Hey guys!
To be honest, I've been reading some xiania novels and I really wanna write one. When I finish this fic, I'll probably take a little sabbatical and try my hand at it. I already got a basic idea for a plot, but you guys can go ahead and comment what you wanna see if you want to.
Alright then, enjoy the show!
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Niffty repeated herself, pacing around my room at the hotel while I was sitting on the bed. I'm still not sure on how exactly I had messed up enough for her to get so worried, but I do know for a fact that I should not have taken that bet. While I sat, I turned off B2A, relinquishing my alchemy and getting my ability slots back. It wasn't weird enough to have me stumbling, but there's no way I can swap in the middle of a fight or something.
By all means it was sketchy as hell, I mean the guy even talked like some snake-oil dealer trying to get you to sell your family for some worthless product, but I still took it…Why? I wouldn't call myself some high-IQ Ayanokoji master manipulator, but I do know that I normally wouldn't take that deal.
It was then that I remembered his swirling eye, the eye that I only saw after I had struck the deal. Since I am a Hyuga and I had a pair of sharingan in my inventory, I knew a thing or two about how eyes can affect the mind, so maybe…
"Niffty." I said, stopping her in her tracks as she stared at me. "Does Vox have some kind of hypnosis in his eyes?"
She put a hand up to her face, letting out a huge sigh before sitting down next to me. "Yeah, he does. It's an open secret, but Vox can hypnotize and control anyone who looks into his eye, though, it didn't look like he fully controlled you."
She pointed to her own eye. "I've seen it first-hand, whenever Vox uses his power, the other person's eye completely transforms into his own. His power usually doesn't work on Overlords, so he might've just put suggestions into your mind to accept his deal."
Crap, that was so messed up, man. I didn't even recognize that my own thoughts weren't my own, that's fucking scary as hell! "Niffty, Did Vox also put you under hypnosis?"
"No?"
"Then why didn't you try to stop me?"
She looked away from me, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I…I couldn't." She crossed her arms and leaned back, lying down on the bed. "Hell is sentient in a way. I've only seen it a handful of times in the years I've been down here, but sometimes it'll take an interest in someone and try to ruin them."
She put her hands around herself and shivered. "When it's interested in someone, it'll stop at nothing to put its plans into motion, even silencing everything that tries to stop it. If I had to say, nobody in that room could interfere at all just like me."
What is this stupid fucking Ultrakill bullshit? That TV-head, Tenna ripoff had literal plot armor from the universe itself? Man, that's so damn stupid…It doesn't matter though, I'll stomp that punk-ass flat-screen TV if it's the last thing I do.
I got more than a few ideas, but the first thing I have to know is simple. "What does Vx even do?" Based on his appearance, he should be some sort of TV host, but I've never even seen him on the news, though I haven't really watched the news since my slander campaign.
"He's a social media and technology icon along with the other Vee's, Velvette and Valentino." Wait a minute, Valentino?
"Niffty, when you say Valentino, do you mean the slaver Valentino or is he something else?" I said, my fists clenching at my sides.
"Yeah, that Valentino."
So not only was Vox a mind-fucker who hypnotized me, but he was also in the same group as a goddamned slave-master? Yeah, that whole group gotta go, I don't give a damn what I gotta do. "Just one last question, Niffty, then I'll start getting ready. Do the Vee's have any major bases that they do their business at?"
She sat up, her single eyebrow raised. "Yeah, their main tower is in the very middle of the city, but they usually have people on the ground in safehouses near the Lilith apartment complexes selling Valentino's drugs."
Are you kidding me? Man, I need to get my hands on a hell-map or something, cuz I don't know where in the world these guys are. Whatever, it doesn't matter, I got a plan of action and it's all set to go.
"Good old Vox said I can't use lethal force against him in our little turf war, right? It's basic thinking to defeat the enemy without fighting, Niffty, and I plan on crippling the little shit." I say, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her into a kiss. "Don't you worry about a thing, okay?"
"B-but I didn't say anything." Niffty bashfully said, somehow blushing more at a chaste kiss than literally drinking my cum in front of her coworkers. Nevertheless, it looked like she was definitely calmer than before.
I rubbed her on the head and left the room, my good mood dissolving almost instantly as I went out and started my plan to kill two birds with one stone.
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"James…" Niffty whispered to herself, curling into a ball on the bed. She held the sheets close to her, covering her face and smelling them deeply, the scent being reminiscent of James. To anyone looking in, this would look like a worried housewife stressing over her husband in war, however, it was the opposite.
Niffty wasn't worried at all, in fact, under those covers she was smiling widely as she gave one more deep sniff to the sheets before getting up and straightening out her outfit.
"I guess I need to get dinner prepared." She mused to herself, stretching and popping her shoulder as she made her way to the kitchen in the lobby. "After all, my Hubby can't come home after a long day without something to fill his stomach."
In her mind, there wasn't even a thought of James losing in any way possible, she couldn't even imagine it. James was her Hubby, her soulmate, the light in her life.
In a world full of darkness for her, James stood at the end of the tunnel as a light.
He and he alone is the exception.
***25 MINUTES LATER***
So uhhh, I got a little lost.
Seriously, apparently the Lilith apartment complexes were only a five-minute walk from the hotel, hell, I should've been there in less time since I can literally make doves to fly, but noooo, I just channel Zoro for a quick minute.
