its tongue.

He leaps back, looking around as he curses, "One of the fuckers got away!"

Now with the last three, surrounding him he starts to notice things. The goblin that bit him had longer legs, like a rabbit's, the goblin he uppercuts looked like it had scales, and one of them seems to have the eyes of an owl.

Rowan throws the steel ball at where he dropped the sword, behind one of them as the rotating steel ball catches the blade of the sword, it was sent flying, the guard of the sword catching the back of the head of one of the goblins as Rowan catches it and dashes forward, cutting the eye of the goblin before bringing it down on its head as it cuts into his head as it gurgles.

Three left as the steel ball returns to his hands. Rowan grits his teeth and ignores the throbbing of his shoulder as he harnesses the Spin to his legs and leaps forward cutting upwards as he cuts into the chest of the diminutive monsters before cutting off its head, completely this time as he winds back his arm and hits the falling head, using the Spin on it as it spun at great speeds but not perfectly as it flew to its compatriot.

The head hit the goblin's stomach and went through it, killing it as he turned to the writhing goblin lacking a tongue. Rowan simply threw the steel ball at it, killing it quickly.

He breathes heavily, not exhausted but aware enough to realize something. "Master would've killed me."

But something was up, he didn't know what, but it was. He flinches when a movement causes a burst of pain on the bite wound but he ignores it.

As a user of the Spin, it wouldn't be incorrect to call Rowan a medical practitioner due to the Spin's origin as a form of peaceful, painless, and quick execution, and the only way to know how to make an execution all of the above, you had to know the human body.

So, when he crouches above the gurgling body of the goblin he elbowed, he begins to touch it around its body. Getting a feel for its body as best he could.

If he was an actual medical practitioner or even a scientist, he'd probably be dissecting the creature to get a better look, and while Rowan is a bit desensitized to the sight of blood, he's not completely comfortable cutting someone up. Even if the thing is ugly and on the course of dying.

So, when he reaches the leg, he moves it around, inspecting it as he hums. "It's a rabbit's foot."

There was no other answer in Rowan's mind. Somehow, this goblin has the legs of a rabbit that meld perfectly to his bipedal body. The legs of a quadruped meld perfectly with the legs of a biped. Not to mention the lack of extra limbs and features. It was almost like it was simultaneously forcefully melded and integrated smoothly.

Yet, this should be impossible. For something like this to be possible you'd need literal centuries to even get close, and even then there'd be multiple failures. The only way this would be even close to possible is that the world I'm in was previously absolutely advanced and someone managed to find that advanced machinery and managed to work it.

Or, a [Stand]. Could [Kickstart] have sent its victims here?

Before he could continue, he turned and he felt his consciousness start to fly off, he stumbled, trying his best to stay up but at that point it was too late. He was hit by a spell. But who?

Alan told him that out of all the races in Eostia, Elves had the best magic while Humans were varying and monsters barely used it or only used some of it. So is a human working with them? Or an elf?

He leans on a trunk as he tries to keep his concentration but it's as futile as trying to catch a soap, slipping from your fingers and constantly in the air as you try not to fall out of the shower.

The last thing he saw was the image of the goblin missing an eye pointing at Rowan while another raised its hand at him, its beady yellow eyes focused as a light seemed to come from him. The last thing he felt was absolute hatred and fear as he fell back.

As the two goblins watched the young man fall back from the spell, they turned to each other. "He is the one?" The goblin with magic spoke.

"Yeah! He had this circle that made me stab myself!" The other goblin said as he covered an eye, gritting his teeth as it ached. "Now, let's kill him!"

"Wait." The magical goblin spoke. "The Man said to bring anyone who seemed to have worth to him."

"No! He hurt me!" The goblin spoke as the other one scoffed and inspected the young man.

He muttered in his language as he looked at him and cast a spell to ascertain his status. His eyes widened, noting how fit the young boy is, almost like his muscles have been compressed with as much strength as it could pack and that it still had growing to do.

The next thing he noticed was the lack of magical potential. It was there, but it felt like an infant's as if he only recently began to experience the world of magic.

The third and final thing…

"I call dibs on his cock!"

