COI C159
News got out last night, in the morning news the search of the wanted man. “Here on the news, last night, one suspect clearly known with multiple charges of rape with the same sex. This suspect still unidentified his real name with only the name Pervert or the Perb. He is one of many known listed criminals back on our original world. Luckily, there are no incidents happened about this for the past months”
The other news anchor added “Furthermore, the suspect is not the only person going into the mountain shrine alone. Police has identified multiple criminal activities. To any people who are concerns, please advise to keep away from this area during late at night. It will . . .”
The tv screen turns off. A woman lives in a small apartment, caring any less about the warnings outside of her own district. She opens the windows as she is somewhere in Mihayara district. Someone is knocking at the door as she opens as soon as she done watching.
“Umf, have you done watching?”
“Yeah, and I learn more than I need to. Say, is that Enders really being provided with the tools from our gang?”
“We shouldn’t talk about it. You know those two ordered us around to keep supplying with scrolls”
“Still, she worked really hard to get those women to ask those guys to be in the kill list”
Kyra walks in and sees her room a bit messy. Umf opens the tv screen again connecting her device. The screen shows the forums about the conversation they have recently. It was late at night, and the women, who are involved, are finally get wanted to read. Kyra reads the post.
“Revenge huh?”
She drinks her coffee and keeps her eyes on the texts “. . . Ironno, but not U’ecin?”
“You sure acting slow. That man is already gone since before the siege”
“Well, he did batter a lot of people out in the open. He is the first person we know inside this city had made a big impact, other than that goblin, Sork.”
Umf rolls her eyes to her obliviousness. Being the dark green dot gang, Kyra is slowly losing herself back to her own cave. Neither of them actually went outside of the city, nor they would face any of the gangs without a proper supervisor. Even they went to Fuku City to deliver the package to the cult leader himself. Umf went fan girl all over the place because of how advance the facility over there. They returned back looking at the forums as they found one of the satisfied customers.
“I can’t believe on saying this, but. I know one of the Enders. A Raker Mawn Guild member, if I recall. I’ve been working in a city guild. I heard one of my co-workers. And I thought it won’t work because of our own people is stronger than them. Then I learn the equipment they used are made from this city. They are like handymen if you can’t believe me. Haw, the man I heard so much about. He did what I asked for. I can finally be safe, that creep won’t be noticing me any time soon”
“Yeah, they did very well to keep us away from noticing them. I never thought using that big magic scroll, a size of a poster, and it is quite expensive. Luckily compared the price made by them. It is 5 sylvs or 50,000 Y each. I know it looks expensive but WOW! It does the trick”
“I still doubt the price, and I let someone else makes a replica of it. Honestly, those guys did make it affordable for us. Why in the world they going to sell it for 79,000 Y?”
“I have seen them buying the materials and making it. The time for it to finally complete is insane. It requires our mana to get it to work. It is a personal thing”
Umf was not too convinced to see how those magic scrolls work. Kyra had bought one too. She places it down on the table and look at the calligraphy. Crawling down her spine as she feels the magic on it, the designs feel creepy yet the materials they used are their traditional washi paper. To make it into a poster size, they glued them together and make it thin as possible.
“Does it work, Kyra?”
“Yeah, I bought it from the young girls. They are students I am trying to get so far. I’m just wanting to know how they able to manufactured it so fast”
A powerful spell, Umf uses it. “Umf, don’t use it here!”
The magic scroll activated as they are getting sucked into the paper.
“What!?”
They are put inside the paper and giving no time to counteract. Both of them were in shock, they tried to get out of here. The powerful dispels lashing out to the nothingness, the spells they used are like paints splashing all around. Their magic petrified and it loses its effectiveness too quickly. Umf said to Kyra,
“What kind of magic scroll is this?”
“I bought it without asking what kind of spell they used”
“What did you say to them?”
