Walking home, a high school student finds himself out of ideas. Originally, he was going to hang out with friends, but most of them had decided to go on vacation with their families. But Blake couldn't blame them for that. Anywhere is better than Nebraska, at least to him.
A life goal of his was to live by the ocean. He could swim whenever he wanted, not having to wait for class to start again. The nearest pool was at his high school.
The sun can be brutal during the summer, and he has a pretty much permanent tan during break. The sun is bright enough to sun bleach his brown hair into looking blond. At least he has brown eyes, the glare from passing cars would suck.
In his small depression, he thinks, 'A swim would be so nice right now…'
Making his way to a crosswalk, he pressed the button on the electric cross sign.
"Man, it's unnaturally busy today."
Turning around, Blake looks around to see a kid behind him.
"Oh… Yeah. I think it has something to due with the factory in town." A new plastics manufacturing facility was being built, and because of that, trucks carrying heavy machinery and buses of workers could be seen basically at all times of the day.
The Cross sign turned green.
Hearing a loud car from behind him, Blake places his hand on the boy's shoulder, stopping him from crossing.
"Hey, mister, what was—"
An old-fashioned Dodge Charger, a '68 model, quickly turned on red, driving past the crosswalk.
Looking shocked, the kid looked up at Blake. "Thanks, Mister!"
"It's no problem. Giddy on home now."
As both of the boys cross the gap, the younger boy turns and waves as he takes a right. Continuing his path home, a notification comes up on Blake's phone.
'You've been invited to the MRE group chat, would you like to join? Yes/No.'
"What the heck?"
He thinks for a moment as he stares down the suburban sidewalk.
"Well, I've got nothing else to do."
Clicking yes, another text box opens.
'Thank you for participating. You will be given a randomized cheat ability and be reincarnated into a randomized world.'
"Huh?"
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All her life, she has been insatiable. As a kid, whenever she found a toy or game she liked, she played with it until it either broke or she got bored with it.
That grating itch only got worse with time. As a teenager, she started playing with boys. But she didn't stop there. In high school, she started playing with girls, too.
But the itch only got worse. As her games got riskier and her toys got wilder, the itch got less and less scratched each time.
To the point she couldn't reach it on her own.
As the itch was left unscratched longer and longer, the more she became addicted to what notched her hunger.
Even then, she could only find acceptable… toys.
So, she did the only reasonable thing to do.
She made her games even more… oppressive.
Looking down from the window of her apartment, she drew long on her cigarette. Breathing the flowing cloud of her smoke, she peered down on the city below her.
Paris is known for its art and food. But for Mira, the food has gone stale, and the art has lost its beauty.
Turning back to her king-sized bed, she walked over cigarette in hand.
The man strapped on it couldn't see her face, he could feel the rope digging into his hands and feet as he lay restrained. His leather mask wouldn't let him. While the man couldn't see Mira, he could hear her… Feel her.
To him, that was enough. But for her… it wasn't.
Looking down at the man as if he were the most pathetic thing in the world, she stepped on his crotch with the long, thin heel of her thigh-high black boot.
Taking a deep breath as the man whimpered like a child, Mira sighed.
When most saw Mira, the first thing that would be noted was her silky black hair. Dark like the abyss. Her deep purple eyes were next, drawing the weak-willed into her games. Then her white, pearl-like skin gave her the appearance of a ghost that would pass by the viewer. Ripe, blood red lips were formed into an ugly frown as she grew tired of this game.
Flicking the ash onto her pitiful toy with her black leather gloves, she heard a new sound erupt from him.
The whimper turned into a surprise yell, dropping the act, her toy began to try and talk through his mask, only for it to be muffled.
Mira knew what he was saying, even if she couldn't make out his words. She didn't need to; the woman in black always had a knack with 'understanding' people.
But even so, that didn't stop a new sensation rising within her. Like a new warmth started going up her body. Her heart began to beat faster.
As her pale cheeks began to ever so slightly redden, the warmth stopped halfway up her back, in an unfinished chill. The goosebumps on her body partially formed began to recede.
The something cracked. Not any windows, but something within her. In Mira.
The heart in her chest began to slow once more.
Grabbing her left breast, she squeezed, trying to feel the beat of her heart. As if trying to check if this was real, but sadly, her leather-bound breast gave no confirmation.
