Conquering players in another world-Chapter 211 - 212

John looked at the bird sitting on his hand as he returned home. The bird looked back, meaning that John was looking at himself. Thankfully, his brain had been magically adapted to not get a headache in this situation. ’Man, I haven’t done this in a long time,’ he thought as he stepped off the mana street.

As the description of the item so tactfully pointed out, this bird had cost him a nice sum of money (and the promise to loudly announce in the tournament where he had gotten the bird from, at least once). However, compared to what he would have paid on the Abyss Auction, and he had checked, it was almost laughably cheap. Sure, he had to take a loan from the dollmaker, but it was either that or take the way back home without it.

Which wasn’t an option as far as John was concerned.

Aside from the reduced price, the advantage of buying the sparrow locally was a stupendous amount of customization. He had been able to tell the dollmaker what he wanted down to the finest detail. Guy would have changed individual strands on the feathers for the right price.

The most important things John had wanted had been the Camouflage and the True Sight. Having these Attributes made it harder to spot and in turn revealed somebody who was harder to spot. For an aerial spy unit, it was desirable to have these traits.

Emergency Barrier was something that came for free, apparently Gaia put part of the blame for having these dolls be discovered by normal humans on the makers. Not a lot of it, sure, but John understood why the dollmaker would rather not have some random bad luck in his daily life. Arcane Flapping was almost free; it allowed John to speed up the bird’s flight by sacrificing a sum of mana. The 2 was the amount of maximum mana the bird could save in itself; in the case of this Attribute, it was the level times 200, so 400.

One of the Hive was an Attribute that made possessing the target cost no Possession Slot. Now, sadly, that only saved him the one actually needed to use the Skill, not the several more Spellcarrier cost. It still meant that he could load up to two spells on the bird with his current limit of 3 Possession slots. Before, he had needed one to possess the target, one to make it a Spellcarrier and another one for the base spell.

Sturdy and Lightweight were simple and cheap filler. Nothing great about them, just neat to have.

The bird jumped up John’s arm until John sat on John’s shoulder, occasionally flying over to the opposite one as he used it to spy on things his eyes could not see. Sure, he could have had it fly around, but for the moment he’d much rather keep it around.

John wasn’t stupid enough to think that he could both use the bird to spot potential onlookers and have it go unnoticed, so keeping it this close meant nothing. ’So, things I told my enemies today...,’ he thought as he was delivered to the mansion, ’...I bought a doll and made it move through magical means, I have Siena, and I can heal, although they don’t know how. Unless there were more eyes on me as Undine did it. Well, this is a great way to get behind in the information war. Better grind up a little before I get into the house and listen to whatever speech Lydia has prepared.’

His eyes spotted two black and white dots in the distance. As he came closer, they quickly took the shape of Momo and Aclysia. The Artificial Spirits were waiting for their creator’s return. One of them was eagerly shifting in place, making sure that her hair was as silky and perfect as it inhumanely could be. The other had her arms crossed and tapped her foot on the floor in an impatient gesture, eyes fixed on an imaginary clock.

"There you are," Momo’s harsh greeting came his way the moment he stepped off the mana street. She unfolded her arms and then a sheet of paper that she had been holding in her left hand. In a stern tone, she read out loud: "John Newman, I have seen the video in which you threaten everyone who is on your tail. While I understand the motivation behind it, I would prefer that you seek counsel with me before making use of such crude tactics. I leave this notice with Momo, so that she may tell you what an idiot you have been. Be sure, however, that this will be brought up again after dinner. Greetings, Lydia Augusta of house Hohenzollern."

Momo folded the note again and gave it to John, who then in turn allowed Salamander to burn it. He really didn’t care.

"You have gone deep into the shit mire," Momo told him. "The princess is pissed."

"She will have to calm her tits," John simply stated. "This matter I am not going to be lenient on."

"While I understand, Master, I think you should strive to appease Lydia," Aclysia humbly added her opinion.

"Yeah, John, while I generally agree that information brokers should just die in a massive fire, making Lydia angry over it is really not worth it," Momo agreed, crossing her arms again.

John nodded, "Yeah, I don’t plan to anger Lydia more than is necessary. But this had to be done, the sooner, the better."

"It would have been more impactful if you had left the woman crippled," Momo told him with a heavy sigh. "Not that I like the idea of that. However, now everyone who hears about it will think of you as a big softy. Might be that your failure to be intimidating ensures someone actually tries despite your warnings, and then you will have to kill him or you will look weak."

