DETH TRAIN EXPRESS, TRAINING 24

As I stood before the entrance of the Iron-ranked Gnome-infested Plains dungeon, I couldn't help but let out a sigh. I had been tasked by the Adventurer Guild to guide a couple of VIP newbies through this perilous dungeon. Normally, I wouldn't mind helping newcomers, but these "prominent rich kids" were a whole different story.

"Hey, Deth, ready to babysit the pampered ones?" remarked Ms. Secra Tally, the Guild Council member who had convinced me to take on this task.

I rolled my eyes at her playful jab, "Yeah, yeah, you made your point. Let's just get this over with."

She chuckled, "Don't worry, Deth. I promise you'll survive this."

With a deep breath, I stepped into the dungeon, followed closely by the two VIP newbies—two young men who looked more interested in their perfectly coiffed hair than the dangers that awaited them.

"Alright, listen up," I said sternly, "This dungeon may be Iron-ranked, but that doesn't mean it's a walk in the park. Gnomes may be small, but they are fast and cunning. Stay close and follow my lead. And for the love of mana, keep your hair out of the way!"

They exchanged amused glances, clearly not taking my warning seriously. Nevertheless, they agreed to follow my instructions.

As we ventured deeper into the dungeon, I couldn't help but notice how these VIP newbies were ill-prepared for the challenges ahead. They were clad in flashy, expensive armor, but it seemed more for show than practicality. It was clear they were used to a life of luxury, where money could solve any problem.

Gnomes began to emerge from the shadows, their beady eyes fixated on us. I swiftly drew my magic gun and cast a Fireball spell, incinerating the first wave of attackers. The VIP newbies watched in awe as I effortlessly dispatched the gnomes.

"Wow, that's so cool! Can I try that?" one of them asked eagerly, pointing at my magic gun.

I hesitated, then reluctantly handed it over. "Be careful. It's powerful. Just remember, it's not a toy."

He grinned like a child on his birthday, aiming the magic gun at a group of gnomes. With a burst of mana, he fired the weapon, but his aim was off, and the shot missed its mark.

I quickly snatched the magic gun back from him. "Stick to what you know. I'll handle the fighting."

We pressed on, encountering more gnomes as we navigated the twisting tunnels of the dungeon. I instructed the VIP newbies to stay close and stay quiet, but their excitement and arrogance got the better of them.

"Watch this!" one of them exclaimed, summoning a flashy but utterly ineffective spell.

The gnomes were unimpressed and retaliated with a swarm of arrows. I quickly cast a protective barrier around all of us, shielding us from the incoming projectiles.

"You two need to focus and listen to me if you want to survive this," I scolded, trying to keep my patience.

As we continued deeper into the dungeon, the gnomes grew more numerous and aggressive. It was clear that we were nearing their lair—the heart of the Iron-ranked Gnome-infested Plains.

The VIP newbies were growing more restless, but I knew that I couldn't afford any slip-ups. The stakes were too high. The dungeon could be treacherous, even for experienced adventurers, and I refused to let these pampered newcomers become gnome food.

Finally, we reached the lair of the gnomes—a vast chamber filled with glowing crystals and an ominous atmosphere. The gnomes' leader, a formidable-looking Gnome King, stood in our path, flanked by his loyal subjects.

I stepped forward, my heart pounding with adrenaline. "Stay behind me," I ordered the VIP newbies, summoning all my magical prowess.

The gnome king lunged at us, and I met his attack head-on with a barrage of spells. My Fireballs and Lightning Bolts filled the air, illuminating the dark chamber. The VIP newbies gaped in awe, finally understanding the true danger of the dungeon.

As the battle raged on, I could see the VIP newbies growing more serious. They began to use their spells and weapons with more precision, following my lead as we fought together as a team.

We clashed with the Gnome King and his minions, dodging their attacks and countering with our own. The battle was fierce and intense, but with determination and teamwork, we managed to defeat the gnome king and clear the dungeon.

As we emerged from the dungeon, the VIP newbies were panting and covered in dirt and sweat. They looked exhausted, but their faces were alight with excitement and pride.

"That was amazing! I can't believe we did it!" one of them exclaimed.

I smiled, pleased to see their newfound respect for the dangers of dungeon diving. "You did well. You both have potential, but remember, being an adventurer is not just about power or wealth—it's about discipline, dedication, and respect for the dangers you face."

They nodded, humbled by the experience. "Thank you, Deth. We won't forget this lesson," they said sincerely.

As we made our way back to Frontier City, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had turned these pampered VIP newbies into more responsible adventurers, and I hoped that they would continue to grow and learn from their experiences.

Back at the Adventurer Guild, Ms. Secra Tally approached me with a knowing grin. "So, how was it?" she asked.

