47 Chapter 47- My name is Jeff

...well, sorry for being late XD

i was busy with many things, like MANY things.

but leaving that, I have sorted those MANY things and now I can say that I won't be able to upload daily like I used to originally...

but I can upload 1 chap every two days

and It's been a while... i guess

btw, it really surprised me that ppl still had hope in me... i personally would've given up for sure if someone had an upload schedule similar to mine- but... what is up with this fic performing the best when i don't upload???

also... this is gonna be a long chapter~

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Francis Smith

He was a talented young man. Praised for his maturity, humility, and talent for the sword. A handsome face, A tall and strong-looking physique, A good background, and loving parents.

To all outsiders, He was just perfect in all ways.

Nobody doubted him and his capabilities. His matureness surpassed many of these so-called Young Masters.

If one were to compare him to a certain infamous Young Master, They would be the exact opposite. Except for the looks of course.

Cale Henituse or rather the Original Cale Henituse was actually aware of this Francis guy. Well, It was hard to not know him when people at every bar he had trashed gossiped about it.

And, Cale Henituse even admitted it. Except for the fact that his background was way stronger than that of Francis, everything else about their behaviors and manners was exactly the opposite.

Of course, Did he care?

Absolutely not. It didn't matter to him that some kid was well-mannered than him.

So, These two didn't really have that much of a relationship.

Similarly, To Francis... It hadn't mattered much in the past. But, It mattered a lot now... Since his elder brother was being praised as a Hero along with Cale.

Of course, Francis wasn't aware of the fact that both of these Heroes were two old dudes from other worlds possessing the body of his older brother and the trashy young master because of their respective Gods.

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Ahem, Leaving that...

Francis as the second born of a pretty rich family who had an older brother that was constantly being abused and hated by his parents was the perfect sibling for a cliche plot.

But, the thing about Francis was that he wasn't really fond of watching his brother be beaten, or was he neither desperate for succeeding his father that he would belittle his own brother.

Of course, Francis never openly showed his support. Even if he didn't like seeing his brother get abused. As a 12-year-old kid at that time, He was obviously scared.

How could a kid not be scared when your father randomly beats your brother for really dumb reasons?

Thus, Francis started to ignore Simon but made sure that his father, John was always in a good mood.

If John was too busy praising him, He would ignore his brother, wouldn't he?

Francis learned the answer to this question in a hard way and Simon learned it in an even harder way.

It didn't matter if Francis tried to make John not care about Simon, John blamed every bad thing on Simon.

To put it in perspective, if his ink spilled and Simon was in the room, then Simon had to take the blame for it.

If he couldn't find something and Simon was near, then it was also Simon's fault as according to John, 'Simon destroys my concentration because of his curse'.

That mentality was so outrageous that even a 12-year-old kid like Francis realized how his so-called father actually was.

When Francis finally turned 13, He felt even worse when seeing Simon's face back or legs bruised up.

In the beginning, Francis never understood why Simon's pretty face had never been harmed... but It was pretty evident that it was to hide the proof of the damn abuse.

In the end, Francis asked his father to move Simon away as a gift for him to get accepted as a Knight's disciple. Which John immediately agreed to.

That was how he had sent Simon away to live alone, free from that scum that Francis called Father.

Of course, John thought that Francis detested Simon. And was completely in the belief that Francis had had Simon sent away because He didn't want to live with him.

While John was very wrong with his thought process, Francis trained as a Knight. He had been close to Simon as a very young kid.

However, He somehow managed to mature faster than Simon mentally.

While Simon had that playful and easy-going personality of any normal kid despite the abuse he suffered, Francis acted in a mature way.

It seemed like Francis was the one that was abused to any outsider.

"Kid, Blame your father, no that scumbag for this."

While Francis was reminiscing about his childhood, Suddenly a voice came from behind him.

Francis immediately turned around before bowing...

"Master! Please, I know that my father has done something horrible But, Please reconsider this."

The man, no Francis's master looked at Francis. A young kid, at the tender age of only 15 was in this situation.

The master couldn't help but sigh.

'If only it wasn't for that darned piece of shit.'

"Look Francis, I also don't want to kick you out. But, You must understand... If you remain my disciple for anymore, It will harm my reputation."

Francis looked at the man's grey eyes, he had once respected this person more than anyone else. Now it seemed a bit funny, He shook his head.

