[Initiating Spiritual Form... Complete!]
[Transferring Control of Host Body back to Host... ... ... ... Complete!]
[Initiating Mission Override Protocol (Early Rewards)... ... ... ... ... Complete!]
[Updating System Software... Complete!]
[Choosing a nice outfit... ... Complete!]
[Awakening Host... ... Complete!]
Jezebel opened his eyes. He was in a dark alley; the bright lights of the street didn't reach him. He looked around and noticed a faint blue glow. As he stared, a small figure came out from the corner in which it hid. Its blue semi-transparent body approached him.
"H-hello Jez. Nice to finally meet you in person!" the thing said.
"Who are you? Agggh." Jezebel groaned in pain.
"Ah, I would be Ags. Do you like how I look? I chose this just for you!"
She twirled, her solid blue knee-length dress swirled. Her similarly blue hair, long and straight, flowed in the wind.
"Well, Ags. You look just like how I imagined you."
"Ah, that's because I know your thoughts!"
"I do suppose as such. Anyways, gotta get going. Need to save Jean."
Jezebel began to walk away, but was soon turned back when Ags shouted,
"Where the hell do you think you're going? We aren't done here yet."
He walked back and faced Ags again.
"Uh, I'm leaving to get Jean?"
"Yeah, that's important, but do you know where she even is?"
"Er... no."
"Yeah, I thought as much. You're lucky that I also picked up a t-shirt and jeans, else you'd be walking around quite naked right now."
Jezebel glanced down and noticed he was out of his suit, and instead in a pair of ankle-length denim jeans and a clean white t-shirt.
"Thanks? I guess. So, any good ideas then Ags?"
"Yes, let's go visit your good friend Buxah. We're quite close, and you need some new weapons and information."
"Ah, thanks Ags. By the way, why do you have a visible form now?"
"Oh, after you had died, the system upgraded. So here I am. By the way, quick question. Do you want psychic powers or magic powers to start with? You'll get them both eventually, but you gotta make a choice."
"Oh sure, yeah Magic. Wait, what the fuck?"
"I suppose I should explain after you died, I initiated the mission override and allowed one of your rewards to be given early. Remember that secret reward? Yeah, that was a choice between Psychic and Magic powers."
"No shit?"
"Yeah, Jez. So, pick. Also, I'd recommend checking your stats after. There is definitely gonna be a boost."
"This is a difficult choice, anything different about the two?"
"Yeah, how much do you know about programming?"
"Uh... a fair amount? Why?"
"Good, then you might just enjoy Magic."
"Fuck it, sure. Magic it is."
"Ah good, you'll love this then. I had a feeling you were gonna choose it. Don't worry much about what text is about to flash across your eyes."
Jezebel wondered what Ags was talking about, then was greeted with a message.
[Now installing MagiLang IDE... ... ... Complete!]
[Installing required dependencies and knowledge into the host... Complete!]
[Starting MagiLang IDE... Good luck with your magic development, Host!]
In front of his eyes, a blank dark-grey text screen appeared. He stared for a few seconds, then a keyboard popped-up in front of him, with the text.
[Please be warned: Host can only low-tiered spells right now, due to auto-mana calculation]
He viewed this then decided to quickly check his status. 'Status!'
"Name: Jezebel
Race: Human/Arythian
Level: 8
Strength: 30 Agility: 34 Survivability: 32 Intelligence: 40
Health: 200 Stamina: 250 Mana: 450
Skills Known: CQC Basics, Primal Rage, Berserk, Universal Translation, Bodyguarding Basics, Firearms Basics, MagiLang IDE, All Elements Affinity, Basic Magic"
His stats had near doubled! He looked back at the editor and decided to create a simple spell to test things out. From his mind, the text flowed as if he had been doing this for many years.
[variable == Sphere1
Sphere1 == gen.Object(Sphere) ;
add.Diameter.Cm(6);
add.ForceNewtons(500);
add.Element(Fire);
add.Planetdefinedgravity;
gen.Targetingreticle(dot_predictionline);
add.Objectaimvar(Sphere1);
if.thought == 'Execute Fireball' then run.script Fireball]
He finished the short bit of code and saved it as Fireball. In his head, he thought the two words "Execute Fireball" and a dot appeared in his vision. In his hand, a sphere of pure fire had apparated, and he felt in control. He looked toward the ground, a straight line from the dot looked at the ground. He tossed the ball from his hands, and it quickly headed towards the ground at a rate faster than a rifle bullet. It impacted, with a decently sized explosion. A dark black mark was left on the ground, Jezebel looked in awe.
"Done playing with your new powers? Good. Don't worry, there is also much easier magic, instead of manual coding. Up to you whether or not you still use the IDE, but I feel you should. Much more customizable."
"Yeah, I definitely will play with it some more later. Now, I have a date with Buxah right?"
"Yes you do, Jez. Now, go get him!"
Jezebel walked towards Bush's shop, and the incorporeal being of Ags followed him. He'd arrived at the store in which he had previously tortured its owner. On the door, was a sign that read CLOSED. But inside, there were lights on, it indicated someone was currently there. He pushed the door open and yelled.
"Hey fucker! It's me again! I need something from ya, and I need it quick."
In the back of the store, he heard a sudden rattle and a yelp.
"No, no man! Leave! Please! What do need more?!"
"Ah, Buxah!" Jezebel called. "I need some information! And maybe a nice weapon or two."
"Ok, fine fine!" Buxah cried out."What you need to know?"
"I need to know the location of one of the Green Tiger Bases, any will do. I can do some further investigation there."
"Ok, I'll tell you! There's a base in the city; it's the Phlaser Building, a few stories on the ground level!"
