Chapter 14: The Beginning of a Major Problem

Chapter 14: The Beginning of a Major Problem

August 20th, 2088 New novel chapters are published on

I managed to save Kira and Grandma Kuma, but that terrible emptiness persisted. Based off of the last time this happened, I wont recover for a while. But there was something far more concerning (although I couldnt feel concern at the moment), based on the information I extracted from the dead slavers soul.

Thats right, those men werent bandits but were in fact heretics known in this world as slavers. In this world there is only one religion, a monotheistic religion known as the Cult of Chains. They worship one deity: Adligo, the God of Freedom and Duty. According to the Cult, Adligo recreated this world from the ashes of its predecessor which was destroyed by a civil war between the gods and their followers.

Each god had competed with each other to gain influence and dominance over each other, eventually escalating to war. Adligo had been one of these gods and had been the only one to abstain from these rivalries along with his worshippers. He let the mortals and gods fight as was their right as free beings. And as the world burned into ash, he then chose to punish those who had abandoned the natural duty that every being had to the world they inhabited.

Ah, looks like the survivors are climbing out of the rubble. I unholstered one of my 9mm pistols and started shooting the slavers as they appeared. It really reminded me of one of those shooting games you see in an arcade, as a face popped out of the debris I shot it. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Reload. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Dwarves and beast-kin lied on the ground with a single hole in their head. 18 slavers left and I had run out of ammo. These guys were likely the ones on guard duty, they were fully equipped as they climbed out of the wreckage. I enveloped myself with barrier magic and drew my rhomphaia. The slavers drew magic tools and started bombarding me with fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades and the like. I ignored it as the magic was blocked magnificently by my barrier.

With my surging mana I felt no strain at all maintaining the barrier. My rhomphaia easily cut through their armor and soon I had finished killing everyone except for the guy in the basement. I slowly trudged through the corpses and down the exposed stairs in the rubble to the basement room. As I entered the dimly lit room I saw an elf frantically trying to excavate the rubble blocking the escape tunnel. He noticed my approach and panicked Are you the one who destroyed the castle!?!? He screamed at me. I said nothing and merely ran forward with both of my ninjato drawn.

He swore wildly and fumbled with something in a bag and then pulled it out. I immediately went low and started to slide towards him. BOOM! A familiar sound roared out loudly and the wall behind me was blasted apart. Before he could use that weapon again I rammed into his legs, causing him to fall forward onto my outstretched ninjato. His own weight and momentum pushed his body down my blades as I skewered him.

With his death my empty state dissipated. A flood of emotions that had been repressed charged into my mind like a stampede, nearly causing me to vomit. But the main emotion I felt was shock as I looked at the magic tool the elf had been using. Impossible. Thats simply impossible. How could this exist here? Lying there on the ground was a pump action shotgun with the words Made in the USA engraved on the barrel alongside shimmering magical runes.