(Few Days Later)
It has been a few days since everyone defeated the Scorch Mutiny and the forces of Hell. After the war and the reward the Team went, they've been having fun and a few days of rest time in other large Dwarven cities, including the ones that just got liberated after the Meccans defeated the Demons and reoccupied it.
Right now, Vanoss and his friends are riding the Banana Bus with Moo riding as they are planning on returning to the Dwarven Capital.
And also... well... Right now this is happening.
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*PEWWW!!!*
And like these idiots were, they launched the Bus high up into the sky.
Vanoss: Yeahhh ha ha ha!
Wildcat: Hahahaha!
Delirious: Hahaha!
The three laughed loudly alongside the others while they were literally tens of thousands of feet from the ground.
Vanoss: And we're out of here!
Evan yelled out as he and the others continued to laugh, shout, and have fun.
For almost half a minute, the Bus where the Crew were almost near the ground.
Vanoss: Haha! Oh yeah! And landed it!
*Bam!* *Bam!*
As they make contact with the ground, the Bus bounces several times, it will injure the Team badly, or pretty much dead but being A-ranks is quite nothing to worry about.
Vanoss: That was fucking awesome!
Evan yelled out to the rest as the Bus they were in slowly slid to the ground after its flight, and somehow it seemed untouched after being through thousands of meters of falling.
Nogla: I know, right? Where are we exactly?
Basically: We just passed several mountains! And not gonna lie, doing this in real life is so fucking dope than in games!
As Marcel says that, the Crew laugh out loud once again, having the best time.
(Time Skip)
For a few minutes had passed, and the Team was still feeling happy after their joy ride.
Vanoss: Brock, you are having the best time of your life over there!
Evan called out to Moo who was taking the wheel. Hearing his words gave off a chuckle from the others.
Vanoss: Brock you seem a little disoriented from the fall because you're not holding on to the wheel correctly! You're not even driving with the steering wheel right now!
Moo: Hehehe! I'm so dizzy right now, I can't even see shit!
Moo's response to the Owl man who isn't even in the right state of mind right now.
Now, for another half an hour, another noise of laughter echoes across the cold environment.
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*Rumble!*
With a low rumble, the ground shook and the doors of the Dwarven city of Meikneoir opened up.
Without saying anything, everyone entered the gates.
Terroriser: Ah! I hate to admit it but I felt I missed this place already.
Delirious: We only left this place more than a few days man.
Terroriser: Shut the fuck up, Delirious, no one likes to hear your retardes voice!
While the two spat insults at each other, the Group caught their eyes on the city before them.
???: Welcome back.
Greeting them at the entrance of the city was another dwarf. By now, most people already knew who they were, and hence, whenever they saw the group, they would greet them.
Wildcat: Thank you!
Greeting them back with a high pitch tone, Wildcat and the others once again entered the city.
*Rumble!*
It wasn't long before a low rumble sounded again and the gates closed shut behind them.
Vanoss: Go get some proper rest, assholes. We will deal with our final moments before we leave this place over the next few days.
Everyone: Got it.
The first thing everyone did was go back to their own residences to get changed.
Having stayed in the forests for over 9 hours straight, everyone needed to get a proper bath.
Well, while they were at it, Vanoss has his own business as he is planning to go to Ironwood with his new sword.
'I wonder if he is finish forging it'
*Ding!*
Suddenly, a single vibration was felt on Evan's waist, he took out his phone and the one who called revealed to be none other than Ironwood.
Vanoss: Well speak of the devil.
Coincidentally, the bastard called him at the time he thought of him, so weird. But with him calling Evan only meant one thing: the sword was almost ready.
Vanoss: Ah! Now my mood is even better with this beside that I no longer have the tracking device inside of my head working!
Thanks to Jaroslav who easily hacked into the chip on Evan's head and tampered with the tracking system within it.
And also, he could turn it on and off whenever he wanted to. This was a great piece of news to him as he could definitely make do with it in the future.
