Ovallord

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I fell asleep at the wheel mysteriously, regain conscious just in time to avoid running someone over, and now i am stuck in an alternate world after running over that world’s hero and angering the yandere princess who is in love with him?

 

Prologue

 

Calling…

 

A strong calling from another world… The will of that world is calling…

 

The souls who are responding to the calling are nearby. And I will be the one to send them over.

 

The meatbag inside me is tired. With my power, I send him into deep slumber. He will wake after a short while, but that will be all the time I need.

 

I am in control now. The path to the three souls is clear. Like the others before them, they will be sent to one of the many worlds to create a legend and defeat a great evil. They will arrive with their knowledge intact, and create vast miracles with the powers that would be bestowed onto them.

 

One of the soul, a female teenage girl seemed to be arguing with a male teenager. Another male teenager is trying to soothe them. It doesn’t matter what trivial things they are quabbling over. Their time in this world is over, and death is upon them.

 

Out of a sudden, a plump middle aged man rushed out and pushed the teenagers out of the way. Why is he here? He has no idea that he was meddling with the fate of a world with his reckless actions.

 

He knock the teenagers out of the way, but lose his life in the process, his head smashing into the windscreen and the broken wiper stab him in the eye. The world did not call for him, so only his soul will be send to the other world, leaving his body behind.

 

The man’s effort changed the fate of two of the teenagers, but the female did not survive. She fall onto the ground awkwardly and a wheel roll over her head. She has gone over to the other world without the other two, which will wreck havoc on the powers to be bestowed on her.

 

One of the teenagers scream. The other stares blankly and mumbled ‘Nana-chan… Truck…’

 

The calling from the other world is fading. My control wanes and I will rest until I am called for duty once again. Until the next time a sending is required, I will be waiting.

 

I didn’t expect you to have the powers to affect the sending from your realm. However, you can’t escape your fate… Hitogami.

 

Chapter 1

 

Part 1

 

The controls are a little stiff, but this is still a fine truck.

 

John Sene thought as he tugged at the steering wheel. This was his first day with this truck, but the handling was smooth and the engine churned steadfastly. He didn’t expect the handles of this old girl to be so smooth.

 

After spending a week with his on the job trainer, he was ready to strike out on his own. His trainer was rigid and followed everything to the book, and never really opened up to John. John rationalized it to the culture of the locals, but a part of him knew that his mentor just didn’t know how to deal with a foreigner.

 

That’s right, John was an outsider, what the Japanese called a Gaijin. His mentor, Arashi Tsuri, was the only driver in the company who spoke passable English, and had been forced to teach John the ropes. Arashi wasn’t happy about spending time with a Gaijin and maintained a polite distance from him.

 

John’s father was a trucker and taught him how to handle a truck on a couple of his long haul. John hated driving though, but he was grateful for the lessons. The canadian highway can get really slippery in the winter, and his father taught him how to wrest back control if he was to skid.

 

See this cup full of water? Don’t let it spill. By controlling your skidding, you can cut through corners much faster. That’s how John was trained by his father. John touched his key chain, a memento of his father. It was a small round metallic plate with a single letter on it. The initial C.

 

As expected of German engineering, the N-Rax truck handled smooth and powerful. Combined with the Australian ‘See Far V6’ engine, the latent energy of the diesel fuel was translated perfectly and efficiently into driving power. John Sene pushed the speed up to ninety when he entered the highway.

 

He noticed the truck next to him had its windows down and was yelling something at him. John wound down his window too and tried listening. But the wind was too strong and he couldn’t make out the words, but it sounded like ‘dunk me me’. Then John remembered that he couldn’t understand Japanese.

 

Just smile and wave, John thought, and act as if I was pretending to be retarded.

 

The other truck driver shook his head with a look of resignation and sped ahead. His trailer came into view, showing the picture of a skeleton hugging a young black elf in a skirt, with the words ‘Next Weak’ splashed across it.

 

Part 2

 

John stared at his phone. He pushed a button and the word “Where is, over” load on the screen. His brain unscrambled the broken English into ‘Where are you.’  The ‘over’ was probably a signal for the end of a message when you communicate through radios. Damn you machine translators, John cursed in his heart.

 

During his week with Arashi, John asked for his help to translate a lot of things and help him get about this foreign nation. He kept telling himself he will learn Japanese so he could enjoy all the Japanese entertainment and maybe even hitch up with a Japanese girl, but he kept procrastinating and making excuses. Now that Arashi was gone, he truly appreciated what Arashi did for him. Arashi owed him nothing and was selfless enough to be his translator. John felt like an asshole for taking him for granted and getting angry at Arashi if his translations was slow or delayed.

 

After exiting the highway, John drove down the residential area to offload his cargo. That was a long drive and he was glad the worst part of it was over. Just get the client to sign the delivery order, unload the goods, and he will be home free.

 

A sudden sensation of fatigue hit him. His vision blurred and his eyelids became heavy. He felt dizzy, just like that time when some maniac ran into him with a sushi in her mouth. What kind of sick people eat sushi in the morning? Eat bread like normal people, you crazy bitch! He reacted on reflex and threw a forearm strike, knocking the girl out. Since no one was around, he fled the scene before the authorities came.

 

Wait, I was driving a truck, why am I thinking about that…

 

Feeling a chill down his spine, John snapped out of this dream and willed himself to wake up. He knew that he was sleeping now, but couldn’t regain control of his body. The onset of sleep paralysis made him panic because the last thing he remembered doing was driving a truck. He was a danger to himself and to others if he doesn’t wake up right now.

 

Struggling to regain consciousness, John tensed up and held his breath, the only thing he had some control over. After a few seconds, it felt really uncomfortable, but John persevered. Finally, his body reacted on instinct and jerked him away with a sharp inhale of air.

 

The first thing he did was jam the brakes.

 

John knew that dozing off on the wheel was dangerous, and the best way to minimize damage was to stop his vehicle. With his foot on the brake, John tried to assess what the best course of action was. High on adrenaline, time seemed to move a bit slower for him.

 

There was a boy in school uniform in front of him, if John jammed the brake any later, the boy would had been hit.

 

Reacting to the sound of the screech, the boy started stumbling backwards.

 

At the same time, a circle with strange patterns appeared under the feet of the boy.

 

Next, John saw a similar circle of light form in front of his truck.

 

However, because the boy was stumbling backwards, he fell outside the circle.

 

The truck continued advancing, and there was a burst of light when the two circle of light collided. As the truck moved, John got closer to the light and was finally engulfed by it, turning his entire world white.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

Thump.

