The God of Culture was drunk when he came up with the ending to Kimetsu No Yaiba, and wanted to make it up to the people within that world. 

Inosuke Hashibira was given three wishes. 

Thrown into an anime world, he is given missions from The God of Culture. 

Honestly, though, it's Inosuke, who's to say whether it'll get done or not.

Born with two unique, never seen before skills, <Perfect Regeneration> and <Undying Soul>, life wasn’t easy for E-333.

Experiment Number 333 — E-333 for short — has been tortured and killed repeatedly for nearly his entire life as a genuine pig due to his unique skills.

His two skills, when combined, basically gave him immortality, and that caused many to believe that he was the secret to eternal life.

However, what they didn’t know was that every time E-333 dies, he would come back stronger, his hatred for this world ever-increasing.

 Apart from the four already finalized foundational creatures, there were still six blank creature templates for Wei Xiao Bei to use. This was more than enough.
 As his thoughts started to branch out, the silhouette of a wolf quickly appeared on a blank creature template in his mind.
 Indeed, this was the form of the Giant Wolves.
 The Life Altar had devoured the corpses of the Giant Wolves and could use those as the foundations of the template. Also, due to the Life Altar's [Gene Assimilation], a clearer and more detailed image of the wolf appeared in Wei Xiao Bei's mind.
 This was very important, as [Gene Assimilation] was undoubtedly an enhanced version of the Life Altar's original skills.
 With the aid of this skill, the template of the fifth foundational creature was quickly finalized.
 Wei Xiao Bei then chose the Flame Giant for the sixth foundational creature template. A Three-Star Terror Creature was more than qualified to serve as a foundational creature template.
 At any rate, there were still plenty of blank templates. If the templates were all occupied, Wei Xiao Bei could simply get rid of some of the existing ones.
 He extended his left hand and flesh threads shot forward, forming into two balls. One was one meter in diameter, while the other was one and a half meters.
 Judging from the size of the balls alone, the Flame Giant and the Giant Wolf were indeed fairly powerful monsters.
 The balls of flesh split open. A small wolf and a miniature Flame Giant climbed out from within and started chewing at their meat shells.
 What happened next caused Wei Xiao Bei's to go wide with astonishment.
 The small wolf and the miniature giant started rapidly growing in size after eating the balls of meat. 
 The wolf grew to two meters in height, while the Flame Giant grew to three meters.
 There was no doubt about it. These two foundational creatures were much stronger as compared to the other foundational creatures.
 This was due to the Life Altar's evolution. The improvement of the Altar had increased the natural strength of the foundational creatures.
 Of course, compared to their original forms, these foundational creatures were still far too weak.
 Wei Xiao Bei examined the status panels of these two creatures. Their attributes weren't particularly extraordinary, standing at an average of 2 points above the previous foundational creatures. The small wolf was One-Star Elite, while the miniature Flame Giant was a Two-Star. They were both much stronger than the One-Star High-Temperature Bird.
 Moreover, the wolf naturally possessed the ability of stealth, while the Flame Giant possessed the ability to manipulate fire.
 Of course, compared to the actual Giant Wolves and Flame Giants, the unique skills possessed by these foundational creatures were far weaker.
 The small wolf was named Shadewolf, while the miniature Flame Giant was named Fire Giant. The names were simple and reflected their unique abilities.
 However, trouble immediately started. The Shadewolf and the Fire Giant suddenly started fighting amongst themselves. Even Wei Xiao Bei couldn't keep them apart from each other. The Shadewolf and Fire Giant remained hostile.
 This was something that Wei Xiao Bei had never expected.
 If someone were to suggest that the hatred between the Giant Wolves and Flame Giants would have been inherited by their foundational creatures, he would have laughed it off as a joke.
 However, the situation remained the same no matter what he tried. The few additional Shadewolves and Fire Giants he cultivated still viewed each other as enemies. Wei Xiao Bei had no choice but to keep them completely separate. Otherwise, they would break out into a fight whenever they got too close.
Wei Xiao Bei then did [Enhanced Modulation] on the Shadewolf and the Fire Giant.
 He didn't dare to make too many modifications as he didn't have a lot of evolution points at the moment. He simply increased their size and strengthened their muscles slightly. The Shadewolf went to four meters, while the Fire Giant went to nine.
 For this purpose, Wei Xiao Bei had to exhaust 1500 evolution points. There was no doubt that the cost of using [Enhanced Modulation] on the Shadewolf and the Fire Giant far outweighed the cost of doing so to the Digging Pig.
 Thus, the Shadewolf and the Fire Giant were both raised to Two-Star Elite.
 After finalizing the changes to these two foundational creatures, Wei Xiao Bei then used [Enhanced Modulation] on all the previous foundational creatures as well, spending another 3000 points to do so.
 At this point, all of Wei Xiao Bei's foundational creatures were at Two-Star Elite, leaving only the Weakling Pig at Two-Star.
 This Weakling Pig was simply too much of a point-guzzler.
 Over 2000 evolution points had been spent on the Weakling Pig alone.
 Thus, Wei Xiao Bei's reserves of points fell harshly. He now only had 382 points.
 At this point, he felt like the evolution points were truly not sufficient for all his uses.
 He reached out with his left hand!
 Flesh threads came spewing forth from the opening!
 In just a few seconds, ten palm-sized flesh balls had formed.
 Twenty seconds later, all the balls split apart as small pigs the size of a finger-joint emerged from within. The pigs then jumped on the balls of flesh and started devouring them.
 These Weakling Pigs looked the same as the appearance that Wei Xiao Bei had finalized in his mind.
 Even after devouring the balls, the Weakling Pigs did not grow in size. Instead, their bodies turned more sturdy and muscular.
 The Weakling Pigs had undergone a tremendous change after the [Enhanced Modulation].
 Firstly, their size shrank. Wings had also grown on their backs. Their life force had also been greatly improved.
 These Weakling Pigs had no combat prowess to speak of, yet was still rated at Two-Star. This was a testament to their tremendous life force. These Weakling Pigs would not need to eat for another month after this meal.
 Moreover, their unique [Weakling] skill had been further improved. They would easily be overlooked even if they were placed right in front of an enemy.
 "Go! "
 Wei Xiao Bei gave his orders through the telepathic connection.
 The ten Weakling Pigs scattered in the blink of an eye. They each chose a direction and flew forward with their wings, vanishing from Wei Xiao Bei's sight after ten meters.
 Though Wei Xiao Bei could confirm the positions of the Weakling Pigs through their telepathic connection, he could only catch the silhouettes of the Weakling Pigs within twenty meters of his [Response Search]. Any further and the skill would be affected by [Weakling], making it impossible to discover the pigs.
 There was no denying that the Weakling Pigs were exceptional at hiding themselves. There was nothing more suitable for scouting and tracking enemies.
 Wei Xiao Bei could then use his telepathic connection to observe the Weakling Pig's surroundings and grasp the situation of remote locations.
 The Weakling Pigs' flight speed was slightly higher than the High-Temperature Birds. The only problem was their size that caused them to be easily blown astray under strong wind conditions.
 Of course, these were only small nuisances.
 Once the Weakling Pigs had put some distance between themselves and Wei Xiao Bei, the situation of their surroundings streamed into his mind.
 Approximately three dozen Flame Giants were heading toward the World Tree, twelve kilometers to the east. Fifty Flame Giants were marching forward eight kilometers south. A hundred and thirty-four Frost Giants were traveling nine kilometers to the north.
 Information from even further away had yet to be fed back to Wei Xiao Bei due to the speed of the Weakling Pig.
 Given the current circumstances, it seemed as if many giants were appearing around the World Tree.
 Were the giants preparing for something? An all-out offensive?
 Soon, these giants heading toward the World Tree were ambushed and attacked.
 Giant Wolves, Giant Pythons and even more docile reindeers appeared in their paths, attacking them relentlessly.
 Wei Xiao Bei, who had kept his [Electromagnetic Field] activated all this while, could feel an intense wave sweep across his entire body. An intense impulse rose in his heart, causing him to develop a passionate hatred toward the giant, so much so that he wanted to kill them with his own hands.
 However, [Indomitable Spirit] activated. The combat records showed that [Indomitable Spirit] had only eliminated part of the effects. Wei Xiao Bei still had a faint impulse within him to kill the giants.
 Wei Xiao Bei's eyes turned toward the towering World Tree. That wave had come from the tree.
 Even all ten of the Weakling Pigs had felt that wave.
 If that was the case, then the range of the wave was fairly large.
 According to his estimations, the wave probably enveloped the entire area beneath the World Tree's canopy.
 Disregarding everything else, just this range and this power to affect the depths of the heart was only possible by something at the World Tree's level.
 In the end, the multiple battles seemed to have attracted the attention of the Einherjars, for they started moving out as well. The Weakling Pigs alone picked up over a dozen armies of Einherjars, some with only a hundred soldiers, others with over a thousand.
 These armies allowed the slowly losing World Tree to push the situation back to a stalemate.
 Wei Xiao Bei couldn't help but be glad to see this happen.
 A large battle like this was always good news for him.
 He was alone, after all. Regardless of whether it was the giants or the World Tree's forces under attack, the battles meant that he had the chance to muddy the waters and profit greatly.
 This was particularly crucial now that his reserves of evolution points had dried up and was in dire need of replenishment!
 Wei Xiao Bei quickly started getting to work as the war raged on.
 He extended his left hand and ten balls of flesh were created. Each one of them was three meters in diameter. 
 This move immediately exhausted 2000 pieces of flesh from the Life Altar's flesh reserves.
 A ball of this size took long to cultivate.
 After an entire minute, the balls of flesh split open and ten Digging Pigs emerged. They grew to seven meters in height after feasting on their shells.
 Wei Xiao Bei continued to spew out more flesh threads and cultivate even more Digging Pigs. By the time the flesh reserves were empty, there were over fifty Digging Pigs before him.
 This wasn't the end of it yet. The corpse of the Flame Giant in his storage bracelet was also absorbed and another fifteen Digging Pigs were created.
 The appearance of the Digging Pigs was now somewhat different than before.


