THE MAN, THE RIZZ, THE LEGEND

Samuel finished setting up the runes around his house which was pretty hard to do for him as his house is a high-end glass villa situated at 121 Mill Neck in Long Island, NY.

He had to spend an hour calculating from different angels the points where his house will be covered up by the bounded field.

With a final touch Samuel activated his circuits and put mana into the papers and a blue hue went throughout the house as it got covered up.

Witch this last piece done he is now ready to practice with his Longinus Innovate clear.

But before that.

Samuel closed his eyes and activated his Mystic Eyes and opened them and looked around the house to see if any supernatural was watching or was there any gaps in the bounded field.

Seeing everything allright he needs to give one last finishing touch.

Samule activated his magic crest and soon rune sequence surrounded his body.

He opened his right hand and drew a Primaeval Uruz rune' ᚢ 'in the air and threw it in the center of the house.

Not only will it increase the strength the surrounding runes in the house and the bounded field but increase the output of the bounded field.

He is sure his house can survive a WMD.

Not to mention a small leyline went under his house.

Any idiot dumb enough to come here will be in a world of hurt.

"Now let's start the main ordeal"

Samuel deactivated his Mystic eyes and went to his room.

!!!!!An hour later!!!!!

Samuel was concentrating imagining a small world.

He already used runes to locate his Sacred Gear and put mana in it.

And man was it tough to activate.

It was kept on absorbing his mana for the world or reality marble he is going to make.

He can feel it the Longinus making a connection with his soul and with a spark he can see a white light in the tunnel.

If anyone can observe Samuel, they would observe a purple mist around him as he got pulled in a space that surrounded the house harmonizing with the bounded field.

Samule opened his eyes and saw a world with blue sky and white flowers glowing with light.

He imagined the world of the time when Touko Aozaki casted Fifth Magic.

Truly it was a sight to behold.

A perfect creation of that scenery.

Now the moment of truth.

Samuel took a flower and walked out of the space as he opened a portal to the real world his room. He found everything in the same place.

So now he can confirm a fake dimension is overlapping the real dimension.

Samuel looked at his hand and saw the flower being reduced to ashes like a thanos snap.

It certainly did not feel good.

For him that is.

Just as he feared the flower did not stay for a single moment.

If it lasted a day, he could chalk it up as projection magic.

Projection Magic always interested him.

Why does not anyone have interest in it.

Maybe he will upgrade the fuck out of it like the Ainsworth.

But now the moment of truth.

Samule closed his eyes and imagined an Arachnid.

Harry potter examples would be great. If only Ron was here.

Samule looked over his shoulder and checked the large spider forming in the dimension, he had his mystic eyes active.

He can see mana and imaginary numbers like shadows of annialation maker gathering there and some unknown element gathering with it, his eyes were staring because of it.

Was it divinity or True Ether?

Because he felt the same when he used Primeveal runes.

A huge beady sixed eyed figure formed with eight legs staring at him blankly.

Samule turned around straightened his pose and took his left hand to his back and gave a swing with his right hand.

"Yorokobe Spider you are my first creation to my greatness!"

The spider did not have a mind so it did not understand anything which was obvious.

He deduced one thing from his experiment.

The Parameters he set for his creation.

He knows the anatomical structure of spider well as well as their DNA so he created a perfect replica.

The difference was when setting the size and abilities.

When he accessed the sacred gear, he got an inkling feeling he could add abilities to it like it was talking to him.

Just what was God of the Bibles plan with it?

He will think about it later.

Samuel gave a mental command to the spider to release a web from his mouth on his chair.

He waited with bated breath as he watched the web for some time.

Sweat flowed through his head as he stood there.

He does not know how many minutes and hours passed by as the web stayed there but he stayed put.

Sam slowly moved forward and held the web and felt it's pressure on it and not crumbling.

Sam closed his eyes and cheered.

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" Sam screamed on top of his lungs.

It was perfect absolutely perfect he did it, he found a loop hole.

The perfect imitation can only stay in the ideal world but what about the excretions produced by it? It was left over waste from its body created by it?

It was not made by the Longinus but the beast produced it.

So, will the world thing it as an anomaly?

All Longinus had bugs but what about his? Since Big G was not there to keep things straight there will be a bug somewhere.