"I know," he responded in a tired tone, "but I have shown my stance. If they chose to ignore my words, then that’s on them." He tried not to show too much that he had no idea if he could go through with it if they tested him.

Aclysia nodded, "I support your decision on this, Master. There should never be another SB. Our privacy is more important than the life of some people who live off others’ greed."

"I just think you should have been more ruthless about this. If you have atrocities planned, commit all of them at once, as Machiavelli suggests," Momo kept spelling out her thoughts.

John shrugged, he had nothing more to say about this matter. It had been a dirty deed, and he was just happy to have it over with. "Well, now that I have you two around," John changed the topic and walked towards the mansion to empty his inventory, "how about we grind until dinner?"

"That sounds delightful," Aclysia said with a faint smile, just happy to spend some time with him. "How was the shopping, Master?"

"Well, you can see the bird," John said as he opened the door to his and Rave’s room. The techno-lover was not around right now, but the room had already seen the first changes in the shape of a ridiculously soft, pink carpet covering the floor and several cushions having been added to the bed, pink and black in colour. John caught the slightest smell of sweet peppermint, the scent of his girlfriend and her room back at home. ’Damn you, Pavlov,’ John thought as blood rushed to his penis.

He ignored that for now. He had wasted enough time today having sex and really should finally get to getting himself some experience. Everything in moderation, even in this world of porncraft.

"Aside from the bird, the elementals wanted to spend some of their allowance," John continued as he pulled useless crap from his inventory. Refusing to just search his memory for this information, and thus taking away the chance to listen to John with the keen interest only a learner of unknown facts could have, Aclysia listened.

"So, first we went by a nice shop that sold figures carved from stone. The shopkeeper was doing it live for onlookers, shaping stones with tools and earth magic. We stood there for about...ten minutes? Because someone was unusually interested. ’This is so cool,’ Gnome told us, by accident, as she did her mumbling-to-herself-thing, ’and sexy. I wish I could be thi-’"

"S-s-s-s-stop!" Gnome interrupted as John pulled something from his inventory.

It wasn’t one of the figures. No, instead it was a book about the making of said figures. As John already knew a Skill to make figures in the shape of Craft, the book did not open a window for him, but it wasn’t for him anyhow. Gnome took it from him with a quick yank and cowered down, tugging the book between her legs and chest, hiding it from view.

"You are so mean!" she exclaimed, looking up to John with a slight bit of tears in her eyes. "I asked you to tell nobody!"

"I didn’t tell them anything they couldn’t have known by themselves. Besides, it’s useless to try and hide if you need to go outside to practice. You want to try and practice that, right?" John teased.

Gnome averted her eyes and let out the cutest little "Uwuwuwuwu" as she nodded.

John patted her on the head. "Good girl, now, as you don’t have a room, why don’t you put the book on the shelf over there? Wouldn’t want it to get lost, now would you?"

"No," Gnome agreed and did as he suggested. She would have immediately started training, but with John wanting to go into an I.D. soon, that wasn’t really an option.

"Continuing on. After I bought that book for Gnome, we continued on to the dollmaker that made this bird. However, that wasn’t the only thing we bought there," John pulled out an ensemble of little wooden ships. They were cheap, like 2000$ each, as the only enchantment on them was a slight self-propelling as long as they were in water. Basically, they were the Abyss equivalent to self-driving toy cars. Although, these had the advantage that they randomly switched course and didn’t collide with walls or anything.

The buyer of those items, Undine, bubbled up from the floor and looked at the boats with a silent smile, radiating happiness. Like Gnome, she was eager to use her newest acquisitions but had to wait.

"Undine wanted them to have something to look at while she bathed. Now, Salamander I had to talk out of just buying everything made from wood..."

"And I am still telling you, you should have listened to me!" the fire spirit wildly announced her arrival. "It would have made for a wonderful fire!"

"Silly Sally," Sylph manifested with a smug twirl, "you don’t burn money, you spend it on the big two S’s in the life of you, the most important things that exist, the ever important and two constants in the life of everyone happy. Truly, these two S’s are the best reality has to offer. Sweeeeeeeeeeets..."

