From her place atop the tallest building in all the city, Amelia Laflamme observed the rain falling beyond the horizon. Londorus seemed to be covered in a gray, cold, and indifferent mantle. A super wet mantle.
Sitting at the edge of the rooftop, she then looked down at the street, having a view of her hair and the fabric of her dress forcibly stuck to her chest, but she did not mind. She needed all that coldness to feel something. Anything…
She swallowed saliva, tasting it bitter. In less than a minute, she had ignored three social notifications from her ex-guild partners. Three… More than I expected.
The first was a call from Karen Svensson, who was quickly ignored as soon as it popped up. She surely wants to brag about the great job she did. Yes… Your new ‘Master’ will surely be proud. Go to her side while wagging your tail, come on.
The other two messages were from William The Stoic and Marco Souza, making the same question: ‘Where are you?’ The difference between the two was that William’s message started by calling her beautiful, and Marco’s text was more demanding.
I should do this sooner than later.
She opened her User Interface, and selected William and Karen’s names from her Friend List and tapped ‘block’. Only Marco Souza’s name remained. She could picture his squinting look, daring her to continue. She wanted to ask him if stealing from the Shooting Star’s vault was his idea, but last night’s remarks had already given her the answer.
“This is all strategic—These stopped being quarrels between rival groups, these are private companies now.”
Well, my former ‘Lord’, my sister is still in that guild you fucked…
After glancing at Marissa’s name and her current ‘Offline’ status, she tapped Marco’s and removed him from the list. She sighed as if a load had been freed from her shoulders and pointed her face upwards to receive the chilly rain directly.
There was another task she had to complete. One even more excruciating than distancing herself from her old... companions.
With slow, deliberate fingers, she navigated her User Interface until she found the ‘Report’ button. A virtual window appeared, asking if she had witnessed a crime. She selected ‘Yes’. Immediately, another form popped up, prompting her to provide details. A white, blinking cursor waited for her to start typing.
Better do this now before I change my fucking mind.
She began to write, "I confess to participating in acts of torture by exploiting a system exploit. By abusing the Quick Respawn feature in my former guild's Training Room, we bypassed the ABB detector, allowing us to repeatedly kill and harass a young man a Level 5 User. I burned him to ash, crushed his heart, beheaded him, beat him into a pulp. All to--"
She paused, staring at the blinking cursor. It seemed to dare her to continue. The words were cold, detached, just as she needed them to be. Any excuse would feel hollow.
"...all to break him. To make him feel even more powerless. Every scream, every whimper, I ignored it all. I did it knowing full well what I was doing. No one ordered me to. I wanted him to suffer, and I made sure he did. Over and over again."
Her chest tightened as she forced herself to press on.
"I didn't stop. I didn't want to. Even when others were disgusted by my actions, I kept going. I enjoyed it."
Because it would be a lie to attribute it all to Marco’s cause…
She gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to scream. Was this necessary? Did she really need to write all that?
She hovered over the ‘Cancel’ button, ready to forget the whole thing, but something deep inside her refused to take the easy way out.
My father didn’t raise a coward...
"Just punish me already," she wrote at the end, hitting ‘Send’ with a groan.
I just fucking don’t care anymore.
The response was immediate, catching her off guard. A notification blinked in her field of vision. A message from the system itself. It was so abrupt, so fast, that she felt detached from it for long moments.
Fuck it, she thought, tapping on it to read her punishment. Her judgment.
System Notification: Disciplinary Action
Upon review of your report, you have been found guilty of violating user conduct by exploiting system mechanics for malicious actions. As a result, the following penalties have been applied to your account:
* A 7-day restriction from using any Epic-grade or higher equipment.
* A 7-day gold freeze, during which you are unable to gain or collect any gold.
* A fine of 200,000 gold, automatically deducted from your account balance.
This decision is final and cannot be appealed. Please ensure your future actions remain in compliance with the community guidelines.
“That’s it?” she sneered bitterly before standing up and shouting at the virtual window hovering in front of her. “You have to be kidding me, right?! This can’t be all! Because this sounds so…”
As the rain continued pouring down indifferently, a soft humming noise rose behind her, but she paid it little mind. What she was sure of was that she was being stared at and judged again. That only made her snicker.
“What do you want now, Belphy? I know this isn’t enough for you either. Of course not! But you’ll have to eat it up, because that’s who I am! Oh yes, I wanted all of this to happen. Sure, why not?! I wake up every morning, eager to screw up someone else's life! That’s ME, every single day! This whole situation is so amusing that I can't stop laughing! Ha-Ha-HA!"
