Granted!

"That's a bit arrogant of you. I came here because of the massive disturbance I had detected, I believe you were the cause Solitary?" said a stoic Genesis.

Will groggily stood up and finally got his balance, "I would honestly love wasting my time with you, but as you can see, I need some deo, so excuse me. As for whether or not I'm the cause, ask yo momma! Ladies lets go! Oh, Merlin is down…Woodsy let's go!"

Will started walking back. Water came out of storage and bathed him in a bubble. Within a few seconds, he was clean and dry.

Woodsy hesitated, but Genesis smiled and nodded. Woodsy nervously followed Will.

"Ah, yes, I forgot. Something happened to Erza, just thought you should know." Calmly said, Genesis.

Will stopped in his steps and turned around.

'Right, he has a relationship with Ezra The Mad One. Woodsy remembred.'

"What do you mean, you fake air bender."

Genesis raised a brow. He had no idea what that meant, so he ignored it. "I have had him restrained back at the sect. He won't be babysitting you anymore."

With that, Genesis turned around and walked away. Will wanted to rebuke, but he turned around as well. It didn't matter what he wanted to say; he wasn't strong enough. Besides, Ezra was no vegan. He could handle himself.

...

Somewhere in a far off place, debris showing signs of battle surrounded a large piece of land.

"Ezra! There is no need to fight all three of us! Even if it's you, you can't defeat us all; you are not Genesis!" A middle-aged woman with long blue hair spoke these words. She was beautiful and looked like she had riched her prime. She sadly wore a blue overcoat hiding what was within.

Beside her was Ignius, spear in hand. He was injured quite a bit but still standing. He wanted to speak, but he did not have the energy. He was falling when he was caught, by a hand. The hand was formed from a humanoid mass made of what could only be described as pure Darkness.

"Shevchenko is right, Ezra you have gone too far. An entire city has been wasted because you refuse to follow the Patriarch's orders." Said the Darkness.

"Windsor, what is it to you, heh?" said a bloodied Ezra. He was injured far more than Ignius, but he was still standing raring to go. He took one look at Ignius and said, "Pussy."

"Ezra!" bellowed Shevchenko. She had a soft spot for the weak and was rearing to go when Ezra raised his hands.

"Alright Windsor, you win, I will not move. I will stay here, as a prisoner, tricked by the all kind and truthful Genesis. Who, by the way, will restore this 'damaged' city with a swipe of his hand. There weren't even any casualties for fuck's sake."

Ezra brought out a bottle of booze a started downing it like it was water and he was a traveller in a desert.

The other three relaxed, especially Ignius. He was the weakest of the four, and he felt ashamed because of this.

The Windsor then said, "Do not slander the Patriarch. You do not understand the burden he has to weather on his shoulders."

Ezra just gave him a side glance and continued chugging his booze. The other wearily watched him, but he was not a liar, so they relaxed a bit.

Ezra raised one finger at the trio, "I will give you one month. If you are still here after a month, I will kill you." Killing intent spewed from Ezra causing the trio opposite him to feel like he was the gate to the underworld itself! They were also powerhouses, but it took 3 of them to restrain him! This was a massive disparity. One none of them could ever pass so long as the alcoholic lived.

…

Back at the guild headquarters, Will was looking at his reflection in the mirror.

'Am I a side character? Or am I the MC? Or worse, the MC of a badly written work! I look like a badly designed Hitsugaya…'

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Sir, everyone is ready." Shouted Letty.

"I'm coming. Damn it; I let the perfect opportunity for a good joke pass by. I'm getting rusty."

…

In the living room, Will had gathered Letty, Duke, Woodsy, Merlin and Alice.

Will stood in the centre of them all and said, "Guys, I want to introduce Merlin and Woodsy for joining our little group. These two have realized the idea of going with us is more beneficial that the stupid empire. Now, before we continue, we have an announcement to make. Take it away, Woodsy.

Woodsy nervously walked ahead and waved at everyone. "Hello, I'm Woodsy. I specialize in healing arts. I have a way of removing the curse on Alice on our left."

Alice had suffered a lot from illusions, but for some reason, Will would always appear there and protect her. She wanted to talk to him about it, but Will had quickly sent her off to her family, and then was told of a plan which she found ridiculous, but joined in on nonetheless.

"Alice, if you don't mind, can you come here?"

Alice was a beauty. She and Letty were genuine top-class beauties with top-class booties. They had to be rewarded for their exemplary service to the universe due to existing.

Alice was a nervous and jittery girl with stage fright, so she gave a 'please stay away from me' vibe while Letty gave a resting bitch face unless she was talking to Will.

"So, I can kill the worm and bring you back to normal, but after some discussion with Will, I would like to propose something, Alice." Said Woodsy with a palpitating heart. Alice was happy but confused. In the last few months, her family had taken her to multiple healers. The healers always brought back her memory, but it would disappear again after a few days. They didn't know what to do. Will had a plan, but it needed someone with Woodsy's talents to work.

Will thought they were taking too long and said, "Alice, you are suffering from a unique worm that feeds you illusions while consuming your memory. The worm cultivates through the art of Illusions.

Woodsy has a spell that will allow us to reverse the process, and have you devour the worms genetic memory and skills bit by bit. Letty researched your class and found that it is entirely compatible with illusion magic. Are you in? Or do you want us just to kill it?"

Alice didn't hesitate, "I'm in! I want the ability to fight. These illusions have made me go crazy." Alice started crying, "I want Hanzo to suffer by my own hands. That's my only request."

Will smiled, "Granted."

They were going to enter a dungeon to get stronger. Will felt that people focused too much on the quantity of skills instead of quality. He himself was the best example. Even Alice, the non-combatant, had more spells than Will. Of course, most of them were simple ones like for washing one's hands and so on.

"Okay guys, so guess where we are going?"

Will's cheeky smile made Alice feel uneasy.