15 Fair of Progression

King POV

After a horrible ninja attack at breakfast, I wanted nothing more than a good enough bed to cry in. But at the same time, I'm experiencing the most severe withdrawal from gaming. My hands are twitching as if to touch a controller, and I keep hearing noises from games. I swear to every god out there that the fish on the wall just turned to me and sang the Mirio theme.

And what's with that invention bullshit? I barely know how to make an atomic bomb from manga, Mr. Stone.

And even if I did remember how to make one, why in the world would I give this world the technology of weapons of mass destruction? Everybody knows The Tragedy that erased everything besides a supercontinent back on earth.

What if time goes differently while I am in this world? Damn, what if on Earth it's already been like 30 years. How many new games would have come out...

Man... That can wait.

What about the "invention" thing? I can always just introduce 3-layer toilet paper and people would be amazed. The difference in comfort between this one and the one they have here is unmistakable.

Anyway, I'll go find that weird dude, Joe. Maybe he got me a room or something. This castle is big for a reason, I assume.

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When King walked by, most of the soilders on duty felt like little girls.At this point, you had to live in a cave to not hear about King, the Hero. There were a lot of rumours surrounding him, some of which were surely bound to be true.

This man just walked into a secure castle and casually caught spies hidden right over their heads with little to no effort. A sense of shame was present, but it was overwhelmed by that of security. Having a man of this caliber on their side.

But one soldier breathed heavily and was hiding his face as hard as he could because King was near. And he would rather believe the Underworld Government would give him a second chance, but King was notorious for being a deadly force.

"Hey dude. You good?"

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King POV

This soldier has a fever, as I understand. I remember getting sick once in 4th grade. It was a hellish experience. Duty can wait until he gets well.

"U-uhm.. Ah- eh. No?"

Gosh, he seems like trouble already.

"Do what you think is right, dude."

His head dropped, and he let go of the spear he was holding. Other soldiers nearby run up and help him. Is he crying? I hope I don't get the same stuff he is sick from. It seems like a huge pain to have that.

I'd prefer it if he went to the doctor, but maybe he is zealous to serve. It's up to him, I suppose.

Oh. Joe! He looks more lost than I am.

"Hi, so where did you leave my stuff? Also, do you have a spare room?"

"King! I remember the time I was a little boy, running around, picking rocks..... So?"

Yep, brain damage.

"Oh, sorry! Under the name of King Ham Burger, you are given temporary ownership of a mansion somewhere. Your luggage was sent there!"

"Somewhere?"

"I have the paper with me!"

He hands me a folded piece of paper. Inside is an invitation letter, a map to the location, and a questionnaire about my favorite foods, firmness of pillows, and so on. So, like a 5 star hotel. I see.

But it's down in the town. And I just ate. So it's hell to the naaaw~ riding the big bird. Walking down will be safer. I hope they have safety rails.

"Also, can we let our Den Den Mushi meet so we can have contact?"

I took out my small snail, Zelda.

Time to *CENSORED*. (AN: secret magic snail things)

[TWO HOURS LATER...] (AN: read this in spongebob announcer voice)

It wasn't as hard as I thought. Yes, my legs shake like crazy, but I consider this a success. Maybe I'm really getting strong?

Also, no, they don't have any safety. Felt like those 7000 steps from that one old game with dragons, but without trolls.

While walking down, I had time to think about that "grand invention" topic. I really don't have a clue how anything works, even the damn toilet paper, as I really thought about it. I can't make computers, even the ones with lightbulbs. I'm a NEET, not a Metal Knight.

Maybe something theoretical? Like telling them about molecules and atoms? I'm pretty sure they still have some experiments done to prove that.

I have time. I can surely postpone it a little bit.

[TWO WEEKS LATER...]

God dammit.

I feel like I'm in school again and I forgot to do my project.

This time I just read my brains out in the library in the mansion. So many funny stories were stored there, some were "forbidden". Sun God one was quite a story. My inspiration is at an all-time high and I have started writing the coolest script for a game EVER. I totally forgot about everything else. Oops. When I finish it, I will sell this script for a trillion yen, no less.

At this point, I have resorted to using my strongest tactic.

ROLL WITH IT ™

Knock on the door. It's improvisation time.

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"Welcome to the FAIR OF PROGRESSION!" shouted very convenient for exposition person, dramatically weaving out of the way of a random visitor with a bow.

The place was basically a fairly big hall with various stands arranged on either side and in the middle. People were presenting their amazing innovations and ideas. They have a huge chance of being sponsored by a rich person wishing to invest in their product.

Walking in, a person would be overwhelmed by the sheer loudness of this place. Every mad scientist was shouting their lungs out to every passing person in the hope of being noticed.

"AUTHOMATIC SOCKS DRESSER! No more do you need to do any work putting socks on in the morning besides fueling this marvel of technology!" An old man wearing a lab coat shouted. His spit was flying everywhere and he had a big moustache.

Machine itself was the size of a horse, with steam flying out in all directions and hundreds of cogs turning.

People were walking by looking at this machine, disgusted.

Right on the opposite side of the hall was another inventor.

"Look at this piece! Authomatic Socks Undresser! No longer you, yes you, need to use your hands for this tiring task after a hard day! Now with 20% less socks lost! Want to try?" A smug young lady rocking a giant column of blue hair, said, while showcasing her absolute unit of machine. In some places, it was spitting fire and a weird green liquid.

"YEEES!"

One man in his twenties just jumped with a pose, extending his right leg, excited to try the machine out.

Down the hall it all went weirder and werider, to the point of having an actual person presenting thinking itself as their invention since that person doesn't see anyone but him actually doing it.

At the end stood a huge elevated stand with a long empty table and a simple but powerful golden font simply stating "King". Before it, facing away from the stage, lined up a squad of unusual marines. Grey-haired men, covered in scars from head to toe. In the middle stood a larger almost bald man.

THE blond man with three scars over his eye emerged from the backdoor. As soon as people saw him coming up, silence fell. They felt his stern gaze judging their every move. King was always prepared.

From a distance, someone shouted: "MY LEG!"

(AN: just want to add that TWIN_GMD is a madman. Like why would you give me power stones even without updates? Thank you.)