[BOOK II] Chapter XXIII - XXVI: People Are Just Too Horny

Another question would be why I didn’t just use the flying horse to fight it. Well, while Aegis may be higher in terms of realm of power, the high elf was definitely more experienced in the combat department. But, that’s besides the point since all high elves revered anything their goddess touched so I didn’t have to worry about a show-down between two strong beings.

In the end, without wanting to fight, I only really had one option I could do which did involve the flying horse. I will use it, very, very soon. I just had to distract the short elf enough for me to get on it because if she called my bluff on my speed, she would blast me quicker than I could say my own name.

“So, what do you say?” I meandered tentatively to Aegis, and wished I had a divine stick to beat the stupid horse’s ass. “Let’s just let bygones be bygones, eh?”

“Do not play tricks with me!”

Every hair on my body stood up. The ground just inches behind me disappeared in a flash of light, and a rumble of thunder. I couldn’t even react, but I had to play it off like I did.

With cold sweat dripping down my back, I stared confidently up at the little elf. “Oh, if that’s the speed of your attack, you’re not getting anywhere near me.”

Her aura rose up, as she prepared for a faster attack but I pointed at the flying horse munching peacefully on the grass. Stupid horse.

“Ah-ah. Not so fast, milady,” I mock-bowed. “Do you really want to bet with the goddess’s gift on the line?”

Fayeth squeezed her hands into fists, before biting her lips hard enough to draw blood.

Then finally, she pulled her hair in frustration. “RARGH!” The clouds darkened, and lightning crackled in the sky.

“Oh, I should kill you!” Fayeth gritted her teeth and tried to Vader-choke me from her position. “Oh, better yet, I should rape you! Little human twinks like you know nothing but to service a good high-elven cock.”

More hair stood up on my body. I made the mistake of taking a glance at the short elf, and remembered that anger and lust were so directly connected within the high elven race, a feature they took after their creator. Trust me, I know.

So, while the little elf was fuming and having a hard-on about how she was going to impregnate my fat arse with her young, I had made it to my lovable flying steed.

Now, one thing you needed to know about pegasi was that they were one of the most naturally fastest creatures in the entire realms which is why the little elf frothed just from being able to stand beside Aegis. Need I remind you, their speed was so fast that the moment a baby pegasi was born, it already had enough speed to run from Texas to Nebraska in a matter of hours, hence their status as a mythical race.

Aegis was a King Pegasi.

“Your speed’s a little limited here but you’ll do finely,” I petted my lovable pet and got on him.

Then, I whistled at Fayeth. “Hey!”

She turned to me, eyes full of confusion and wonder - wondering what I was trying to do before I saw realization dawn on her face.

The dark clouds parted, and fiery lightning crackled down. “You son of a who-”

“Bye, little elf!” Before the fiery lightning turned me to ash, Aegis kicked the ground and suddenly, I was out of the forest. I giggled under the afternoon sun, and thanked my own intellect for being able to live another day.

Now, then, onwards to HighTown!

***

I sat down, having a cup of coffee that was just the right amount of heat and sugar. That’s right, there was coffee in this world, and it was pretty good too.

For the first time in a while, I felt like I could finally relax and have a good time planning my next moves. My ears perked, tuning out the sound of minstrels and bards singing downstairs and the couples that were having a massive fuckfest next doors. If I had taken down my cloak, I was pretty sure my constitution would somehow lead me to being in the center of such orgies.

It was hard, having such a nubile body and a fat arse.

That’s right. I had reached HighTown, pretty quick in fact since it only took me like an hour to get there with Aegis’s speed. Where was Aegis? Apparently, inside my soul or something through the power of magic, or divinity to be specific.

The little tavern room I was chilling in was pretty comfy and only cost me around 10G per night which was around 10 dollars. Luckily, Ivanka happened to. . .generously place a pouch full of Gs in my bag so I didn’t really have to worry too much about the price. Even if I had to worry though, 10G for one night was very worth it.

I sat on my bed, putting the empty mug of coffee down and closed my eyes, zoning out from the world and entering my realm of self, which was empty but a good place to collect my thoughts.

What powers do I hold under my arsenal?

Divinity? Check-ish.

Martial Arts/Chi? Check.

Aegis? Check.

Constitution Of The Maiden? Check.

Dress Of Heaven? Somewhat Check. I needed to unlock the rest of the abilities which would take quite a long time.

I had 5 main powers under my belt right now, and while they may not be super overpowered for now, with time, I was confident I could polish them. Right now, I had to focus on a question that had been plaguing me since Ivanka’s training.

What do I do now?

Now that I had tempered too much with the story’s timeline, I can only kiss my plan to live quietly in a remote place goodbye. My only option now was to participate in the story’s events, which begged the question; How much do I want to interfere in it?