His virility and size, despite the goblin having enough intelligence to understand more than the average goblin, he is still a goblin and with that understanding comes the understanding that the bigger someone's package is the higher the chance someone has to not only break a woman but also get them pregnant. And currently, the goblin was feeling pretty envious.

"Wait, what?!" the goblin yelled as it looked at the teen. "No-I-It's probably not that much anyway!"

With the flick of a spell, the package was shown as the non-magical goblin and magical goblin had the same thought.

"B-Blessed by the Goddess."

The normal goblin pouts while the magical goblin was giddy, using a spell to lift the boy and follow them, supplying mana meanwhile.

Unbeknownst to the goblins, a small spark jumps from the platform to Rowan, his complexion improving a bit and the bite from the goblin almost visibly healing.

In the middle of a cave system, the goblin lowers Rowan onto the floor, the vile smell of spunk, piss and shit piercing through the entire area, moans of pain and pleasure echoing through the systems as it all melds into one along with the grunts and groans of the hybrid goblins.

"Is The Man here?" The magical goblin yells and when he hears nothing but the depravity normally found in a goblin hideout he nearly releases an explosion to get them to shut up but he manages to hear someone say that he just left. "Damn it."

Whirling onto another goblin he points. "Keep watching him. If he escapes I'm feeding you to the Chimeras!" Nodding in fear, the goblin straightens up and keeps his beady eye on the downed man.

Nodding and huffing, the magical goblin starts to stalk away, wondering if he should try out one of the newer girls or join the rest of his brethren. In the end, he decides to go for a newer girl.

As he starts his trek, the goblin watching the new prisoner simply sighs. "Damn it! I was about to go with the others to try out one of the newer girls! She even has a daughter and everything." He whines as he looks up.

He was too slow to evade the rock that pierced his throat and spine as it dug into the wall behind him. The last thing the goblin saw were green eyes alight with flames in them, his teeth grit into a hateful grimace that only promised pain.

Then he saw them, tendrils of string appearing behind the previously unconscious human like some unholy version of wings, all of them originating from the human's body and moving around as if with a mind of their own. Then, they converged around him, grasping him by the arms, covering his mouth and softly stringing around the goblin's neck. His eyes followed the ends where the color seems to shift from a monotonous black to copper, like the skin of a snake.

The last thing he saw was the hatred in the human's eyes as he clenched his hand into a fist.

The goblin struggled as the sound of sparks were drowned out by the depravity that only seemed to enrage the human further. Smoke wafted from the electrocuted goblin as he slumped, its eyes popped as the liquid fell down like tears.

One more tug and sparks of electricity travels through the string and into the human. The string receded and the goblin fell down, lifeless as the small fall broke its bone and skin, bereft of energy, nutrients, and mana.

Meanwhile, Rowan's head falls to the ground as the energy from the burst of anger falls and he is left in a state between conscious and asleep surrounded by the sounds of defiled women and pleased goblins.

A spark comes from his arm and his eyes widen as he jumps up, broken from the trance he was in as he covers his mouth, retching as the smell finally enters his nostrils.

It was too much and he leaned to the side, retching as his breakfast was splattered against the cavern floor.

He stays there, trying to regain his breath from the puking session he just had but there was no escape from the smell. He quickly lifts up the collar of his shirt, using it as a makeshift mask but is forced to lower it as he dry heaves, covering his mouth as the smell is so potent he can practically taste it.

Finally, Rowan manages to move himself to the side so his face can hit the cold floor and nearly whimpers as he spits out bits of bile from his mouth. His eyes cloudy as he raises his shirt collar once more and mumbles, "What the fuck?"

He really doesn't want to move. Thankfully, the sounds and the smell give him enough motivation to get up, using one hand to keep his makeshift mask up while the other picks up his hat from the floor and places it on his head while he nearly snarls. "Fuck. Fuck!"

His steel ball was taken and so was his sword, his jacket was somewhat scratched up but he could fix it, hopefully nothing happens that forces him to replace it. For example, if his jacket was missing a chunk from its shoulder.

Which it is.