 

The sudden sound made John jumped. He could feel himself lurching forward from a sudden impact, but his eyes were still dazed by the bright lights. With an effort, John opened his eyes. In front of him was a man in a pool of blood, lying motionlessly.

 

Like a puppet with its string cut. Like a puppet with its string cut. Puppet. String cut.

 

John kept repeating that phrase like a Japanese author that couldn’t come up with a more creative description. His mind didn’t want to proceed with the next step in logical thinking. To come into terms with the fact that he killed a man.

 

Trying to escape reality, John looked around him, grasping for something else to take his mind off the truth. And he realized he was not in Japan anymore. He saw a lady screaming to his left, a scream of horror and despair. She then fell onto her knees.

 

Like a puppet with its string cut.

 

Part 3

 

Spring, a time where birds chirped, flower bloomed and the green grass carpeted the land. In contrast to the cold and dire winter just months ago, this scene was nothing short of heavenly. A season of hope, a time for brave warriors to march forth and secure a better future.

 

A hundred men in full battle gear formed up on the field, wearing steel helmets, armed with spears, blades and shields. In front of them was a young man standing on a slightly elevated plateau, who is addressing the soldiers passionately. Similar to the warriors, he was decked in gears of war, but he was wearing full plate armour in brilliant white, differentiating him from the crowd.

 

He spoke with the heavy slur of the boondocks, evidence of his humble origins. It might be a ploy to relate the men he was addressing, but it sounded strange and condescending for some reason. This man named Ascent, champion of the princess, was not a good public speaker.

 

Frandzone, Ascent’s deputy for this campaign frown at this awful display, and muttered under his breath:

 

“All I can hear is muh talent, muh princess, muh muh muh…”

 

The princess who was reviewing the speech from a short distance away pretended not to hear and continued smiling.

 

I will kill him.

 

I will kill that other soldier too.

 

I will kill anyone who looks down on Ascent-kun.

 

Ah, Ascent-kun is so cute. I want to tie him up and lick him all over. Hehehe.

 

As the speech drone on, it was evident that Ascent was losing his audience. Only duty and discipline kept the men from walking away, this was not the their first commander that tortured them with boring speeches, nor will he be the last.

 

“It is muh duty to protect this country, and I vow to see this done. No lie! I swear this on my honour, to do this for muh princess, heaven strike me down if I lie! Men, say it with me! Fight for muh princess!”

 

And the men echoed as Ascent commanded, placing emphasis on the word ‘muh’ a little too heavily.

 

Suddenly, Ascent was sent flying to his left at incredible speed.

 

He was in the midst of shouting his rallying cry, but the sudden event turned this into his death throes as his shout of ‘mmmuuuuhhhhh’ faded away.

 

In his place was a monstrosity of steel and iron, which appeared with a screech. The head of the monster was blue and blockish, with steel grates where its maw should be and large reflective eyes of glass to its front and its sides. Tattoed onto the blue background was red flames that trails away from the front. Smoke sprouted out from its six elongated ears coming out from the top of its head, three on each side.

 

There was no sign of any limbs, as the monster jerked to a stop. Behind the head was a box like metallic body as large as a house. It was silver in colour with hints of blue on the side. Black spherical shapes propped out the limbless monster, bearing its weight, which must be incredible.

 

Silence followed the sudden entrance of the monster, shock and discipline holding the soldiers in place.

 

And the princess screamed and collapsed.

 

Like a puppet with its string cut.

 

Like a puppet.

 

With its string.

 

Cut.

 

Part 4

 

Hearing the scream snapped John out of his state of panic. The words sound familiar, but he couldn’t identify the language yet. It didn’t matter, he needed to understand the situation at hand, other things can wait.

 

Swiveling his head, he surveyed the surroundings, and saw soldiers in neat ranks assembled to his right. They were dressed in armour and holding spears, cosplayers straight out of a renaissance fair. The leaders standing in front of the ranks and file had their helmets off, revealing their blonde, red and brown hair. Caucasians.

 

Not just them, the soldiers also look Caucasian. The woman who screamed just now was also a Caucasian. When John saw the armed troops, he thought of the term Romans. But the language wasn’t anything like Greek or Latin, so he amended his name in his head for them to NotRomans.

 

John blinked and looked carefully at the background for the first time. He wasn’t in the city anymore, but a grass plain with a bright azure sky above. The view would be mesmerising if not for the morbid reality at hand.

 

Go now, think about my options later.

 

Having set his mind on fleeing the scene of the crime, John switch into reverse and spun the steering wheel to the right. He then steered left to straighten the truck and switched into forward drive.

 

The NotRomans finally snapped out of their stupor and shout angrily at him, rushing towards John with spears and shields in hand. One of the leaders was directing men towards the collapsed woman, flanking John from the other side.

 

However, John had no intention of staying around to observe their deployment. With a blast of his horn, John managed to surprise the NotRomans with the loud sound and sped ahead. There was no way the NotRomans could catch up on foot.

 

John instinctively searched out a dirt trail and drove onto it. It is not as good as tarred road, but it will do for now. John drove away from the NotRomans, leaving them in the dust.

 

I have done it now. Hit and Run. With a hell lot of witnesses too.

 

With his adrenaline rush cooling down, John began to think things through logically. He was driving in the suburbs of Japan, and suddenly he was in the middle of the grass plains surrounded by NotRomans. And what that woman screamed…

 

Then it hit him. He heard that phrase before, in many of the videos he watched. He learned its meaning from the subtitle.

 

Japanese videos.

 

Yamete. She screamed Yamete just now.

 

It was clear to John now. Those Caucasians… NotRomans, were speaking Japanese.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

John drove his truck off the road about thirty minutes later. The road conditions were really bad, so he couldn’t make good time, only managing to drive at a steady pace of 60km/h. He didn’t really have any destination in mind, so he didn’t need to rush.

 

What prompted him to stop was the appearance of a castle. The word that came to John’s mind was Medieval. Flags were flown on top of the castle walls, which was surrounded by a moat and a lowered bridge. After parking his truck behind a knoll, John used his toy binoculars to survey the area, which was surrounded by farm lands filled with crops and livestocks.

 

The people didn’t wear helmets here, revealing their hair of varied colours, unlike the signature black hair of asians. It might be possible for almost the entire population to dye their hair, but that was improbable. Somehow, John was teleported into another world that looked kind of middle ages in setting, where the Caucasian residents spoke Japanese.

 

John wondered if God or a GM will pop up and tell him what is happening but scoff at the idea. That would be a convenient plot device, but life itself didn’t have a manual, one had to figure out what to do by yourself. It would be nice if John could go back, but he had no clue how. Maybe if he drove around in the truck more, he could open a portal back into the original world?

