Hello Folks, we're back with our favorite poisoner and now we're going to get to some of the fun that she had to go through while running as a wanted fugitive.
Also, I would advise you to pay attention to the dates. They're kind of important.
"Talking"
Thoughts
'Mental Communication or using a magic item'
[Debuffs]
Skills/Systems
Chapter 16 – Poisoned Oasis, Pt.2
May 20, 2044
Arthur Watts was not what he would call a man who was quick to anger. He was simply too intelligent for such mundane and pedestrian things.
It was common for him to be agitated and annoyed with those of lower intelligence, everyone was like that. it was just that with him being one of the smartest people on Remnant he experienced it on a much broader range.
Yet, despite this, he was never truly angry with them. Just annoyed in the same way a person would be when their waiter brings them black truffle malloreddus with peppercorn when they wanted ricotta.
Or when someone doesn't use proper grammar, punctuation, capitalization, and sign their names when they send a text message. (1)
The only times he could ever recall being truly angry with anyone was when that narrow-minded fool picked that fat bastard's plans over his own – it wasn't as if he hadn't single-handedly given Mistral their communication network, created environmental Dust controllers, and gave them those blasted Paladins they love to show off at every possible moment of every possible day.
He still wondered some days if he should have hacked the entire Paladin platoon and made them run amok when he resigned from his position.
The other time was when he was thirteen and had just built his first functioning computer from spare components. Looking back now, he could have done so much, but for his first dive into the world of computers, he would always look back and smile with pride at how far he was ahead of his peers.
That was why it hurt so much more when his ignoramus of a father had thrown it away and told him to go outside and play.
He felt a vein rise on his forehead when recalled that man had said that. They were in the middle of a blizzard during one of the harshest winters in the last twenty years in ATLAS OF ALL PLACES!
Honestly, he almost felt like he did the fool a favor by cutting his brake lines.
But he supposed that was enough thinking of the past.
The future was presenting him with his third instance of genuine anger.
On July 15, 2043, the game Infinite Dendrogram was launched.
While admittedly, he knew very little of the game until months later, until his new employer, Grimm Castle Incorporated brought it to his attention.
He would admit the woman who ran the company, a Miss Salem with no last name, was a bit of an enigma to him.
His hacking skills revealed her to be much older than the young woman with flowing blonde hair appeared to be. (2)
Several times he felt himself wondering if her semblance slowed the aging process. Or had some similar property. However, anytime he tried to breach the topic she deflected his questions.
Regardless, she had made him the head of Research and Development and seemed to genuinely appreciate his genius, so he allowed her to have her secrets.
It wasn't as though she didn't give him interesting work. His current assignment was proof of it.
When she had told him of the features of what was supposed to be a simple VRMMO he had honestly thought he had misheard her.
When she had convinced him to see for himself, he did so.
For the first time in his life, not even as a small child, had he ever felt like he was observing something beyond comprehension.
He was one of the most scientifically advanced minds in all of Atlas, yet he could not fathom how they were able to simulate all five senses, even properly stimulating things such as pain, taste, and even sexual pleasure…he had to confirm that last one for *ahem* science.
NPCs that were more advanced than most A.I.s and so realistic he felt he was talking to an actual person. He had even gone as far as administering the Turing Test to one hundred NPCs, or tians as they preferred to be called,…and they ALL passed. (3)
Supposedly it was all housed on a single server. However, he knew for a FACT there was no server on Remnant capable of that level of processing so many advanced A.I.s it just wasn't possible.
But the most mind-boggling of it all was the time dilation.
He had used timers, and recording equipment used in sleep studies to observe his brainwaves, pulse, and other vitals and couldn't even fathom how they were able to do such a thing.
Every researcher in the world would KILL for the ability to triple their productivity, even if only virtually, which confused him as to why whoever created this masterwork of engineering and science would restrict it to simply a game.