As her fingers begin to sink into her large breasts, they go limp, and her hand falls.
Looking down at the toy under her, a monstrous light entered her purple eyes.
Digging her cigarette into the man's leg, he screams out in pain.
Throwing away her light, she crawls on top of him. Her cold touch alone was enough to harden his crotch, even with the pain.
Coiling her hands around his neck, a panic erupts from his muffled cries.
The warmth returned. Stronger. Harder. Hotter. The warmth spread across her body and up her back.
Reaching her neck and forming a red blush over her face. A cruel smile forms on her crimson lips.
The more he screamed, the firmer he got. Reaching high enough to graze her open entrance, but not high enough to enter.
As her hands began to crush his windpipe, his screams began to become more and more desperate, and with his final effort, he yelled, trying to thrust upward. Only to miss and lose strength.
But none of that mattered to Mira.
All that mattered was the feeling of lightning striking her after hearing that dying scream. The itch was scratched in full, and the wave of pleasure rolled over her.
Her hands squeezed with all the force they could produce. Her back arched up, and her eyes rolled over as she scratched that itch.
Waking from her pleasure-induced haze, she looked down on her now broken toy. Blush still permeated her hauntingly beautiful face.
As her high slowly descended, she left the motionless body under her and walked to her purse, grabbing another cigarette.
Hoping to prolong the pleasure in a vain attempt to satiate her hunger longer.
With clarity in her eyes, she looked over to the broken toy.
A sigh left her throat as her silken voice spoke, disappointed.
"A game not played, but survived—if I'm lucky."
Realizing she now had to dispose of a broken toy, her mind calmly began to think.
Interrupting her planned escape, a text bubble appears. 'You've been invited to the MRE group chat, would you like to join? Yes/No.'
Now with nothing more to lose, she clicks yes.
'Thank you for participating. You will be given a randomized cheat ability and be reincarnated into a randomized world.'
"Oh?" Looking at the bed, "Perfect."
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Michael has always been a fan of the occult, even as a kid. He'd watch scary movies with his dad every Monday and dress up as the boogie man. He would even make summoning circles and pentagrams in the hope of summoning a demon or devil to serve him.
That feeling of wonder never left him as an adult. His friends would say he's obsessed, but Michael would say it's a passing interest.
As he got older and began working in a corporation, he was forced to put aside his hobby.
Living his life, sleeping, working, and eating, he fell into a hole of repetition.
But, on a whim, he decided to stop by an old used bookstore. Stopping by these collections of rare and miscellaneous books, he couldn't help but be reminded of his youth.
That is, until one book stole his eye.
The book itself was a faded brown color, the leather was stretched thin and had a rough exterior born from age.
Pulling out this leather-bound tome, he had to brush off the dust to confirm its title.
"The Necronomicon." As those words left his lips, an old joy entered his mind. Years of work had run him ragged, but to him, this book was a sign.
Sign to remember his passion. Heading the store clerk, he demanded to buy the tome.
The clerk had a strange look on him. He had no recollection of that book ever existing. "I'm sorry, sir, but I've never seen that book in my life. It's not even on our registry."
Michael's shoulders sagged, knowing the clerk won't be able to sell it to him.
Noticing the customers' loss of spirit, the clerk sighed.
"Look, if you want it that badly, then take it. Just leave your phone number, in case someone comes around asking for it."
Instantly writing his number down. Michael rushed out the door and to his house.
Finding a comfortable chair to sit in, he began to read.
Minutes turned to hours as he found himself engrossed in the book. By the time he had finished, he said that day had turned to night.
"2 am? Dang, I must have gone overboard with it."
Heading over to turn the light off in his living room, he looks back at his book.
"Well, in for a penny, in for a pound."
Michael grabbed a large can of salt and entered his garage to pull out some old caulk he used to carry around.
He realized that with him being the only one in the house, no one would bother him with his obsession.
Looking at the book in his hand, Michael used the white caulk in his left hand to draw a circle.
As the lines connected, they formed a star with intricate iconography. Latin and occult symbols filled the gaps between the start and the outer circle, oddly, even some English was in it as well. 'Hell's Gate arrested - Gott Mit Uns - And shine heaven now. Hellsing.'
He was a bit rusty, but had years of experience.
