Hello mister king, how are you?
You you're that guy!
Yes, Im that guy. Nice to et you...
I can see the kings head nearly explode as his frenzied gaze switches back and forth between , Rhea, and our surroundings. I take the long white hat from my head and put all the floating cooking utensils down. I can see the poor guys mind breaking, and its hilarious. Lets fuck with him so more.
Re-Haan, thank you for bringing him. WE SHALL HAVE A ROYAL FEAST TONIGHT! I twirl knives through my hands while I breathe out so qi, willing it to absorb the light in a radius behind . I make sure to grin maniacally at the guy while licking my lips.
Then Rhea is by my side, slaps at my knives and blows my special effects away. I glare at her.
Dont play around Drew. Sothing is happening.
I look back at the king and notice that he decided to kneel in front of for so reason. Why are you kneeling?
He looks up at , tears in his eyes. Gods, is this going to be a heartfelt sappy mont? I thank you for showing a different path and for allowing the strength to walk upon it. His servile attitude then vanishes as he pulls the black cloth from around his head, showing the circlet on his brow to everyone. That was my personal thanks. Now, in the capacity as the First Defender and Chosen of the Flight I would like to ask you; what the fuck are you doing? Did you ever rule anything before? How the flying dungeon shits are you this incompetent at doing anything?
I stare at his sudden shift of deanour while gaping. The guy went from tear-filled thanks to an imposing emperor in a split second. Rhea, am I supposed to know what he's talking about?
See, he doesnt work like that. He has more smarts than the entirety of the capital combined but no common sense. What he is trying to ask you, Drew, is what the fuck is your plan? Tower city is still in shambles, half the nobles are embroiled in trade wars and feuds thanks to a certain book being released and all the mages have evacuated from the Shie-Eit kingdom. Would you know anything about any of these things?
I frown. So stuff happened, sure, but how many people got killed?
Rhea gives the king a aningful glance. Are they conspiring against ? She needs more punishnt, I decide. Any further lewd plans are interrupted as the king starts talking to again, his entire persona screaming at that he is now speaking from the position of a ruler. The loss of lives is inconsequential compared to the economic chaos and fear spreading through the populous. This qi this power allows to understand a bit of what is going on, and I want an explanation.
Nope. I counter.
Rhea pulls a chair from her ring and sits down. She gestures at so darkly clad people who are arriving from the moon, and they scurry off. She then starts eating while enjoying the show. Tsk, irritating woman.
I can go two ways here. The honourable thing to do would be to have a long discussion, explaining my own plans, problems, fallbacks and counterasures. I say screw that though. I pull a piece of jade from my ring, put so data on it and slap it on the guys forehead. I sink a strand of augur through his body, from the forehead to his gut. There I pull on his power, forcefully pouring his own qi into his brain. I then make it spin.
The king feels like his brain is exploding. Not the chaotic explosion of a fire spell or a mana cannon, no, his mind is expanding at such a rate while staying completely whole. Every previous worry and threat seems so small from his current ntal heights, and the growth isnt showing any signs of stopping.
His fumbling mind is pulled to a new section of data, a slightly familiar haven as his will stumbles around in the alien stretches of his expanded thoughts. There he finds the information he previously saw, a graph depicting ways of governing. Caught in between chaos, order, centralisation, and decentralisation he ponders the information with a mind cracked wide open.
Links and connections previously hidden spring to light. His consciousness then stumbles into new territory just when he thinks he saw everything there is to see. A web, so infinitely intricate and finely spun that it looks like a misty tree the size of a planet, now presents itself. The king stumbles back, half throwing, half stumbling every single spec of ntal prowess into the sight before him.
Infinity stares back at him.
What did you do? It was just about to get good. Rhea pouts as she puts her food down. The king is still staring at nothing with empty eyes. I see stars sparkle in his glassy orbs, a side effect of the qi rampaging through his skull.
I retract my augur and let the guy pull his qi back into his core. He takes a gasping breath and stumbles back, his expression shifting from awe to confusion and confounded realization. We stand there for a bit as his eyes regain their focus.
Neither angry hero, helplessly mad at the world for its injustice, nor passive agelessness, unchangingly watching the world go by, I comnt.
He nods at . I managed to retain so of it. Is that how all braincores see things? His eyes fill with a haunted chill for a mont.
That was a glimpse of insanity, so no. All braincores need to keep thinking small mortal thoughts lest they get lost in there.
Thank the flight and my mother that I chose diarrhoea, he whispers to himself. He then starts glaring at . Youre still a fucking dungeon stain though.
There we go. Neither zero nor infinity. Grey all the way. We stare into each others eyes in an understanding, manly way. There is this type of connection that only n can share, this deep understanding of life.
Drew, stop seducing the king. King, my apologies for his rude behaviour. I will punish him later. She gives the sitting monarch a slight bow while ignoring my glare.
Mister Drew. Pl-
Call Teach.
Call him Drew.
Mister cultivator, misses cultivator, please inform if you are going to perform any operations in my city in the future. I will be glad to be of any assistance. It was a good opportunity to test my powers, but Id rather not have fights in the capital, lest it ends up like Tower City. And finally, all mages have been recalled. Every single wielder of mana under the Councils thrall has been returned to the Isles. I also hear rumours of an entire island vanishing and other gossips of chaos among the manipulators of mana. I'm needed in the city, trying to keep the nobles from eating my common folk and keeping everyone calm under the rumours of enormous beast hordes. Id request of you to handle these matters.
Did you check the quests section or didn't you retain that bit? I ask the guy.
That information didnt seem relevant to .
Alright. Id warn you not to go against any suspiciously powerful new organisation popping up here and there, but you couldnt stop them even if you wanted to, Im afraid.
I will take my leave now. I retained the portal location. The king then glances at his ring, turns around and strides off. I watch him wander around for a bit. How do I get back up?
Just jump. Rhea ruins my fun by telling him. He hesitantly jumps and is startled as Databases white glow lifts him upwards.
Drew, you should be wary of dissenting factions, even I can sense that! He yells at before he speeds off towards the moon.
I wave him off while nodding placidly. I think its cute he tried to warn .
So you do know that shes been working very hard, then? Rhea asks with a hint of concern on her face.
I welco her to try. Overcoming adversity breeds strength, right? Or sothing. Its just too petty to really care about. Now cooking, thats a subject worthy of my considerable attention! Unwilling to waste more ntal power on useless worries, I return to my culinary duties. Ive got a few more beasties to cook, want to check on the mages after this? My drones only showed that all the mages retreated to the mana dungeon. The mana is so thick over there that my drones can't get close enough to listen in, so I want to check it out.
She throws her hands in the air. Sure, whatever! My mission went to total shit, and I failed to bring you the library data, but thats not important, right?
I look at her while covering the large pile of scaled chinchilla at in herbs and spices. Did you give them feedback? Did you trust any of your underlings? Did you try to be their friend? Did you take your ti with them? Did you follow their process? Did-
Rhea is looking down as she slumps against the kitchen counter. No, no, only in the beginning, no, no, shut up... She wraps her arms around her knees and rocks back and forth. Its a good thing the crowd has thinned out by a lot, the return of a bleeding and defeated fifty man expedition is more interesting than my cooking show, bunch of disaster tourists
I don't need to tell you this, right? Note down what went wrong and try again. I roll my eyes at her and stuff a piece of flatbread with at and sauce in her mouth. Her eyes flash with anger before bliss overtakes her face.
Delicious, but expect punishnt later. The evil glint in her eyes makes shiver in a combination of fear and anticipation. Bring it on!
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