John pulled a kilogram of sweets from his inventory. Chocolate, marzipan, gelatine-based sweets such as gummy bears, cookies, waffles, cream puffs and everything in between, all neatly stored inside a container that kept everything from getting stale for at least a year. Turned out that the Abyss had its own sweet shops, where they made the sugary goodness from rather unusual materials. Such as blue sugar, won from arcane sugarcane. Of course, these sweets were under strict supervision by Gnome, so that Sylph wouldn’t be in a constant state of sugar-induced fever dreams (or ate all of them at once and overdosed).

That done, John pulled the second item that Sylph had wanted from his inventory. It was a set of fizzy vitamin tablets. He was still confused what the air spirit wanted with these; they were just regular fizzy tablets. As it turned out, he would find out right now.

"...and shenanigans!" Sylph shouted as she stormed at John’s hand.

The tablets, no longer confined within a now shredded plastic tube, were scattered through the air. With a giggle, Sylph grabbed one of them mid-flight and then, before anybody could stop her, plunged right into Undine.

As the remaining tablets joined Rave’s panties on the floor (they were still lying around from earlier, which was weird considering the floor had since been covered up by a carpet), John watched the one that Sylph hugged inside Undine.

First only a few, big bubbles gathered around it, but as the outer layer broke apart it soon became a thin stream of air that rose from Undine’s stomach to her head. John watched, speechless and fascinated, as the white pillar emerged from her head with a fizzing sound.

Sylph was grabbed by the stream and, made of air as she was, pulled up with it. "Hihihi, again, again!" she shouted as she emerged and, once again before anyone could react, grabbed another pill from the floor and flew right back into Undine.

This continued, everyone was too bamboozled by the scene to do anything. The sound of fizzing water and Sylph’s laughter, as Undine’s insides were turned from calm blue slime to a white striped ocean of rising bubbles, were the only things that were heard for a while.

Undine, who stood with her back to the group, started shaking. ’Oh damn!’ John snapped out of his daze, ’this might hurt and with Undine’s tendency to not tell anyone, this might be very bad! Sylph st-’

His concern was silenced by a beautiful, clear sound ringing through the room.

It was too pure, absolutely innocent and untainted by any worries of life. The childlike laughter of the water spirit, whose voice was always like a melody, reverberated from the walls with an almost cleansing power as she fell backwards, holding her stomach.

"I-i-it tickles, hihihihihaha," she exclaimed, her words underlined with an even louder whooshing sound, like the foam riding ocean waves and dispersing on the beach.

"You like it? You like it! I still have more to go, go!" Sylph gleefully announced and continued to use up all of the tablets.

"You know, the rest of us have to wait to play with our toys!" Salamander complained as Sylph continued her wild fizzle rides through Undine’s body. John, smiling as the carefree situation went on, pulled out what the blaze elemental had bought.

It was a graceful glass figure in the shape of an elf, ending at the hips, resting on a base made from black stone. The elf had extended a hand, from which an enchanted piece of rope extended and reached down all the way to the stone base, which had a depression to be filled with liquid. It was an extremely delicate and beautiful oil lamp.

John placed it on one of the three windowsills. If it were to be used, it was better off there. He also placed a bottle of particularly long burning, magical oil next to it. All the while the laughter of Undine, so seldom heard, and Sylph, never heard too much, still echoed through the room.

John sat down on the bed as he waited for the scene to pass by, grinding wasn’t a thing that needed to be hurried into. Not when there was so much beauty right there and then.

The last tablet was fizzing out as John got a pop-up.

New Quest!

New Kinds!

Okay, for fucks sake, just try the new kinds of dungeons I have given you already! I want to see how these work out! Just finish one of each (on a difficulty of your current level).

Arena Siege 0/1

Capture: 0/1

Randomized: 0/1

Reward: +1 Legendary Item + 200’000 Experience

Accept?

Yes No (Look at the rewards?!)

Oh hey, that was kind of good. Being able to get multiple Quests was pretty useful now. Come to think of it, how many Quests had potentially been blocked out thanks to that ’Clear 10 Floors’ thing he had had going on a while ago? Yes

Oh hey, that was kind of good. Being able to get multiple Quests was pretty useful now. Come to think of it, how many Quests had potentially been blocked out thanks to that ’Clear 10 Floors’ thing he had had going on a while ago?

’Ah, whatever, no use crying over spilled milk,’ he thought, dismissing the hypothetical before it could start to haunt him. What was great here was the rewards, and with great, he meant stupendously great. The experience alone was incredible. Accepted.

Now to...

New Quest!