Now the second test.

Is the web there because it is being extended by the spider? Or is it a separate entity?

Sam cast a structural analysis with the help of his crest.

He felt it was real in this world.

There was no mana in its production but only the spider's own excretion.

Same reinforced his hand and cut it.

He watched slowly as the web fell to the grown hoping it would not vanish as it lost connection.

To his surprise it did not.

There it was the bug of his gear.

The world will erase the fake beings produced by a reality marble as it is not made by this world.

But what if the beings gave a sneaky attack from a different dimension and hid away.

It was a normal and natural reaction for any normal person to find the person who threw the ball on him before looking at the thing that was thrown on him.

After not finding the foe, he will then look at the object it was harmed with.

Samuel looked at the web as it lost its color as he cut it and fell to the floor.

Cannot erase an anomaly if it is an inanimate object.

He crouched down and analyzed it again.

A deranged smile made on his face.

Since the world could not recognize where the foreign object came from, it left to natural laws of the world to decompose it as it is a harmless anomaly.

When spider releases the web, it will harden and become tensile, but before that it will be in a soft and wet state.

Can't kill what you can't see.

As there is a disconnection from its origin the object in extension to the beast cannot be erased.

Sam then concentrated on the spider and erased it and looked at the web.

It also disappeared.

"FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Samule was clutching his belly laughing like a mad man.

He did it! He fooled the world!

This bug will surely be of great use to him.

Sam cancels his Sacred gear.

Now that he thinks about it, he did not name the spider.

So, he will give the name next time he meets it.

He will name it Ron.

Same suddenly feels two presences coming to house, no in fact three.

He looks at his door and saw the dog that his mother gifted on his thirteen birthdays.

Daisy.

A beagle who does not snitch on him.

Daisy came sniffing in Samuels room and ran upto him.

"Come here boy, what's up sorry I forget to give you lunch. I will give you sausages with extra dip for dinner"

Woof!

Samuel picked daisy up to his face as it licked him over.

"We're home!"

Samules mother's voice Helene came from the front door.

From the presence he can sense it was his mother and off course his busy father.

John Wick.

Sam put daisy down as it promptly went out his room to greet his parent's.

Since his house is a glass house, he can already see that 1965 Mustang on his front door.

Sam gave a sigh as he went to greet his parents.

He can hear the shuffling in the kitchen and he wonders how his dad met up with his mother.

He did not say anything, he just comes and goes like a ghost.

Sam goes to the kitchen and sees his dad arranging the packets in the Kitchen witch his mother emptying the contents.

"Samuel! Come help your mother!"

He hears his father's gruff voice.

He looks over and sees his father in an Italian suit.

Once thing he can admire about his father, is that he has nice taste in clothing.

He needs to get those.

Well, he already has one in his inventory.

But that is for combat.

He looks at his father more thoroughly.

Long black hair upto neck and black eyes with his classic beard.

He looks like a Russian Mafia.

Well, he is Russian last time he checked his passport.

That makes him half Russian and American.

A combination he did not expect I this life.

Well in his previous life it did not matter, border wars were a thing of the past.

Interplanetary wars were the main issue in his timeline.

Samuel makes to the Kitchen table and makes himself known.

"What do you need"

His father who was taking off his suit was startled and quickly looked forward.

"When did you come here? I did not hear your footsteps!" John says with a sigh.

Samuel raises an eyebrow.

"I was always in the house" Sam says with an obvious face.

"Heard you skipped school, want to talk about it?"

John puts his coat on the chair and looks at Samuel.

Samuel looks at the badge on his father's waist.

CIA.

Who would have imagined his father works for CIA.

"Meh nothing much, made a robot to skip school and got caught. Was too bored to actually put 100 percent"

Samule gives a bored look to his father.

"The place I was in my young life I did not have the luxury for school, you should be grateful you have a roof on top of your head and someone to provide for" John says with a disappointed look.

"How did you get selected for CIA again?" Sam said with a surprised look.

The CIA has huge criteria to actually apply for a spot if he remembers while he studied history in class of his previous life.

His teacher that time said.

Even if you got selected, they have a huge ego to thoroughly take the best and nothing else.

"I worked really hard to get it" John said coming forward to Sam.