He had investigated Lewis Carroll thoroughly. He had worked for the Atlas Military's science division and had made some rather notable, though not as notable as his own, contributions. In fact, the helmets and most of the equipment used by Atlesian soldiers were designed by him or at least based on his prototypes.
Strangely, he disappeared three years after leaving the military. Despite his best efforts, Arthur couldn't find even a trace of the man before he reappeared promoting Infinite Dendrogram.
And ever since he has denied any requests for an interview with him or the developer team.
Arthur himself had tried to get in contact with him. Even attempting to hack his scroll or personal computers, only to be blocked by an A.I. more advanced than any he had ever seen.
Curious, he had hacked into Human Nextwork and used their computers to create several A.I.s to simultaneously attack the ID server from multiple locations.
The total twenty-five A.I.s which, he would admit were not his best work, were more advanced than those used by the Atlesian Military were all rebuffed, counter hacked, and reprogrammed to delete everything on their connecting hardware before deleting themselves.
Arthur would be the first to say he had never expected that.
Poor Devron. While he wouldn't say he liked the man due to how much he bickered with him. He at the very least respected him for his ingenuity in assisting him in creating the Paladins. Even if it did get the two of them branded as having an unhealthy interest in "killing machines". (4)
He repeated the process, this time with the Atlesian Military and nearly triple the best A.I.s he could make while he himself attacked the network.
When he was rebuffed again, he received an email telling him to stop…with an attachment of every illegal act he had ever committed including enough circumstantial evidence that might prove what he had done to his father.
With that avenue closed. He looked for a new method of attack.
He had disassembled the head et, and while it was well made, even by his standards, it didn't seem equipped to relay sounds and sensations. It would seem that it was instead designed to directly transmit the information into the brain without any negative side effects.
He had never considered such a thing, but he could see the applications flowing through his mind like a tidal wave.
Frustrated, he tried the only method of attack he hadn't employed yet, going in through the front door.
To say that the first thing he expected to see was a talking cat in a rocking chair in the middle of what looked like a study would be a bold-faced lie. Though he supposed games like this were focused on children or those with the minds of children, such things were to be expected.
He had chosen Caldina as his starting location because it was the center of trade in the game world and with trade comes information.
If he learned of some type of glitch or fault in the program, he would attempt to exploit it.
Sadly, he had not found any such faults.
What he did find, however, were some of the so-called 'Control A.I.s' pretending to be NPCs.
He had thus far managed to identify three. The heads of the DIN, the previous duel champion of the Kingdom of Altar Tom Cat, and La Place Phantasma.
The last seemed to be what one of his colleagues had referred to as 'Last Boss'. It had taken him several months of gameplay to deduce that she was able to, even if intermittently, predict the movements of anyone connected to the Job System.
While on the surface she seemed to be working towards her goals in the capacity as the chairwoman of Caldina's parliament he could see the invisible strings of far greater plans moving things into place.
She had, if only conversationally, alluded to him having tried to hack the world.
Due to her predictive abilities, he had to get VERY creative in how he approached things. If he removed all of his jobs, he could become invisible to her predictive abilities, but that would be disadvantageous given whom she has surrounded herself with.
As such he transferred funds from a private bank account to the player known as LMS who had until recently, been collecting real-life information on players.
People really should be more careful with what they let slip about their personal lives while online.
From there he used an A.I. to select and send specific emails to those whose identities he had managed to obtain promising them either real-world currency or digital assets to assist him in his network.
No person, not even Arthur himself, knew the whole network, who was doing what, nor how everything was connected.
To most, it would be a gamble, but this was his creation after all, there was no conceivable way it would fail.
One person was paid to post a quest in ID. That quest would be taken up by another member, and that would assist a third member. All communicated through email outside the ID server and thus invisible to them.
However, those were merely pawns. As of currently, he had one knight, two bishops, and a rook on standby with his queen moving into position for checkmate.
Now he merely had to wait for everything to fall into place.