The one and perhaps the only thing that guaranteed my survival throughout the entire forthcoming events was my knowledge of the future, and the game. For example, just with my knowledge of where the world items are, I could explore and wield them to become the strongest being in all of the myriad realms, but then like my favorite uncle said, with great power comes great responsibility.

Besides, I didn’t have the motivation to find all the 12 world items to begin with. I was very much a person who bit when bit first, and even then I’d still wonder if it would be worth the hassle.

I snapped my fingers. My head lit up like a lightbulb.

What if I simply push all of that power to other people?

Since I was already interfering with the events, it really didn’t matter if I hastened the plot a little quicker and maybe manipulate the characters a little bit in finding their inner strength, or finishing their training, or killing their king or whatever ratchet plots were stirring in the world. Of course, I had to be careful with not tempering the events too much to the point I couldn’t recognise which is which but otherwise, it should be okay.

How hilarious would it be if a random mob killed the Demon God instead?

But, before I could do all of that manipulation, I had to first be strong enough to do said manipulation. And, what was the fastest way to get stronger?

It was simple. Grind, and fight opponents stronger than yourself. Then, take their shit but of course this option wasn’t available to me.

Even with martial arts, I was still too support-orientated to go around challenging people to duels. No, I needed a team, or a party of people that would take most of the hits for me before I dealt the finishing blow and took all of the shit.

I opened my eyes, and turned to take a glance at an insignia hung upon the walls, of whose color was complete red and blue, taking the shape of a dragon.

“The Adventurer’s Society.”

While there were other ways to find talented people, in my memory, the most talented but undiscovered, naive people were always in the Adventurer’s Society. Not to mention, I was in HighTown and it was going to be a full moon tonight, where someone who had the most broken attack-oriented ability, was going to appear, absolutely lost and trashed after the fiasco in the Adventurer’s Society [HighTown Branch].

I shook my head, remembering the woman’s tragic past. She might probably have the most tragic past in history but then I guess it was required so that she didn’t misuse her ability. Oh, but I was going to make her misuse her powers, especially if it’s for me.

My party would be of four people, including me. An attack, support, defense and magic users who would later be the best in their own categories, and would use said best for the benefit of me. My little underlings who would never fail to protect me, or kill the people I need removed.

Well, that’s set then.

In my mind, an outline of a plan was beginning to form. A plan that would ensure I was in the safest place in the world, surrounded by people who listened only to me.

The candle on my table flickered, weak under the full light of the moon. My heart ached and my soul throbbed, longing to see the goddess of that shiny night rock in the sky.

Pleasure later, action now. I took a deep breath, and rushed to grab my cloak before heading towards the Adventurer’s Society. Oh, the taste of security was especially sweet tonight.

Then, I opened the doors as I took the first steps of my plan.

***

The Adventurer’s Society looked exactly as it did in the game, only more lifelike. It was furnished with the highest order of wood, decorated with ornate colors of red and blue, as banners of arms rolled down the clean walls, one of them even belonging to the royal family. On one of such walls, there was a leaderboard, where three people were at the top with a shiny platinum star under their names. One of them would be key to getting my little attack dog.

I took a bite out of the potato stew, and had to be careful not to hit the big, dark hood around my head. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that the potato stew wasn’t that bad, at least by medieval standards.

“What did you say?!”

“Yo’ hear’d me!”

“Oy, Keep it down there, you rabid cunts!”

Unfortunately for the Adventurer’s Society, no matter how pristine you kept your walls, there would always be ruffians who would fuck everything up.

I turned to look at the bunch of ruffians yelling at the quivering, little receptionist who seemed much too of a coward to be an official bearing the Society’s name. But, I knew better than to judge things at first glance.

I smiled. It looks like the side event is finally beginning. For a second there, I thought it would never start.

“A-As I said, dear adventurer, you cannot submit materials less than that of your adventurer ranking and class,” The receptionist stuttered. “A-As yo-you are a a M-Mapper, you can only submit a m-map of a dungeon or r-ruin. This is to prevent the 5 classes of the Ad-Adventurer Society from st-stealing cre-credit.”

There were two ruffians who were kicking up a fuss.

One was a gigantic woman, even bigger than the man, and looked much too like an orc for me to wonder who her actual parents were. She also had the lust of an orc, since I could see the way her eyes were looking at the receptionist like she was meat. I have an inclination to believe this orc-like woman was the type to frequent a whore-house.

And, then the other was a brutish-looking human male who had muscles for brains, and carried a big shield and sword as if to compensate for something. This was, surprisingly, the Mapper who was throwing a tantrum.

The man’s face turned red and puffed like a balloon. “This is fuckin’ stupid! How were we supposed to kno’ that?!”

“Eek!” The receptionist squealed. “P-Please don’t yell at me. .”

This was when the orc-like woman came in, keeping a firm hand on the little, raging man’s shoulder which instantly calmed the man. No, you could say he was frozen in fear and I wondered what she did to make him that scared.