The circle was finished, all that was left was to chant the aria of summoning.
Clearing his throat, he spoke with practiced ease.
"Per cereum flammam et lunam lentam
Te voco ut surgas e tumulo lentam."
As he spoke, the circle began to glow red, his eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth lifted. Despite his amazement, he continued.
"In aura umbrae et ritu cruente,
Veni, domine mortis et noctis ardente."
With the circle growing bright enough to blind him, a text bubble appears in front of him.
'You've been invited to the MRE group chat, would you like to join? Yes/No.'
Without thinking, he answered yes.
'Thank you for participating. You will be given a randomized cheat ability and be reincarnated into a randomized world.'
Has he disappeared, he saw a small shadowy figure standing over the circle. Giving him a wide, toothy smile
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Standing in a locker room, Erika pulled out a small stuffed animal from her purse. Though she may look like an Amazon and have the strength to match them, deep down, she loved cute things. They were her strength. She got the one she holds this very moment after the last match she one.
Her room is completely covered in stuffed animals.
But she couldn't let her opponents know that. In this industry, you had to be cold and rough. Not show any sign of weakness. Never let your enemy find a chink in the armor.
Hugging the tiny stuffed rabbit, she let herself calm before the storm.
Her small time of respite was ruined as a knock on her door pulled her out of la-la land. Quickly hiding away Mr. Snuggles into her locker, she walked over to open the door.
"Ah, good. We need to get going, your match is in 5 minutes."
Nodding, Erika followed her coach into the hall.
"Now remember, Erika, the champ is a speed type. You'll have to lock her down and strike hard."
"I know, I know. You don't have to tell me twice. We've analyzed her style in and out. I just need to knock her off her toes."
Her coach gave an approving nod.
Walking up to the stage. She shakes her brown hair and starts to do small jumps side to side, trying to warm up her body. The lights on her always make her naturally tan skin pop.
Crossing the Rubicon into the arena, she looks at her opponent. Her yellow eyes meet blue.
Before her stands the world middle champion for Women's MMA.
Ursala Rockovich, The Ice Breaker. A blond, blue-eyed, walking cold-hitting machine.
But Erika was no slouch either. Standing about 4 inches taller than Ursala's 5 feet 9, Ursala would have to play around her reach.
The fight was almost unfair; Erika was half a pound under the maximum, while Rockovich was on the low end. The crowd knew that fact, but it was Ursala's skill that brought her to the top. That and her deceptively strong punches.
It was said that the pain went straight to her opponent's organs, making them a hazard to all who stepped into the ring.
The Ice Breaker wouldn't make Erika the Amazon cower. None would, especially with the stakes being as high as they are. If Ursala wins, she keeps her title. If Erika wins, not only does she gain the world champion title, but also another prize. One of her designs.
A promise that fuels her at this very moment.
"Fighters, are you ready?" blares the announcer.
The crowd cheers are both fighters step towards each other.
"ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLE!"
Erika and Ursala touch gloves. Each fighter is deep in thought, as their instincts begin to show, waiting for the first move to be taken.
Ursala is thinking a thousand thoughts a second. Hundreds of plans, strategies, and tactics to counter moves that haven't happened yet. Trying to counter possibilities.
Only one thought resided in Erika's mind. One guiding Idea and principle that will lead her to victory. After years of cultivation, she has managed to fuse both her thoughts and instinct into one under conviction.
Now, at this very moment, the only thing on her mind is this. 'I WILL WIN MS. SNUGGLES!'
Yes, the premier middleweight fighter of the world has only thoughts of winning a stuffed animal during the most important match of her life. The winning of this stuffed animal is, in fact, a self-inflicted condition to acquire it.
This is the pure will and determination that guides this fighter to victory.
Her single-minded love of things cute is her secret to success. If she can't keep this focus, then even the fabled Ice Breaker won't stand a chance.
With Ursala in her own mind and Erika out of hers, it is the Amazon who strikes first.
Throwing a textbook right jab towards her temple, only for Rockovich to duck right and swing a low right hook.
Erika lowers her left arm to block, taking a punch that reverberates through her muscled physique, stunting her movement for a moment, unfamiliar with such a strike.
That moment was all Ursala needed as she stepped forward and threw a left upper cut.