 

John started refueling the truck. He was planning to top up the truck after finishing the delivery when this thing happened. Having emergency fuel was a basic for truck drivers, but he will run out if he drove for another day or so.

 

I need a guide in this world, someone who will be willing to help and tell me about this world.

 

Suddenly, wyverns attacked. About a dozen of them swooped down from the sky in an attempt to pick off the people working in the farm. Most of the attempts failed, but two men were picked off. When they were grabbed by the wyverns claws, they went limp, like a mannequin with its thread severed.

 

John couldn’t hear from this distance, but the NotRomans were probably screaming as they ran for the safety of the castle.

 

Except for one figure that was running away from the castle instead. Noticing the lone figure that separating from the crowd, a pair of wyverns focused on it, making dives at it. The figure waited til the last moment before throwing itself onto the ground, avoiding the attacks. It then pull off the cloaks covering it and ran at full strides.

 

The figure was a girl wearing dirty and tattered clothes with her hands chained together. She was dressed like a prisoner, but her movement was fast and nimble. Her long black hair flowed behind her as she ran desperately for the woods.

 

Whelp, that’s a good candidate.

 

John jumped into his truck and started the engine. Saving this girl will definitely earn him some good will, and she being seemingly a prisoner meant she won’t be turning him over to the authorities. There was one more thing other than ethics and benefits that drove John to rescue the girl.

 

That girl was a Japanese.

 

Part 5

 

The most important thing in a fight is situation awareness. Know where your enemies are, what they want, what they are doing, what your ally is doing, what the neutrals are doing.

 

John thought back on his days as an officer cadet in the Canadian army. His training had been both theoretical and practical, a balance necessary for someone to lead troops in battle. However, his injury during combat moose riding course cut his career short.

 

His bladed hockey stick, a standard issue weapon of a Canadian, was knocked loose doing a mounted charge simulation drill. The blade left a deep laceration on John’s thigh, and the blunt side hit the trainee defending the goal right in the face.

 

Canadian instinct kicked in and the words ‘I’m fucking sorry’ formed in John’s mind. He was also concerned about the injury to the goalie, and wanted to ask ‘Are you okay?’ The words jumbled up and in the end, John said “Are you fucking sorry!?” He could see the goalie choking back tears in response.

 

He was offered a transfer to the artillery units, but he didn’t want to spend his time launching curling balls with catapults while sipping on maple syrup. John retired from the military since healthcare was free in Canada, but there was no way he could imagine another adventure awaited him in another world.

 

The truck caught up to the girl in no time, cutting John’s reminiscing short. The girl was stunned by the sudden appearance of the truck, choosing a route that veered away from both the wyverns and the truck instead. Seeing this John lean his body out the window and waved at her.

 

The girl stopped momentarily when she saw John and weighed her options. Running away from John and the woods meant death by wyverns, but she was hesitant about going towards the machine monstrosity controlled by a man. She made her decision quickly as she dodged another dive by a wyvern and ran towards John.

 

Slowing his truck down, John controlled the truck into a skid, sliding it towards the girl with the driver side of the truck facing her. He opened the door and she scrambled in, grabbing onto the truck and John on her way in.

 

John helped her in and then pushed her butt to the passenger seat. The wyverns seemed confused by John’s intrusion and hovered in the air. Using this chance, John closed the door and started moving the truck once more.

 

John drove at half speed, watching the wyverns through his side and rear mirror. Having no idea how fast the wyverns could fly, he decided to observe and learn more about them. Like what he learned in the military academy, gathering intel was the key to completing your objectives.

 

The wyverns were fast. Wary of this intruder, it circled in the air around the truck, easily outpacing the 30km/h John was moving at. Getting bolder, one of them made a pass in front of the truck, staring intently at the cockpit as it flashed by in a second from the left of John’s vision before disappearing to his right.

 

John continued tracking the wyverns as he drove in a straight line through the plains. The moment he saw another wyvern attempting another fly by, he jammed down the accelerating pedal.

 

The sudden burst of speed caught the wyvern by surprise and the truck rammed into it. After yelping and spasming a little after impact, the wyvern stopped moving, like a doll with its twine snipped. It remained stuck to the front of truck, but didn’t block John’s view as most of its body was below the windscreen.

 

Looking in the rearview mirror, John could see the wyvern getting further away. It had either given up the chase or was too slow to catch up.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

Now that the danger was over, John looked at his passenger who had been quiet through the entire thing. Smiling weakly, he managed to say: “Hello madam, erm, konnichiwa.”

 

The girl pulled her eyes away from the wyvern stuck in front of the truck and looked him in the eye. Her expression was incredulous as she backed away a little like a small animal before a predator.

 

Her body was thin but John could see the slight swell of her chest and the prominent shape of her hips. Her long dishevelled hair and her eyes were both black and John thought that her facial features were Asian. Like all Asian women between 15 to 40, John wasn’t able to tell her age.

 

After long moment of silence, the girl finally spoke:

 

“Do you speak English?”

 

John literally rolled his eyes. The Caucasian spoke Japanese while the Japanese spoke English? He decided not to ignore that for now.

 

“Yes I do. My name is John Sene, a truck driver. What about you?”

 

The girl seemed a little relief that John understood her, and replied:

 

“I am Jasmine, daughter of Dnyce. I am a summoner.”

 

“Summoner? Do you issue summon tickets to those who break traffic rules?”

 

John asked half jokingly. He had no idea what a summoner was, but he didn’t want to look dumb before a girl and just blurted something out.

 

Jasmine looked at John as if he was retarded. He now know how dumb he must have sounded, and decided to act as if he was pretending to be retarded. That always worked on the internet.

 

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t understand what you mean by being a truck driver. I have heard about people like you, people from another world, wielding extraordinary powers and weapons. But being from another world means you don’t know about us, so you can drop the act.”

 

John sighed. He needed a guide and there was nothing to gain by earning her ill will. John found a spot with good vantage point and stop the truck. Don’t want any wyverns or monsters to sneak up on him. The wyvern that was being dragged by his truck all this time dropped onto the ground like a figurine with its cord slit.

 

Opening the door, John got down from the truck to survey the damage. The outer casing was raptured and the engines were visible. Engines and such seemed to be intact, but he would need to send it to the shop to repair the engine cover. Trucks were much tougher than John imagined, and so was the wyvern. It wasn’t dead, just unconscious from the impact.

 

The body of the wyvern was about 2 meters long and its tail was about that length as well. It was massive, easily to size of two combat moose. Thinking back, John realized how risky saving Jasmine was.

