CH8: Oh Yeah

Zack stepped through the door to the gate into the wall and appeared atop a massive statue overlooking ships sailing under its groin. He jumped forward and landed on the edge of flat planes that extended as far as the eye could see. The heat bore down on him; due east, it was a mountain range.

He covered his face and felt embarrassed. The areas were randomized. Fortunately, it wasn't building-based, but it left one location, and he had no idea where he would end up. Also, it appeared it didn't matter where he entered an area; where he landed within it was random as well. Zack opened a map of the area and found he was in the middle of the red waste.

Decoupled Entrances: +2 Intensity

Hardcore: +3 Intensity

Calming Up: +2 Intensity

No Loyalty: +2 Intensity

Intact Weaknesses: +1 Intensity

Start From 0: +3 Intensity

Automatic Connection: -2 Intensity

Ancestral Diversity: -1 Intensity

Zack looked carefully at his mapper perk, which showed a North entrance at the base of the Bone Mountains.

An ice sickle appeared in his hand, and he stuck it in his mouth to fight the heat. He bent down, pressed his hands into the hard dirt, and leveled his back in a runner's stance. Chakra pushed through his body as he gripped the ground for leverage before shooting forward without disturbing the ground in a soundless run.

Each step stuck him to the rugged landscape's surface area before he kicked off, moving faster than before. Zack turned each step into acceleration as he crossed the vast distance and felt his shoes heating up, getting ready to burn off his feet.

It was too good to be true to believe he could cross such vast, barren land so easily. He felt when his first shoe burned away and his second on the next step.

The mapper talent showed he was only a quarter way to his destination. He tossed his useless leather shoes aside and walked on a pair of soul-ice flip-flops. He thought about returning to his sweet home for a new pair of shoes, but that was a problem for another time. Instead of crossing the distance in minutes, walking would take him nearly two hours. Each step brought him miles as he used the same trick with his flip-flops, only slower.

His movement was a mix of Tsunade's super strength and what he knew of flash stepping from bleach. Zack kicked off the ground like a boxer, crossing vast distances and doing it again with his other foot. In one hand, fireballs spun 5, chasing after each other, and in his other, he slowly replicated Devola and Popola's flowers with ice and left them behind.

Zack felt his head throb from the practice, but Soul Talent told him it was great for practicing. While his focus was split into three, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He felt something hit his chest, and then there was screaming.

He fell out of his Zen state and focused back on reality. A broken wall with his shape ripped through the wall sat behind him, and a pointy-eared bastard missing an arm shrieked to his right. Zack must have taken it off while he was walking. The man backed away from the sunlight pouring in and hissed with purple lips.

"What are you?" Zack spat on the ground after his smartphone claimed the warlocks were only worth one credit. The creature hissed. Zack raised his hand, and an ice war hammer fell into it. "Wait, barbarian. I can teach you magic and the mysteries of the world."

Zack swung. The warlock's head froze solid and shattered, spilling frozen brain meat all over the blue-stained floor of the tower. 

Laughter filled his ears.

"We are the last tower of the ancients. Did you think one of us could die so easily? Come and try to slay us and learn why we stood while the dragons fell."

He looked around, seeing casks filled with a blue liquid. Zack cracked open a barrel and found it was full of fermenting bark. Those barrels were stacked around the room and were part of a more significant process. Maybe he should bring Popola or Devola to check out the magic side of things. They knew far more than him.

Did the blue drink taste like blue-Powerade, or was it a hard liquor that paired well with Coke? They did have parts of their garden that needed filling. Something to give a little variety to the boos would be great. Tsunade would look sexy, sucking his cock with blue lips.

"I know you're trying to tempt me to rob you, but it won't work," Zack said.

"Yes, please, we love it when people take our shit."

"We are the undying ones, and we have unlocked mysteries of magic that the dragon lords feared to learn."

He opened a portal, and Popola and Devola looked sexy in their winter wear. "Oh, it's hot. I'm not sure if my hair likes this heat."

