Chapter One - The Reaper has Arrived

I came out of my portal and into the real world in my hotel room in kiev.  My good mood shattered as I hear sirens and explosions.  Damn, the orks were a few days ahead of nato's predictions.  More sirens were activated and realize the attack must just started.  Then I recieved a report from Maria about the surprise ork attack and ask if I was alright.

I replied to wipe away her concern and open the curtains and told Maria I was going to check on my friend.  With a blink spell, I was outside without the need to bust through the windows and was flying towards my friend's house.  I frown, because I see smoke in his neighborhood.  

Then my divine sense pick up more incoming missiles, and with qi blasts I obliterated all the missiles within divine sense range.  I continue to destroy missiles as I flash through the air towards my friends house with concern.  I do not make many real world friends, but a brother in arms in my time the mercenaries is different.

After seeing the crater that my friend house use to be, I became enraged and put on underworld security plasmetal battle armor and pulled out a my version of a pulse rifle with magic ammo.  While doing so, I notice my friends family were still in what was left of their bedrooms.  I hope they died in their sleep as I gave a quick prayer for the dead.

I began my ramapage, two of the three micro missile launchers in my backpack took out aircraft with ease. While the third launcher was set on auto defense mode that intercepted incoming missiles.  I was downing helocopters and jets as fast as the micro missiles could be magically created.  I use a prototype pulse rifle on the ork troops on the ground.  Flying over where my divine sense pick up groups of ork maurading, giving priority to saving civilians.

The pulse rifle is what he colonial marines used in movie aliens.  I liked the over all compact design with the built in grenade launcher.  I have been tinkering with the design for a while now, and currently in it's mark three development.  Dress up in black plasmetal, it was a sleeker and had a one piece look to it.  After all, the light armor piercing, explosive caseless bullets and grenades are magic ammoed for my personal use.  I had sent a copy to my people to see if they can develop it further and cant wait to see what they do with it.

After tearing through the invading orks for the day north of kyiv, I heard the orks was taking the east side of the dnipro.   With my battlecam linke to a newly made The Reaper has Arrived fancam account, I did not want the world to know who I am, roleplaying a mandalorian with ease.  So I pulled out an anti gravity board to skim over the waves and made across in a couple minutes to join in on the counter attack.

It's underworld corporation newest product, using the cheapest three hundred pound anti gravity crystals and wind magic.  The anti gravity board was created and became a delightful new toy for kids to play with.  I had a layer to measure the weight of the user and slow down appropriately for little kids.  Sure made a ton of parents happy with that restriction layer.  Wizards can easily control the anti gravity board, or gravboard by popular vote,  while normal humans need to use a hand held controller.

But is rather slow at max speed for adult at twenty miles per hour.  However, for adults, they get up to five meters above the ground giving buyers a nice above ground view that people are starting to love. The gravboard comes in different sized, with the largest can comfortable hold a pair of riders.  Girls loved it right away and started posing with their boyfriend's gravboard stream became extremely popular.  For safety, I add an adherence layer that causing the users to stick to the board the faster and higher they go.

Though I can see some these supposely boyfriends can not act worth shit.  Come on guys, can you try to even roleplay with your girlfriend?   I shook my head at the boys poor acting skills on some of the streams.

It became so popular, many people began using them to get to work on nice weather days.  New building began offering gravboard landing bay on the second floor as many people in management also enjoy the great view.  All underworld trades towers already have the landing bay above the front doors.  

Hired workstaff were given gravboards as an employment reward.  On sunny days, they can use them to get to work.  Since all employee are given five star rooms from major hotels that sprang up around each trade tower.  Because of the luxury, I got a lot of flak, especially from geeks in the world for hiding alien tech.  Since magical inscriptions was undecipherable by current magical means.

Just for that insult, I let the beta testers and my new people have the exclusive rights for a half year before finally relenting for underworld mass sales. There were of course a few robbery attempts, but with transit fields, my people was able to wisk my employees away to safely and drop in a combat team to deal with robbers and seal their souls into soul cages for used with soul restriction techniques.