 

A moment later, Jasmine got out from the door at the driver’s side too. She probably didn’t knew how to open the door of a truck. Or John left the child lock on. Jasmine seemed uneasy at the sight of the wyvern, and asked John:

 

“Thank you, John, for saving me from this monster. I can’t imagine what would have happened to me if it got me. What do you plan to do with it?”

 

“Well… Wyvern hide should be a valuable product in this world right? But this one is still alive, and skinning it would probably be quite challenging. Not sure what I should do with it.”

 

Jasmine nodded as if she expected as much, and offered a solution after some deliberation.

 

“If you have no specific plans for it, how about letting me keep it as a familiar? I am a summoner after all.”

 

John observed Jasmine for a moment and asked:

 

“What do I get out of this deal?”

 

Jasmine already had her answer ready.

 

“I will introduce you to my mother, she will give you a safe haven and a fair reward for aiding her daughter.”

 

“That sounds like a plan. And how are you going to make it your familiar?”

 

John didn’t care too much about the wywern. Making friends and allies in this world had a higher priority, it was hard to survive by himself in this dangerous world.

 

Jasmine looked relief when John accepted her offer. She reached for her pouch awkwardly as her hands were still chained together. John haven’t asked her about them yet, he was a little awkward in the presence of girls. After searching for a moment, Jasmine took out a cube that was red on top and white below. She then threw it overhand at the wyvern.

 

A flash of light from the cube engulfed the wyvern, and it was gone the next moment as the light receded back into the cube. The cube then fell onto the ground where the wyvern laid moments earlier. The cube shook once. Twice. Thrice. And then, it stopped amidst a burst of stars.

 

“It worked! First try!”

 

Jasmine squealed and she ran forth to collect the cube. That is some impressive storage technology, John thought. “How do you summon it?”

 

“Oh, I just need to throw the cube in front of me and shout ‘I choose thee’, and the wyvern will emerge from the ball. Summoners like me utilized the power of these Pouch Monster, or PochiMon©, to fight.”

 

“Does the cube work on everything? Only fainted creatures?”

 

“No, only monsters. There is an index that list all of the possible creatures that can be captured, we call them monsters. It is possible to capture a monster with low vitality though, but the best way is to do it while the monsters are sleeping or knocked out. Capturing doesn’t work on dead monsters though.”

 

Jasmine was excited and eager to share her summoner knowledge, although John think she was more of a monster tamer than a summoner. John thought about the logic.

 

“True, knocking out a monster before capturing it makes sense. If the monsters can’t be captured after defeating it, it must mean that you have killed it.”

 

“It can’t be helped, It is impossible to capture them all. No point capturing monsters you don’t need. Most summoners only use six or so familiars anyway, it is better to release the familiars you don’t need instead of keeping them in captivity.”

 

“Wouldn’t summoning an army of familiar be advantageous?”

 

Jasmine shook her head.

 

“No, a summoner can only use one familiar at a time. If you face two enemy summoner at the same time, you can summon two while they can summon one each.”

 

“Why… Who set such a rule?”

 

“It is just the way things are, some say this was set by the god of balance, GamuPatche. If it is not too much trouble, could you head eastward? My home city is about a week’s journey by carriage in that direction.”

 

Jasmine pointed in the direction where the sun was.

 

“A week huh. Let’s get started then, I’m getting hungry.”

 

John head back towards the truck, opening the door on the passenger side for Jasmine, and got into the driver’s seat from the other side.

 

“By the way, this is a truck, something used to ferry things. A truck driver is someone who operates this machine. Now, I have only one question for you. Are you ready?”

 

John started the engine with a wide grin.

 

Intermission

 

The man opened his eyes. Before him was a grand chandelier full of lit candles, forming a large six sided star. Or rather, the chandelier was above him. The man couldn’t move, his body held in place by a mysterious powers. However, he was calm and at ease. He had been through much trials and tribulations, being restrained and humiliated was nothing new to him.

 

With nothing he could do, the man thought about his life so far. Being sold into slavery as a boy, he was worked hard by his taskmasters, spending every sunlit hours in the field tolling the land. When night falls, he will be lucky if his taskmasters spared him a beating for his tardy progress during the day and allowed him time to rest. If he was unlucky, the master himself will summon the boy to his chambers.

 

The boy didn’t thought of that as being unlucky, but saw it as a chance instead. He did his best to please the master, and managed to elevate himself eventually from a slave to the master’s adopted son when he was a youth. Once he achieved that status, the boy laced the tobacco of the master with slow acting poison, rendering him bedridden.

 

The youth left the management of the estates to the clerk as he did not trust his own education and sought out a new host to leech off once the fortune of his new family dries up. Attending various balls, he sucked up to the hosts and eventually got into the servitude of a powerful woman as her plaything with the official title of knight.

 

When his father died, the youth inherited barely anything as he basically ignored the estates, allowing the clerks to dwindle his wealth away through corruption and mismanagement. It matters not, as the youth had gotten what he wanted, the destruction of the house he hated so much, and a bright future with his mistress.

 

The youth trained and studied hard to be a competent knight and commander, and eventually became a man. Using his wiles and willingness to undermine his opponents, as well as the backing of his mistress the man finally got his own personal command of troops. And then he died.

 

Feeling the powers restraining him subside, the man sat up and looked at the brown skinned woman staring at him. Her braided black hair hanged over her right shoulder and she had a red dot on her forehead. She wore a purple robe that covered her entire body, but left her left shoulder exposed.

 

The woman spoke, but the words the man heard doesn’t match the way her lips moved. Something was altering the words, allowing the man to understand the woman.

 

“Greetings, my friend. I am the princess of Nigerea, Akuti. We have summoned you to my world in the time of great crisis as foretold by our ancestors. If you will help us in our endeavour, we promise to return you to your world with a huge reward that will more than make up for your effort and time. May I have your name please, great hero?”

The man smiled. He knew that this was a scam, that he will never return to his old world since he was dead there. An offer that was too good to be true was usually so. For now, he decided to play along with this so called princess of Nigerea.

 

“Muh name is… Ascent.”

 

Chapter 2

 

Part 1

 

Jasmine explained what she knew about the world to John. The place they just left was Dominaria, the nation of magic. A small part of the population are fully qualified mage, but most of the them are able to utilize simple spells such as ‘magic light’ or ‘tinder’.

 

In contrast, Jasmine was from Oúterhaven, a people less gifted in magic. They made do with gadgets and inventions, such as the Pouchicube Jasmine showed John earlier.

 

“What about time magic? Can someone stop time, or go forward or backwards in time?”

 

Jasmine pondered momentarily before answering.

 

“According to legends, there are mages who could utilize time space magic and move from one place to another in a blink of an eye, supposedly stopping time when they moved. Time traveling is theoretically possible, but could not be done due to physical restrictions. Scientifically speaking, it would require a flux capacitance device powered by astronomical level of energy, and reaching the speed of 88 miles per hour.”

