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Dragon King Part 37
🕑 Added 2022-12-17 06:24:30 +0000 UTCMyst wasn't particularly surprised to find no trace of the darkhounds leaving the city after twenty minutes of looking and flying back and forth over the city, mostly because there was a decent amount of dirt in places and they could have escaped without leaving prints though there were a couple of places where the prints ended abruptly. 'This would be easier if we had access to better divination magic,' he mused as he opened his gacha menu and looked at the collection of wheels, figuring he might as well kill some time while he waited for Dawn to finish her spiral search of the surrounding area. 'Magic girl transformation items, magic gems, food, drink, diary, toys, games, sunscreen, two swimming pools wheels, putty, pets?'
'Screw it, worst case, I toss everything in a spatial ring and toss it in my inventory or it gets eaten when Rand destroys the place in a couple of days.' Myst bought everything other than the swimming pool wheels as he really didn't want to drop the swimming pools in the cursed city. He pulled his digital camera out of his inventory and took a few pictures as he floated above the abandoned city, waiting to at least record some pictures before the city was gone without a trace.
Myst had barely taken five photos when his first gacha wheel started slowing down, making him wonder why none of the wheels were ever consistent in how long they took, especially if he was timing them. He put his camera back in his inventory and watched the sunscreen wheel slow to a stop. He used his telekinesis to catch the softball sized clay pot that dropped, not wanting to touch it in case it was cursed. "SPF 5,000?" he muttered as he read the label on the side of the pot.
"Huh," Myst muttered when he opened the lid and stared at the clay in the pot, wondering if his gacha ability was trolling him, if a culture actually used clay for sunscreen or if there was something weird about the clay. A quick check with his upgrade ability revealed that it was in fact just clay. "At least it's not cursed," he mused as he stuck the pot of clay in his inventory as the food, drink and games wheels started slowing down.
He smiled when a squat softball sized glass container of Martinelli's apple juice dropped from his drink wheel, mostly because he hadn't had one in years. He checked it with his upgrade ability then stuck it in his inventory for future copying. He caught the old fashioned looking game cartridge that dropped from his game wheel, curious about the strange language and the robotic dragons on the label. "Combination of Norse and Greek? It doesn't look Asian, I need to find a spell for translating things," he mused as he put the game in his inventory.
Myst reflexively caught the railroad car with his telekinesis when it dropped from the food wheel. He stared at it blankly for a couple of seconds before he opened the door and looked at the white cereal like boxes stacked floor to ceiling in the car. "Cheese Mac?"
'How generic can you get?' Myst mused as he closed the door, opened a portal back to the ruins of Manetheren and started maneuvering it through the portal, not seeing a point in letting the food for the train car go to waste. He finished pushing the car through the portal then let it close and turned his attention to the rest of the wheels, curious if he was going to get anything interesting. He caught the trunk dropped from the putty wheel.
"Serious putty?" he muttered absently as he read the label on the side of the trunk. "Yeah, because that's not suspicious," he mused as he floated the trunk fifty feet away from him, trying to get it to a reasonably safe distance in case it exploded when he opened it. He was mostly relieved but also felt a touch silly when opening the box didn't set anything off. He waited a couple of seconds then floated the chest back over and looked inside. He grinned when he saw the carefully packaged detonators and bricks of C4 that his upgrade ability confirmed were in fact explosives.
Myst closed the trunk and stuck it in his inventory then caught the large fist sized ruby disc that dropped from his magic gem wheel. He was distracted from the disc when his pet wheel stopped spinning and a massive blue whale appeared out of thin air and dropped like a rock. He briefly considered grabbing the whale with his telekinesis before his common sense tossed up a bunch of warning flags and the whale crashed into the city, making a mess of a half dozen towers and a couple of dozen buildings.
"Sorry Willy," Myst muttered as he looked at the broken whale corpse, wondering if it was worth harvesting for the bone and why it had a flower pot with a petunia on its head. 'Hopefully it's not some eldritch abomination's pet.'