That said, the skin itself is back to normal, as if it never happened but none of that improves his mood at all, instead it worsens it.

He stares at it before looking at the decrepit goblin corpse as a crackle of electricity is heard from his arm but he didn't hear it from all the sounds that kept feeding his anger.

Rowan stomps forward, stomping on the goblin's head as it seems to crumble with ease as he wonders how a goblin corpse got there. He shook his head and stalked out, the fire in his eyes increasing exponentially as he picked up a cluster of rocks.

They weren't the steel ball, but with enough Spin, most things can be quite fatal.

So, with his arsenal in hand, he stalks forward, making sure to keep his makeshift mask up.

Soon, a target for his anger popped up, grabbing one of the small rocks, he rears his arm back and throws it, imbuing it with the Spin as it pierced through the little bastard's head. He did it again on the second guard and they fell down.

Rowan continues stalking forward, looking for his weapons as he does the extra job of stomping on the corpses for the extra crunch and to appease the growing anger in him. Once he finds the sword and his steel ball, no more stealth.

So he continues stalking, peeking into rooms to try and look for the victims and his weapons. It was by the third room he peeked into that he found them. A few victims and his weapons. A naked goblin played with it while a group of them circled a young woman, taking turns with her and passing her around as they choked on their own bloo-.

Wait, Rowan lost patience and threw the rest of his rocks in quick succession at the gangrape with unnerving accuracy through their throats, turning their laughter into pained gurgles and their impassioned thrusts into panicked scampering as they tried to back away, the woman in the middle of it all unable to do anything except fall into a literal puddle of semen and who knows what with dull eyes.

The only fucker he missed was the one playing with his steel ball, so he dashed forward, foot up and harnessed with the Spin as he brings it down on the green fucker's head as it explodes into a pulp. It fell down lifelessly but also caused the sounds to stop as he rested his leg on the wall, feeling the vibrations as he created a mental map and smiles, the woman whose eyes were previously bereft of life now sparked as she moved away from the man whose eyes showed a literal dark flame that seemed to only have one goal.

Removing his leg, Rowan picked up the steel ball and his sword as he looked around the room, copious amounts of pillaged alcohol around him as he smiled.

The woman gulped as his smile seemed to reach his ears and the tendrils behind him moved with vigor, as if looking for a target. "Hey," he called, the woman whimpering and flinching as the caverns were loud with activity and barks in the language of the goblin, not a single female voice in sight, "you know how to get out of here?"

She tilted her head, wondering what he meant before he clicked his tongue. He picked up a scrap of cloth large enough to cover her and threw it at her, "I don't have time for this, get out and fucking scram!"

He was already past the point of caring and looking at the defiled woman would only increase the anger he felt at the goblin fucks. Rowan's eyes alight with a flame so dark it threatened to burn him along with it, and if it meant that he'd kill these fuckers along with it, he'd be willing to burn. It was a righteous anger in the face of evil.

And if the woman was in a stable state of mind, she'd have found the anger hot. But she wasn't, that doesn't mean she couldn't recognize the anger for what it was, feeling a warmth in her chest and gratitude as he gently covered her in the decrepit piece of cloth that didn't cover what it should but it covered enough.

He stands up, taking off his jacket as it revealed a style of clothing she didn't recognize as it hung off his muscular frame, as if it was baggy on purpose as he tied the sleeves of the strange jacket around his waist. His shoes resemble those of a noble's except more comfortable while the hat he wore only covered the front with the brim instead of everything. As the goblins marched, he lowered the brim, covering his eyes in a shadow before opening his eyes, a green flame alight in them and the tendrils behind him moving as he blinked.

Looking up, he finally saw them. A set of wires with a pattern similar to a snake's while having the color of black and copper. They seemed to have a mind of their own, since at first they seemed to attempt to hide but once he saw them in their entirety, they seemed to want his attention, pushing against him like a bunch of overexcited snakes. He almost laughed but his anger was still there even if the [Stand] helped lighten up his attitude a bit.

He stills, looking at the wires as he came to a realization. "I have a [Stand]?"