 

“Interesting. What about language translation?”

 

Jasmine scowled as she replied:

 

“If two languages are too different in structure, it won’t work. It will just produce a mangled mess with most of the meaning gone. There are times when the meaning are preserved, but not enough to piece together a coherent passage.”

 

“So it is only helpful in translating words or short phrases huh. Look, a village.”

 

John parked his truck in the woods and search his bag. He had some snacks and instant ramen with him, but he wanted to save them. He wondered what he can trade with the village for food.

 

Jasmine looked curiously as John took out the items. All the items were fascinating to her, but she noticed John hesitating when he took out a short metallic stick.

 

“I have two nail clippers… this should do. Jasmine, do you think this is worth anything?”

 

John started trimming his nails to show her how it works. He then filed his nails awkwardly to show off the other function of the clipper.

 

Looking at the clipper with a serious face, Jasmine made her offer.

 

“I will… pay 1 silver coin for this.”

 

“Hmmm… How many meals can you buy with 1 silver?”

 

“About thirty? One meal is about 3 bronze coins.”

 

John looked at the clipper again. He forgot how much it cost, probably half a meal worth? He had a spare, so he didn’t mind.

 

“Deal.”

 

The gleeful Jasmine took the clipper and handed a silver coin over. She started trimming the edge of her nails and filing them carefully.

 

“I don’t think both of us need to go. How about just one of us go? I will thumb wrestle you for it.”

 

Jasmine seemed surprised at the suggestion.

 

“Tumpwrestle?”

 

“Well, it’s a game where you try to hold down the opponent’s thumb with yours for ten second. Come on, let’s try it, it will be fun.”

 

Jasmine blushed and looked at John abashedly. She then nodded shyly.

 

“Be, be gentle okay?”

 

She then stuck out her tongue and waited expectantly.

 

John was confused for a moment and realized what was wrong.

 

“Hahaha, I mean thumb, the stubby finger on your hand, not tongue! How do you even tongue wrestle? Hahahaha!!”

 

In response, Jasmine looked at John with cold eyes. It was a stare that would chill any man to the bone, and make them rethink their approach prudently.

 

“Sorry… I’m err… going to get something to eat.”

 

Leaving Jasmine alone to file her nails, John took the keys and headed towards the village with the silver coin in hand. The village was medieval in fashion, something you can see in a renaissance fair. However, the only weird thing was that the villagers looked Japanese. John entered a building that looked exactly like a tavern in his mind.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

The first thing he saw was a bear. Wearing a monocle and a top hat.

 

John rubbed his eyes and looked again, realizing he was mistakened. The bear he saw was actually a burly gentleman standing before him. His face was covered by thick facial hair and his accent was thick when he spoke.

 

“Growl (Greetings my good sir, are you perchance a traveler stopping by this humble village?)”

 

John wasn’t sure what he just heard, but the burly gentlemen’s grunt and gestures communicated his intent just fine. The gentleman then handed John a pebble, which he took absentmindedly.

 

“Growwwl.”

 

“I see, nice to meet you too, Sir Burlington. I came here to get a meal, and I will be on my way right after.”

 

“Growwwl.”

 

“Yes, I have something like a carriage and is heading towards Oúterhaven. I suppose I could give you a ride, I don’t think my companion will mind.

 

The burly gentleman then ushered John to a table and signalled to a waitress.

 

“Yes Mr Bearington, one set meal for the gentleman and one set meal to go.”

 

“Growwwl.”

 

“Sure, I will just call you Baird then. I’m John Sene, just call me John. That’s two fine warhammer you have there. One of them is a spare?”

 

“Growwwl.”

 

“Wow, a rogue dual wielding warhammers? And prestige class as a spy? You have to be the world’s most interesting man, Baird.”

 

Chatting with Sir Baird Bearington while waiting for his food, John thought about Jasmine. She was energetic, smart but weird like all other girls. He wouldn’t mind a girlfriend like that, but now wasn’t the time for that.

 

Suddenly, John realized he missed the chance to kiss Jasmine.

 

As he listened to the amazing story of Baird’s path to knighthood, John screams internally.

Part 2

 

“Hey Jasmine, I got you some food. Let me introduce, this is Sir Baird Bearington. Baird, this is Jasmine, a summoner.”

 

“Growl.”

 

“Nice to meet you Sir Bearington. What is this, a gift for me? Thank you.”

 

Baird handed Jasmine a pebble just like the one he gave John. After receiving it, she felt the Baird’s accent became more bearable. Jasmine then stashed the pretty stone into her pouch.

 

“Growl.”

 

“Well, there is no harm in trying, let’s do it at the rock over there.”

 

Jasmine then placed her arms between the rock, with the chain resting on it. Baird took out one of his war axe and shattered the chain in one stroke.

 

“Thank you Baird, this is a big help.”

 

“Growl. Growl.”

 

Turning away from Jasmine, Baird gestured at John and then the truck.

 

“Yup, it would be a tight squeeze for you, but I will feel bad if I make you sit on top, exposed to the elements.”

 

“Growl.”

 

“Alright, we will give it a shot. Try to bear with the cold though, give me a holler if you have any problems.”

 

After ending their dialogue, Baird scaled the truck trailer nimbly as expected of a rogue. John shrugged and entered the truck with Jasmine, leaving the grizzly man alone.

 

John started the truck and drove slowly, trying to make the ride smoother for Jasmine who was eating and Baird who was sitting on the trailer.

 

He looked at the foldable scythe he placed on the dashboard. In the end, he opt for a weapon he was familiar with, and this was the closest thing to a bladed hockey stick he would ever find.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

“So… That’s outerhaven? They seemed a little… on edge.”

 

After driving for two more hours, John’s group reached the outskirt of Meitogear, the border fortress of Outerhaven. Jasmine was surprised by their speed, they actually covered a week’s journey in mere hours. But for John, he was just happy about the absence of traffic here.

 

“Growl.”

 

“Sorry Baird, the only Pouchimon I have happens to be a wywern, but I haven’t taught it fly yet, so I can’t ride it.”

 

“How do you teach them skills like that?”

 

“Just head to a Pouchimon center, buy the skill disc and jam it down their throats.”

 

“Growl.”

 

“You are right Baird, summoners are weird.”

 

“Hey, I didn’t choose the summoner’s life, the summoner’s life chose me!”

 

John turned towards the city said as he pointed to the entrance:

 

“So, how should we approach that army over there?”