These captured soul main purpose is to control warpuppets, with magical slave seal crest, the installed soul have no choice but to obey.  With my brainwashing restriction, I permanently deletely all useless memories and turn them into loyal souls with background of being artificial intelligence rather than soul of the once living.  I install a military lifestyle memory into them, and were told after military service with honorable discharge.  They will have earn citizenship and given biomechanical humanoid bodies.  

My destructiveness arrives as my backpack micro missile tore apart orkian vehicles as I hit them from the unexpectedly flanking beach side.  My sudden appearance demoralized the orks as I help cut off the vanguard and began pushing them back north.  Yesterday my fancam account The Reaper has Arrived exploded into the world scene and all wonder who has this person fighting in ukraine on the very first hour of the ork invasion.

Especially when the world saw me take out two alligators with my backpack micro missile launcher seen though my own helmet hud display.  The world, especially the militaries, watch in fascination of the unexpected first person view of the new war.  The world basically saw what I saw from my helmet, including high tech hud display showing friendly and ork targets.  After all, I had a battle computer living in my helmet, helping me acquire targets and more importantly avoid killing friendly ukrainians.  My night vision was nearly as good as day, without that nasty green resolution, got to love restrictions. 

All day long, I was roleplaying macgyver as I would take destroyed equipment to build warpuppets and sent them on their merry and often a blood drench path northward.  I was using the souls of ork officers to pilot the monstrousity I created.  They took a beating and kept on ticking, until the orks learn to blow them to pieces with costly concentrated fire.  

I'm just glad no one understand soul techniques, otherwise I probabilly get some heat from varius entitled people around the world who think they know a thing about ethics.  But cultivators have always used souls, and simply put, once the soul technique is destroyed, they soul are able to leave and enter the reincarnation cycle.  So basically, soul techniques just delay their reincarntion for a term of service.  

From my point of view, I see nothing wrong using a soul to do some good before setting them free.  Though I know some cultivators who would seal souls away out of spite and horde them for their entire lives.  I suppose their fear of an enemy reincarnating and coming back to hunt them is a bit paranoid, but hey, some cultivators are like that.  Not too different from mortal dictators way of thinking.  Besides, not like anyone can see the soul techniques that I mask with magical aura and gestures.

The more warpuppets I build, the more extravagant they become.  I had first started using a couple tanks and armored vehicles.   But over time, the warpuppets evolved into big ass monster tanks as I was fusing together dozens of tanks and armored vehicles into more advance engines of war.  My first warpuppets only lasted a few hours before being destroyed by mass fire.  That only made my want to make bigger and badder warpuppets, after all, no creator would like to see the creations destroyed.  

With the growing number of destroyed orkish vehicles available, I was using four or more destroyed vehicles for make each new monstrous warpuppet.  So I needed a way to anchor them into one body.  Using the melted metal mass of three tanks for the body so I could house a couple of turrets and as many machine guns I could load on it for anti infantry defense. Even if the orks take down it's shields, they found their current anti tank munitions could barely put a dent it's newly thicken armor.

Since I dont need crew compartment, ammo and fuel storage, nor a engine.  As I made everything run with magical restrictions.  I had actually used a good portion of the melted tanks to fill in the the now empty hulls.  Allowing me to fully protect the magical restrictions deep inside the now solid warpuppet, as direct hits now cause little damage.  As long as the restrictions are protected three hundred and sixt degrees by a meter thick of armor, the orks are forced to destroy every last turret and machine gun to stop the warpuppet from firing on them. 

To offset the weight, I install enough anti gravity crystals to allow the metal monster to move at a decent clip of twenty six miles per hour.  Allowing my monsterous warpuppet to manuever with surprising speed and agility for it's size.  I even extended a thick slanting skirt plating to protect the treads from enemy flanking fire.  I create a pointed plow in front that dug away mines and set them off or push them safely to the sides. 

Like a mini real ogre, it lumber though the invading orks with terrifying effectiveness that took almost everything the orks had to bring it down after half a day of trying.  The net results was one mini ogre for the the invading orks.  Six aircraft, four helicopters, and twenty nine armored vehicles for the ogre.  Plus nearly a thousand orish infantry, but when armor fights, who counts infantry?