“The best one to take out the creep for good”
The magic scroll they used is an imprisonment spell. Made out of the young girls’ own mana, their unskilled mana control able to hold these two women off. The more spells they do to it the longer the duration. Since they are trapped, there’s nothing they could do about it. They are going to be there for a while. Moving to the screen, where there are more women wanting to buy it, the forums mention something more about products. On the list, there is a private forum. Umf and Kyra didn’t see it, and what lies inside is about something they secretly wanted to get even.
The Perb is able to access it with no problems. His eyes were not deceived. Ironno had this kind of dealing longer than they have all thought. “Judgement Days vs. Enders Hitmen”
This nuance made it into common discussions. Azin is talking with Ironno, right now. “Did your guild master know about this?”
“Even before Sanquin and the rest of the Enders so far coming here. Do you think they would ignore the city’s finest resources?”
“Then why didn’t you use it in the beginning?”
“Have we killed anyone with it?”
“Sigh*”
The Perb found out more about their activities inside this saferoom. It is clear that the people are helping them from the sidelines. This is not a charity work as he reads it carefully, they are trading information with the products they made. The social media posted this kind of product is no longer for gossips, it has potential as if it meant to fight against the unstoppable nuisance, the spirits pets. Those magic scrolls did a find work. The question is where did they manufactured from? He calls out to Ironno.
“Hey! Where do you guys made all of these magic scrolls?”
“From Stranding Island, try to go there on your own would be sentences you could not believe”
There is nothing else to say about it. Still, made from the island. He still wonders how they made it so effectively. The island is an embassy of all city states. The fat man starts to smile again with tenacious intention. As the room lights up as they are about to begin. They rested here since their escape. Azin finds a better place for them to fight, into the new environment in the ruins. The ceremonial tree grown there as it helps them fight against their magic. His floating object, already linked to the people chased him down. With his time to decide what to do with them, his hands are already in his palm to ready to unleash it.
The magic circle is formed on the wall, slowly making itself by the floating object. The light is getting stronger as it reaches them. Ironno gives the Perb some scrolls. On his hand is the abilities he did to them. His eyes were a bit disappointed, but his grins keep shining to the back his imagination. He won’t ruin his moment. He was provided like he is one of them. Wondering why they keep giving him help and the future he will make to make copies of it. This is must be the Horsin’s customs. He plays along in this kind offer.
Ironno mentioned him one last thing “There is an Enders out there. Dexter Guild member, if you don’t want to be suppressed, neutralize, or anything they called out. Use this, and remember, the tapping on the head won’t work on them twice. Ender Guilds have different interpretation of tapping on the head. I heard random rambles from you while staying here. Haw should’ve explained it to you earlier”
“Really, why not told me earlier?”
“I don’t know, because I wasn’t in Dexter Guild”
The flash of the magic circle comes out and they disappeared without a trace. They send themselves into the ruins, the deadlands of the spirits.
Meanwhile, the community secretly couldn’t hold their minds on the people who are going vigilante at Azin. They clearly know that he has companions outside from Fuku City, but they didn’t believe that he had also someone infamous. They dared so much to report the issues to the police and more while the suspicion of certain Enders who are collaborated with the known criminals. They thought they could get him, but they didn’t. There is one problem to this claim. One of the victims that should be violated beneath his belt, and no proof of such a rape.
Either the man was given by a warning or does it mean he is there for simple reasons. “I think we can’t report him”
“What? That man is a serial rapist. You’ll think we can just ignore everything he had done. You’re nothing but a traitor - Agh!”
“Stop your whining, he said that we can’t do it because we are involved too. If you try to let the police to focus on chasing one guy that couldn’t be caught. Then our enemies will come for us in their opportunity”
“This fucker! You said that because of last week . . . Augh! FUCK! I can’t agree more”
C is there, listening to them ramble. He is here because there are people here had connections with the defectors. Now this man here is already being rude and impatient. Not from the people they heard over there, but the man is distracting himself on his own device.
