"Bring a difference. Bring a change. Bring yourself a new name."
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Skill List:
Kanji (lv0): Aspect of Energy: Electricity, Thermal.
{Skill points: 4}
[Full destructive power limit: Village]
Skills: [1. Infuse/Absorb] [2. Energy travel] [3. Energy trail] [4. Energy bolt] [5. Energy wave]
Inventory: Geographic sphere, mechanical soap, spyware device, tungsten-infused nanotech silver chain, tech tablet (Portal) (Hide, Input, Output, Convert, Compress).
Claire (lv0): Aspect of Creation
Skills: [1. Create (Slots: 5)]
Inventory: Black cloak, crossbow, crossbow bolt (modified with rotatenium), ammo pouch, Fanfics, mechanical soap.
David (lv0): Aspect of Form
{Skill points: 2}
[Range limit: Self]
Skills: [1. Expand (x2)] [2. Spikefacation] [3. Delay (1-10s)] [4. Shieldfacation] [5. Trigger] [6. Transform pattern Wave] [7. Net Transform]
Inventory: Iron bat, AK-47, mechanical soap.
Amelia (lv0): Aspect of Reality
{Skill points: 2}
[Attack type: illusion] [Attack range: x3 field of view]
Skills: [1. Third-person vision] [2. Blurring Mirage] [3. Double] [4. Connect] [5. Vision Swap] [6. Disguise] [7. Flash Mirage]
Inventory: Frying Pan, knife, mechanical soap.
Sarah (lv0): Aspect of Fiction
[Skill access: 1 skill for each item] [Conjured item 1]
Inventory: Mechanical soap, Nezha’s leopard bag (Nezha’s ring).
Noah (lv0): Aspect of Emotion
Skills: [Emotion infusion] (Emotional requirement: High)
Inventory: Gilded axe, mechanical soap.
Diana (lv0): Aspect of Law
{Laws unlocked: Law of Friction} {Limit: Only manipulate small values}
Inventory: Mechanical soap.
Adrian (lv0): Aspect of Knowledge.
{Connected Minds} {Info Extraction} [Limit: half of basic info}]
Inventory: Mechanical soap. rope.
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Present-day Africa.
Once a fragmented and developing continent.
Now, united as a single country with Bamako as its capital, this extraordinary nation has transcended boundaries. Their technology rivals the prowess of both America and Russia, proudly claiming its position as the most powerful country on Earth.
How is it possible for such an astonishing change? Sheer luck? Sheer effort?... Or perhaps both.
It was precisely 35 years ago that hope was conceived, marking the birth of a remarkable journey. At the tender age of merely 18, a young man's dream teetered on the edge of oblivion.
His dream? To witness a resplendent African nation, no longer scorned but regarded as an equal. Motivated not by animosity or envy, but by the looming specter of future wars.
Initially adrift, he grappled with uncertainty, searching for a path toward his audacious aspirations. Yet, one fateful morning, destiny intervened. As he gazed upon the scorching expanse of the Sahara from his humble abode, an enigmatic figure caught his eye.
It was a man— No, an entity defying description, leaving him speechless.
"...Allah?"
The man stood in awe, his mouth agape, a torrent of thoughts rushing through his mind.
Determined to uncover the truth, he embarked on a relentless quest, prepared to persist until his last breath.
Two months passed, his supplies dwindled, and a deceased camel served as a grim reminder of the challenges he faced. Lost on the outskirts of his homeland, hope began to wane, and he resigned himself to an inevitable fate. Weary, he leaned his exhausted frame against the desert sand...
A sharp sensation jolted him from his resigned state. Something had prodded him.
With a surge of adrenaline, he sprang to his feet, his hand instinctively reaching for the fresh wound, feeling the warm flow of blood. Undeterred by the pain, the desperate man propelled himself through the scorching desert sand, relying on his dwindling vision.
Then, a glimmer caught his eye. Red? No... It was orange crystal.
For the first time in two arduous months, a radiant smile graced his face as he carefully tucked the precious object beneath his torn tunic.
However, his time had run its course. Fatigue overwhelmed him, and his eyelids succumbed, his body sinking to the ground. As slumber enveloped his mind, a relentless sandstorm gently buried his resting form.
Time slipped away, and his eyes fluttered open. He found himself back in town, surrounded by a jubilant crowd, their applause echoing in his ears. Tears streamed down his face as he stood tall, his voice resonating with joy.