Through his explorations, he had learned that thirteen A.I.s were running the entire server. If he could disrupt their programming, by killing the last boss before she was intended to manifest, then that might be the opening he needed by causing a glitch in their, admittedly advanced, programing.
With the A.I. 'destroyed' it will cause a ripple effect in the systems program in which it would need to run a patch for the boss being beaten far ahead of schedule, and with the over two hundred hacking A.I.'s he had created would use that moment to attack the server while the A.I.'s processing power was momentarily focused somewhere else.
He just wished she would hurry up.
/-/
Boundary Mountains Between Dryfe Imperium and The Kingdom of Altar
"Lightning Vortex!" roared a large yellow-horned dragon. Its scales showed splotching of a diseased purple as it released a huge thunderbolt from his mouth at a speed of several kilometels a second.
The blast engulfed the target in a blinding blast of lighting as the surrounding mountain melted and dripped away like a candle exposed to a blowtorch.
Gasping, the Mythical UBM Lightning Dragon King, Drag-Volt fell to the ground, his body refusing to move how he wanted.
As his vision blurred he could still look on in horror as the monster he had been fighting this entire time, burnt, broken, but still undying, shambled towards him.
This undying monstrosity was a creature completely removed from reality. It felt neither pain nor fear. Just the thirst for slaughter.
As a Dragon King, he had felt it his duty to rid the world of such a terror.
Now it seems that was his mistake.
The creature lifted its arm revealing an arm-mounted crossbow with a strange bolt secured to it.
Surly even in his weakened state, such a weapon could not harm him.
Feeling insulted that the monster believed him so weak as to kill him with a mere toy he managed to crawl to his feet and let out a roar before recklessly charging at the creature. His limbs were numb and his body shambled from side to side, but his stats were high enough that he should be able to kill the monster even clumsily.
The abomination fired the bolt, he didn't try to dodge, he couldn't, if he did there was no doubt he would fall over and he doubted if he could stand again.
To his release, the arrow hit him but bounced off.
Relieved he moved as fast as he could but before his fangs could get within striking range, his entire body ruptured and exploded in a burst of purple vitriol.
Unsure of what had even happened, the Mythical UBM and Guardian of the Boundary Mountains, Lightning Dragon King, Drag-Volt, real name Arcal died.
/-/
Empress Cryoconite sat back against a large rock completely exhausted. She had used the last of her Potions and defensive items.
If not for her Embryo's skill Roll Back the Clock, she wouldn't have been able to extend the duration of the Death Soldier's skill Last Command.
It allowed her to continue to survive so long as her body was at least in a shape resembling a functioning humanoid.
She looked at the arm-mounted crossbow. It was a special reward from the Legendary UBM, Drag-Pain. Once per day, she could inflict the cumulative total of damage the target has taken by poison.
She had started out wearing her last Lifesaving Brooch AND her second to last Dragonscale Ward. She had to use Instant Wear to swap in her last ward to survive that last attack.
Most of her poison was gone too. Ever since Masters found out what she had done on Drag-Nomad had been hounding her nonstopped.
If she hadn't run into some poisonous monsters and collected their drops, she probably wouldn't have had the poison or stockpiled hours needed to win this fight.
And she wasn't even in Altar's borders yet.
These mountains were the border LINE.
A lot of people are confused about the distance in ID. This was mainly due to a lot of the Masters who blog about these things tending to have Embryos such as Chariots or ridable Guardians. As a result, they tend to be able to travel farther and faster than her…who was forced to not only avoid main roads, travel through monster-infested regions, and WALK on her own two feet.
And even then, there had still been people who managed to find her. Either by chance, some kind of tracking or detection skill, or by pure mobility.
Sure she got lir and loot from PK'ing them, but lir wasn't easy to spend when you were wanted in every country, city, and town.
Not to mention, items dropped were always random. One of the Hunters she had PK'd dropped nothing but a half dozen teddy bears in different costumes.