"Good, thanks for the information, now if you excuse me, I'm gonna pick out a weapon or two."
Ags flew out from behind him and pointed out two weapons.
"Ah, those two are pretty good. Did I mention you had an equipment status add-in now too?"
"No, you didn't, So I just pick them up or something right?"
"Yep!"
Jezebel picked up the first weapon, an easily concealable sword that retracted into its sheath.
"Level 7 Retractable Sword
Type of Sword: Jian
Infused Element: Fire"
"Oh wow, that does seem pretty good, Now, let's check out this other one," Jezebel added out loud. He picked up a simple revolver; it was fairly compact and had what is normally the barrels, replaced by a single slot, presumably to add more capacity for ammunition.
"Level 8 Energy Revolver
Infused Element: Lightning
It looks like a revolver you dolt, not much more needed."
"Oh wow, this inspect system has a mouth, certainly."
"Yeah, that's a carryover from the empire Jez, don't mind it."
"I'll try not to."
He put the gun in his holster and the retracted blade into his pants pockets.
"I'm taking these, Buxah. As well as some ammo! You have a nice life huh?"
Jezebel left the store with his new weapons and a new target. The Phlaser Building. That's where he was meant to go.
Jezebel walked toward the building, a rage slowly built in his head. He was furious, the one person he'd been protecting had been taken from him. He had arrived at the main doors and was greeted with a rude man.
"What the fuck do you want, punk?" he said.
"Well, my good sir. I'd love to be let in." Jezebel said sarcastically, motioning with a bow."
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to huh? Some little punk ass bitch think he can come up on my beat? Nuh-uh, come here I'ma beat yo ass."
The man from the building ran at Jezebel, and one of his fists were raised as he telegraphed a punch. The man threw it, but it never landed. Jezebel grabbed the mans wrist and pulled. The man fell over him, and he pushed the man into the ground, it knocked the air out of him. Jezebel wasn't finished however, he hoisted the man up by his throat and tossed him through the doors of the small building.
On the inside of the building, well over 30 people looked at what had just happened, a lone man standing menacingly in front of the now-broken doors.
"Haaaaaah? You think you can fuck with us?" a cry in near unison erupted, as the men inside rushed out at Jezebel. He wasn't fazed, however, as he removed the retractable sword from his pocket, and launched it, into its full form. The men advanced, but Jezebel was quicker. As the first man arrived, he whipped the blade through the air. It sliced along the man's stomach, spilling his innards all over the concrete floor. More men came, but Jezebel continued to hack his way through.
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The fighting could be heard upstairs, greatly shocking the few men with firearms and the leader.
"Shit boss, what should we do?!" one of the guards asked.
"Crap! The boss won't like this! We're just gonna call for back-up and pray to God that they come quick."
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Back with Jezebel, the men were almost finished. Blood soaked the small entryway, and the viscera of men were scattered about the rest of the mostly barren room. Four men surrounded him still, and rushed towards him at the same time, bladed weapons drawn. Jezebel pushed one of the men into a nearby couch, and leaped over the other three, onto the man in the couch. He thrust his Jian into the man's heart, as he did, a small explosion rang out from the man. Blood was expended at great speeds from the man's now mostly vaporized corpse. To the people in his immediate surroundings, Jezebel looked fiendish.
His once auburn locks that went down to his ears, had been soaked in blood and dyed a dark scarlet. His clean clothes were no longer their original colors, but instead deep red. The three men continued to rush at him though, unfazed by their exploding friend. They were all in a line as they rushed at Jezebel. Their final mistake. He brought the Jian to one of the sides of the men and sliced through them, all three of the torsos were neatly removed from the rest of their body, blood followed suit.
Jezebel noticed some stairs leading up and retracted his blade. He felt it was time to test out his revolver as well. He loaded a cartridge into the chamber and closed it.
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"Crap boss, he's coming this way! We're gonna meet him soon!"
"Idiots calm down! It'll be alright. He has to be here for something, we must figure out what!"
"You're right boss!"
"I generally am."
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Jezebel had reached the top of the building. A pair of grand steel doors greeted him. He raised his leg and kicked the doors in. They flew off their hinges, and halfway into the room. The six figures in the room looked in awe. He quickly raised his revolver and shot the five people not behind the desk. Brain matter splattered over the walls, and sparks could be heard emanating from the bodies.
"Jesus Christ man! What do you want?!" the man behind the desk yelled.
"All I want is some information. Y'all boys recently took my employer. Where is she?"
"I-I don't know that kind of information!"
"Ya know? I don't quite think my revolver agrees with that."
Jezebel fired a shot, lighting sparked as it flew by the man. The part on his shoulder was slightly singed, as well as his hair.
"Fucking I'll tell you ok? Our main base is underground! It's at a farm on the outskirts called Good Pickins! Jesus just leave!"
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, bye!"
Jezebel aimed at the man's head, "Wait! I thought you would let me go!" the man exclaimed.
"Who said I'd do that? Haha. Nobody hurts my employer and gets away with it!"
He pulled the trigger, and the man's head was blown apart. A sickening smell of cooked meat was smelled as the lightning-infused projectile hammered through the man's head.
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"So, welcome back to the land of the conscious, Jean!"
Jean was strung up on a metal chain, her hands dangled above her hands. The metal room amplified all of the sounds; it caused Jean to have a headache.
"Ah, Laurelynn. So nice to see you," she whispered harshly. She was startled at the sound of her voice.
"Sorry about that! A side effect of the tranquilizer. Anyways, hand me that schematic!"
"How about, no?"
"Well, torture is always an option."
"It's just a little bit. Who says I can't stand torturing huh?"
"Well, we'll see about that, won't we Jean? Ahahahaha!"