It was shocking, almost as shocking as the energy that traveled through him and out as the tendrils crackle with electricity, almost as if confirming it when the woman scampered back a bit, but Rowan ignored her.

"You need a name, don't you?" he asked as they seemed to coalesce around his arm while he hummed. He walked towards the barrels of alcohol on the side as he pondered on a question, the tendrils acting on their own as they connected to a goblin and sucked it dry, literally as their energy, mana, and nutrients were absorbed into Rowan's body.

"Right, I have a name, now," he muttered out loud, the flames in his eyes only intensifying as he pondered out loud, "does this alcohol burn or can it electrocute?"

The goblins didn't know what to think, they were enjoying their time with the females they previously captured, breaking them until they began to enjoy being the breeding toys of the goblin, until they felt it.

A vibration that resonated through their very core, even causing some of the weaker and more unstable areas to cave in, crushing some of the goblins in them and cutting off a few routes.

Coincidentally, none of the human females were injured and managed to escape after digging their way out.

Regardless, the goblins were angry and the smarter goblins led the fodder towards where the location was believed to be. The Armory, or the closest thing to one there was. To goblins, an 'armory' was where they threw the stuff that was sharp and could cause them to bleed.

They marched as the magic users began to chant, causing the soldiers to feel stronger, faster and more resilient, their confidence soaring as they began to laugh.

The first group came upon the armory and were met with barrels of alcohol being thrown at them behind a wall of weapons pointed at them as the goblins tried to pile on it.

Behind the wall of spikes and weapons was Rowan, smiling viciously as he stared at the literal small army of goblins, around sixty if his count was correct, possibly even more, some of them even wearing armor. Metal armor.

His hand curls into a claw as his [Stand] keeps the wall up until the weight is too much, even for spiritual beings. But it was enough. They fall into a puddle of liquid, along with Rowan's [Stand] as the woman huddles up behind Rowan, afraid as she tightens her grip on her savior.

Rowan simply challenged them, wires coming from his body as electricity crackled around him. "Fuck me over, keep me in this rank and horrible place with the fucking smell are things I can forgive, but what you did to these girls only allow for one punishment. The Chair! Good for you you fucks, you lucked out 'cause this place doesn't have that! Instead it's got me." The electricity coalescing around him only increases as the goblins begin to stand from their charge.

Then, with a deep breath of the rank smell that nearly caused him to puke, he spoke the name of his [Stand]. "[Live Wire]!"

With it, the lightning disappears from his person before traveling down the wires, where the goblins were still struggling with the liquid on their person and their metal armor. The electricity is conducted to the wall of armor and metal weapons first, causing the electricity to jump onto the wet and armored goblins as they yell in excruciating pain. But it didn't stop there, the goblins were all bunched up in front of the opening with metal on their person, whether it be jewels, a weapon, or even armor, it conducted through it, a literal wave of electricity rolling through the goblins as smoke appeared from their mouth and their eyes began to roll up.

Meanwhile, Rowan was breathing heavily, feeling exhausted as he used the leftover energy, nutrients, and mana to fuel the electricity. "Energy transference and energy manipulation? Makes sense."

The tendrils then began to search, slithering over the bodies as they coiled around living bodies, whether they be on the brink or miraculously alive before with a tug transferred the energy they had on them to Rowan with ruthless efficiency as slowly Rowan straightened up, almost feeling like a new person.

Slowly, he walked over the corpses, or more correctly, he stomped on them, crushing them underfoot as the flame in his eye only seemed to increase with every crunch, painting his sneakers red with the blood of the tiny green fuckers.

While the woman would have loved to join him in his trail of crushed bodies, she quickly found out that Rowan's unnatural strength was the only thing helping him forward as he waded through the bodies along with his shoes as she simply cut her foot on the teeth of the dead goblins. He noticed her yelp and pain as he stomped towards her and stomped on the goblin she tried to crush.

How gentlemanly.

He even had enough presence of mind to cover her with his own jacket, enveloping her body with his strange jacket, his eyes regretful as he scratched his head, looking away as he zipped it up and coughed. "Sorry, for yelling at you. And forcing you into a rag like that." He jerked his head to the frayed and ripped blanket that barely covered anything.

