Sub quest: make the two best guilds of the country destroy one another with the Djinn identity you are currently using.
I re read the quest description several times, coming to the most satisfying of conclusions : there was a loophole I could exploit.
The system didn’t mention the name of any specific country. Which meant I could choose for myself. The farther from here the better, because my Djinn’s identity would soon turn into a wanted criminal with dead or alive posters plastered all over the place.
I used my [camouflage magic] to morph into another person and make sure no one would see the Djinn I was pretending to be going out of the country.
I looked at the guilds world ranking list to make my choice.
Guilds ranking list:
Rank 1 : Eternal Dominion [United States]
Rank 2 : Silver Dawn [China]
Rank 3 : Red lions [South Korea]
Rank 4 : Storm Riders [Japan]
Rank 5 : Valkyries [Russia]
Rank 6 : The Conquerors [Brazil]
Rank 7 : Silent Walkers [Great Britain]
Rank 8 : BloodFangs [China]
Rank 9 : Infinity knights [United States]
Rank 10 : Berserkers [Italia]
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Rank 320 : Oddballs [France]
Found it. My next destination was set! As of today, France has become my new all times favorite’s country!
When I stepped onto the nearest teleportation gate, I looked nothing like my former childish self. I’d turned into a middle aged man with a ripped body, a deep scar across his left cheek, wearing an old chain mail and a sheathed long sword.
Ding!
The system curses you, saying it’s against the rules and it will give you a penalty if you continue to do absurds things.
I smirked, knowing full well it didn’t have the power to do that. Little prick, be more precise the next time you give me a quest, otherwise I might end up destroying the world before you knows it.
The system tries to provoke you, saying you are too weak to destroy a guild let alone the world.
I smiled broadly, this cute little thing could really be really silly sometimes. Don’t worry I won’t be able to complete my main quest anytime soon, the world is safe for now.
The system laughs smugly, saying that at least you know yourself well.
Argh. At this rate I might die of laughter. Let’s concentrate on my next quest.
In front of the teleportation gate a huge number of people waiting in line for their turn. The guards in charge of checking people identities, worked slowly but efficiently. The guy before me turned out to be a spy sent by another country, they apprehended him before he had the time to say « shit. »
When my turn finally came, I presented a fake identity—another carefully crafted illusion with the precious help of my [Camouflage Magic]. The guards barely gave me a second glance as they checked the blue screen, too preoccupied with the spy’s commotion.
This didn’t feel right. I wasn’t supposed to be lucky… Did I ride on some lucky bastard coattail? Or was I going to be met with ill fortune soon?
I stepped into the portail, walking out soon after in a big city called Bordeaux in France. The place was so different from the glamorous image portrayed on postcards. I nearly couldn’t recognize it. Polluted water. Gaz fumes. Lot of cars and people. The only things I identified right away were the beige stone buildings with slate roofs and the water mirrors.
As soon as I arrived, I went to a public toilet to change my appearance. Places like these hidden in plain sight were usually the safest.
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Unfortunately, they weren’t the most sanitary. Even before I entered, the strong smell of urine made me retch. When I stepped inside I quickly locked the door behind me and used my [Camouflage magic] to morph into the young Djinn again. With this godly identity I would definitely complete the quest without much difficulty. No one hated Djinns. Most people would fight to get my favors.
Knock. knock.
« Hello mister, I have something you might need. You know, some real good stuff… »
What the heck was happening right now? Did my bad luck finally catch up to me?
I opened the door slightly, just enough to make sure he wouldn’t pose a threat, but not enough for him to see what’s inside.
He looked like a handsome young lad with a slightly disheveled appearance.
« Hey there, mister, » he repeated in a coaxing tone, « I got something you might need. Real good stuff, if you know what I mean… »
I blinked, caught off guard. What the hell was this? I’d dealt with a fair share of weirdos, but this was something else entirely. It sounded like a desperate pitch from someone looking for trouble.
« Real good stuff? What do you mean? »
« You know, I offer… services. Whatever you’re into, I got it. I can make you feel real good, mister. »
I frowned, now realizing what was going on. A prostitute. Of course, the last place I wanted to be involved with that kind of business was in a dingy public toilet. But then again, he didn’t know who I was.