One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World?
Author's Synopsis:
What the hell is this? What the hell happened here?
How did my room become so ruined after a single night?
The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile.
The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust.
The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it.
Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe.
Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static.
After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia.
Mother… is this a dream?
This must be a dream!

Eight months after he awakened his class, Kayne was lying in bed recovering from another beating. Ever since he had learned what his class was everyone in the castle started either ignoring or actively antagonizing him.

He was currently lying in his bed recovering from another of his quasi daily beatings. He had tried to get help, but the only person who didn't give up on him was his sister. She had stayed with him through it all. 

She was currently tending to his wounds silently with tears in her eyes. She was walking around the room with herbs putting them into different bowls to boil them at different temperatures. Kayne was directing her on what to do with them.

He had learned as much as he could from books and he had managed to memorize most of them to his large surprise. He had also practiced his healing skill (slow bleeding) on the pig, which he had named Whyvern because he was never good with names but Whyvern seemed to like his name so he kept it. He felt like {Stop bleeding} was getting better however his stats never changed so he doubted if it was actually getting better.

He was pulled from his thoughts by his sister's voice.

"Um Kayne? I think I just got my class!"

Kayne could clearly hear the excitement in her voice and he felt excitement for her and asked.

"That's great! What is it."

"It's... Hero!"

She responded, in the most excited voice she had spoken with since Kayne was revealed to be a support class. Kayne on the other hand just continued to lay on his bed with his mouth hanging open in awe.

Kayne had read about many classes and hero was the most popular so he had read a lot about it. It was one of the unique style classes. At any point in time there couldn't be more than one person with any of the unique class. It wasn't known why, however one of the leading theorys was that there was only one of each unique class and it just got transferred to a new person when the previous owner died.

Most unique classes where unknown because when someone saw that their class style was labeled {unique} they would often try to hide it. However hero was one that always ended up revealed because the skills are all iconic.

He was about to congratulate his sister when the voice he hadn't heard outside of checking his status for the past eight months resounded through the world. This time it wasn't only in his head and every one could hear it.

[The 100th hero has been born and, due to unstable space dilations, the human population needs to be decreased. What will follow will be a trial. Everyone on Feren will be forced to fight demons of strength relative to the total levels of the people involved in the fight.]

following that announcement a hole seemed to appear mid air and some sort of humanoid creature stepped out before dashing towards Kayne and his sister. Kayne's sister suddenly shouted.

"Sword of the Righteous"

Following her shout she attacked with the sword that magicaly materialized in her hand. She instantly dissected the humanoid that Kayne presumed was a demon. Kayne then cast [boost speed] and [boost strength] on his sister and only then did he realize that he didn't need to say his skills to cast them but all other skills he had seen been used required the caster to shout something. 

Kayne cut off that line of thought to stay focused on the fight. He quickly got out of bed and stood with a wall to his back so he could watch the whole fight. He was amazed by his sister managing to hold off three demons and even kill them efficiently enough to keep up with the ones still exiting the portal.

Two demons died in one sword strike by Kayne's sister but just then five more exited the portal and managed to start pushing Kayne' s sister back. 

Kayne instinctively lunged forward to help his sister before realising there was nothing he could do. He was about to return to the wall when he felt a shadow fall over him. His sister glanced at him then her eyes widened she instantly activated two skills in a row quickly. One was a slice that cut through the six demons surrounding her then another made her and Kayne switch places Kayne suddenly appeared around the corpses of the demons she had just killed quickly turned around and got hit by his sister who was flying towards him after being hit by the demon.

