1 Chapter 1
A/N Disclaimer: I do not own some of the weapons described.
All hell broke loose when the tower appeared. The tower itself wasn't the problem, the problem was the fact that the earth had been transformed into part of the tower and a majority of the unneeded population discarded when unlucky. The tower they saw in the middle of the city? That was just a means to get to the next floor.
Yet amidst the chaos that ensued, there were only a few that remained calm, more specifically the ones that were thinking of how to solve the issue. Hunger soon began to plague their floor as restrictions and harsher weather conditions. People soon began to awaken their respective abilities and classes.
David Beck was a priest that had moved to Korea to help after a disaster had robbed many of their homes and shelter. He decided the best way to help would be to offer shelter under the roof of the church. He was young when he decided he wanted to be a priest, he wanted to help those in need and simply wanted to be remembered for the life he lived and not what he had earned or accomplished. Money was simply means to an end of helping other people.
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A small child ran up to me as I heard her small bright voice sound above the other children rushing in for Sunday service. "Happy Birthday Father David! It's been 22 years since your birth." I smiled, Children were innocent lambs. They knew the world was a cruel place but their eyes would overlook the cruel and harshness of the world and try to see the brightness of what the world had to offer. I took her small hand as I knelt down. It was soft and small as felt it over. My hand ruffled her head a bit before I gave her a small candy. "Thank you Cho. Here you go, make sure that the other kids behave while I'm gone okay?"
She smiled before pointing at my blonde hair. "Father David, have you still not tamed your strand of hair?"
I inhaled, it was a sore spot. My hair is always usually soft silky and pristine except for that one strand that dangles on top of my head like a decoration.
"No, I've long accepted that it will not go down. Now get going."
I sighed as I watched their fleeting figures play around and frolic under the sun. He gazed down at the phone in his hands before placing it down as he headed towards the lectern.
[Hunter Rankings]
[1] [Executor Priest]
[2] [Witch of Snow]
[3] [Fist King] [Note, the Constellation Meme Lord has chosen this name]
[4] [Saintess]
[5] [Sword Chad] [Note, Constellation Meme Lord has once again chosen this name.]
[Warning: Constellation Meme Lord has been warned that any more interfering in nicknames will incur risk]
[Constellation Meme Lord will never give it up]
It was soothing as my crisp footsteps clacked on the cold stone floor. A small bookshelf was present near the pantry, a perfect way to deter the children. Food always filled them with smiles. The bible was placed perfectly into the missing slot as a click told me to step back. The bookcase swung open to reveal my little stash.
A usual standard priest outfit and by its side was a red shroud. It was a holy shroud cloak attached to a stole for it to be worn like a cape. It was imbued with properties that would help. I quickly changed into the enchanted clothes as I donned the holy shroud. Its enchantments were working perfectly as a flick of the wrist allowed three small red hilts made out of wood to fit in between my knuckles. In the next instant long slim blades appeared from the hilts as they were imbued with green aura. A quick throw did the trick as they sunk at super speeds into the targets.
I hummed, the equipment check was good as the blades disappeared along with the hilts.
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Standing on the lectern wasn't too tiring and I was used to it at this point. But the thought of Meme Lord brought up to my head. Who was Meme Lord and who was he to be able to influence the choosing of nicknames? There were other constellations but it seemed that Meme Lord was everyone's favourite dose of laughter.
My thoughts snapped out as footsteps approached outside the church. Newcomers? Maybe visitors? Donors? I quickly put on the brightest smile I could "How can a servant of the lord do for you toda-"
My eyes softened unknowingly "Saintess, what can I do for you?"
"Father David. Or should I simply refer to you as Executor?"
I smiled as I offered her a seat "Father David will suffice."
She shifted her white hair to the side as she sat down. Her blue eyes met my green eyes. "I'd like you to help us with Floor 12." I could already feel my ahoge strand twitching as I sighed "I was planning on it anyways." Her eyes visibly brightened as she smiled "It seems you still are the same."
I sigh "It comes with the job."
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[Floor 12]
[Eliminate the undead faction and protect the fortress]
I stared at the screen before staring at the Saintess. "I see why you wanted me to come here." A soft and elegant voice spoke "And we are thankful that you decided to help use on this floor."
I sighed as I stared at distance in front of me. Many undead and vampires as such were charging towards us and aiming for the fortress.
"Sanction Boundary Field deployed."
A dozen crucifix crosses descended from the sky as they scattered around the area to protect those who were within the bounded field.
A flick on my wrist and three black keys were found in between each of my knuckles as I threw them towards the hoard. Another six were thrown though they had mixed auras.
A set of red aura keys were thrown as explosions filled the area of contact. Another set appeared this time with blue auras as targets were burnt with blue holy flame.
The last set were the green aura black keys as they were thrown and accelerated beyond the normal black keys causing them to pierce through many undead at a time.
The screams and cries of the undead served only to twist my face into a cruel smirk.
"Amen"