As if her body knew it before she herself did, Erika tilts her head to the right just enough for the upper cut to pass through, leaving her ear to take the blow.
Even with Ursala's punch shaking around her inner and outer ear, Erika pushes both hands forward, clasping behind Ursala's neck. Trapping Ursala's right arm and pulling her into a devastating left knee directly into the Ice Breaker's solar plexus.
Setting her left foot to the ground, Erika capitalizes on her opponent's breath being lost. Keeping her trapped, Erika uses her weight advantage to unbalance Rockovich and slam a left hook into the liver.
Sending paralyzing shockwaves throughout her body.
Letting go of Ursala's arm, Erika throws a left upper cut strong enough to lift Ursala's entire body.
Landing on the ground, Ursala struggles to get up and goes into a Jiu Jitsu ground stance, trying to provoke her foe to the ground.
Erika takes a step forward, her balance still not having recovered from her ear, and she almost stumbles.
Ursala, noticing this, goes on the offensive. Sweeping Erika's leg, causing the Amazon to fall.
Slamming her shoulder, slapping the ground, and lifting her head up, Erika loses only her footing as she falls with practiced ease.
The Ice Breaker charges forward and attempts to gain side control over the Amazon, but Amazon is one step ahead.
Placing her right knee between them to create distance and grabbing Ursala's left arm, Erika pulls a lightning-fast roll and slams Ursala onto the ground.
As the two struggle for dominance, the bell rings and both fighters are separated. The two fighters enter their corners, take a rest for a moment.
Erika's coach comes up with cold water.
"You're doing great, kid. I know one good kick to the temple will KO her."
Coach, knowing that he won't get a response, leaves the corner.
Only one thing is on Erika's mind.
'MS. SNUGGLES!'
The second round bell rings. Ursala is looking worse for wear, while Erika is shaken, but not stirred.
As the two fierce beasts approach, both throw a left cross out of the gate. Only Erika's hit strikes true due to her reach. With Ursala right where Erika wants her, she readies her leg to due a left kick.
But as she is pulling her knee up, a blue text box appears. 'You've been invited to the MRE group chat, would you like to join? Yes/No.'
"Eh?"
Lightning strikes, and her focus is lost. With the text box covering her vision, she lowers her leg and jumps back.
Confusion and anger run through her body as she looks for a way to close the pop-up. As she tries to press no, like a comet, a heel strike craters into her temple. Sending her instantly to the ground and to click yes by accident.
'Thank you for participating. You will be given a randomized cheat ability and be reincarnated into a randomized world.'
As the world fades around her, only her thoughts remain.
'Did I get Ms. Snuggles?'
And something else.
'If only I could see past that text.'
{Text undefined, [Magic Sense] Acquired. ERROR. ERROR. Additional system found. MRE System Acknowledged. MRE SYSTEM accesses privileges granted.}
'Mr. Snuggles will be sad without Ms. Snuggles'
{Confirmed. Creating a Body suitable for Mr. Snuggles. [Rabbit Woman physiology] Acquired.}
'If only I kept my focus, then I could have relied on my instincts.'
{Confirmed. [Focus State] Acquired.}
'I should have cuddled more cuties, then my life would have been complete.'
{Confirmed. Unique Skill [Beast Master] acquired.}
'Maybe I should have started that flower shop with Mom.'
{Confirmed. Unique skill [Floramancer] acquired.}
Erika's vision went dark.
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As metallic arms slowly descend, their mechanical load is revealed from the large hanger. Reaching their stopping and running slack, the full weight of Dove's Knight softly comes to a halt, and the Armory Bay dock extends forwards.
A young man of 25 walks forward to the steel behemoth. Dirty blond hair, sickeningly pale skin, and skinny yet muscled build made him look as if he'd never seen the sun in his life. Dove's height of 6 feet 2 is dwarfed by the metallic giant's towering stature.
Rising with commanding grace, the Azure Comet towered to a height of one hundred fifty-seven—515.09 feet, an imposing silhouette that mirrored the proud stance of an ancient knight.
Its sleek white armor gleamed softly, smooth and immaculate, crafted as if from polished porcelain yet stronger than tempered steel. Every line, every angle spoke of precision, dignity, and a subtle but unmistakable menace.
