Welcome to a session hosted by your host /. / . Well the narrator's contract expired and the author is not very interested, an interesting fact is that most written characters always resemble their author you know.
The handsome, beautiful, elegant and everything else /./ sat on his sofa without any fear.
And well you could say the author is crazy, I mean how does it occur to him to talk to himself, or tell me do you think someone who talks to himself in such a manner would be sane?
A curtain crushes the place to put an end to this
/Stop silencing me, respect my freedom of expression/
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Upon seeing his cell phone Arthur was astonished, it is the first time his boss calls him and to the tower of heroes surely it was something incredible. Definitely, he was prepared for any mission they gave him There was no one in this world who did not know the tower of heroes, a gigantic and private complex, created not only to be a headquarters but a beacon of human resistance against the monsters that wandered through the destroyed cities.
40 years had passed since the scourge of the monsters and only 20 since the creation of the hero association, although they are not heroes as such they are just superhumans who receive pay, and status in exchange for lending their powers, although the miserable salary they give us is useless "quite a private army
Well, the ORM or World Protection Organization would be the true heroes in any case, a group formed by the surviving countries of the monster catastrophe, although most of their troops were how to say it so it doesn't sound bad.
/Weak, super weaklings who call the hero association every time they can't defeat a monster/
How direct you are, well we just have to go and see what they want to tell us.
/Thinking about it the government has always been ineffective and when they have problems they call private companies, so it didn't change much from before/
Arthur while writing in his book teleported to the tower of heroes, although curiously nothing happened.
Certainly, the energy had gathered around him as always preparing to teleport him, but simply nothing happened, it was the first time this happened to him and that surprised him.
The next moment a voice resonated in his ears, it was a clear and brief voice that, although it imitated that of a human very well, felt empty a very good imitation he would say.
[Teleportation, denied. Will be sent to a place near the tower]
In the blink of an eye the world changed for Arthur, the humid environment of the alley quickly changed to an incredible blizzard, the darkness was replaced by the sunlight above him the celestial sky with clouds was shown and below him a desert stretched out like a carpet thousands of meters away, with a road in the distance leading to the tower of heroes.
It was incredible, too bad he didn't have time to admire more for a simple reason, the blizzard came for a simple reason, Arthur was in free fall and his destination was the ground itself.
—Why can't something normal happen to me, sh*tty author— Arthur's scream was not heard very well because of the wind around him, but surely he was saying he was very happy about the views. you're welcome
While the ground grew bigger with every passing moment Arthur's mind was having a collapse, he didn't really know how to stop the fall I mean he couldn't fly like other heroes or do something incredible.
"No of course I can" he quickly thought, to create his book again and write.
(Arthur can fly)
Then Arthur learned the ability to fly in his mind he knew how to do it, although he didn't have wings.
—Not fly like birds fly like a hero— before he could think more his unbranded pen slipped from his hand and didn't let him write more /Flap your hands, I don't want to die so young and handsome/ throwing himself over himself
The wind being so fast prevented him from seeing much, so Arthur flapped his arms as if they were wings, something useless knowing he didn't have wings, then Arthur's mind resigned itself.
"What a beautiful sky, so serene and calm over this great sandy sea, at least I will die in peace" Arthur thought knowing his imminent destiny.
*BOOM* /Incredible sound effect wait am I alive? /
Pain, a lot of pain.
By inertia Arthur's body had been covered with energy to avoid the worst scenario, but that would not have been enough his savior was nearby, the branches that had trapped him gave away the cause. Some branches even pierced the flesh of his extremities, something minor considering the other possible ending. —Of course you're alive, idiot— the voice came from a certain loud woman with greenish hair Upon focusing his eyes Arthur recognized her, the woman was the Heroine Rank 45, "Flora". Smelling as always of wet earth with aromatic plants.
—I don't know what's more annoying, your failed teleportation or the note that came out of your head just before you crashed —Flora's voice came out as a squeak irritating Arthur's mind even more, wait note?
[I almost died, I'm afraid of dying without having won the lottery at least once]
—Yes exactly that note, what does the lottery have to do with it— Flora replied without waiting for an answer, she stretched out a vine that looked like a fire hose and with a tug pulled Arthur out of the sand, as if he were a carrot or radish.
/Who wouldn't want to win the lottery woman, free money/ putting on imaginary glasses
—How rough, couldn't you save me in a softer way— Arthur with an annoyed face replied to Flora
—Oh excuse me your damsel, for saving her in such a crude way, I promise that next time I won't try anything— Flora replied immediately, while checking her cell phone.
/At least she didn't see you flap your hands like a bird, although a very deformed one, did you not consider the option of fixing your face/
"Shut up, you... what the hell are you, you just appeared in my head and that's it" if thoughts produced heat, Arthur would be a bonfire. /Believe me I ask myself the same question, every night. What am I and why do I come to this world, perhaps something of what.../
—Hey damsel, let's go I'll take you to the heroes' tower and please try not to escape this time— With a grimace on her face Flora deigned to take Arthur.
/Why do they cut me off when I'm bringing out my poetic side/