Kayne helped her get to her feet but by then the demon had almost hit him. Once again his sister got between them however this time she managed to attack she stabbed the demon through the head but at the same time the demons claw went through her chest. 

Kayne instantly panicked and started casting [slow bleeding] over and over on his sister. However it wasn't enough her life faded quickly from her eyes and Kayne started crying he continued to cast [slow bleeding] on her body even though there was no way it would work. He kept on casting even through the  exhaustion he had learnt came from over using skills he even continued casting two more times after having passed out.

He didn't notice because he was uncontious and the entire event was invisible. However his sister's soul didn't return to the heavens instead his constant casting of [slow bleeding] managed to interfere with the remnants of space magic and her hero power and a million other details and transferred her soul to Whyvern.

If he had seen it however he would have been surprised, as the only way her soul could have transferred was if the vessel was good enough and the only good enough vessel would be a spirit beast created by the magic power of the person the soul was closest connected to. 

The only possibility was that Kayne was way stronger than he thought and he had a hidden unique style class. Of course, Kayne had no way of knowing any of this.

The story begins with an overused cliché. The main character, a 16 year old kid name Kayne, gets reincarnated. From there the first ten years pass in a blur with him getting very close to the family that raised his reincarnated self. On his tenth birthday he learns that his class in a support style which leads to him being looked down upon. 8 months later the world goes through a cataclysmic event. Everyone must pass a trial in which the failure is death. After Kayne's sister saves him by using her life and abilitys as a hero, Kayne realises he is the last surviving support class. 

I am no professional, so don't expect perfection. However I will try to keep the story interesting. Advice is apreciated.

Adam read all the body tempering manuals 
Stone body, Diamond skin, Vicious art . 
[I need to find more guinea pig. ] Adam thought.
Adam remember about girl in slum.
Adam went for slum to find the little girl. When Adam enter her house he found her absorbing Qi from core which Adam gave her. 
Her mother was also beside her. This is a small room. They don't have much as her mother sleep mostly to recover. 
Now both of them look healthy. The girl was Qi sensing level 2. She was much faster than normal kid. It must be because the experience she got from dantian. 
"I am going to help you." Adam told little girl.
When she hear his voice she was happy. Adam gave her diamond skin cultivation method and order to cultivate. He also prepared ingredients for liquid. She started to cultivate. 
After Adam use his method to control his Qi to convert her skin to get diamond toughness. This was mid level mortal grade skill which is limited to skin.
Adam then gave her stone body manual and said
"Cultivate this now"
Adam let her cultivate stone body now to know reaction between two different body tempering method. 
Stone body was different than iron body. Iron body had different stages. Stone body affect entire body. It gave stone like toughness to body. 
Then Adam change her body like stone body manual. The same thing happened like Scarlett her body undergoes change. She now have a unique constitution. 
[Even thought I use two different methods. It shows same result. Earlier I thought that I have to change body with same or similar pattern. But it seems that I was wrong when body undergoes change to certain extent it will break body's limit to evolve into higher constitution ] Adam thought
Adam then look at her mother she was a mortal. He has to experiment on her to find changes in mortal body. Adam order her mother 
"Now it's your turn"
She was suprise
"But I am a mortal," mother
Adam "just follow my order"
She followed him.
Adam then change her skin to have Diamond hardness, Muscles to get Iron tensile strength , organs to stone toughness and bones to iron strength-flexibility. 
Like her daughter her body undergoes change to acquire special constitution. 
Adam doesn't use Vicious art because it's different than other it absorb beast blood and get its strength. This method work mostly outside the body. It absorb beast Qi to strengthen the body. This method doesn't change anything inside body. 
After testing few things Adam ask both of them , "Now I will gave you option to choose"
"You can become poison cultivator which will protect you both in future but it will be difficult for you to find a man or you will be unable to have a physical relationship. There is a possibility that you will be able to control poison Qi in future which can solve this problem. But I won't guarantee it  " 
Adam stop for awhile and said " Choose you want it or not"
While mother was thinking daughter ask
"Are they strong "
 "Have you heard about psychotic person who lives in residential area?" Adam ask
Daughter "Yes"
Adam ask again "Is he stong"
Daughter " Yes many people fear him , even Prince doesn't go there anymore."
"He is a Poison user, This is also the reason people fear him because he can poison you even if you stronger than him." Adam told her .
Daughter ask again " Are you a Poison user"
"Yes, I am" Adam answer.
At that time Mother made her decision and ask "Will it cause any harm to us "
She was worried about poison affecting them.
Adam answer "No it won't"
"You will be immune to the type of poison you are cultivating but not other" Adam added.
"Please teach us" mother
Adam finally ask them " What is you names"
They realised Adam never ask there names. Adam doesn't want to get involved but now they become his people. So he asked there name. 
"My name is Olivia and her is sophia" mother answer.
Adam gave sophia a Rank 1 bone melting spider core and said "Absorb it "
Adam control her body to block pain and repairs her damaged. She absorb poison Qi which will melt things where it goes. After few hours she was able to recover and stabilize her condition. Adam found out that Body tempering was useful it reduces damage or it would have taken days rather than few hours. When she was able to absorb core without any problem Adam shift his focus on Olivia. 
Adam gave her core and ask to eat it. She eat the core but her stomach didn't burst as it has stone toughness. But she got poison Adam gave her some spiders part to eat. He treat her till she stabilize.
After Adam explained them few things and gave them two storage rings. He got them from Scarlett. He gave them few Rank 1 spider bodies with core for further development. 
Adam told Oliva
"Both of your method are different so don't copy each other. Olivia you are mortal your  cultivation is completely different from normal method. You will have strength of beast and will fight like a Barbarian. Normal method are useless to you. You swallow a core and then eat same best meat to absorb it quickly. If core and meat belong to different beast it will decrease absorption rate. You can't teach this method to anyone. If a normal person swallow a core they will die. You were able to survive because I changed your body. " 
Then told Sophia " You are a normal cultivator with poison Qi. You can cultivate normally. In future if your dantian is destroyed then you can cultivate like Olivia. But you have to start from Rank 1 core. Swallowing core While having dantian even if it's damaged will cause reaction and destroy each other. So if your dantian can be repaired then don't swallow core but if can't then complete destroy it and then swallow core."
Then Adam gave them some normal weapon with every type. 
Adam told few more things and return back home.

Adam transmigrate into a week mortal human. Who is unable to cultivate because he don't possess Meridians and Dantian. He can't practice normal skill , weapon ,etc . Which require meridians to practice and use. He has to find his own way to become stronger. The only way left to him is , to experiment based on Earth knowledge and improve himself.