…and while they were all adorable and still safely in her inventory, that didn't help with her food situation, her lack of protective gear, and her lack of ingredients to make poisons that her job NEEDED to fight.
It wasn't even Masters. She had run into more than a few tians who wanted to take her out.
Something about revenge for family members or something like that.
She had just shrugged and killed them for all they had.
Thank goodness tians didn't turn into drop items. All that loot would just go to waste.
Heck, she just fought a literal dragon because he had heard about what she did.
A dragon she would, to no one else but herself, admit that if he hadn't challenged her head-on like an idiot and instead decided to sneak attack her, she would have more than likely been sent to Gaol.
For a moment she observed her Mythical special reward. It was a bracelet made of a yellow chain with lightning-themed links.
Chain of Storms, Drag-Volt. It converted MP into electricity that she could manipulate. It also had a chance of paralyzing targets.
Something that synergized well with her poison.
Normally, an item like this would make her smile. A hard-fought battle in which she out-maneuvered, outsmarted, and otherwise outplayed her enemy typically had her laughing with victorious triumph.
Yet she didn't feel that way. It was all that woman's fault.
It still pissed her off that even after so much trouble, losing her apartment, all the items she had stockpiled in it, and being hunted like a wild animal, she STILL hadn't killed that bitch.
It was a body double the whole time.
La Place had set her up and Weiss Schnee had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
Banishing her father's voice before he could echo in her head, she got up and started walking towards Altar.
Her mysterious emailer had said to go to Kiora, a port town near the West Sea. Her safest bet would to be traveling along the Wez Sea Route as not only does it cut from the north, south, and central points in Altar to the West Sea, but it is also a low-level hunting ground.
Odds are, she wouldn't encounter anyone or anything she couldn't take out with a drop or two of poison.
However, she had a stop to make first.
After three hours of walking, she found herself in front of a small one-person rundown cabin in the middle of nowhere.
/-/
Criminal Guild Outpost, Boundary Mountains
Infinite Dendrogram developers seemed to believe heavily in a guild system. Every low-rank job had a guild associated with it.
This, of course, included things that people would consider illegal.
Assassination, theft, banditry, slavery, prostitution, and even using the Alchemist and Pharmacist jobs to make narcotics.
And while each job had its own guild, there was also the Criminal Guild which connected all of the underworld.
Walking into the small cabin, she saw that its interior was far larger and far nicer than its exterior would have ever been possible in the real world.
Sometimes she wished Dust could be as powerful as magic.
Sitting on a stool next to the entrance was a bald muscular tian with more scar tissue than skin and an eyepatch over his left eye.
Appraiser showed he was quite powerful for a tian. Level 500 with the main job of Strong Gladiator. Based on his equipment, which was well above what most starting and even some intermediate Masters had, he was most likely using a variant on the Bare-Handed Boxer Build.
She calmly took out a card from her inventory and handed it to the man.
He then looked at it under a magnifying glass-like magic item before nodding and handing it back to her.
"' Elcome miss." He said in a broken accent.
Still, he was at least polite, "Thank you." Was all she said walking up to the counter.
Despite the remoteness of the… establishment, it had about a dozen or so patrons.
The only one of them sitting at the counter was an abnormally skinny man to the point some might think him unwell or underfed.
However, Reveal showed he was anything but. Not only were his stats much higher than the person guarding the door, but he also had the Superior Job, King of Hide. A Superior Job from the Soldier Grouping. (5)
she vaguely remembered hearing about an assassin who had the job. It specialized in evading detection over a wide area and ambushing targets before disappearing again.
She had also heard he liked to operate in Dryfe, so a place like this was probably a good base for him as it was out of the way, still within range of moving to Dryfe (by Superior standards) and unlike her, he could conceal himself from those pesky dragons.
Contrary to what some people might believe, you didn't need to have jobs from the Assassin Grouping to be an assassin or perform assassination jobs…it typically just helped things.