“That sounds like an interesting story. Why don’t you tell me more about it, dear?”
What in hell?
Amelia turned around to find a girl dressed in old-fashioned Victorian style. A large black hat covered her gaze, revealing only a red-painted smirk. Her sleeved, lace dress looked so delicate that Amelia thought it had been modeled by hand, inch by inch, instead of automatically rendered by the system. Her elegant posture, holding her chin and crossing her legs, told Amelia everything she needed to know about this young girl.
It’s as if I’m watching a more refined and mature version of Kathleen Maher. What I’m certain of is that staring at her feels the same as looking at my Belphy.
If Amelia focused, she could see dozens of droplets of water passing through the stranger’s hat. It was as though she was there and not at the same time.
The girl opened a system window at her side and snickered at it. “I can’t remember the last time someone filled out a manual report since the ABB was implemented. Ah, who am I kidding? All of those white turds, role-playing as Paladins and Clerics, do it all the time and get ignored as soon as they arrive in my inbox. Like, obviously! I don’t want to hear about how they disowned their self-imposed vows anymore. ‘Oh, I took a liking to receiving rewards for my services, please forgive me, oh Sage of Conduct.’ ‘Ah, I accidentally broke my solitude vow by glancing at the Navinet once, so please punish me, Sage!’ And then there’s my favorite: ‘I was just trying to help a friend, and we ended up in bed. Can you overlook my small transgression? It wasn’t my intention to—It’s the uniform! I sweaaar~’” She rolled her eyes, scrolling through the messages. “Every single one reads like a script. Except yours. It was such a fun read that I had to see who wrote this gem in person.”
This girl can’t be... The Moderator of Conduct, can she? But why would she…? Amelia bit her lower lip. No. This is fine. This is just what I wanted.
Amelia took a deep breath before speaking in a soft tone. “That’s right. I filed that report. Everything in there is true.”
The girl hummed while waving her User Interface out of sight. “You already received your punishment. Three penalties, to be precise. What more do you want? A public flogging downtown?”
“Please, ma’am!” Amelia took two steps forward, forming fists. “I need this.”
In the blink of an eye, the mysterious girl had disappeared, but Amelia felt her incorporeal presence closer than ever, followed by a whisper in her ear. “And what do you plan to do about it? Are you going to flagellate yourself for a whole year until you stop feeling this juicy guilt, hmm? Instead of bashing your head against the wall, why don’t you start thinking about what you can do to make amends?”
“That goes without saying, but you agree that the automatic penalties are not enough, don’t you?” Amelia asked calmly. “That’s why you even bothered coming here.”
“Ah, don’t overthink it, sweetie. I just happened to be bored.” Amelia felt a hand pressing down on her shoulder. “But you’re right,” the stranger continued. “It’s not enough. So now that I’m here, you’re in for a trip.”
An explosion was heard in the distance. Frowning, Amelia searched for the source until she saw another blazing light, followed by a burst of flames, two miles away. Lancesmith bridge is in that direction, but... No... It can’t be. It must be just a coincidence. Unless...
Amelia imagined a vivid scene involving the real Astrid confronting Karen after discovering what was going on. But not even that monstrous woman could cause such destruction... at least not inside a Safe City.
That little distraction made her forget who she was dealing with, but searching for that girl in all directions was futile.
A system message popped up soon after.
- Warning -
The following debuff have been applied: Double pain while taking damage.
- Warning -
Your Pain Endurance passive skill has been nullified.
Timer remaining: 5 months, 23 hours, 59 minutes.
Knock yourself out with this, dear. XOXO.
Amelia read the message with an expression of disbelief on her face before bursting out laughing. “So this is what playing with the devil is like, huh? So be it!”
Another explosion in the distance caught her attention and this time, her mind forced her to recall what a certain annoying guy had said the day before:
'This is a serious issue! The integrity of this ship and its population is at risk!'
An exasperating anxiety hit every inch of her body, especially now that she bore the marks of shame on her account. One part of her urged her to leave Londorus behind and never look back, while the other echoed the last words that girl had told her.
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“Fine. You win. But if this ends up being bullshit, I'll show you hell..."
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The humongous dragon crawled towards the city. Its height rivaled the city’s skyscrapers when it stretched out its long necks. While making its way out of the river, it crushed a yacht with one foot and leveled a mansion with its fat, round body.