Though in reality, the orks had taken out all the turrets and machine guns, so the mini ogre over runned or rammed anything it could catch before finally it's treads have all been destroyed.  After that, the mini ogre self destruct layer promptly erased the magical inscriptions into magical and qi fallout.  Not taking any chances someone might figure something out.

Once it was confirm the orks were in full retreat on the eastern side of the dnipor, I cross back to the west side of the dnipor the next morning and continue my revenge kick.  Eventually my thought turn to making a real ogre, the mini had been an experiment to scratch an itch and did not last very long charging forward.  It was a complete wreck, they heard they spent a hour of artillery bombardment after the ogre stopped moving to make sure it was dead.  

That itch, like a mosquito bite, burn the next day and got me thinking of improvements for a few day until I had to build something.  I had fought my way north earning quite a reputation on my new fancam account.  Even earning a growing number of ukrainian followers who lives I saved or simply fans of my warpuppets.  

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So I ask them to haul in as many orkish wrecks they could lay their hands on so I could try building a giant warpuppet.  The world spread like wildfire, soon any available military vehicles were towing orkish junk from all over.  Even farmers with trackers were in on the action as well as local tow trucks.  Even teenagers arrive with four or more civilian four by fours hooked up to drag a single orkian vehicle to be part of the action.  

All day and all night, orkish junk piled up as ukrainian curiosity skyrocketed as they wanted to know what a full size ogre looked like!  So I got to work fusing nine tanks for movement, using the nine more tanks to form a new plateform to house all the armanent I plan on installing.  I melted twenty infantry vehicles to fill in and glue all the tanks together to form one solid piece.

I staggered the nine turrets like a battleship, so they could shoot above the forward turrets.  I even set the three central turrets even higher to shoot over the side turrets.  Then I place as many machine guns I could all around the turrets, even putting a pair for flak guns for anti air defense.  As an after thought, I install micro missile launches on each side for anti air and counterbattery fire.

Finally I place a barrier to protect kiev the first. The standard quick changing maze defense layer, not that I think there is anyone in the world able to hack into the restriction.  But considering the randomness of abilities of the evolved, they might be someone with the ability to hack into anything.  So better be safe than sorry.  With nine power layers, the orks is going to have a tough time bringing down the barrier.

I was learning fast how to fused scrapped orkish vehicles, and turning it into something terrifying on the battlefield.  With the large graveyard of orkish vehicles north of kyiv, I finally had enough materials to build a twelve thousand ton ogre.  With the eighteen tanks used as a foundation, I melted ten tanks for additional armor, and of course glueing all the tanks together to form one monstrous war puppet.

The warpuppets and mini ogre were just small experimental models that range from eighty to a couple hundred tons.  But the new kyiv ogre was the first true metal beast of mass destruction.  With it's heavy armor and shields, the orks sitting in their long ass convoys had a really bad day.  On the other hand, my friendly ukrainian followers were having a field day.  I had taught them how to hook up a portable fuel cell generator to orkish vehicles.

As the kyiv ogre sent orks running as it swept through an ork convoy blowing up any vehicles attempting to escape.  Once the orks realize that, they abandoned their vehicles and fled on foot.  By the time the ork high command took action, several miles of the convoy had been hot wired and hijacked.  The world laughed at my antics, but their militaries began to realize I was not someone to triffle with.

Well at least the ukrainian people supported my efforts by one hundred percent.  After all, I was killing more orks than an several entire battalions could.  Besides, the madman antics afterwards was more than a good laugh.  I was on a time table, three months until I break though to stage seven.  Plus, people are going to find out who I was, the mysterious magical inscriptor from the states.

At least my peer group see me as someone awesome, so I gave "I dared my generation of battle fiends to make a splash like I did.  You all practice at home, safe in your battle arenas.  As you can see, I am beyond that, I will dedicate three months of my life to avenge my ukrainian friend and his family.  If you the guts, then come over to ukraine grab some limelight if you can."  I showed a pic of a crater that used to be my ukrainian friend's house to instill my reason for revenge.

I continued with "If we ever meet in ukraine, maybe we can become friends.  Or at least acquainted and acknowledge as true peers among our generation.  I still got a lot of tricks to use that will wow the world.  I want to see if there is any of my generation can wow the world too!"