The Final Countdown

Only 3 more days until the tournament starts. Here is a list of things you could do beforehand. Depending on how much you finish, I will give you varying rewards. Cleared goals will be replaced at midnight. Dungeons 10 levels below your current ones don’t count. 3 days remaining.

Dungeon Categories Beaten: 0/15

Monsters of one category slain: 0/200

Tier 14 boss slain in <5 minutes: 0/1

Hours without sex 0/8

Reward: Daily Rewards depending on how many goals you cleared.

Accept? Yes No

...read through this one. Okay.

15 Categories he could... exactly clear without touching the new kinds of fights. Time was a bit of a bigger constraint here. Monsters of one category should be pretty easy, if he went for something with a lot of big groups of small guys. Tier 14 boss wasn’t impossible but really hard. No, wait, actually that was fairly easy. He had his secret weapon, he could only use that once in a fight, but he only needed to kill one boss. Better make sure he aimed correctly. Hours without sex... that would be the rest of the day. That clashed with his modern lifestyle, which was a wonderful thing to contemplate, but it was easily doable.

Probably. It was just 8 hours.

’Ah, fuck it!’ John thought and accepted. It was only until about midnight; how bad could it be? Much better questions: How great would the rewards have to be? Personally, John hoped for some points he could distribute on his Skills. He wanted to max out Possession and, much more importantly, raise Artificial Spirit up. Momo getting a few more abilities would likely prove vital in the upcoming tournament.

The laughter finally ceded in the background as Undine’s insides finally went back to just being blue. "Nooooohhh," Sylph lamented as she found no more tablets to tickle her sister with, "John, Johnny Cash, Money Johnnie, Money Money, let’s go, go, drai-go get grapes and more tablets!"

"Nope, we have to do some grinding now," John told her.

"Whaaaa?" Sylph flew over. "No touchy times first? I wanted to fuck!"

"Yeah, no, I REALLY need to get grinding. Also, I have a quest that tells me to stay abstinent for 8 hours," John informed her. They finally left the room and went towards the gate in the garden.

It stood as empty as before, just a black arch standing seemingly without purpose between two patches of grass. John marched right through. He reappeared inside a seemingly random house on the outskirts of actual Rome. It was shabby, the kind that had stood empty for a few years but was owned by some rich family that just refused to sell or do anything with it for whatever reason.

John turned to see the door he just came from. It was a closed metal door, it appeared to belong to an industrial building rather than this rundown shack. Interested, John pulled it open. Behind it were just piles of rubble in a room with a smashed window. He stepped through and nothing happened.

He closed the door and, following an obvious idea, put the key to the mansion into the door before pulling it open. The view was the same. Stepping through brought him back to the mansion this time, however. Of course, he had pulled the key off the door first. He wouldn’t want to leave that behind for some random kid to stumble in here and ruin everything.

That little experiment concluded, John went back into reality and checked his monster table.

’Right, so I want to concentrate on one or two of the Quest goals, to make sure I fulfil at least something,’ John thought and looked at the three that were available. The ’categories beaten’ and ’monsters of one category slain’ goals did not harmonize whatsoever. He was somewhat confident that he could do one after the other, but it was best to set his sights on one goal that was surely obtainable.

’Mhm, beating a Tier 14 boss should be relatively easy,’ John thought to himself; ’And if I go for the monsters slain, that way I will get to try the same boss several times anyhow. That means I can try to do it without the glove a few times.’

"How about you just ask Thana for help?" Momo suggested.

True enough, with the help of Thana that quest would probably be a laughing matter. John had considered it for that same reason.

"I could," John answered, "but..." pulling out a piece of paper, he handed it over to Momo, who read it.

"Taking Thana to the local hospital to get the whole ’do-not-get-pregnant’ magic stuff done to her, signed, ya girlfriend..." she read out loud. John had randomly found that while leaving. Seriously, it was tucked away between the keys, he could have missed it quite easily. Either his girlfriend was dangerously whimsical or she lived in his head and knew exactly where he would pass by. Either was likely.

"When we try the new categories tomorrow, I will ask everyone to come with," John announced. "New endeavours are best tackled as a group, but this is just the same old dungeon running. Doing this without the optimal setup won’t lose us too much. Anyhow, enough time wasted, let’s just start from the top and fish for some dungeon where the enemy density is good."