“You must be Flashes’ double”
“Shh, I am busy on my dailies. Hey! Could anyone give me snacks?”
The realm is at its service and provide him everything he needed. Somewhere out from the void, it carries out the needs he wanted on the table. The man’s double, Flashes, acted out of a whim, uses his magic, opens the bag, and takes a piece with a strong crunch.
The people who had doubles whispers on his rude behavior. “Why are we letting him to join in this meeting? He wasn’t even the part of the group and always ignore us when he visits here”
“The thing is about him is special, also his double knows how to make some gadgets. We need the help we can get to use his experimental weapons”
Flashes said to them as he plays his mobile game. “That won’t be necessary. I will bring it to you as long as you keep paying me. That greedy bastard spent most of the money on his maintenances”
One of them access the private monetary transaction as the data shows that the expenses are indeed through as they share, but he spends more than his double.
They turned to C, “Can you actually redesign it?”
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“I’m sure I can do it. We are not going to lose our dreams over this fanatical scammer”
A loud warning sounds call out from inside the realm. Flashes covered his ears with his magic and continue his gaming. Others watch him being oblivious as the warning sounds calling out.
“Warning! Abduction magic detected. People who are involved last night hunt will be taken away. Repeat . . .”
The community was in a panic, their defenses have been breached. Already on their hands are C’s magic items and Flashes recently brought rune designs. They need to make it quick before all of them will be abducted.
The Perb is waiting for them. The people who want Azin out from their lives. He transforms into a woman again and uses the magic scrolls given by Ironno. His body become a physically muscles woman with her tomboyish hair and her tanned skin. The outfit looks like a fitness bikini as she fists both of her hands releasing the magic she holds. The magic arounds her both scrolls and Azin’s supporting magic. She feels the mana around her, protecting from the dusts and the detection from the city. There is no holding him/her back where his spells are powering up into his physical attributes. Her voice turned feminine
“Alright boys, I am ready whenever are you are”
Ironno raises his pickaxe with the rest of his scrolls. He pulls out the scrolls to his belt all rolled up according to his set ups. The area they are in, and in full exposure to the dusts. Giving them the chance to fight without any of them to escape, including their own. Azin raises the mana flow to the floating object. All of his spells are manifesting, preparing to conjure the enemies’ upcoming attacks, also manipulating the spells of the unskilled. Ironically, he worries them from the Perb’s hands.
The ruins start to grow as the ceremonial tree is nourishing the magic they unleash. Finally, their enemies were summoned. Ironno held firm with his weapon as the traps are ready. Old traps he laid on when he built the saferooms. It comes back with Azin’s help. Those dusts traps will surely weaken them, but he is not sure with other magic items on their enemies. Azin is surely be ready for that. The questions on their minds right now are the Perb’s dealing with them.
The enemies appeared and ready. There were no signs of them being taken by surprised. Azin warned them before using his magic. The man who was freed from the Perb’s creepy hands was given a chance to warn the others. They brought out powerful magic items with them including the weapons replicated from the defectors’ special utilities. They fought back immediately as they entered this place, the overwhelming magic burst out at the open blindingly without any sight of their targets.
The Perb backs away as the enemies’ magic chase anyone who is not their side. The numbers of people joined their spells under a powerful dust storm. It blows on them as the dusts try to solidify it. The Perb feels the solid crystals thrown on to her as her magic defenses are active. Forming cracks that immediately breaks away from her aura. The protection still holds but she pushed further as something big thrown at her knocking her down and slides on the floor with shards prickle her smooth skin.
“Is this how strong they are, really?” She pulls herself up as her gorgeous body is only being dirtied by the dust. She wipes it off without even caring what the next magic spell comes to her. She looks at her two companions, where Ironno is having trouble with the enemies’ barrage of spells, while Azin is channeling his spells. They are both distracted and the opportunity she had has started. The magic flows through her body, her limbs inside are coursing every spell harmonizing together, she blows a toxic breathe, and her illusion, she summoned, is starting to make flesh.