Its helm-like head bore an elegant visor, behind which glowed twin sensors—piercing and serene in radiant azure. Its limbs were sculpted to mimic the noble form of a knight in armor, exuding both strength and refined agility, plates overlapping seamlessly to offer unrivaled protection without compromising speed or elegance.
Gripped confidently in its hand was a lance of futuristic design, a weapon as graceful as it was deadly. Its elongated form tapered to a deadly point, capable of unleashing devastating pulses of azure energy.
Opposite the lance, a large, gracefully contoured shield stood ready, white as untouched snow, capable of withstanding the fiercest assaults, glowing faintly at its edges whenever struck.
Placed onto the lower back, a custom long-range artillery cannon commonly found on Heavy Battle cruisers, outfitted to act as a rifle for handheld usage. Designed with two main methods of firing, short range— thirty-five thousand meters, and long range—indefinite. The differences between the two modes are fire speed and effective tracking range.
Mounted on the right shoulder proudly stands a prototype Emperor Class weapon, the Ranged Singularity Cannon—affectionately dubbed the RSK Shot. Capable of firing a micro-singularity, able to penetrate any substance or phenomenon known to man.
The long, slender cannon is white like the others, but capable of compressing its size while out of combat mode. While in this state, it is thirty meters in length. In combat mode, one hundred. Like all of the armaments created for this truly unique machine, it is a sight that steals the breath of all. Be it fear or awe.
As the mech moved, its boosters roared to life, emitting streaks of vivid azure flame. In motion, it became a blur, a brilliant streak of sapphire light tearing through darkness, earning it its storied name—Azure Comet.
Each burst from its thrusters, each strike from its lance, bathed the battlefield in vibrant blue, a beacon both beautiful and terrifying, illuminating its path of dominance.
The Azure Comet was more than a weapon; it was a testament to power refined, a dazzling combination of martial elegance and futuristic might, a guardian knight reborn in the azure fire of technology's zenith.
Placing his hand on the chassis of his partner in war. Originally built with an experimental compressed titanium and tungsten layering system, it was later replaced with a nuclear pasta-based alloy chassis in the past decade of the Orion War.
A part of the Azure company, a private military company that is currently under contract with the GTF.
During the fall of the Western Star rail network, Dove and the Azure Comet were partially destroyed in the collapsing subspace.
Both still had scars to show from it. The subspace gateway closed on closed onto the Azure, ripping it in half. Miraculously, the steel behemoth turned in the last minute without Dove's command, sparing him from being split in half along with the Azure. But it left the cockpit open to the vacuum of space, and the skin of Dove's right arm was ripped off in the process.
It was only thanks to both his safety gear and Azure that Dove survived.
While the pilot's skin was replaced with an artificial carbon fiber membrane, the Azure Comet was outfitted with both its current chassis and updated internal mechanisms for piloting.
The Neural Interface operating system, or NIOS for short, was invented three years before the war started, but it was put aside for commercial endeavors due to the dangerous surgeries required to use it.
It was when the first Orion invasion occurred that the Galactic Trade Federation(GTF) decided to place it into use in defense against the Cabal. A conglomerate of Xeno Invaders.
The NIOS connected both the Pilot and the Knight on a mental level, a product of the metaphysical revolution in the late Outer Solaris Era. It placed both the system AI and the Pilot consciousness into the same realm of thought.
Due to the lack of testing, it left pilots with prolonged usage to hallucinate the AI system outside of their Knight. Though if you asked any Knight Runner worth their oxygen, they'd tell you the AI was linked to them on a metaphysical level. Aptly named Machine Spirits.
It would explain the odd behavior that the Knights would exhibit when no pilot was running them.
But the Azure Comet was special. It acted on its own, it could fight on its own, and it protected Dove on its own. There was even a case in which it flew towards a crashed astronautical ship, 5 light years away. It made use of the experimental individual subspace unit added to it after the Star Rail incident.
Allowing for the pilot and Knight alike to tunnel through space and fight like phantoms in the field. A unit that only they bear as the genius scientist who designed it died shortly after its experimental stage.
Ever since then, both Dove and Azure have been fighting off both Xenos and Traps set by the GTF. One in the protection of the GTF, and the other in defense against the GTF.
Leaving his trance, Dove looks up at the Azure Comet.
