Monster Girl Quest: Improbable Fates!

by LordDipstick

Hank... a menace to Nevada and all of it's denizens, goes on a seemingly simple mission. He is accompanied by his female counterpart/clone, Wank. The pair do what came natural, as the job requested, but shit goes south, when a second fucking dissonance-powered MAG agent appears. The aftermath of which resulted the pair to appear in a world with horny monster girls... WHAT?

5. En Route to Iliasburg!

Hey look, I got the milk and posted another overdue chapter. What'd you know? Anyways, school is being school so apologies on my part for taking some time off.

I don't have much to say since there's not much to go off on, but hey, who cares about my life? We care about John Madness and female John Madness inside of the horni Japanese game, am I right or am I right? Also, Extra horni chapter coming right up.

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Chapter 3

En Route to Iliasburg!

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Somewhere in Iliasburg…

Early in the morning, there was a person who was covered in blood, from head to toe. The man had multiple large and swollen bags slung over his back. The bags dripped blood and were stained red. The black suit that enveloped him was now a crimson red, covered in layers of blood. The back of the suit was ripped and torn apart, having scars being visible. His spine was lurched over, nearly exposed and blood continuously leaked from it.

His eyes were small and beady with a small white dot appearing inside the middle of the red eyes. They would sometimes flicker on and off, flashing uncontrollably.

Each footstep he took echoed throughout the city. The footprints were even bloody, and a trail of blood followed where he went. People looked away from him. They didn't know what he was. They didn't know what happened. All they knew was that they should stay away from him.

The townsfolk watched him with weary eyes as they watched his next move. Some of them knew that he came into town last evening, but none of them got a real good look until now. Where they could finally see the man in all of his glory. He would then stop in the middle of the road.

"Fuckin' hell… my back hurts…" Hank snapped out of his intimidating presence to complain about his back.

It was quite understandable if you had been thrown against a wall at least four times in the span of a single day. And clearly his spine was having none of it. He placed the suspicious bags onto the pavement. He moved a hand towards his back and tried to look for the source of pain. Once done, he pressed his back and with enough force, he snapped his spine back into one like a glowstick.

A loud pop rang out, filled with pure satisfaction. "Ah~ Much better."

Hank felt relieved now that his back didn't look like shrimp. He grabbed the bloody bags and started to continue to march through the city.

Continuing his stroll across the streets of Iliasburg, Hank swung the bags around like it was a flail. The townsfolk stared at him in disgust and fear, seeing the Killing Machine swinging around bloody bags with little to no care. Hank was in a happy mood, not paying much mind to what the people saw of him.

He also didn't pay much mind to how much blood he was getting all over the place. He kept swinging the bags around like it was some toy, getting blood on those who got too close. The bags dripped blood from his hands all the way down to the stone pavement, but he didn't care, he had just earned himself a month's pay if the value of the minerals translated into Nevadan currency.

Hank soon got up to the Adventurer's Guild and took a deep breath, "It's payday."

Without a second to spare, Hank opened up the Adventurer's Guild's door the same way as last time, kicking down the door with enough force to knock a man unconscious. The hinges on the door nearly gave up, since the last kick left quite the impression on the door's appearance. The loud boom got the attention of all the people inside of the hub.

Some of the adventurers were about to complain to Hank about the way he enters the guild, but they all went silent upon seeing Hank with at least ten bloody bags in his hands and his obviously blood stained clothing.

/ NINJA MODE: DISENGAGED!/

Hank's narrowed down goggles widened back up again, making his goggles look less cat-like, and giving it its default signature look.

He rolled his shoulders, popping a bone or two back in place. He held out a hand holding two bags and dropped it to the floor. The bags fell like a brick and it spilled open upon contact with the floor.

Nobody was prepared to see what the contents of the bag held.

Multiple heads rolled onto the floor, getting blood on the wooden floor most of the heads looked mutilated and partially intact. They looked hardly identifiable. But one they could identify was half of the Bandit King's head.

Everybody was petrified at what they saw. All of them had the sudden urge to get the fuck out before they were next on the chopping block. Yet they were paralyzed by fear, they couldn't move. No one talked, some of them even held their breaths hoping it wouldn't see them.

To Hank, it seemed like these dipshits didn't know what he had just done. "I did it."

Hank dusted his hands and shook off any remaining blood on his fingers. The adventurers looked unnerved. How could this man just mutilate this many people and come back showing little to no emotion? What happened? How was this possible? Were the questions that raced in their minds. They would ask him themselves, but quite frankly, they were too scared to make a move on him. Some of the adventurers reached for their weapons in case Hank were to randomly attack them.

Hank saw them moving towards their weapons from the corner of his eye, but decided to play it cool. He wiped his forehead, like a normal person would do after an exercise… despite him having his forehead being covered by a bandana. He looked back up to see the faces of the patrons, but they still were glaring at him in uncertainty and fear.

'What? They seriously expect me to say something?'

Hank had done everything normal in his eyes. And yet these adventurer gagglefucks were still staring at him with a mixture of fear, shock, and hostility.

Hank scowled under his mask, as he had come to realize that they weren't used to Nevadan tradition. 'What's with those looks? It's just a handful of lifeless heads.'

Hank wanted to clear the hub of all the adventurers, and get his money, right then and now. But if he were to do that, he wouldn't get his pay. Sure he could just rob the money off the corpses, but he also didn't know where the money was located. So he had to act "natural" and be a regular civilian.

He placed his hands on his waist. "So… How's the family?" Hank asked in a some-what casual tone.

Even with Hank saying something, nobody said a thing, insead they all took a step back. Probably thinking that's a threat to their families or something. Either way, they were too scared to respond to Hank or their paranoia that the Killing Machine had taken control of them. Soon enough, Hank got tired of the waiting and staring.

'Oh to Hell with it.' He crossed his arms and gave them all a stern look. "If all of you keep lookin' at me like that, you'll end up like 'em. " He reached down and picked up a random head.

The adventurers looked back and reminded themselves of what Hank had done earlier. They then snapped their attention away from Hank, minding their own business. Now that whole mess was out of the way, Hank could start making some serious dosh.

He walked towards the receptionist's desk, picking up the Bandit King's head along the way. When he was standing five feet within her vicinity she started to back up from Hank, as he looked like he would murder her if she said something out of place.

Instead he placed the Bandit King's head on the desk and pointed at it. She looked at it and couldn't stop looking. Hank just wanted her to see his accomplishments and now she didn't stop looking. She had a pale face on her and her body was simply shaking.

Guessing by how she looked, it was true that these townsfolk weren't all that common with people bringing heads as evidence or something along those lines. But who the hell cares? At the end of the day, Hank was still getting his pay.

"I have 136 bandit heads, one of them being the Bandit King. And If I did the math correctly, you owe me 670 silver coins and 20 golden doubloons."

The receptionist didn't respond, but kept staring at the head agape.

He snapped his finger once, "Hello? Are you going to say somethin'? You dead?"

She kept on staring at the head not responding. Hank rolled his "eyes," annoyed at her not being able to process that he had decapitated the so-called "Bandit King." He huffed and gave her the lightest flick he could manage right onto her forehead, snapping her out of it.

She rubbed her head, which stung as Hank's flick was the equivalent of a slap. The receptionist's head spun for just a second until she got a hold of herself.

"Ouch… what was-"

"If you need me to repeat myself. I said, "You owe me 670 silver coins and 20 golden doubloons."

The amount that Hank mentioned shook her to the core. Her face turned pale as soon as she accounted all of the kills required to get that much, "N-no way… y-y-you manag-"

"Do you want me to spill all 136 heads onto the floor?" He points the bags he sat down.

The receptionist held her tongue. She didn't want to anger the man who had decapitated multiple bandits and dropped the heads casually. It was also believable now that she had finally noticed the bloody bags on his back.

The woman nodded, "Ri-right away, Mr. Wimbleton. I just… didn't expect you to be able to do this in a single night…" The receptionist responded. "And the… uh…"

The woman almost gagged when she looked back at the mutilated heads that were on the floor.

"Brutality." She finished, looking away from the head.

Hank grunted, "I take that as a compliment." He held out his palm out towards the receptionist. "Do you have the money?"

The receptionist ran to the back rooms where all the money was located and started to count up, 670 silver coins and 20 gold coins.

After a few minutes of waiting, the receptionist returns with a large pouch in her hand. Hank held his hand out and grabbed the large pouch. Fitting the large pouch in his hand.

The pouch given to Hank had some good weight to it, a real good sign. He took a little peek at his prize, opening the pouch slightly and seeing those shiny coins inside of it.

"Appreciate it." Hank then gave the receptionist a copy of his map.

"What's this for?"

The receptionist looked at the map with an odd large "X" marked inside of a cave. Hank smirked inside of his torn mask.

"Just go into that cave with the large X. There's a HUGE surprise waiting in there."

He then exited the hub, leaving everyone to wonder what he was just talking about. The adventurers all breathed a sigh of relief now that the Killing Machine was finally gone.

The receptionist would send some adventurers to investigate later, but right now, she had to take care of all of his bloody bags he left behind. She looked back to see that Hank had left the decapitated heads in there. The smell of blood lingered in the air and the presence of Hank was permanent.

Outside, Hank was having a stroll across the streets. He was quite happy with how the results turned out. He was able to relieve some stress and get paid for doing so. Best part, this was the easiest he had ever earned money. If he wanted he could bankrupt this damn guild in a matter of days with how easy the contracts were.

However he'd save that for a later date, right now he wanted to grab a bite and hit up the local stores, perhaps he might take a little nap afterwards.

'Yeah… a nap really sounds good right about now.'

And then Hank fell face first onto the pavement, probably asleep. Or dead. Considering the blood pool that was coming from Hank's noggin. All the pedestrians didn't bother trying to lift him up as he would probably resurrect himself and snap their necks. So they left him there, in the streets, with him probably dead.

Meh, I'm sure he's fine.

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Meanwhile with Wank…

Wank was asleep with most of her headgear taken off and placed right beside her. She was sleeping peacefully, she'd be lying if she said that it wasn't the best sleep she'd ever gotten. Out here, she could actually rest without any shadowy agencies breathing down her neck.

Somehow the sleeping bag had proved to be more comfortable than any of the beds she had slept in. She thought she could lay in bed for a few more minutes, but a certain someone had to go and wake her up.

"I-Ilias!" Luka shouted into the air.