With this, Vanoss felt like all of his problems were now finally gone.
However, he knew all of his problems aren't fully complete as there is like a lot more to go.
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If there was one thing that Vanoss hated about the fourth level, it would without a doubt be the tremendous heat.
With it being so close to the earth's core, it was extremely hot.
Every time he went there, it would feel as though he was inside a steaming hot sauna.
It wasn't pleasant, to say the least.
???: You're finally here, little birdie!
Upon entering the main building of the facility center, Ironwood came to greet Evan at the door.
Well, it was more like he was already there talking to the secretary, and only greeted Vanoss once he saw him coming in.
Ironwood: Took you long enough... I was already done a couple of days ago.
The Dwarf grumbled, looking at Evan with a peeved expression.
Vanoss: That fast?
He sounded quite annoyed, but he merely shrugged his shoulders.
Ironwood: Follow me.
Bidding goodbye to the secretary, Ironwood brought Vanoss to his workroom.
Just like in the previous times that he had been there, it was a mess. With equipment sprawled all over the place and scrap pieces of metal on the floor, it looked as though a storm had raged inside of the room.
Fortunately, Vanoss was already used to this. Stepping over the garbage, the two soon paused in front of a large desk.
*Thump!*
Dropping a long object that was covered in a thin white cloth onto the table, producing a dull sound, Ironwood slowly unfolded the sword.
The moment he unfurled the cloth and Evan's eyes paused on the sword, his face twitched slightly.
Vanoss: …Is this the completed sword?
It took Vanoss a while to process the… sword in front of him, if it could even be called that.
But it indeed looked like it. However, it looked similar to the dull sword Evan had but a hundred times worse!
In put it more accurate, it's more like some dumbass dug the ground towards China with the fucking sword, which resulted it having one hit left to be break.
'Don't tell me that he failed?'
But that was impossible. With Ironwood's pride, he would never show him something like this unless there was something more to it.
As Vanoss' thoughts paused there, he looked up to Ironwood who was looking at the sword with traces of satisfaction on his face.
Extending his finger forward and tracing it over the body of the piece of metal, Ironwood muttered to himself.
Ironwood: How beautiful...
'Really? You call that piece of shit beautiful?'
Vanoss really wanted to say those words out loud but he managed to keep his mouth, or beak shut throughout the whole time.
It was only after a couple of seconds passed that Ironwood finally regained himself and coughed slightly.
Ironwood: *Cough!* Sorry about that, I almost lost myself there.
Vanoss: Right, right, I understand, understand.
Vanoss replied with a forceful smile.
Ironwood: Oy, what's with that look?
But it appeared that Vanoss' face was quite obvious as Ironwood glared at him suspiciously.
Raising his hands in a show of peace,Vanoss calmly replied, "Nothing. I was just curious if this was the sword that you were planning on forging for me."
"Of course it is." Ironwood slammed his small hand on the table. He then pointed towards the long piece of metal. "Can't you see this is the one I forged for you for a month?"
Vanoss: Well yes, I could tell that much.
Ironwood: Sigh, ignorance is such a bliss.
Shaking his head, Ironwood interlocked his hands behind his back before walking towards another counter and picking up a small white hammer that was adorned with tiny blue, red, and green crystals.
He then proceeded to walk towards the sword and grabbed it.
Ironwood: Here, you'll understand once I demonstrate you it's a masterpiece you dumb fuck.
Vanoss: Wait, what do you mea—?
*Vooom!*
Before Vanoss could finish his words, the gems embedded on the hammer's side suddenly started to glow, lighting up the room in beautiful myriad colors.
Once that happened, Ironwood swung his hand downwards with the use of most of his strength.
*Clank!*
*Shattered!*
A sound of a loud glass shattered swept throughout the room as the hammer in Ironwood's hand destroyed the sword in hundreds of pieces.
Vanoss: What the hell man!!
Watching the month of working was destroyed in front of his eyes, Evan look at Ironwood with a look as if he just murdered someone.