She was a thing of beauty. A towering machine and partner that Dove found as a boy, a guardian knight that protected him as he grew into a man. And in return, Dove founded the Azure company and collected the smartest engineers and made friends in powerful places in order to fix and enhance her already amazing abilities.
"Are you ready?" In response, the chest section opened up and welcomed Dove in.
The Armory dock extended, and He climbed in. Clicking the return button on the dock, he moves down the industrial walkway, and the entrance closes.
The Azure Comet is one of the largest Knights ever produced, with the height of a skyscraper. Classified as a Light Cruiser-class vehicle, it is also outfitted with extensive living quarters, and after more than a decade together, it has become the only home for Dove.
Capable of comfortably fitting 10 people, equipped with both a kitchen and waste management system, it is suited for long stretches of fighting, exploration, and battles of attrition.
Arriving at the cockpit, he lies down on a throne of wire and probes. Connecting himself to the NIOS via the neural port, a line of long needle-like protrusions that enter the spine.
Feeling the twitch of access as the Azure enters is mind. The mental image of his body overlaps with Azure Comet; in mind and body, they become one.
"Welcome home, Jack." Replies with a warm, feminine voice. Though she sounded somewhat robotic in quality, Jack never cared for that.
He accepted her, just as she had done for him.
"I'm home, Caelivra."
Interrupting their conversation, a blue text bubble appears.
'You've been invited to the MRE group chat, would you like to join? Yes/No.'
Noticing the text before them, Caelivra speaks. "I received that while you were in port, I have not been able to interact with it. I believe it is meant for both of us."
"I see. You're thoughts?"
"I have considered multiple possibilities and believe it to be a method of recruitment."
"Understood, I'll accept then. After we lost Albert and Jacob, we're the only two left in the Azure Company. And I'd say it's time we gained new employment."
"Agreed, I will follow you wherever you go."
'Thank you for participating. You will be given a randomized cheat ability and be reincarnated into a randomized world.'
And Both's vision went dark.
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Sitting at the local coffee shop, stirring his second cup of coffee, Darwin watches the clock. He knows that his date won't show, but his ever-hopeful heart begs him to stay. His black hair had been meticulously done in a way to achieve the perfect look. Looking cared for, but not too cared for.
Having worn casual clothing that slightly emphasizes his toned muscles, which he has been working on for years. Viewing down at the coffee before him, he sees his hazel eyes reflect at him with a hint of loneliness.
'In a minute, it'll be half an hour. Aghhhhhh. My luck never changes.'
The last few years, He has been striking out on the dating scene. With the ever-increasing reliance on dating apps, interpersonal relationships have devolved into quick hookups, and people are ghosting more often.
Seeing as the clock hits the half-hour mark, Darwin makes his leave.
Darwin has always been a romantic at heart, but he, too, has fallen into online dating. And in doing so, has been making use of internet dating.
Weathering the pains of all the baggage that comes with it. Getting into his car, he is left with the oppressive silence.
Sighing to himself as he parks at his apartment complex, he makes his way home. Entering his door, he kicks off his shoes, locks the door, walks to his bed, and falls face-first into it.
Groaning to himself, he recalls the girls he's seen over the years.
'Samantha was nice, but she cheated on me with her ex. Catlin was fun, but ended up moving to Germany, and I can't do long distance. Andrea helped me out of a bad spot, but she started dating someone before I could ask the question.'
Getting a notification on his phone, Darwin sluggishly pulls out his phone and looks to see that his friend posted something on social media.
It was a wholesome picture of his friend's newborn son. As it was getting likes and comments of congratulations, it felt like he was the only one in the world who felt sad.
"Uggggh! I just want to die in a hole." He said in his anguish.
A text box shows up before him, stealing away his depressed thoughts.
'You've been invited to the MRE group chat, would you like to join? Yes/No.'
After reading its contents, he instantly clicked yes. Thinking, he must have started dreaming.
'Thank you for participating. You will be given a randomized cheat ability and be reincarnated into a randomized world.'
His vision slowly darkens as he falls to sleep.
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Flipping in the air, she is caught by the girls behind her. Performing a dangerous yet exciting move puts the crowd in awe. Her cheerleader team his performing while the high school baseball players are currently warming up.
As the captain of the cheerleading squad, it is her duty to ensure everyone is having fun and excited for the game.