It went straight out of his mouth and into Wank's ears, waking her up like an alarm clock. She sits upright in less than a second, being alerted. Her stance being in that of a guarding stance and her eyes focused. Wank was prepared to fight as soon as she got out of the sleeping bag. Looking around she sees nobody, except a hyperactive Luka. Looking real happy and renewed.

Wank drops her guard and her face morphed back into a sleepy look. Complete with her messy bed hair, clothes being messy, and her energy depleted.

"Alright! I can do it!" Luka pumped his fists in the air as if he was motivated by something really important.

Wank didn't know what got him so excited, but she could guess it had to do with something really important to him. Maybe a dream? Did he get approached by a god? Did he win some sort of lottery? Wank didn't know and it was entirely up to speculation for her.

Whatever it was, Wank shouldn't think about it too much. She had other things to pay attention to. They were supposed to be arriving at Iliasburg today after all. She lets out a long yawn getting the attention of Luka.

"Luka… why are you shouting so much?" Wank rubbed her face, trying to get herself ready for the day to begin.

She grabbed one of her bandanas and tied it around her head. Reaching for her goggles, Wank placed it on her, letting it rest on top of her forehead. Straightening out her trench coat she goes to Luka to hear an explanation.

"Oh sorry, Wank." He apologized, "It's just that I saw Ilias and that she hasn't abandoned me! I just couldn't hold my excitement!"

Wank was amused by the sheer excitement of Luka, "Good on you, Luka." Wank gently slaps Luka on the back of the arm.

Meanwhile in a tree, a tired lamia hangs her body off a branch. Her eyes slowly opened up and got blinded by the sun's bright golden light. After a moment of adjusting she yawns and looks at the awake pair.

"It's too early for this… What's with all the shouting…?

Alice was still coiled onto the tree, rubbing her drowsy face. Luka was going to explain, but Alice interrupted him, even before he got it out of his mouth.

"Whatever… make me something to eat." Luka stared at Alice, blinking only once, "…Alright."

Luka took out his utensils from his bag and a few ingredients, ready to cook.

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"Ahh… that was good." Wank placed her plate down and stretched, ready for another day of walking.

Alice nodded her head, "Hm, I agree."

Thus the party had just finished their breakfast of bread, salad, and fried eggs. Getting their fuel required to travel a few miles or so.

Wank had been in this new world for only a few days now, but she sure was getting used to it as time went on. The premise was quite easy for Wank to understand, simply put, your typical medieval fantasy world but the monsters try to rape you. She was getting along just fine if she said so herself. She could most definitely last here longer than she could in the wasteland that is Nevada, but her mental sanity probably couldn't. It's hard for her to wrap her head around the idea that some monster could just immediately swipe your pants. But she wouldn't think about it too much.

"Luka, how's the supplies looking?" Wank asks, kicking back and relaxing.

"Let me check."

Luka peered into the bag's storage, counting how many ingredients he had left and noticed how short it was. They were going to run out of food if they didn't refill it. Luckily, they weren't far from Iliasburg, they should be able to refill once they find an inn to settle at.

"We don't have much left, but we should be able to refill when we reach Iliasburg." Luka told the group. "So that means we have to skip Lunch…" Alice sighs in disappointment.

Luka put away his plate and got into a praying position, "Oh great Ilias, please give me your blessing today, as well." Luka finished up his daily prayer and looked into the sky, ready for the second day.

"Already saying stupid things so early in the day?" Alice asked Luka.

"What? I'm just giving my thanks to Ilias." Luka said, just before he made a small groan. "It's one of Ilias's Five Commandments to be dutiful in your prayers." Luka explained to Alice.

"No offense, Luka." Wank held her hand up, "But that sounds extremely stupid and it makes me believe that Ilias is just a dictator." Much to Luka's dismay, Wank would bash on his religion.

"I agree with what Wank says." Alice said with a hate filled expression.

Just from her face alone, Luka and Wank could tell that she hated Ilias with all of her heart. Wank didn't know what happened between the two for Alice to hate Ilias this badly, but it was still far outclassed by Hank and Tricky's relationship.

"Why do you two even hate Ilias?" Luka asked his companions, knowing that the two weren't particularly fond of her.

Wank didn't really have any reasons to actually hate the god "Ilias." Aside from having a few odd things in particular, there wasn't all that much to dunk on her with. One of the only reasons that Wank did know is that she wasn't fond of gods.

She already had enough of gods once Director Phobos had returned and when somebody gave Tricky the goddamn halo. Even Christoff was a handful and he was probably the most sane person in Nevada, rivaled only by Rich or 2BDamned.

Wank shrugged her shoulders, "She's just giving me bad vibes." Wank said casually.

Luka looked at Wank with a crossed expression, "That's not much of a reason…" Wank ignored what Luka said and looked over to Alice, wanting her opinion.

"Simply, Ilias hates monsters. Which is something that goes against what you believe in, right?" Alice stated. "Even if that's the case…"

Luka tried to find words to defend his god, but the only issue was that it was exactly the case. As much as Ilias loved humans, she despised monsters.

"Besides," Alice continued on with her reasoning, "what's with her prohibition on relationships with monsters?" Alice asked. "Most monsters can't breed, if they don't mate with humans. So for-"

"Wait, there aren't any male monsters?" Wank asked, interrupting Alice.

Alice stared at Wank's face for a good second, annoyed that she had to interrupt her just to ask a simple question and not bother waiting.

"Yes, there aren't any male monsters." She sighed in annoyance, "Does that answer your question?"

"Yep." Wank gave the lamia a thumbs up.

"Alright, but can you at least wait until the end before you ask any questions?" Alice asked, for she wasn't pleased when Wank interrupted her. "My lips are shut." Wank gave her another thumbs up and the lamia nodded.

"As I was saying," she started off, "As many monsters as there are currently alive, there are just as many humans who have broken that law." Alice stated.

After a minute of thinking Luka had also soon realized it. "Wait… Th-that's true…!"

Alice stared at Luka with a surprised expression, "Did you really just realize that now? Idiot." Alice insulted Luka.

Wank crossed her arms, "Luka, I haven't been here for a week and I probably would've figured that out. In the kindest way possible, you are stupid." Wank also joined with Alice in insulting Luka.

Luka wanted to say something about those two insulting them. But Luka instead chose to ignore the insults since he didn't want to waste his breath in trying to defend himself, when their opinion wouldn't change much.

"Are there really that many people out there who have broken her commandments?" Luka said to himself.

Luka took a minute to think about it, and once he did, he realized, if humans were all following the Five Commandments then there shouldn't be any monsters left.

"Wait…" Luka paused, "Wouldn't following that be effectively exterminating monsters by not allowing any offsprings…?" He asked Alice yet again.

Alice was going to answer, but Wank had beaten her to the punch. "No shit Luka. If everyone follows her silly rules to the letter then your dream will collapse." Wank said with a blunt tone.

"That's pretty scummy for a god, am I right?" Wank lightly elbows Luka in the arm.

"…I'm sure Ilias has some sort of plan." Luka responded, not knowing anything else he could say.

Alice sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. "Geez, you really can't think for yourself, huh?" Alice looked back up at Luka's face. "Must be real convenient to blindly follow a god like that."

"You don't need to say it like that…" Luka muttered out.

He was then poked on the cheek by Wank. "Hey, we should get a move on. Let's stop procrastinating and get to our destination already." Wank pointed her thumb towards the road that would supposedly take them to Iliasburg.

"Erm, Wank… Iliasburg is that way." Luka corrected her, pointing the exact opposite direction that Wank was pointing.

Wank took a second to register what Luka was saying before pointing at where he was pointing at.

"I knew that!" She quickly said.

"You're both idiots…" Alice bluntly said.

After the party packed up their camp, the group headed off again.

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The group were currently heading north at a good pace towards Iliasburg. Now that Wank was carrying the bag and Luka wasn't, Luka could finally run at his top speed, while Wank wasn't even close to being hindered. She still took the lead and had a 15 feet gap from the others.

At the rate they were going, they would be arriving just before evening.

The only problem was that Luka wasn't as athletic as Wank was. "Haah… Wank… slow down… please." Luka begged the assassin, as he kept on pushing himself to at least be a fraction of her speed.

Wank slowed down and turned to see a panting Luka in the distance. She saw the boy was trying to match her pace. Something that was practically impossible if your last name wasn't Wimbleton or you weren't some souped up soldat.

She slows down and walks more briskly, "Really Luka? You don't need to push yourself that hard." Wank stopped briefly and waited for Luka to catch up.

Once he did get close to her, she lowered down towards the boy's height. "Just try to pace yourself, okay?" She placed her hand on his shoulder, making sure he didn't accidentally fall.

Luka continued to pant before nodding. "Ye-yeah… Can we walk for a few minutes?" He asked Wank, waiting for her answer.

Wank was fine with walking, since she had larger strides than both Alice and Luka, but she wasn't sure if Alice was down for a little walk.

"Alice, are you fine with us walking for a bit?" Wank moved her head to look at Alice.

The lamia nodded, knowing that if their trip remained uninterrupted they would still get to Iliasburg. Luka breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he could catch a break.

The party started to walk towards Iliasburg, with a steadier pace this time. It was a little slower, but they could still reach their destination.

Wank grabbed onto her goggles and pulled it towards her face. Just in case something were to go wrong somehow.

"Hey Luka."

"Yes?"

"Got anything to talk about? We might be walking for a few hours or so."

Wank suggested some small talk, considering that this trip might take while. Since there are no cars or whatever. Also that Luka couldn't even run a fraction as fast as Wank.

"Well, I can tell you a little about Iliasburg then." Luka suggested. "Sure, I'll give it a listen."

"So I've only been to Iliasburg only once before, a few years ago." Luka started off.

"It's this huge city. With its main street filled with adventurers, merchants, and all sorts of people." Luka listed. "The shops there sell tons of different things, too."

Wank focused on that detail the most, mainly because she needed some new weapons. She would need a sword or just a sharpened bowie knife, depending on the cost.

"Sounds interesting. I look forward to it." Wank crossed her arms with a smile under her mask. "Hahaha… I'm also looking forward to it." Alice also said with a chuckle in her voice.

"Looking forward to it? You are?" Luka asked, just a tad bit surprised that she was actually interested. "Do you… have a reason?" Luka asked, as he had thought that Alice was planning something real bad.

"The famous Sutherland Inn at Iliasburg is known for their Happiness Honey Filled Ama-Ama Dango." Alice made a sweet smile on her face. "Any gourmet would salivate at the thought of tasting it."

