Dimensional Mercenary

~3rd Person's POV~

Year x776

With a heavy breath, an 11 years old girl with crimson hair could be seen running in the forest with naked feet and a body covered with bruises.

Tears in her eyes and lips moving for prayers, Erza was running away from the hell called Tower of Heaven.

"Don't let her away!"

"Keep running, we want that red chick alive for boss!!"

Pursuers screamed as they chase the little girl. They were mages of Tower of Heaven who were ordered by their boss to chase and capture the red hair girl. Although she was nothing but a slave, their chief mage specifically ordered them to catch Erza alive in one piece.

"Go away!" Erza screamed and used her newly awakened Magic Power to shoot two metallic knives in her hands.

However, the attack was easily evaded by the pursuers as the attack contained neither aim nor power to make the strike lethal.

More she ran, more she grew tired, and eventually, she stumbled and fell on the dirt.

"…No…" She mumbled with terror on her face when she saw the pursuers rushing towards her.

Is this her end?

'Please God, help me!'

Bang* Bang* Bang*

Just as she prayed, she heard strong and loud hammer strikes followed by exploding heads of the pursuers.

"Kid, are you okay?"

And then she heard a voice.

A man leaped between her and pursuers.

He had black silky hair was wearing a black outfit. A tail of smoke was rising from the end of his weapon called a gun. Since facing the back of the man, she couldn't see the face but even then she couldn't since the man was wearing a mask.

She was still stunned with the appearance of her hero/messiah but then absentmindedly nodded with a blush.

For some reason, she was so captivated by the man's sudden appearance that she even forgot she was being chased by pursuers.

"Good since you don't have to worry. I will take care of them." The man said and then released the magazine of his gun.

He then took the new magazine out of his breast pocket but the new magazine somehow slipped from his hand and rolled towards the red-haired girl.

Erza subconsciously picked the magazine to give it back to her hero- I mean the man in black.

However, it was not the ammunition anyone was expecting. It was a small pick packet displaying a woman and man hugging each other affectionately.

"Twerking Condom…?" Erza twitched and looked at the man in black, equally confused and embarrassed, "Strawberry flavor??"

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~ MC's POV~

New York, US.

I opened my eyes to witness another bright day. Well, it was still dark outside since the sun wasn't up yet since it was 4 a.m. but if you are a reincarnated person having memories of your previous life where you were a geek/otaku/everyday Joe aka Pathetic Loser and now has a very strong body, you know what time it is.

"Time to take my cocaine."

Just kidding… or not if you can work out an absurd Saitama training regime based on how high are you on steroids from age of 11.

Well, I am not Saitama and hope never become one since I love my black hair with a tint of purplish.

"I should hurry since today is my flight. A special day to meet my family and to see if the plot is still going to start."

That's right! I am the big brother of a certain protagonist of harem anime. And now is the day to travel back to Japan to witness the rom-com event.

Why am I in the US? Well, how should I tell…? Apparently, a certain bi*ch (J-Titan) also poked his 1-millimeter dick in my story and fu*ked it, ruining my life completely.

Well, it was in past and I don't want to spoil my mood.

Such a happy day, right?

"No, it's not. My peaceful time is over, isn't it?"

I frowned looking at the cliché blue screen window right in front of me. You all probably have guessed.

Ding*

[No, what are you talking about, host?]

Ding*

[Today is finally the day when you have been chosen by the great Dimensional Mercenary system. Isn't that-]

"NO! First, stop this Ding thing. It's very cliché and cringe, outdated, CERTAINLY NOT VERY CINEMATIC!" I hissed. "Wait if this is fanfic then Fanfic-Matic…??"

I get up from the bed and stretched my arms.

[Ah, o-okay… then are you-]

"Nope. Kindly fu*k off and find another host, I am pretty sure that others would die to lick such an unknown entity's ass for pair(s) of tits. My life is already Edmond Dantès. Just from the title of the system, I can guess that it is a very generic world-catching Pokémon in the name of the waifu storyline. Now that peaceful time has returned, I don't want to turn it into live-action Matrix fighting against unknown beings! Speaking from the Matrix, I wonder what my pencil sensei is doing nowadays…"

I smiled remembering my hitman emo sensei living with his loving wife. This is the blessing of true peaceful life.

Then I heard a siren.

"Crap, I have to take a crap. What a crap…" Judging from the intensity of my gas leakage that came with a warning, I ran towards the toilet.

Well, it would gonna be a scorcher in the toilet since last night I went a little far in my Indian friend's wedding party.

[Wait! Wait! At least listen to my explanation first! Believe me! There is going to be beneficial for you, more than you think!!]

Wow, just a little attitude, and this system thing became a bit*h.

"Then tell me something if there is anything new what I said above like going to a different world and saving maidens in distress, changing the plot," I asked but the Mr. System vaguely responded.