"It's fine…" She mumbled under her breath as she followed after him.

He turned, taking a different route to crush more heads as she followed.

With each crunch more questions popped up in his mind.

Crunch! How many times did this one rape her?

Crunch! Or this one?

Again and again he stomped down on the heads of the dead goblins, hoping that it'd dim the flame in his heart.

It didn't. His anger subsided but his heart's determination only continued to increase. Finally, he waded through the corpses onto solid ground, his shoes wet as if he dipped them into a river and squelched as their original color was replaced by the red blood of the dead goblins.

Within his eye, the flame of anger subsided, instead being replaced completely by a flame of determination. Dark enough to confuse others as to whether they were looking at a man's eye or the void.

He was raised by women, strong, loving, and hard-working women who would have torn down those monsters with their bare hands should they have found themselves in this place.

So, in their memory he'd fight. Fight so fathers wouldn't have to worry about missing daughters, so mothers could see their son once more instead of fear for their life.

Women or not, he'd help as many as he could and find out the secret of the ghostly place and the enhanced goblin.

Closing his eyes, he felt his resolve strengthen his heart as the flame dimmed to an acceptable level, allowing him a clear head and an urgency to get out as he's worried at how unbothered he feels about the lack of the smell of spunk, piss and shit and who knows what else.

"C'mon," he extends a hand to the woman as she shakily rests her own on his as he gently grasps it, "the exit is over there. The others must have gotten out already."

"Others?" She asked as she followed after him, speeding up as she tried to escape.

She stepped out into the light unused to it as she covered her eyes with a flinch. A second later, she managed to see once again to see a bunch of stunned girls, all of them in various states of nakedness as she stared back.

"Yeaaaaah! Finally! Ragh!" Rowan celebrated, literally running out and sliding onto his knees with his hands up in celebration and then falling onto his face, laughing all the way like a man possessed as he rubbed his face on the floor. "Fresh air! Woooh!"

Everyone stared at him like he was weird, even the girls with the weapons they pillaged who were aiming them at him lowered them in shock and disbelief.

This had to have been their savior, so why was he literally taking deep sniffs of the ground?

Though a few quickly realized something. They tried to take a deep breath but only a few weren't covered in semen could actually smell the outside world. It started off small, a bunch of women looking around frantically for something, anything to wash themselves then one of them found it. "A river!"

It started off with a few running towards it before being followed by all the others. Some of them have been in there for weeks, they want to smell something that isn't goblin-related. Even the woman Rowan saved was running off to join them, dropping his jacket to the floor as Rowan was the sole individual left in the clearing. He was also staring at his jacket with dull eyes and pondering as to what to do with it. He could burn it.

The thought was very appealing in his eyes, but the jacket had a lot of sentimental value. It was the last gift his grandmother and mother gave him, so the thought of burning it to get rid of the smell isn't very appealing. Still, he picks it up, slinging it over his shoulder and wondering if there was anyone who could clean it and fix it up.

It was with a light step that he started the trek towards the road to try and get someone with a carriage or something to take the girls towards the church or somewhere that could help them.

That is until he stopped, looking at the ground as he tried to feel the ground. Then a vibration was felt. Then another. His eyes widen as he Spins the steel ball and turns, looking into the dark opening of the cavern as he comes to a realization.

He smelt of the cavern. The other girls are already cleaning themselves off in the river so he's the only thing within the area that concretely smells like the cavern and goblin that anything that comes out while zero in on him.

That was when he saw them. Eyes full of malice and intelligence that glinted in the dark. Rowan threw the steel ball quickly, piercing the area between the eyes as he stepped back, letting the body fall to show a muscular being with dark skin while only wearing a rag to cover his crotch.

Rowan smirked, extending a hand as the steel ball appeared in his hand. "That's all fol-." he starts but stops when he hears a growl. He turns and steps back to see that more eyes appeared, some similar to the orc he just killed and wolves at least twice his size. He grit his teeth, his eyes lighting up with flames as he clasps his left hand. "[Live Wire]."