The white head fired an incandescent beam that melted anything in a straight trajectory, and the black one emitted a chilling cry that created seemingly controlled black holes that consumed everything in a 100-feet radius, before imploding and blinking out of existence.
If left unattended, Londorus would cease to exist in a matter of minutes. Realizing it prompted Alan to draw his bronze-tier sword. “Stop that thing, NOW!” he yelled, threatening the girl in black.
She turned to him, calmly. “Put that thing away before you poke someone’s eyes.”
“Only yours! Why would you bring that thing here?! This is not a dungeon nor a battlefield!”
“Is it full of ‘civilians’? Is that what you’re trying to say?” she asked in a monotone voice.
“Y-YES! Most of the people living here aren’t members of a guild! You’re practically attacking innocent people!”
Although it was impossible to see her expression, Alan was sure that the young woman was glaring at him. “You’re not making any sense, Alan Warden,” she said, turning her voice deeper. “So is it okay to kill people as long as they have a weapon in hand? Do you think chivalry has its place in war?”
She snickered, deviating her gaze toward her monster in the distance, giving Alan the opportunity to check his feet. The shadow bounding me has disappeared.
He then tightened his grip on his sword’s hilt. Even if I know it’ll be impossible, I’d later feel 100 times worse if I never tried!
He charged against the unsuspecting girl and swung his sword, going for her neck. “You asked for it!”
The blade passed through, but it felt null as if he had cut the air. The weight of his weapon after drawing a long curve almost threw him off balance. What happened just now?!
He glanced back, finding the girl’s head still attached. Did I miss? N-no, I don’t think so. Or maybe she moved so fast that I didn’t notice, like in those animes! Can people do that here?! …C-Cool?
“What were you trying to do, Little Mouse?” she asked, smirking. “Doesn’t matter. I promised you a front-row seat, right? What are we waiting for, then?”
She stretched out her hand again, ready to bring another abomination into the city, but when the summoned creature materialized, it was smaller. Her Mount had the head and the glossy wings of a crow and the body of a black slim mare.
“Seats ready! Hop up, Little--” She beamed, but when she turned around, looking for him, he had gone. “Of course he’ll escape,” she said to herself, sighing until she saw him crossing Lancesmith Bridge at full speed. “Is he going after my adorable Draquinox?” She chuckled. “Seriously? Well, I don’t want to miss the show…”
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Oscar Mills was not in a good mood. Maybe Dillan was right, and this is all my fault. If I hadn’t brought Alan Warden here… No, no, no… I was the one that said that this was a long time coming… But do I really believe that, or am I just lying to myself?
He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his flying cat’s reins. I even had to swear to Astrid herself that I didn’t know what Marco was planning. I never felt so embarrassed in my whole life… I swear, if I ever see Marco Souza’s face again, I’ll fucking--What the…? Is that what I’m looking for?
As his chubby cat soared in the sky, Oscar could see the two-headed dragon wreaking havoc from a mile away. “Call Tamara,” he made a voice command and his User Interface automatically opened an Audio Chat window.
(Did you find it?) she asked right away.
(Yes, and judging by its size and destructive power, it must be a Superior Summon.)
(Oscar, that’d be impossible.)
(Well, let’s review the facts, shall we? I estimate that it’s 200 feet tall, and its Potential… Umm… By looking at the ease with which it destroyed the entirety of Newsingtown in less than a minute, I’d say it’s Gold B rank. A City Destroyer. What do we call those again?)
(Oscar! Londorus’ Safe Zone limits our mana capacity to the point that we wouldn’t be able to summon anything bigger than a car!)
(Well, say that to this big fella.)
Tamara let out an exasperated grunt. (F-F-Fuck! Okay, okay, where is it going now?)
Did she curse just now? Oscar thought, chuckling. She must be super frustrated. He gave another glance to the beast. I correct myself. Who wouldn’t? This is really unprecedented.
(It’s about to reach Westmonster,) Oscar informed. (Hey, maybe it’s going after the Big Beth. Monsters of this size love destroying monuments, right? Like in those movies Helen likes.)
(Don’t even joke about it! I-I’m on my way! Distract it with whatever means necessary!)
“She really likes that clock tower, huh,” Oscar whispered after Tamara hung up. “Distract it? How? That thing may be ignoring the rules, but I don’t. My stats are currently cut in half.”
As he glared at the thing, the System automatically detected a Guild Member in the vicinity. He squinted, and an icon popped up inside his field of vision, showing the person’s exact location and name. “You have to be kidding me,” he muttered and ordered his cat to nose dive.