They started therefore, alphabetically, with the Alchemic Creatures dungeon. While interesting to look at, an underground laboratory with glass tubes steadily pumping fluorescent liquids through the vast, clinical looking science complex, the enemies there were not what they were searching for. They were plain grey-skinned humans. Naked, without any sexual traits and no mouth, face or ears, only a pair of empty black eyes.

Called Lesser Homunculus, these enemies stalked around in groups of one or two, not attacking unless attacked themselves or if they were approached too closely. Their physical prowess was slightly worrying, but nothing Aclysia or Gnome couldn’t deal with, especially as they were dealing with enemies roughly 7 levels below them.

The boss, a Homunculus’ upper body stuck and bolted to some kind of machinery that gave him control over several contraptions inside the boss room, was also quickly dealt with. Not quick enough for the Quest, but within 15 minutes or so.

Skipping Angels, who John already knew were no good for this endeavour, they went over to Aquatic. As always, water levels SUCKED. They started at the edge of a giant lake, with nowhere to go but into it. Sure, the water was so beautifully clean that it made the one that came out of one’s tap look like mud, and acceptably warm to boot, but that didn’t make wandering through it a nicer experience.

There were two kinds of enemies here. There was the Coral of Bubbles, a plant that grew in regular intervals along the lakebed. This one was pretty easy to beat and spawned a bubble they could breathe and stand in once they did. The other one was some kind of carnivorous fish that attacked in swarms of about 6, which there were a lot of.

While that did make them a prime contender for the Quest goal, it was a pain in the ass to kill them. Fighting them in the water was annoying because of several reasons. Salamander couldn’t be used, for obvious reasons, Gnome was too heavy to get off the lake’s floor (same for Aclysia and Momo), Sylph had the opposite problem where she was constantly fighting against the fact that she was getting pulled up because of how light her body was and John had to fucking breathe.

There was another strategy that worked quite well. They attracted the attention of one or two swarms before making their way over to one of the corals, popping it and then killing the fish that were now helplessly stuck inside the air bubble.

The boss, a giant jellyfish, was just a really annoying tank and spank with lots of HP and slow attacks. The biggest threat in the fight was John’s lung capacity. He vowed to never set foot into an Aquatic I.D. again before he didn’t get a way to breathe underwater. Also, maybe a combat evolution for Undine, as a mending elemental she wasn’t nearly as useful inside her element as one would think. Sure, she created distortion with some minor streams that threw attackers off, but generally her attacking capabilities were really, really bad. Her fizzle-tickle induced good mood was gone once they left that dungeon.

Avian was less horrible but still far from fun. They climbed a spiralling path at the side of a mountain while being periodically assaulted by women with wings instead of arms and sharp talons as their feet – or harpies as they were more commonly known. They did have nice tits but ugly faces, so John had little remorse as he shot them in the sky with Mana Ray while Sylph and Salamander argued over who had killed more of them. At the top of the spire there was a giant bald eagle they had to kill. His American heart bleeding, John did.

And next on the list was...

"Ah, good old City Elementals," John said as he opened the dungeon and was NOT transported into another landscape for a change. Instead, the dungeon simply took the overlay of the existing city and put itself on top. There were probably some changes, but John didn’t really notice.

He left the shabby house and found himself in a wonderfully booming neighbourhood. There were flashing signs everywhere, depicting the outlines of a woman raising a leg, pictures of women in sexy-bunny outfits, videos of women dancing around a metal pole.

Never mind, John totally noticed the changes. "Okay, so we are in a red light district now," he said, looking through the sign-lit night streets. The Aquatic dungeon had taken a long ass time. Thinking about it, the lake had been surprisingly well lit.

"I wonder what kinds of enemies they have here," he drily stated as he waited for the first wave to assault them. Looking at the area... it was going to have tits, that much was for certain. Which was semi-bad because getting horny right now would have made moving about a pain. He wasn’t afraid of losing control, his Wisdom was too high for that, but jumping around with an erection? Unpleasant.

A movement inside the entrance of a nearby building caught John’s eye. He threw an Observe before anything else.

’That’s a lot of loot,’ John thought as he read through the sheet, ’and almost all of it is underwear.’

Then the storm broke. Sexy women poured onto the streets like he was the richest man at a Victoria’s Secret party. They besieged John from all sides and would probably have drowned him in a sea of tits and ass if it weren’t for Mana Protection.