Electricity starts crackling around him as the wires extend from his body, they coil forward, connecting to one of the wolves as he feels a pull, representing the absorption of energy only to feel something tug at it as his eyes widen. "It can fight the absorption?!"

The wire recedes as the wolf tries to bite at it and the other creatures burst out, roaring as he leans back, a set of wires catching him before they seem to slingshot him up as he feels weightless for a second, then gravity takes its normal course and he begins to fall.

"[Live Wire]!" He calls out as a set of wire extends from him, coiling around the surrounding trees as he lands on the highest wire, the first monsters tripping on a low wire and then finding their heads cut by a particularly fine wire before they hit the ground.

Rowan couldn't help but admire the range his [Stand] has. He lowers himself down and flicks a wire and admires how it bounced.

That is until a flying creature rams into him, cutting the wires slightly as he falls, his back slamming into a trunk and then through as he blacks out for a second and the wires receding as he grits his teeth.

Unsheathing his bastard sword, he reverses his grip and grabs the blade tightly with the other hand and forces it into the back of the near spectral creature as they fall to the ground, Rowan rolling mid tumble and leaping on the creature, wires appearing behind him as they connected to him and he felt the familiar tug of war begin. Only this was easier, as if the act of keeping his hand on the monster was easing the act of absorbing the creature for everything it had.

He looks up and notices the monsters running forward as he throws the steel ball through the leg of one as he stomps on the spectral creature, leaving him feeling better as he catches the steel ball in its return. Grabbing his sword, he jumps and stabs it into the chest of the orc he forced to his knees as he forces the spinning steel ball into his skin and tightening until the skin ripped as he forced the sword down. The orc yells in pain before going quiet as its head is cut but with too much force as Rowan stumbled.

Rowan was too slow to regain his balance as the second orc hit him across the chest but the only thing heard was a sickening crack as he redirected the force using the Spin into his leg as he stumbled back. He hears the growling of a wolf as he swings back, bisecting the wolf as its blood looks like it leapt forward and into his eyes. "Argh!"

He drags himself back, blind but not without fight as he throws his steel ball at the orc that hit him, it hit something, probably the club the orc was using, only for it to splinter as it broke through, piercing the orc through the chest as it fell to his knees.

"[Live Wire]!" He calls, feeling as the wire he left pulled to its limit as the steel ball was slingshotted back, straight through the head of the fallen orc and forward and nearly onto him as he rolled to the side, catching the steel ball mid roll as he placed it on the ground. An image appears on his mind as he feels half a dozen other monsters. Smirking, he feels the furthest wire vibrate before it disappears, telling him all he needed to know.

He stands up, using the sword as a crutch as he rubs his eyes, removing the blood in them as he blinks away the blurriness as the monsters stare at him. They looked into his eyes and instinctively stepped back at the resolve in his eyes, taking the form of a dark flame. He Spins the sword in the air as it spun in the air stationary before catching it as he gets into a stance and smiles. "Step up, bitches."

They looked at each other, trying to choose who'd go first but Rowan was already moving, throwing the sword into the head of an orc before throwing the steel ball to a rabid wolf as it whimpered its last sound, cutting the amount of enemies by two.

The other four moved forward but a net quickly raised up, made by wires as a crackle was heard and electricity sparked to life, electrocuting the two monsters caught to death before being completely absorbed of their mana, nutrients, and energy.

The last two's eyes widen as they try to run, but a wire cols in between two trees as Rowan grabs ahold of it, two wires wrapping around a leg as it stretches to its limit before the wires around his legs released, slingshotting him towards the monster, steel ball in hand and sword in the other.

With a throw, a hole appears in one and his legs kick out in a dropkick, breaking something in the other monster's back. Rowan proceeded to direct his wires to the monster's body, absorbing its energy as he slid down a hill while using its body as a board.

Sadly, at the end, something caught the body of the monster, stopping it in its tracks as Rowan was sent flying head first into the river as he yelled. "Look out!"

A loud splash was heard as the sounds of the women scrambling are muted by the water as he doesn't move.

A second later, he surfaces, staring at the sky as he floats down the gently flowing river slowly.