Luka looked at Alice with a slightly relieved expression, 'Of course it would be food related… And something from that 500 year old tour guide, I'm sure.'

"I don't think that the Inn is still there after 500 years." Luka suggested, as it was practically older than his entire village.

"What are you saying? It's only been 500 years." Alice said, as if 500 years wasn't a huge number. "I'm sure it's still there." Luka said nothing and kept on walking forward.

Wank turned her body around and started to walk backwards, "Alice, I highly doubt that." Wank added.

Alice crossed her arms, "And what makes you think that?"

"I don't know about you, but any building I've seen doesn't even last a decade. Aside from a select few."

"And the Sutherland Inn might be one of those select few." She said in a confident tone.

Wank stopped and crossed her arms at Alice. Alice did the same. The two then started to glare at each other, seeing who would break first.

Then Luka's voice piped up in the middle of the match. "What is this?"

Wank stopped the stare down and looked at whatever Luka was staring at. It was just a plant. Nothing about it seemed special.

Luka kept looking at it, seeing if he could dig up any information in that brain of his. It seemed just like a normal plant, but the thing that bothered him the most was that it was in the middle of the road. Luka turned back to his other companions to see if they knew.

"Wank, Ali-?" Luka turned around to see that only Alice was missing.

"Huh?"

She dematerialized yet again. Wank guessed that a monster was probably nearby. As Alice had stated before, she didn't want other monsters to see her and would rather hide until they're gone.

"Okay then…" Luka turned to Wank instead, "Wank should I pull it out?"

Wank didn't really want to choose for Luka, when any of the options won't do anything except waste their time. "Meh, I don't care. Just make sure you can catch up." Wank continued to walk forward, leaving Luka behind.

Luka nodded, "Right, I'll be right there in a minute."

Wank waved her hand and continued to walk forward. Luka was about to follow Wank, but his intrusive thoughts won.

Luka grabbed onto the plant's leaf and gave it a tug. As soon as he pulled it, a loud scream emitted out. The scream was high pitched and shot straight out of the ground.

Luka fell onto the ground, "…E-EH!?"

As soon as Luka's ears picked up on the soundwave, his body was suddenly paralyzed. 'What was that!?' He thought to himself, not knowing what he had just done.

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Mandragora appears!

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The plant came out of the ground, revealing itself to actually being a monster girl. "What the hell are you doing!? I was finally asleep, too!" The Mandragora shouted at Luka.

"I'm really sorry…" Luka tried to get up from the ground, but realized his body wasn't responding. "…Eh? I can't move my body… what… is this…?"

He felt like all of his power was drained from him. None of his muscles wanted to move. He kept trying, but nothing seemed to work. He looked back at the Mandragora, guessing she had an explanation.

In which she did, "That's because you heard my scream. It can even kill people with weak hearts." She explained to Luka while looking at his paralyzed body.

"Well, I'll go back to sleep now…" She then suddenly smirked, "But I'll be able to sleep longer if I have some nourishment."

Luka's face paled as he knew what this meant, "By nourishment… you don't mean…" The Mandragora smiled, "Of course, your semen."

"I'll suck plenty out of you, so get ready."

Luka gritted his teeth, "N-no way!"

And there it was, this was Luka's third monster that tried to rape him. This time being that he didn't have anybody near him. He wouldn't have help nearby if things went south.

Luka tries to reach for his sword and swipe at the Mandragora, but his body doesn't move. The paralysis was too strong for Luka's meek and little body. He keeps on struggling, but nothing works for him.

The Mandragora notices him struggling, "Oh, are you trying to resist? I'll just have to lick you all over, then."

Luka then started to struggle even more. Trying his damn best to wiggle his way out of the situation. The Mandragora snickered, watching him squirm around without any sorts of progress being made.

She then started to take off Luka's pants, and Luka started to try flailing even more. With the only response being the Mandragora stretching out her long tongue over Luka's penis. She started to lick at his shaft slowly, letting the boy feel every inch of her slippery organ.

"A…ahh…" Luka breathed out, his dick started to become fully erect, rising up like a statue.

The Mandragora pulled her face back to comment, "Haha, what a cute voice!"

She then gave Luka a smile, "Let me do something better then." Luka's eyes widened at her statement, "Eh…?"

The Mandragora leaned even closer to Luka's groin, and wrapped her tongue around Luka's penis. She started to suck on Luka's member even harder and stroked it with her hand. The overwhelming pleasure hit Luka like a hammer.

"Ahii… Ahh!" Luka's body started to shake with each stroke. He tried to not succumb to the pleasure but it was totally useless. He grew weaker with every coming second, unable to do anything.

The Mandragora then started to move faster. Making the fake Hero squirm and twitch even more. Luka knew that he wouldn't survive at this rate. While training with Wank and Alice did increase his stamina, his "other" stamina paled in comparison.

Luka tried to move out of the Mandragora's grasp yet again, but it didn't work at all. His body still refused to move even with Luka's will power.

The Mandragora noticed Luka's continued struggle, and continued. Just with more speed and with a complete overhaul of pleasure. She started to alternate between licking and squeezing Luka's member with her tongue.

"A-ahh!" Luka lets out another pleasure-filled moan, for every inch of his penis was feeling it.

Worst part was that he couldn't do anything about it, except sitting there and watching all of this happening to him.

"Haha, just a little boy… how weak." The Mandragora took a break from licking the boy just to comment on his weakness.

She then moved to Luka's tip. She flicked that single part with her tongue. The warm wetness was even harder to bear, not including the pressure that the Mandragora was putting on him.

"Fuaaa…" Luka moaned even more. "No… no more…" Luka pleaded, getting closer with every passing second.

His hips were starting to shake uncontrollably. It was like he was melting. He was getting even closer to climaxing, and it could happen any second now.

Luka struggles even more, "Urghh…!" He grunted, using every muscle in his body to try and break free from the paralysis. But like the other past attempts, this goes absolutely nowhere.

"You're still trying to resist?" The Mandragora asks Luka, slightly annoyed that he still hasn't given up yet. "Well then… I'll force you to submit with this technique!"

The Mandragora's tongue reaches all the way towards the base of Luka's penis, squeezing him all over.

The pleasure was starting to get too much to resist. He couldn't handle it anymore. His mind started to get blank, with the wetness and warmth of the Mandragora's tongue, overwhelming his mind.

"Ahh! Hahhh!" Unable to resist the Mandragora, Luka started to wiggle around clumsily. With each lick Luka's senses seemed to be chased further away.

Just when Luka was about to climax and his mind was about to go blank, a loud pop rang out.

"Seriously Luka? Again? This is the second time I had to save your ass." Luka looked up and saw that Wank was looking down at him with smoke exiting from her clenched hand.

The Mandragora was knocked out with a dazed look on her face. The Mandragora soon woke up, "Urgh… My head…"

The monster girl looks up to see Wank towering over her, "Get out of my sight before I knock you out a second time." Wank clenched her fist.

"O-okay…" The Mandragora went back into the ground, not wanting to get punched a second time from someone that strong.

Mandragora has been chased away by Wank!

Wank earns 15 EXP!

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"Haa… Haa…" Luka sighed in relief.

Now that a monster girl wasn't sucking him off, he could finally catch a breath. If Wank hadn't came in at the right time, then he would've most definetely been fucked, literally.

"Th-thank you… Wank." Luka started to wiggle his body out of the paralysis now that the Mandragora had been defeated.

Wank looked Luka up and down, looking to see if he was injured. However, her eyes landed on Luka's still erect penis and a sly smile appeared under her mask.

"Ara Ara~" Wank stared at his exposed penis. "Was little Luka that excited to see me?~"

[Hank disliked that.]

The seductive tone that Wank used put Luka on the edge. His eyes looked down and saw that his little Luka was still exposed for the world to see. What made it worse was that Wank was staring directly at it.

"E-EH!?" Luka shouted out with a flustered face.

He tried to move his arms to cover it up, but they didn't move at all. He was still paralyzed and couldn't move still. He snapped towards Wank's face, seeing how she was still looking at him with an amused look.

"W-would you st-stop looking!" Luka shouted at her.

Wank held her mouth and tried not to burst into laughter, but alas she couldn't hold it in, "Pfft hahaha! I'm just messing with you!" She continued to laugh for another second, stopping after Luka stared at her with an angry expression.

"C'mon let's get you out of that paralysis."

Wank grabbed him by the arms and lifted him out of the paralysis. Luka quickly pulls his pants back up and tightens his belt up. Still looking down at the floor, as he was too embarrassed to look at Wank after she saw his entire member.

"So… want me to keep what I just said between us, or do you want me to fully forget it?" Wank questions.

"I… think it's best that you forget it… Still, thanks for getting me out of that mess." Luka backed away from Wank, since she was still in his face.

"It's alright." She then flashed him a thumbs up and Luka returned with a smile.

While that was happening, Alice came out of nowhere. "I'm surprised you didn't try to kill her, like you did to that Slug Girl."

Wank turned back to look at Alice, appearing from nowhere. "Shut up, last time I checked she was still alive."

"Last time I checked you put her into a coma."

"Well she's still alive!"

"And still in a coma."

Luka walks in between the two, before the conversation could turn into a full on debate. "Hey, let's not escalate this any further okay? We don't need to waste any more time."

Alice turns away from Wank and faces the road, "Luka's right. If we don't stop now, then I'll never be able to taste those Ama-Ama Dangos."

Wank slowly shook her head and took a step. Then her ears picked up on some sound.

She raises a hand to her ear, "Hang on, do you hear that?"

Luka was going to ask about what, but Wank put her hand on his mouth. Alice also listened in, catching onto what Wank heard. The party quieted down and started to listen with keen ears.

It was faint at first, but Wank recognized the sounds as footsteps.

The footsteps seemed to get closer and voices could be heard. "We can't stay here! No-not with that MONSTER here!" A male said in a panicked voice. "Tha-that THING murdered everyone!"

The assassin hovers over her knife and keeps her eyes glued onto where the noise came from.

"Wank, do you know what's going on?" Luka asks, expecting her to know immediately.

"Course not, Luka, but it's best if we steer clear of them."

"What if they need our help?" Luka asked as they sounded distraught. "They could be travelers who came across a terrible monster."

"Luka… that seems extremely unnecessary."

"Wank, I'm a Hero! I can't let evil monsters terrorize innocent civilians!"