[Well… there is one…]

I sighed and decided to at least listen to the dude or… dude, NANI?

Guys, I am telling you! Don't ever exert yourself in Indian wedding cuisines! They are tasty but lethal for your belly! Here goes my noble phantasm Twinmyniad Disaster!!!

[Thank goodness! Then let me introduce myself! I am an AI attached to the supernatural system called the Dimensional Mercenary system. It is a supernatural multidimensional functional tool that lets you enter other worlds or universe that was only a part of manga/comics in your previous life.

Isn't that amazing?]

"Keep explaining and don't stop! And God, my terminator maid is going to kill me!!"

(AN: Anyone who could guess the maid?)

I gritted my teeth while fighting with the toilet (pumping) and praying that it doesn't erupt now of all time.

[Then let me give you a quick review. Apologies but it's going to take long.]

"My opinion is just like a piece of toilet paper that I just used at this point, doesn't it?"

After winning the war, safe and sound, I entered the bathroom to brush my teeth. I can still smell of Radish Parathas from my mouth. I hope it goes away.

[Right! In addition to 'going to a different world and saving maidens in distress, changing the plot', you will be given chance to increase your strength and bestow you power that you would have never imagined!]

"Not like I care. Should I remind you that I had once infiltrated CIA headquarters and witnessed their chief banging wife of a senator? So cut the crap and speak directly without using stupid advertising tune."

I am pretty strong I will let you know.

Yeah, this Joey is fukin strong.

[Ugg... Okay, then I will be straight this time. I am here to make a contract with you to eliminate dimensional threats. Warning, this is going to be a hell of a bloodbath.]

I already saw that coming.

I sighed while wearing my tracksuit.

Before I was going to refuse the offer it interrupted me.

[However, you know better than anyone that peace never lasts long. And from your bloody background, you knew that someday, someone will be going to come for your neck. You may come out sound but not people close to you.]

My eyes flared when I heard that! Is that thing threatening me?!!

[A warning. Besides, are you really happy with the way things going? I don't know what kind of past life you have lived but 17 years of this life has already been wasted.]

I sighed and thought. Gang wars and assassination just to become 'the hero of justice' that I dreamt of, the cost was huge and before I know it, I am already under the mud.

"Still no…"

I refused and was about to leave the house when I realized I forgot to wear my trouser.

Harem life is tempting but not the trouble. I believe in my little brother and my right hand that I can make a really good harem in this world too.

[Than here is an option.]

Option my ass, it was a window with [Yes] button only.

I shook my head and pressed the button. Just how much more my life could possibly become a mess than it already is? Damn Murphy!

[Congratulation for becoming the host of the Dimensional Mercenary system!]

I sighed while performing my usual quota of 100 Push-Ups, 100 Sit-Ups, 100 Squats.

[Here is quick info.]

[Intro: Due intervention of Outer Gods destroying timelines for their desires, the collective Will of one universe created this system. It is a tool for killing those apostles of Outer Gods or destroying any anomaly created by them.

As such, whoever accepts the system will be given 'Quest(s)' to travel such land and fight with for the world, eventually retiring the 'World' to 'Safe End' till the end of the contract with the 'World'.

When a 'Quest' is cleared, the 'World' will issue reward(s) in form of Dimensional Mercenary Points (DMPs) and anything in addition to the courtesy of your performance.

A 'Quest' is deemed 'clear' when the function of the system, 'World Safe Parameter' shows a positive meter.

When you travel to another world, time in your world will be stopped.

DMPs can be exchanged with Prize Chests containing random prizes. It could be anything from a beautiful design sword to Premium Bitch Slapping Slippers.

Further questions shall be answered by the Premium High-tech AI attached to DMS.

The time for the eligibility of the contract with the system is one year.

Enjoy~]

"ENJOY MY ASS!! YOU FUC*KER SYSTEM! IS THAT GACHA?! TELL ME IT'S NOT GACHA!!"

My disappointment and day were already immeasurable and ruined but now everything becomes hell.

Simply

Gacha is a bad civilization.

[Eh he he… he…]

"I call it sham! IT IS A SHAM! I don't want Gacha!!!" I roared while running from my neighbor's pitbull who always chases me in my jogging. I wish I could just place a bullet in his head.

Yeah, I hate animals! Except some…

[Relax. There is also… store function too.]

I had a bad feeling judging from its tune and was reluctant to open [Store] function but I opened it and man, I was never deceived in my life than now.

[Store]

[Small Healing Potion: 10 DMPs

It increases the recovery rate of healing by a small margin.]

"Now I know why my hair has a purple tint. My life is going to be hell. I am Kazuma now. He has a useless goddess while I have a useless system…."

