—When I explain… please don't burn this city to the ground—
"Can't promise you a thing, chief." Charlotte replied while staring at her nails.
"Any ominous qualifier like that deserves a good razing." Atlas replied casually.
"I'm going to do what I want. Kill if you like." Marie whispered.
"I'll listen first. I'll promise you that much." Riley replied.
Macron put his paws onto the sides of his head and massaged his temples with his thumbs.
"Good enough." He sighed.
His acceptance of their replies reflectively garnered their attention.
"Before I give you your group ssage and your personal ssage, I'm going to play the one that matters most."
Macron reached into his cloak and pulled out a series of magic circles drawn on textiles in the room.
"I'm going to unlock the first one.
If you want to listen to it again, I've been inford that all of you know the spirit mix required to activate it." He instructed.
Macron kneeled, put his hand on the outer ring of the magic circle, and activated it.
The circle lit up bright red, which was unnatural for the Circle of Rembrance.
It ant the ssage held malice.
"Hello. My na is Helix Hellsworth Margrave, and if you're listening to this, it ans that Elia has died and I'm currently dead or out of consciousness."
Marie and Riley burst into tears, Charlotte grit her teeth, and Atlas wore a crumbling poker face expression.
"I've left behind everything you need to survive the otakupocalypse that you've unleashed upon yourself.
I've done this for Macron and Princess Eliza and them alone."
Macron stared at the magic circle with a complex expression.
"However, that is the most you will get from .
If I'm still alive, I'm warning you. If I wake up inside this city's walls, I will stop at nothing to raze it to the ground.
You may think that I've given you a treasure trove, but I assure you I held back. So don't ss with ."
Charlotte chuckled in amazent, and the others nodded.
"After abducting , failing to protect from three assassination attempts, and allowing soone precious to to die, you don't deserve my help.
So if you plan to ask for more, let die or kill ."
The room filled with pressurized indignation.
"However, if you do that, three badass won and one deceptively bored friend will raze this city to the ground.
So you better kill them too."
The four of them burst into minor, pride-filled celebrations.
Macron blinked twice and stared at the group with a wry smile.
"However! This entire country will explode once the otaku super-virgin elite gains power if you do that.
So if you're planning to kill us five, you better murder everyone else too."
The room burst into laughter.
"So unless you're not planning to murder forty-seven people by the ti I wake up, you best not ask for a god damn thing."
Tears of laughter flowed between the group, and the scene emotionally gripped Macron.
"That leads to the obvious consequence of my request.
If I'm alive now, I ask you to provide with dical treatnt as you transport out of Alzeria to a faraway location where people can't find .
Then, I ask that you fake my death."
The mood turned grave again.
"In case you have a flash of inspiration that states, [I know! Let's keep Helix's companions in Alzeria to solve our problems in exchange for his location!]... don't.
I'm not a cliche character that will disappear 1000 miles away for the safety of the people I love.
I find that cliche to be gross.
Moreover, I've recently discovered that I'm a selfish, shaless degenerate that greedily has feelings for four people.
That feeling will transcend death.
I'll clasp hands with the Mad Queen and rain hellfire and brimstone on Myriad if you keep away from the won I love."
Tears of pride and joy flooded the area, and Atlas chuckled in amazent at the declaration.
"I have requests from everyone that will benefit everyone.
I request that you disclose my secret location to Marie Skybolt, Charlotte Kline, Riley Singer, and Atlas one month from now.
If you're wondering, he'll kill if I say his last na."
Atlas chuckled with a warm smile.
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I ask that those four people help you keep the others in check in exchange.
I'm asking for their help because it's hard to live if the most powerful kingdom on the continent is hunting you.
I want all of them to have fulfilling lives that aren't wrought with legal difficulties.
That's the only reason that I'm requesting this favorable exchange.
So if soone decides those four are too valuable to let go at any point in ti, the deal's off.
Go wild, you four. Prove to these fucking idiots what they're up against!"
Macron cringed when he watched the battle-ready expressions of the people in the room.
"There were at least fifteen felonies broken to abduct us, enslave us, and have us fight your battles.
We owe you nothing."
Macron closed his eyes.
"However, you all ssed up playing around with sothing that you don't understand, and those four are your only chance at survival.
With their help, the super-otaku elite task force can be a strong fighting force against the Mad Queen and the impending invasion.
Without their help, you're all going to die before the monsters arrive.
Do not take their kindness for granted."
Smiles lit up through the room.
"Marie, Charlotte, Riley—I ask you to help Macron for the next month.
If you're still in love with , please seek out.
I have no idea why you all care about , but I… like it. A lot.
So I hope you'll continue to share my feelings and co back to ."
Tears of joy touched down onto the grey slate tile in the room.
"If you're expecting to be a level 100 cheat character that gains broken stats by the ti you arrive… please don't.
You'll probably find working as a blacksmith or using magic circles to pretend I'm doing things.
That… is what you signed up for and why I'm confused you like ."
The won burst into laughter.
"Atlas, you will do whatever you want regardless of what anyone tells you.
So making requests would be an exercise in futility for the sake of nothing.
So… just find when you're annoyed with the debt collectors again."
Macron looked at Atlas with wide eyes.
In response, Atlas shrugged and carried on with life.
"Macron—thank you.
I saw how hard you tried to protect .
There is no way you could have understood the gravity of this situation.
I wish I could have bought 100,000 coins to a web novel site to improve your culture and give you nightmares, but alas… I'm the only person in Myriad with the internet."
Uncontrollable laughter overtook the room.
"Once again, thank you.
Don't thank , though.
If I'm dead or fighting for my life—I probably unleashed a biblical-grade shitstorm on this place.
So if people are bitter I'm warning them of a calamity after creating one…."
Macron's face scrunched up.
"That's a you problem, not a problem.
It sucks to be you.
Life isn't fair.
Sotis people are born with wealth and status.
Other tis they're born into poverty.
Sotis, people are abducted, brought to a strange world, granted zeros for all of their stats, dodge countless assassination attempts, and the people they love still die.
Other tis people spend considerable resources to abduct teenagers to fight monsters, only to learn that they're more dangerous than the enemy.
That's just how things are sotis."
Helix sumd up the situation perfectly in a two-sentence tragic cody.
"A final ssage to all of the beautiful won in my life.
No matter what you do before now and the ti that I still see you… I'll still love you.
That's a cultivation genre cliche that I hate, but guess what?
I have a god damn harem.
You love despite being despicably shaless.
It won't faze if you burn a few cities to the ground."
Macron's eyebrow twitched when he saw the won celebrating.
"That said, none of you are one-dinsional yanderes.
So please don't beco one.
Keep being kind, loving, and caring to the good people and brutally maiming the small people who bully the weak.
Raise the confidence of the insecure, and snap the femur of those that act like cultivists.
Please don't take soone's life or hurt them unless it's a last resort.
Don't be like Angelina Wainwright."
Smiles flooded the room.
"Unnnnnnnnless people want to prevent you from seeing .
If that happens, please turn into the peak immortal cultivist that reincarnates in their younger body with 20,000 years of experience.
Summon your inner yandere and save your damsel in distress.
I love you all. Goodbye."
Macron shook his head when he saw the excitent in the won's eyes.
He didn't want to know what a [yandere] was, but he knew it was a word he didn't want to hear in a practical context.
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[A/N: If anyone feels like Helix is a hero after this chapter—don't.
There is nothing kind about what he's doing and the punishnt is still far from over.]
Disclair: Grammatical mistakes and minor inconsistencies = more content.
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