The Automated King

The Newcomer

An extra income for my AoK? There’s no excuse for me to reject the notion. Why would I, a middle-class of this society, not allured with the offer? From my self-analysis through the digital ID, the AoK of Repugnare were sorted under special partition from the actual funds of my job as a manager. Well, my special commission is still at zero, so I don’t have to settle down with it for now.

As Simon had mentioned from our first meetup, he wanted me to act as his tandem. He would be assigned as my coach for today’s poaching festival. Based from the wordings of the quest, Mr. LORD has demanded us to eliminate a clan of bugs from the north-eastern side of the wall. Well, I hope I’m not mistaken, but a clan? Of bugs?

A day before our departure to complete the mission, Simon has convene a dinner for us to talk about the issue that I need to know in advance. Of the schedule, we are set to meet at 7 in the night. Time to make haste, then, since I am a bit short on the leash.

“You are close to disappoint me, Mate. I thought you weren’t coming at all.”

“No way, Simon. Impression is a matter of life and death for a manager like me.”

Without a careful assessment to my image, I would be demoted from my status as a manager, so there’s no way to forget of how important those simple gesture to my face. That’s on my table, though, since being punctual were not everyone’s trait to settle.

“Fair enough. By the way, this might be the nice position for me to have a brief tutorial, since you are a new guy for this.”

“Okay, feed me into it, Simon.”

“For our ‘first date,’ we were assigned to the simpler mission. It’s a bunch of insects scurrying around, and our boss suspecting them to regroup and building a new tribe.”

I wonder how a clan of bugs nominate their chieftain. Is it done through a parley? or a gut-spraying contest, maybe?

“However, do not treat this lightly, Mate. They are having an increased smartness, you know what that means?”

“No, I am not. Do tell.”

“They would be creative. Who knows what kind of landmine that we have to deal with.”

Being creative is one of the best human traits to sustain. We could craft every technology up from nothingness, including that landmine. But for bugs? How much of improvements that they could have?

“Well, gear yourself up and get used to your power, Regi. Meet me by the northern-wall gates at 9 of nightfall tomorrow, Is that clear?.”

“Crystal. I’ll do my best, Simon.”

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Here it goes. Due to the arrangement of today’s mission, I need to discover the power that would be rising up from the incident of two days past. The sting of venomous spider, what would be unveiled from it?

Starting from my vision....

 (blink...blink.... wink...wink...)

Ouch, my eyes.... No sign of laser beam, a magnified eyesight, or anything of the sort.

My arm... Immense strength, crossed out.

Speed-running... No way of those power to emerge by the venom of a spider, right.

“urgh... it hurts.”

Oh man, the morning credits is in need to pay due. Aaa!! I need to take a dump.

(Thump!!)

“What happened? Ah, damn it.”

Ah, how am I suppose to say for the room maintenance? It must be like “Sorry for piercing a hole to your toilet.” Do I have a spare money, even? I have to think this thoroughly.

“Just like what I predicted. My bed....”

The venom of the conventional black widow spider bring forth quite a feat to my aid. If I could lashed out acid, the swarm of bugs would be decimated in a single shot.

I have to message our tinker for this matter.

“Merry, is this you? Sorry for the intrusion. My power for today is ‘acid,’ a kind of different with the injected venom. Yes... I ruin my closet....thank you, Merry, I am totally ashamed.... see ya.”

She may be the only person that might be able to look upon this mess.

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“Hmm, you are the most problematic member in the team, Regi, that’s all I could say to you. For suggestion, I am proposing your own in-depth research for this gamble. And this is your order, by the way, a toe-to-bowel acidic destroyer. I make it ASAP, since you are on your way to a nightfall objective today.”

A vest? What’s with this installation?

“This cannon right here, it’s supposed to be strapped in compact with your belly button. It would directly transfer your excretion right to this openings, and boom!! bullseye. I’m also installed the auto-assistance of better sniping for beginner, so you don’t have to worry of your inability to shoot the rifle.”

“May I ask you something, Merry? Strapped, can you explain it in a better way?”

“Yeah, just sit down on this bad boy right here.... And sleep!!”

Huh? What’s with that hands?

“Oh, my hypnotherapy doesn’t work properly. Now... sleep!!”