Wank puts her face into her palms. She groans internally and looks over to Alice. "What do you think of this?"

"I think this is a waste of time." Alice says bluntly.

Luka crossed his arms, "I'm still going to help them!"

"You were barely able to handle a slime." Wank stated.

Luka looks back at Alice to see her holding her mouth and a tear forming in her eye. "Y-you almost lost to a slime!?"

The boy became embarrassed by that fact and said nothing in return. He turned 180 and went the other direction to help out the group of travelers. Wank crossed her arms and walked with Luka to where they were.

As soon as the duo got near the travelers, they quickly pulled their swords out and pointed it at Wank. "Th-there it is!" One of them shouted.

The boy said nothing in return, and went the other direction to help out the group of travelers. Wank crossed her arms and walked with Luka to where they were.

As soon as the duo got near the travelers, they quickly pulled their swords out and pointed it at Wank. "Th-there it is!" One of them shouted.

"What?" Wank asked.

The "travelers" seemed to only focus on Wank's more notable traits and compared them to the Killing Machine from last night. The glowing goggles, the staggerating height, and the overall threatening presence brought by her.

There was still some difference between the Killing Machine and Wank. That being, different genders, different colors, and the not so deep gravelly voice.

However, the "travelers" didn't seem to care about these differences and jumped the gun… or uh sword.

"DIE YOU MONSTER!" The closest bandit swung his sword at Wank's throat.

Wank dodged the blade by an inch. She grabs the man by the forearm and elbows him in the chest, with enough strength to crack some ribs. The man was then judo flipped onto the ground, knocking him down for the meantime.

'Fucking Hank… Just what did you do this time?'

"Wank, what did you do!?" Luka pulls his still sheathed sword out and stands back to back with Wank.

"I didn't do anything! You think I would go out of my way to harass some random people?" Wank removed her knife and spun it around her hand.

These "travelers" just suddenly attacked them upon seeing Wank. They had no reason to immediately lunge towards one of their necks, but it looks like they'll have to fight.

"Luka, take out the guy I just laid out. I can handle the other two." Wank focused her attention on the remaining men who got their weapons ready.

As for Luka, the guy who Wank just injured was slowly getting back up and reaching for his dropped sword.

---

Bandit A attacks!

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Although Luka wasn't looking for a fight, he was forced to engage. 'Wank better explain after this…'

He keeps his sword in a firm grip and would be having to fight a human instead of a monster. Hopefully he wouldn't have to draw blood, but at least he wouldn't have some absurd abilities.

"…Drop your sword and leave, and I won't have to resort to fighting."

"My ass I would let that monster live!" The bandit roared.

He swipes his sword across the boy's face and Luka would dodge it by a hair. The attack trimmed the top of Luka's hair and left an opening. Luka takes his chance and strikes the bandit in the guts with the pommel of his sword.

"Gah! Why you little brat!"

The bandit swings his fist at Luka. The distance was too close and Luka was unable to dodge it. He is punched in the jaw and falls onto the ground.

The bandit lifts his sword over his head, with the intent to impale Luka on his blade. The fake Hero quickly gets his second wind and swings his scabbard-covered sword like a club, right into the bandit's knee.

It wasn't strong by any means, but it did the job with offsetting the bandit. As he would miss the stab and dig his sword deep into the ground.

Luka takes his chance and rolls away from the bandit. Gathering his breath, Luka attacks again. He swings at the bandit's head with the bandit narrowly dodging it.

"Just die!" The bandit takes his sword out of the ground and lunges at Luka again, this time aiming it at Luka's heart.

"Gah!" Luka avoids the fatal stab to the heart, instead having the blade dig deep into his side.

So far he only got hit twice, but they still hurt. He was bleeding from the side and his jaw still stung. The side wound would be the more fatal of the two, as now any movement he did hurt. The good news however, he was now ready for a powerful blow.

"Ora!" Luka puts all of his weight into a horizontal swing towards the bandit's temple.

The strike was strong enough to make the bandit's head ring and shake. He backs off holding his head.

"Urgh!" The bandit roars and starts to blindly swing at Luka.

Luka is overwhelmed by the number of slashes coming his way. Cuts dig into Luka's skin as he had no way of defending against this. The bandit also seemed to be blinded by rage, meaning that nothing would stop him from his damn anger issues.

'I too can play this game!' Luka grits his teeth and holds his sword tightly.

The boy would soon also swing wildly, flailing the blade like a wet noodle. He would bounce or reflect any swing that the bandit threw. The damage output wasn't as strong as the bandit's, but that wasn't his intention. He intends on trying to wear down the bandit, as he must run out of stamina real soon.

And Luka was correct, the bandit starts slowing down and breathing hard. He soon got so tired that his arms refused to pick up the sword. Luka was also feeling the hurt, for his arms ached from the constant swinging and the cuts on his body not helping.

"Ack… H-here I go!" Luka shouts, motivating himself. "Hah!" Luka swings the sword directly at the bandit's noggin.

Blood spewed from the bandit's nose and he fell to the floor unconscious. "Gahk…"

Bandit A has been defeated by Luka!

Luka earns 25 EXP!

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Luka falls on the ground and clenches his side, "Hah… Hah…"

Luka had just defeated a bandit on his own. He was elated that he could do such a thing when the bandit looked way stronger than he was. It was quite a booster towards his ego. He starts to rest and regain his energy.

'If that were to go on longer… I would've been done for. And Wank… would have to save me yet again…'

"Th-that's right!" He then remembers that Wank was busy fighting two of them at once.

He grabs onto his sword ready to assist Wank. Luka quickly gets up back onto his feet and rushes towards Wank's aid. Only to be greeted by her standing victorious, with her right hand covered in blood and in that hand, a bloody knife.

"W-Wank! Di-did you… kill them!?"

"Hrm?" Wank turns back to look at Luka, "Oh no, I hit them in non-fatal areas. I didn't outright kill them."

Wank moves over to show Luka that she had aimed for the limbs and the back. It was still quite bloody, but Luka didn't want to look at any more blood that's out of someone's body.

Wank would grab Luka and gently lift him up and walk him out of the forest, where she would treat Luka's wounds, now that he had some.

While it was true that Wank didn't outright kill them, she failed to mention that she had instead paralyzed both of them from the neck down as Wank had cut into their spine in such a way that they couldn't do anything but watch as the world continued without them. As she had given them a bad case of paraplegia. Not to mention, Wank had also severed their arteries, veins and anything major.

So they would either simply bleed out to death, or be left to rot.

Meanwhile Wank was busy wrapping Luka's side with a roll of bandages, "Damn, we might be out of bandages soon."

Luka pulls his shirt back down now that Wank was done with the wrapping process, "It's alright, we can restock when we get Iliasburg. Although… it might take a bit longer."

"Maybe it's because you decided to do something that was a waste of time." Alice scolds Luka.

"Alright I get it. You don't need to remind me…" Luka said, moving north to Iliasburg. "And Wank, can you tell me why those bandits would've attacked us?"

"Ah… I might look like someone else and they probably got us confused."

"Do you know who that person is? Because whoever they are, the bandits seemed pretty convinced that they were a monster."

"I probably know. I also have a feeling that the monster's name is Hank." Wank said with a bit of disdain in her voice.

"Eh? Hank?"

Luka hadn't heard of the name, but it seemed like Wank had history with this Hank person. He would like to ask who Hank was, but he really couldn't after all, that would've been a waste of even more time. Even Alice seemed a bit tempted to ask Wank, but she decided to not budge, as Ama-Ama Dangos seemed to be on a higher priority list. Either way, Luka leads the way and continues walking, without being sexually assaulted this time.

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"We're almost there!" Luka shouted, excited to go to the city once again.

As the sun was setting the party soon found themself nearing the city. Iliasburg was right in front of them. From the vantage point they had, they could see the large city in all of its glory. There was one problem though.

They had a monster in their party. And according to Luka, monsters are generally hated in this continent. So going through the gates would be quite a challenge if they wanted to come through.

"Alice… are you able to disguise yourself as a human?" Luka asks the monster girl.

Alice sighed, "I can, but taking the form of a human is unpleasant…" She crosses her arms and pouts, "Why should I have to pretend to be a human?"

"Because then you can't have those Ama-Ama Dangos you've been lusting about." Wank reminded Alice.

"Crap… I guess that's true. One moment…"

Alice's skin changed from the lavender purple to a normal skin tone. Her horns seemed to disappear and her snake body would shift into a normal set of legs. Although, some parts of her body would remain. Like the tribal tattoos on her skin and the silver hair. The red eye mark on her hair would also stay on top of her head.

"How's this then?" Alice asks, looking at her body.

"Ahh… That's good." Luka and Wank gave Alice a thumbs up.

With that out of the way, the party could pass the gates without much trouble. Unless they are disturbed by Wank's odd clothing that was obviously not from around here.

Thus the party walked a few more hills and finally entered the city.

The party was greeted by nothing… The city seemed to be a ghost town. No one was there and the streets weren't as crowded as Luka had said before. Even Luka was surprised about what was going on.

"What the… Why does everything look so strange?"

The air around them was tense. The city looked nowhere as populated as Luka had said it to be. Almost as if everyone had barricaded themselves in their own homes.

"What's going on!?" Luka then ran down the plaza, going past the city's main street. "Hey wait up!" Wank gave chase to Luka, running after him.

Luka then stops abruptly and looks at the floor. "What happened here!?"

Wank also stops to see what Luka was looking at. There were bloody bags just outside of a building. They were all swollen up and were dripping with blood. A trail was left behind, it looked fresh. As if whoever came here was around by the time Luka had arrived at the city. Luka didn't want to do any detective work and stayed away from the bags, backing up a whole five feet away from it. Wank would open one of them up and close it after a quick peek.

She turns around at Luka, "Yup, those are decapitated heads." Wank says with a calm tone.

"De-!" Luka holds his mouth, trying not to vomit out his breakfast. He fights the urge not to and holds it in. Wank pats Luka on the back, trying her best to make sure he's okay. Just to see two red eyes staring at her from a distance. She stands up and looks in that direction, seeing the two eyes disappear.

"Wh-Who… Who would do this!?" Luka stammered.

"I know who would…" Wank says, staring at an area where she thought she had just seen the man responsible. "Luka go find who's responsible for the city acting like this. I'll go track down this headhunter."