'So, All you care for is that damn reputation of yours instead of your disciple.'

Despite the complaint in his heart, Francis respectfully bowed before leaving. He had already packed his bags.

Outside, there was a carriage waiting for him. However, unlike the usual crowd of people that came to admire him, eyes full of scorn awaited him.

Francis didn't mind them much. A random nobody insulting him wasn't enough to affect him.

Without sparing a glance, Francis jumped inside the carriage before it moved towards his house. The butler that was driving was actually the very same butler that had been previously taking care of Simon.

The old man had a frown on his face, He didn't know how it had come to this. The maid and the cook that had served Simon alongside him had long quit.

Actually, Among the 10 servants of the Smith Household, 8 had already quit. He and a cook were the only ones left.

Of course, they were planning to leave too after getting their salary, But

The old butler never expected that to happen. It was beyond his wildest dreams that the kid who was scared of him, the who never questioned why sometimes he wouldn't even get to eat enough, Now, that same kid is the national Hero with his mystical powers.

Just the things he heard about Simon, The White Saint was enough to blow his old mind.

The ability to control objects without Mana, The ability to heal, It seemed like something only the divine saints could do.

"Tch Tch"

The old butler clicked his tongue before continuing to focus on the carriage.

While the old man drove the carriage, Francis inside caught a glimpse of silver shield toys and a white-haired doll being sold at a nearby shop.

That silver shield was quite shiny looking, But the doll immediately caught his attention.

A person suddenly appeared in his mind. Suddenly, old memories resurfaced. His face that looked almost emotionless, cracked up a sweet smile.

'I wonder what my brother is doing.'

ACHOO!!

Suddenly a huge sneeze pierced Riz's ears. It felt like he had just listened to a mana bomb going off right next to him.

Riz slapped himself to check himself if he was even alive. Thankfully, it seemed like the God of Death didn't want him yet.

So, while being thankful that he didn't die, Riz immediately turned towards the source of the sneeze.

"I think I should have worn warmer clothes. Look, I caught a cold... Or somebody is remembering me-"

Bob, The original owner of the body that Simon was in and also the guy that changed his name to Bob after... sort of having his body robbed, His sentence was rudely interrupted.

"Wh-who are you?"

A tough-looking dude wearing some shady clothes shouted, albeit scared from that godly terrifying sneeze.

Well, Riz could understand that fear as he too was a-

"I asked Who! are! you!?!"

Riz looked at the tough dude heading towards them. What concerned him wasn't the fact that the tough-looking dude was coming, The worrying fact here was the 20 guys staring viciously at him.

Even if Riz wasn't shy from fighting, These guys seemed way too organized for a bunch of hooligans.

He swiftly deduced that they were from some organization. Even if it was some random organization, Riz already had too many enemies.

And, He had finally taken care of them a few days ago.

So, He didn't entertain the thought of making more.

Riz smirked evilly pointed behind the bunch of guys, which caused them to immediately look back.

Some had even drawn their weapons ready to kill any enemy behind them in an instant, With intense bloodlust, they all turned around to see... nothing.

It was just a wall.

"Ah-"

"Ah-"

"Ah-"

3 Ah's simultaneously went off as everybody realized what just happened. They were all fooled like a kid.

"..."

A very short silence followed before all of them began to sprint like no other day. If anybody saw this group of gangsters charging with this amount of bloodlust, They would shit their pants.

Gladly, Riz and Bob had begun to run already.

"I will freaking end you Bastard!!"

"Don't let me catch up, You son of a bitch!"

All sorts of profanities began pouring out. Looks like their pride as villains had been seriously hurt by Riz.

Riz, the one who had made a fool out of the villains was also pretty angry at someone.

"Can't you control that damn sneeze of yours?!"

He shouted at the man that sneezed at the worst moment and ruined their plan, Bob.

A-Achoo

"Hey Hey, Don't blame me. It's not my fault that someone is remembering this pretty face of mine."

Bob stopped running and turned towards the villains heading towards them. Running was useless since It would be better to deal with the thugs right there.

"Leaving that, You know any of them?"

"Wha- Of course Not- Wait, Why did you stop?"

Riz, who had been running madly till now also stopped after seeing that Bob had stopped.

