OmniOne Third Law: "None Shall Disrupt The Balance I Have Created."

A few hours before the newborns were taken…

A bald man talks to a woman from the Kura guild at the coffee shop in Kura.

"Listen Joan. Mr Wotts won't be happy."

"I-I know Meba."

"I'm not done talking."

Joan freezes as she grips her pants. Her eyes focus down to her hands.

The bald man plays with a toothpick, "You gave us the tip. We made use of it. A red-rank was the first newborn. Now usually, we could get one and get out. But we didn't have time for the second newborn and had to leave immediately. How am I going to Mr Wotts that the Empiric Guild is not receiving any new members?"

"I-I just…"

"You just what? Thought you could screw us over with useless information?" Meba stabs the toothpick into the table.

Joan starts talking fast, "No! N-Not at all! Please that wasn't my intention!"

"Don't talk so loudly."

Meba's eye catches 3 newborns. He sees one of them wearing a yellow armband and recognises the dirty man leading them.

"What the hell is Harmony doing with a yellow-rank? Wait a second…"

He looks back at the woman. "Joan. How many newborns has Harmony recruited at the start of a cycle?"

"L-Let me check…" Joan uses her watch. "Uh… n-none, Meba. This is their first year."

He grins. "Just as I thought."

He snaps his fingers. "Good. Okay. There is something you can do that will assist Empiric, and then we can forgive this little transgression that occurred."

"B-But… the point was for me to join. To get out of Kura-"

"Are you saying you deserve to join Empiric after your false information, you orange-rank?"

The way the man looks at Joan makes her shiver. "N-No. S-Sorry." Her grip tightens even more.

"Listen closely. This is what you're going to do…"

Back in the present time...

"It's a good thing the rumours were true. That dirty man has been stopping regularly at that awful shop for the last 3 years. Made it very easy for us to get him."

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The bald man, Meba, walks with his 2 goons on a dirt road.

"How long have we been walking? This is horrendous. We are easily still 30 minutes away from the nearest station."

"S-Sorry Meba. I'm having a bit of trouble…"

The goon apologizing is the one carrying Easton, Kiran and Garnett. They are all lying completely still in a floating wooden cage. Well… almost all are completely still.

"LET ME OUT! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS S&%#!"

Easton is the only one who manages to get up to his knees. He slams his fist over and over against the wooden bars. Each slam causes the goon to flinch a bit.

"This is what happens if Empiric sends an orange-rank manipulator with me. You can't handle a red-rank's strikes?" Meba belittles.

The goon looks down. "It's harder than it looks."

Meba walks with his hands in his pockets. He stares at the seemingly never-ending nature in front of him—the sound of the wood being hit rackets in the background.

"Can someone shut him up?! I'm getting pissed."

"Yes Meba sir." The other goon not carrying the newborns walks towards the cage. "Hey! Stop with your racket!"

He goes to slam his fist against the fingers around the wooden bar, but Easton grabs him through it. He holds the goon's shirt and pulls him into the cage. The goon immediately gets back and has a bruised nose.

"Ah! Dammit!" He holds his hands up and rubs his nose

Easton looks at his hand. "I couldn't hold my grip… what the hell is going on with my muscles? Was there something in the noodles??"

Kiran looks at Easton. He was able to turn his head from the other side. "How can Easton move? I can barely move my head."

Garnett whispers, "Kiran, what is going on?! I cannot see nor move!" His head faces away from the commotion.

"Easton can move! I have no idea how," whispers Kiran back.

Easton looks at the goon and hits again, grinning. "Hahaha! You idiot! Now let me out before I kick your butt."

"Tch! You little…"

Meba looks at the goon who got hit. "Everyone hold still. This red-rank newborn seems to misunderstand something." He turns and walks towards the cage, staring at Easton.

"Listen here scum. From now on you'll be quiet. If I hear a peep from you again, there will be trouble."

Easton holds up his hand to block his eyes. "What did you say? The sun is glaring off of your bald head. I can't focus."

Meba's hands ball up into fists. A vein appears on his head.

"Open it."

"Yes, Meba."

The wooden bars in front of Easton float away.

"Finally! Have you all decided to listen to me?"

Meba grabs Easton by the collar of his orange jumpsuit and throws him on the ground.

"Urgh!"

"The only one that needs to listen is you, red-rank."

Meba looms over Easton who sits on the ground. Easton wipes some of the dirt away from his mouth and spits to the ground.

"I thought I told you I didn't want to join your stupid guild!"

"What do you mean?"

Meba's face contorts. He starts to recognise the brat in front of him.

"Oh right. You're the red-rank I saw at Kura. The one who so rudely made a scene." He takes a step forward. "The one that cost the Empiric Guild."

"Empiwhat? That sounds like a terrible- ARGH!"

Easton gets up to his knees but gets kicked in the gut. This causes him to hunch over. Meba, whose hands are in his pockets, moves right up to Easton.

"You have disrespected Empiric enough as is. I will not hear a single word out of you anymore."

"Heh heh… you disrespected me first! With that… piss low creditation offer!"

"You stupid red-rank… I have heard enough trash backtalk out of you."

Meba gets ready to kick Easton.

"Hey! Don't hit him!"

Kiran yells from the cage. This causes Meba to turn his head. "What?!"

He sees that another newborn has somehow got half his upper body up. "How are these 2 moving?! The yellow rank is completely down. I swore I used enough of my gift. Did I use too much to kill that dirty man? No… this doesn't make sense."

"We didn't want to join this guild! You can't hit him!" yells Kiran.

The vein in Meba's head intensifies again. "These newborns…"

Meba grinds his teeth, "Is a red-rank telling me what to do?"

"I don't care about my rank! You can't hit him!"

"And why's that? Cause the OmniOne says so? Because I shouldn't disrupt the balance? I'm not. I'm not killing him. I'm making sure he understands the balance."

Kiran looks at Meba. Meba's eyes are dark, and evil intentions appear to illuminate from them. It makes Kiran feel cold, but he slightly smiles. "He's so scary! But it worked. He's focused on me. Easton can hopefully take this chance to run before he gets hit again!"

"Didn't someone teach you that when you hit somebody you shouldn't take your eyes off them?"

"Huh-"

BAM!

A punch from Easton lands straight on Meba's jaw.