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Castoff: The Apocalypse (ch. 24)

Guts looked like death warmed over, the cursed armor he wore receding to reveal raw skin and a shock of white hair. He leaned heavily on his blade, whose cracks were filled with gold, nearly oblivious to the chaos that transpired around him. He stood like the eye of the storm, because not even the Wild Hunt had wanted to get involved in the battle. However, with his victory, Ciri could see the Wild Hunt pouncing while they saw him weakened.

Her mind was reeling as she darted between sol...

Gacha God: The Inherent Dangers of Mind Control (ch. 36)

It had been a while since I've committed a murder, but even if my skills had gotten a little rusty, I had the basic principles of a good murder down pat. A lot like being a real estate agent, it really came down to two things -- location, and opportunity. Setting up both took a bit of work when it came to my siblings for a rather wide variety of reasons that included but weren't limited to: magic, teleportation, or having to break a reliquary that housed their immortal soul at the same moment...

Gacha God: Picking Fights (ch. 35)

Zarathos was one of those guys that you just didn't fuck with. It was like sticking your dick into an anthill -- sure, you might fuck up the anthill, but your dick would get covered in bites. It was a bad idea all around and even when you won, you still lost. The list of people that I genuinely would never fuck with was a rather short one, but Zarathos was a hundred percent on that list.

The Ancient One only smiled at my refusal, but made no move to take the Eye of Agamotto back. "Disap...

Gacha God: Risk and Rewards (ch. 34)

"I'm going to become a wizard," Ned breathed in disbelief as we walked through the streets of New York. Naturally, the remark got a few glances from anyone that had been paying attention. Especially seeing as to everyone else, Ned was talking to himself. "Do you think I could learn to cast fireball?" He asked, glancing my way as we made our way to our destination.

"Probably," I answered, and that set Ned off. He looked about ready to start dancing in place. He just shone joy out of ever...

Gacha God: Best Intentions (ch. 33)

"Dude. Something’s wrong with Sebastian," Peter heard Ned say as he looked away from his current project. Ned seemed really far away for a moment before Peter realized that he was wearing his magnifying glasses and took them off. Now that he could actually see Ned, Peter saw his best friend seemed genuinely worried.

"What's wrong? Is he hurt?!" Peter questioned, jumping up to his feet, only to trip himself on the cables that he had running under and over his desk. The term organized c...

The Good Life: Old Habits (ch. 17)

The affairs of the living world are for the humans living in it, and despite having a body of flesh and blood, Yoruichi still very much considered herself a spirit.

"This is a terrible idea," Yoruichi informed Law as wind buffeted her face, making her whiskers flap around while the boat they were on crashed through the waves in a spray of water. Law was all smiles as he continued straight for their destination -- Riker’s Island. Home to one of the country’s most depraved prisons acc...

The Good Life: Making Friends (ch. 16)

"Big talk," Stormfront responded to my declaration, "let's see if you can actually back it up." She added, and that… seemed so fake to me now. So utterly fake. The heroic speeches that I’d heard from so many heroes that I admired… now I could only hear some overworked unpaid intern typing them up. Stormfront was acting tough for the cameras. To look good for them. To seem heroic. She took in a sharp breath before lightning gathered around her arms, crackling and sparking as the air seem...

The Good Life: Grand Plan (ch. 15)

It was actually kind of incredible how the timing turned out. Oh, I was being framed like a motherfucker -- which was pretty neat in itself -- but I couldn't exactly blame people for believing that I was behind it. Mostly because I had to double-check that I wasn't behind it. "What are the odds?" I wondered, scratching at my cheek as I watched the snuff film. Seriously, what are the odds?

"At least Asami can expect a significant windfall," Yoruichi remarked, draped over the arm...

The Good Life: Sales Pitch (ch. 14)

"Are you sure it's a good idea to turn them loose like that?" Yoruichi remarked as I took measure of my payday. The second one since the Eight was founded and, boy, I think I got somewhere in the ballpark of a 500% raise in my paycheck. Was this what it felt like to be a CEO? Because all of a sudden, making pay cuts so the board can get some fat bonuses made a lot more sense. This was a pretty great feeling.

I had more money than one man could spend in a lifetime. Enough to kick my feet...

Legends Never Die: Major Players (ch. 53)

It was hardly the first time that I was the center of attention. In the past two years, it was a more common experience than not. I had learned to deal with the attention and the expectations. I became aware of my own influence and the weight of my words. Astrid had pointed it out to me, mincing no words in the process -- in Norway, I had been a giant. I crushed Jarls and made kings. In Francia, I was one of the most important men in the Saxon army, and without me there was no hope of victory...

Legends Never Die: Grand Game (ch. 52)

I had been seeing Constantinople in my dreams, and it made the journey to the city downright antagonizing. We set sail from Athens, our ships nearly sinking from the plunder taken. Across the three attacks, we had gained thousands of gallons of wine and oil. We collected silks, tapestries, pottery, and more. The prisoners were sent with us, and not a single one had stopped begging for mercy for their defeat.

We had been unable to land within the docks but were allowed through the gates....

Legends Never Die: Thermopylae (ch. 51)

“Sparta,” I named the settlement, looking at it with narrowed eyes. It was located in a mountainous area that reminded me of Norway, though admittedly less cold. It should be nearing winter -- I saw signs of it even here. People were pulling in the harvest and not planting anything except for what might grow over winter. It was a strange land, I decided. The winters here were warmer than the summers in Norway.

The city itself was seated in a fortified position. A river divided it in...

Legends Never Die: Parthenon (ch. 50)

The men were eager, I found. While trading was my intention, they sought battle and war. It was their own way to enrich themselves, and with near a thousand Saxons having joined us, they were ready to plunder and prove themselves. On the journey over, two hundred sets of riveted mail had managed to be completed. The task was proving to be more time consuming than expected, but two hundred sets was more than enough to make many men jealous of the armor.

Their excitement was only matched ...

Never Fade Away: Tatted on My Face (ch. 38)

"Y'all might remember me talking about folks using the many, many Sandevistans floodin' the streets for races and such. Well I got an update."

"Apparently races are too boring for some, so they're hunting posse's of gangoons and using their Sandys' to kill them… with style."

"I'm talking throwin' knives and grenades and parkour and all sorts of things - one fella even used a spoon. I'll let you decide whether or not you wanna find out how - plenty of vids a...