They were in a long yet wide alley. The size was almost about that of a small country road.

"Well~ Don't you think it's easier to deal with them here?"

Riz was extremely against Bob's playful sentence. He had the most 'No please' expression as he turned back.

Riz had wondered if Bob was actually some powerful guy or just some crazy bastard.

"Crazy Lunatic"

But, Riz came to the conclusion that Bob was just some crazy lunatic looking for death. And, He didn't want to waste more time on a person like that.

"Do what you want, I will be on my way."

Riz left some "kind" words before running away.

"See you~"

Bob responded with another playful sentence before looking back at the thugs approaching him.

As he began to spout lines like "Oh, Mukkate Kuru no ka?!", Riz was about to exit the long alley.

Just before leaving, he turned his head to see the situation but immediately bumped into someone huge.

"Wha- Who are you?"

The person he had just bumped into was almost 200 cm. The man, who shall be called Psychopath guy was in a disturbingly red-colored robe.

Along with a black mask, He seemed like an actual psychopath about to murder you.

Riz wanted to comment on this very bad choice of attire but decided to keep quiet when he saw 9 more dudes behind them.

'Oh shit'

For some reason, Riz felt like he didn't need to confirm the fact that this weirdly dressed psychopath and that tough dude were friends.

He took 5 steps back before taking out his staff.

If this was gonna be a fight, He wouldn't be going down that easily.

Meanwhile, Bob looked at the group of villain-looking guys that were heading towards his direction with a face that seemed to be saying 'I will fu*king end you.'

"You bastard! Tell me Who are you!?"

The tough dude asked while several other thugs gathered behind him.

Bob felt upset that tough dude ignored all of his lines, But he wasn't going to give up.

He decided to try again with a Jotaro impression.

"Teme!"

Even if he was ignored again, The tough dude seemed a bit scared so it was fine for Bob.

Only, Tough dude was actually scared of psychopath guy in the distance.

"Y-You, Why?!"

The tough dude was now really near Bob, It was the distance of a few steps. Bob could easily take him out with the puppets but decided to do it after his celebration.

"Yosh! It worked fina-"

Tough dude didn't even consider Bob's existence before running towards the psychopath guy.

The guys behind tough dude actually ran in the opposite direction, even though a wall was awaiting them.

Riz who was almost about to attack got startled when the psychopath guy, who was standing still till now moved.

But, the movement wasn't for their fight but the psychopath guy actually passed Riz, while completely ignoring him.

Riz turned his head around to see Psychopath guy clash with tough dude.

Even if this was a good chance to escape, Riz felt a bit annoyed after being ignored.

Riz clicked his tongue. Yet, He prioritized getting away as higher than taking some pity fight.

"Why?!"

Tough dude seemed angry yet sad as he shouted.

"You don't need to know."

But, what greeted him was the cold voice of Psychopath guy.

Riz looked at the group of villains that were behind Psychopath guy. He gathered the mana in his hands and shot a small fireball at the group.

The group immediately responded with a bluish shield that protected them.

"Oh"

The casting speed was pretty fast but what surprised him, even more, was another fact.

"There are even mages here?"

Riz was surprised to see a mage standing with some hooligans. Considering the general pride of all the mages he had ever met, Nobody except him thought of themselves as a commoner.

"Well, I guess this organization is pretty decent."

Riz didn't know but the leader of this "pretty decent" organization was the strongest human being and also that this organization ruled almost an entire continent.

Riz, completely oblivious to Arm's strength, smirked before launching numerous smaller fireballs at the thugs.

Currently, Riz was fighting 9 people who seemed to be all mages. Psychopath guy and Tough dude were duking it out.

The 20 shady looking thugs were running towards the wall in a state of absolute panic.

It was pretty chaotic overall.

And, Nobody present in the whole alley noticed a drunk man in the background looking at them with fearful eyes.

Bang. Thud.

Many eyes turned towards the source of the large bang and thud. Riz sheepishly smiled before attacking another mage with his staff.

Bang. Thud.

"..."

Even the psychopath guy and tough dude stopped for a bit.

"..."

Riz didn't mind the looks he was getting. In fact, His sheepish smile turned into a very evil grin.

"This is why mages need to move their bodies too."

"Wha-"

Before one of the mages could say anything.

Swoosh

A staff came right towards his head.

