And so, in the face of the very unhappy Amazon who could crush your head like a watermelon between her muscled thighs - not that would not be a bad end by any means- you decide to throw logic to the wind.
Hack and cut. Rip and Tear. There is no form, no technique, no finesse, no ripostes, parries, or elegant pirouettes, only a mindless need to hurt, to kill that drives your movements.
Letting out a chuckle I checked the time and apparently it was 8:21. I'd spent around 4+ hours just checking what I could pirate from my Universe and into this one and I should be set money wise. Twitter, Discord, Instagram, and TikTok haven't been created yet. Though Facebook has been created and Mark Zuckerberg still looks like a robot even in this Universe.
I woke up in a hotel room and looked around to see the girl I saved, Red Arrow, and the other guy all conversing. "What happened?" I asked putting two fingers to my throbbing head. "You're finally up? About time." Red Arrow stated as he walked over to me handing me some water. "As to what happened we encountered MetaHuman Trackers. They are an elite group of individuals that work with The White Suns." The girl interjected as she sat in the nearby chair. "We placed a tracker on them before they escaped but we lost their signal in the Shigansa district." The other guy chimed in. "Sorry, who are these two?" I asked still mildly confused and hurting. "The name's Kitsune."
"Thank you, daughter, who knew that earth can be such a happy accident hehe," God said as he starts creepily giggling while going through pages of the book, to him the original earth was an accident he created when he was starting out. (A:N Wait why does he sound like Gargamel from smurfs)
The third day here, the hotel I've been staying in has been very meticulous, I plan to stock some blood here, I had recently bought a portable freezer using some money that came from my previous meals - Flashback in a Flashback