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The soft yet robotic voice of the aircraft was stressing its pilot out with its emergency alerts.
"Reboot my ass! Little Macke, what the fuck are you doing! Pull us up, pull us up~~~!" a wild-looking man with a spiky head said in an absolute panic.
"Boss, my life axis suddenly stopped rotating! I can't access a single bit of ryms now!" a blonde man put on glasses as he bellowed in a panic that only surpassed his companion.
"It's this damn world curse! Shit!" the spiky-headed man cursed repeatedly. "The crew said they only felt a slight suppression from the curse. How is it that we are being so heavily affected? The curse hasn't even settled on us yet! We have to return immediately; we can't play this start-from-zero-level game! The members under negus-level will have to be responsible for securing the princess."
"Captain, we're going down fast! I'm shifting to convertible mode. Brace for impact!" the blonde man shifted his glasses as he spoke. When he finished speaking, the aircraft had already condensed in size and transformed from a husky luxury starship to a sleek vehicle resembling a drop-top Cadillac, sporting hover jets instead of tires.
"Brace for…" The spiky-headed man dragged himself from his rueful thoughts to look out the front of the aircraft.
He saw the earth below them approaching his face at breakneck speed. The spiky-headed captain blanched in shock, not even noticing the group of fellas in their direct path.
*~BOOOM!~*
The convertible aircraft crashed brutally into the ground, followed by several asteroid pieces dragged into the atmosphere by its side. Craters littered the valley outside the city. The muffled rumbles and loud impact alerted many influential people in the town. Dust and dirt covered the entire area, and screams of pain could be heard with some heavy groaning. But as the dust cleared, the crashed aircraft appeared perfectly fine. A pale blue light barrier slowly dissipated after the dust started to fade.
The two riders released their safety harnesses and hopped out to see who or what they hit.
There were two figures on the ground beneath their ship. One was a young man hollering at the top of his lungs after his left leg was smashed to nothingness, completely obliterated until not even ash or dust remained. The other leg was a pile of bloody mush, far more unsightly. Whomever his companion once was, he was now a matching set to the living man's former leg. One could only imagine the harsh tragedy that just befell these youths.
"Oops," Spiky-head said indifferently after seeing the gore.
"Who stands still when a ship falls from the sky?" the blonde man scoffed disdainfully.
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"The Mast…er, never mind," in response, spiky-head told a bad joke.
The pilot was speechless.
"THOSE MUTHAFUCKAS KILLED BRISCO!" suddenly, an enraged bellow pulled the two out of their banter.
"Josh is hurt, too! Take them out. We have to kill these reckless bigots!"
"Kill? Let me torture them first. Especially the pretty one with glasses, hehehe…."
"Yo, check out they ride, bruv! I got to get me one of them…."
Hearing the vulgar words and enthusiasm of the approaching men in black, the blonde man's gaze grew deadly cold. However, before he could draw his gun, spiky head stepped forward with his arms spread wide.
"We mean you no harm, mortals. Accidents happen, and this was a tragic accident that we made happen. If possible, we will compensate your loss," Spiky-head said confidently.
His voice carried a certain charismatic charm as if someone refusing his suggestion was impossible.
"You think you can talk your way out of this after killing one of my negas?" A hunky young man with dark skin tones walked out of the crowd with a large laser gun pointed at the two foreigners. "I'm here to tell you different, Spikes. Weapons up, negas, let's kill these two weird-ass muthafuckas!"
"Your...I'm sorry, what now?" the captain felt communicating with these locals was proving hopeless.
What was a nega?
After speaking, the hunky man immediately fired off a round from his weapon. Flaming red beams of energy shot out incessantly from his companions' weapons and his own.
"Fuck!" The captain cursed in dismay when the red beam seared a hole into the earth. Luckily, this guy's aim was practically nonexistent. "These guns shoot refined rym beams?"
Right now, these two had no means to protect themselves, making Spiky-head extremely vexed. Since when did he have to fear such low-level technology? The answer was, apparently, today.
"Boss, we're online again!" said the blonde pilot calmly.
"Good, let's get out of here!"
Both men scrambled back into the now rebooted aircraft, which turned on immediately and was propelling upward just as fast by the hover jets. The aircraft then shot forward at breakneck speed, repelling the projectile beams and forcing the men in black to scatter desperately from the ricochet.
"Chase them, don't let them negas get away!"