Yet, his elation stemmed not from the applause or the empathy of his fellow townspeople, but from the knowledge that he had succeeded. He possessed something capable of altering the very destiny of this nation's future.
The power to carry the nation into a new era.
The determined man pursued his studies diligently, earning a coveted opportunity to attend a prestigious university overseas. There, he delved deep into the realm of science, devoting countless hours to unraveling the mysteries of the enigmatic crystal in solitude.
What he discovered both shocked and exhilarated him. The crystal held unimaginable potential, capable of shaping the world in many ways. Yet, a profound sense of existential dread crept over him
The crystal possessed the ability to generate an infinite wellspring of energy.
The very source that built up most of modern civilization and what determined the technological progression for civilizations to come. Just as he had learned from Nikolai Kardashev's work on the Kardashev scale.
The vision of a future brimming with technological advancements fueled his resolve, but he knew that he couldn't achieve it alone. He needed the support of the people.
Through countless experiments and setbacks, he mastered the extraction of energy from the crystal. To fund his secret endeavors, he created a fake electrical company, steadily accumulating wealth while keeping his true intentions hidden.
As his wealth grew, so did his influence. Seizing the opportunity, he ventured into politics, using his newfound power to advocate for a greater African nation. In his inaugural speech, he passionately proclaimed a promise to elevate his country to the same level as America, while maintaining a delicate balance between modernization and tradition.
Many at that time had the same idea as him. So most people believed him and followed him with all their hearts.
Many shared his ideals, and their fervent belief in his vision propelled them to rally behind him. However, skepticism emerged, particularly from Russia and America. They dismissed him as a delusional madman, an insignificant fool.
But they ignored him for far too long.
Unbeknownst to the world, beneath the sun-soaked surface of the Sahara, the man set his grand plan in motion.
Over the next few decades, he clandestinely commanded the construction of a state-of-the-art subterranean city. Utilizing groundbreaking terraforming drills and advanced building drones acquired from Britain, the ambitious project required an astronomical amount of energy. Fortunately, the crystal's hidden power source met this colossal demand. To maintain secrecy, the man cleverly disguised the crystal's existence by camouflaging it with a vast array of solar panels.
Once the city's construction reached completion, he unveiled a groundbreaking invention— a protective force field that enveloped the entire metropolis, shielding it. In a display of ingenuity and engineering prowess, he also commissioned the installation of eight colossal mechanical legs beneath the city's foundations.
30 years of tireless progress had passed, and the city emerged on the outskirts of Mali, steadily advancing toward Bamako.
Perched atop the colossal walking metal vessel, a man brimming with pride raised his voice.
"I am Adda Abara!! TODAY MARKS THE DAY, I CLAIMED BAMAKO AS THE TRUE CAPITAL OF THE NEW UNITED CONTINENT OF AFRICA!!!"
As the walking city settled near the outskirts of the old Bamako, it transformed into the new Bamako, becoming the thriving heart of the nation.
And that ultimately concluded the end of his story.
In the epilogue, the country played a pivotal role in World War 3, emerging as a formidable force that safeguarded Japan. The aftermath of the war saw a deep bond forged between the two nations, leading to the signing of the enduring "Treaty of Two Suns."
Now, amidst this backdrop of newfound peace, a young man stood atop a landing pad, perched on the pinnacle of the city's tallest tower. His presence signaled the beginning of another destiny.
?? "Ok...aha. Ok. I see you. Whew! Glad that meeting's over!"
With a flick of his wrist, the young man looks at his extravagant gold watch.
?? "Time to go pick up my friends."
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In the heart of the vast Sahara, a collective of valiant warriors gradually awaken, their senses revived.
Dave "Shit that's fucking hot! Are we in Africa, bros?!"
|His chat spams the African flag|
Dave cautiously steps forward, his gaze sweeping across the unfamiliar terrain. Sand. Sand. Sand. Portal! Kanji's portal is open!
Dave "Oh come on man! Not again dude..."
Emerging from the shimmering portal, Kanji materializes, clutching something in his hands.
Dave "Oh thank god, bro! Wait, what the hell?!"
Claire "Kaney!! What is that?"
Adrian "Holy smokes! That's one HUGE syringe!!"
Kanji "Everyone calms down! I'm just gonna inject it into the back of your right wrist really quick."
A collective unease fills the air as the warriors instinctively retreat. His gaze, filled with disappointment, locks onto them.
Kanji "Seriously guys! After the things, we saw and did! You're seriously afraid of this."