"Isn't the-"

"No, the heads in the bags were dead for what seemed to be a while. While whoever is causing the city to be like this, is more recent, judging by the commotion still happening." Wank explained.

Luka nodded his head. He ran deep towards the plaza looking for whatever was happening. Wank kept staring at the bag filled with heads and followed the bloody footprints, where the suspected killer lurked.

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Luka runs deeper into the plaza, looking for the reason why the city looked like a ghost town. In the distance Luka could hear some sort of commotion going on. He jumps behind a tree on the side of the road.

Peeking his head out ever so slightly, he sees what was going on. "That's…!"

What stood in the plaza was a monster swordswoman. Known as Granberia, one of the four heavenly knights. Able to stand up against an entire army by herself, killing thousands of soldiers.

Right now there were three soldiers battling her. All of them getting their ass beaten. She sighed and crossed her arms, planting her sword into the ground.

"Only you three are left…" She looked towards the soldiers on the ground, " Are you just going to watch while I take control of this city?"

"Or is one of you going to be a Hero and try to face me!?" The soldiers stood in silence. "Well? Hurry up and decide!"

"Grr… Damn you!" One of the soldiers got up and placed their sword back into their arms. Another soldier got up, encouraged by the other soldier, "I won't let a monster like you do whatever you want!"

The two of the three remaining soldiers face Granberia. While the third soldier would cower in the back, unable to move. He was quite literally shaking in his boots.

"That's the spirit." Granberia takes her sword out of the ground and lifts it up, "But even if you have the spirit, it's meaningless!"

Flames surround Granberia's sword, giving off a scorching heat, hot enough for Luka to feel from a distance. Both the soldiers grunted, but didn't back down from the heat.

"Take this!" The soldier steps forwards and swings at Granberia.

The Heavenly Knight would then vanish into nothing. The soldier looked around himself and quickly fainted, "Gah!" He fell towards the floor and behind him stood Granberia.

"What was that?" Faster than Luka's eyes could track, she had instantly knocked a soldier unconscious.

The second soldier cursed, "Damn you!"

He swings at Granberia's back. The monster looks over her shoulder and swings her giant sword, "Slow…" Before the soldier's blade could make contact, a scorching heat wave came from her sword and smashed into him.

"Uwa!" The soldier shouts as he was flung like a ragdoll.

The intense heat let off by her sword reached all the way towards Luka, giving him a second wave of heat.

"Guha…" Being so close to the relentless heat, the soldier drops his sword and faints.

Luka was astonished to say the least, "Amazing…" The difference in the two's power was huge. The soldiers that Granberia took care of looked stronger than Luka, but she had crushed them as if they were insects.

The soldiers she had just defeated all grunted in defeat. By the looks of it, they were all still alive. Even the other soldiers on the ground were breathing. And all that remained of the Iliasburg soldiers was just one terrified soldier.

Granberia glares at him, "Well then, what are you going to do?"

"Ahh!" The soldier drops his sword and skidaddles away.

Granberia stood still, not giving a chase to the fleeing soldier. "That's a wise choice. But in the future, you can't call yourself a soldier, or a Hero."

Luka looked around his surroundings and looked at the unconscious soldiers. There was nobody else to defend the plaza. All of the soldiers were either unconscious or ran away.

"This isn't good…" Luka said to himself.

"Is that it!?" Granberia called out to the remaining townsfolk, "Having your city taken over by a monster? And there's no complaints!?"

Her voice echoes throughout the whole city. Yet nobody would come out and would rather stay barricaded in their homes.

'What should I do…!?' Luka kept himself hidden behind the tree, 'There's no way I could beat her. But as a Hero I can't just… Erm, as someone aiming to be a Hero, I can't just sit here and do nothing!'

Luka tries to muster up his courage, 'If I don't do something now, then I'll never be able to call myself a real Hero…'

Granberia speaks up, "Well then, I've taken control of this city. Next, I'll-"

"Ho-hold it!" Luka summoned all of his courage and ran out from behind the tree. He knew he had no chance at winning, but if he were to run away now, he would be nothing except a fake Hero.

"What was that, boy?" Granberia slowly turned her head to see Luka.

Just from looking at her, Luka could feel the crushing oppression fill his body up. All the courage he once had disappeared, "A…u…"

His body shook with each second, his heart throbbed so hard that he felt like he would die, his mouth became dry running out of words. He immediately regretted his decision, he probably shouldn't have done that.

Granberia eyes the boy and notices the sword on his back, "Oh, you're carrying a sword? Then I'll treat you as a warrior, not as a boy."

Granberia squares herself off with Luka, "You have no problem with that, do you?"

Luka clenches his fist and gains a little bit of courage, "Of… of course not! Even som- even someone like me is a warrior!" Luka forces his body to stop shaking and unsheathes his blade.

"I understand…" Granberia takes her sword and lifts it up, "Well then, The Fire Swordswoman, Granberia will be your opponent!"

Just standing in front of her causes Luka's legs to become jelly. "Now, give me your best shot!"

Luka steadies his breath and holds his sword in a tight and firm grip. "Take this!"

Luka pulls back his sword and attacks with all of his strength. Just before Luka is close to hitting the front of Granberia, she vanishes from thin air.

"Eh…?" He looks around for where Granberia would've gone. "Uwa!"

In the next moment, Luka felt something hit him in the legs, knocking him onto his back. Luke falls to the ground, dropping his sword.

"Damn it…" Luka tries to get back up, but Granberia steps on him. "You're too green." She states, looking down at him.

"Auu…" Falling on his ass, Luka could do nothing, but stiffen up his body when Granberia stepped on him.

"You challenged me when the adults were hiding in cowardice. I can respect that." She admits, "You're young, so a mistake like that is to be expected."

Granberia takes her foot off of Luka's body, "But there won't be a second chance." Granberia warns.

"…"

Luka was relieved, but his relief would fade. How could Luka feel relief after being saved by the opponent. Being given pity by your opponent… Luka felt like dying in battle would be much better.

"I-It's not over yet!" Luka gets back onto his feet and grabs his sword. He faces Granberia once again.

"Are you going to ignore my advice? I won't overlook it again."

"…Prepare yourself!"

Luka is greeted by the same overwhelming pressure from before. What he was doing was suicidal, fighting someone at his level was just plain stupid. But he's gone too far now, he couldn't run away at this point!

"If you insist… You won't regret this will you, boy?"

"There's no way I will!" Luka responds.

'Half-assed attacks won't work anymore, I need to use that skill!'

"Oraa!" He lets out his battle cry.

Luka puts his entire body behind the attack he had learned from Alice. He jumps forward, imagining himself cutting through her neck. Granberia's eyes widened as she would recognize this technique which was nothing the young adversary would just come up with.

"What! This technique!"

Luka uses [Demon Decapitation!]

Granberia dodges the attack before it could reach her and backs up.

"No way…!" Not even Luka's best attack could land.

Granberia wouldn't attack Luka but instead she asks him, "…Why do you know a monster's technique?"

"Eh…?"

"Your swordplay is sloppy, and you're still immature. There's no way you thought up by yourself." She listed, "I want to know where you learned that move. Who taught it to you?" Granberia interrogates.

"…" Luka said nothing, not wanting to tell Granberia about Alice. "Wh-why should I tell someone like you!?"

"I think I already know who it is… In fact, I would like to have a match with that person…" She states, "Is that person your master or something?"

"That is… I won't say." Whatever Granberia wanted, Luka wouldn't give up any information about Alice. "Is that so then…?"

Luka was then overwhelmed by the sudden pressure, with him being forced to the ground. He was immediately weakened and was basically almost dead.

"Aguh…!" Luka grunted in pain.

"I held back my attack to make sure you didn't die. Well, are you going to talk now?" Granberia said, looking down on Luka yet again.

"U… guh…" Near death's door, Luka's body doesn't move at all. "Even with that… I won't say…" Luka weakly says, still defiant to the end.

"Is that so? I don't like using my sword on the weak…" Granberia didn't reallly want to kill Luka, but it was her duty to eliminate any possible threats to the Monster Lord. She raises her sword above her head ready to strike at Luka's back. He tried to move just a little bit more, but his body refused to move.

"But…"

Granberia then felt a tidal wave of malice approaching her, fast. She could hear loud and audible panting, coming closer to her as time went by. She turns around at lightning speeds, putting her momentum into her swing. The sword swung in a wide arc, strong enough to cleave a man in half. To her surprise, the sword hits nothing. However what she did see was a fraction of what looked like a bandana tail.

Granberia looks down following the bandana tail, seeing this behemoth of a man crouched onto the ground, staring right at her. His fist was pulled back and he had a clear aim towards her face.

He launches himself into the air, followed by a meaty uppercut towards the heavenly knight's face. Granberia steps out of reach from the uppercut and bashes into the man's chest using her armored pauldrons. The hit was solid, knocking him back a few meters.

He slid across the pavement, skating backwards, stopping his movement once he had gained a good amount of distance, "Good hit." He said in an unimpressed tone, "But if I were to critique you, I'd have to say… I don't know." Hank places his hand on his chin, "Keep your eyes on the prize?"

He lifted up his other hand which held Luka by the collar. Granberia had a flash of confusement that appeared on her face briefly, watching how Hank managed to take the boy without her noticing. While Luka looks around a bit, confused at how he was suddenly in Hank's "loving" and "careful" grasp.

"Eh? H-how did I-"

"Black Magic." Hank stated in a blunt tone.

He then tosses Luka over his shoulder like he was a rag doll, with no effort behind it. Luka flew towards the same tree that he was hiding behind earlier, about to make some solid contact with the tree. Fortunately, he was caught by someone a tad bit more sane and just slightly more careful.

"Jebus Hank, you can't just throw him around like that." Wank scolded at him

Her words went over his head, "Woman detected: Opinion invalidated." He responded in a robotic tone.

"Fuck off Hank."

"…W-Wait, you know him?" Luka asks Wank, now noticing their similarities. "Yeah, you can say that. I'll explain to you later."

Wank would then knock out Luka with a quick chop to the sternocleidomastoid muscle, which is just a muscle located on the side of your neck. Luka falls limp and unconscious, the assassin backs away to let Hank handle this while she sits this one out.

---

Hank J. Wimbleton appears!

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And then there were two.

Both Hank and Granberia stood idle with both their swords drawn. Even though Hank hadn't moved yet, she could sure as hell see- no feel his bloodlust increasing. As of now, Hank looked to be a bigger threat to the Monster Lord than that boy she was fighting earlier. That just meant that she should stop wasting time and quickly eliminate the threat.