I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I stepped fully out of the toilet using [Art of deception] to boost my acting skills.
« I don’t understand what you are saying mister but my mom is waiting for me, » I said while titling my head questioningly.
As soon as I appeared. His eyes flicked quickly from my face to my body, and then slowly he blinked.
For a second, there was an uncomfortable silence.
The man took a hesitant step back, his face now beet red. « Wait a second… » he muttered to himself. « You’re… a kid?! »
No shit Sherlock? You only just found out? Did my voice not give you a tiny little hint?
I raised an eyebrow. « What do you mean? Did you mistake me for someone else? »
« Shit… I really thought I saw a man walk in here. I—I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t mean anything by it. » The man took another step back. « Guess I’ve been working too long, huh? Didn’t mean to bother you. Please, just forget it. »
« Alright, goodbye weird mister. Have a good day, » I replied politely, waving my hand at him like a good kid.
He muttered another « shit » under his breath, before running away like his butt was on fire.
Ding!
The system laughs at your misfortune, saying it serves you right.
Hey! Don’t you have anything else to do? Why are you always talking to me?
The system says that it was assigned to you because you are a dick.
Huh. This was new. So other players have personal systems as well ?
The system laughs at your stupidity, saying it’s obviously not the case, as the Demon King who might destroy the world you need to be under strict supervision unlike other players.
Alright. Got it. I am the only unlucky bastard stuck with an annoying system.
The system pouts, saying your are too much and it won’t talk to you again.
Ha ha. Sorry little thing don’t be mad. I didn’t mean it.
The sound of a new notification never came again. Good. Finally some silence to focus on my new quest.
***
I walked to the nearest hotel to get some time to think of a plan. Alone.
The receptionist, a dwarf with red hair tied in a ponytail, a scruffy beard and a red apron, frowned upon seeing my young appearance, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he used the [Identification skill] on me.
Ding!
[Eric Durand] used [Identification] on you.
As soon as the skill was used, he bowed slightly, his frown turning into a small embarrassed smile. « Forgive my disrespect oh great Djinn. I didn’t know of your noble identity, » he said sheepishly, while grating the back of his head.
I used the [Art of deception] again.
« It’s alright at least you were polite. You didn’t straight out refused my entry or drive me out like most people do. »
Hope this get me some pity points, getting closer to a receptionist might come in handy. Who knows, the guy might have heard some useful information or gossip for my quest.
The dwarf named Eric banged the counter with both hands. « Which son of a bitch did that to a noble Djinn. Are they crazy? »
Oups. This worked a bit too much.
« Huh. It’s okay mister. Don’t worry, it’s all in the past. »
« No it’s not. Do you want me to take revenge for you? »
What the. Seriously ? Are dwarf supposed to be this friendly to Djinns? Or was he just another weirdo? We basically just met and he already wants to help me… This didn’t make sense. Was I turning into a weirdo magnet ?
« Huh. Mister I am happy you want to help me but I don’t want to take revenge. My dream is to live peacefully. Can I stay in this hotel for some time? I have money. »
« Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn’t think you’d be shy, » he said with an apologetic smile. « Alright great Djinn, I won’t pursue the matter for now. Instead I will give you a special discount for VIP customers. Everything is half-priced for you. »
The fuck. Is he a pervert or something? Should I run away?
Nope. Not so soon, I should stay vigilant around him though.
« Thanks mister. I will stay here for two weeks. How much is it? »
« For you? 300 pieces of silver. »
Definitely not. Even for half the price it was too cheap. Better take the key and run away.
« Thanks mister! » I said while putting the money on the counter.
Eric grinned and gave me the key to my room. « Have a nice stay in our hotel, great Djinn. Come back to talk to me whenever you feel like it.
« Alright, goodbye mister. » I answered with a smile, walking away at a normal pace until I reached the staircases. Once out of his view, I started running all the way to the third floor, reaching room 302 super fast.
I closed the door behind me.
Finally alone. I stopped thinking about useless things and concentrated on my next sub quest.
The two best guilds in France were : Oddballs, ranked 320 and Satan sidekicks, ranked 666.
Hum. What peculiar names. French people were really strange. The second name sounded quite nice tough. Too bad I couldn’t use my [Demon King] identity for this quest. It would have been a piece of cake.