Chapter 1
A fierce looking young man with an intimidating, well-built physique complemented by his navy blue hair and his dark colored pupils stood in front of a beautiful woman.
His face contorted in a look of complete concentration as he stared and re-read the words in front of him.
‘This is harder than I really harder than expected.
What if I—nah. But maybe—too obvious. What about—no.’
Those were the conflicted thoughts of the young man waged on for a few more minutes as his mind debated with itself, fully balancing his options.
In front of the young man, a beautiful girl stood with an elegant posture. She was wearing a beautiful, ceremonial dress with intricate, flowery designs and a color as pure and as white as snow.
Unlike the fierce image of the young man, the face of the girl was serene and soft as she patiently waited for the young man to make his decision.
This young woman who introduced herself a while ago as Alyssa, is the interface designed to welcome each foreigners who wanted to begin their very own journey, assisting them with all her might and giving them all the time they need to create their decisions.
Five minutes ticked by. The image of the girl began to shift, her gentle smile slowly disappearing as it turned to one filled with curiosity.
‘Maybe he’s just confused? Nah. He doesn’t seem curious, it really looks to me that he knows what he was doing. Well, whatever it was, I don’t really have much to do so I guess I’ll just wait here. Not as if I could pressure him anyway.’
Ten minutes followed suit. The young girl had shifted her weight, her smile long gone and had already changed to a look filled with boredom.
‘Fifteen minutes? Really? I’ve handled many indecisive players but how long will he stand there before making his choice?’
And her internal clock ticked to a full thirty minutes.
By now, the girl had already dozed into a fifteen minute nap, and was awoken by her internal alarm. However, when she opened her eyes, the young man still stood there, as unmoving as the gargoyles that guards the temples in the game.
‘Is he a bot? I doubt it. The security system would’ve detected it by now if he was. Argh! This guy is really testing my patience! But I won’t yield! I’ll show him my prowess as the greatest Alyssa, goddess of beginning and AI of Creation!’
And then another whole thirty minutes expired.
By this time, the face of the girl was beginning to turn red, her patience growing thinner and thinner as she literally glared at the man she now branded as an idiot.
‘We’ve been here for an hour?! An hour?! How complicated was the question I gave for him to take an hour into simply answering it?!?’
Glancing at the window which was floating right next to her body, the young girl reconfirmed that the question was truly the first question she asked everybody who first arrived into her virtual realm.
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‘This man! Is he deliberately doing this to infuriate me?!’ the young girl thought. She was about to open her mouth to voice out her complaints when suddenly—
“Hey. You, you’re one of those fake humans, right?” this was the first time that she heard his voice and somehow, the coldness and harshness it possessed sent chills to her artificial body.
But then—
“What the hell did you just call me? Fake human? For your information I am a dignified Artificial Intelligence named Al—“
She was about to tell him how to address her properly and what her properties as a dignified artificial intelligence when the young beginner rudely interrupted her.
“So yeah, you really are a fake human! That’s great!” the young man said, his face beaming with happiness.
“I told you I’m no fa—“ however, she was not able to retort when suddenly, the man began to ramble to himself.
Despite her capability to decipher most codes and all languages in existence, she cannot, for her own sanity, comprehend much of the man’s ramblings except for a few snippets she was able to hear properly.
“My name is . . . . and . . . I don’t really do this but . . . you should be thankful . . . man of novelty . . . old woman . . . dojo . . . large debt . . . stupid old man . . . and now I truly will swallow my pride and let you, a mere fake human, help me answer this absurdly difficult question.”
The young man finished with his head held high, his hands placed in his side while his eyes were shut closed and a triumphant smile plastered on his face. The posture gave him the appearance of a child waiting to be praised.
“…”
When he didn’t received a reaction, he slowly took a glimpse with one of his eyes and was surprised to see the girl flinching as if she was short-circuiting.
But then again, she really did short-circuited, if only for a moment.
The odd gestures of the man, his strange accent as well as the absurd facts in his words exuded a level of eccentricity so high that her system overheated.
“Are you okay or was my true identity as a noble too much for you?” the young man, whose name the AI didn’t even manage to catch, asked with such a genuine, concerned voice that one would believe his words if it weren’t for the fact that they were too absurd.
‘True identity? A noble? Is he perhaps . . ? Of course! That’s the only logical reason for it!’ upon her realization, the female AI’s eyes widened and then stared at the man in front of him with caution.
‘Now what do I do about this situation? Think Alyssa, think! Oh wait! Yeah! I got it! Now to choose the proper words…’
Feigning a cough, the female AI, Alyssa, offered a smile to the young man in front of him. And then, with as much care in her voice, she said.
“Are you perhaps…mentally challenge? If that is the case, I will call on the assistance committee to—umm sir, are you …sir, please don’t look at me like that! No! Don’t! I will call security! Security! Security! Goddamnit! Why is there no security here of all places?!"