"Girls, I have a few undying magical beings that need interrogating. I need you to see if they can be moved to the dungeon so one of Tsunade's shadow clones can apply some truth serums. Also, there is this big magical tree outside that I want to rehome. It produces magical liquor."

"I think they are dreamers that have mostly given up their mortal vessels and no longer exist fully in our reality."

"Please explain," Zack said.

Popola went severe and put her hands behind her back and puffed up her breasts. "Reality has many layers, and many have given them layers. We are on the physical plane where natural laws vary depending on the universe. The next layer is the dreamland, the next reality up, where some physical laws remain, but some laws become fluid while others lose all power, like death, gravity, time, and space. Then there is the nightmare or Elysium, depending on who you're speaking to." Devola inched closer. And they whispered in his ear.

"Do you want a blowjob to help you focus," Devola asked.

"Devola, whatever, there are more realms, but they don't matter to us. These guys exist in the dream with only tiny footholds in our reality. Kill their bodies, and their dreamer selves continue to exist. I'm guessing here, but this blue drink helps open the mind to form a dreamer self and enter the dream realm. I wouldn't recommend it. I saw many golden trees and this big guy riding a little horse holding up the heavens. He looked solid."

Devola fished his cock out and locked eyes with him. She licked her lips and kissed the head of his meat stick. Her lips puckered and slowly stretched around the head of his member before lathering his underside with her tongue and swirling it around. His knees spread as he struggled not to grab her by her curly red hair and force himself deeper.

"Could we sell them to the company? Zack asked.

"I think so. They are linked, and while they are stronger on the other side, snatching one should get both."

"She knows nothing of our power, so don't listen to her. We are the undying ones and hold secrets you can't imagine."

"We should get the tree first. "While we don't have to go directly to the dream realm, I'm sure it will like the climate of our home better than this place," Zack said.

"I will go back and get some tools to excavate it. I know just where it's going to look so good: in my garden next to the pecan orchard."

Popola said as Devola sucked, edging down Zack's cock. She gripped his base and bobbed her head, letting her red hair toss around as she licked and sucked, driving him into her throat. There was no gag reflex as she swallowed repeatedly, and he felt her tongue pull at his balls. She came, and she pulled back, catching his load before opening her mouth to show it off before swallowing. He gripped his still-hard dick covered in her spit and gave her a look.

She smirked and began undressing before Popola came back with a bottle of lube and a sack full of tools.

"I told Tsunade to tell Benjan something came up, and you had to deal with it. By the way, the wall, how did you smash through it?"

"I wasn't paying attention."

"Oh yeah, are those our flowers made of ice glistening across the desert?" Popola said.

Devola clenched her bottom and dropped her thong on the floor. "Well, I think it's sweet," Devola said.

"It's my lube. So I get the first round." Popola said.

"Girls, we don't have time. I need to get to Winterfell. We'll have some fun when I get home tonight. For now, take care of the dreamers."

"Yeah, fine. Just reward Devola and leave me wet and empty," Popola said.

Zack rolled his eyes. He looked up and down to see she was wearing a green thong and bandages over her nipples. They looked tiny, barely covering her large nipples. "If this is where you want your first time in an old dingy moon shine steel, then I won't deny you. But don't be surprised when we start hearing banjo music."

"I got that reference." One of the dreamers said.

Zack tossed the stamp to Devola. "Please stamp the fools. It's better to sell them instead of leaving them around to cause trouble later."

He put the thoughts that the dream around Planetos was, in fact, Elden Ring well and truly out of his head. Zack had no plans to open that can of worms until he was much stronger. Of course, the lands between were code for the dream. Worlds were onions, and he had to deal not only with the physical but also with the many layers around them, joy.

Popola was all smiles as he grabbed the bottle of lube she had brought and poured a generous amount of it on his cock. She looked away as he closed the distance and rubbed his cock between her already moist slit. Drips of their combined lubrications dripped on the old floorboards as they heard screams of the undying.

"I guess they tried to use their magic against Devola."

He inched his hand down, and she smacked it away. "I'm not done warming up yet." The undying continued screaming as they gyrated their hips into each other. He humped forward until her cheeks sandwiched his cock. She squeezed and let him slide between her lips. It was good, better than good. It was love. Zack felt more in love with every hard thrust. He reached down and grabbed her hips, and she wrapped her legs around his hips and slammed into him.

