The first floor was like a resort, uncanny to the rest of the building, almost like it was another structure itself. The establishment was named a "mansion," but that was only in expression; it was more of a colossal decked-out army facility with sleeping, unlimited food, and everything you ever needed, even hotel service. Only someone as absurd as Meth could have smoked up such an idea.

Arthur moved towards his new squad as he waved at Vanilla and Void. Zoork was also there for supervision. Everyone stopped their actions, becoming silent — perhaps they were nervous; after all, today marked a special field trip — killing a renowned hero. Void wore a fancy yellow sweater with a blue upside-down smiley face on it; he also combed his hair to a slick back with a ponytail at the end. Vanilla wore a white high-collar jacket with dark white pants. Zoork modeled a musty white t-shirt — Wife Beater — and jeans that seemed fairly aged.

Since the first floor resembled a hotel, why wouldn't there be a service counter for assistance; a valet driver wearing a lavish black suit opened the door to the mansion and waited for the group to walk out. His clothes were exceptional, and some would go as far as to say... manly. The group exited the building, still not speaking with one another.

Arthur was a tad confused about the high tension in the group, but he assumed it was because of the mission, so being on edge probably was normal. He simply followed the group out of the building. Anyway, it's not like he had a choice.

In front of them was a luxurious car, a Rolls-Royce boat tail. Arthur marveled at the stylish blue car as its polished paint job shined against the light; its sunroof was open, allowing air to flow in. They'd need it because a road trip was soon to come.

"Sir, shall we arrange a driver?" the valet driver asked. Why he chose not to drive was obvious; no one would want to wreck such an expensive car.

"It's fine," Zoork said, entering the driver's seat. He looked back at Arthur and shook his head. "Actually, would you mind taking Arthur's luggage back to his room? Our mission won't require it."

The man grabbed Arthur's belongings; he was the only one carrying baggage, so the man automatically knew whose belongings to get. Then again, it was impressive since a black garbage bag isn't usually referred to as luggage.

"This is nice," Arthur whispered, entering the front passenger seat as his back rested against the soft blue leather.

Void and Vanilla sat in the back, not uttering a sound. This attitude wasn't incidental. No, there was a reason, and perhaps it was partially because of the mission, but most individuals finally understood what it meant to have the Wanderer arrive. Yesterday surprised people, but the present gave not only Arthur's newly formed group but others time to think about what the Wanderer signified. What it really meant for such a person to arrive.

"I kind of wanted to change clothes," Arthur said.

"We're spending two days max on this mission. If you guys can't complete it by then, well, too bad." Zoork looked behind his back like any safe driver would and reversed out of the mansion's garden. "Everyone buckle up."

The area around the mansion was a tremendous forest with mud trails, far from any civilization. Once everyone put on their seatbelts, Zoork slammed it and drove out of the building's gates and onto muddy terrain, but luckily the supercar was modified for such conditions. Zoork may not look like a masterclass driver, but his skills were unparalleled. He raced through the forest, soaring on a dirt floor. His speeds reached 200 miles per hour, but he drove casually without hiccups.

Unlike Zoork's casual attitude, Arthur held his mouth as he forced the vomit back into his throat. The rear passengers weren't as affected as Arthur since they were accustomed to such driving.

It didn't take long for the group to reach their destination. After all, once they got out of the forest, their mission's area was technically in front of them. Their target destination was Raan, which was an ocean known for its calm and colorful water. This ocean was unique since beautiful sandy beaches surrounded it, uninhibited by human filth or Americans.

Zoork drove on the sand near the water and stopped, putting the car in park. "Let's take a quick break to discuss plans. Then we'll start the real shit."

"Discussing would help... Knowing close to nothing isn't ideal," Arthur said sarcastically. But his comments were unanimously ignored.

The group exited the car and approached the back. Zoork triggered the car's rear deck, causing the back to invert. Two tables and a parasol in the middle plopped out of the vehicle's rear. One table had sandwiches on it, while the other contained two bottles of champagne.

"This isn't normal, right?" Arthur asked, blinking as he stared at the car. Even a fish could realize this wasn't typical, but something that could only be described as posh conduct.

Zoork grabbed a bottle and chugged it down. The rest of the group ate the sandwiches, opting not to be involved in drunk "missioning." The fancy Italian square sandwiches were packed with yummy nutrition, and the star element was the squid testicles; luckily enough, no one noticed it and simply enjoyed the succulent flavors.

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After the quick lunch break, Zoork set the car's rear back to standard mode and discussed plans. He reviewed the basic guidelines and the primary objective. The guidelines entailed getting on top of Atlantis without being detected. It wasn't as difficult as it seemed since the modified Rolls-Royce had a boat option, which allowed it to travel on water. Next on the agenda was breaking into Atlantis. This was tougher since an invisible force field protected the lost city, but that was something the group would have to deal with once they got there. Assuming they get through, it got even more difficult because Atlantis was unknown to everyone except the Atlanteans that lived there. However, they were slightly lucky since they only needed to cause disruption and force the king to defend his land.