Vanoss: What kind of demonic rite was that?!? I knew you failed like that but you couldn't just break it like that! I've been waiting for this shit for a month!
Vanoss screamed loudly, now he felt his doubts about this might be true. Or it might be some prank or something.
However, for almost a month of knowing Ironwood, he knew that he was not someone who would joke about things related to his profession,
While he thought about his doubts, Evan's eyes caught the metal pieces glew yellow and levitated in the air. In an instant, they all began to move towards the handle in Ironwood's hand and to Vanoss' surprise, they reconstruct each other, but keeping the cracks in place.
Vanoss: What... the fuck?
Ironwood: So, did it get your dick hard?
Vanoss: Fuck you, old midget.
Ironwood: Haha! I mean seriously, what do you think?
Vanoss: I don't know what to say at least, what kind of runesmith did you use on it?
Ironwood: Didn't you say I will give you one of my best markets on that thing? Good for you but I use the Thousand Daggers one, one of the Divine Runesmiths in my Inventory.
Vanoss: Cool, so you just replicate the Thousand Demon Dagger like from Scissor Seven?
Ironwood: What now?
Vanoss: Forget what I said.
Evan's eyes flickered slightly while he continued to stare at his sword. It took him a couple of seconds for his eyes to recover from the fantasies he was thinking.
Vanoss: May I?
Ironwood: It's yours.
Nodding respectfully, Ironwood handed Evan the sword.
*Boooeeezzzmmm!"
The moment Evan's hand touched the sword, intense light exploded from it. While it could blind a person, Vanoss wasn't blinded.
Vanoss: Holy shit!
Next, Vanoss' eyes opened up in amazement as he watched the sword in his hand gain a faint yellow luster. At a single glance, he could see just how powerful the sword was as the mana in the atmosphere agglomerated towards it at terrifying speeds.
The sword was about a meter in length, aside from the cracks, it was glossed in a matt black color, and gazing at its sharp body closely made it seem as though it could cut anything, Vanoss' beak curled up in satisfaction.
Vanoss: It's pretty light.
Evan muttered as he focussed his attention back onto the sword and moved his hand up and down to test its weight.
It was a lot lighter than he had originally anticipated.
In fact, it was so light that he thought that he was holding onto a feather.
Ironwood: Try injecting mana into it.
Ironwood said from the side. Sitting down on a stool, he rested his arm on the table behind him and nudged his head in Evan's direction.
Ironwood: Instead of checking it directly, why don't you try seeing for yourself just what the sword can do.
Vanoss: Inject my mana?
Ironwood: Yeah.
Vanoss: Okay.
With a slight nod, Vanoss did as Ironwood instructed and channeled his mana into the sword.
*Silence*
There was silence for a moment. Vanoss raises his brow if it will take too long for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, the tiny metal pieces spread apart with the magic energy attached to all of them, grewing the sword's length longer.
Vanoss: What in the world!
Vanoss shouted as he turned to look in Ironwood's direction.
Ironwood: What? Surprise? Wanna ask a question about the ability of your sword?
Ironwood said, expecting those questions from Vanoss.
Vanoss: Not really. But, I am very surprised that you are so lucky that you are not getting sued by the Author, He Xiaofeng.
Ironwood: You know, I still don't quite get your references, boy.
Vanoss: Mhm...
Taking a deep breath and stopping his mana flow, the sword in Evan's hand returned to its normal length and he glanced around the place.
"Let me test this in a different location." Vanoss then turned to face Ironwood. "Do you perhaps have a scabbard?"
Ironwood: A scabbard?
Vanoss: Yeah, I kind of need it...
Evan's Unique Skill could still work without the scabbard, but he was just so used to it by now that it felt weird without it.
Ironwood: Here.
Rolling his eyes, Ironwood reached out for something in the desk behind him and threw Vanoss a black leather scabbard.
Vanoss: Thanks Dwalin.
Ironwood: Who is Dwalin?