Popola reached behind her and grabbed more lube and poured it over her thong, and let it run down to where his cock was sandwiched between her lips. Zack supported her back as she bent down and pushed her thong aside, and pushed herself until the head of his dick met her quivering pussy.

"You can choke me if you want. I can't die of asphyxiation."

"Of all the bitches I would like to choke, you are not one of them," Zack said.

He slipped slowly inside of her silicone palace and felt her clench like an industrial press.

Zack closed his eyes under the extreme pressure. "How are you doing that?"

"Magic and nanites mostly. Did you know I can make it spin at 200 RPM?"

Zack stared at her. "No, I didn't know that." Popola tightened her hold on him. Her smile was free and genuine.

"Do you want to find out? Tsunade might have her strength, but I am beyond strength."

Squish!

Slush!

Vroom!

Her pussy began to zoom. It spun, and her lubricants gushed. Zack met God with the flick of Popola's switch. She slammed her hips against him as he fell, and the ground around them shattered. Stone burst into powder, and Popola smashed down with her big white ass with a clapping sound as the top of the tower clattered.

Zack felt his muscles clench and his abdomen tighten. He came in moments and felt Popola's hands press against his chest. More lubricant poured down on him as she sank to his base, pushing him into her deeper than before. The buzz of her engine was silent, but the effects were nothing but. He roared at the top of his lungs as he came inside her. Popola's pussy took it like a flower dying of thirst placed in damp soil. Every slam of her ass clicked her cheeks, and then Devola appeared behind a stone pillar tossing his stamp in her hand.

She pulled her pants down and squeezed her butt, dropping her panties into her clothes. "We androids have been waiting for humanity to return for thousands of years. Did you think we would welcome you back empty-handed? We pledged that we would give you no reason to leave us again if you ever returned. If that meant inventing knew better ways to fuck you into addiction, then we would design the best vaginas and dicks imaginable. Why don't you taste my fem cum?"

Devola squatted over his face, and he licked her tasting strawberry banana pussy juice. It was incredible. Also, he hadn't stopped cumming since he fell on his back, and it was scaring him. He felt his balls heating up and didn't know what was going to happen if this kept up.

Popola stood up suddenly and grabbed his dick. Devola leaned down and slipped her lips around it as Popola let go. He felt himself spurt into Devola's mouth a few more times before his balls finally started cooling down.

Zack raised and licked Devola's pussy some more as she sucked him off. It wasn't like he had a limit anymore, anyway.

…

The tree and boos were successfully stolen, and he found a map and quickly hit up the other towers out in the red waste. He managed to get a few more undying but only had 20 in total. Since they were dreamers, they were tier 5, meaning he gained 400 credits from a side quest on his way to Winterfell.

…

Zack crossed into the North and found himself staring at a half-fallen stone fortress that was most likely Moat Cailin. He explored, of course, and walked up the walls to check out the entire fortress. At the top, he saw a group approaching that could only be the King's party. He jumped down a few hundred feet and softened his landing with a little chakra control. Zack used the transformation jutsu and transformed into a man who looked less like a vagrant and more like someone trying to sell something.

He was sorely tempted to find one of the king's ministers and put the idea of a new weapon in their heads. Maybe he claimed to be a rival company to the benefactor waiting in Winterfell but shook his head. Why make things more complicated than he had to?

Should he come out as a god and order them to hear him? Zack shook their head. That, too, wouldn't work. From what he knew of Robert, that man would be stubborn as a boar the whole time. All they were really interested in was fighting, fucking, and drinking like a proper king. Leave the people the hell alone and don't get into their business.

Ok, he liked the guy. Maybe he could do something for him, like wear Jamie Lannister's face and rape Cercei right in front of him. But there were faceless men, and Zack wasn't sure if he could disguise his voice correctly.