Normally someone like that would use items to conceal their stats or falsify their jobs, however, at an establishment like this, such things were more a form of advertisement for 'services' they could offer than anything else.
The man working the bar was a short, rounded man. Despite not being a faunus she couldn't help but see him as a humanoid hamster.
He was polishing a bear mug while leaning on a rolling ladder.
"What can I do for you miss." He asked in a nasal voice.
"I'd like ingredients to make poison, a ring to conceal my identity, ten days' worth of rations and water, your best map of the Kingdom with the locations of as many Criminal Guild and smuggling spots as you know of, and any defensive items you have for sale."
He tried not to but she could see his hamster-like mouth start to shape into a smile. His front teeth were even hamster-like.
"That's a lot little miss." He grinned, "Are you in some kind of trou-" he was cut off as Empress leveled her newly acquired special reward at his face, electricity dancing around her fingers.
"I am too damned tired for these kinds of games." She sighed, "I know you already know who I am."
"I know you already have your goons equipped with poison-countering items." She gestured to the six men in the corners of the room.
They had concealed themselves well, but she had been raised to notice even the smallest details. Even a hint of weakness or worry could cause an assured business deal to fall through.
Some tried concealing their items in their jackets or pockets – items in inventories couldn't be equipped – while a few tried using ring-shaped items or necklaces.
The former left bulges in the fabric while the latter was less conspicuous, but the moment she walked in the door, they had checked those items, and seeing that, she had used Identification only to be blocked. Alerting her to something being up.
In short, they tried too hard.
"And I know you know, I am not an idiot."
The man hamster seemed confused by this until he looked up.
The bar area had a high ceiling separate from the ceiling of the rest of the room which acted as a storage area.
She had intentionally unequipped the floating swords, Seven Chromatic Stars, Fallen, and then re-equipped them so that they were angled where his men couldn't see him, but he could.
She then pointed at the man's feet.
Around his feet were some of her homemade explosives. Rather than using fire Dust, they released a highly combustible and very lethal poison.
The barkeeper seemed to understand that even if he did have countermeasures to her poison, he wasn't prepared to be electrocuted, pierced, or blown up.
Judging by the King Of Hide's expression he was somewhere between surprise and about fighting back his laughter.
The barkeep looked to a man leaning against a door, "Well, don't keep the young Master waiting, Rocky." He said with more than a bit of terror in his voice.
Smiling, Empress took a seat a few stools away from the King of Hide.
"While we wait, I'd like you to tell me a little about the Kingdom of Altar and any Masters of note. I know they have only one Superior, but that's about it."
Sighing in what was probably relief at not dying and being given a question he could easily answer, he relaxed some.
"The King of Agitation has some kind of Embryo that lets him store aggro." He said as Empress smirked somewhat at a round middle-aged man using gamer terminology.
"I don't know how it works exactly, but it seems to let him buff himself or even resurrect himself based on the aggro he's received."
Now that was interesting.
"Wait", she said causing the man to begin sweating as he froze in place, "I thought the top of the Altar Kill Rankings was someone with the Tartarus Princess Superior Job?"
"She is. You see the Wizard, the King of Agitation, is only in the Kill Rankings because he hunts UBMs and spends most of his time just exploring."
"I see." She nodded, "And what of the three top spots in the rankings?"
The man visibly shivered, "She's called Goody Witch, and as you said she holds the Tartarus Princess Superior Job and the top spot for the Kill Rankings. She summons hoards of undead which crush her targets with sheer weight of numbers. Some have even gone so far as to call her the Undead Legion."
"How original." She drooled.
"What are hers and the King of Agitation's hunting grounds?"
"Oh, um, Goody Witch primarily sets up shop around the capital while Wizard is always on the move."
"I see." She nodded making a mental note of the information. "And the other two?"