I showed them my official kill count exceeding ten thousand just from my battlecam video evidence alone.  "Look a this!"  Then I zoomed in on the evolved kill count at sixteen.  As the creator, I was awarded the kills.  Destroying the kyiv ogre cost the ork evolved soldiers dearly.  Three cubic meters of high explosives is more than enough to take out many orkian evolved.  The amount of explosives inside a micro missile void storage.

Only the really tough ones, I had to step in and use qi blades to finish them off. I was surprise they kept coming after me after I wasted fifty of them.  I guess the bounty for building the kiev ogre was really worth in for them to die for.  With my bodycrafting of peak tier five, not much could really hurt me.  With this world magic system, I heavily specialized in enchantments that include barriers.  

So I had covered my bases with strong magical and physical defenses that not many evolved could punch through and actually damage me.   I used qi techniques as my basic trump cards, as visiting the orient a few time, I realize I was the only one above tier fouth in cultivation.  All the ancient martial artist know the basics and still struggling to reach stage five.  Not to mention their qi knowledge is rudimentary at best.

Because of the world qi being only late tier three,  it is a wonder that a few manage to get to stage four.  But even a few ancient trying for stage five is simply a staggering amount of persistance.  I had visited these ancients and gave them pointers, a pile of tier four and five resources.  Even gave them cleansing pill to restart their aging bodies a little.  With so much impurities inside their bodies, it is a wonder they still try cultivate.  

At first they were not happy, but I did not even care if they listen to me or not.  I just really pity them, with such a pitiful low world qi.  Trying to get to stage five was kind of sort of amazing to me.  Stubborn old geezers, but I respected their dedication, despite the heavy handicap.  I suppose roasting them upon arrival was a bit too much.

The rant usual entails, wasted your life just to try to reach stage five?  Are you stupid?  Stage five is nothing since elders are stage six, what the point wasting your life just to get to stage five?  The only thing stage five gives you is a decently healthy body and twenty five extra years to you lifespan.  You want to live twenty five more years in that decrepidly old body?  Is there even a brain in there?  You wasted your life so you can be consider a senior brother?  Not really what I would use my life for.

Look at me, someone with actually talent for cultivating.  I am mid stage six and fifteen years of age.  I have three centuries to enjoy currently, but I know I can breakthough to stage seven.  I suggest you stop cultivating full time and do it as a hobby.  Go get to know your grand kids.  The grumpy old fools all message me a big thanks, getting to know their grand kids was better time spent than cultivating to stage five.

One morning I find myself walking past a burnt out small factory, it steel smoke stack leaning toward the orkian lines.  That gave me pause as a smile crept up my face as I promptly head over to the smoke stack.  It was still straight and rather big, like a meter of so wide.  So I refined the entire smoke stack to strengthen it durability and add some nifty heavy mortar restrictions I had created during my service in the american army.  

It was not that hard to modify the mortar restriction to fit the massive smoke stack launcher I created.  I decided that a three ton shell was in order and pulled out all the resources I had stored away to make it happen.  Blueprinted the high explosive shell and installed it to my smoke stack launcher.  I had melted and fused scrap metal to create a solid base that can be towed.  After that, I put in a one year self destruct restriction to ensure this monstrous mortar did not fall into wrong hands.

My new toy was old fashion, a bunch of steel tubes bolted and welded on the outside to make the smooth bore, three story smoke stack.  I set up a remote restriction panel controller, sat back and had a picnic from safe distance of a mile away.  With satalite imaging, I began destroying orkian assets fifty miles away with three ton magic mortar shells. The down side is that I purposely use only one power layer so it took about fifteen minutes to generated a three ton shell.

So after my second shot, I hand it over to my ukrainian friends to play with as I head out to join the hunt for orkian evolved.  Maybe if I am lucky I get to fight another bounty hunter team.  I was at peak stage six at this point and can feel the barrier to stage seven close enough to bite into.  But I knew from experience that it is roughly still a few months away.  So I'll take my revenge until I need to go to closed door to make a break through. The ukainian high command was told of my time limit, but of course did not no the reason other than it was personal.