Bang. Thud.

With those two sounds 3 of the 9 mages were killed. The process seemed so barbaric that everyone had the same question.

'Is this guy really a mage?'

"Die, You Bastard!!"

The mages shouted stuff like "DIE" but were backing away themselves. They started to cast various spells.

In less than 3 seconds, Many fireballs, water bullets, earth spikes and wind razors attacked Riz.

He ran straight into the attacks as a blackish shield appeared in front of him.

Riz threw away his staff as its use as a club was pretty much over.

Dang. Bang.

Many attacks hit the shield. And, the shield cracked into pieces in a few seconds. But, Riz was already on the ground.

Rolling around to dodge the attacks while Not caring about how he looked at the moment.

"You, How can you call yourself a Mage? You shameless bastard!"

One of the mages in the back released a wind spell. Which was deflected by a wind spell from Riz, who was still laying on the ground.

"Hah, What? You talking about pride?"

Riz got up as water suddenly poured over his head.

"I don't need some shitty pride"

He wiped his wet hair and slightly rubbed his eyes. The mages, who were preparing their next attack couldn't help but take a step back.

"Look, I planned to save my Mana for that guy... but it seems like I need to take care of you."

Yes, Riz was actually not fighting seriously, He was saving mana for psychopath guy incase thing turned south.

"Aaaaah!"

"He-Help me"

Riz gave a cold gaze to the mages who were being burnt alive. Their shields couldn't stop his massive fireball.

The mages at the back tried to run but-

"Tsk, And weren't you the one that said something about pride?"

Riz used flight magic on himself. It didn't look fabulous because he was still new to using it but it was enough to catch up to some 3rd rate mages who probably never trained their bodies.

"Aarggghhhhhhhhhh!!"

Riz deactivated his flight magic and used the momentum to kick the mage that had been spouting things like 'Pride'.

"Ki-Kill him"

One of the mages shouted but he of course wasn't the leader there.

The others didn't even bat an eye...or, ear to the mage. They were too busy running for their lives.

Riz took out a throwing knife before throwing it at the running mages.

He also used fire magic on the mage that had tried to make the others cooperate a moment ago.

Clang

Riz heard the sound of a knife falling on the ground. He looked at it before turning towards the mage embarrassedly.

'So I missed.'

'Well, doesn't matter.'

Riz took out two more of the throwing knives from his spatial bag before throwing them.

Luckily, he didn't miss this time.

One knife pierced the back of the neck of a mage while the other injured the leg of another.

"Spar-Spare me"

The mage with a knife on his back fell lifeless while the other mage was screaming to be spared.

"Hmm?"

Riz was surprised at the action of this mage. Not because of the fact that they were begging but at their voice.

"I, I will do anything. Please just spare me."

This voice seemed a bit too soft to belong to a guy. Riz blinked a few times before lighting a small fire at the tip of his fingers.

He brought his fingertips close to the mage's face, immediately illuminating it.

'Oh-'

The last mage was actually a girl.

Now look, Riz didn't think that women couldn't be mages. In fact, his own master was a woman, and the mage that he thought of as his idol, Rosalyn was also a mage.

But, he definitely didn't think that a girl was along with those thugs. It really didn't fit well. Usually, all women mages were respectable but it definitely was a first time seeing a girl as a villain.

"Please"

The mage seemed to have thought that Riz was interested in her. Well, it was indeed easy to misunderstand because of the pause Riz took when he saw her face.

She had light reddish eyes and her skin was maybe even whiter than milk. She perfectly fit to be a side character in a novel like LCF, but Riz neither was interested in her nor was he aware of the existence of LCF.

He just thought it was odd for a woman to be in the role where you would normally expect some pathetic mob guy.

"AAAAAH, Curse you!!!"

Riz immediately closed his ears. This woman's previously soft voice reached the peak of annoyingness with that increase in pitch.

Of course, the shout died down when she burned to death. Riz wasn't really going to have any mercy just because of a pretty face.

If Simon had been there, he might have given Riz a thumbs up for not sparing a girl just because she was a girl.

But, sadly Simon wasn't there... Instead, the one who was there had different plans.

Pat Pat

"Wha-"

Riz felt somebody patting his back. He immediately turned around to attack but was instead surprised when he got lifted off of the ground.

"Excuse Me?"