"The first place in the Duel Rankings recently beat the reigning champ Tom Cat." He almost seemed disappointed. "He'd held that spot for nearly thirty years." The man said absentmindedly.
Some quick math told her he was either added for the lore or one of the devs having some fun. If gaming taught her anything dev avatars were usually OP so how strong would the new champ be if they weren't even a Superior yet?
"Her name is Polyantha." The man shook his head like he couldn't believe something, "I saw their match myself and to this day I don't know what happened. Despite being hit with firearms, arrows, swords, spears, axes, and just about any and every weapon imaginable Polyantha never once took any damage."
"And that's on top of using her Superior Job Fallen Knight in combination with her…shadow to attack from everywhere at once. Even old Master Tom Cat wasn't a match for her. It was a one-sided slaughter."
That had her interested. Fallen Knight came from the Dark Knight Grouping which meant she excelled at short battles wielding cursed weapons.
Could there be a cursed weapon that delayed or negated damage?
No. Everyone would have heard of an item like that and then spent weeks or even months trying to disprove it.
When Reinhardt became the Deul Ranking's first place he'd had no end of challengers trying to break his defenses.
And then there was the matter of the shadows, she couldn't figure out much from his description.
"I take it she's based out of Gideon."
"Oh, yes." he nodded, "She trains in the surrounding area. Even wiped out the Gouz-Maise Gang a while back."
"It's said that Gouz, a genius Necromancer, in a last-ditch effort to survive fused himself and his entire gang into a UBM."
"Is that even possible?"
The man shrugged, "I avoided talking with the sick bastard as much as possible, but if anyone could do something so depraved it would have been him."
"Then again, it didn't do him much good." he smiled somewhat conspiratorially. "They say when Polyantha finished him off you could hear the UBM's screams from the capital. I might work in a Criminal Guild, but even we look down on child killers."
The galaxy-haired cat faunus nodded in what could be seen as approval and a little admiration. She knew the area near Gideon was Caldina's – specifically Douglass Coin's – territory.
It almost hurt that he managed to wiggle his way out of getting the full list of charges levied against him. He still held his title, but much of his holdings and political power had been reduced.
She would almost accept being branded as a criminal if it meant he and La Place had both died.
Sighing, "and the third?"
The man seemed to freeze with fear again. "That…uh, she's the leader of the clan Witch's Star and the rest…well…I, I don't know."
She raised an eyebrow, "The Guild Master of a Criminal Guild doesn't know about the top of the Clan Rankings?"
"Well, the thing is no one knows anything about her. She always wears a black robe that conceals everything about her and as for members…we can't tell if they have ten or a thousand." He blurted out nervously eyeing the swords above and the bombs below as his eyes switched between the two.
"Explain what you mean." She half growled, she hated vague word games. They reminded her of that time her father used them to convince her she was getting a pony and instead got a cheap wooden toy horse on a rope that broke almost instantly.
"No one knows her name or what she looks like and her clan members dress the same as her and seem to pop in and out of existence attacking from everywhere and nowhere." He said hurriedly.
Did she have some type of movement or teleportation-type Embryo? Those were pretty rare, she only knew of the Leather Twins having one if she was honest, but it could happen.
Even still, that would probably require a lot of prep time to use.
Mistaking her silence for contemplating whether to shish kabob or blow him up the barkeep quickly added, "She's famous for continually attacking any clan of Masters who hunt those weaker than themselves or tians. She's so powerful that some aren't sure if she's not a Superior."
That made her pause her contemplations.
"Say that again."
"She's famous for-"
"No after that." She interrupted.
"Uh…she's so powerful that some aren't sure if she's not a Superior."
"Has anyone seen her Embryo?"
"No, but neither have we seen it for the other two. The only reason their known as sixth forms is because someone asked them and that was what they said."
"As for the owner of Witch's Star, no one is sure. Some have suggested her Embryo is already what you Masters call a Superior Embryo."