Watching her teammates perform similar moves, she claps and cheers along with the crowd.
While most think she is the perfect student, the hottest girl in school, and guaranteed to get into Tokyo University, Yuki Kanda was actually the descendant of an ancient clan of Ninja.
Having learned the art of stealth and assassination from an early age, Yuki has always been impossibly flexible and out of reach of all of the students. But she had a problem; she dreamed of fame. Of being a star known the world over.
But she knew she could never draw too much attention to herself. Besides her guilty pleasure of cheerleading.
After a close game, with everyone biting their nails, her team managed to squeak out a win. Seeing the chaos that had been created from their close victory, Yuki did her best to help clean up.
While helping the baseball players put away equipment, Tanaka, a batter who had a crush on Yuki, approached her from behind. Alone.
With her slim waist, porcelain skin, naturally dark hair put into a ponytail, her lithe but feminine figure, and her doll-like face, it was no wonder that he had fallen for her. In fact, half of the school did.
Hyped up on his victory and charged with adrenaline and testosterone that comes with puberty, he tries to grab her butt.
Before he can, she speaks. "Watch where you put that hand, Tanaka-san, you may lose it." She said before giving him a skin-crawlingly sweet smile, one that promised dismemberment.
Shocked that she noticed him, his previous courage leaves his body, and he walks away.
With him having left the arena, she looks at the knife she always kept hidden on her body. Unnoticed even by the embarrassingly short skirt that the perv of a sports director makes them wear.
A secret technique passed down for generations by the Kunoichi side of her family. Her mother was a kunoichi who seduced her father, but in the end it was her father who stole his now wife's heart.
Hearing her alarm, she looks at her phone and sees that it is time to go back home and study.
Putting the last of the equipment back into place, she says her goodbyes to the baseball team, not including Tanaka, who was now covered in bruises.
Before she left, she heard someone call her from behind.
"Kanda-san! Wait up!" Jogging behind her, Yuki turns his way while carrying her uniform in her school bag.
"Yes, Sato-san?"
"I heard what Tanaka tried to do." He immediately bows at a ninety-degree angle. "I apologize for the inexcusable behavior of one of my teammates. As Captain, it is my responsibility to rein them in. I apologize for putting you in harm's way."
Feeling a bit embarrassed that the baseball captain would go to such lengths, she decided to give him a break.
"I know what it's like, believe me, as captain of the Cheerleaders. It's water under the bridge, I am sure Tanaka-san learned his lesson."
Looking back up at her, his face gleams with gratitude. Before bowing again. "Thank you for your generosity, Kanda-san!" Bowing once more, he walks back towards the school.
Due to her long walk home, it became dark halfway back. Looking up at the stars, Yuki stares in want.
To her surprise, a shooting star passes by.
Taking her chance, she makes a wish.
'I wish, I wish for a chance to be famous'
A blue text box spawns in front of her.
'You've been invited to the MRE group chat, would you like to join? Yes/No.'
To her surprise, she looks in wonder as this incorporeal text lies ahead of her.
"A group chat?" She says out loud to herself. "Well, it's a start."
'Thank you for participating. You will be given a randomized cheat ability and be reincarnated into a randomized world.'
"Really!?" Her face brightens up in excitement, and the world fades around her.
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When I woke up, I began to think about my plan of action. Going from a human mindset to that of the Gravemind would most likely shatter my personality. And so, I've developed a method to keep at least part of me on track.
I almost lost myself, and that is something I will never let happen.
While my existence is constant and impossible to divide, I now have the ability to multitask on a superhuman level. If I am to guess, the more consciousness I consume, the more trains of thought I can have.
I could be wrong about that, so to test that theory, I will start using personas.
The real me will remain in the invincible universe to grow as a person. Who I used to be will stay on the Kamui Earth, living the life I once had to ground myself.
Who I will become will stay in the Kamui Andramada galaxy, practicing strategic and tactical thinking, leading armies, and learning how to manipulate the Flood Super Cell on ridiculous levels.
Creating two duplicates, I prepare to use Kamui and return to the Teen Team.
Before I step into the portal, a text box appears before me.
'All parties have either accepted or denied the MRE Group Chat invitation. Both the Chat and Mission functions will be unlocked. Due to your role as Moderator, you must meet with the Chat Admin.
Are you ready? Yes/No'