I swear, I even saw Daki on a random building doing some sort of Spider-man type of pose.
Anyway, I eventually made it to the Lilith complexes and it was just as I expected, straight section 8 housing. There were dudes literally playing darts with needles full of random shit and throwing them at other people.
Hell, they didn't even look like they were clothed well. Half of them looked like they stole their clothes off of a homeless person and the other half looked like they just walked out of Malevolent Shrine with the amount of tears in their clothes.
In other words, this palace was a damn breeding ground for vices and addiction, and with Valentino's goons on foot, I had a basic idea on what to do.
I had already used crystal caesar to make a mask, not unlike the same one I used to blow up that news station and I just walked in. With Newtype and my Byakugan working together, I could easily sense who was on drugs and who had drugs on them.
I didn't recognize it at first, but when I looked deeper, I saw a dude that had a cigarette that emitted purple smoke. I didn't know how I didn't see it at first, but it was like the atmosphere here had some sort of effect on people.
When I asked him about it (Read: threatened him for the greater good) he told me that he got the stuff from multiple dealers in different houses. So, the very intelligent idea was to go over and publicly drag them out of their houses, bringing them to the middle of the complex to make an example out of them.
I wasn't gonna actually hurt them, just use the clay bombs to make a little smoke screen and intimidate them, knowing that I could kill them if I really wanted to…Or at least, that was the plan.
Whatever restraint I had vanished as quick as smoke in the wind as I peered through the walls of the complex and saw something horrible: multiple slaves. Male, female, hell, some of them even looked younger than most of the rest, but all of them were locked in cages and seemed to have golden chains wrapped around their necks.
And to top off the shit-cake, there was a single person in the room…Enjoying a slave's body. It was at that point where I didn't really care about the 'not killing' part of the plan anymore.
I busted in the door, not wasting a second as I quickly made a crystal razor sharp and aimed at the guy's stomach. It pierced right through, having him drop the young woman as I quickly made a crystal muzzle around him and dragged him out, but not before breaking all of the chains on the slaves first.
I didn't care what they did with their newfound freedom, and I would probably help them later on when I wasn't so angry, but it didn't matter anymore. I raided the apartment, basically frisking the thing while taking as many drugs as I could. There were cigarettes, vapes, powder, almost everything. I just gathered the shit and flushed it down the toilet until it stopped up and swapped in my fire-breath to burn the rest of the stuff.
Unfortunately, this guy wasn't the exception. I found a female "shotacon", a guy who was jerking off while high, and one more guy who actually tried to offer up one of his slaves to me to escape. I repeated the process of the first one, tying them up, freeing their captors and disposing of the drugs.
Soon, I had 4 of the main dealers into one main section of the complex, a ton of people gathering at the crystal platform I had made so I could make this public. "Hello, denizens of hell. These people, they have been crooks and slave-masters and per the Knight's orders, they deserve to be punished." I say, pointing at the 4 bodies in the middle.
I saw multiple people recording this, good, maybe I could get a ticket out of this and prove my Overlord theory. "For their crimes against humanity, I sentence them to death by pyre." I state, using crystal caesar to hoist them into the air, putting spikes through their bodies to have them remain in the sky.
I charged up my flame-breath to the highest extent. Although I did not like these guys at all, I wasn't the type to torture someone at all, even if I had the chance.
My flames came out like a river of destruction, its heat could be felt from the stands as their screams started and died within the same moment. I only unleashed it for 5 seconds at most, but when I stopped their bodies were unrecognizable, simply charred skin and an extinguished life.
I dropped the spikes, letting the bodies hit the floor. I looked away, the thought of them eventually regenerating made it easier, but I was truthfully doing everything in my power to not throw up here and now. The smell of burnt flesh assaulted my nose and my face was scrunched up under my mask, yet I still stood up and spoke.
"The Knight has spoken, not through words, but action, and if any single one of the Vee's wishes for war with him, then they must be prepared to lose." I say simply, beginning to walk out of the complex. Nobody followed me, nobody touched me, hell, nobody even dared to look at me wrong.
[1x Silver ticket: Take a life voluntarily]
[1x Silver ticket: Free a slave]
[1x Silver ticket: Free 10 slaves]
[1x Silver ticket: Free 100 slaves]
Roll the tickets and keep on guard, because right now, unfortunately for the Vee's and myself… I'm nowhere near done.
[Tantric Healing]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to heal ailments and various negative status effects through sexual intimacy, even scars, old wounds, and diseases can be healed and curses mitigated. The higher the level of intimacy and release the more effective the healing.
[Gun Voucher]
|Common Item|
A simple ticket can be redeemed for any commercially available gun sold in the United States of America in the year 2016. Simply tear the ticket and think of the gun you want to redeem, you will also receive a magazine for your chosen weapon every 24 hours.
[Tough Skin]
|Uncommon Trait|
You have abnormally tough skin, enhancing your durability beyond the norm.
[Vaunt]
|Rare Trait|
You're quite vauntful, aren't you? It is easier to increase your fame and gain recognition and rewards for your achievements. In addition, it is easier to assert your achievements and get people to believe what you say.
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THE END
So, how'd you like it? I want this arc to be James kind of realizing shit ain't sweet and going on a mean streak against the Vee's leading up to the Turf War.
I also can't believe I rolled tantric healing when he can literally heal mental scars through sex, lol. He can literally heal anything as long as he fucks it.
Ok bbbyyyyeeee!