It was a great day, a definitely great day! Especially for those people who love to eat poultry food, there's no one who could ignore such delicious delicacies. A day where the dazzling sun was enshrouded by a group of gigantic beasts. Giant chickens who were circling above the clouds, emitting unique sounds that could pierce one soul. Couple with the two people who were competing with their cries. A truly magnificent day!

As the two of them continued their fierce battle on who had the loudest crying voice, it naturally attracted a large number of attentions. The rooted citizens instantly turned their heads as they look puzzled at Luan Jose and Gu Lao.

Were these two become extremely frightened to the point that they could cry louder than a newborn baby? Or crying louder could help them lessened their fear?

Whatever the reason, Gu Lao and Luan Jose successfully provoked their attention, which also discovered by Luan Jose.

"Eh? Urgh! I've remembered now! All of you were clearly looking at the sky just a while ago! Were all of you frustrated and sick as well?" Luan Jose was unable to find another suitable answer on why they were looking at the sky, hence he thought that they were also afflicted by the same virus.

It was naturally replied by the people murderous gaze. What would you feel if a person suddenly asked you, if you're frustrated or sick?

Luan Jose didn't mind their gaze like knives, he really thought that a virus had been spread that led the people to be like him. He felt scared, anxious and worried about the event that he would die, but, with these many people by his side, death would be more exciting. He could just talk to them about life, discussed about people problems or misfortunes, and maybe he could find another Otaku like him. As these plans pop out into Luan Jose mind, he finally thought that maybe dying was not a bad thing.

Luan Jose came back to his senses after sensing their loveable gazes, he cleared his throat and spoke loudly, "Brothers and Sisters, I, Luan Jose was the person that managed to find out about the virus. This virus could make one person frustrated then befallen from being sick. The things in the sky were just a part of these virus symptoms, such as illusion and unwanted dreams."

Luan Jose paused for a moment then look at Gu Lao, and after seeing the I.D Gu Lao wore, he continued to say " Furthermore, this we're not baseless accusations. This was proven by our brother here, Gu Lao. One more! He also said that this virus was deadly and can't be cured by any medicines in this world! As his kind brother, I console him about the matter of dying. Dying was just a matter of time for anyone, and these were things we can't change. I really feared that base on Brother Gu Lao expression a while ago, the virus had already spread in his body. Sigh, what a good brother, just dying early."

Luan Jose felt sadness into his mind. He just found a good brother, yet the world was indeed cruel to take it away from him.

The crowd couldn't make head or tails of what was happening right now. After hearing that youth, they all felt that this might indeed the case. After all, there's no way a chicken could fly. They looked at the lamenting Luan Jose then finally the crying Gu Lao. Maybe it was true, were they really sick or frustrated?

After hearing Luan Jose speech, Gu Lao cried even more. What's more, the crowd around him seems really believed at Luan Jose. He wanted to explain but also feared that this strange youth would make another bullshit lies, hence tears continue to flow in his eyes. Hoping that the God could help him this time.

"Bro-brother Luan Jose, I think what you said was true. These past few days, I've always felt stress and hungry all the time. I'm clearly not this before, in the past I could just eat 10 plates of rice a day, but just this week it suddenly increased by 20 plates of rice! I think I'm also frustrated, just that I don't know if it already spread on my body. What do you think brother Luan Jose?" No matter how poor one eyesight was, it won't surely miss this big fatty. This fatty truly resembles a giant meatball, with its round face and big ball-like belly.

Luan Jose turned around and see the fatty who's trembling nonstop. This was the same fatty he saw on the day that the invader from another world made messed in the Earth. As he sensed a feeling of having another comrade, he straightened his back and clasped his hands on his back. Like a sage in the sky who was looking at the mortal world below.

"What's your name brother?"

Luan Jose asked.

"Da Zhu, bro-brother, but ot-other call me Big pig."

Luan Jose understands why others called him Big Pig. Although he was not a pure Chinese, he still understands what the person saying because of his father, who taught him Mandarin since he was small. Da means Big and Zhu means Pig, he really can't help but to feel puzzled about their weird names.

"Trembling nonstop, drop of sweats on your face, an increase of daily food, hmmm, it seems the virus had already spread in your belly, Brother DaZhu."

"My Belly?" DaZhu was startled and took a deep breath after hearing Luan Jose explanation.

"Indeed, and it seems you've only had a month or two before you truly die. Sigh, go home brother, prepare for everything and live your life to its fullest." Luan Jose shook his head, was really dying this easy? He can't help but to think if this virus also spread into other places.

DaZhu was exceedingly terrified as he kneeled on the ground, death was already knocking on his house before he could even get a girlfriend? He was still a virgin without any experience about making love! Was the heaven really intended to punish him? Yes, he was a high ranking immortal in terms of reading Ero manga, he could boast around the world about his collections under his bed and brag about his files on his computer. But punishing him like this... It seems a bit hard right?

"An idiot who was spouting nonsense and a pig who believe in an idiot."

Luan Jose turned his head on the source of the voice, not just him even DaZhu, Gu Lao and the crowd. The person who just spoke was dress in a neat coat, with its arrogant expression.

The person on a coat continue and said indifferently, " Different realms, various worlds, superpowers and more, these were things that seem impossible but happening right now. So how does flying giant chickens can't be true? Once more if there was really a virus, scientists of the earth would already know it beforehand."

The crowd nodded in unison about what the person in coat said. But they were still terrified, evolutions came early out of their calculations. If they weren't gonna die because of the virus, then they would either die on this gigantic beasts!

The coat in person thought that maybe the youth would be angry about him or continue to defend his words. He felt good inside, he really felt good on others misery. He didn't know why, but he loves to embarrassed other people. Their hateful gazes were like sweet chocolates in his tongue.

Luan Jose was, of course, felt puzzled, there's no virus? Then... his not gonna die?

"Hahaha, I knew it! How comes a kind person like me die in such manner! Thank you brother! You're so kind that you're only second to me on being kind." Luan Jose was jumping up and down, as he ran towards the person in coat, shaking vigorously the latter hand.

LuHou jumped backwards as he tried to digest what was happening right now. That youth thanked him! What about being angry!? What about the hateful gaze!? He turned around and look at Gu Lao, which was also walking towards on him with a glad expression.

"Th-this? Are you also gonna thanked me?" Luhou asked towards Gu Lao.

"How did you know? You're really kind brother as if you're the angel that given to me by the heaven." Gu Lao felt really happy, the heaven answered his praying and sent out this good person.

Luhou was shaking unceasingly, he turned his head to look at his left, yet he can't see a single fatty there. Suddenly he sensed an extreme danger as if a great misfortune would befall at him any moment. The ground was quivering as the air current was being stirred by an unknown being. This time he was certainly sure, the aura of misfortune was going to flatten him. Luhou complexion paled, as cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He turned his head on his back and saw a giant meatball running towards him. He wanted to run, but too late, the misfortune had already jumped over him.