Riz looked at the man in front of him. Dark brown hair and brown eyes, He had a pretty good-looking face...

However, The thing that surprised him the most was the fact that he felt like he was being grabbed... but He didn't see anyone around.

'Wait- No it can't be. He has no reason chasing me here.'

A face suddenly popped off in Riz's face but he quickly shot down that thought. It seemed like Riz was traumatized.

"Wait What?-"

Riz looked behind this dark brown-haired dude to see corpses. No, maybe they were alive and unconscious but the number of bodies behind the brown-haired was simply terrifying.

Tough dude, Psychopath dude, the 20 shady looking thugs. All of them were lying on the floor. Some seemed to be grunting in pain while some seemed seriously dead.

The fact that this brown-haired guy seemed so casual after doing that amazed Riz. But, No matter what.

Seeing how he was being grabbed by someone invisible, a certain face kept popping up in his mind.

'No, No, No, No, It can't be. He shouldn't be here.'

Riz kept reassuring himself.

"Umm, Excuse m-"

Right before Riz could finish his most used phrase, The man in front of him suddenly turned around. His voice seemed a bit familiar but the tone was very foreign.

"Woah, Y'all are still alive?"

Riz didn't know what y'all meant but he didn't really care. He could understand what this man was trying to say.

Suddenly 6 assassins rushed towards them.

"You bastard! Who are you?!"

The assassins shouted at the top of their lungs to suppress their fears. Originally, Riz was wrong with his assessment.

There weren't 20 shady-looking thugs. There were actually 26 of them. Its just that the later 6 were pretty skilled assassins that were hiding in some corners of the alley.

They were already planning to run away but returned after realizing what would happen if they abandoned the mission.

Facing 'that' person was far worse than facing death.

Even if the presence of Psychopath guy meant that they had been discarded, The assassins decided to die rather than meet 'that' person.

"Die!"

"Fu*k you!"

All sorts of curses started to fall out of their mouths like a waterfall. However, the dark brown-haired guy, Bob grinned evilly.

"Mudafackah, Wanna die?"

Riz didn't know what mudafackah was but it sounded awfully similar to motherf-

Bang

Before Riz could finish his thoughts, He saw the assassins being flung into the air like pebbles. The only thing was that their expression seemed to suggest that the pain they were feeling was enough to kill people.

Actually, Riz didn't know but 3 of the assassins who were on the weaker side immediately boarded the train to hell when they were flying.

Thud Thud

The assassins fell like flies.

Of course, not every one of them was dead. The others were just unconscious.

"Aaah!"

More assassins popped up behind the 6 guys. Their number was to the point that made Riz wonder

'Why was I this wrong about the number of shady-looking guys?'

"Run!"

The batch of assassins that came this time seemed to be ready to face 'that' person more than death.

Of course, they couldn't escape...

"Kneel Down!"

Riz, who was being lifted by some invisible entity, suddenly fell to the ground as if the person holding him had let him go.

Suddenly the assassins felt someone kick their legs, causing them to trip. But, before they could even cry in pain, They felt an arm raising them up.

Riz coughed as he wiped the dust off of his face. He then looked at the man, who walked up slowly towards the assassins in a very... cool-looking way.

The man looked straight into the eyes of the assassin that was somehow hovering in the air.

"You, You asked who I was, right?"

The assassin didn't respond because he started to cry before begging for forgiveness.

Suddenly, Riz heard a familiar sound

Slap.

The assassin not just heard the sound but also felt the immense pain of that slap. Right before he could shout the man gave him a cold glare.

It was scary.

The assassin was the head of the entire group. Tough dude was actually his lackey.

The assassin was also the one who had the most contact with 'that' person, unlike others who only saw him once.

The assassin, who shall be called Random no.2, remembered the gaze 'that' person gave.

It was a cold gaze. Whenever you looked at 'that' person's eyes, It felt like he had pierced through you, your soul, and everything you have with his gaze only.

It felt like your soul is being grinded by a grinder made of pure diamond. It felt like random 2 wasn't a human in front of 'that' person, but was just a toy.

Random 2 didn't know what seeing a dragon was like, but the dragon fear he had heard about in fairy tales was probably weaker than 'that' person's gaze.

Of course, that was an exaggeration. Because, If he made a dragon angry enough to use dragon's fear, He wouldn't even be alive right now.