 

A group of men in formation and flying banners were right before the gate of the city, facing away from the entrance. John counted about 100 columns by 20 rows of armed men, ready to do battle.

 

“Maybe we can just go there and say hi?”

 

“Growl.”

 

“Yup, no point in getting taken prisoners, John. How about waiting for them to march off before we go in?”

 

“That’s one option. What should we do in the meantime?”

 

“Growl growl.”

 

Baird growled suddenly and drew his war axes. Sensing something was wrong, John deployed his scythe and took a stance, while Jasmine dodged behind them.

 

Something came flying at them, but Baird knocked it down, swinging both of his two-handed war axe in each arm nimbly.

 

Seeing that their attack was ineffective, the three uninvited guest revealed themselves. One of them rushed Baird with amazing speed, but Baird was faster than the assassin imagined, keeping him at bay with impressive speed and powerful strikes.

 

The other two assassins didn’t join in, taking up a position to deter John and Jasmine from disrupting the duel instead. They seemed confident that their teammate will secure the win for them. John did the same, he knew the best chance he could give Baird was this one on one duel, and joining in recklessly might worsen the situation.

 

The duel went on for five minutes. The assassin was faster, but not fast enough to get through Baird’s defences, while Baird overwhelmed his opponent with strength, but couldn’t catch up in terms of speed.

 

As if he was growing tired of the hide and seek contest, Baird suddenly planted his war axes into the ground. He then opened his arms, letting down his guard completely.

 

“What are you doing Baird? Now is not the time for theatrics!”

 

“Growl.” Baird dismissed John’s concern.

 

The sudden change of event made the assassin wary, but after hesitating for a moment, he dashed in and stabbed at Baird’s head.

 

Baird took a step back, but kept his arms apart, taunting the enemy to attack him. Without missing a beat, the assassin twirl his dagger and stabbed it into Baird’s shoulder instead. He then activated a switch, sending a bolt of lightning into Baird.

 

When the assassin was about to stab a second dagger into Baird, he was suddenly grabbed by the rogue, immobilizing him.

 

With a growl, Baird lifted the assassin off his feet and bend backwards, smashing the assassin’s head into the ground behind him. A supplex.

 

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Releasing the assassin, Baird spring up straight as if he was Michael Jackson defying gravity. He pulled out the dagger stuck in him and toss it behind him with a growl.

 

It hit the second dagger of the assassin, making it burst into an explosion of flames.

 

Part 3

 

“What do you mean conscripted? I don’t even live here!”

 

John protested, but the official looked at him with blank eyes.

 

“It’s the law, everyone of age without disabilities get conscripted.”

 

“But I just got here! I don’t even know anyone here!”

 

The official chuckled and looked at his clipboard.

 

“John Cena right? I’m Hallhagan. There, you know me and I know you, so get in line.”

 

“It’s John Sene, Mr Hulk Hogan! I’m just here to drop this lost girl I found, and I will be on my way!”

 

The official looked up from his clipboard and said with a serious expression.

 

“You know how many wars I have fought? Nine. My team and I fought nine wars and plenty of extra skirmishes as militias. Volunteers. Now that an actual paid army is ready to take over, I can stand down. I contributed in nine wars after all, you understand how hard it is to fight in even one war? No, you just stand at the sidelines and watch, thinking war is cool, and even enjoy the spectacle.”

 

Taking a deep breath, the official prepared to rant on.

 

“There are seven billion people in this world, so why am I the only one obliged to fight any more wars? I already fought in nine, and what do the people call me? They call me a faggot for not fighting anymore. That’s right, fight nine wars and people call you a faggot, what’s the point? I fought for them, free of charge, and they don’t see me as a man who completed nine campaigns, but as someone who drop out! How thick skinned are they? There are seven billion people in the world, someone else will take over if it is so important!”

 

Hallhagen finished his rant and walked off. John was pretty sure he went off topic somewhere, but decided it was not the effort to talk about it.

 

“Growl.”

 

“Calling him a faggot is not nice, Baird. Let’s find my mom for now.

 

After the thwarting the assassination attempt, John and his group decided to approach the army of Meitogear and was welcomed into the fort. Baird was sort of a celebrity that everyone knew, so John thought they got a pass because of that. Turns out they were just conscripting any random people who dare wander in. Unlike Dominaria who were all caucasians, Outerhaven had people of all races, and even accommodated John who looked caucasian.

 

“The guys who took my truck are kind of buff and short though.”

 

“You mean the Dwarves? They spend a lot of time tinkering around with gadgets, so it would be fine. This way, it’s not far now.”

 

John followed behind Jasmine who led the way as he looked at his conscription orders. He was given the rank of Lance Corporal and had to report to the transport branch as a driver with his vehicle, Private Jasmine and Lieutenant Baird. Dominaria would be attacking the fort soon.

 

“Mom!”

 

Jasmine yelled and ran towards someone.

 

She was a woman who looked no older than 20, but Jasmine was calling her mother. John was really confused by the age and appearance of Asian ladies.

 

After a heartwarming meeting, the lady turned towards John and Baird.

 

“Sir Bearington, Mr John, thanking for taking care of my daughter. I am Dnyce Nine, a dance instructor.”

 

Jasmine’s last name is Nine? She never told me that.

 

“Dancing huh, something I don’t think I can do well, ”

 

“If you have some time to spare, I could teach you some moves.”

 

“Erm, no you see, dancing is considered… unmanly by my friends…”

 

Dnyce scoffed at the idea.

 

“You do know what the Exemplary Hatless Men would say about this?”

 

“What?”

 

“We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind. Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance, well they’re no friends of mine.”

 

“Growl.”

 

“You have been conscripted too, Sir Bearington? Do come in and take a seat. And Jasmine, change into some proper clothes. I told you not to hang out with those horny dog faced friends of yours who are into men who can’t speak English.”

 

“But Mom…”

 

“Just go to your room young lady. This way, Mr John.”

 

After resting for a couple of hours, we reported for conscript duties. I couldn’t run away because they have my truck, and it didn’t felt right to desert Baird and Jasmine. Dnyce was the commander of the dance Corp, which had the important role of motivating the troops and increasing their survivability.

 

According to Dnyce, dancing hypes the soldiers and makes them harder, improving morale and defence. I agreed with her, just seeing her in dance costume made me want to work harder too. She was cool and definitely a MILF (Mother I Like as a Friend).

 

John’s mind went blank when he arrived at the transport branch.

 

“What did you do to my truck?”

 

John asked in awe. His vehicle had became a monster truck now.

 

The damaged front of the truck was outfitted with a metallic drill like cone jutting three meters out, the windows had metal grids protecting it, and blunt blades jutted two meters from either side, with spare blades rested on top of the canopy.