Gazing at the giant meatball above him, Luhou felt insignificant as though he was an ant. With the misfortune above him, Luhou just closed his eyes. Memories quickly crossed over his mind, such as the time he was still sucking up his thumb, from inspecting the growth of his hair below, embarrassing other people, looking at their sweet hateful gaze, and leisurely hearing to their curses akin to a beautiful melody in his ears. These were memories he acquired up until now, whether it was good or bad memories.

Bang!

With this event, the moment Luhou come back to his house. He would surely throw away all the meatballs on his refrigerator.

What!? You're saying that earth was only one of the tiny worlds in the outer realm?

 

Various things suddenly happened in the whole world. A vortex abruptly appeared in the sky, followed by a strange voice. Because of this phenomenon, the earth have been put in a dangerous situation. The vortex was releasing a strange gas that gave birth to countless strange creatures. A continuous evolution of various animals, plants, and trees. The worst part, as this vortex turns out to be a tunnel to another world, and Earth was suddenly found by other races, endangering people from the earth in becoming slaves.

 

Fortunately, humans also gained different abilities, but is this enough? Of course not! Their enemies could fly in the sky, with a single flick of their hands could smash a mountain and split the sea.

 

An ordinary youth gained a peculiar ability, an evolution that different from others. What would happen if a person could wield different abilities that came from anime?

 

What bloodline? I don't even care about that! Your father here had many choices. A blood of Saiyan? Vampire? Ninja? Mafia boss? Magi? Titan? Hahaha, scared? Unfortunately, that was only a tip of an iceberg.

 

So you're fighting me with numbers huh? Hahaha, what an idiotic decision. So what if you have an army, battalion or people you could use? I, your father had Gundams under my leadership!

 

Oh, now you're using your servants, huh? I, your father had Archer, Saber, Gilgamesh, Lancer, etc. under my hands!

 

Magical beasts? Fear, not my brothers! I, your Grandfather had Pokemon and Digimon in my sleeve!

 

You dare to barge in my home! Received my wrath! I would show you the power of anime!

 

What would happen if all the anime characters abilities gather in one body?

 

With the Anime system in his hands, Luan Jose would venture all the world to create his own legend; protecting all the people he cared while slaughtering those who block his path.

The smell of perfume filled the air like a thick could of dust. No one could really pinpoint what the smell was, it's mostly a mix of oils and herbs. The thin paper walls in the rooms around me failed to keep out the sounds. My own room happened to be silent at the moment though. I laid comfortably on a mattress covered in fluffy pillows, a thin silver robe being the only thing covering my smooth pale skin. My walls were decorated with my collection of paper fans, each one unique.
          A knock on the door caught my attention, my emerald green eyes flicking to the door as it slid open. Mistress June, the woman who runs this place, walked in with a scowl on her face.
          "if you keep scowling like that all the time you'll get wrinkles, Mistress" My musical voice mused, singing through out the room
          The Mistress was not amused, " We have a man here who wishes to see you"
          "That's what I'm here for, isnt it? Why haven't you sent him in yet, mistress?"
          "He has no appointment, and he's offering to pay double"
          I tilted my head in confusion, "Desperate men have done the same in the past."
          The Mistress's cold blue eyes gazed around me room disapprovingly before settling on me again, her brown hair pulled into a tight bun at the top of her head.
          "I shall send him in then"
          The Mistress left my room, leaving me to wonder who the man was. I'm one of the more popular girls in the house but late night visits are more rare then people think. I ran my fingers through my silky black hair, my red stained lips pulling into a slight frown.
          Footsteps neared my room and soon enough the door slid open. The Mistress let in a man who stood in the shadow of the doorway. The Mistress slammed the door shut and her footsteps faded.
          I plastered a fake seductive smile onto my face, allowing my fingers to dance over my exposed skin, "what can I do for you, Master?" I purred
          The man emerged from the shadows, the dull light in the room being enough to light his features. His blond hair was messy, almost as if he had just gotten out of bed. His blue eyes had a hit of innocence as he wore a boy-ish grin.
          "So, you're the one my friends have been telling me about"
          It's not our job to know faces or names, just do the job and be done with it. I could follow the name part, but my eyes never forgot a face. This man was unfamiliar, maybe a new client. 
          "Sorry to disappoint" I hummed
          "Trust me Kitten, you dont."
          In no time he had me pinned to the floor and I had him figured out.  He's just another Horny man, no ring so no wife. Maybe he has a lover but she doesn't satisfy his needs. He's the type who wants power, wants to feel powerful. without warning he kissed me roughly, and I had no other choice then to comply. 
          His hands wated no time in pulling the thin robe off me, revealing my curves and flawless skin. His eyes wandered my bare body in awe, something that made me want to spit in his face and call him a pig. I hated this job, but I hate my father more. I'll endure all of this for a paycheck, to live in my crappy apartment, just so I don't have to go home.
          He licked up my neck, his hard bulg pressing against my bare thigh. I ran my hands up his chest as he tore his shirt off, linking them around his neck and pulling him closer. I bit his lip and pulled on it slightly, making him groan.
           This was going to be a long night, a shame I wont enjoy it.
                                   ***
          I sat at the table inside the living space of the brothel. I was wearing regular clothes rather then the crappy robe from last night. A light pink dress decorated my body, hugging my chest before flaring into a loose skirt and ending at my knees. My hair was loose but pinned back, my hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea.
          "Vera, are you ok?" a girl beside me asked
          I turned towards her, her golden hair framing her concerned face. His big brown eyes the definition of innocents. Anna, one of the youngest girls in the house. She's only 16 but men are hungry pigs, a lesson she's learned quite well. I'm young too, only two years older then her but she's like a little kid to me.
          I smiled, "why wouldn't I be?"
          Her eyes trailed to my arms where bruises were evident, a sadness filling her eyes, "last night sounded... painful"
          I nodded, "nothing I couldn't handle"
           I took a sip of my tea, all conversation ending as the Mistress entered the room.
          "good morning girls"
          "Good morning, Mistress" we said in unison
          "here are your weekly paychecks," she said handing out envelopes with money, "you have today and tomorrow off, so spend you time and your money wisely. Undersrood?"
          "Yes mistress" we responded
          "good you're all dismissed"
          With that the Mistress left, leaving us free for the weekend without her breathing down our necks. most of the girls got up to leave but Anna and I didn't. I continued to sip my tea as Anna waited. We often hung out during our days off. 
          when I finished my tea I set it down gently, turning to Anna, "what do you want to do today?"
          She beamed, "I thought you'd never ask"