Vanoss: A Dwarf from the movie Hobbits.
Ironwood: Dear Gods, what the hell is a—... fuck it, forget what I just said.
Then, without saying anything else, Vanoss left the workspace and headed out towards a rather secluded area to test out Evan's new sword.
The area that he stopped was quite deserted, and the land was flat. Perfect place to test his new sword.
Vanoss: Alright...
Taking out something from his Inventory, Vanoss bought out a huge 5m x 5m Silver Star cube, a <B+> rank Metal(Lv.70).
From what he had heard, Silver Star metals are one of the seven Prismatic Ores, they are a grade of seven high-class minerals and a series of highly valuable minerals that were found in various locations in Fordalt or around the world. They were metals that were regarded as even more valuable than the likes of something as Adamantine. They are highly valued in the market and each cost millions due to their rarity it offers. However, such rarity have led to many people scheming to rob it from owners of those ores.
While each of those metals cost millions of Euros, Vanoss didn't mind as he bought many which spent 65% of Vanoss and his friends' cash.
Okay, enough with stuoid information. After Vanoss bought it out from his Inventory, he placed it in the area from him.
Putting his new sword into the scabbard that Ironwood had just given him, Vanoss took a deep breath.
With a thought, the mana in the air converged toward his hand that gripped onto the sword.
As the mana started to flow, the sword gradually started to glow and Evan felt he was about to launch from a cannon.
Confirming that it was working, taking a step forward, and focusing all of his mana on the tip of his finger, Evan tapped the grip of the sword.
*Click!*
A clear and crisp sound was heard in the air the moment he touched the grip of the sword.
*Bang!*
What followed after that was a loud explosion as the earth before Vanoss tore apart and a long line that stretched over dozens of meters appeared in front of Evan. And to Vanoss' surprise, he cut the huge Silver Star cube in half clean, even though he didn't use 1/4 of his mana on his sword.
In front of him, the huge Silver Star Metal was half cut clean with a deep scar that sank at least a meter onto the ground and appeared in Evan's vision once the dust cleared out.
Vanoss: Holy shit... I have now became the Gook Skywalker.
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Since then, a week had officially passed and it was now the day where their stay at the Meccan kingdom came to an end.
Technoblade: Are you guys leaving on your own?
Standing in front of a large portal, Technoblade looked in Team 6's direction.
Delirious: Yeah.
Technoblade: You know Portals and Teleportation Magic can be fast?
Wildcat: Of course, Techno. But we will decide we should use the old fashion way.
Technoblade: Alright then.
Moo: Wait, where in the world is that Lizard Lady?
Brock muttered out loud as he leaned by the side of the wall.
Technoblade: With Evan, doing the Dragon and the Owl.
Moo: I regret asking.
Technoblade: Okay, I'm joking, she's already at the Headquarters of the Midnight Kairos. And as for me, I should go on my way.
As Technoblade was about to turn, Delirious in the distance asked something.
Delirious: Hold up, Technoblade. I was wondering, the time we first face against the Duergars, the time they poison you with gasses, I heard you were poisoned, I thought Demigods are pretty much immune to almost every status effect?
Technoblade: Oh, I thought you supposed to know that I pretended to be. Probably I'm a very good actor, so good that even the narrative didn't write what's on my mind and actual condition.
Wildcat: Wait, so you're saying you just broke the 4th wall?
Technoblade: I pretty much didn't break Tyler, manipulating the narrative thoughts was kinda one of my feats.
Basically: You what—!?
Technoblade: Well, enough talking about my OP feats, gotta go!
Then, turning around, he immediately proceeded to make his way toward the portal.
???: Wait!
But just before he could enter, Vanoss behind everyone spoke up.
Instantly everyone looked in his direction.
With all of their eyes, even Technoblade focused on him, a bitter smile emerged on his face as he scratched the back of his head.
Vanoss: Ehm... did you forget your little line Techno?
Technoblade: ...
Silence enshrouded the area around the group. Before anyone could say anything else, Technoblade responded.