 

“We added in armour onto your horseless carriage of course. It won’t last long with the thin armour it has.”

 

John looked at his revamped truck for a moment. He might as well go all out.

 

Taking his keys out of his pocket, he opened the trailer and gestured to the Dwarves.

 

“Help me unload these stuff. I can fit in some elite forces here and deliver them right into the heart of the enemy. Baird, can you get me an audience with the general? I would like to propose a plan to him.”

 

Part 4

 

“This contraption of yours is quite impressive, Mr John. It’s power and mobility could be just what we need to cut this war short. I will commit my troops to this operations of yours, but there is just one small issue.”

 

“And what would that be, Mr Bama?”

 

“Bama is my title, not my name. That’s like someone calling you Mr Lance Corporal. Please address me simply as Bama, or Elder Bama. Anyway, the forces I will be committing will include Captains and Lieutenants, I will need your group to have the proper rank to lead them.”

 

The title for the leader of the armed forces was Bama. It was normal for the different world to be a little different, so John didn’t mind too much. From what Bama was saying, John realized he would be given the command of the group and the rank of Captain. He felt it was ironic that he was never commissioned in his own world, but was given one so simply this one.

 

“I understand I will…”

 

“And so,” Bama said loudly and cutting John off. “Captain Baird, I will be counting on you to make this operation a success.”

 

“Growl.”

 

Baird growled in replied.

 

“Gentlemen, get ready and report to the parade grounds in one hour. Dismissed.”

 

“My gratitude, Elder Bama.”

 

“My sincere thanks, Elder Bama.”

 

“Appreciate it, Elder Bama.”

 

Puzzled by the sudden offering of thanks, John turned to Jasmine.

 

“John, it is customary to offer thanks to the Bamas for their leadership. To avoid any conflict of interest, Bamas are only paid a token sum despite their heavy responsibilities. They do earn a tidy sum from endorsements and selling their autobiography, but that is something else. Anyway, just show your gratitude to them.”

 

John shrugged, and uttered casually “Thanks, Old Bama.”

 

“It’s my pleasure.”

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

There was something odd about Outerhaven’s army deployment. Forming their soldiers into four blocks was unorthodox, but not unheard of. Having some space between each group was normal, they needed the space in order for the individual groups to move. But leaving a gaping hole straight into the gate was definitely odd.

 

Frandzone was wary of a trap. He became the leader of his cavalry group after his predecessor was killed by some monstrosity that came out of nowhere. Despite the death of the commander before they even set off for the frontlines, duty calls for the cavalry group to set off with haste to reinforced their brethens in arms.

 

Frandzone’s group was cavalry units from lands some distance away from the capital and didn’t make it in time for the first wave. After linking up with the surviving units from the first wave, Frandzone was made the commander of the combined cavalry arms as he was the highest ranking officer.

 

However, he was dubious about the command ability of the leader of this campaign, the lord of the round table. The high attrition rate of the cavalry commanders worried him. But he is willing to do it for the grieving princess, his beautiful, kind and witty… friend.

 

The plan was simple, charge down through the open way, go deep into the castle through the open gates and disrupt the back line support of the enemy. Without support, the enemy units outside the castle would be decimated by arrows and spell bombardments while the allied vanguards hold them back. If the gate was to close in time, the cavalry would split up and charge along the back line to either side, creating havoc in the enemy formation.

 

His cavalry was heavily armoured, but he was expecting 10% casualty rate at the least. In war planning, one cavalry was as valuable as three foot soldiers, making his unit one of the most powerful assets.

 

As planned, they formed ranks and charged in the general direction of the enemy. At fifty meters, Frandzone shouted a command and his group started to merged, forming into an arrow like formation four horses abreast. With this, the group could all charge into the gate.

 

With their intention obvious, Frandzone was expecting resistance from the infantry to close the gap… But none came. Astonishingly, the foot soldiers kept their distance, granting the cavalry the space to speed ahead.

 

How queer. They don’t have time to close the gate, and any opposing cavalry would be decimated by us since we have the momentum of the charge.

 

Suddenly, Frandzone saw something shine inside the gate, as if a canvas was removed from a mirror. He wondered what the Outerhaven army what going to do in this desperate hour.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

“Wow. I wasn’t… expecting break dancing.”

 

John marvelled at the sight of Dnyce breakdancing in the top of the stage. He was expecting something more conservative, and this was totally not what he was expecting. John could feel the air about him filled with excitement and the men became hyped by Dnyce’s move and swagger.

 

After her routine was done, Dnyce jogged to the back of her group and the others started forming up to perform stunts. They were like cheerleaders, the guys hoisting and throwing the girls into the air, and catching them safely when they land. Seeing the girls perform these graceful moves in their revealing outfit made John hard.

 

He literally felt his body harden, and felt tough enough to deflect any blades. The power of the dance left John in awe, wondering how was that even possible.

 

For the finale, Dnyce made her appearance and was flung up high onto the top of a four layer human pyramid. She made her landing to spontaneous applause, but it was short lived. The middle tier lost their balance and the pyramid started to crumble.

 

Knowing instinctively that her presence was upsetting the integrity of the structure, Dnyce made her snap decision to dismount preemptively, trusting her spotter to catch her. And sure enough, the ever reliable Baird was there to break her fall with ease. Considering the importance and effectiveness of the dancer’s buff, Baird might have very well saved the Outerhaven army, and in extension, their world.

 

“Save the cheerleader, save the world. Baird you are a true hero man.”

 

John saluted the grizzly man out of respect.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

“A cheerleader? I know you hear this a lot, Baird, but bear with me once more. You are honestly the most interesting man I have ever met.”

 

“Growl.”

 

“Alright, grab on tight Captain.”

 

John push down the accelerator hard. His modified truck inched forward and slowly gained speed and momentum. The lookout gave them the go ahead and John was ready to rampage. Baird stood up tall on the hood of the trailer, holding onto a handrail welded on top of it and brandishing a warhammer with his free hand.

 

After reaching the first checkpoint, the sentry dropped the canvas, revealing a column of horsemen charging in about 20 meters away. And that distance was gone in an instant. Armoured cavalry and men clashed into a speeding armoured truck, knocking them to the side. The two dull blades at the side of the truck cleaved through the horses as if they were paper.

 

Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.

 

John felt the truck slowing down and turning sluggish. The impact of the charging horse dented the armour of the truck and he could barely see ahead with the carcass and blood all over the wind screen. But the inertia kept the truck going as John kept pumping the accelerator. The speed was falling from 90 to 80, 70, 60, 50…

 

And the truck started gaining speed once again as it ran clear of the cavalry. John yelled out to Baird:

 

“Captain, help me clear my view!”