I massaged my eyebrows and entered my house. After a quick shower, I walked inside another room to get changed.

Two black two-piece suits were ironed gracefully. It is worth having a relationship with Kingsman Outlet to get free bulletproof outfits!

I picked one and wore it. My sensei taught me that a fighter looks cool when fighting wearing a stylish suit.

Exiting my house, I unlock the door of my car and went inside. Starting the engine, I drove for the airport.

'I hope I crash somewhere and die and then reborn as MC of 'quiet life in other world' genre.'

I remember it was another genre within Isekai.

"Hold on, does that mean I have to kill other isekai victims?" I decided to inquire a little.

I don't mind washing my hands with the blood further but what reasons do I have to confront them when they are just victims of those Outer Gods.

[It would have been one thing if they provide any benefits but because of their actions, the 'world' is going to meet its end. Besides, it is not always killing them.]

"Doesn't that mean I am working as a double agent?"

Not gonna be a hypocrite but I am also an isekai dude. Just suppose how you feel when someone comes for your neck just because you died, hit by truck-kun, or while jerking off (Yeah, in addition to choking, it is a dying trend) and then reborn in a fantasy world like Attack on Titan or Tokyo Ghoul.

[Yes, it is true. But you have all qualifications to be the host of this system. Your world is not facing any threat (yet), you have the ability to grow at enormous speed and evolve and also have knowledge of all the worlds you will be traveling!]

"Hah! Just say that I am already strong and you are broke and don't have to invest anything for your bidding."

I shook my head. It would be another thing if the system had proper shop function to offer me something like Saiyan or nemekian bloodline or Sharingan, you know regular stuff to make MC super buffed but it doesn't.

My system is a lost cause.

[Anyway! Why don't you see your status?]

Changing the subject, I see.

There are six functions in total.

[Status] Where you can see your status.

[Word Parameter] Parameter for the word if it is going to the right path.

[Quest] Missions to be issued.

[Store] We can ignore this useless function.

[Lucky Draw] Bad civilization aka Gacha hell.

[Inventory] Only items issued by the system can be saved… for now at least.

'Status.' I mentally called and then a blue window appeared in front of me.

[Status]

Name: Hiro Nakamura / Hans Davies

Age: 17

Power Level: 121

Race: Meta-Human

Energy Type: None

Abilities and Skills:

Assassin's Mix Martial Arts (Own World)

Art of Hypnotism (Own World)

All firearms mastery (Own World)

Weapons and Equipment:

High-tech Prosthetic Left Arm

High-tech Right Eye

DMPs: 0

[End]

That's right children; your protagonist's name is Hiro. Yeah, I know Author is lazy.

Nakamura is my mother's Japanese surname as for my English name, I am known as Hans Davies from my mother's side that belongs to the US. Yes, my mother is half Japanese and I have some family problems.

I was a little bothered with the Power Level thing. 121? Seriously? And what the hell about this Meta-Human thing?

[Meta Human:

A Metahuman is different from regular humans in the sense that their strength and abilities far exceed any normal human but is not on the level of supernatural.

Anyone who exceeds Power Level 70 while not possessing any supernatural abilities is called Meta-Human.]

"Hey System, is Meta-Human really a race? Why didn't I know?"

[Ask yourself when you can survive the hail of bullets and not to mention your Terminator Maid.]

We both have cracks in our heads.

After arriving at the airport, I came out of my car and walked towards my private jet.

I greeted both pilot and attendant then entered the plane.

Assassin's Mix Martial Arts

It is my very own Martial Arts. It consists of many martial arts like Karate, Muay Thai, Chinese Kenpo, Ju-Jitsu, and blade arts combined with a lethal technique called Bajiquan. Bajiquan is a martial art that deals so lethal damage that it could only be called a technique serving only one function which is death.

Arts of Hypnotism

Best when you can make people do dirty works for you.

All Fire Arms

Literally, who told the US to make thousands of nukes? I wonder if they ever notice if one or two are missing. Yeah, I know how to use almost any kind of weapon.

As for prosthetic arm and eye, yeah my right eye and left arm are fakes but I have added some functions like see-through, thermal vision analyzing long distances is in my eye, and summoning a barrier or shield is installed in my arm.

These are also the reason I accepted this sham system, to restore my limbs.

After the conclusion, I sat on my seat and sighed.

"Thank you, Miss Misha." I thanked the kind attendant who woke up so early just for one flight. Well, I do pay her 85,000$ annually.

"You're welcome, Mr. Hans." She smiled with pink cheeks and after setting the table with light refreshments, she left.

"So system, will I get a starter pack nor not? It's not like I am expecting or anything."

[Of course, you will get one!]

Then two items popped up on the table.

One was a rainbow-colored sword that seems to be containing a vagina inside.

While the other was a white mask with odd markings.