Screams resounded from beyond a broken, crumbling dorm room that shook the hearts of passerby brave enough to approach it. Some wondered if a murder was happening before their eyes and others postulated that terrible, unspeakable acts existed past the hazy fog that obscured the room.
The shrieks they heard coming from the room made their blood run cold; it sounded like someone was torturing a pig or some other wild animal. It didn't sound human, at the very least. The poor creature's death throes painted a gruesome image in their minds about what was happening to it.
All they remembered seeing was a sudden flash of light and an explosion that rattled them to the bones. A figure cloaked in lightning released a thunderous yell that rippled across the dormitory, sending out waves of raging anima everywhere. Everyone felt their souls tremble in the face of the beast's horrifying display of power.
What happened after this, you ask?
In short: Pandemonium. Already on edge because of Axtorius's lecture, the raging beast turned their brewing anxiety into fully-fledged terror. It wasn't until they heard the beast's chilling demand that they realized who the terrifying figure was in truth.
When her booming voice called for a certain individual to present himself in front of her, they knew all was well, and let out a collective sigh of relief. The end had not come for them. No, it had come for that boy. Almost as if it was the natural order of business...
Who else could bring as much grief to the Winter Princess other than he?
"How do you plead, guilty or not guilty?" she asked.
"Not guilty! I'm an innocent man who has done nothing wrong — beset by an evil, cruel witc-" He couldn't finish his sentence and let out a wretched scream in pain. Every time Reed denied her, she would give him a healthy dose of 'shock therapy' in return. They were at an impasse; both of them were stubborn to the core, much to each other's dismay.
Violett already understood why she'd been 'summoned' here, as her prisoner described it and sighed. Exasperated, she finally let go Reed and took a seat amongst the shattered remnants of Astor's room.
"Don't you ever send me a message like that again, you hear me?" she growled. "Next time you do something like this, I really will hunt you down and lock you up under Kingscrown Castle."
Her heart nearly burst out of her chest when she read Reed's message — it was as if he knew how to drive her insane. The scariest part about it all was that she couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
Given the boy's previous track record, anything and everything was possible when it came to him. As far as she was concerned, Reed might have already been strolling around the Outer Reaches by the time he sent her that damn message.
She brushed off some debris and threw a chocolate that'd been buried underneath the rubble into her mouth. "So, what was it you wanted to know? The Outer Reaches? What to expect during your final trial?" Violett rubbed her temples and let a low, steady groan as she tried her best to remember the past...
"Ahh, it's been decades since that day, you know. Almost 80 years, give or take since I was in your shoes. The final trial is the same for all academies, but the location is different depending on the situation outside and instructor preferences, to be honest," she said. She popped another chocolate in her mouth and crossed her arms pensively.
It'd been an entire lifetime since she'd graduated from the training academy she had been conscripted to back in the day. Most of her former classmates already died in battle, some disappeared abruptly over the years — only a few remained these days — not that she'd ever tell them that.
"If I had to tell you the truth, the whole thing was pretty uneventful despite being nerve-wracking. We encountered no Infested on the way to the outpost; spent a couple hours waiting for everyone to reach the designated zone and then we got picked up a by dropship," she explained.
"So... nothing happened at all? That's surprising," Horatio replied. He even looked a bit disappointed by Violett's story.
"Yeah, what did you think would happen? A crazy fight to the death or a thrilling escape from enemy territory? This isn't an action movie, or some suicide mission into the heart of the Infestation," Violett stated.
She looked at Horatio as if he were an idiot and said, "It's your first mission as real, genuine contenders. Who do you think you are, Rob Cruise? Don't get cocky 'cause you got a couple tricks up your sleeve, greenhorn. The Infestation is not to be trifled with, understand?"
Her face hardened and a dangerous gleam, piercing gleam in eyes struck everyone in the room. "You probably won't see any Infested because we do a damn fine job of clearing the Inner Exclusion Zone, but if you do... never hesitate. Attack with extreme prejudice and use everything at your disposal."
The temperature in the room dropped several degrees as she spoke about the Infested and their general behaviors and attributes. It was a lot to take in, but they all focused their attention on her explanation of the enemy. Suffice to say, Violett had done them a massive favor — one that they'd have to repay someday.
Violett, on the other hand, brushed such juvenile concerns away with indifference. "Just come back alive, all right? You do that and we'll call the debt squared off," she replied. She harrumphed in disapproval and said, "You're all too weak to be thinking about repaying any kind of debts — stay alive and get stronger before you go around acting like adults..."
The group separated after Violett's ominous warning and went back to their own rooms; everyone needed some time to reflect and digest what Violett and Axtorius had told them. Reed shuffled back towards his room but found someone already occupying it, unconcerned with his entrance.
"Where have you been? You missed the meeting we had; also, this is my room, not your personal hideout," Reed said. He took off his uniform and threw himself on the bed, shoving the inconsiderate home intruder out of the way.
"A maiden must have her own secrets," Lu'um said. She tossed a pillow at Reed and continued browsing the Nexus on her tome.
"Is it that time of the mon-," Reed blurted but was swiftly struck right where it hurt the most. He let out a silent gasp in pain as he bit the pillow she threw at him in desperation.
"I will not tolerate such an insult even from you, Ka'an. You would be wise to think before you speak, mine beloved, or else I shall bestow upon you swift punishment for your... transgressions," she coolly said.
Reed moaned in anguish as he tossed and turned; he learned an important lesson that day, if not a bit abruptly. He'd make a fine gentleman someday — one painful lesson at a time — whether he liked it or not.
"Yeah, thanks for the advice," he muttered out in short gasps as he tended to his injury in regret. He should have listened to Astor's warning seriously, he thought to himself... The man was certainly perceptive with women — in an almost supernatural way.
"So as long as you understand, then it is fine. There's an ice pack in the fridge if you need it," Lu'um said.
Reed thanked her for the heads-up and spent a wonderful evening with Lu'um and an ice pack as he wasted the night away...
A week quickly passed by in a flash — many classmates spent their final week lounging around the Spire, taking the time to engrave the scenery in their hearts. After all, it'd be the final days they'd spend in the Spire before their last trial and then, graduation from the academy.
What was once a frightening place had now become somewhat familiar to them over the course of the year they'd been there — a few would even call it a second home. Many spent the week relaxing with their companions, something that they had never done since the beginning.
Nevertheless, the unstoppable hand of fate pushed them along and before they knew it, the final day had come. They were to be tested.
Everyone assembled in the auditorium as before and waited for the usual figure to appear of the void like he always did. The atmosphere in the room was tense as it could be; there were hardened, determined expressions on everybody's faces.
Even the most light-hearted people in the class looked serious and rigid as they waited. No one spoke; they stood in silence as if they were statues. The Anima in the room congealed into a physical form and motes of incandescent light shimmered around the room like fireflies at night.
A hidden figure stood atop the auditorium and gazed at the fifty students down below quietly. He'd been watching them all along, observing each one of them as they had grown into what they were today from the shadows.
Sometimes as a silent guardian and other times a rough instructor; he'd played the role of the villain and of the protector, unbeknownst to them. Even when they ventured out for missions, he'd watch over his charges from afar, like an overprotective mother hen.
He'd been watching them, afraid of losing even a single one of them in an unfortunate accident. The man chuckled inwardly and grinned slightly as he stared at the scene before him.
These baby chicks looked a bit tougher now, he thought. At very least, they no longer had any fear in their eyes — that brought great joy to him. Overall, they weren't the best batch he'd raised in terms of strength, speed, and talent — a certain exception aside — but they had something unique that made up for it.
His eyes couldn't be deceived; he saw that they all possessed a particular charm about them that he'd long since tried to pin down, to no avail. It was mysterious and difficult to describe, in that sense, he considered it a form of luck, or perhaps, a blessing from the Great Will itself.
There were too many mysteries this time around that he couldn't explain. He looked at a certain boy and wondered if it was his doing as well. In the crowd's midst, that youngling stood out in a unique way — the Anima shone brightest in his vicinity — as if it were a beacon of sorts...
The man cracked a toothy grin as he mused about the boy's future; he had no doubt in his mind that he was destined for something grand — a fate filled with danger and excitement. He wasn't going to settle down on the beach anytime soon as he once hoped...
He stared at the whole group and burnt their faces into his mind. Their fate would be one of immense hardships and many would not make to the top; they'd never climb the staircase to ascension — this was a cold fact. The path of the conqueror was perilous beyond imagination, but even so, these children had made their minds to pursue it.
The least he could do was remember them at their brightest and purest — when they all shone brilliantly like twinkling stars in the firmament. They were his children; he would never forget the names and faces of his own kin. Never.
Those who walked the path of the conqueror would be remembered in this academy. He had preserved the names of every child that had passed through the Spire since the first group four hundred years ago.
Four thousand three hundred fifty-four names as of today. The world would never know of the good these children had done, but it didn't matter. He knew. He remembered. Always and forever.
The old man winked out of the void as he always did, and his children gazed upon him with a passion that made his heart beat a little faster than normal. He paused for a moment, and then he regained his composure, washing away his feelings.
Baby chicks had to grow up and leave the nest one day.
"Good. You're all here. I will give you a final debrief and then the mission will start as planned. I expect only the best from each one of you, understand?"
"Excellent. Let's get started..." he calmly said.