Wow-wow, and then a needle? It’s huge! Ah, It’s soothing all of sudden....

“Doze off, and wait for my operation to complete, alright, baby? Yes, he is sleeping in peace. I could attach this.... sewn the thread..... and ta-da!!! AH, I forgot the vest, I need to undo this... and that...”

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Ouch, what’s with the tingling sensation down my waist? A nice weapon, tailored over my stomach. Is she naturally adept in this?

“You have a crafty hands, Merry. I might be a new fan of your work today.”

“No, do not point those gun at me, sniper. There’s a shooting range down the stairs, smash those target with it!!”

“roger that, Merry, and thank you.”

“your welcome, Regi. Don’t forget to explicate the result to me, yeah?”

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I might have a grand tour yesterday, but I never heard of a shooting range on the site. Hmm, Who’s at the swimming pool in the morning like this?

“Is that you, Reginald? Come here, don’t be afraid of me.”

Hoo, so it’s Ellen. An old woman and a swimsuit? I am speechless...

“What are you doing down there, Ellen?”

“Oh, this? It’s my regular schedule to maintain the efficacy of my power, you see? Look at my collar bone right here.”

Oh man, is this too indecent? A swimming pool and under-vested mom.... Stop it, youth. You’ll humiliate me in front of her in no time.

“Haha, don’t be aroused by this old woman, Regi. My best traits is on my epidermis. I am excreting a lot of this type of slick and shimmering fluid within the day. It's coating my body for a slim dive to the bottom and increasing my resistance to the water pressure at some extent.”

Ah, if I take a glance to her skin, I could concur with how the slime is covering her organs in entirety. It’s spreading evenly, down to the toe.

Oh no, she has a fit body, too. A packed grandma with a sturdy bread on the tummy, a staggering provision to enjoy.... ah, being single for some time might be the cause of this.

“How about the ‘hound,’ though? Does this power sounds more of you to slither than to run?”

“Hmm, that’s for another day, young man. I will tell you in time. Anyway, the shooting range is two block to the right, Regi. You can see it straight away from here.”

She is foretelling my intention without asking. It might be due to her aged wisdom, or... mind-reading, perhaps? Ah, must be due to this slingshot, haha.

The one in neighbor with the swimming pool is the gym. Hoo, this place is crowded!! Everyone is piling up their muscles intensively for their mission, huh. I don’t need to stop by, for it is not the brawn that I meant to collect.

“Hi, Regi.”

“Oh, Maria the slink. Nice to see you. From the direction, you were eager to lift those dumbbells in advance.”

“No, no, Regi, I am not. Shut up with the nickname, Reginald, I warn you.”

“Heads down, Ma’am.”

“I am coming over to the gym ‘cause of this flabby thighs. Running is important to a swindler, right?”

“Hey, that’s all flesh? It is essentially a brick, not a single spot of flab to me.”

“Hmm, is that a compliment?”

“No, it’s practical joke.”

“You can’t sense it, since this is my leg, not yours. Bye, next-door ally.”

She is an infiltrator, a thief in-the-making. A quick dash is principal for her job. Hmm, any other person I know around here? Shall I greet them all? Nah, not a soul in the radius. I have to go on, or I might miss my chance on training with this corrosive gun on my deck.

Finally, the shooting range. No one inside, as far as I can observe from the distance. There’s a lot of target practice lying further beyond the reach of a simple throw of a knife, and it is adjustable. Now, now, how do I shoot my projectile? Did she give me some manual on this gear? Oh right, it’s in the right pocket of my vest.

Okay, the first step is for me to accumulate the energy. In order to do it, It is important for me to eat the laxatives. Huh? Is she toying up with my power and joke around? this laxatives is special, It said. No repercussion on my intestine, as quoted from the manual.

For the first step, let’s take one of this medication and move to the next phase. Oh, it’s the cue..... My stomach is convulsing so bad.... this is abnormal, or ‘special’ from her phrase to have this effect to come into terms so soon.

(Spurt)

Uh, it’s tickling my stomach. So, she sewn the thread of this gun directly to my intestine. In my first premonition, I believe that she might connect the trigger to my scrotum. Luckily, she is not lunatic enough to be a madman scientist with her resourceful knowledge, at least for now.

Time for buckle up some sensibility to this rifle and stretching up a bit.