After landing at a modest distance, Oscar watched Alan Warden rushing towards a crumbled building. It was until Oscar got closer that he noticed someone trapped under debris.
“P-please, wake up! I’ll help you get out of this, okay?!” Alan was crying out to the unconscious man. His HP was barely holding up.
“W-who?” the man muttered, slowly opening his eyes. He then uttered a cry of shock. “MY LEGS! I can’t feel them!”
“D-Don’t worry! A healer will fix you up as long as you have some HP left,” Alan assured, as the man suddenly pulled him by his sleeves.
“It may be too late by then, so please, young man! I have 3 million gold saved. Let me transfer it to you and let’s meet here in 10 hours so you can give it back, yes?!”
From his place, Oscar observed the scene in silence. Was this your true intention, Alan? Since you’re level 5, that much gold must be like a fortune to you. He snickered. Although Astrid may have you in high esteem, I’m glad to see your true colors. He then closed his fists. After all, you’re the true reason our guild…
Alan suddenly turned to Oscar, showing a pale face. “You, big guy! Can’t you see this person needs help?! Give me a hand, please!”
Oscar frowned before stepping forward. “Ah, sure.”
“W-wait a second… Are you level 5?” the agonizing man said in a quiet voice. “I can’t transfer that much gold to you…” He then frowned, looking annoyed. “Why didn’t you step aside so that other man—g-got—f-first…”
The man looked sleepy as his HP finally dropped to zero, and when his body vanished, the debris fell over the empty spot left behind. Oscar observed Alan staring at that spot for long seconds.
“W-Why?” Alan asked aloud with a broken voice. “I heard you landing like half a minute ago, so why didn’t you help me save him earlier?!”
Any other day, Oscar would find it annoying that someone had questioned him. He would have grabbed Alan by the collar of his jacket and yelled back at him, but this time, he only shut his eyes.
“I’m going to confront that thing,” Oscar said, gruffly. “What about you, Ghost?”
Alan wiped something off his face and evaded Oscar’s gaze as he passed him by. “You know I can’t fight, so I’ll try to help as many people as possi--”
Something crossing the sky at great speed interrupted him and a current of air pushed them when it passed by. They looked up and saw a group of ten winged Mounts flying low, towards the menace.
Oscar squinted at them, waiting for the System to give him some info. “They’re from the Titan Hunters guild. They’ll take care of it.”
“Well, I’ll wish them good luck, then!” a third voice said from atop a collapsed building. “There you are, Little Mouse. Don’t run again like that. I promised to show you something exciting, remember?”
Alan glanced at the girl dressed in black for a second before walking in the next street’s direction.
“Alan, wait. Who’s this?” Oscar asked.
“Who are YOU?” the girl asked back in a lower voice. “Doesn’t matter, don’t even present yourself, for I’m only interested in that little bloodnut over there. So go die somewhere else and leave us alone, pretty pleaaase?”
Alan clenched his jaw, turning his back on both. “She’s that dragon’s summoner. That’s all I know.”
“Is that so?” Oscar grinned, stretching out his hand to his side, materializing a lance. “Fine. Do whatever thing you think is best for you, Ghost. Meanwhile, I’ll do the only thing I’m best at.”
“Alan, wait! We haven’t finished talking yet!” the girl yelled, before letting out an exasperated grunt. “Great! Now I’m stuck with this freaking--!”
Oscar powered up first, exerting a fire aura, and swung his lance in a long upward curve, cutting what remained of the building in half. The cut was so clean that not even a single brick fell down.
“The name’s Oscar Mills, sweetie. Now, show me how you bleed,” he said, chuckling, but grimaced after noticing that the girl not only was unharmed but was also yawning. What the hell just happened?
“You’re not a tiny, cute little mouse like him. You’re a big, fat rat,” the girl said, surrounding herself with a purple aura. “And I detest rats. They’re not fun to play with.”
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Three and a half miles away, another fight took place on Castlenaut Street. There, surrounded by burning buildings, Karen Svensson kneeled and puked blood. As she tried her best to remain conscious, she squinted at the warrior strolling toward her.
I had to take a beating to realize that their helmet looks like some sort of carnivorous beast.
“A-Are you deaf?!” Karen cried. “I told you I’m not HER! I’m not the real Astrid Bradford!”
“Oh, I heard you alright,” the warrior said hoarsely, grabbing Karen by the neck. “That’s why I can’t let you go unscathed. Your pathetically slow moves and your laughable weak-ass spells are staining her reputation.”