Well, It didn't matter much right now which was more fearsome...

Because...

It felt like that those brown shade in those dangerous eyes was just a simple blanket covering something far more terrible.

It felt suffocating. That gaze seemed to trap his very soul like it was an ant about to be squeezed by an elephant.

Random, who was horrified of this man couldn't speak a single word. All he could do was cry as tears fell like a waterfall from his eyes.

Riz, who felt like he had almost confirmed Bob's identity, wondered why Bob and Random 2 weren't doing anything.

But, It seemed like something deep so Riz decided not to interfere.

Of course, the real reason for this would've surprised Riz.

'Piece of shit, Just ask me 'Who are you!?', Is it really that hard?'

"You-"

"Eeek! Please don't kill me. I will tell you everything. Please spare me. I w-"

Before Random 2 could say anything any further. He felt like he was being suffocated. Soon, His body started convulsing like crazy.

Before anybody could react, He died without being able to scream.

Riz noticed something was strange.

"H-How is this-"

Before Riz could finish his sentence, He felt like he was grabbed by that same thing again but this time He was actually being carried.

Riz immediately tried to escape but stopped after hearing a very strange sound.

Oooooooong.

Riz felt that all mana in his surroundings had been sucked dry. He also recognized that sound.

Oooooong.

The sound stopped as Riz looked in front. His eyes violently contracted.

Suddenly, Riz felt like a great pressure surrounding him.

Red Glowing eyes.

As someone who had met many psychopaths, Riz knew the easiest way to identify a psychopath was through their eyes.

It's actually pretty hard to control your eyes unless you are really good at acting.

And, those glowing eyes seem to be screaming the words 'I am Crazy'.

Smirk

A very wide smirk appeared on the face of Random 2. His eyes glowing red and that villainous grin was definitely enough to scare most people.

"What the he-"

Riz turned around to look at the source of this voice. He had recognized this voice. It felt a bit different but He knew it for sure.

Before Riz could think anymore, He who was being carried away at a terrifyingly fast speed suddenly stopped.

No, the one that was carrying him stopped. The inertia almost made him fly but the strong grip of the invisible hand kept his body glued to itself.

"Urgh"

Riz groaned in pain before looking at the man who was the source for this. That shining white hair, Skin that seemed fairer than milk, and those sea-like blue eyes.

"What? Why am I here?"

Even the voice didn't change at all. Riz already knew who this guy was but still, he wasn't ready for this. That face and voice brought up bad memories.

Yet, Riz couldn't help but respond to Simon's words.

"Excuse me?"

Simon looked at Riz and subconsciously ordered Zero.

Riz flew off into the distance. As an explosion went off in the background. Simon turned towards the explosion and saw dozens of guys laying unconscious.

He immediately had Zero come and protect him.

'I am prepared this time you stupid wind.'

Simon smirked while using that poor wooden body as a meatsh- no, a...woodshield against the gust of wind produced from the explosion.

"Who is there?!"

Simon heard many shouts in the distance.

: Shit! It must be the Knights.

The drunkard from before seemed to have slipped away and called the Marquisse' Knights.

'Wha-'

: Run uncle!!

Simon wanted to ask why he was being called uncle again but came to the conclusion that it wasn't the best time.

Instead, he ordered all the puppets to come back and carry him.

'Oh, He is here? Maybe I shouldn't have acted out instinctually.'

Simon looked at Riz, who had his face shoved into the ground while remaining unconscious, not hesitating to admit that slapping Riz had become an instinctive habit of his.

Sigh.

Simon sighed before ordering the puppet named One,(who he decided to call 'Ichi' because it sounded cooler than One) to carry Riz.

Meanwhile, Simon watched as he and an unconscious Riz were carried by his puppets while the Knights arrived in the distance.

Simon had many thoughts in his mind but the main thought was definitely...

'Kid, You have some explaining to do.'

: ...

Bob sighed. Not only did he not get to say 'My name is Jeff' after the villain asked 'Who are you, bastards?!'.

: Damn it

Bob had even practiced the perfect pitch for saying that.

'What?'

: My name is Jeff

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TO BE CONTINUED

fun fact: Riz is a religious guy... mostly because he is scared of gods.

and, since I am a minute seconds away from falling asleep, so Bye