She got into a guarding stance, while Hank left himself opened and unguarded. His chest was exposed and his arms were to the side. He froze like a statue and did nothing but stared at Granberia.

The assassin would finally make a move, now that he was done analyzing. He lunges forward towards Granberia's neck swinging so fast that it looks like a blur.

She does a good job blocking his strike, but it would all serve as a distraction. Hank would reach into his coat and pull out his pocket sand.

"Distraction! Pocket Sand: Go!" He threw the handful of sand into Granberia's face.

The sand didn't do much except slightly prove as a slight distraction. But that distraction was enough for Hank to sneak in a slash down towards Granberia's head.

Before Hank's hit could land, Granberia vanished from thin air. She disappears just like that, but just because she was gone, didn't mean Hank could simply let his guard down. After all, she could be anywhere, lurking, waiting for Hank to let his guard down. The assassin channels his inner sixth sense to focus on his surroundings, while purposely making himself look defenseless.

After a second, Hank's senses flare, 'Behind you dumbass!' He followed their direction and rolled to the side, successfully dodging Granberia's wide swing that may have cleaved Hank in half if he hadn't worn any armor.

He gets into a crouched position, pulling his blade to his side, slashing up at her in a diagonal angle. The blade slices into her scales, shedding drops of blood onto his sword. A flash of surprise was sighted in Granberia's face, even if it was a small bit, Hank could tell she wasn't expecting him to immediately counter attack.

Granberia hisses a little and swings down at Hank instantly. Hank blocks the hit with his sword and pushes the sword to the side, leaving his opponent open to a fatal blow. He points the tip of his blade to Granberia's heart and lunges forward. She avoids the fatal blow by the last second.

Hank turns the blade around and turns at a 90 degree angle, getting a small gash wound into Granberia's armor. She retaliates by swinging her sword in a quick arc. The sword cuts into Hank's side, spilling his blood onto the pavement.

The assassin back dashed away, holding his wound. The wound wasn't deep at all, but it still would still prove to be a slight hindrance to his flexibility. It was a good thing that he was high on adrenaline.

What wasn't a good thing was Hank losing his focus, contradicting his own advice. He looks back to see Granberia closing the distance in a fraction of a second. She swings her sword with the fluidity of a river, going smoothly towards Hank's neck. The Killing Machine ducks under the hit and prepares a left hook to the liver.

Granberia pivots her body around, blocking Hank's attack with the flat side of her sword. When Hank's fist came into contact with the blade, a loud metallic clang sounded out. Leaving some impressions into Granberia's sword. Hank's knuckles almost broke, but he barely noticed as he was still quite high on adrenaline.

The assassin moves back with his slightly bruised hand. He shakes the hand and looks back up at Granberia. "Is that the best you can do? A flesh wound and a bruised hand?" He taunted, "Bring it on." Granberia looked at Hank with a competitive look to her face. "As you wish."

/NINJA MODE: ENGAGED!/

Hank's goggles shrunken down and he flourishes the katana in his hand.

The two then started to run towards each other with their swords first. They met with two behemoths on a swing. The assassin put more strength into his attack and was slowly getting the upper hand. But Granberia wasn't one to back down easily. She puts even more of her body and soul into her strike, getting the upper hand in the clash against Hank.

She rips her body to the side, sending Hank's sword out of his hand and into the ground. The assassin, now disarmed, dodges a slash to the head, shoulders, and chest. He took his kunai out of its sheath, and reversed the grip of his knife. Granberia would then raise her sword above her head and quickly close down on Hank's head. The assassin swipes his kunai to the side of the sword, parrying it. Just enough for an opening.

Hank throws a left hook to Granberia's face, but she catches Hank's fist. The assassin stabbed Granberia's arm with his kunai, forcing her to let go of his hand. The assassin would then immediately bitch slap Granberia with his newly freed hand. The clap sounded across the city and bruised her face, but didn't dislocate her jaw.

Granberia returns with a swing to his neck. The assassin leans back, dodging the possibly fatal blow. Granberia would continue her momentum, spinning around her body and throwing her sword down Hank's chest, the blade digging into his chest and spilling even more blood. He throws his kunai to the neck of Granberia, with speeds going so fast it looked like a bullet. She blocks the projectile, with the pauldrons of her armor, bouncing off. However, it was all just a distraction when she noticed that Hank was out of sight immediately. She turns her head around like a swivel and blocks a surprise attack by Hank.

In the small time that Hank was gone, he had recovered his dropped katana and started swinging. The assassin continued swinging, and swinging, and swinging. Wearing down Granberia's stamina by the second.

"Urgh…" Granberia grunted, slowly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of strikes that were all calculated and aimed towards any fatal areas. In order to defend against the Killing Machine, she does what Hank was doing and starts to parry all of his attacks.

The two's blades sparked and crashed whenever the two would make contact with one another. With each strike they sped up to try and one up each other.

Granberia would soon set fire to her sword, and swipe a wave of fire at Hank's direction. The assassin takes the heat wave head on and comes out with half his body in flames. He shrugged his shoulders even though it's clearly not the issue.

"You call this shit HEAT!? The Mojave is hotter than you and your pussy ass flames!" He said calmly, while on fire.

During all of this shouting and the sounds of metal on metal, Luka finally wakes up to see himself being held by Wank. "Guh… What happened?" He asked, his mind a bit hazy. He was still quite injured, but Wank had given him her last dose of the stimpaks she had left.

"That happened." Wank pointed to the Hank on fire shouting profanities at Granberia.

He would then go back to attacking to Granberia after dropping multiple F-bombs and calling her a "goblin fucker." While still on fire he continues to attack Granberia. He swings with even more power and ferocity as he was on fire, quite literally.

Luka was shocked watching the way he fought. It was a mixture of what looked to be pure ruthlessness, and a style he had never seen. Nevermind his staggering height, a person was actually going toe to toe with Granberia. He was too fixated on this spectacle, this one in a million chance. He also noticed the bloodthirsty pressure coming from the pores of Hank's skin that was leaking out of the bandages which wrapped around his body.

He would have gone out and tried to assist the unknown man, but that would be too stupid. He didn't want to end up dying. So he and Wank stood by, watching the fight go on.

Meanwhile, Granberia was having a difficult time with taking down hank. She was being worn down, her stamina slowly falling from having to block the hundreds of strikes that Hank threw. Not only that, it seemed like Hank had an unlimited reserve for stamina.

She notes how Hank would simply shrug off any attack and would never stop fighting, Granberia had to go for more fatal attacks. "Just go down already!"

She swings at Hank from a low position, striking up at Hank's chest. This being the cleanest hit on Hank. The sword cuts through the fiber, the armor, the bandages, and the muscle mass that was on himself. A whole lot of blood spilled from his chest, and Hank estimated that she may have hit an aorta.

Hank coughed up blood and fell into a kneeling position, using his sword as a stand to keep him up right. The red eyes that protruded from Hank's goggles flickered off, with his breathing slowly dying down, as well as the fire that was surrounding him.

Luka sees that he was on the verge of death, and that he needed to buy a molecular amount of time for him to get his bearings and continue the fight. He tries to get Wank to let go of himself, pushing her arms away from her bear hug, as he needed to help out the man who had saved him, excluding the part where he threw Luka to a tree. However Wank's grip didn't loosen at all, it was still firm and tougher than a tree root.

The boy tries to push himself out of Wank's grasp, "Wank, let go! I have to help-"

Wank lightly shakes Luka, "Calm down Luka, you're still injured."

"So is he!" Luka shot back.

"I know, but he's had worse injuries. To him, that's just a flesh wound." She leans her head down and whispers into Luka's ears, "Besides, he's faking it." Luka looks back at Hank to see what Wank saw, and he sees nothing out of the ordinary, aside from him looking like death of course. "Th-there's no difference!"

"...Just wait and see."

Luka would retaliate and go against Wank's advice, but his guts told him not to and to just trust her words. He complies with his guts after a second of thinking, praying that Hank would stay alive.

Speaking of Hank, he currently had a sword above his head, that could for surely cleave his head in half. He was breathing slowly and weakly as the more he took in, the more pain he felt in his chest. Hank waited for the sword to come crashing down on his skull. Why? Because he had something up his rolled up sleeves. He just needed the perfect opportunity.

"Just who are you?" Granberia asked, curious to who he was. The fact that he managed to put up this much of a fight was something, and he didn't have any magic, nor skills, it was all just pure swordsmanship.

"K-Kisma..." Hank responded in a weak tone.

"Kisma?"

"KISMA ASS!" Hank would flip Granberia the birdie and start laughing like a maniac, being further amplified by his metal jaw.

Granberia looked at Hank with anger, after all of that fighting just for him to tell her to kiss his ass. She swings the blade down, and Hank reaches for his thigh, pulling his gun out of his holster. Hank's back leg gets power and he shoots up from the ground. He catches the incoming sword in the palms of his hand, and pushes it to the side. He puts the gun right in the face of Granberia, quickly turning on its red dot.

There was a standstill, with Hank's Finger on the trigger and Granberia questioning whatever the hell was in his hand, but whatever it was, it spelled out as dangerous.

"Game over."

He was a hair away from squeezing the trigger, but something stops him. He felt like someone was warning him to not try it. Whoever it was, it wasn't Wank. The boy was immediately ruled out, for he's weaker than a gruntling. He looks back at where the feeling was coming from to see a young lady staring at the two of them with her arms crossed.

She had some unique features on her body. Like the silver white hair, the tribal tattoos, and a weird ass red eye on her forehead.

"How long are you two going to keep acting like children?" She said in an annoyed attitude.

"A-Alice!?" Luka shouts in the distance, accidentally notifying Hank with her name.

Hank was initially confused with Alice's confidence, or stupidity as he would call it. So he does the logical thing and starts to glare at her, scanning her body and observing her in silence. In the next millisecond, he figures out that she might be the one running the show.

Appearance be damned, she was more powerful than this swordswoman he was fighting a second ago.

Half of him wanted to just put a cap between her eyes then the swordswoman, but decided against it, taking every fiber from his will not to.

He moves the gun away from Granberia's face. "So… Who… are you supposed to be…?" Hank motions his gunless hand at Alice. Granberia's face widened instead of being "confused" like Hank.

"Y-you!" Her astonished face stared at Alice, petrified for a few seconds. Then she slowly gets on one knee, paying her respect to Alice.