The Perb uses one of Ironno’s scrolls. Surging it to herself and improved her feminine appearance, gaining the absolute powers she dared to hold onto. The succubus charm, the complete clone form, and with an added surprised below her belt. She jumps forward. Her enemies saw her trying to escape from her disgusting advance. They brought their rune weapons, blocked her attacks. Their faces froze
“What?!”
“Our runes can’t over power him”
The Perb looks at them with her beautiful grin. They shrouded her face as it turns worse with a silhouette face leaving the expression opens with her spell. A laughing mouth with her eyes grin.
Azin hears them in shocked. The Perb used Ironno’s strengthening scrolls into the worse cases of actions. He shouts out to Ironno “Why did you give him that?”
“It’s too late now, He chose to use it that way”
The ceremonial trees’ roots are reaching to their direction as Azin gathered it into the air.
“I am going to entangle them, just stop him doing anything careless”
“There is no need to. A Raker Mawn guild member never interfere with someone’s skills”
“He is NOT an Enders!”
“But we are!”
“By the disgrace of your Lord! You are making us the villains!”
The fight is already over. The Perb wasn’t done and heard the noise from the back. Azin tries to entangle them with the ceremonial trees. Her feet already stepping on them being charmed with their body forced to come closer and their faces mortified. The people they abducted were not fighters from the start. They brought powerful magics and abilities, and wrongfully used against this man. In his female form, she stretches out trying to allure them with his well-made female body. He suddenly blocks a sudden attack from his own team, luckily, she negates it quickly before they are knocked out.
Fool him once Azin, the Perb is not going to lose his, her prize again. This time she won’t be hesitating to do what she wanted to do. She pulls out her glasses and places on her eyes, the light reflection on her lens as she puts it on. That gorgeous face and the seductive voice
“You all know what’s going to happen, right?”
They stood silent. The charm is too strong for them to refuse. Their heads move up and down without a single word coming from their desperate mouths. Some starts to passed out, giving herself an angry look.
The jealousy of their sides to see others giving out their conscious not to feel his molestation. The immense fear in their heads is getting greater by the moment. The Perb walks to them, slowly, while the others being stomped gently. Already feeling her feet are removing her shoes and their clothes with burning satisfactory. One of them being stepped on able to break the charm with a loud scream. The Perb quickly hits him to the air then slammed him on the ground just only his legs. The distraction was good enough. Azin casts his spell around him. The Perb tries to stop it, but it was too late. They were all mummified by the entanglement. Mercy have brought roots to the abducted.
The Perb sighs in disappointment, his female body is truly made him acting out like a woman. None of them seem to enjoy it, knowing so well that the man had been less fortunate to his enemies. After the fog of their magic spells subsided, the aftermath revealed far worse. Azin witness the numbers of abductees. The Perb is more capable to do it alone. It wasn’t himself to grow overpowering. It is the less discipline of the people he caught. Then Azin takes a look at the magic circle,
“Ironno, what did you do to my magic circle?”
“There is more to it than people who wanted to confront you, and I added what we wanted to confront”
There are more than just people who wanted Azin. The Perb recognized these other stalkers, he never known they hid in Fuku City. The vast numbers they brought were almost Azin’s, almost. There are a few troublemakers who done worse. The women’s target list has started. Ironno brings out the device handed over by the women. He scans through their faces and takes some picture. Following the instructions given by them, the women who request for the revenge received it. Others didn’t believe it, while they immediately respond.