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"Hey kid, get outta the way, will ya?!" A loud bellow rapidly approached behind the still-spinning Ryatt.
The latter started spinning quickly and suddenly leaped into the air while yelling.
"Geeeeet dowwwwn!"
Unfortunately, his final spinning motion distorted his words severely.
"What the hell is he…?" wondered the man with fiery red hair that looked like real spikes to Ryatt. He currently looked dumbfounded while standing at the back of the aircraft. However, when the child in front of him leaped into the air and yelled some nonsense, the youth suddenly felt a sense of crisis. "An attack?! Does even a brat dare to attack us? What the hell is up with this star?"
*wkshhhh~*
"No, you idiot. He said get down!" The blonde-haired pilot with yellow eyes hurriedly pulled down his captain.
Shang!
The tip of one of the young man's fiery red spikes was sliced clean off as the heavy iron sewer cap raced above the aircraft, and the firelight suddenly extinguished. Fortunately, his companion pulled him down in the knick of time. At the same time, the airborne Ryatt landed perfectly in the back seat of the aircraft as it sped past.
"Hey, brat, are you fucking crazy!" the enraged spiky-headed youth tried to jump to the back so he could strangle this strange brat, but the aircraft's sudden halt in momentum sent him tumbling back to the front.
The blonde man sneered before speeding off once more.
Looking closer at this young man, Ryatt noticed he had a body full of tattoos and piercings. This blonde-haired young man was calm and laid back, but his companion looked wild and unbridled. Spiky-head's slim frame and defined muscles even made him look a little heroic. The most eye-catching tattoo was a crimson sun on his forehead, which was so imposing that Ryatt couldn't help but admire it.
"Hey! Stay still, you asshole!" the blonde-haired man bellowed, stopping the other in his tracks when he tried to scramble to his feet again.
Ryatt couldn't see this bespectacled youth quite that well from his current angle, but he noticed a cyan-colored crescent moon tattooed on the youth's left cheek.
*Shing*
*Shing*
*Ping*
The sounds of bullets firing and bouncing off the craft's exterior reminded those present of their peril.
"This damn kid, we should just leave him to die!" spiky-head said, "What was that idiot trying to do any…."
*Riiiip~!*
*~BOOM!*
Before the spiky-headed man could let out another complaint, the heat of an explosion nearly slapped him in the face. Not even a full five breath after Ryatt's butt hit the seat, something crazy happened. Seeing the crashing and tumbling vehicle behind them and the wailing gangsters who were previously shooting at them, the young man was dumbfounded.
"No…how…wait! No way, was it the thing the kid threw?" Spiky-head was stunned, speechless at this instant.
What had spiky-head so startled was lodged in the wreckage of the enemy's vehicle. What seemed to be a sewer cap protruding from the engine and fuel pump had landed a few meters from the tires. Spiky-head darted a glance at the youth in the back seat who was looking out behind them.
"This…this can happen?" Spikes simply didn't know how to react to this sudden pie from the sky.
"That's why I told you to chill out, Cap…little bro's not normal," said Blondie.
"Who are you calling, little bro?!" Ryatt shouted indignantly.
"What's your name, kid?" asked Blondie.
"Huuuuuu~ What's it to you, sir?" Ryatt's demeanor at the moment was no less proud than the other two men sitting in the craft.
"You just saved my life, kid," Blondie said very calmly. "I'd like to know your name."
"I'm just a little boy. What's it to you, sir?" Ryatt haughtily said, "Am I required to give you my name?"
"Hahaha," Blondie and Spiky-head laughed together.
They quite liked this brat's haughtiness for reasons yet unknown.
"Man, I've never seen an auto aircraft with an engine so silent. This thing is top of its class. It's pretty much a spaceship like on the broadcast shows! Can I check under the hood? Wait, what materials are those tracksuits you two wear made out of? They look incredible! His has eight-pointed stars, oh wow. The design on the back is the same as what's on this craft! Are you guys with some kind of guild that runs track and races spaceships?" Ryatt asked excitedly.
As a student-athlete, he respected athletics the most.
The two youths up front were glancing at one another, entirely at a loss for words. Somehow, the brat's words seem not to be wrong. Yet, those words somehow felt insulting.
"Oh, yeah, sorry for being rude," Ryatt palmed his forehead as if he just came to a realization. He stuck out both hands while crossing his arms like an X, extending them both a handshake, "My name is Lucky. Nice to meet ya!"