The next day was hectic. Richard had gone personally to meet the heiress Gremory as he was suppose to, only to run into the character he hated the most. Issei.
Richard did the same as he was suppose to. Threaten Rias a little, leer at her and her peerage, make out with one of his peerage member, but he almost blew it when Issei began talking back.
Honestly, to say Richard was fuming would be an understatement. Even if he was not the real Riser, that doesn't mean that he held no pride. And when a simpleton like Issei insulted him, he had to hold himself back from burning the place down.
It was personal. Unlike any other main characters in anime, Issei had no redeeming features. He was not courageous or smart. He had no will power, no ethics, morals or control over his emotions. The only reason he got powerful is because of his luck and his insatiable lust for women. Neither of them being qualities that a decent human should be proud of.
Thankfully he got turned to a devil before he got the hang of his sacred gear. If not, Richard dreaded the future of the humankind.
However, by some miracle, Richard was able to keep his temper and actions in check. Taking on the role of an arrogent and lustfull young master himself. Playing along to the farce most certainly orchestrated by the doting big brother of Rias, he was easily able to provoke them to a rating game.
Richard was not suprised of this development. Infact he was quite happy of this. His new 'family' was not worried about this matter either because they were aware of Riser's capabilities. They merely informed him to take it easy on the heiress and her peerage.
Time quickly ran by, and the rating game began. And since it was his last few hours in this accursed world, he decided to get the result concluded as soon as possible. Which of course proved to be quite difficult.
Looking down at the struggling opposition, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. His peerage was kicking their ass.
'Should i even fight them?' The thought echoed through Richard's head as he observed the pathetically weak attempts of the opposing team. His mission was to loose to them, but they just had to make his mission harder. Have they ever trained before? Even though he had barely trained in his life, living as a natural born couch potato, he still couldn't imagine a scenario where he could loose without making others suspicious.
Thankfully, Issei pulled a convenient power up through the power of lust and managed to conclude the match like it should have. Removing Richard from the arena, where he closed his eyes in satisfaction.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself facing the ROB once more.
"Sooooo" the ROB broke the silence first." You should be glad that's over, huh? "
"Oh you have no idea." A dam inside Richard broke for the first time as he began to vent out the frustration he had held inside of him for all those years.
".... they are all horny. Like all the time.... "
"...don't even think properly....."
"....racist as shit....."
"... almost like they were born with massive sticks up there asses...."
".....got no filters.."
Richard continued to complain for what seemed like hours, while the ROB kept silent and listened to the frustrated ranting of his hired help.
".... and that demonic energy was the worst. Imagine being covered in dirt and sweat, but not being able to bath for nearly two decades! Uuuugh. I still feel dirty" Richard finally emptied everything that he had kept bottled up for years while shuddering as he remembered those moments.
"Yeah, sorry about that. But at least you get paid right? " ROB tried to brighten the traumatised soul by making him focus on his rewards.
Then bringing his upturned palm towards the soul, he brought out a volleyball sized sphere that seemed to contain galaxies swirling within.
"Is that.....?"
"Yeah" the ROB confirmed the soul's guess. "Your payment, a Potterverse just for you"
Richard couldn't take his eyes off the sphere. Within it, stars, nebulae, planets and galaxies moved in a mesmerising manner, almost hypnotising him.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The ROB questioned as he saw Richard's reaction, reminiscing his own past. "There's nothing more beautiful than a world core."
"Why do you call it a world core?" Richard questioned, curious of the naming. "And why DID you need me to be a character in your world?"
The ROB seemed happy to answer. "You asked the right question!" The voice suddenly gained a lively tone. "The Random Omnipotent Being infront of you and every other one has the power to effect the laws of your world in a limited area. But the only way to affect the laws of a world is from the power of another world."
"That's why all lesser beings, such as yourself, no offence, need to absorb the essence of a world. And when they do that, they become a ROB."
"Wait! So you were a normal person too?" Richard suddenly questioned, to which the ROB answered.
"Of course. Did you think thar ROB's just come to being? I was also a living being once, and after my death, i was fortunate enough to come across the source of my home world. And because my world had driven itself to it's doom, i was able to easily assimilate the broken source and become a ROB. Of course, assimilating sources of real worlds is dangerous, so I came to your world to look for stories. Then using the beliefs of people, I'm able to create brand new world sources. The world you helped to fix was a new world I forged. Which I haven't got around to selling yet"
Then Richard spent the next few hours talking about the in's and out's of the entire operation until it was time for him to leave.
"Well then, good luck" the ROB delivered his well wishes to Richard. "I hope that you would be able to enter the ranks of a ROB in the near future".
Richard gave a curt nod of appreciation before taking a deep breath, mustering any courage he had left."Here goes nothing" And as Richard put his hand on the core, he felt himself immediately being pulled into it. Vision was cut off and he felt himself falling at break neck speeds. He may or may not have screamed a couple of times, but there was no sound.
And only when he felt himself finally come to a stand still, did he finally regain his vision. But he had no time to familiarise himself , as a loud , almost masculine, female voice echoed throughout the wooden walls of his room.
"Richard Cloverfield! You will get your sorry behind down by the time I count to three, otherwise get ready to loose your dinner."