'Oh, so she's royalty?' Both the Wimbletons calmly thought at the same time. While Luka was confused with what the hell was going on, "Ehh?"

Hank shrugged his shoulders and decided to nope out of existence, via hiding in the shadow and lurking. Moving to another part of the city, where he'll meet Wank and co again, because he read the script. He slips away with nobody, except Wank, noticing him disappear.

Alice makes a deep sigh, "Granberia… What do you think you're doing?" She asked in a slightly irritated tone, "Who ordered you to do this?"

"I decided by myself." Granberia stated. "To get rid of those annoying Heroes, like…" She was going to mention Hank, but noticed that he had mysteriously disappeared, leaving only a couple blood drops on the pavement.

"Go away you annoyance." Alice declared flatly.

"B-but! If I were to leave now, even more Heroes would show up!"

"I told you to go away." Alice restated her declaration. "If you go berserk like this, how am I supposed to enjoy the Ama-Ama Dangos?"

Granberia took a second to register Alice's reason, "...If you wanted something like that, you could've let me take control of the city first…"

"And how am I supposed to sightsee with such an unsightly event like this going on. Idiot." Alice insulted. "Having to say the same thing three times… is that how you show your loyalty?"

"I told you to go away." Alice restated, for the third time.

Granberia stood in silence for a moment, "...At once." She said with some hesitation in her voice. "If it's your will." She nodded and put her sword away on her back. "Then, if you'll excuse me."

Just like that, Granberia vanishes and withdraws from the city plaza.

Granberia was driven away by Alice!

---

Wank, sensing the battle was over, releases Luka and drops him. "Well, that was something." Wank says, putting her hands on her hips.

Luka felt relieved now that the overwhelming pressure that Granberia exerted was gone and far away from Iliasburg. So was the other person, although Luka didn't fight him, he could still feel the threatening presence that he brought, lingering around the air still. He takes a moment to take in what just happened.

"Alice… You…" Luka looks up at Alice, who seemed to be avoiding his gaze. "..." She said nothing in response. "You…" Luka says again, trying to find words to say.

"You were pretty awesome back there." Luka admired, not even thinking about, I don't know. WHY Granberia bowed down to Alice, or WHY Granberia could be talked down like that.

'...This dense motherfucker. How… How is it possible to be dumber than Hank!? Hank's dumber than a fucking rock! Last I checked, Hank's IQ is literally 69! Did Luka get hit by a brick!?' Wank mentally screamed at the sheer density of Luka's brain.

"...That's it!?" Alice shouted in bewilderment at Luka. "That's all you have to say after all that happened!?"

"Are- ugh…" Alice sighs and facepalms Luka, "Are you really that stupid…?"

Luka stares back at her with a blank face. "Eh…? What…?"

He tilts his head confused with what he missed. Was he forgetting to mention the other person fighting Granberia? Actually, now that he reminded himself of him, he felt like that was the important thing he missed.

Wank walks into the middle of the plaza and slaps Luka on the back of the head. "Ow! What was that for?" Luka holds the back of his head, and turns towards Wank. "For being stupid." She responded.

Before Wank could berate Luka with what he had missed to be labeled at stupid. Some of the city folk would start to come out of hiding and poke out their heads. Seeing only Alice, Wank, and Luka in the middle of the plaza.

"Is… Is she gone?" A man asks. "That monster… did she run away?"

"Those three over there!" A woman pointed towards the party. "I don't know how, but it looks like the two women and the boy drove her away."

More and more cityfolk started to come out. Soon rushing out of their homes to encircle the group. Luka stumbles back over being surrounded by this many people. "Err… Uh… We…"

"He drove away the monster." Wank finished for Luka, pointing at him. "As long as Luka here is still standing, then that monster wouldn't dare come back." Luka turned pale after Wank had put him on the spot.

"N-No, I really didn't-"

"Thank you!" Another man shouted, "If we had been in there for another minute longer then this city would've been a monster city!"

"Even though you're so young, that's amazing! How did you drive away such a strong looking monster…?" A woman says.

"It… It was nothing… really." Luka said, telling a half truth, considering he really didn't do anything.

After thanking the party, the city's residents all start to return to their homes and back into their daily routines. Thankfully, none of the defeated soldiers were killed, and the peace was restored to Iliasburg. Luka looks to see if he could find the man in black, but finally notices that he was gone and missing, possibly blending in with the crowd… somehow.

Alice looks over to a random civilian that was returning to his house. "By the way, Citizen A over there, I want to ask you something."

The man looks around himself, seeing if she was talking to someone else. "Citizen A…? Me…?" He points to himself.

"How can I be called "Citizen A" when I have such a magnificent name as Cervantes!" Citizen A responded.

"I don't really care." Alice stated bluntly. "Where is the Sutherland Inn located?"

"Ah, just head over to the west from here and you'll see it. It's such an incredibly old inn, it will stick out." Citizen A explained to Alice, before moving back into his house.

"Huh. Did you hear that, Wank?" Alice asks, looking at Wank with a smug look. "It's still there, like I said.

"Yeah… why don't you laugh it up?" Wank scowled.

"Incredibly old inn…" Luka commented.

"Alright!" Alice shouts excitedly. "Off to the west! We know where we're staying tonight."

"Whatever you say…" Luka sighs out.

Luka is then dragged by the arm by Alice, heading to the west side of the city. Wank shrugged her shoulders and followed both of them.

---

"Ah, there it is." Luka says, looking at the fabled inn.

It was nicer looking than what you'd think a 500 year old inn would look. The party headed inside of the Sutherland Inn and it looked even prettier than the outside did. Wank looked at the pristine condition of the inn and was amazed by it. While Alice was busy fantasizing about the Ama-Ama Dangos. Luka was busy looking at the prices, putting his hand on his chin.

"Let's see…" Luka squinted his eyes, looking at the rate per person. "One day… 24… 2,400,000 gold per person!?" Luka shouted, getting the attention of Wank.

Wank looks back at Luka, "Excuse me?"

"I-I read that right, and it's 2,400,000 gold per person! We can't even stay here for an hour!" Luka told Wank.

"So anyways Alice, we can't even stay here." Wank passed the bad news to Alice.

"What…" A deflated Alice said. "Dammit… If I knew this was going to happen, I would have let Granberia take over…"

"Hey…" Luka says to Alice, hearing what she said.

"Excuse me, can you step aside?" A man asks.

Slipping past Alice and Wank, the soldier steps to the front desk. Luka recognizes him as one of the soldiers who were immediately defeated by Granberia. No, he ran away, he didn't contribute to anything.

"Hey, Owner." The soldier said to the innkeeper, "I'm a Hero. Give me the Hero rate to stay here."

The innkeeper glared at him with fire in her eyes, "And what stupidity is that!? What kind of Hero gets knocked out instantly by a monster like that!" Continually shouting at the soldier, the owner of the innkeeper chases him out of the inn.

"But-but I've been baptized as a Hero!" The soldier said in defense.

"Someone like you calling himself a hero…" She shakes her head in disappointment. "Get out!"

With that the soldier ran out of the door, "Hiiiii!" Scared off by the inn owner.

After driving the soldier away, she turns towards the party. As she notices them, her expression softens up. "Oh, you three! The ones who saved the city! Please, won't you stay here tonight."

"If we had the money to stay here for an hour, then we'd love to." Wank states, pointing a finger to the ridiculous pricing.

"I'll give you the special Here rate, two gold per person." The owner happily states. "I'll bill the other 7,199,994 gold to the Ilias Temple."

"Th-Thank you. But, I'm not a baptized Hero…" Luka says disappointedly.

"That doesn't matter." The owner says, reassuring Luka. "The baptism doesn't make you a Hero, your actions do."

"...!" Luka gets an enlightened expression on his face, like it hit him like a truck, if he knew what a truck was. Anyways, the comment hit Luka right on the head.

"...Didn't you just get your ass beat?" Alice comments.

"Ah…" That also hit Luka like a truck.

"Come in, come in. I'll show you your room." The owner offered.

Alice and Wank starts following her, with Alice turning to Luka, "It looks like you are useful for something. Come on Luka, don't just stand there like an idiot."

"Right, right. I'll be there-"

Luka was then grabbed by the collar by Alice once again. "Hey! Stop dragging me!"

---

The party finds their room, while the owner goes to the kitchen to get the famous Ama-Ama Dangos. Luka opens the door to their room, revealing a large and spacious room, with nice looking furniture.

"Damn, this looks better than my house." Wank says, going inside the room after Luka.

Alice would come in after Wank did, with her eyes glistening, as she could just taste the Ama-Ama Dangos. She stretches out her body and lets out a yawn.

While Luka flopped onto the couch and sighs, exhausted with today. I mean who wouldn't? You get a felatio from a plant, then you nearly get beaten to death, then you're thrown like a rock. Luka was ready to take it easy and go to sleep. His head rolls over to the side and notices a knife in the wall. Luka stands up to investigate and takes notice of a note being pinned by the mentioned knife.

"Eh? What's this?" Luka removes the note and tries to read it. With him struggling to pronounce the odd words that were inscribed into the piece of paper.

"Luka what are you doing?" Wank asks, coming behind him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah, I just found this strange note, that's all." Luka walks back to Wank holding the note in both hands. Wank gets a good look at it and realizes that this was the English dialect. "Can you read it?" Luka asks.

"Yep." She takes the note and starts reading it in her mind. 'To whomever is the bumblefuck who's listening, come meet me at the tavern… wherever the hell that's at.' She flips the paper over to the back to see if there was a backside only finding nothing but a blank page with a shitty doodle of Hank killing the MAG Bandit inscribed.

"What the hell does he want?" Wank asks herself.

"Is "he" the person that was fighting off Granberia?" Luka asks, his interest piqued.

"That's him alright."

"Can I me-"

"He's also the guy who left those decapitated heads back there."

"Eh?" The parts of Luka that wanted to meet him left his body immediately.

Alice comes up to Wank, overhearing their conversation, "I don't know half of him, but Wank. I don't think you should see him, I'm pretty sure the only reason Hank didn't attack anyone else was because he was too focused on the fight."

"Oh so you were watching the fight? Tell me how did Luka do?"

"Terrible." Alice said bluntly.

"C-Come on! I could never beat Granberia!"

"You still could've done better." Alice said. "Her sword and her arms were thicker than my torso, how could I beat her in a battle!?"