Technoblade: Oh darn, this world changes me, I almost forgot my favorite lines. Ah, okay, okay.
Looking at everyone one by one, Technoblade's lips curve upwards, saying his final words towards the group.
Technoblade: I'll be leaving now, our journey is fun, dangerous, and sick and better than these losers with bikes and the entire Lord of the Rings And the Hobbits franchise and other shit. When we part ways, I will never forget about you guys, while you guys have fun, getting content, or whatever you losers do, while I, the mighty Tecnoblade will recreate my once proud Potato Empire in my old home, farming billions of pounds of Potatoes, and I... am not joking. I'm gonna miss you guys. Thank you all for sharing my journey through it all...
...So long Nerds! Technoblade out!
*Vooom!*
After his goodbye speech, Technoblade directly stepped into the portal and vanished.
*Silence*
Once again, silence...
Wildcat: Wow, not gonna lie, I almost cried.
Basically: It is just like rewatching his last words on his last Youtube Video on Youtube.
Nogla: Yeah, best of all there are no Youtube Comment Sections seeing Haters who like sucks dicks.
Everyone: Agreed.
Basically: So guys, wanna get back to the bus?
Everyone: Yup...
Nodding their heads, everyone headed towards the Banana Bus.
As Terroriser follows, he is suddenly stopped by Evan who is tapping his shoulders.
Vanoss: Hey Brian.
Terroriser: Yeah, Evan?
Vanoss: You got what I've told you?
Terroriser: Mhm!
Taking out a small pouch from his Inventory, Brian showed Evan several glowing Items.
Terroriser: Those are the batteries from one of the beacons like you said?
Vanoss: Yup...
Terroriser: It took me all night to steal these, bypassing their advanced defensive systems are a pain in the ass.
Vanoss: At Least you got it now, man!
Then, the two laugh like maniacs.
Terroriser: Yeah, we better go now before these Midgets found out that we stole some of their Eveready Batteries and we are gonna be Wanted Criminals just like the movie A-team.
Vanoss: Yeah, we should.
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(Regency Council)
Seated in the middle of the semi-circular desk where all the other Dwarven Councils sat, Marvin looked around the hall.
Marvin: Have there been any further reports regarding the remaining members of the Scorch Mutiny?
His solemn voice reached every corner of the hall.
Alga: We have located a couple surviving members, but that's all. There are still quite a few at large, but let's be honest, they are nothing but cornered rats at this point.
Alga replied from a couple of seats away from Marvin.
She was one of the thirteen remaining members of the Regency council. There used to be a total of twenty-one before the war.
A total of eight Dwarven Council Members had died during the war.
Casually nodding at Alga's words, Marvin looked at the others with a serious look.
Marvin: That may be true, but unless all of them are out of the picture, I don't want anyone lowering their guard.
Although they had taken out most of the high-ranking members of the Scorch Mutiny, quite a few still managed to escape.
It was fair to say that their main force was gone, but that also didn't mean that they should lower their guard.
Just because they were not as powerful as before didn't mean that they couldn't cause any trouble.
Just because someone was cornered didn't mean that they couldn't bite back when you'd least expect it.
As someone with a lot of experience, Marvin firmly believed in this, hence why he tried to warn all the Council members present to keep a lookout at any of the remaining members of the Scorch Mutiny.
Of course, he also did send out a task force to remove as many of those rats as possible.
It was only a matter of time before all the remaining members were killed.
Marvin: That matter aside, the reason why I have gathered all of you here is because just recently, I have reported someone bypassing our defensive systems, and stole some batteries from one of the beacons.
Instantly, silence descended upon the hall. Then in the next instant, every single person in the hall began to create a huge noise across the hall.
Sweeping the room with his eyes, Marvin silenced everyone.
Marvin: According to the reports, the only person who knows how to access it is several Dwarf Technical workers, Jaroslav, and the person named Terroriser.
Randus: Well, Jaroslav is out of the question.