“Now, now, Brutus, let’s keep a calm head, shall we?” The orc-like woman said, flashing her Silver badge which shone brighter than the Iron badge the man wore. “This is no way to treat a fine lady now, is it?”

“Tha-Yo-You’re right as always, D-Dhog.”

Finally, Dhog and Brutus had revealed themselves, which meant that my theory was right. The side event was just as I had remembered it, which would mean that person was going to appear soon.

Dhog then proceeded to give a flashing smile to the receptionist, which just scared the poor lady even more since that orc-face just did not go well with smiles.

“Let’s do this again, shall we?” The orc-like woman said. “Brutus and I here, know the rules of the Society, but unfortunately, our Cook, Support and Wanderer died, leaving us with all of their. . .this loot.”

Dhog tapped the spatial ring on her thick, index finger. “Right here.”

“Surely, you’re not telling us we have to dump all of this fine loot, our three. . .comrades sacrificed their lives to get?” Dhog shook her big head. “That would be an injustice!”

Something told me Dhog didn’t really regard the other three members in her party as comrades. I would even bet that she was even glad that they died since she’d get more of the loot, although I wondered why she didn’t just kill Brutus so that she got all of the loot. Maybe it would be too suspicious if everyone but her died?

Looking carefully at Dhog, I could see with my enhanced eyes that she was strong and definitely deserving of the Silver Adventurer Rank but the long daggers hidden in her pristine cloak gave off the aura of death.

I blinked away the world of auras and energy. I now knew everything I could about Dhog’s personality and all I could say was that she deserved the punishment she was about to get very soon.

I saw the little twitch in Dhog’s shark-like smile when the receptionist just kept shaking her head and denying her stolen loot.

Dhog leaned in to the receptionist, and her smile was gone, leaving behind a bloodthirsty orc-like face. “Is there really nothing you can do?”

“Hii!” The receptionist visibly shrank away. “W-Well, if y-you have someone wi-willing to be a Su-Support, you can ap-appeal for a [Renewal].”

Dhog had a thoughtful look on her face. She then turned to Brutus, who cowered away from the big woman. “Don’t we have that?”

Brutus’s face shone. “Ri-Right. O-Oi, come here you filthy wastrel!” He pulled onto a chain that was connected with a little person that was probably my height, dressed in the worst rags I’d ever seen and smelt like she hadn’t taken a bath in years.

Everyone visibly cringed when the smell of the little filth entered their noses. Me? I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. Finally, my little attacker has arrived.

Dhog took the chains from Brutus, before letting her shark-like smile appear before the receptionist. Brutus removed the hood from the little girl, and her face was revealed to the entire world.

She looked even worse than she did in the game. The little girl had a face of sunken cheeks, dried lips and eyes that looked hollow like she had given up on anything related to hope. There were bruises and scratches under her eyes like someone had beaten her half to the death before reviving her back, only to beat her again. Basically, imagine someone who had received the worst beat-down in the history of mankind, and that was basically what the little girl had gone through.

Dhog looked absolutely disgusted with the little girl’s face, and smell. And, here I thought she would fuck anything with a pussy or an asshole.

“Well?” Dhog’s voice was impatient, like she didn’t want to hold onto the chains for a second longer. “What if she applies for a Support?”

It was just a split second, maybe less, but I caught the flames of anger on the receptionist’s eyes before she went back to her cowering damsel-in-distress persona. Oh, just a little longer, and I would get to see the famous beatdown in the game, in real life with my own two eyes.

“Sh-She could, but i-is she even le-?”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Dhog smiled, even creepier this time. “She’s legal enough to apply for a Support, and last time I checked, the Society shamed no whore nor slave from entering it’s doors.”

“So, prove it.”

“Bu-But then, she would still have to go through the proces-”

BANG!

“Just give me my fucking loot!” Dhog’s eyes were now bloodshot, fists slammed onto the counter as she had finally let go of all pretenses. “Why the fuck do you keep yapping with your tiny, little mouth, eh?!”

Every one of the adventurers suddenly stopped chattering, and turned to whichever idiot was kicking up a huge fuss. In a society full of hot-headed idiots and power-hungry bastards, it was just another Tuesday to see an idiot who hadn’t carefully read the terms and conditions when they signed the contract.

But, this was the first time they’d seen someone idiotic enough to be causing this much commotion when it was that certain receptionist’s shift. In the house, the adventurers had one of two reactions. One, which belonged to the newbies, was a puzzled, inquisitive look on their faces, wondering why everyone had suddenly gone quiet. The other belonged to the veterans, who had stuck around long enough to find out exactly why it was a bad idea to do what the orc-faced woman had just done.

I was of the latter, but while the veterans averted their eyes out of fear, I looked onwards to see the greatest beatdown in history.

“. . .You’re pissing me off.”

“?!”