I shrugged, "It was challenging, but I think they learned something today."

"I knew you'd do great. Thanks for taking on the task, Deth. You're not just a skilled adventurer; you're also an excellent teacher," she praised.

I smiled, grateful for her kind words. "Well, I guess it wasn't so bad after all."

As the sun set on another day in the Frontier Zone, I felt a sense of fulfillment.

My journey as an adventurer had taken me on unexpected paths, from battling powerful foes to mentoring eager newcomers. And through it all, I knew that I had found my purpose—the thrill of adventure and the joy of "maybe" helping others grow.

As I retired to my cozy home at 349 J. Bond St., I felt a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. I was now being pampered by my Shebots, some giving me a massage, the others are either cooking my meal or cleaning somewhere or fixing things that needed to be fixed.

I shut my eyes for a few minutes, and casted a Soul Sleep Spell, its timed to automatically shut off at the fifteen minute mark, and wake me just in time for the food to be cooked and prepared.

On a bright early morning next day in the futuristic city of Frontier City, I found myself in the underground basement of my newly acquired house.

The former printing press basement had been totally transformed into a training ground for my ten Shebots—female robots designed to maintain my home and assist me during my adventures. Today, I was determined to equip them with the necessary skills to defend themselves if the need ever arose.

As I entered the training area, the Shebots stood in a neat row, awaiting my instructions. They were all unique in appearance, with distinct faces and voices, as I had programmed them to emphasize their android nature rather than imitate humans. The learning operating system I had installed in them would enable them to adapt and improve with each training session.

"Good morning, Shebots. Today, we're going to focus on self-defense and combat techniques," I announced.

They responded in unison, "Good morning, Master Deth."

I began by demonstrating various magical firearms. I handed each Shebot a different model of the magic guns that I had designed myself. I taught them how to properly aim, fire, and reload the weapons. They were quick learners, and soon they were proficient with each firearm.

Next, I introduced them to a range of magic melee weapons, from enchanted swords to staffs imbued with elemental powers. They practiced their swings, parries, and counterattacks with precision, their metallic bodies moving with surprising grace.

We moved on to hand-to-hand combat techniques. I showed them the basics of punches, kicks, and grappling moves. I encouraged them to find their own fighting style, to use their android bodies' agility and strength to their advantage.

Throughout the training session, the Shebots proved to be diligent and enthusiastic learners. They absorbed each lesson, eager to defend themselves and their home. I was impressed by their progress and dedication.

As the day went on, we delved into stealth and evasion techniques. I taught them how to move silently and blend into their surroundings, making use of their cloaking abilities to become nearly invisible. I showed them how to track potential threats and assess dangerous situations.

The Shebots were quick to grasp the concept of stealth, and they practiced with remarkable finesse. It was almost like watching a group of skilled ninjas, their movements fluid and graceful.

"You're all doing great," I praised, observing their progress. "Remember, the key to survival is not just raw power, but strategy and adaptability."

Throughout the training, I made sure to reinforce the importance of protecting themselves and each other. They were not just machines; they were my companions, and I wanted them to feel empowered and valued.

As the day drew to a close, I decided to put their training to the test. I activated a holographic simulation of an invader—an advanced combat Dense Light hologram android programmed to test their skills. The Shebots were initially taken aback by the realistic opponent, but their determination shone through.

The simulated invader attacked, and the Shebots sprung into action. They used their newly acquired skills to engage the adversary in a coordinated and strategic manner. It was a challenging battle, but they demonstrated great teamwork and resourcefulness.

In the end, they emerged victorious, and I couldn't have been prouder. Their abilities had surpassed my expectations, and I knew they were well-prepared to face any potential threats.

"You were all incredible," I commended, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. "You've come a long way, and I have no doubt you'll continue to grow and improve. After your duties are done, do some self-training if possible or spar with one another to produce more fluidity into the combat you're currently focused on."

The Shebots beamed with satisfaction, their artificial faces expressing a sense of accomplishment. They were not just creations; they were becoming a family—a family of ten extraordinary androids.

As we wrapped up the training session, I reminded them to always stay vigilant and alert, even during their daily chores around the house. Danger could lurk around any corner, and I wanted them to be ready to protect themselves and their home at all times.

As the sun set on another day in the Frontier Zone, I felt a sense of fulfillment. The Shebots were no longer just housemaids; they were my companions and protectors. I knew that they would be able to handle any situation that came their way.

With a contented sigh, I bid them goodnight and retreated to my room. Tomorrow would bring new adventures and challenges, and I was grateful to have such reliable and capable allies by my side.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but smile. The Shebots had become more than just machines—they were evolving into nice pawns and a security layer that I needed, just in case, for future protection from any incoming threat.

They are definitely better than action figures.....