Wank slipped right on through and exited the inn to find wherever the Killing Machine was lurking in.

---

After opening and closing multiple doors, she finds a tavern. The tavern was almost empty with only two people inside, that being the bartender and Hank. Hank was chugging alcohol and dining on the meals put out for him, as to regain his lost calories. He picks up the steak in front of him and reels his head back, opening the metal hatch wide and dropping it straight into his gullet, clearing his sixth round.

"Is this where you've been hiding?" Wank asks from behind.

Hank turns his maskless, bandageless face around, with the steak sticking out of his metal jaw. "Oh ur ere? Wut took sho wong?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Wank scolded.

Hank scarfs down the steak like a snake unhinging its jaw, "What are you, my mother?"

"The closest thing to her, apparently." Wank retorted.

"First of all, that job belongs to Doc. Second of all, I'm an entire lifetime older than you, fuck you mean?" Hank corrected.

"Whatever," Wank rolled her eyes and took a seat next to Hank, "why did you even call me here?"

"One, I thought it'd be nice for us to grab a bite. Two, we need to figure out how the fuck we get back to Nevada." Hank passes a mug of beer to Wank and a plate of whatever meat he ordered.

She takes a sip of the drink, "So got any ideas? If you ask me, I'd rather live in whatever the hell this place is called rather than Nevada."

"Wank, we're gonna have to return to Nevada."

"But I don't wanna…" She groaned.

"Well my apologies YOUR HIGHNESS, if it wasn't obvious enough, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT."

Hank's shoulder is grabbed by the bartender, "Inside voices please." Hank waved it off and looked right back at Wank.

"Oh come on Hank, this place is so much nicer. I mean, when was the last time we saw the sun? The last time we saw a clear sky? The last time where we didn't get jumped for standing in the open?"

"That's the thing. We weren't made for this type of place. We were made for the Nevada Wasteland."

"Hank, they have baked sweets."

"...Well then I take back my word." Hank conceded. "But still, we'll need a scapegoat just in case things were to go to shit and we'd have to return on short notice."

"Yeah, that'll be nice to have. Do you have any ideas?"

"This time I do; so, for a few months now, I've been reading Doc's notes-"

"You're illiterate and can't read, how would you know what anything says?" Wank interrupted.

"I don't." Hank says bluntly, "All you need to know is that I have a luck of 10 and whenever I "read" I'm practically guessing. Besides, I've been workin' on my literature skills over the weekends."

"If you count reading picture books as literature then sure."

"Shut up, we're getting off topic." Hank reminded, "As I left off, Doc's notes said something about parallel universes and different dimensions, if you buy into that bullshit." An audible groan escaped Hank's mouth when he realized he was talking about universes and all of that nerdy shit. "Turns out it's true, which means I now owe the techno-whore $100."

"Are you going to get to the point?"

"I was gonna, but thanks for interrupting." Hank sneered, "Anyways, theoretically, we just have to repeat what got us into this mess in the first place, right?"

"Yup, sounds about right." Wank agreed.

"So when you dropped Gestalt v2 on me and Tricky's asses,"

"I didn't." Wank remarked.

"Did too." Hank shot right back. "He was just oozing out dissonance like a shower, turning everything into grape Kool-aid. And Tricky was overloading himself with improbability, trying to hit me with a point blank nuclear explosion."

Wank nodded her head along, taking occasional sips of the drink Hank gave to her.

"The chaotic and total clusterfuck of a mixture that the dissonance and improbable energy managed to overpower- no obliterate- fucking DESTROYED the fibers of reality and whatever silly laws God intended for us to follow." Hank explained thoroughly and made sure to speak in a clear tone, "Thus plunging us into this new world."

"So you're saying that we need to be able to recreate what dragged us here in the first place?"

"Yeah, the only problem is that we'll need to get Chuckles the Assclown and find an abundance of dissonance." Wank puts her cup down, "Wow, that's actually something well thought out for somebody with a brain as rotten as yours."

"Doc says approximately 11% of my brain actually works, but I guess this is what happens when you get bitchslapped by a deathclaw across the Mojave."

"Christ, you and the Mojave. What's with you and that desert?"

"I'm pissed that I got crippled by a courier, and the Mojave's pissed about the numerous war crimes I committed there." Wank giggled a little when Hank mentioned the courier part, "Wai- Y-You lost to a damn courier. I thought Mr. Big Bad Mercenary was the toughest in the entirety of Nevada."

"They pulled out a NUKE, okay!? What am I supposed to do? And that was before I got these gains." Hank flexed his arm showing off his bulging muscles.

"Yeah, yeah, I totally believe you." Wank said with sarcasm in her voice. She takes another sip of the beer and a thought pops into her brain. "Wait, can't Tricky fill both roles? I mean we did find a bunch of those normality syringe thingies all over Hofnarr's office. And last I checked those things were filled with dissonance."

Hank took time to think about it properly. The more he thought about it, he slowly realized that Tricky could theoretically travel different universes at will and just hasn't done it until now. This not only meant that Tricky had a free escape card, but he could just teleport out of existence.

"...Fuck!" The bartender who was cleaning some cups jumped from Hank's sudden shout, "Welp we're stuck here I guess. Oh, who am I kidding? He's gonna come back, but right now, he's probably laughing his ass off in Nevada."

"Damn…" Wank trailed, "Not much we can do about it." She puts her hand to her chin, and a small smile comes onto her face, thinking of a way to lighten the mood.

"But, wanna have a little contest?" Wank raised a mug to Hank's face. The assassin smiled to the best he could with his cheekless face. "You finna lose. You can't beat me and my crippling alcoholism."

"Oho? So sure about your abilities?" Wank taunted, "Yes I fucking am. In-fact, I bet on my Dragon Sword that you can't even beat me." He points over his shoulder towards his katana, shining as bright as the tavern's lights. "Ha, I bet-" "Stop betting, ya still owe me that $50. Which will be like 5 silvers I think?"

"Fine then, double or nothin." She said without hesitation, "Heh, bring it on!" Hank orders more beer and grabs a tight and firm grip on his mug.

---

45 rounds later…

"Heh… Ish will beat you, Hamk~" Wank slurred, her mind and body being drunk. "Mmm, nuh uh." Hank hummed, downing another cup of alcohol.

"Why… donchu jush *hic* give up?~"

"Nah, don't feel like it." Hank said, not having a symptom of being remotely drunk. His mind was still clear and he still retained his motoring skills. "Care for a 47th round?" He offered. Wank made a groaning sigh, "Nghh… you win~" Wank gave in after his offer and fell down onto the table.

"Toldja." Hank said.

Hank pays the tab for both he and Wank and drains the leftovers of Wank's cup. He gets off his stool and grabs Wank, carrying her over his shoulder. "Alright, let's get your drunken ass to your room."

He marches out the tavern and goes looking for the Sutherland Inn, "Wee, I'm flying!" The drunken Wank said. "Yes, yes you are." Hank rolled along with it and continued marching.

Hank opens the door to the inn, "Welcome, are you staying here for tonight?" The owner asked, "Nah, here to drop this knucklehead off. She's a bit intoxicated now." Hank told a partial lie, because he was going to actually stay in the inn for the night, but he wasn't going to be paying for jackshit. Who said he wasn't allowed to break into a room using his sneak 100?

"I see, I can show you her room." The owner offered.

"No thanks, I know where she stays." Hank declined.

The assassin walks up the steps and opens the door to Wank's room. Last he checked her companions should still be in there, so he didn't have to worry about tucking her in and all of that shit.

"Special delivery-" Hank stops and just stares. Why? Because he just walked into some snake lady giving a handjob to a boy who couldn't even reach Hank's chest… 'The fuck was I drinking!?' The inner mind of Hank screamed.

"..."

Silence filled the air, as awkwardness slowly rolled its way in.

"..."

"Yeah… I'm just gonna drop her off here…" Hank drops Wank in front of the door, dropping a radio right next to her body and starts slowly closing the door, retaining eye contact with Luka the entire time. "Ack! No wait, help!" The purple haired boy pleaded.

"Ain't my problem, why don'tcha git gud?" Hank responded, closing the door ever so slightly and leaving Luka to the mercy of the lamia. The door creaked shut and Alice looked back at Luka's face.

"Well then shall we continue at where we left off?~" Alice suggested to Luka, licking her lips. "N-No!"

Wank would get off the floor and stare at both Alice and Luka, "Care to join?" Alice asked with a half joking tune to her voice.

"Ahm- W-Wank help!" He pleaded to Wank also, as she was his companion for the longest, granted they were only a party for a couple of days, but still she would save him, right?

"Ara ara~ So cute…" Wank said in a drunken slur.

Luka could tell that Wank wasn't in the right state of mind based on her eyes alone. "C-Come on… Not you too Wank!" Wank says nothing and keeps approaching Luka.

"Oi oi… wait a minute!" Wank would then pounce on Luka, "eep!" Luka squeaked out.

Meanwhile, Hank would break into "his" room and flop onto the couch he had. The moaning next door was quite loud, but he knew of a way to drown it out. He pulled out his little ACE and listened to some music, while looking at photos of guns and cat memes. The assassin took out his sewing kit that he had bought just before Granberia attacked and started to repair his kit.

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And that's time. Hey there folks, I know I'm late… okay maybe that's an understatement, but hear me out. I had to read the entirety of the Lord of the Rings books against my will; so uh… that's cool.

Now for that part where I respond to reviews

Jamie-OG: Well yes, but actually no. If you couldn't tell I'm a bit dumb, so, there might be some issues I don't look over. I do take time in editing the old chapters and looking for any flaws in the story that I've missed somehow. What you pointed out was one of those many flaws. And by the time this is read, it's probably been fixed… Hopefully.

Nantono: Well this comes to personal preference, but when there's two Deimoses? Deimosi? Whatever, when there are two of them, it gets confusing quite quickly. And I'm sure as hell not gonna call one of them Deimos Jr, cuz that name is reserved for Plush Deimos.

Guest:

1. Dunno, if you're asking for head canons or something, but if you are then yes, MAG Hank does have a jaw, it's probably the large ass underbite of his, or if it's under his mask. I personally believe that it is the former.

2. Updates happen when I say update.

3. Isn't that already a fic, I'm guessing you're asking me to rewrite someone's work. I won't be doing that, as that would be plagiarism of someone else's work. I will admit, I'll yoink a few things here and there, but the entire premise is outta the picture. Believe it or not, I have standards. They're just low.