“W-Who the hell cares?” Karen replied as she was lifted off the ground.
The unknown warrior chuckled. “I do. I care so much that seeing your pitiful impersonation disgusts me. So, good night, whoever you are.”
“C-Can I say s-something first?”
“Sure, why not?” the warrior shrugged.
“T-Trigger off…” Karen whispered, grinning.
The Warrior looked at their sides, finding several magic circles surrounding them. Before the spells could reach them, the Warrior closed their fist to crush Karen’s neck, but the witch’s body had turned into solid ice.
“Oh, you bit--”
A plethora of elemental spells hit both indiscriminately. Lightning zaps, ice lances, currents of frozen air, fireballs, flamethrowers. Even the ground they were standing on had turned into quicksand, trapping the Warrior’s feet.
Karen escaped the bombarding area and started casting: “Calling Familiar, Bearmental Family!”
“NICE TRY!” the enemy roared, dashing towards Karen.
“Baby Bear!” Karen yelled, and a bear cub made of ice got launched out of a summoning circle. It curled up into a ball and hit the Warrior in the chest, pushing them. “Mama Bear!” Karen called, and a fully adult bear came into existence, engulfing its whole body in flames.
The creature threw a swipe that melted part of the Warrior’s chest plate and released a fire breath. The enemy could do nothing but shield themselves with their arms.
“And last, Papa Bear!”
When it landed, the ground shook. It doubled the Warrior in size, and when it roared, it extinguished the nearby flames.
“You had it in you all this time, huh, Impersonator?!” the Warrior said, laughing out loud. “It’s a shame that the Safe Zone is limiting you, but whatever! Tell your pet to give me a big hug!”
“Papa Bear, crush their spine!”
The summoned beast made of solid rock extended its enormous arms and the Warrior reciprocated by embracing it. “Come here, pal!”
The golem bear was so huge that it blocked the Warrior out of vision.
“Mama Bear, light him up!”
The fire-breathing beast followed the order and began scorching its partner. In a matter of seconds, Papa Bear’s rocky body began emitting light, as if it was made of magma.
“How are your bones, dipshit?!” Karen asked, loudly sneering. “I measured Papa Bear’s strength once, and its embrace is equivalent to 120,000 newtons of force, so enjoy it, you asshole!”
“Oh, geez! That could do some serious damage… if the Safe Zone affected me.”
Karen’s grin disappeared. “Affected…?”
“Fire Style, Meteor Punch!”
“Meteor--what?”
The street darkened for a second, a series of blue sparkles manifested around them, and with a blinding light and a deafening bang, the enormous bear got sent flying in a straight trajectory, hitting its family. The three bears ended up smashing against a building before turning into fading pixels.
Karen’s lips trembled in disbelief. “N-no way…”
That attack reminded me of Astrid’s Meteora Ferrum… And now… I’m officially out of mana.
Karen fell to her knees as the Warrior chuckled. “Time’s up, princess. It was fun, so I’m not angry with you anymore. Thanks to this little warmup, we ended up calling the real Comet’s attention.”
Before Karen could say a word, something heavy landed between them. Something that made the ground shake several times more than Papa Bear did. Karen looked up, staring at something resembling a golden cape in front of her. When she blinked twice, she noticed it was hair, and the owner was glaring at her. Her eyes gleamed silvery blue.
“Who the fuck are you?” Astrid Bradford asked Karen.
The still disguised Karen only muttered: “I…”
“Let me guess, this is one of Kathleen’s lame attempts to get back at me, isn’t that right?” Astrid snarled. “There’s only a pair of bitches crazy enough to try this. You must be Amelia Laflamme or Karen Svensson, most likely…”
Karen pursed her lips and clenched her buttocks, ready to receive her deadly wrath. This is going to hurt way more than that stranger’s attacks.
“Get out of my sight,” Astrid said with closed teeth. “You’re too pathetic to kill.”
Karen shut her eyes, repressed any urge to curse, and ran out of there as fast as she could. One last glance at the Warrior confirmed they were only after the real Golden Comet.
Karen could have shared what she had learned about the enemy with Astrid. She could at least have warned her about what they had said. That the Safe Zone was not affecting them…
But no. Karen decided not to say a word and ran away instead.
And who the hell was that? That person was super annoyed after finding out I was a fake… Ha, this is so funny. I’d laugh, but my everything hurts. Whoever that person is, it strikes me as a very obsessive, psychopathic fan. Hu-hu-hu… Ouch. So have fun with that, you bitch.