Her choices of words were obviously wrong and as a result, she ended up being chased by a devilishly handsome yet equally scary young man.
“#$%$# #$%$ #$%$! Bwahahahaha!” somehow, she knew he was cursing but what scared her was the fact that she, an AI who knows all existing languages and their equivalent cussing, cannot translate what he was saying.
Translation: (Come back here you woman and let me teach you some manners, Walker style! Bwahahaha!)
"Eyla! Mina! Anybody! Please help meee~~"
“Come back here you XXXX! How dare you address me with such an impudent title! Come back here and I will XXXXX you!"
"No way! No way! Ahhh!"
"I finally got you! Hehehehe. Prepare to be trained, young lady!"
"Mommy~~~!!!"
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Millenniums ago . . .
“Tonight, we will go to war to protect our kins and—hey, what the hell is the meaning of this?!”
“It is as it is, my liege.”
“Goodnight. Brother.”
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
“You traitors! Damn yo…”
Forty years ago . . .
“Where the f*ck am I?”
“$$$! $$$$$$$!” (Translation: Hey you! Who the hell are you and what the f*ck are you doing down here?!)
“I can’t really understand what you said but how dare you impudent human talk to me in such a way?!”
“$$$$$$! $$, $$$$$!!” (Translation: Oh bloody hell! Boys, just go and shoot him!”)
"Hey what's that you're pointing at me? Hey that's annoying! Stop it! I said stop it! That does it! I'm going to bloody murder you all, I swear I will!"
"Boss, he's not affected by our bullet, is he some kind of monster?"
"I don't care, just continue shooting!"
"Boss!"
"Ahhh!"
Thirty five years ago . . .
“Argh! I hate this damned world! I hate these damned place! I hate this damned life! And I definitely hate this goddamned stupid excuse for a body!"
"####! ####! ####!" (Translation: Hey you! Quit yapping! Somebody's trying to nap here!"
"Just kill me now and end this pathetic existence of mi--ow!--who the hell threw that?!"
"####! ####! ###!" (Translation: Serves you just right, you idiotic foreigner! I don't know nor care what your problem is but if you don't shut up, I'll come down there and XXXX you!)
"Sheesh. Stupid, cranky old hags. Well you know what, I bloody hate you to! All of you!"
"####! ####! ####!" (Translation: Oh, so you really are testing my patient, you stupid foreigner! I don't care if you understand me but I'll teach you proper manners, Walker Style!)
“Ahh! How the hell did you do that? No matter, get away from me! Hey! Stop that! Get away from me you smelly old hag!"
"####! #####! #####! ####!" (Translation: I got you now, pretty boy! Bwahahahaha! Now taste the wrath of Lucinda the Magnificent!)
Twenty five years ago . . .
“Yo boya! Let me introduce you to my great friends. This is Maximus Walker, my nephew, Legarda Walker, my ex-husband's illegitimate son and this one here is Fagoro Walker, some stupid old man who I somehow ended up adopting. Now they will be your new masters so treat them with respect."
"Just how old are you--oww!--what was that for?!"
"For asking a stupid question. But anyway, come greet them."
"Good morning Maximum-sensei, Legarda-sensei, Fagoro-sensei."
"Oh, what a polite young lad."
"So he's the foolish vampire you've talked about, I expected someone a bit more . . . promising."
"Yes, for a vampire, he doesn't seem to possess much potential."
"Eh? You told them about--owww!"
"Of course I told them what you are! Besides, what's so good grand about being a leech anyway? Back in my day, I think I managed to slay five of your kind!"
"Oh yeah, I remember that pale-face. Poor guy, we were surprised when he suddenly dissolved into ash after Lucinda-sama used her 8-limbed Mega Strike."
"God have mercy in that poor man's soul."
"What?! You managed to kill a vampire? Is that true? Oww! What was that for?"
"For doubting your master. But anyways, bring us some tea.”
“But master, you promised me that you'll train me today!”
"Oh I did? Well, I guess I forgot. And if you don't bring me that tea I'm asking, I might as well forget all my special techniques."
"Wha?!"
"Now chop-chop and get start brewing!"
“My-my-my, even against a vampire as young as he and your age, you still haven’t lost your touch.”
“As expected of the great conqueror of the underworld. Even vampires cower under her might!”
“Oh Maximus, Legarda, shush it with all your nonsense flattery. You two fully know how I hate blandishments, especially the ones so obvious.”
“#####” (Translation: These people are evil!)
“What’s that, boya?”
“N—nothing ma’am!”
“Thought so.”
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Ten years ago . . .
“B—boya, you’re home! H—how’s work?”
“Nothing I cannot handle. Anyway, I bought you some medicine.”