He turns to one side, seeing the girls being covered by female knights, wearing some of the most outrageous armor, barely covering anything as they stop the female knights from charging in as he simply floats down the river. "'Sup." he nods as the knights seem to have trouble coming to terms with what they're seeing. A random guy floating down the river while wearing strange clothes with a bloody sword in hand, not to mention the blood on his clothes.

"Who-?" One of them started, looking extremely official and blonde with an absolute bodacious body with armor that would've had him drooling in seconds. That said, nothing was obvious as a loud splash was heard downstream.

It was the corpse of the orc he killed. It was bloating. "It's gonna blow!" the woman warned as all the knights moved to cover the victims and she tried to dive in after Rowan.

But she couldn't, a steel ball spun on her cape, keeping it nailed down and stopping her from jumping in as the body of the orc went off.

Rowan watched as an absolute pillar of water went after him as he simply did one thing.

He braced himself.

Though he blinked as he caught the returning steel ball. "Wait, I have a-!" He started but was interrupted by the water crashing onto him, turning the gentle river into a bunch of sharp turns and rapids, his back hitting rock after rock as he drowned in what could only be two meters of water.

The last thing he saw was the river disappearing as he wondered where it went.

He was sent flying from the force of the water and into the air as he stayed there for a second before looking down at the lake at the bottom of a waterfall.

"Shit! [Live Wire]!" He called, the wires spreading out as it caught the only thing it could. A thin branch.

Swinging, he took a deep breath, laughing in between as he tried to calm down. "Fuck… I'm tired."

He looked up when he heard something crack, his eyes widening and his complexion paling as he saw the branch bend as Rowan delved into the prayers he knew, hoping it wouldn't snap.

Looking up, he hopes for the best and only gets the worse as his wet jacket hits him, the force being enough to snap the branch as Rowan fell freely, eyes blank as his heart soared and his stomach rolled.

Well, at least he knew why people were disappearing from the roads. That was something.

He passed out as his back hit the water, hoping he wouldn't smell like goblin spunk from his jacket.

A/N: Whoooooo! Stand has been revealed, personally, I think I outdid myself writing the first scene with Live Wire. Next chapter conversations are had and a few things are revealed as things happen!

I've always wanted to write a Stand similar to Old Joseph's but I've never gotten the chance to except for now. Though unlike Old Joseph's, Live Wire is more centered around electricity rather than divination.

That said, khaylittle suggested I add more struggle to the fight scene and I agree but I had trouble really pinning down where I should add the struggles as to me it felt natural, the two beasts were hybrids and slightly smarter than most monsters in Kuroinu so they ran when they were the last ones but were too slow, The Man leaving a little gift in one of the orcs. What do you guys think? More struggle or is it fine?

Also, the knight pointed out is in fact Alicia and this is going to have consequences. Yay. But way in the future.

Now, onto the Stand Profile for Live Wire:

Stand Name: Live Wire

Musical Inspiration: Live Wire by Motley Crue

User: Rowan Zeppeli Moore

Power: D

Speed: D

Range: A

Staying: E

Precision: C-A

Potential: A

Ability: [Live Wire]'s ability is simply energy transference. It can transfer energy from one source to Rowan where Rowan can either decide to transfer it to someone else or keep it. Mana, nutrients, or energy are viable targets, electricity as well. Absorbing is like a tug of war, if the target has enough willpower, he can stop the absorption, not to mention he can't absorb the energy or nutrients of the dead. He can absorb spells that use electricity, any other spell can't be absorbed. While the name of the [Stand] is [Live Wire], the term 'wire' is neither correct or incorrect as it can have the properties of rubber, be as soft as string, as durable as wire and still be able to transfer energy with the same efficiency as wire.

Now that the Stand profile has started, let's get onto anything that needs to be said.

This story was actually something I've been thinking of for quite a while. Not the events but the general idea. It led to a three way tie between three ideas: Nikke: Goddess of Victory, Oshi no Ko, and Kuroinu.

One day, the horny won and kuroinu was chosen. And here we are. Anyway, thanks khaylittle for beta reading this at its worst and for anyone else, I hope you enjoy it.