Reed, a young man that had spent his entire life in the slums wished for a miracle. He dreamt that one day he'd escape the ghetto he had been born in and travel across the world. He longed to embark on an adventure and truly begin living a real life.

Alas, it was not meant to be. The stars had other plans in mind for the young man.

On the night of his sixteenth birthday, he had his life flipped upside down. Caught in the midst of a confrontation between two rival gangs, Reed suffered a fatal injury.

As he laid on the street, Reed couldn't help but laugh at how unfair his life had been from beginning to end. 

Born poor? Sure. No parents? Okay. No opportunities in life? Fine. But his own miserable life, too? 

"What more can I be deprived of?" Reed muttered as he struggled to keep his eyes open. 

A soft voice chuckled and said, "Much, much more, boy. But you'll soon have the opportunity to have all your wishes fulfilled."

"...If you can earn the right to obtain them."

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The terms proposed by Avid Serpent revealed that she only possessed a shallow understanding of the Flagrant Vandals. Someone who knew the Vandals intimately wouldn't put so many limitations on how much strength they could utilize to prepare for the upcoming mech duel.

An ordinary mech regiment employed up to a hundred high-ranked mech designers. Though most of them might only consist of talented Apprentices, perhaps a dozen Journeyman and a couple of Seniors sat at the top.

This was a terrifying concentration of mech design strength.

An average medium state-wide mech manufacturer only employed a couple of talented Apprentices or a single average Journeyman.

A large sector-wide mech manufacturer on the other hand may only employ up to fifty mech designers spread into various teams. Only the larger mech manufacturers employed Seniors. The smaller ones usually made do with Journeymen as their lead designers.

So from an outside perspective, employing several Seniors and more than a dozen Journeymen as well as a hundred Apprentices was massive overkill.

"That's exactly the point." Ves had learned after witnessing several different mech regiments in battle.

The two that stood out the most were the two premier mech regiments of the Mech Legion. Both the Calico Dancer Bats and the Frosty Meteors showed indomitable strength. In their battles against the Flagrant Vandals, despite showing up with a fraction of the numbers of the Flagrant Vandals, both Vesian units proved that they could punch above their weight.

Part of it was their centuries-long martial tradition. These famous names had been founded centuries ago, and they evolved from nothing into the elite step-by-step in their own unique style of fighting. This elevated their mech pilots into true soldiers that clearly surpassed the standard of an average mercenary.

Another part of their strength came from a straightforward expression of wealth and capability. Their mechs utilized many expensive materials that only the government could provide. The duchies weren't parsimonious with regard to their elite regiments. This wealth also allowed them to employ all of those high-ranking mech designers.

The Flagrant Vandals lacked that kind of accumulation. Their status within the Mech Corps was awkward, but this was only known from within and by a small circle of outsiders. To the public, the Flagrant Vandals appeared to be a genuine if eccentric extension of the Bright Republic's military.

This was why Ves felt a little bit more reassured about this challenge. At the moment Avid Serpent issued her challenge, she didn't appear to act as an agent of the Vesians. If the Vesian mech pilot had been an insider, then she wouldn't have been so hasty in ruling out assistance from Journeymen and Senior Mech Designers. She also wouldn't have prohibited external material assistance, though in this area the disparity was smaller.

In short, the terms of the mech duel sought to minimize the influence of outside factors and turn the occasion into a contest of individual strength. If the Reinaldan arena operators hadn't brought out a damaged spearman mech, the mech duel might have commenced right away!

"Avid Serpent has made a big mistake."

Ves knew his strength and considered himself to be highly placed among Apprentices. With his great foundation and his advantages from his Masteries, even after being separated from the System he still possessed capabilities beyond the average Apprentice.

"I don't know who Avid Serpent will turn to for help." He reminded himself.

Each side could employ any single mech designer they wished to enhance their dueling mechs. Both Avid Serpent and Captain Orfan had the right to pick out any Apprentice Mech Designer and a number of mech technicians to assist. They could draw on the underground arena's mech workshops to perform their work and draw upon a limited number of resources from their stockpiles or junkyard.

It was already set in stone that Ves and a number of mech technicians from the Vandals would work on Orfan's spearman mech. Regarding their own side, Ves had no question about their own strength.

