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Reality Defenders [A Deck-building LITRPG]
Chapter 18: Meet the teacher/trainer

Chapter 18: Meet the teacher/trainer

The cake, despite seeming bland, has a vibrant taste mix of chocolate and vanilla. It tastes so 'fuqing' good!

Well, it clings to my skin as if it has a personal vendetta against me. I can feel the sticky residue on my cheeks and nose, prompting me to hurriedly get it off my face since it is obstructing my nostrils.

Damn Ghomas! Because of him, I can't enjoy it!

I stand up with fury, my gaze locking onto Ghomas, the mischievous culprit responsible for my dessert disaster.

Hessien and Vacinay look at me with raised eyebrows, puzzled by the sudden turn of events.

I point accusingly at the clone lying at Ghomas's side. “He tripped me.”

Hessien inspects the clone with a scowl. “That bastard…”

Ghomas decides to talk, “Well, that’s kinda insane. But it’s good we have finished this conflict. Now you two can release me.”

Release him? He thinks he can get away with this so easily?

Vacinay tightens her grip on his arms, her determination clear. “Who said we were going to release you?”

“What are you going to do? Seriously. Okay okay, I admit I was wrong. I didn’t actually plan to do it in the beginning, but it tasted so damn nice, I couldn’t help myself.”

I've had enough of Ghomas's nonsensical babbling and make my way to the dining room. Determination fuels my steps as I grab the necessary tools, plotting my revenge against the cake-stealing mischief-maker.

I go back to meet him.

Desperate, he looks at me with pleading eyes. “Uh, can you get them to free me?”

“Nope.”

I drop the tools on the ground, letting the metallic clatter resonate through the room. Knives, a collection of gleaming blades, lay at my feet, ready for use.

“What the hell is that for?!” He begins to panic.

Vacinay, with a wicked smile, declares, “Ah, I like the way you think. First, we skin him alive.”

I nod vigorously, handing her a knife. Ghomas struggles against his restraints, resembling a desperate worm trying to escape certain doom.

“You only got knives?” Hessien asks.

I shrug then remember this place is filled with weapons. After all, finding swords and spears is easy. I bet it has something very useful for this situation…

“Give me a second,” I say before running off.

I run in the hallway, looking for the racks of weapons. I come across some, but they don’t have what I wanted…

Ah, found it! It isn’t a weapon, but it’s good for aiding in torture; a rope.

I come back to Ghomas still struggling. “Back,” I announce my presence. Hessien is the only one who turns back to me since the other two are too busy with each other.

Hessien grins upon seeing the long roll of rope in my hand. “Perfect.”

I walk in front of Ghomas, who eyes me frantically. “You all got to realize that this is an overreaction, right?!”

I smile as I crouch low. “I can rewind time, so even if you die… you wouldn’t stay dead for long.”

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Fear paints his eyes nearly white.

Time to wrap him up! A loop around his head, reminiscent of a cow, is the first step. Despite his twists and turns, there isn’t much of a struggle. He begins screaming, capturing the attention of the maids.

“What’s the ma—“ they see Ghomas completely roped up.

Fearful, they ask, “I-is everything… alright?”

I reply, “No, we are going to eat him.”

They tremble, exchanging fearful glances. With a bow, they quickly make their way out of our home.

It feels kind of fun to say that.

“You all are psychos!” he complains.

Vacinay, leaning against the wall opposite Ghomas, says, “The only thing missing is an apple to stick into his mouth.”

Hessien points at her with his knife. “Like a roasted pig?”

She nods. “Exactly.”

“Welp. No apples, only knives,” I say, flourishing the huge knife in my hand and resting the dull side on his shoulder.

As soon as the cold metal makes contact with him, he goes into a squirming panic.

I softly drag the knife to his stomach. “We are going to rip it open.”

“SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.”

Holy hell! He screeches so loud I drop the knife and clasp my ears.

Immediately, a door being knocked down is heard. With blurring speeds, someone shoots toward us. Clad in knight armor with a sword by their side, a woman stands in front of Ghomas.

Okay, what the hell just happened?

“Who… are you?” I ask.

An old but familiar face comes running in to explain, the president. “She is Yamanda! The one that will be your teachers. Informing you of the world and training you all.”

I am starting to hate the fact they can just walk in how they want.

She removes the ropes from Ghomas before turning back to us. “I am confused by this situation, but… Did I wrongly interfere with a ceremony of some sort? The maids that prepared food here told us that it was cannibalism, but perhaps they heard wrong?”

Damn, she is cute. I should have answered, but as I gaze at her, all I think is how I wish I had her physical features. Well, excluding the tiny ‘snake’ patterns that are at the edges of her facing, connecting at her chin.

But ignoring that, she is amazing. Red curly hair, flawless skin, brown eyes, tall stature (actually, I don’t think I want to be that tall), small waist, perfect hips, actual breasts, instead of fist-size tiny tits.

She is perfect, something I am not.

Well, I am still 17! That means I still have a lot to grow. My body will eventually develop to be so damn appealing, I will start saying stuff like, ‘oh my gosh, being this beautiful is so damn tiring. You wouldn’t understand.’

Please, please, please let my dream come true.

Hessien mutters, “Yes miss, they did,” completely enchanted by her beauty.

Vacinay isn’t impressed and even knocks Hessien. “Stop being so easy.”

“Mind your business.”

“Your business is my business.”

“Ignore this one.”

“No.”

Yamanda looks awkwardly at us then at the president.

Then she looks at us again and takes a deep breath. “Well, I would normally prefer a formal greeting, but since President Urmar already informed me you all names, we can move on to the interesting stuff.”

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Well, we can get to training as soon as possible!” she smiles.

I mean, cool, but I am still insanely hungry.

Vacinay mutters, “This Ghomas here, the useless slut ate our breakfast.”

Yamanda raises an eyebrow, confused. “What’s a slut?”

“Don’t worry about that. The important thing is that we can’t train on empty stomachs. Well, I don’t want to at least.”

She thinks for a moment. Then, with a snap of her fingers, she suggests, "What if we buy food from a restaurant on our way to the training area?"

I want food so badly that I don't care how merciless this training is going to be.

"I agree," I say, moving to her side.

Hessien frowns. "Damn, but we would have to train."

Vacinay leans against him. "I know, right? But food."

"Yeah, food."

Ghomas stands at her side, his arms folded. "I agree with your premise, super sexy miss."

"What...?" she's puzzled.

"I said, I agree with your premise, Miss Yamanda."

"I thought you said something else."

He shakes his head. "You must have heard wrong."

Level 10 gaslighting at its finest.

She frowns. "Well... okay. So, let’s get to it! I hope we have an excellent day!"

Just get us the food.

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Apparently, the president wants us to keep the fact we are reality defenders secret. He doesn’t explain why, but I bet it has to do with how weak we are—so pride reasons.

I wish I could disagree with the logic, but it makes sense. Of course, it doesn’t apply to someone like me.

Time freeze is pretty amazing.

Anyway, we are currently walking in a bustling city. People are moving up and down, and quickly. While walking on the sidewalk, singular-wheeled bikes often pass up and down on the roads. Rarely, there are huge jeeps.

I ask, "Are jeeps rare or super expensive?"

Yamanda answers, "The latter one. Only the rich can afford such things."

Ah, damn. I planned to own one, one day.

After tens of minutes of walking and the fact it feels like my stomach is eating me alive, we come across a huge restaurant that has the wooden sign: "Telltale," hanging outside.

It is busy as people are constantly moving in and out.

Yamanda smiles and with a flourish of her hands, she says, "Meet my favorite restaurant!"