“Tsk. I don’t need that! It will only weaken me and destabilize my beautiful physique!”
“””Yeah!”””
“What?! I even worked hard to get the money for these stuff! They’re very expensive, you know?! So stop with your excuses and drink these all up!”
"You shouldn't have wasted so much money, besides, my body isn’t trained to digest such a vile chemical.”
“Yup! Real men don’t do well with medicines.”
“That, and our will is enough medicine for us!”
“Besides, if you have time to make us drink that stupid medicine, then you have time to train! Go! Go! G-cough!-o!"
"Are you okay, Lucinda-sama?--ow!"
"Of course I am, you should start worrying about yourself before you start worrying about me, you damned old geezer!"
“Grrr. How did it turn out like this!”
“Is he complaining, Legarda?”
“I think he was, what do you think Fagaro?”
“Oh my! He really is! Hey Lucinda, I think your disciple is complaining. I guess it’s because your training isn’t hard enough. Can we add our own brand of torture—I mean—expertise?”
“Sure. That vampa’s goin’ to have to work extra hard now that death is relentlessly knocking on our doors! Sides’, a few whips won’t kill him. He’s a vampa! A vampa!”
“”””Bwahahahahahahaha!”””
“#######?!” (Translation: How the hell did I end up with such sadists?!)
"Ho-ho-ho, he's using that ancient language of his, I guess we should add more weights, don't you think so?"
"""Yes!"""
Five years ago…
“Stupid hag. Stupid debts. Stupid promise. You’re so bloody stupid, you know that?!”
“Sheesh, boy, stop it. You know she’d be mad if she sees you like this.”
“Get mad?! How can the dead get mad?! The dead can’t do a shit, you know that?! That's why I hate you humans, you all die so quickly!”
“The dead can’t do anything, that much is true, but what’s also true is that you’re disgracing her last will by turning into something she abhorred the most.”
“Besides, she gave you something before she left, didn’t she? She gave you a task, an absurd task, I know, but a task which she entrusted to you, her only heir.”
“Grampa Max I—“
“No need for words, brat. We all understand, don’t we?”
“Sheesh, who do you think I am? Of course I understand!”
“Besides, we won’t be known as the Three Wise Men if we didn’t, Max. Now come here you brat and give your gramps a big, warm, hug!”
“Silly you, I wasn't trying to say sorry. I was--I was--waaaaah! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Waaaaah!"
"Hush-hush, it'll be alright. I'm sure Lucinda-sama is watching all over us while calmly drinking her beloved chamomile."
A year ago . . .
“You old men are so unfair. Going away one by one and making me promise a lot of absurd things I doubt that I could do in this feeble body of mine.”
“But anyways, thanks . . . I guess . . . for everything. Now you guys go have some fun there with granny.”
“Hey, is that man crying?”
“Yeah. I think he is. Poor guy. . .”
“Who the heck do you think is crying you old geezers?!”
“W—well we assumed you were because there were tears falling from your eyes a—“
“They’re not tears! I’m just sweating through my eyes, damn it!”
One week ago . . .
“I know! I know! I’ll pay you already! Here!” a fat man finally surrendered and took out a bundle of cash from his pocket and handed it to the greedy hands of his employee.
“Thank you sir! Nice doing business with you!” the young employee said, counting the money. However, a frown appeared on his face, causing the fat man to sweat bullets.
“Hey sir, if I remembered it clearly, our agreement was that for every hour I work, I’d get $10 and an extra $1 for every extra hour, right?” the dark eyes of the young man glinted sinisterly.
“Why yes, t—that is really the deal,” the pig-like man stuttered, easily yielding to the pressure his employee was exerting.
“Then please kindly recount the money. I mean, I guess it’s fair since I risk my life with every hour I worked in here while you happily munch of your doughnuts, right?” the young man smiled dangerously. The pig-man gulped and nodded his head.
“Yes, yes, it is perfectly fair and justified. Of course I’ll recount your pay,” the man said. However, he didn’t even counted the money and simply took out more bills from his pocket.
Taking out a whole hundred bucks, the obese man added it to the initial roll before handing it back to the greedy young man who he had sorely misjudged.
“Oh wow! What a lovely bonus! Thank you boss! I’ll be sure to work extra harder,” the boy bowed his head before dashing out of the tent.
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“Bwahahaha! That will show him not to mess with Uriel A. Walker!” the young man said as he walked towards his next job. After removing his work clothes, he was now clad in a simple, loose black shirt and a pair of grey jogging pants.
Uriel A. Walker, also known as the money-grubber by those who knew him, laughed merrily as he added a whole hundred bucks to his savings.
Of course, he knew that he was still a long way from paying the debts given to him by his stupid masters but still, a hundred dollars entering his savings meant a whole hundred dollars paid off from his huge debt.