Diana "Sorry boss. But I'm pretty sure everyone has syrinaphobia."
Sarah Amelia and Noah shake their heads in agreement.
Kanji "It's called trypanophobia. But it's ok! Just close your eyes guys."
Initially hesitant, their instincts war with a glimmer of trust in Kanji. Succumbing to the latter, they tightly shut their eyes. In a swift flurry of movements, Kanji dashes from one friend to another, injecting portal chips into their wrists with precision
"Ouch!"
They screamed in unison, yet their expressions say it wasn't that bad.
Amelia "Anyway, what does this do, lad? Wait... No. Bloody. Way!"
Her gaze fell upon her wrist, and with a flick of her wrist, a black and white holographic panel materialized. It resembled the familiar blue skill windows they all possessed, but this one remained conspicuously blank.
Kanji "Yep. It can be activated by looking at your wrist or by the voice command "Inventory". Also it is neurally linked to your brain so any item you wish to pull out is automatic."
Following Kanji's instructions, they activate their perspective inventory. They gather their belongings and began placing them into the waiting panels.
Gradually, some of the blank spaces fill up, each one now adorned with their possessions.
AN "No fucking way. Portable inventories!"
Dave "Holy shit! Bros this is broken as fuck man. At this point, we feel like we cheating out here dudes."
|his chat spams PepeCD and EZ|
Kanji "Don't get too excited now. This system only allows up to 50 different items to be stored, unfortunately. The amount of materials needed to increase the size is far beyond what I have."
Dave "That sucks man! So... what we do now?"
Kanji lets out a weary sigh, lowering himself to the ground.
Retrieving his phone, he dials a number and waits as it connects.
Kanji "Yo, Azan! Sorry, but are you free? If so, could you come and pick us up? We are somewhere in the middle of Saharah. Like literally. Probably closer to the state of Algeria."
He puts the phone into his back pocket.
Kanji "Guess we have to wait. For now, let's do what we always do. Battle preparations and skill making. Due to "recent events", we gonna need this more than ever."
Dave "Agree dude! But first, Adbro. Yesterday we discuss how we all met Kanji. Now it's your turn bro."
Diana rolls her eyes in frustration and makes a menacing gesture toward Dave. However, before she can unleash her anger, Claire, Noah, and Sarah swiftly intervene, restraining her.
Kanji "Everyone seriously forgot how we met."
Adrian "Do forgive them Kanji. It was quite a while ago, time sure bogs the memory. As for me, I have remembered everything. I met you when I contacted you after your podcast "The Mind and Boredom". Gonna be honest and I'm sorry if this might sound rude. But... that's podcast was pretty bad."
Kanji "Sad, but true. The thing didn't even last one month. Enough of my failures... to save time and end this subject once and for all, I'm just gonna tell you how I met the three remaining members."
Silently, everyone sits down, obediently accepting his command without objection.
Kanji "Ok, so the truth is that each one of them contacted me to form a kind of connection and claimed it was for their "business". Which I found very sketchy, but I accepted them anyway."
Dave "Wait... how did they know you are a big shot 5head scientist bro?"
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Kanji "I guess they somehow knew of my identity but chose to hide it."
Kanji scratches his chin, his brow furrowing as he attempts to unravel how they found out. Despite his efforts, a definitive answer eludes him and so he presses on.
Kanji "Whatever their intentions were, strangely those three feel more like friends than business partners."
Dave "Well. We just need to ask him, bro. Also weren't they like only teenagers at the time, bro?"
Kanji "Yes, I met all three of them online subsequently. Around ten months after meeting Claire. Wait... scratch that! One of them, I just met one month after meeting Claire."
His gaze shifts to Claire, and they both smile.
Sarah "Umm...sorry to interrupt but...."
She approaches Amelia, who blushes as Sarah playfully begins to poke her boobs.
Amelia "Sa-Sa-Sarah!! What are you doing, lass?!"
Sarah "Just checking if you still have your rose gold armor."
Amelia "You should have just asked! And no, for some reason after the armor was hit, it disappeared."
Kanji "That's odd because the bandages and the soaps Claire gave us didn't disappear. It is okay to assume that combat-related items separated from Claire will vanquish after one use. AN? Any input?"
AN " Oh right! Forgot about that. Sorry guys! Perhaps maybe in later levels, the items won't disappear. I don't know, at this point, I feel like I'm useless."
Claire "Oh, AN! Don't say that! You helped us more than enough. You are NOT useless."