"And lucky too" Helena says from the Kitchen sink.

John looks back with a chuckle.

"If everyone had this amazing luck all can join the CIA" Sam said with a suspicious face.

"Enough talk it's time for dinner" Helena interjected giving a look to John.

Samuel got a hint something was hidden here.

Then Sam remembered about daisy.

"Oh, I forgot to feed daisy" Sam said in a sheepish voice.

"Samuel please pay attention to him; I bought him to be your friend" Helena gave a sigh and told him.

"He's family Sam you should take care of him" John said with a serious voice.

"Yeah, sorry about that, had a lot of homework to do" Sam says rolling his eyes.

Dad and his fondness for his dog.

His dad really cherishes anything she brings him.

What happened when he was pushed out from the belly.

He has his and his mother's genes.

"Now now you know you bought in on yourself Sam, now come for dinner" Helena says as he arranges the table.

"Haa coming" Sam gave a smile and went to help Helene.

Looks like today will be a family dinner.

He enjoys that.

Not unlike his previous life where he stayed in a small house and ate alone while his mother worked to the bone to provide for him.

His father is right he should cherish the moments of his life.

!!!!At family dinner!!!

Helena: You know while I was bringing back your father from the station something troublesome happened today.

Samuel: Hmm what happened?

Helena: While your father was filling up the tank in the gas stop a Russian boy came and tried to buy off the car.

Samuel: Russian? How did you know that?

John: He called your mother something in Russian when she politely said no.

Helene: Yeah, he called me a bitch in Russian and your dad told him off making him mad with rage.

Samule: What did you tell him dad?

John: Enough to remember for the rest of his lif-

BOOM!

Samuel suddenly felt the bounded field go off.

His father was quick on his feet and stood up and took his gun form the holster.

Helene: What was that?

John: TAKE SAMUEL TO THE BASEMENT NOW!

John hunched down and walked side by side beside the pillars of the house ignoring the windows.

Helene looked at John in Alarm as she made her way to Samuel.

Samuel witch a mental command took control of the bounded filed.

He is prepared the roast people who had bad intentions towards his house.

Helene pulled Samuel and ducked under the table.

Samuel used his mystic eyes.

He knows for a fact he set up the bounded field to block his Longinus signals and hard-core protection.

No way he got found out unless it was a God who actually took notice of him.

He has the master morpher and is pretty sure he can at least go toe to toe with a God for some time.

But to his surprise it was just human being sprayed around Infront of his lawn.

Samule: The Heck?

Helene: Be quiet Sam.

Sam gave a bored look and stayed put.

It's going to be a long night.

!!!!!!In the morning!!!!!

It seems his bounded filed going off attracted the nosy neighbors around the area.

Police came and took testimony of everyone around the neighborhood.

Not to mention taking the intruders who was almost scorched to death in emergency.

Samuel is surprised the intruders survived that.

He set the bounded field up mostly to hide his presence focusing on stealth. Offence only when intruders with bad intention would come here, for thieves he set it to stun. For intruders who would kill he set it to kill.

The Invaders got lucky.

It seems whoever came had the intention to Harm and steal. Not to mention his bounded field haven't even charged up for half a day.

If it was the intruders would be atoms by now.

His father seems to be talking with a cop named jimmy and seems to know him well.

Paramedics are looking over both him and his father as the whole ground was scorched with lighting, they are checking if there is any residual damage from the sudden lightning bolt.

Helena: I did not think the same Russian guy would attack out house for a car.

Samule suddenly had a de-javu he couldn't put a finger on it.

!!!!JOHN POV!!!

Today was not a great day.

He thought after a long time he could have a nice vacation witch his family but trouble seems to always follow him.

He looked at those gears and attire from the gas station.

Russian Mob of New York.

There would be hell to pay for them.

Attacking his family.

It's seeming it's time to visit the basement. He needs to secure his family before he releases hell upon them. He promised Helen that he would not go back to the life he once had, but something caught his attention.

Magic.

Something he encountered in his work in CIA and hidden secrets.

Not to mention sacred gears.

John remembered the mission he did to retire. The fortunate day he had awakened something to live this blissful life.

A sacred gear.

His Sacred Gear Unknown Dictator.