Myst pulled his attention off the whale he couldn't do anything about and looked at the centimeter thick ruby disc with his upgrade ability. "It turns sunlight into magic and stores it…" he trailed off when he saw the entry for the 'safety' feature that kept the crystal from storing too much magical energy. 'Is that a glitch or a feature?' he mused, not sure if the production of magical mist that infused plants and animals with magic was a bug or a feature. 'A couple of hundred of these could transform a country into a monster filled jungle, that's one way to get magical reagents.'
'We should probably run some tests before we get carried away, we don't need to turn things into a death world,' Myst mused as he caught a ninja turtle in its original packaging. "Huh, I remember…" he trailed off when he noticed that the turtle was anatomically correct or at least was far more 'correct' than a Ken doll. "Not sure if that makes April a lucky girl, or a broken girl."
'Do you have an extra demon gem?' Dawn asked via telepathy.
'Yeah, why?' Myst asked as he stuffed the toy into his inventory and caught the arm sized gel dildo that dropped from his Magical Girl wheel, glad he had telekinesis because it was covered in green slime that seemed to be glowing faintly.
'The darkhound ate the popcorn,' Dawn replied with a grin as she flew back towards where she could see Myst in the distance, levitating the feral snarling clown in front of her.
'You're insane, you know that, right?' Myst asked as he looked over the details of his new transformation item, looking forward to testing the transformation or at least getting someone else to test it as it gave them an innate understanding of the local laws while they were transformed.
'I'm aware,' Dawn replied, not even trying to deny that her sanity was a bit suspect. 'Speaking of insane ideas, we should probably pour one of the house elf potions down her throat and give her a skill book for English.' She stared when she got close enough that the towers weren't blocking the view of the dead whale. "What the fuck?!"
"It was on my pet wheel," Myst replied as he focused and created a cracker-like skill book for English. He floated the cracker over to the snarling clown and stuffed it in her mouth, causing her to bite it and absorb the knowledge when it broke.
"I'm going to rip your throats out!" the clown snarled, glaring at Myst.
Myst looked at the demonic clown with his upgrade ability. "Regeneration, reformation, bottomless stomach, toxic and acidic saliva, supernatural durability, strength and reflexes, pass without trace on dirt, burning stone and the ability to dreamwalk, could be worse or better depending on how you look at it."
"I'm going to gnaw on your bones!" the clown shouted, wishing she could reach the channelers to rip them apart.
"Best of luck," Myst lied as he pulled one of the memory wiping house elf potions out of his inventory. He grabbed the clown's face with telekinesis and forced her jaws open as he popped the cork on the potion. 'At least their original memories of being wolves are already gone,' he told himself as he held the thrashing clown in place with telekinesis and poured the potion down her throat, using telepathy and telekinesis to get her to swallow it without spitting it out.
The clown blinked as she realized she had no idea why she was floating over a city looking at her boss or why she was naked. "Boss? What's going on?"
"You were driven insane by a dark god, we had to erase your mind to save you," Myst replied, not seeing a point in lying when it would come back to bite him in the ass later.
"That sucks," the clown complained as she looked around, not sure what was going on but trusting the boss. "Can we eat the dark god? I'm hungry."
Myst shook his head. "That sounds like a terrible idea."
"But I'm hungry," the clown complained. "How about the girl, we don't need her right?"
'So much for giving her a blank slate,' Myst mused as he gestured and conjured a hamburger for the demonic clown. "No eating people, especially no eating friends."
"Clowns aren't people, right?" the clown asked thoughtfully.
Myst glanced at Dawn and shook his head. "They're close enough."
"Fine," the clown whined as she grabbed the burger out of the air when it got close enough.
Dawn shivered slightly as the clown devoured the burger without any semblance of table manners, getting a decent amount of sauce on her face and messing up her makeup. "What's with the dildo?"
Myst glanced at the oversized dildo he was still holding with telekinesis. "Using it transforms you into a magic girl with an innate understanding of the local laws."