Diana "True, you are a valuable member of our group! But shit, giving everyone permanent armor would have been very useful."
Claire "Yeah I agree."
Kanji claps his hands, prompting everyone to line up.
Kanji "Everyone! Except for Sarah Diana and Noah! Use up all your skill points. And Claire, you can create some utility items or tools. And Adrian tells us about your powers."
Adrian nods, signaling his readiness to share his account of the previous day's conflict from his perspective. With clear and concise words, he begins to recount the events that unfolded on his end.
Kanji "I see telepathy between just all of us is quite useful. We don't need to send messages through AN anymore as long as we stick together. However, the part where we have to talk to relay a message back can be a bit tedious."
Diana "Wow, Adrian. Glad to see you're still a wimp, look at your body posture. This power suits you perfectly. AHAHAHA."
Dave "Yo! Gorilla! Leave my bro alone, man."
Claire "Yeah! That was quite mean."
Adrian "It's ok guys. We are just being ourselves. I didn't mind it that much actually. I think we should start though."
Kanji "You all heard him. Now, go off!"
Kanji distances himself from the group, his mind buzzing with the prospect of forging new skills. Focusing his thoughts and channeling his energy, he envisions an empty right hand transforming into a formidable blade.
As he concentrates, waves of immense energy surge forth, converging and coalescing into a magnificent electric blade that materializes within his right hand, crackling with raw power.
Kanji [6. Energy blade]
Kanji raises his other hand, picturing a protective force field surrounding him.
Once again, bursts of electrifying energy emerge, but this time they swiftly orbit and rotate around him, forming a dynamic barrier of electricity.
Kanji [7. Energy shield]
Looking down, he recognizes the disappearance of his blade. Kanji rises to his feet, contemplating a solution. A sudden idea sparks within him.
Summoning additional bursts of energy, he draws them into his chest, commanding the energy to disperse. One stream travels to his right hand, revitalizing his blade, while the other journeys to his left hand, reinforcing his shield.
Both the shield and blade are now reactivated.
Kanji [8. Energy dual conduit]
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, Kanji collapses, his body succumbing to the strain of his previous endeavors. As he lies there, he notices a small cut on his arm, a reminder of his earlier experimentation within the portal.
At that moment, a new idea takes hold of his thoughts. The word "Regeneration" resonates within his mind, not just as a means to restore energy, but to heal wounds. Placing his hand on the scorching sand, he taps into its searing heat, absorbing the energy. Sensing droplets of newfound power entering his being, his focus narrows on the cut.
Miraculously, he witnesses the wound closing.
Kanji [9. Healing Energy]
Witnessing Kanji's remarkable performance, Diana, Noah, and Sarah are filled with awe and admiration as they clap.
Diana "Good job boss! Those were some flashy moves."
Kanji "Thank you. But shouldn't you guys like practice your powers?"
Sarah "Me and Noah already did that while you were in the portal earlier. Let's just say my aim is a lot better."
Noah "And my defense is.... tougher." "Holy shit! She was trying to hurt me with that ring! Good thing my fear blocked them. I still love her though."
Kanji "I see, so what about you Diana."
Diana "Boss, honestly. I'm fucking lost. The hell is friction?"
Kanji "The easiest way to explain it is that it is the resistance that one object or surface meets when moving over another. One example would be dragging behind a bag full of metal junk which is slow and heavy. If there is no friction, the bag would just slide along the ground."
Diana "Ah!...I didn't get the first part. But the second, I sorta get! So I either increase this "friction" to slow the enemy or decrease this "friction" to speed up the enemy. I wonder if I can use the second idea to speed up comrades as well."
Kanji "Why don't you try it out? We are going to group up with the others anyway. But you should instead increase the friction as it would be quite useful here, walking on sand can be rather tedious."
Diana "Yes! Boss!"
With a resolute stomp of her foot, Diana unleashes a wave of law that courses through the ground. As the wave ripples beneath their feet, the once stubborn sand becomes more pliant, making their path easier to walk upon.
Together, the group sets off, moving towards Claire, who carries an assortment of tools with her.
Cl "Oh, perfect! You guys are here! One for you. One for you. One for you. One for you. And one for me!"
She handed Diana a pickaxe, Kanji night vision goggles, Sarah a shovel, Noah a sharpening stone, and gave herself a spyglass.
Sarah "I understand why the others got what they got. But.... why did I get a shovel?"
Claire "I assume you like burying bodies, Sarah."
Sarah "True dat! Sister! Thank you for the gift."