"I see. She smiled." Her PK instincts wanted her to hunt the entire clan of anti-PKers down and watch their avatars turn purple before bursting into particles of light.
Her smile then reseeded a little. Her mysterious emailer had set things up for her. She couldn't exactly go off PKing like she normally did.
"Anyone else of note?"
"There is the King of Sculpting and his second-place clan the Sumerian Slayers which has three other Pre-Superiors as you call them. The King of Swords, the King of Art, and the King of Mud."
An odd-sounding bunch, but any clan with four Pre-Superiors wasn't one to take lightly. It said a lot about Witch's Star if they could stay in first place with such tough competition.
"After them, there are the second place in the Kill Rankings Morning Dew and third place in the Duel Rankings Leo Glory."
As Rocky returned with an inventory. She examined it and handed the man the appropriate amount of lir, plus some extra.
For his party, after counting it, he looked up confused, "Miss I believe you've given me too much." Which was true, there was nearly 30,000 extra lir there.
She smiled genuinely at him, "No, it's the right amount, I've decided I'm taking a coach and you as my driver." she finished with her smile shifting to that of one that didn't give any room for debate.
She had a long journey ahead of her, but it would seem that the Kingdom would at least be a little interesting.
(1) Kerry Shawcross, Miles Luna, and Kiersi Burkhart joked that Watts always uses proper capitals and punctuation in his text messages as well as always signing his name at the bottom.
(2) In this universe Salem is old, but through unknown means (to everyone who isn't me) remains as she was when she first met Ozma.
(3) The Turing Test is a test of intelligence, sentience, consciousness, and self-awareness. A machine passes the Turing Test if it can convince a human interlocutor that it is sentient.
(4) One of the scientists from Pietro and Watts' team went on to create the Scroll mobile game company, Human Nextwork. We don't get their name, but since he was a developer, I named him Dev-ron. Clever, I know.
(5) Yeah, it is that guy who got turned into an Idea and then killed by F.
So Watts is working with Weiss and others to take down La Place Phantasma. Because of her abilities, he has mistaken her for a Control A.I. and wants to remove her to attempt to break the game so he can attempt to hack it.
What could possibly go wrong?
Empress Cryoconite = Weiss Schnee
Goody Witch = Glynda Goodwitch. I would be genuinely surprised if no one guessed this one.
Wizard = ?
Polyantha = ?
I'm curious if anyone can guess who these two are and the mystery owner of Witch's Star. (It's not secretly Glynda). As well as who might be the four Pre-Superiors of the Sumerian Slayers (Yes, it's a pun on ID's Babylon Battlefront).
Leo Glory = Taiyang Xiao Long
Morning Dew = Dew Gale
Also, to the guest reviewer who I can't seem to reply to, You CAN tame any monster, even UBMs regardless of their rank. At least in theory, so long as you have the minion capacity. Many monsters, especially UBMs, can exhibit human level, or in some cases higher, intelligence. Thus, potentially being able to barter, befriend, or otherwise convince them to become tamed monsters. For evidence see the tamed monsters of Catherine Kongou, all of which are Ancient Legendary, and Rook Holmes and the UBM he gets from the tournament, Tallulah who is estimated between Legendary and Ancient Legendary.
Heck, Lobohta, a UBM himself, can make other UBMs his subordinates.
As for Jabberwock, he doesn't "control" them so much as manipulates them with what could be compared to subtle hypnosis or subliminal conditioning. Additionally, there are times when UBMs do things outside of his predictions such as Corpse Stronghold Abyss Shellder which manage to go from what Jabberwock considered a failure to one of the most dangerous UBMs in Dendro history. This includes all of the Irregular UBMs that can escape the machinations of the Control . such as the Three Dragon Kings.
If you like my work, please support it at Pat Reon Dot COM (Slash) jwrite
And remember to review. Seriously, it helps me get better at writing and you get a better story to read. It's a win-win.