"Do you have to actually use it like a sex toy?" Dawn asked, willing to pass if that was the case given the fact that it looked like a gag gift.
"Would you believe me if I said yes?" Myst asked with amusement as he floated the dildo over to Dawn so she could test it.
Dawn pulled her attention off the floating ruby disc and looked at Myst. "Not when you say it like that."
Myst glanced at his diary wheel when it started to slow down. "You should be able to touch it and activate it mentally."
Dawn touched part of the dildo that wasn't covered by slime with her index finger and willed herself to transform.
Myst smiled as Dawn went from wearing jeans and a shirt to wearing something straight out of porn or at least a strip show involving fake cops. "We might have to upgrade the outfit," he teased as he checked Dawn's abilities with his upgrade ability.
Dawn snickered when she glanced down at her expanded breasts and realized the buttons were probably only a couple of 'wrong' moves away from failing. She stuck her foot out and grinned when she saw her black boot. "At least I'm not wearing heels," she muttered as she unbuttoned the shirt that was too tight.
Myst almost missed catching the diary with telekinesis as it dropped from the diary wheel, mostly because he was busy staring at Dawn's breasts. "Nice."
"Thanks," Dawn replied as she twisted so she could look at 'her' butt. "Not bad."
Myst glanced at Dawn's ridiculously short skirt. "Can you even move in your skirt?"
Dawn lifted her leg to test how much give it had, giving Myst a show as her outfit didn't come with underwear. "It's surprisingly comfortable and stretchy." She pulled up her HUD and looked at her new abilities. "Supernatural awareness of local laws and customs, low end supernatural strength, the ability to conjure restraints and resistance to bullets in the form of deflection, I'm going to want copies of my abilities."
Myst pulled his attention off of Dawn's breasts and started working on creating skill books for the temporary powers. "Already working on it, the law ability should make keeping track of all of the old laws easier."
"Can I have another burger?" the clown asked hopefully.
"Sure," Myst replied as he gestured towards the clown and conjured her another burger and a chocolate milkshake in a waxed paper cup.
"Did you get anything else from the gacha?" Dawn asked, looking at the ruby disc and trying to ignore how the clown was devouring her hamburger while keeping her floating.
Myst glanced at the diary with his upgrade ability then stuck it in his inventory and went back to creating skill books. "A dream journal, a video game we can't use and a train car filled with generic mac and cheese."
"In boxes or loose?" Dawn asked thoughtfully.
"In boxes," Myst replied with a grin.
"Nice, I like mac and cheese…" Dawn trailed off when she watched the clown upend the milkshake over her mouth and drained it.
"More!" the clown demanded after finishing her milkshake and eating the cup.
"You just ate," Myst argued as he created a skill book for the clown's ability to pass without trace.
"Don't care, I'm hungry!" the clown complained, licking her lips when she looked at Dawn.
"Fuck it," Myst muttered as he pulled one of the empty demon traps out of his inventory and activated it, sucking the demonic clown into the gem. "I'm probably going to have to make a skill book for basic skills or something."
"Wouldn't hurt," Dawn agreed. "You should probably trade her another couple of burgers to wear the butt plug, spending a couple of hours having the corruption ripped out of her would probably help."
"Not a bad idea," Myst agreed as he stuck the gem in his inventory after checking to make sure it wasn't dangerous to stick in his inventory.
"What's with the disc?" Dawn asked, wondering if it was cursed or if he'd just forgotten to mention it.
Myst reached up and grabbed the ruby disc. "It turns sunlight into magic and stores it like a battery, it also creates magical mist when the tank is full. I'm not sure if that's a feature or a bug because they couldn't limit the absorption with a simple shut off. The mist basically infuses plants and animals with magic, changing them into magical plants and beasts."
"Over time or immediately?" Dawn asked, curious how long it would take to create new magical plants for use with alchemy.
"Days, weeks? Maybe years?" Myst replied as he stuck the ruby disc in his inventory. "I'll have a better idea how long the process takes when we get a sample of the mist."
