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Sailing the Skies with my Endergirl

Chapter 7

-VB-

The answer was no. Installing a hack client didn’t do anything because he couldn’t even log in like there was something fundamentally wrong. So Jeremy ended up deleting the hacked client and logging in normally after another day of work. 

And when he did, he found himself, once again, looking up at Cattleya’s big breasts covering half of the screen. 

Once again… his avatar got more pussy than he did. It was like his avatar was rubbing that in his face. 

With a sigh, he moved his character out from under Cattleya. 

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After doing a whole day of paperworks, he found himself going through a different set of paperwork in-game just to fly his airship. Cattleya sat by his side as he went over them all with the professionalism and dullness he was only too used to, and sighed when he finally got it all done.

Then he made sure to go back and check everything. 

First, private pilot certificate and commercial pilot certificate. The PRT was cutting through a lot of red tape for him on this for some reason. Probably they didn’t want him to go out and be a villain on a technicality or something like that. In fact, it was probably in their best interest to help him out on this because it meant that they will be able to turn around after and get his help on some of their operations. That was fair. Life was about gives and takes. 

Second, ownership paperwork. Obviously, the country ran on bureaucracy, and things like ownership needed to be straightened out, especially for “powerful” objects like Tinkertech vehicles. It’s basically DMV paperwork for vehicle ownership. 

Third, the waterwheel. The PRT wanted to keep it and asked him to not break it down, so he charged them for it. They grumbled but agreed to pay him the waterwheel’s value monthly on how much electricity it generated. He agreed… which then went onto this paperwork and contract attached to it so that he and they could prove that the deal existed. 

Ugh.

But because this was a transaction involving “parahuman abilities,” there was even more paperwork attached to this deal that he had to fill out just as they did.

Fine. 

But once all of that was done, it was finally time for him to take out both of his girls for a ride. 

-VB-

Max Anders stared at the blimp floating around the edge of the city’s skyline. 

Something about it looked wrong to him. 

It looked like a regular blimp, but the most he stared at it, a few details about it kept annoying him. There was nothing about its colors or shape. He didn’t know who owned it but there had been blimps in the past, used mostly for advertisements rather than any actual travel needs. There were no blimp owners in the city, though. 

So what was it about this blimp that was annoying him? 

He decided to ignore it for now before he turned back to wait for his lieutenants. 

This was a monthly meeting which brought all of the disparate parts of the Empire together where they would exchange what each believed was critical information as well as a time for him to understand the situation his Empire was in. Was it like a board meeting? Yes, but this was a meeting where he got to see actual changes on the map, gauge the enthusiasm of his mooks, and measure his lieutenants’ loyalties, though this wasn’t truly needed considering that most of their interests were intertwined with the Empire’s. 

In the next ten minutes, his lieutenants filed in one by one.

Hookwolf was the first to arrive. Brad called himself a berserker, a ruthless warrior, and whatever other drivel he liked to tell his own minions and others, but he was also a very prompt man who cared about his appearances, punctuality, and details. If his experiences had been very different, then there was a very good chance that Brad might have been some business executive in New York. 

The second to arrive was Krieg. James was the very opposite of Hookwolf. On the surface, James cared a lot about appearances and details, but they fell behind his selfish version of the Neo-Nazi ideology. That wasn’t to say that he wasn’t loyal; he definitely was loyal to Max… as long as Gesellschaft told him to be. Unlike Hookwolf, Krieg was the one he could not trust yet also someone he could not afford to alienate or sideline because he served as the line of communication between his Empire and Gesellschaft. 

The third to arrive was a group: Victor, Othalla, and Rune. Tammi was too young and impressionable; one wrong event might cause a rift between her and the rest of the Empire, which was why he was very careful about how he used her and which meetings he brought her into. Victor, because that was his actual name, was a true believer and Janice was just along for the ride as long as Victor was there, a woman truly in love and believing that their love could overcome any problem the world could throw at them.