Kanji "Have you seen Adrian? Is he with Dave and Amelia?"
Claire " Yeah. Apparently, they needed an audience for their training. Those silly geese!"
The group ventures toward where Dave and Amelia's location.
To their astonishment, the group discovers that Dave and Amelia are locked in a thrilling duel.
Amelia brandishes a knife in one hand and a frying pan in the other, ready to strike at Dave. However, her attacks prove sluggish, and Dave effortlessly dodges her every move, as if toying with her.
Spotting an opening, Dave swiftly trips Amelia, causing her to fall flat on her face. Just as he's about to taunt her—
Bang!
Dave "Yo, the fuck was that! Dude not cool! That pan fucking hurts!"
Amelia "Well, you should've been more cautious, love."
What she did was a false movement. She created an illusory clone, leading him into tripping her fake. Amelia manipulated his sense of touch, making him believe he kicked a solid leg.
Amelia [8. False movement] [9. False Touch]
Adrian "Wow, that was quite a performance...I think. All I saw was Dave kicking the air and then staring at the ground while Amelia snuck up behind him." "This could be a funny comedy script."
Dave "She just used her illusions! But now it's my turn!"
With weapons raised, she assumes a defensive stance, blurring into an elusive figure.
Dave's bat stretches and elongates into a menacing whip adorned with a formidable array of sharp spikes.
Dave [8. Whip transform]
Amelia "Urrr...honey. Pumpkin. What a-are you doing?!"
Silent and relentless, he lunges forward with blinding speed, closing the distance between them. However, her hands move with astonishing swiftness, successfully intercepting his oncoming assault.
Something's wrong.
Her gaze fixes upon his whip, witnessing it bend and curves around her own weapons. She instinctively attempts to retreat and free herself, but her reaction is too late. In a swift and calculated motion, the whip seamlessly transforms into a net, ensnaring her body within its tight mass.
Dave [9. Bend around]
Amelia "Ok! Ok! We can call it fair play."
Dave "Since when are you like this? A lot more feisty than usual."
Amelia "Who knows? Maybe experiencing near-death changes a person. Now tell me. Am I closer to Amber now?"
Dave draws his bat nearer, bringing the two dangerously close to kissing distance.
Dave "Still a bit far. But good progress."
Just as they prepare to lean in for a kiss, they become aware of the watchful gazes around them.
In a swift motion, Dave releases his bat from her, and both of them turn their attention.
Dave "Yo! You all like that shit."
Kanji "Those are some interesting abilities, you came up with. That last part was also quite "interesting". Just a warning though, don't go too far. We wouldn't want to babysit a kid in the middle of our journey."
Dave "Yeah. Sorry, our bad, bro! Anyway, bro where's your chain?"
Diana "That's right! Where is your chain, boss?! We haven't seen it since yesterday."
Kanji "Sorry to tell everyone this. But It is currently going through a kind of modification. I didn't expect it to take this long, however—
?? "Hello, my friends!"
Caught off guard by the unexpected voice, the group quickly disperses, their eyes scanning the surroundings in search of the source.
?? "I'm up here!"
Their gazes instinctively shift upward, their eyes widening in amazement as they behold a supersized military helicopter soaring high in the sky, well beyond their reach.
A ladder descends from the helicopter.
Kanji "Well, this sure brings back some interesting memories. Personally."
One by one, the warriors ascend the ladder, their uncertainty growing as they step into the awaiting vehicle. Inside, their eyes fall upon a remarkably handsome young man, impeccably dressed in a tuxedo, his polished shoes gleaming. He is clutching a mysterious metal suitcase with an air of intrigue and sophistication.
Sarah "Is that you Azan?!"
Azan "Correct. Nice to finally greet everyone in person."
Diana "Still as a businessman like as always, huh."
As the helicopter sets off towards Bamako, a lively conversation sparks within the group.
Dave "Ok, I'll be real now. Azan, bro. How the fuck did you know Kanji is a big shot?!"
Azan "Right to the point I see, David. I learned about him in my dreams. Three images to be exact. One about us lying on the floor unconscious in a throne room. One showed a giant salamander-looking creature, its appearance was blurry. And lastly, one that directly showed all information about Kanji. This was long before I met him and from that time I knew I had to contact and befriend him."
Kanji "Now it all makes sense! The wielder's dreams. We haven't discus-
Azan "Hold! Before that, let's make an even trade. Now you answer my question! I thought that you were just gathering everyone for vacation. My guess was wrong, seeing everyone here is... armed. I believe that there is a bigger story."