"Sounds like we need to build some greenhouses and run some tests, are you ready to head back?" Dawn asked, wanting to make sure she didn't miss Egwene's class.
"Did we get all of the darkhounds?" Myst asked, wanting to make sure they weren't leaving a mess that would turn into a massive problem.
Dawn shrugged her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. "I couldn't sense anything other than the one hound with empathy so we should be fine, I'm going to be happy when the city is gone."
"Same," Myst replied as he opened a portal back to the tower, happy to get away from the pit of rage, suspicion and hate that bubbled up from the cursed city. 'You'd think the shit would fade after two thousand years, enjoy it while you can, you'll be dead and gone in a couple of days.'
Dawn took a last glance at the dead whale then followed Myst through the portal.
0o0o0
Myst pulled his attention away from the swimming pool wheels he hadn't gotten around to using before class and focused on the twenty seven drugged fades that Zara had chained up in the middle of the ritual circle she'd carved into the ground near the waygate. "Do you have a plan if this doesn't work?"
"You could always leave things to the Dragon Reborn," Rose pointed out.
"We have Constantine's number," Zara offered with a smirk. "He should be able to rig something up to rip the life from the Blight."
"Let's save that for the twelfth of Never," Myst grumbled as he focused on the fade that was the furthest away from him, looking at his link to the Dark One. 'You're taking a swing at a god, you'd better not miss,' he told himself. 'Screw it, he's bound, as long as we don't say his name and we're wearing the daggers, we should be fine.'
Myst glanced at the copy of the dull dagger that Zara had strapped to the fade's arm to keep the Dark One from just snapping the connection. "Fuck it, worst case, we can jump through the mirror."
Dawn shook her head. "That sounds like a worse idea than Zara's."
"Fuck him up," Taylor suggested.
Myst took a breath then let it out slowly and spent the mana to upgrade the connection to something the Dark One couldn't just snap, burning enough mana to level a mountain in the process.
Egwene shivered as she felt Myst spent hundreds of times more mana than she had in an instant, making a mental note to ask about getting her mana pool upgraded. "Is that it?"
"That's just the first step," Myst replied as he repeated the process with the next fade, twisting the connection so the Dark One couldn't just snap it and trusting the dull dagger to hide what he'd done from the Dark One, at least for the moment. He gave himself a couple of seconds to let his mana regenerate then did the same with the next two, feeling slightly more confident with the plan as nothing was on fire and he hadn't felt the Dark One's attention.
He worked his way through the rest of the fades then let his mana regenerate for a couple of seconds, wanting a full tank for the next bit.
"You have that look on your face, what are you thinking?" Dawn asked, hoping they weren't making a mistake.
"Just thinking," Myst admitted.
"About?" Zara asked, wondering if he was having second thoughts.
"Free will," Myst replied as he upgraded the amount of the Dark One's essence the fade naturally pulled in, changing it from a trickle to a raging river the size of the Mississippi, causing everyone with a drop of intuition in the world to shiver as the Dark One's gaze swept the world, looking for the being that dared use his power without permission. "No prophecies, no last battles, no cosmics games of chess, just humanity taking a stand."
"You're a dragon," Dawn pointed out.
"No, I'm the Dragon King," Myst replied with amusement as he started upgrading the rest of the fades' connections, one after another, causing the drain to go from an eventual threat to an immediate problem for the Dark One as his very essence was pulled into the fades and absorbed by the purifying sex toys while the regeneration he'd given the fades kept them alive.
Dawn laughed as she pulled a rolled up newspaper out of her inventory that she'd picked up in Hermione's world. "I have a newspaper."
Comments
Chichi son
'How generic can you get?' Myst mused as he closed the door, opened a portal back to the ruins of Manetheren and started maneuvering it through the portal, not seeing a point in letting the food for the train car go to waste. food or the train?
Mist of Shadows
Have a cookie, the fictional yet not annoying type.
TRGrene
Was that a Hitchhiker's Guide reference I saw?