“Continue”
Ironno, the man who is following the orders of his guild master. Doing such a thing to act as a hitman for this city, he proceeds to do an act for them. To take their revenge to ease their burdens by their annoying harassments. He thought this would Azin say to him, the silent creeps in without any bother. Azin only focuses on the people he caught and not with Ironno’s. The silent breaks and Azin only said this
“Sweeten the revenge will only make them wanting for more, Ironno. Make sure to take good care of their decision. Like I did to put my trust in you with him”
Their eyes stared to the man in a woman’s form. His clones gathered them up with disappointed looks with their mummified catches. It is clear he wants someone to savor his victory. He looks at them back, well, all of his clones look at them in the most innocent expression he could make. Ironno keeps his mouth shut with his eyes staring death to him with dusts carrying on his parcel. A frown cute faces are showing and away from his gaze. The Perb kept his act, and fears to his reaction. The magic scroll he was provided was too profound for him to disobey.
Something is coming to them, the Perb knows those are defectors. They are coming. He pulled their enemies together where the entangled are. Ironno gives the device to the Perb as it records.
“We need to hurry, if we are going to use all the strongest spells, you better satisfy the ‘investors’”
Ironno pulls the people who are stalking, the Perb looks at them froze and their expression losing their sanity to look at his feminine muscles. He continues
“Place the marked tattoos to these people. Make it quick, our enemies are coming”
The Perb looks at their dead eyes, to see fellow stalkers with no registration of sexual assaults. He didn’t hesitate at all, the words of Ironno keeps ringing the right actions he takes. He whispered to them to their ears.
“Let’s meet again, alone. Or better yet, bring your friends without my colleagues here. I knew you want to, so call me”
Sweet giggles to their ears with their mouths exhale to their last masculinity to a serial gay rapist. Their shirts were torn off with Ironno’s pickaxe. The armored runes were not enough to against his weapon. The runes shine on Ironno’s weapon draws out the powers they have in their runes. Exposed chest, the perb uses the scroll he was given and rubs it, slowly on their fair skin.
They even show little teardrops to the side of how revolting they feel, and the charms added to the Perb’s feminine form. Their mind clouded in a dream to feel it real. The sad expression on their eyes to show the mound appearing on their pants. The Perb too is sad too. He intentionally makes it slow as Ironno and Azin focuses on the upcoming threat. Azin ignores everything he witness on the Perb’s actions and prepared the enemy’s reinforcements. The floating object manifests the mana of the abductees and siphon off their neutral mana. The mana flow shows a different color as the bright light is mix with demonic writings.
The magic circle breaks through, as the reinforcement blasts out with gaming music on the background. The defectors come in with a fierce assault. Through the occurring flames in a one meteor strike, Ironno uses the scroll and disperse the flames along with his pickaxe breaking through the meteor. The breakage of the coals on the enemy’s hand where his spells uproar to the highest of his strength. He suddenly stops as the scroll devoured his uprising power. His recklessness proceeds him to go forward in front of Ironno’s swinging pickaxe. He grabs the handle but the head curves to hit his shoulder.
It pierces his armor but able to stop his attack by grabbing Ironno’s arm and swings him to his team. Azin pulls Ironno to safety. The loud music comes forth causing a powerful vibration to any magic in the air. The shakes ruptured the magic as it vibrates and slow down the spell casts. The man is injured, comes to him to break off the music
“Shut it up! They are using shamanism. Look!”
“Quit hitting me, it was supposed to stop for incoming magic, our mage is not in position yet”
“I knew it when a first timer like you ever fight against an Enders”
A scream goes wild as the vibration removes the charm of the Perb’s magic. The wild wails of wanting to escape from the pervert’s grasp. The reinforcement could not withstand how noisy it is and they flat out use their magic against their allies. Azin didn’t thought of them attacking their own. The spells were cast with a strong powerful earth magic crushing them in a sinkhole and buried them alive in silent. The Perb is able to escaped and finished what Ironno wanted to the targets. For the moment, his heavy breathing was making a mood of his voice, then now it’s gone as the others were buried alive.
Azin says to Ironno “Are there people don’t even care their own allies?”