Zack counted his credits to be around 900 in two days when his stamps settled in. He was getting close to crossing the threshold to reduce his intensity by 1. That would feel so good. Zack was most likely going to either his Hardcore or Calming Up. He didn't want to lose his girls or die himself, so both of those had to go. Making worlds harder for the sake of making them harder was stupid.

The guy who picked his intensities wanted to make things hard on him on purpose. Why else leave him with exactly ten intensity? If he had 11, he could have gotten a free super waifu and worked to bring her to his side. But no, he had to be one point short. Then there were the quests he had to do because the company needed safe worlds to mine precious resources. But Westeros was no more valuable than an ordinary world.

What if they were going to mine the dreamworld, AKA the lands between? This place would be an excellent staging ground to jump off of. He wasn't making it his hub world and wouldn't be back. Zack cleared the staging area so the scouting and mining team could enter.

They wanted smithing stones and runes. Zack was selling them people that would be very useful in the dreamlands. Maybe he should talk to Leaf about it. If that girl ever stopped masturbating and watching End of the World movies, perhaps he could get some answers from her.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Zack looked up. "That's right, you aren't digging ditches. Get your ass to work. We aren't feeding you so you can lay about. Men need places to piss."

He snorted, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Leave me alone, or I'll do something violent and brutal to you as an example to others." Tsunade had repeatedly told him he couldn't be soft on these people, and most importantly, he had to do anything he said he would. Mercy to others was being ruthless to himself.

The man's face turned red, and he poked Zack in the chest. He didn't bother listening to the man's words while jabbing him in the chest. This was going to be bloody. People were watching the dressing down with smirks on their faces. Zack grabbed the man's ear and ripped it off in a single swift motion.

He screamed, and Zack grabbed the man's hand and placed his ear in it. His eyes bugged almost out of his skull while Zack smiled, revealing bright, shiny, boxy teeth.

"Find some lass to sow that back on in the next few minutes, and you might keep it," Zack said.

He turned to a few red-cloaked men. "Am I going to half to rip your useless ears off as well? I'm busy bothering myself at your peril."

A dwarf approached, surrounded by red cloaks covering his ears. "Oh, I hear you well enough in both. But good man, you can't expect to get away with ripping one of our dear formin's ears off without a conversation. Perhaps over some wine, my good northerner. My name is Tyrion Lannister. If that wasn't clear by my stature and your name, good man?" The dwarf said.

"Zack Sin, I actually came from further north to camp and see Moat Cailin." Zack sighed and shook his head. Well, I can hardly be rude after your display of courtesy. Perhaps I have let my anger at a prior misunderstanding color my responses. However, be warned that a man's word is essential in the north. If someone tells you that if you continue with an action, they will do something to you, it's best to believe them."

"Can his ear be fixed if it's sewn on in minutes?" 

"Yes, but it depends on the hand sewing it. A master would be best, but a woman with clean hands and experience would work just as well. If kept clean and well cared for, I would flip a coin at his chance of keeping it." Zack smirked and pulled an old gold coin from his pocket. It came from one of the towers, which he had a few stacks of. "Would you like to wager if it stays on or not?"

The man's eyes widened at Zack's display. "May I see it to confirm its validity? Have no fear; I would not steal from you." Tyrion looked to his men. "I presume none of you would either while my back is turned. I would hate it if our new friend, Mr. Sin, had to yank off your ears for being useless."

Zack shrugged and tossed the coin to him. "It was the least harmful thing I could think of that would allow me to keep my word." Red cloaks were clearing people away from the scene, and a new foreman had already replaced the old one.

Tyrion bit the coin and found it was made of soft gold. "Very good. I will wager a dragon to your own. If Mr. Wagner's ear does fall off, I will add your coin to my collection. Where did you get such an ancient, minted coin?"

Zack smiled. "I robbed some warlocks over in Essos around Qarth, the greatest city in the world." Tyrion raised an eye. I didn't go to the city, but I've seen better. Also, the heat there is terrible. Give me a nice tundra over a desert like the Red Wastes any day. Lots of iron ore, though, if only it was cooler." Zack shook his head.

"Were you a sellsword? Well, I did promise you wine. Let us go to my tent, and you can tell me your tale." Tyrion said.