The group nods and shares their entire story with Azan. Listening intently, he becomes skeptical and requests some proof. Just then, Kanji reveals their disguises, showcasing the altered body parts.
Internally, Azan experiences a twinge of disbelief, but he manages to maintain his cool.
Azan "Ok, you can hide them back now. This is enough proof. You guys can discuss the dreams thing. I... I need a moment to think about this."
Kanji swiftly conceals the group's augmented parts and initiates a fresh conversation.
Kanji "Ok guys. While Azan going over his thoughts, we still need to know about everyone's dreams. It could help us a lot."
Dave "Me, Adbro, and Cla' bro have already told everyone our dreams. So it is now for Zakovov, Sas, Amby, and Nobro's turn."
Amelia "I suppose, I should lead first. My dreams are.... my dreams are... I can't remember!"
Dave "Amy. What's wrong bro?! You lost it somehow."
Amelia "I don't know! All I know now is that I used to have a few clear dreams about some event. But something happened. I think it happened when I was unconscious."
Kanji "Was it yesterday or.... no it can't be!"
Dave "Lord Kin. That bastard, He must have done something to Amby to make sure we go through his stupid so-called "desired path"!"
|His chat spams Madge|
Kanji "There is no use complaining about it. He is beyond our power. Let's just move on."
Dave and Amelia sit in silence, consumed by feelings of defeat and powerlessness. Sensing their distress, Claire approaches them intending to lift their spirits.
Sarah ".... ok. Is it okay for me to tell now or... this isn't a good time?"
Diana "Nah, it's alright! Those two will calm down. You can go ahead, then me, and then Noah."
Noah "She's right." "Sounds good to me."
Sarah "Alright, here I go. My dreams were just one scenario. It's me as a kid going through a book filled with weird alien-like creatures which may have sparked my interest in eldritch things. And yes, I did find the book when I was a kid lol."
Diana "Ok, thank you for that, Sarah. I'm glad you're becoming more talkative unlike Noah here."
Noah "Yo, not cool...this is a choice of lifestyle." "Diana. I wish I could talk more. But I'm stuck being you know... me."
Diana "Annnywaaays. My turn. Two images as well. One shows a weird fucking elephant made out of gas and the other shows a pair of weird gloves or gauntlets? I don't know."
AN "Wait, were the gauntlets or gloves old or ancient?"
Diana "It was blurry as fuck! Like I can tell!"
AN "Hmmm, then it could be any kind of important gauntlets. Just hope it isn't the one in the center of the universe. Otherwise, we would have a lot more trouble."
Noah "..yeah no shit. Welp, my turn now. It is a scenario about all eleven of us.... like swimming near a waterfall. Such useless info." "No, that scenery is actually very sweet and wholesome."
Kanji "Ok, great input you guys! After hearing all of this, I can conclude a couple of things. First, let's talk about the aspect types which are passive and active. I can say that Dave, Diana, Azan, and I are active aspects. For the passive aspects, it would be Claire, Noah, Sarah, and Adrian. Knowing that the last two somehow contacted me first, I can assume that they got my info the same way Azan did. So we can put them as the remaining active aspects making 6 in total. This makes Amelia and the Aspect of Fate, passive aspects."
Sarah "Hold on! Noah is a passive aspect? That doesn't seem right... then again his power needs him to grow emotions which he lacks. BUT that doesn't mean that lacking is a bad thing."
Noah "Thanks." "But ouch tho."
Kanji "There's nothing we can do about it, Sarah. Now that this is done. So Azan are you going to-
Azan "No."
Kanji "I'm sorry. No? No for what?"
Azan "I'm sorry. I'm not coming with you guys."
Rendered speechless, they found themselves utterly frozen by his words.
Dave "What the fuck ma-
Kanji intercepts Dave, redirecting the focus towards Azan.
Kanji "There must be a serious reason. Right?"
Azan " Yes. You see this."
As the helicopter gradually descends towards an open landing pad atop the tallest tower in the city, Azan gestures towards the bustling urban landscape below.
Azan "It is my father's legacy and dream. He is a man I truly admire but one day he may pass away. By going with you, there is a chance that legacy won't live further nor will this entire continent whose legs are carried around by his very life and presence."
Kanji "I see. Well, I did say that going with us is optional and I respect your choice."
Azan "I'm glad you're ok with this, you are a true friend. Now may you all excuse me, I have some matters to attend to. Have fun sightseeing around the city. We can catch up and have fun later. Adios!"