Marvin: Indeed, it wouldn't make sense. The Dwarf Technical engineers aren't capable of bypassing all of the layers of sentient firewall systems we implant, so now the only person is this guy.
When he says that, a holographic screen appears between the councils.
Alga: Ah, I should've known.
Marvin: What do you mean, Alga?
Alaga: I thought it was me but Mr. Terroriser right there seem odd, very odd. The feeling towards him is a very strange feeling as if it's telling me his being, similar to a Golem.
Random Dwarven Council: What are you saying Alga?
One of the Council members asked.
Alga: Ah, nevermind, just forget it, we have other important things to do.
Marvin: Ok, that aside, what is our plan to take? Mr. Terroriser is one of the friends of the person who is the reason we won the war?
Randus: I think I got one, we should use one or a few special forces to go to the boys, but we also go diplomate first before taking the first shot.
Marvin: Hm, I think it's a good idea, anyone objects, raise your hands.
Hearing his words, no one did.
Marvin: Alright, which one is our best Elite Soldier available?
Random Council Member: What I've got here is the person in the files is a Harpy.
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(Somewhere, 30,000 feet from the Sky)
Right now, our idiotic heroes are back on the bus, that somehow has Jet Engines flying in the sky at subsonic speed, with Terroriser driving.
While this was happening, 'Lake Shore Drive' by Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah was playing inside as the Team felt relaxing from the music.
Delirious: Hey guys, I found one A-rank quest where we should hunt one guy with shit tons of men at B-ranks. The reward cost so much money!
Delirious says, beside Moo is looking out of the window.
Wildcat: Yeah, we should now because Evan uses half of our cash on dozens of Silver Star!
Vanoss: Come on, man! I'm only buying those to create a Tank for us.
While the three were conversing, Nogla leaned forward towards Moo and whispered.
Nogla: Hey Brock, wanna hear a story I just recently thought?
Moo: Yeah, sure, what is it?
Nogla: Okay, so there are 2 types of people in the world, those who dance and those who don't.
Moo: I feel like there are better ways to distinguish people.
Moo said.
Nogla: One day, I met my beloved in a war rally. Everyone in town was dancing except for her. But then, I knew immediately that she was the one for me.
Moo: That's a cute story.
Nogla: Then, the most melodic music could be playing and my beloved wouldn't even tap her foot or move a muscle. One might assume she was dead.
Moo: Uhhh...
Terroriser: Wow! That does sound pretty hot!
Hearing his joke, everyone in the Bus laughs.
Nogla: Haha! Yeah, it would make my nether regions engorge.
Following his words, everyone looks at Nogla with an odd look.
Delirious: Okay, no. That's enough. TMI. Keep it yourself, man.
Wildcat: Yeah, we get the story Nogla, it's not always we should steal jokes from movies.
Vanoss: Hey guys, the moral of this story is that you need to find a woman who is pathetic as you.
Basically: Dude, stop.
Marcel said, looking at Evan with a deadpan look.
In the next moment, the Bus became silent for a moment once again, not until the music in the radio began to static.
Terroriser: Oh god damn it, we are getting close to the good parts! Fuck!
As Terroriser tries to get it fixed, his eyes suddenly catch something in the distance.
Terroriser: Holy shit! Guys, I sensed a huge source of energy is approaching fast! Pinnacle <A+> rank I guess!
Basically: Yeah, my Spider Tinglings are sensing it too!
Before the others could react, a flying humanoid came straight towards the Bus and stopped a couple of meters from them.
A voluptuous person, clad in strange red armor and with pure white wings was staring at them. With long white hair flowing from the strong wind in the high sky, the shape of the armor and the graceful features of a pale young woman, it was obvious that she was a female. More curiously, she was hovering in front of them without her wings flapping and she was loosely holding a reminiscent of a spear.
Surprised by the sudden newcomer, the whole crew froze for a brief moment.
Wildcat: First Demons, now Angels? What the heck is this? A Stuart Slade Novel?