"Hey, you strapping young lad," one of them purred, pushing her chest together and seductively licking her lips. The pink, glossy things seemed to be made for dick-sucking, and John had to muster some willpower to ignore the call of his erection. ’Thank god that I focused on Wisdom this much,’ John thought as the never-ending tide of willing pussy kept coming.

Same could not be said about Aclysia though, who was effectively lust-stunned. Sure, she maintained (barely) enough self-control to not engage in immediate eroticisms, but she also didn’t raise Ashkandi to stab them in the meaty bits.

"Hey, want to hire a courtesan? I am cheap, just a load of your semen and I am yours for the evening," another girl, a redhead, sighed.

"No-no-no-no-no-no," Sylph announced and electrocuted that one with a swift attack, "I am John’s courtesan! My title, bad horny, young woman! Bad!"

"I thought you were John’s concubine?" Salamander asked in a dry tone as she set a blonde on fire.

"I can be both! No problem! I can be concubine and courtesan, because those are cool words, and I want to be called cool words!"

"How about whore then?" Salamander suggested. "Silly Sally, that isn’t a cool word, I also don’t sleep with Johns who aren’t John John. Silly Sally."

"I swear to all of the fire in this plane that you are insufferable," the fire spirit sighed as the aggressive duo went to clear John’s direct perimeter.

"G-g-g-get off me!" Gnome shouted and scattered a pile of women through the air as she broke out from under them. The stone elemental had been similarly besieged, it seemed. Momo wasn’t being attacked at all, she just looked at the whole scene with judgemental eyes.

"Sister, I must say I am slightly disappointed in you right now," the support announced as she watched Aclysia continue to struggle with her nymphomania. "Then again, this is all your fault, John! What the hell were you thinking, increasing her Libido to such levels when she gets a 140% increase!"

"I was curious and she agreed!" John defended himself as one of his Mana Blades cut through a group of assailants. He adjusted his pants afterwards. "Can we postpone the judgements until after we have dealt with this?!" The situation, as ridiculous as it was, was pretty bad. The stream of women was seemingly endless, and John’s mana wouldn’t support him forever. A quarter of it had been missing before they had even entered.

Normally, he would have just waited for his mana to regenerate in-between dungeons. With the Quest giving him a timer, however, he had decided to toss caution aside for once, and it had worked out, without great problems, until now.

It would have worked out even longer if this wasn’t essentially a swarm encounter, and he wasn’t all that great with those. Arcane Explosion was a good tool here in theory, but what he really needed was to get this over with quickly and Arcane Explosion needed several casts to really deal with these masses. He looked at his glove for a moment, there was his trump card if this all came crashing down on him.

’Better exhaust all other lifelines before I pull that, recharging it is a pain,’ John thought. "Momo, how much Mana do you still have?" he asked the supporter, who was busy trying to drag two women off the still stunned Aclysia. "About 500, if you are going to do it, do it fast!"

’Everyone, duck!’ John warned his group as he dumped a total of 1500 mana into Mana Blade. The result was an about 3 and a half metres long arcane edge that originated from his right hand. Without grace he spun around, screaming "Demacia!" for full effect. Everyone in his group who would have been in range fell to the ground just in time.

It was very effective. Not only did he instantly kill everything that was inside that radius by cutting them in half, but he gained all 4 stacks of Whisper of Mana from it. The passive increased his MP recovery by 100% for a minute for each enemy killed with an Arcane skill and it kicked his regeneration up to almost 16 per second.

Sure, he was at 0 mana right now, but he would be back to a sizable amount within the minute thanks to the passive. ’Definitely the best choice there, although I still cry a bit after Overload,’ John thought. Sure, Mana Blade was extremely effective at being a finisher, scaling both in size and damage with mana. The amount it devoured made it unsuitable for anything but an AoE finisher though, he would have liked it if he could have gotten Mana Ray and Arcane Explosion a similar treatment to be more adaptable to a broader range of situations.

Anyhow, with most of the wave taken care of and the sparrow above unable to spy more enemies coming towards them, it now was clean-up time. "Sorry, not sorry," John said, punching one of the assailants in the face with his clawed gauntlet and sending her flying into a nearby building. A rush of power went through him as the body crashed through the glass door.

He clenched his left hand a few times and smirked. "I just love the things this thing does," he said and set after the enemy. He wasn’t nearly strong enough to kill an enemy in one punch, especially with the group balance active. Although said group balance seemed to have come down in pure numbers this time around.

Just meant the clean-up would take longer.

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