He uttered, stepping out of the vehicle onto the landing platform. The rest of the group exits the helicopter as well, but instead of following him, they remain near the aircraft, their spirits slightly deflated, sitting in silence.
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Meanwhile, at approximately the same time.
"HAVE YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID?! GENERAL KARLAC!!"
KARNAT "My Liege! I am so sorry. But may I ask what I did? Exactly?"
Frustrated, she facepalms and retrieves an id featuring a photograph of a young girl. She looks familiar...
KARNAT "Wait. Isn't she the special major from yesterday?! It was M116 if I recalled."
"YES! AND SHE IS VERY IMPORTANT! LOOK AT HER NAME!"
Hesitant, Karnat directs his gaze towards the nameplate, his eyes fixating on the engraved letters that spell out "Azora Calsion".
KARNAT "Tha-that name is-
"That's she is the cult leader's daughter!!! Her identity is meant to be hidden by putting her with The Majors! I thought I told YOU to not let her join the battle!"
Karnat scans his surroundings, turning his head to the left and then to the right. To his dismay, he finds himself alone, with every soldier having already left the area.
KARNAT "THOSE MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLES! THEY DARE TO NOT TELL ME AND LEFT ME BEHIND! I SWEAR AFTER THIS IS OVER! SOMEONE'S HEAD IS COMING OFF!!!"
KARNAT "I have nothing to say, your majesty. I'm sorry."
"You know "sorry" ain't gonna cut it. So I withdrawing the majors from your forces. AND I'll be expecting you to achieve something good today. Cause If you don't, you're not going like what happens next! Any problem with that?!"
KARNAT "N-No. No, I don't think so." "FUCK. WHAT I'M GONNA DO NOW!"
"Good."
Transmission ends.
Lying on the floor, the general's expression is one of helplessness. His mind races, desperately searching for the next course of action.
KARNAT "Damn it! I got a plan set up and everything with those majors! And I can't even send soldiers into that city seeing how secure it is! What now?! What do I do?!"
He opens a viewing panel and catches sight of the tuxedo-clad human breaking away from the group. Intrigued by his actions, Karnat shifts his focus towards him.
Following a lengthy walk through an unending corridor from the landing platform, Karnat observes the human entering a door on the left, labeled "Head Office".
Inside, he witnesses the tuxedo-wearing human and an older individual engage in a face-to-face conversation.
Something catches his attention.
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Azan "Hello, father. Do you need me?"
Ada "Have a seat, my son."
Azan takes a seat and finds his father placing a cup of tea before him.
Azan "Seeing you being quite courteous. That means there's something important your want to tell me."
Ada "That's my boy! I'll be quick to the chase! Here, have this and protect it with your life."
The room's atmosphere undergoes a shift. Azan's gaze lands on the object his father is presenting to him. Instantly, he recognizes its significance, realizing the immense weight of responsibility that now rests upon his shoulders. Overwhelmed with nervousness, Azan hesitates to accept it, but summoning every ounce of courage within him, he manages to pry it from his father's hand.
Azan "I will father!"
Ada "Good. You can leave now and speak of this to no one. Spies are everywhere these days."
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KARNAT "That crystal. My knife. I feel.... strange. I...I...I NEED IT!!!"
With a forceful slam on his watch, Karnat activates a teleportation mechanism, instantly appearing behind Azan shortly after he exits the room. Swiftly, Karnat attempts to deliver a powerful blow to the back of Azan's head. But Azan displays impressive reflexes, evading the attack just in the nick of time.
Azan "For a spy, You sure are pretty brave..."
Azan glances towards Karnat's attire.
Azan "...and have a way with cosplaying. Who are you?!"
KARNAT "A spy. A HUMAN SPY. DON'T COMPARE ME TO YOU FILTHY HUMANS! I'M THE THIRD GENERAL OF THE EMPIRE. JUST HAND OVER THAT CRYSTAL!"
Azan "...I see now. So instead of fighting the awakened wielders, you chose to fight a normal civilian. A cowardly move."
KARNAT "THE FUCK YOU SAY!!!"
Karnat lunges forward, delivering a rapid series of three punches aimed at Azan's neck, chest, and stomach. However, to his surprise, each strike seems to encounter an impenetrable barrier, as if he had struck a solid wall of steel. Sensing the futility of his attacks, Karnat swiftly backs out.
KARNAT "You're a modified human! CIVILIAN MY ASS!"