And the primary objective, well, to say the least, was simple: Arthur needed to kill the king with his own powers. It was relatively a doable plan, considering the king was terminally ill. However, the only slight problem was that he was regarded as a top ten hero before he succumbed to Cho Con.

Luckily, nothing could go wrong with such a flawless plan made by the one and only prodigy of strategies, Meth the great.

The group entered the car, and Zoork drove into the water. He shifted the gears and clicked a few buttons, activating boat mode, where the wheels converted and flattened into a 180-degree angle, spinning against the water and keeping everything afloat, and then the motors in the back propelled them forward.

"Hold on tight," Zoork said, taking out an old map from the car's cupboard. The map looked like it came straight out of a pirates movie. He "drove" with one hand as he scanned the map, speeding through the water.

It didn't take long for the group to make it on top of Atlantis, and since they were so high up compared to the water level that the lost city was submerged in, no Atlantean could detect them.

"I know we already discussed the plan, but we didn't discuss how we'll get down there...?" Arthur asked, looking around and seeing nothing but water.

"Wait," Zoork said, placing his finger on his face. "Everyone touch me."

'What...' Arthur thought, tilting his head and turning around as he looked at Void and Vanilla.

Zoork extended his hand to the back, where Void and Vanilla placed one of their fingers on his hand. Arthur touched Zoork's other hand, avoiding eye contact with him to lessen the awkwardness.

"In order to set up emergency teleportation, I need all your permissions. I will place the location on this car, so wasting no more time, simply say I consent."

Void clicked his tongue and shook his head. "We don't need one. Anyway, the negatives of you using emergency teleportation are too extreme."

"I missed the part where I asked you. Now be like a good boy and say it."

"I consent," Vanilla said.

"I consent," Arthur said.

Void looked into Zoork's eyes and shook his head. "I consent."

"I set this location as an emergency teleport. Four people will converge, myself, Vanilla, Arthur, and my son Void," Zoork said, smiling. "If you're as strong as you guys claim. We won't need to use this."

Arthur smiled, closing his eyes and scratching his head. "That's understandable and all. But how are we getting to Atlantis?"

"Meth already packed scuba gear for us. It should be in a garbage bag," Zoork said, inverting open the rear's second compartment — storage area. But nothing was in it. It was empty.

"There's nothing in here," Vanilla said, leaning over her seat and looking at the back.

"Arthur..." Zoork twitched his lips as he grabbed Arthur's shoulder. "That black garbage bag you were holding, please don't tell me that was the scuba gear."

Arthur pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes. "Don't even blame this one on me."

"You damn fish," Zoork said, grabbing Arthur's neck and choking him. He didn't add all his power into strangling him, and it seemed more like a sorrowful attempt at a joke, but who knows.

Arthur tickled Zoork's armpit, causing him to jolt back and fall off the car-boat.

Void stood up and closed his eyes. "I can use my powers to take us down there."

Zoork opened the door and sat back on his seat, giving Arthur a death stare. At least his clothes weren't musty anymore.

"Really?" Vanilla asked, looking at Void as she stood up. "But how?"

Void, without a word, wrapped his arm around Vanilla's waist and kicked Zoork out of the car, forcing him to cannonball into the water.

Vanilla blushed and looked at the floor, avoiding eye contact with Void. "W-W-what are you doing?"

Void ignored her and looked at Arthur. "You're a fish, right? So you can swim without any problem?"

"Yeah, I guess," Arthur said, looking at the deep water.

"Good, meet us at the bottom. I'll break the Atlantean's shield. All you have to do is enter from it." Void gripped Vanilla harder and jumped off, and while he did, he grabbed Zoork by the neck. The trio plunged downwards, almost like a gravitational force pulled them, a splash of water erupting upwards.

Arthur stood up and stared at the water. "Here goes nothing." He jumped and swam down, his clothes getting wet. His body grew scales, becoming more fishlike: webbed fingers and four gills on both sides of his neck.

Raan was an ocean, meaning it had salt concentration. In other words, it had a specific gravity of 1.024, which would kill a goldfish, but Arthur was part salmon, so he was "naturally" an anadromous species. He unintentionally adapted to the saltwater by manipulating the amount of sodium and urea in his body. In simpleton terms, he was pumping sodium out instead of in. And even in more dummy terms, he was pissing as he swam downward.

Arthur continued pissing and swimming, noticing a grand city that was seamlessly submerged underwater; invisible energy protected it, except for a miniature part near the sandy floor — this hole in the shield caused water to spill in, but the force field slowly repaired itself, causing the spillage to lessen.

Arthur's eyes widened, seeing the protection repair itself. He shouted in an attempt to hype himself up as water bubbles spewed from his mouth. He quickly swam towards the shield as bubbles obscured his vision.

The protection was closing in faster, almost fixed — it could only fit a skinny human and was soon to accommodate nobody.

Arthur placed his hands in front of himself and reached toward the hole. He let his momentum push him towards the shield as he focused on it and shouted with bubbles emitting from his mouth.

"... L... E... T..."

"... M... E..."

"... I... N!"