The amount of people he skewered that day when he had his life threatened was still clear in his mind.

The iron rod piercing the sky towards the heaven. He never felt so bewildered and horrified in his life. He killed people lots of them but not brutally at that faithful day.

He remembers the iron swirling around him.

Not only that but he met something that was not even comprehensible.

An Angel called Michael.

John closes his eyes.

Everything he learned after that was far beyond anything he lived for.

He had to join CIA to control this strange gift they call it to defend humanity from devils, fallen and Vampires.

He fell from one frying pan to another.

He now killed beings that threatened humanity in the shadows and he got too good at it to leave the organization.

In exchange for helping him stay low and his family safe, he had to get this power in wraps and hide it from the world.

After five more years he is done.

But one thing is for sure.

He requested the CIA to remove his address and any security measure for his family as not to get to bring too much attention to his family. But they did so put magical protection anyway behind his back something he is grateful for.

A phone call came startling John from his thoughts.

He took the call.

???: Greetings Mr. Wick.

John: Hemingway .

Hemingway: It seems you got in quiet a bit of trouble.

John: I did not use it.

Hemingway: So, it seems, I called to inform you that we have found the perpetrator of this assault.

John: Are you spying on my house?

Hemingway: Relax Mr. Wick we have magical sensors all around the states, it was a shock for us to find a protective barrier around the house.

John: You didn't put it up?

Hemingway: Whoever did is proficient, we did not detect it. It is in complete stealth. It was either an Angel or a God who put it up. Angel would be my bet.

John: So, Michael, I should thank him for helping me long ago and this time too.

Hemingway : Who knows he is a busy guy, now the main question what will you do Jonathan Wick?

John: Whoever they were they will come back for vengeance.

Hemingway: You would be surprised who it was.

John: .....

John: Who?

Hemingway: Viggo Tarasov does it ring any bells?

John: That's Impossible why would he want to kill me?

Hemingway: You got it the wrong way; it is his son who wanted to kill you. My question is why would he do that.

John: He wanted my car.

Hemingway: Excuse me?

John: I met him on a gas station, he wanted my car called my wife a bitch. So, I told him his mother was a bitch who did not teach him manners.

Hemingway: No wonder he came to kill you. So, what are you going to do.

John: Talk it out with Viggo.

Hemingway: What if he doesn't listen? It was his son who was almost sent to death door in your doorstep. We are already cleaning up by healing the boy make sure you take proper steps dealing with him. Not sure how his son will react.

John: I'll tell him to set him straight. If not, there will be one less gang in New-York.

Hemingway: Better prepare then.

John cuts the call and looks at his Wife, Son and Daisy in blankets.

He had been too negligible in his duties as a father and his husband.

He needs to solve this issue by himself.

He needs to make another call to a person he absolutely trusts with his family while he cleans up.

John looks at his cell phone and looks up a name.

Sofia-Al-Azwar.

John gives a call waiting for her to pick up her personal cell-phone.

After some time, the call is picked up.

Sofia: John?

John: Hey.

Sofia: How has it been it's been a long time, how's your married life going. I heard you had a son.

John: It's been great.

Sofia: What's the occasion.

John: I called to call in the favor you asked me long ago.

Sofia: .....

There has been a tense silence on the other end of the phone.

Sofia: What happened John.

John: My house was attacked.

Sofia: My God is Helen and your son all right.

John: I took care of it.

Sofia: Well, who was it.

John: Viggo.

Sofia: ...

Sofia: You had to be joking, why would he do that.

John: His son not him.

Sofia: ...…

Sofia: You didn't kill him, right?

John: No, but he is in bad shape.

Sofia: I get the jest of it, so want me to come and protect Helen and your son.

John: No extraction.

Sofia: Where?

John: Japan.

Sofia: You're sending them to Kiba Akihito. Osaka Continental.

John: He's the only few I can count on.

Sofia: All right give me a day. Just like you protected my daughter I will protect them even if it means giving my life.

John: I rather see you alive for a drink.

Sofia: Haa it will you who needs to stay alive. The Infamous Baba Yaga.

John: I don't go by that anymore.

Sofia: After this you will.

John: Thanks.

Sofia: Don't mention it.

John cuts the call and thinks about someone else.

He hopes Winston is working in New York Continental.