“At this rate, I’ll pay my debts and maybe even become a multi-billion—bah, who am I kidding!” the young man grumbled to himself. Who knew how hard it was to earn money?
Back then, when he was still a noble, all he needed to do was to ask and everything would be given to him, no questions asked.
But trying that now, in this city? Well, Uriel could tell from his own personal experience that doing so would only end up giving more trouble than its worth.
Sighing dejectedly, the young man who was so lost in his thoughts failed to realize that he was already walking to the shadier area of the city, the place where crime is rampant and where most murders are done.
That was, until—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Ow! What the hell?!” Uriel exclaimed in anger as he felt bullets piercing his body. Looking at the source of the bullets, Uriel saw a bunch of men clad in tight fitting penguin suits as well as sunglasses—which totally looked out of place considering the fact that it was still two in the morning.
“Who the heck are you and what the hell are you doing here?” one of the men, who Uriel presumed as the leader, asked him.
‘Wait, isn’t this scene a little bit familiar?’ Uriel thought, trying to recall the last time he heard those words.
“Oh bloody hell! Boys, just go and shoot him!” the man said, commanding his other men to shoot.
‘Now I remember! It’s around the time when I—“ Uriel’s eyes widened as he heard the gun shots echoing. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he mumbled in a whisper.
‘Shit, this is going to be VERY annoying.’
Closing his eyes, Uriel concentrated on the sound of the ammos wheezing through the air.
‘Hmm. Well this is rather easy, none of them know of gun-kata. Left, right, left again and then two side steps at the right,’ Uriel’s thoughts were calm as he began a strange footwork.
But what surprised the men, aside from the strange movements he began to make, was the fact that not only was he dodging all the bullets they fired at him, he was quickly getting closer and closer to them.
“The hell is with this guy! Don’t stop shooting him!”
“””Yes sir!”””
But it was all for naught because no matter how many bullets they fired, none of it managed to reach its target.
“Sir I’m out of ammo!”
“Same here!”
“What?! The f*ck?! Oh wait, sh!t! I’m out of ammo as well!”
Hearing those words were like music to Uriel’s ears.
“Well, since your toys there doesn’t to be working any longer, do you suggest that we could handle this in a civilized ma—“ Uriel was suggest that they just pay him and leave with their limbs intact, but then, a punch rudely interrupted him.
“Gah! We outnumber him twenty to one! Let’s just beat him up boys!”
“””Yes sir!”””
Angered at such blatant disrespect, the last of Uriel’s patience was easily cut off and his eyes, which were once calm the calm black they usually were, began to turn red.
One of the men in black suit was about to use a wooden bat he managed to pick up a few while ago and hit Uriel with it but was stopped by the sheer intensity that Uriel suddenly began to produce.
With a smile more sinister than he usually used to threaten his manipulative bosses, Uriel glanced at the men—kids—before him.
“Twenty disrespectful, foul-mouthed kids without a single spec of manners. Wow, disciplining you guys would be very—very fun.”
Cracking his knuckles, Uriel grabbed the hand of the man who was about to hit him with a bat, and used his elbow to break the arm holding the bat.
Hearing a satisfying crunch followed by a scream of pain, all Uriel could hear in his ears was the beautiful, melancholic tune of carnage.
Surprised at the sudden change of position, all the suited men could do was pray to whoever god there was to protect him from the demon incarnate who was smiling as he broke yet another bone of their brother.
“A monster! A monster!”
"Please save us!"
"Ahhhhhhh!"
As the scream echoes through the streets, the policemen who were out patrolling simply mumbled to themselves.
"Oh, it looks like Uriel managed to snag some more victims."
"Poor souls. I'll be sure to pray for them."
"The Angel of Death had found its new victims, please have mercy to their souls."
At the same time, in a safe distance . . .
“That kid. Is he perhaps her last disciple?”
A middle-aged man in his early forty’s couldn’t help but utter in awe as he watched the beautiful yet familiar footwork the young man did a few moments ago.
“Yes, he really is HER disciple,” he confirmed when the man suddenly began creating a carnage, breaking bones after bones with singe, precise yet ridiculously powerful strikes.
“The last disciple of the 8-Limbed Monster, Arachne,” the man said with a conniving smile. The man took a picture of the fighter before him and messaged it to one of his employees before calling her.
"Athena, come and investigate the address of that man. After that, go and send him our latest game capsule. Yes, of course I know what I am doing."
With the look akin to a madman, the strange onlooker began to laugh sinisterly.
‘Truly interesting. Fufufufufu.’
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Author’s Notes:
After reading through the Prologue, my friend and I decided to just remove it because it revealed too much of our story and seemed to not fit to the storyline. Instead, we decided to post this Chapter. To all those who read the Prologue, well, let’s just pretend not to have read that hehehehe.
Sorry for that stupid mistake >___< Thank you for reading!