"Let get this straight… You ca here because you wanted to escape from the shitshow that is currently happening in this Kingdom… The Arcelon Kingdom, and didn't bother to tell us you were being pursued?" I glared at my friend from Earth, who sheepishly rubbed his head and made so whistling sounds, before he looked at with an embarrassed expression.
"In my defense, I didn't know I was being pursued until you told that a piece of Drakhan's soul told you." I narrowed my eyes at him even more, causing him to flinch in response.
"And pray tell, how did you figure out you were being pursued when I said that Drakhan's soul piece told the information?" He looked at straight in the eyes for a mont, before his previously exposed arms took on the appearance of two gauntlets.
I then recalled another piece of information Drakhan's soul piece residing inside my cloak gave earlier.
"You're the wielder of the Gauntlets of Sharok?" He nodded and the two equipped pieces of intricate tal vanished from view, fully exposing his arms once more.
"Yep. As much of a pain in the ass Drakhan is sotis, he has saved my life countless tis already. So, when he tells you sothing will happen, you better believe it will happen." Drake snickered, and I sighed. He approached and laid a hand on my shoulder, my fur and skin feeling the touch of his skin instead of the invisible gauntlets. "Lighten up. They failed to catch , and damn if I ain't helping you with a problem I brought along."
"… Fine." I grabbed his hand perched on my shoulder and gave it a good shake. "Also, if you can make the gauntlets intangible, can I do the sa with my cloak?"
"Absolutely." Drake grinned. "But first, let's get going. Don't want to let a eting start late."
I agreed and we both huffed it out of the house. Once outside, he demonstrated how to make the cloak intangible.
"Since you have a System, and I'm still jealous, by the way, do you have an inventory?" I nodded, and he clapped his hands. "Great, this will be easier then. Picture the cloak being sucked into your inventory, but instead of your inventory, imagine the cloak being sucked into your body, kind of like you're assimilating the item with your skin."
Looking at him funny before reminding myself he was the expert with the items from Drakhan, I breathed in and closed my eyes, my mind imagining the piece of cloth getting sucked into my skin. A mont later, I no longer felt the cloak on my body, but I did, however, feel that the cloak was still on .
"Congratulations. You just figured out how to make Drakhan's items intangible." He looked at , but I was still processing the action I had done.
'Is it possible to do it with other items? Maybe I can find the skillbook on the Dungeon Market?' My thoughts were going at 100 kiloters a second as to how I could weaponize this type of feature. If what I got was a sword instead of a cloak, could I manifest it inside the body of a person mid-swing? If that could happen, then it would be a very broken skill against those well-protected.
"Uh, Jionni? Hey, Jionni?" I didn't notice Drake calling until he made a snap right in front of my face. My eyes widening slightly, I looked at him, only to see him looking at with a grin. "Can't believe your habit of analyzing things was brought here, not that it's a bad thing."
I blinked, then chuckled, a bit glad that that trait from my last life followed here.
"Well, excuse if I over-analyze things. It's what keeps alive in this bullshit world." Both him and I snorted at the sa ti, though I did notice him wince a little when I finished my sentence.
"Yeah, well, anyway. We've been taking up too much ti. Let's go?" He asked, and I shrugged as we continued walking.
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"We have a problem."
"What's the problem?"
"It seems we have an incoming attack in the near future, and not the normal ones either."
We were now inside the eting Room after about half an hour of gathering the various leaders, humans and demi-humans who were required to attend, and another half an hour of waiting for all of them to arrive.
And now, here we are, the first person to take the initiative with the question being Nicholas, who seed to have a gut-feeling about the incoming raid after looking at Drake for a brief ti.
"… I was right then." Nicholas sighed as he drooped his head down. Looking around, we weren't that many. Only the most notable people were currently attending, those being Luke, Bentley, Nicholas, Qoh, Shonah, Zurug, Gobun, Krag, rethyl, Mariona, Aratella, Rosada, and our recent addition, Drake. "I knew I recognized you from sowhere."
"… Oh… Didn't think I would run into you, Nick." Drake said, and I perked my head up.
"Drake, Nicholas, do you two know each other?" Both Nicholas and Drake nodded, and they looked at each other before the older one opened his mouth.
"We were in the sa Hunter team once. Only for a few quests, though." Nicholas tapped on the table as he regaled the tale of both him and Drake being in the sa party. "The man's a moron, lazy, and quite naïve when we first t. That changed though, when our team continued on for longer."
I looked at Drake with a raised eyebrow, his hand rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Right, maybe that was a few years ago when he first transmigrated.
"To summarize, if he survived for years after we disbanded our team and I beca the Hunter Association's Kazanpan branch manager, then he's probably a stronger monster than before." I tilted my head at that. I then looked at Drake, who was looking more and more flustered the more his old teammate continued to praise him…
He was weak to praise back on Earth as well…
"Right, disregarding Drake's strength, what I want to talk about right now is the incoming raid, brought to you by our newest mber." I gestured my hand to Drake, who then slumped in his chair from the embarrassnt he was currently receiving.
"Do you really have to phrase it like that?"
"Yes, yes I do." He groaned and I held in a chuckle. "Nicholas, Bentley, Luke, since you three are the most familiar with how those fanatics… What do you call them, by the way?"
"Those fanatics? They have a na?" Nicholas asked with an imaginary question mark flying over his head. Beside him, both Luke and Bentley facepald at their less-inford compatriot.
"… Did you ever read the reports your daughter gave you?" Nicholas chuckled nervously and Bentley groaned.
"In my defense, the reports were a stack of paper taller than my table."
"You know what, nevermind. Lord Jionni, they call themselves the Human Movent Federation. They serve the Goddess of Humans, Phoemis, and whether or not their actions are warranted by the Goddess, their doctrine is to enslave or wipe-out those who dare to stand on the sa pedestal as humans."
"… So basically, human extremists." I summarized and the three of them nodded. I groaned. "Great… Soldiers are one thing. Extre fanatics are another."
All of the present nodded at my words. Soldiers can be made to fear, but fanatics? Yeah, we'll be lucky if they even try to run. They'll probably fight to the bitter end, so no conversion, unless there are so unwilling ones in their group, but that's highly unlikely, seeing that the group that is coming for us are one of the elites.
"Alright, I have a plan in mind, but this will lean heavily on the elent of surprise. Gobun, I need every goblin who knows how to make traps, so pull them out of their current work and have them gather with my primates who specialize in traps. Qog, tell your orcs to be ready. We might lose so of them. The sa for you, Shonah. Aratella, Rosada, you and your tribes will help with the goblins and primates lay so traps in the entrance, as well as the forest outside my Dungeon. The rest, prepare."
Everybody nodded, and I stood up from my seat.
"Is that all, no questions?" Seeing that none of them voiced out their thoughts, I humd, then raised my voice. "Then, dismissed. Gobun, Aratella, Rosada, you have one hour."
Gobun saluted and quickly rushed out to take the goblins specializing in trap-making to the primates ASAP. The sa could be said for Rosada and Aratella, though I still had Chip monitoring the both of them.
It seems that Aratella has been guilty for misinterpreting my actions, while Rosada was still plotting sothing. That sothing, I still have no idea since none of the alraunes would even talk about their leader's plans.
Exiting the building, I grabbed Drake and pulled him along.
"… Drake, we need to talk."
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