“Learn more about this city, you will keep surprising yourself to find out more than you thought”
The reinforcements are only three people, the Perb saw the last one hiding from the far distance. The mage is really trying to snipe it all away from here. The Perb smiles, then left his image. Azin sees the real him heading somewhere, he tries to stop him but the loud speakers blocked his spell. The man shows himself as he is distracted with the Perb’s images.
The man who fought with Ironno steps in with his shrunken head revealed. Azin recognizes the item.
“The man is holding a warrior ritual. It won’t work on us”
“Are you sure? If he lands on me . . .”
The man did hit him, compared to the abductees counter attack. This one didn’t break him like the rest. The man with the music player notices it too.
“What’s happened to your shrunken head? This is the same incident when we are fighting the spirits.”
“I know, I forgot. Look over there”
The ceremonial tree roots are there, already siphoning the powers he had.
“. . . Why am I the only one getting the disadvantage?”
The loud sound coming from afar, their mage is under attack. The man with the shrunken head knows there is no shamanism there, he rushes forward but was pulled with Azin’s magic. The two sees the Enders are attacking, the background music start playing as they building up their buffs.
“We can’t do anything with the dusts around us to get him”
“Don’t worry for that bastard. The creep is still there”
They both sense the Perb presence here, as they don’t know the that magic scroll enhances his fake presence. His image backs away as if he is waiting for them to strike, but in reality, this one doesn’t have enough mana to fight and it stalls as the real one is fighting their mage.
Ironno charges forward, buffing along the way with Azin’s magic. The large wave of wind magic comes to them. The background music causing a powerful frequency interrupting the magic’s flow. The man breaks through it easily as he raises his fists with strengthening. Enforcing willingly to the shrunken head, he has to waste all his mana on it in order to reinforce his attacks. He breaks deep within Ironno’s defenses. His recklessness continues, and he give no hesitation from his advance. The man unleashed his spell spontaneously causing a powerful explosion.
The shockwaves turned crystallize and the man immediately backs off as Ironno able to hit back to the injured shoulder. The man with the music player sees how they easily take him out, and already used their secret weapon. The signal jammer raises to his hands and caused seismic shockwave to all mana. A small gap to be immune to all of their spells, the defectors suddenly break down with no mana left in them for short seconds. Azin’s floating object falls down, while Ironno wasn’t affected by it. He sees the man down lying as he quickly breaks his shrunken head. The man couldn’t believe what he sees as the head pierced a hole in it.
Those short seconds made his item vulnerable, and destroyed on his hand. Blood spilled out on his palm pierced and holding the shrunken head. His powerful item, destroyed. He never felt fear this much as the immunity removed. This is not a coward dependency on the item. It is the item helps him destroy, and Ironno knows its worth as he feels the explosion burnt on his body. Azin comes rushing to him as the protection is gone leaving exposure to flesh of the man’s explosive. The man with music player uses another item for all of them to escape. They vanished, including the abducted.
Meanwhile, the huge shockwave swiftly saved the mage from the incoming rape. The Perb with the rest of his images all vanishes after that perfect moment. All of the mage’s clothes left behind as the Perb masterfully used the scroll. It was meant to mark them and forever removed the connection to certain people or item. The mage personal items were all removed. This is his first time to remove strong people from their clothes. It’s been so long for him to do it, even the dusts were good additions to his methods. Now, with this scroll. They are free as he can undress them.
“This time, all of you will experience what boys love is”
A laughter comes after to his own words.
The defectors had accomplished rescuing them. They called out to the cult leader what happened. The only thing he could say to them “Do you want to get involved? The same what happened last week?”
The man with music player said to the man with destroyed shrunken head “What will happened to you now?”
“I can still make one, the fragments still linger. I just need to find a better replacement . . .?”
Both of them sees their companion in his underwear. They thought that pervert didn’t leave and keeps in the distance with them. The naked man said to them with a face full of maniacally laughter.
“You never going to believe this”