Azan "That's right! Courtesy of Gwentec biological augmentation technology. This way I won't be just some helpless prince of this country. Now, it's my turn!"
The general sees Azan's muscles rapidly swell to three times their original size. Instinctively, Karnat pulls out his knife, preparing himself for a counter-attack.
KARNAT "Uck-" /// Azan "Argh-"
Azan's powerful punch landed squarely on Karnat's stomach, shattering his exoskeleton and causing severe damage to his internal organs. In the midst of the exchange, Karnat's knife found its mark, leaving a deep and significant gash across Azan's chest
Despite the intense pain coursing through their bodies, both fighters muster their resilience and rise back to their feet.
One last move. The two fighters ready themselves.
As Azan winds up for another punch, Karnat seizes the opportunity and strikes first, swiftly driving his knife into Azan's right shoulder.
KARNAT "SHIT! IT'S TOO SHALLOW!"
Locked in a moment of an impending impact, Karnat's mind races with a stroke of luck and a daring idea.
Clutching tightly onto his knife, he harnesses his strength and propels himself upward, skillfully evading Azan's incoming punch.
Seizing the opportunity, Karnat swiftly seizes Azan's head, forcefully smashing it against his own repeatedly, blow after blow. Again. AGAIN. AGAIN.
Both combatants are left battered and bleeding.
Azan "I. won't. l-let. y-you. t-take...."
Collapsing to the floor, Azan lies defeated, while Karnat's face contorts into a victorious smile. However, his triumph is short-lived as the sound of approaching footsteps reaches his ears. His mind spins with dizziness as he approaches Azan, his movements growing unsteady.
Karnat reaches into Azan's pocket and retrieves the crystal. Holding it in his hand, he casts one final gaze upon Azan.
KARNAT "Just be glad, you're not my target. Human."
With no further course of action, Karnat activates his watch, warping his body back to his spaceship, leaving Azan's wounded form to bleed out on the floor.
The passing of several hours finds Azan unconscious, now lying on a medical bed. Worried, his father remains at his side.
And just like that, Azan's eyes flutter open.
Ada "Son! You're okay!"
Azan "D-Dad?..."
Unable to meet his father's gaze, Azan feels a deep sense of failure weighing upon him. He has failed him and on the first day no less.
Azan "...I'm sorry but I have to go!!"
Azan swiftly propels himself out of bed and rushes out of the room, moving at full speed. With a singular focus, he makes a beeline toward the landing platform.
Kanji "Guys. Let's give up. He made up his mind."
The group solemnly nods their heads in agreement and proceeds to climb back into the helicopter.
But... their departure is interrupted by the resounding echoes of shouting emanating from the corridor.
They turn their heads to witness Azan's arrival, his suit slightly scratched. Kanji descends from the helicopter to approach him.
Kanji "Here to say your goodbyes."
Azan "No... I'm in!"
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Within the confines of his spaceship, Karnat operates the communication system, dialing a transmission to reach the Empress. His fingers move with excitement as he establishes the connection.
"WHAT IS IT THIS TIME?! DID YOU FAIL AGAIN?!"
KARNAT "On the contrary my empress! I brought this!"
"THIS... this... this is quite an unexpected catch. Just where did you?... No, I shouldn't bother you more than this. I shouldn't have treated you so badly."
KARNAT "You're too kind your majesty! I'm just a humble servant!"
"No, I'm serious. With this, our victory is already guaranteed even if you screw up anything further. But you don't need to know more about this. Proceed to put the crystal in the transporter capsule."
Sporting a smile, Karnat walks cheerfully towards the capsule, intending to place the crystal inside. But... this crystal.
The crystal exudes a peculiar aura, evoking a strange and unexplainable connection within him. Despite this, his inner conflict intensifies as his body hesitates to release its grip, while his mind and loyalty compel him to let go.
He places it in... His smile is no longer visible.
"Good work General Karlac. Have a rest. Oh, and you'll be glad to know that your access to majors is now back and you can even request one if not all of the "Executioners". "
The transmission comes to an end.
Karnat finds himself curled up on the floor, devoid of any sense of satisfaction from his victory. Instead, an overwhelming feeling of loss engulfs him, as if a crucial part of his being has been stripped away.
A mix of betrayal and abandonment floods his emotions, leaving Karnat in a state of despair. Confusion and helplessness engulf him, leading to tears streaming down his face, unsure of what to do or where to turn. It is too much and so he falls unconscious.