"Jeweled Sword of Zelretch and Anti-Magic Mask of Rimuru Tempest. Why I am not surprised with this unoriginality…?"

I shook my head as I instantly recognized them.

[Human, you should at least check their function. I-I am sure that they are different!!]

I nodded and two windows appeared.

[Anti-Divine Jewel Sword

An anti-divine construct produced by Divine Entities that could sever 'Gifts' bestowed by Outer Gods from 'Apostles'.]

"So I have to use this sword to kill the other systems so that they won't assist their hosts in case of emergencies?"

[Correct. Survivability of systems is tied with their hosts and in case of clear danger, they won't even mind employing their host a cheat-like ability making it impossible to kill them.]

"I wonder what would happen if I use this sword on myself."

[…P-please don't…]

I chuckled.

[Mask of Concealment

A mask designed specifically for the contractor to hide his/her presence from detection of other 'Gifts' in addition to other perks.

Presence Concealment: Conceals the user's presence and DMS from other systems and their hosts until or unless the user reveals it themselves.

Magic Resist: Dulls any magic attacks that the enemies cast and hide the user's internal magical force.

Mental Resist: Dulls mental attacks and hides the user's mental state.

Breathing Support: This allows the user to keep their lungs full even if the flames consumed the oxygen around the user.

Amplify Senses: Increases the user's senses.]

Now we are talking!

It is the only better part of my day. It fills my every need! In the underworld, people would kill each other for this priceless artifact.

'I really should just destroy this system and steal these treasures.' I smirked but then shook away these diabolic ideas.

"So is there any quest for me? I hope not since I don't have weapons." I smiled but then in the next second, my colors faded away.

[[Quest Alert]]

Description:

An apostle has appeared and is threatening to Main Cast. Your job is to remove the apostle and anomaly and restore World Parameter to 'Safe End'.

World Difficulty Level: B

Conditions for Safe End:

Remove Apostle

Destroy Gift

Save Main Cast

Increase Word Parameter at least +1

Countdown to Dimensional Shift: 10 Seconds

[End]

"End my ass! Only 10 seconds?!!!"

This annoying system!!!

Without throwing any more tantrums, I jumped from my seat and opened a closet right back from the seat.

After entering a password, the closet opened, revealing a gun and a sword tied with a belt.

A Chokuto Straight Sword and Silver Desert Eagle 50 AE. Perfect for both long and close combat. Also my fetish.

I hurriedly wore the belt but not before checking bullets.

"4 should be enough."

Though it could load 7 bullets, I only need one perfect shot to end the deal. Besides, if push comes to shove then I also know how to deal with the sword.

I tapped my breast pocket to ensure extra magazine. My maid always hides an extra magazine in my suit in case I end up engaging in any sudden dog fight.

I then wore my mask and put the jeweled sword to system inventory which surprisingly is only for magic items like that system provides.

All good now.

"Wait! I have to pee-"

Then the reality changed from the interior of a jet to a bright sky.

"-eeee. Why the fu*k I am in the sky?!!!"

I would say that falling from 4 story building was not a good experience. Thanks to my durability, I didn't receive any injury. Big applause to trees and bushes for reducing the force of my fall.

"Ugg, where am I? Hey retarded system, say something…" I scratched my head and asked the system.

But before I could hear its reply, I heard a scream.

Turning my head slightly, I saw a red hair chick running and some pursuers chasing her a little far away from my position.

'I don't know what the mission is but first, I have to save that child.'

[Yes, she is the main lead!]

And that confirms it.

I took a deep breath and then dashed towards them.

I then load the gun, aim towards the pursuers, and pulled the triggers.

With loud bangs, I headshot three pursuers in just a second.

"Kid, are you okay?"

I asked the crimson-haired chick. Judging from her appearance, she must have suffered terribly from the hands of these bastards. She was covered in bruises and cuts all over the place and from her outfit; it didn't take me any longer to presume that she was working as a slave.

It gives more reason why I want to kill these bastards.

She absentmindedly nodded.

"Good since you don't have to worry. I will take care of them." I looked at guards who were chasing the girl.

Some were looking like cosplayers, holding a magic staff while some were holding swords and crossbows.

A total of 4 were standing there and looking at me with horror in their eyes.

To finish them off, I unload the magazine and took out another but the new magazine was not gun ammunition but something else.

The thing slipped from my hand and rolled towards the red-haired chick.

'What. The. Fuck.'

"Twerking Condoms…?" She picked the population controlling artifact and looked at me with confusion… or embarrassment? "Strawberry flavor??"

Ah, fu*k me!!

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If you find any mistake then comment down.

I am writing this first time so it may create some confusion.

About powers of MC, I am already planning to give him Jagan Eye to his right eye socket but what do you guys suggest.

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