Welcome To Vrath

"Welcome to Vrath 9406." Says the beautiful hologram at the exit gate of the train station platform.

"Yo, you listening to me," says the white-haired beauty.

"Gah, get off it," I retort. " My beautiful one is welcoming me. Can't you see?"

She pulls me down the escalator by the ear and continues to talk "As I was saying, the city of Vrath is...". I interrupted her.

"Vrath 9406 or just Vrath. the number represents the no. of times the city was rebuilt. The extract isn't as safe as people like to believe. The fact is that the city has been destroyed more than thousands of times within the last 5000 years. Although that may be the city is at its strongest right now. Been pretty safe and has had no breakdown within the last 150 years at least. It is also unofficially called the city of crushed and broken dreams. It is full of top educational institutions and corporations. Making people swarm here like moths to the flame." I completed her dialogues for her.

I did not like the look I got for that. She does not like being interrupted while she is talking.

"Jeez, you have repeated like 5 times on our way here. If you're gonna be so talkative at least speak about new stuff, don't repeat the same tape. On top of that you iterating a goddamn wiki page."

"yes, correct. Emphasis on broken," she said in a dead speech, completely ignoring my comments.

"Woman I chase no such big unachievable dream," I quickly reply to keep the conversation moving, getting off the escalator.

I aspire, for let's say, the more petite pleasure of life. No, call it the larger pleasures of life. The larger, the better, yes.

I Deon Von Deluge have a dream "I have done it I am in Vrath lets gooooooo, I shall be the most powerful person and then I shall have all the big booty bitches".

Someone interrupted the excitement. Better yet, slapped the shit out of the person accompanying him. I might have gotten too excited and let my thoughts out in the open again.

"Behave," she ordered.

Lexny.D. Ashar. yup, mixed ethnicity. On top of that, the Ashar household is no joke. They are an entire horror circus. Nowhere near the most powerful, but could in situations contend with them. And yes, they are in the.....

Well, it's not so difficult to guess. They are in the oil business. Now don't get me wrong, it's not the oil you are thinking of. We have no use for that oil here. When I say oil, I mean the kind of oil that takes you sky high when you take a hit. Also, the kind of oil that fuels cars, guns, cannons, cities, bombs, and whatnot. (oil is the street slang used for {chaos essence} in the Extract)

"Train no. voc085 has arrived on the 3rd platform," an announcement echoed.

And a stream of people flowed in, separating me from that annoyance. But it was a crowd. The crowd of men and women. Women. boobs. I stood there in the middle of the hustle and bustle for as long as I could.

I did not stay for long tho.

"Man, I have touched enough breast for one day I suppose". I decided to get going. I reached into my pocket and found my comms were gone. For, in the crowd, it seemed there were thieves as well.

Now I can't contact my ride. And I know but little about the city. Where to go? I look everywhere and then sit down, unable to find Lexny. and between my legs, I find a pamphlet. a beaten-up, hardly readable pamphlet. an advert for a discount in a nearby brothel. It had an address. great no?

"Well, I know where I am headed. I mean, I can afford this discount. Using paper to advertise is for poor bastards. I can totally afford this."

As I walk the unfamiliar streets, the light starts to disappear. The address takes me to a darker part of the city. I was casually walking when I started hearing a few voices from an adjacent alleyway.

"C'mon lady, fork it over," said a voice.

"We won't ask again," said another.

"C'mon, I don't have any money or.... any valuables for that matter," a feminine voice said this time.

"Then pay with your flesh," a very cliched tone of an F-grade villain penetrated my neck and made me cringe.

"Damn you guys disgust me, put your damn tongue up." a more dignified voice this one. Maybe the rich guy who hired the thugs to harass the girl.

There was one voice that stood out from all those feminine, struggling voices.

"LeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLeroLero" goes on the 1st voice

*struggling noises intensify*

*lerolero noises also intensify*

"god you are disgusting" The man who hired the punks seemed to regret his decision.

"eeeeeeyyaaahhhh"

"lick lick lick like lick lick"

Damn, that guy is definitely on some sort of ecstasy, I thought to myself.

And as I process the information, an angel descends onto my right soldiers. It tells me to be chivalrous, be a man, and be strong. It says "Go forth and rescue the lady and she will become your bitch like what happens in all clichéd anime and manhwa, go forth my child, good deeds are always rewarded".

And at the same time, my left shoulder begins to pain. Tearing out of my left shoulder pops up a demon. He responds to the angel, saying, "Yes indeed, all good deeds are rewarded in some way or the other. I don't need to remind you just how many are rewarded with jail time for their good deeds indeed. and while it might be true that you can earn a bitch, what if she is ugly? What if ye lose thy 3v1? ye must be alive to get bitches, you dumb ass!"

After hearing both opinions I chose to go and take a peep and decide whether to help or not after I assessed the situation. I take a step closer to the edge and up one right eye to look inside. And I decided that it was not worth the trouble. My demons were right. How far the angels have fallen to temp us with such Half-truths? At least the demons don't coax me with lies. This situation was not worth it.

Nah, It is my fault for hoping I could benefit. Of all the people, I should know better than all that hope is a bitch.

"Hey, YOU," said the 'lerolero' guy.

"Well, Fuck might as well look cool and not look like a perv here to see some action. Pretenses are important after all."

I stepped out into the light where all 5 could see me.

"Cease your unholy activities at once, For I shall spare ye if thy complies," I yelled, making sure everyone in the street could hear me.

"you will leave if you know what's good for you. little WEEB boy" said a bald dude.

I am not describing these hooligans. They looked like generic cyberpunk thugs. except not muscular and bald and more punk than cyber.

"here I come, Ora" rushed in a green-haired thug.

And those hypocrites had the gall to call me a weeb who the hell shouts battle cries.

He came swinging at me, but I countered and put him down where he belonged. His head was now flat on the ground between my legs. I diverted my attention to the others.

That persistent bastard who I flattened grabbed my balls. Twisting them, making me scream in agony.

The second thug rushed in, grabbing my nipples and twisting them as well. Before I knew it, the third guy was already behind me. Had made a hand sign we are all too familiar with.

"you fucking dare....."

"Thousand years of death! " He screamed out his attack as he carried it out.

They looked proud of having carried out that attack and started hitting power poses. I took advantage and counter-attacked when they least expected. I mean, as the rule goes, you don't attack during power-ups and that's what I did. I managed to rescue the lady after a very pathetic and repulsive fistfight. I had won, but at what cost?

The thugs were writhing in pain but so was I. The will to not look any more violated kept me standing, I suppose.

"Here lady," I said, giving her my jacket

She took it and replied with a sigh," Oh, thank you so much. It seems I am just unlucky. Even after all that disguising, I still run into rapey bastards like these".

"Disguise?" I asked, rather confused.

She said those words normally, but I couldn't quite grasp the tone in which she said them.

"Right, no point in keeping it," she said

She disabled her necklace. The necklace was a face modifier (Expensive) and took off multiple layers of makeup (more expensive than the necklace somehow). And I knew who she was...