As for the kind of help that Avid Serpent could expect, the Flagrant Vandals hadn't been able to find out as of yet. Several agents affiliated with the Bright Republic kept an eye on where Avid Serpent currently resided. They spotted many prominent Vesians entering her room.

Because the mech duel involved the honor of the Vesia Kingdom, there was no question that Avid Serpent could have her pick of Vesian talents. While the Kingdom had a tenuous relationship with the Reinald Republic, officially they were at peace with each other. The Reinaldans didn't prohibit any Vesian visitors, and many did in fact paid a visit to the Harkensen System.

Right now, Ves, Chief Haine, Captain Orfan and a gaggle of mech technicians traveled to the underground arena. Even in the morning, the fighting venue already opened its doors, though only a fourth of the seats were occupied at this time.

"Captain Orfan! Please come this way!" An arena manager called from the side.

The entourage followed the manager to an elevator that brought the Vandals to the lower levels. Once the elevator reached the right floor, they stepped out and walked through a wide mech-sized corridor.

The manager briefly introduced this floor. "This is our workshop area. It consists of thirty halls, each of which has enough space and equipment to service any third-class mech."

"What about second-class mechs?" Ves asked.

"Our apologies, but the variety of mechs that duelists bring to our venue mostly consist of lower-end mechs. There has never been a case where a mech pilot from the Coalition entered the dueling ground with an expensive second-class mech. Mech pilots from second-rate states generally disdain our class of establishments."

The manager spoke those words without any resentment or animosity because it was the bare truth. Having a second-class mech compete in this local underground arena was like putting a warhorse into a pigsty. The disparity was too big, and the consequences of damaging a second-class mech and its mech pilot was dreadful.

"I see." Ves nodded. "Will we have access to a complete suite of mech manufacturing equipment, or do we have to make due with the bare essentials?"

"It's the latter, unfortunately. Compressed armor is too expensive for both our organization and our mech athletes to maintain on a regular basis. It also unnecessarily prolongs the duels, turning them into hitting matches where the side that hits a little harder will win the match."

The underground arena didn't prohibit the use of compressed armor, but the owner of the mechs needed to bear the full cost of repairs by themselves without any assistance from the operators. This could turn out to be very expensive if the mech incurred a lot of damage.

"So neither our captain or Avid Serpent will be able to bring a mech clad in compressed armor to the duel?"

"That's correct. Please be assured that we will endeavor to provide the exact same amount of accommodation to each of you. Let it not be said that we are partial to one side over the other.

Mech arenas relied on a reputation for impartiality to attract a ceaseless amount of audience members and mech athletes. This applied double to underground arenas, as they weren't shackled to any laws. Fudging the outcome of the duels was trivially easy if the arena operators possessed no morals.

Once news of such manipulation leaked out, the mech arena in question lost all of their credibility. In this business, credibility was extremely precious. Once it was lost, it could never be regained.

Thus, the manager went out of his way to explain how fair they set up their preparations. Neither side should have any complaints about favor one side over another.

This suited Ves fine. "If our circumstances are truly as you have described, then I have nothing to say."

After reaching the end of the corridor, they arrived at their assigned workshop. Before everyone entered, they stared at the entrance of the workshop on the opposite side. They weren't the first to reach this location.

"Vandals." A masked and robed woman spat as she beheld the recent arrivals. "Come to prepare for your doom?"

"Hah!" Captain Orfan laughed and stepped forward. "Look who's barking up our legs! What's the matter? Why don't you show us your face? Are you too ugly or something?"

"Hmph!" Avid Serpent huffed and turned her back on the captain. "Engaging in a conversation with a boastful pig like you is a waste of time."

Avid Serpent masked her identity quite well, but her mannerisms revealed peculiar aspects about her personality. When Ves carefully probed her with his spiritual sense, he faintly encountered a strong force of will.

It lacked the sense of realness that Ves had experienced before from an unconscious Venerable Foster, so Ves was pretty sure that Avid Serpent was not an expert. This was good news for all of them. The Vandals dreaded many possibilities, of which one of them was that Avid Serpent played the pig to eat the tiger. His probing ruled out this possibility.

Ves turned his gaze to the people that Avid Serpent had admitted into her circle. The mech technicians looked like a mixed bunch. None of them appeared to be cut from the same cloth, which meant their teamwork should be low, though their individual ability may certainly be better than the average Vandal mech technician.

"Ah, the famous Mr. Larkinson!" A middle-aged man stepped out. "As one mech designer to another one, I hope we can 

"You've heard of me." Ves said with a befuddled face.

"How can we not. Word has spread how pivotal you have proven to be in several Vandal battles. Head Designer Larkinson. The only Apprentice Mech Designer to assume a position that only Journeymen should take. How odd for the Vandals to favor you so? Is it because of your family?"

"I have my ways." Ves said cryptically while narrowing his eyes.

Information like that shouldn't have spread to the public. He highly preferred to stay in the background. The less the other side knew about him, the better. Obviously, this hope was shot to hell right now.

"I hope you can showcase your splendor three days from now. I'm eager to see if my work can measure up to the efforts of a head designer."

"You have me at a disadvantage. Would you be so kind to introduce yourself?"

"Ah, where are my manners. My name is Gabriel Creta. I am apprenticed to Master Renona Klaisewist of the Mech University of Loge Imodris."

Ves had never heard of Gabriel Creta, but his eyes widened when the man dropped the names of Renona Klaisewist and the Mech University of Loge Imodris.

Renona Klaisewist was a seasoned Master Mech Designer and lived over two-hundred years according to the public record. She specialized in force application, which meant she designed exquisite mechs that made the most out of their mechanical strength.

Any melee mechs designed from her hand demonstrated extreme destructiveness with every attack!

Ves regarded Mr. Creta without any of his former contempt. Though Ves was unsure of Creta's exact relationship with Master Klaisewist, any apprentice of hers should have inherited some of her best design principles.

In addition, Creta may very well be an alumni of Loge Imodris. The famed Mech University was one of the best in the Kingdom. It enjoyed just as much prestige in the Vesia Kingdom as the Ansel University of Mech Design in the Bright Republic. Both were regularly mentioned in the same sentence.

The status Gabriel Creta enjoyed from both would surely be considerate. Along with his age advantage over Ves, and he may very well prove to be a hard bone to gnaw.

Nevertheless, Ves did not shy away from the challenge.

"I am eager to see what an apprentice of Master Klaisewist can teach me." Ves smiled in a facetious manner.

"Likewise." Mr. Creta nodded back with an unruffled expression. "Master Carmin Olson's sudden rise has disrupted the high end mech landscape in the region. I am eager to see what scraps of knowledge that she has thrown to you."

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

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