Crusader entered as the fourth, followed closely by Menja and Fenja. Justin was a man of culture but blinded by his infatuation with Purity. Max might have considered that a negative in his lieutenant a few years ago, but now, he didn’t care. Nessa and Jessica were women who joined in bed now, and they were far more agreeable than Kayden ever was. It helped that they didn’t need to be convinced to do anything every single time. 

And last to arrive was Cricket and Stormtiger. They were fucking and everyone knew it. They also liked each other a lot more than they made it public, and everyone also knew that. 

“... Where’s Alabastar?” Max asked as he looked around. 

The others looked at each other. 

“The last time I heard from him,” Justin spoke up with a frown. “He was supposedly around the Trainyard.”

“The Trainyard?” he muttered before he glanced over -.

The damn blimp was there again.

…

… And it was also directly over the Trainyards.

-VB-

Jeremy just wanted one day without some sort of a problem, but it was clear that Earth Bet was very keen on holding onto the title as the grimderpest hole in the universe.

Bullets wheezed by his airship while he, Cattleya, and a PRT agent who came aboard with a not so well hidden excitement on his face looked at each other. 

“I’m going to go and handle that,” he insisted to the agent, who looked pained. 

“Can you please wait for a Protectorate response? We’re supposed to be in the middle of Tinkertech testing,” the agent whined. 

“Don’t worry. It has nothing to do with this airship.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No,” he said as he walked to the edge of the ship.

Then he quickly put on all of his armor except for his chest armor, keeping the elytra there. 

Finally, he stepped off. 

For a second, he was just falling. 

In the next moment, his elytra opened up.

He heard shouts from below… roughly thirty blocks down? Yeah. Roughly thirty blocks down. He quickly swerved around just as the bullets came for him, and then pulled out a firework. 

When he lit it, he boosted forward in a burst and held to the new speed. But instead of moving like a jet would, he turned around midair and boosted forward again with the firework. 

The gunmen below missed him as they aimed for where they expected him to go. 

Jeremy zigzagged his way down to the ground before he came in like a hammer. 

He landed among them, quickly switching out his elytra for his chest armor. This made his wings disappear, and he pulled out his sword and shield.

A second later, he swung his sword and one of the gunmen went down, screaming.

The others tried to shoot at him before they quickly realized if they shot, they would also shoot each other. 

He used their hesitance to his advantage, slamming one with his shield and slicing at the leg of another. 

“Get this fucker!” someone shouted. 

The shout got his attention, and he turned to look.

It was Alasbaster. There was no one else in the entire world of Earth Bet who was as white as he was.

As in titanium white, not peach white. 

Jeremy had a split second to make his decision.

And he chose to attack the cape. 

He slashed and slammed at Alabastar, and as expected, he attacked with abandon, relying on his power to keep him safe and functional. 

Unfortunately for Alabastar, Jeremy was all too used to fighting people too tanky or coming back to fight for hours on end after dying. And dealing with people like Alabaster was not by constantly killing them over and over again. For all he knew, Alabaster might be a masochist and everything he did was a mask he put on for him to indulge in his masochistic fetish.

So he pulled out a web and set it down right in front of where Alabaster ran to.

Immediately, the giant spider web caught the man and slowed him down.

“What the f-?!” 

And without saying anything, Jeremy pulled out stone blocks and quickly encased him.

“Wait, shit shit stop -!” Alabaster shouted.

But Jeremy didn’t care. 

He was enjoying his airship. He was enjoying the ride with his e-girl.

And Alabaster ruined it. 

So he got no mercy.

Without a single change in his expression, Jeremy placed the final block on top, silencing the man forever. 

Then he turned to the rest of the gunmen, who he now recognized as being part of the Empire Eighty-Eight based on their matching outfit colors, tattoos, and the lack of hair on half of them.

“Anyone else wants to get entombed?”

They ran.