My ukrainian followers are a safe distance away following the destructive wake of Kiev the first, collecting trophies of useable armored vehicles to help arm ukraine.  I had taught them how to install a portal fuel cell generator to orkish tanks and vehicles.  I also gave everyone a spray can, so with one swipe completed cover any z symbols with the ukrainian colors. 

My possie then trained the hundred of others what to do, I was stealing two thirds of the orkian vehicles.  Since the kyiv ogre was ordered to destroy every third vehicle to scare the crews to flee on foot.  My merry band of ukrainians drove away laughing the asses off with everyone driving away with their own vehicle or tank.  A derby of blue and yellow vehicles dashing at best speeds for the staging area I set up to display my loot.

I also happen to invite a number military officials to wait for my arrival, of course I made sure to have live coverage with normal high rez cameras along with restriction cameras for my people to view.  It was your standard ukrainian field complete of orkish defilement, but at least I had the craters bulldozed flat.  I also use my divine sense to make sure there was no mines left behind.  I also set up a giant illusionary barrier so the orks did not know what was happening and safe guard the guests. 

Plus, I had one of my people showcase the new pulsar assault rife secretly for the first time to keep them entertained.  Having a bunch of high ranking officers taking turns shooting through the three hundred rounds clip and nine rounds for grenades made their day.  Waiting for me for hours was worth playing with underworld's new toy.  They can not wait to ask me when will it go on sale as more staff officers come in to take a turn with my new toy.

So when the first stolen painted vehicle showed up, it was a delightful surprise as the driver got out and got and yells "My first trophy!"  Then another vehicle pulls in follow by another, then a whole line formed of blue and yellow vehicles.  The drivers parks the vehicles in designated areas, dividing the tanks from the infantry vehicles.

It soon turn into a celebrating as I roll in with t-ninty as the last one in.  After all, I wanted to see the orks destroy kyiv's ogre.  Then I avenge my first ogre by shooting down all the surviving aircraft from my packback micro missile launcher and my modified ssw4.

The mob of officers stood dumbfounded at loot I acquired that day.  I jest that I will sell for each vehicles true worth and sold them for half price.  They were happy to take that, but laugh and doing the american "Psych!"  And gave them to the ukrainian army for free, minus what my friendly followers needed.

So back to the smoke stack, I refined the entire steel tube to strengthen it's durability.  I even melted down several destroyed armored vehicles and coated the outside of the barrel with five inches of armor.   The refinement ended up going up to late tier four as I add a few cheap spiritual ores to the mix.  With titanium armor being peak tier three.  I figure five inch thick barrel with a foot thick base would be more than enough to handle the launch blast.  Then I place an armor enchantment to make it even more durable.  

Then I add a nifty heavy mortar restriction I had created during my service in the american army.  It was not that hard to modify the mortar restriction to fit the massive smoke stack launcher I created.  I decided that a three ton shell was in order and pulled out all the resources I had stored away to make it happen.  Blueprinted the high explosive shell and installed it to my smoke stack launcher.  I had melted and fused scrap metal to create a solid wheeled base that can be towed.  After that, I put in a standard three year self destruct restriction layer to ensure this monstrous mortar did not fall into wrong hands.

My new toy was old fashion, a bunch of steel tubes bolted and welded on the outside to make the smooth bore, three story smoke stack.  I set up a remote restriction panel controller, sat back and had a picnic from safe distance of a mile away, as I did not want to be near it when the explosive concussion goes off to launch it's three ton payload.  With satalite imaging, I began destroying orkian assets fifty miles away with magic mortar shells. The down side is that I purposely use only one power layer so it took about ten minutes to generated a new three ton shell.

So after my second shot, I hand it over to my ukrainian friends to play with as I head out to join the hunt for orkian evolved in the area.  Maybe if I am lucky I get to fight another bounty hunter team.  I was at peak stage six at this point and can feel the barrier to stage seven close enough to bite into.  But I knew from experience that it is roughly still a few months away.  So I'll take my revenge until I need to go to closed door to make a break through. The ukrainian high command was told of my time limit, but of course did not give the reason other than it was personal.