The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 16: Dark Storm Brewing (part 1)

"Oh, dear..."

After the turrets put the creature down, the security forces equipped with night black futuristic armour flooded the room, putting the restraints on the beast once more. They had to work fast; else, the slowly regenerating monstrosity might start rampaging again.

"You crazy bastard!" The lady on Valpers side exclaimed, less than pleased by what kind of things the crazy man grew down there.

"What? Don't like my dear?" The crazy ex-exorcists grinned mockingly, savouring the fear of the Fallen girl.

"Valper-san, I hope I don't have to remind you that wasting Kokabiel-sama's precious manpower and resources is ill-advised — Especially for something so volatile as this... thing!" The busty woman with lush black hair glanced strictly at the chubby man. Her two pairs of wings billowed with disgust; even looking at the creature below repulsed her. It was something that shouldn't exist, in Gods or any other being's domain or law!

"Oh! Don't worry about it, dear Hanabiel. It is all in order to create the ultimate weapon for our Lord."

The one below was not his only victim; he'd used many more for his terrible experiment. Men and women. Adults, the elderly and even children. The only thing that mattered to this twisted man was the result.

"Besides, if nothing else, these dears can always be used as cannon fodder. Don't you agree? Imagine what kind of havoc they can wreak once we throw them at the enemy's lines!" He almost hyperventilated; even imagining the scene filled him with elation and satisfaction!

"That's if they don't turn on our people first."

"I assure you, we will find a way to control them."

"Make it so, or I will have to put you down. I hope I don't have to remind you what happened to those who failed Kokabiel-sama's expectations."

"I am well aware of what happens to those people." Valper Galilei sighed, lowering his head. "The promised results will be delivered in time. A weapon for the Lord to win his war." And for him, a way to produce and make perfect sacred sword wielders, Who can easily surpass even the originals. A method for him to use those weapons, just as he always dreamed. A dream this cruel world robbed him of!

"Now then, if you excuse me, I have a date with fate." Raising his beeping device, a twisted smirk crept on his face, leaving behind the strict office lady.

"Hmph! Crazy bastard..."

Scene Change: Fallen Capital: Kokabiel's office:

Meanwhile, in the fallen capital, Kokabiel sat in his office, reviewing the information they managed to recover from the broken fallen they captured.

"If we could find this being and play her against the other factions..." Ever since he first watched the extracted memory, he only thought about this option. It became almost an obsession that scratched the back of his skull constantly!

The newly reignited war against the other two factions needed weapons. Weapons like Mertinia, tools like that being! Anything that can gain an advantage and earn them total victory!

"Our sources say that thing appeared in the middle of the desert, somewhere in the human realm." The site of her appearance is currently monitored by none other than that bastard Azazel's forces.

"How surprising..." He spat!

According to his information, they dig without rest, searching for any possible clue. Yet, the only thing they found amidst the ruins were the traces of some twisted ritual conducted by some shady organisation. There is no concrete info about it, only that it meant summoning some entity. A being that seemingly turned against the ones intended to control and bind it.