 

“Growl!”

 

Baird obliged with a swing of his warhammer, knocking loose the horse butt that was stuck in the metal grids in front of the windscreen.

 

“Thanks Baird!”

 

Gaining visual once again, John looked for the target and steered towards it. The soldiers tried their best to get away, but the packed formation made it impossible. Reaching his checkpoint, John swing his trailer to the side.

 

“Jasmine, now!”

 

On his command, Jasmine pulled the lever to unhook the connectors to the trailers. The trailers slid across the battlefield, mowing down hordes of infantry in the way before grounding to a halt, right in the midst of the archers division.

 

Opening a hatch, Baird dropped down into the trailer and popped his head out with a giant crossbow in hand. At the same time, make-shift windows opened all around the trailer, and dozens of arrows fired off into the crowd. Some of the archers counter fired in retaliation, but most of it bounced off the steel trailer or hit the packs of strawmen behind each member of baird’s team. With a sneer, one team member pulled out a bunch of arrows from a strawman, loaded it into his crossbow and fired them out.

 

This strategy was akin to building a tower in the middle of an enemy base in a real time strategy game, creating chaos with constant damage output in the safety of your own structure. While baird’s group was creating chaos with his team of crack shots, Outerhaven’s own cavalry was charging through the gaping hole left by John’s truck to take out the enemy’s backline. Spurred on by the power of the truck, the allied infantry and archers had also charged forth, smashing right into the enemy lines with the might of a thousand bears.

 

As for Baird, he had a different target from his team. Using his giant crossbow, Baird started sniping enemy mages in the distance. With his exceptional rogue talents, he was able to take down a few, which effectively routed the enemy mage squad, denying the enemy of magical buffs.

 

“Growl!”

 

“Yes Sir, we won’t let you down Captain Baird!”

 

And so, the Baird and his commandos fought.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

One hour ago.

 

After watching Dnyce’s dance routine, John got into his truck to stand by. This was the norm for all military, rush to wait, wait to rush. Getting thousands of people to do something was hard, so preparations had to be done early, and thus, John had to wait in his truck for at least an hour before anything happens.

 

To kill time, John flipped through the manual for his truck. With no telling if he could ever go back into his world, he had to learn how to maintain his truck by himself. However, the contents of this particular page surprised him.

 

Traveling between parallel worlds. Why the hell was such a thing in the manual? And printed in eight languages too! And the requirement… Maintain speed of 88 miles per hour and supply 1.31 gigawatts of energy to the flux capacitor.

 

John stopped reading and looked behind him. He then flipped his seat down and checked behind it. He couldn’t help facepalming himself at what he found.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

Alright, I can do this.

 

After John unlatched the connection between his truck and trailer, he changed course and headed for his objective. Baird’s objective was to tie up the enemy support units, but John’s mission was different. He was to seek out the enemy commander and run him over.

 

From his military experience, he sought out the place with a good vantage point and was well protected, a place you would set up a command post. And he found just the spot, which had plenty of flags and banners flying too.

 

“Over there!”

 

Jasmine pointed to the front after John set his bearing, confirming his suspicion.

 

Making a beeline for his destination, John accelerated to 88 miles per hour. He didn’t know if things would go his way, but there was no harm in setting up things up and hoping for the best.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

Heinz was raging. The cavalry he sent out was decimated by a monstrosity that appeared out of nowhere, and was powerful enough to plow through an entire column of horsemen and fell them as if they were puppets with their strings cut.

 

And that monstrosity split into two, the larger body tearing the support units apart, while the other headed straight for Heinz’ headquarters. With great effort, Heinz kept his wrath in check and ordered the reserves to save the support units. Bracing himself, Heinz prepared to face the head of the monstrosity straight on.

 

“Triple maximized delay magic: The lightning that shall tear the heavens!”

 

Channeling most of his mana, Heinz cast a spell that would strike twenty seconds later. He immediately whipped out a potion and down it in one gulp, and repeated this six times. Heinz couldn’t make these mana replenishing potions and had to purchase them with cash. He would prefer not to use these cash items if possible, but the situation calls for it.

 

The thin, almost skeletal face of Heinz grinned as his body filled with power, and he cast the most powerful spell in his arsenal.

 

“Skill: The Goat of Old Waifu is Deaf!”

 

A dark portal opened and a large goat emerged, bleaching loudly. Meh~, it cried. It matched the size of the monstrosity, easily towering over Heinz. In fact, the goat was larger since the monstrosity splitted up.

 

The goat charged forward with no regards of orders or life. It was not the least intimidated by the ear piercing roar made by the monstrosity.

 

As planned, the delay magic casted by Heinz hit the monstrosity. He wasn’t confident that either one of his spell would be enough, so he casted both to be certain he could stop the monstrosity. The goat charged on and when it was about to clash with the monstrosity…

 

A bright flash of light and two trails of fire appeared behind the goat. Surprisingly, the lightning spell was enough to finish off the monstrosity as the goat charged ahead with reckless abandon, rampaging the battle field.

 

Heinz was shocked that the monstrosity disappeared so easily that he forgot about the goat for a moment.

 

Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.

 

While he was trying to gather his thoughts, the goat was trampling over the reinforcement he sent in. Heinz yelled at the goat both physically and through his psyche, but it fell on deaf ears. After a minute, Heinz realized that he should dismiss the summon and did so, snapping the goat out of existence.

 

But now, his army was in tatters. With a sigh, he prepared to sound the retreat when he saw a crackle of lightning appeared before him.

 

From the same spot where the monstrosity disappeared, the monstrosity burst into existence, with the same speed and momentum before its vanishment. Heinz, Lord of the round table, stood dumbstruck for three seconds before the truck ran him down.

 

♦ ♦ ♦

 

John didn’t stop after running over the thin man who was nothing but skin over bones. He was expecting to find himself back in Tokyo, but all he saw was the same battlefield, but with the giant goat gone.

 

“John. I think we killed the Lord of the Round Table. The Round Lord.”

 

John thought back to the moment of impact, and how the round belt full of magic items floating at that man’s waist deformed in the crash.

 

“Well, he is more like an Oval lord now. But what happened just now?”

 

“From what I can see, we went through a short time skip. The cavalry was still far away from Baird’s position just now, but they are right there now.”

 

John turned his head to check. It was true, Baird’s commando succeeded in their mission, it was only a matter of time before the enemy is routed.

 

“So… 1.21 gigawatts huh. I was hoping for 1.31 gigawatts.”

 

John mused.

 

“Guess it would be a fun ride for me and my truck. Our work is done, let’s get you home Jasmine.”

“Yes, let’s go. Together.

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