Gamer Emperor chapter 51 (Patreon)

There was a saying in China. 'Cursed to live in interesting times.' Here in the West we also had a saying. 'Heroes never have good endings.' Which also led into the saying of 'Good deeds never go unpunished.'

All of those sayings very... Very much made up the core existence that was being a demigod on a fate-ordained quest.

Likewise, when the dipshit already wreck god tried to throw hands with Andy and me, and now. Andy and I could feel the bullshit on the way.

I could feel that very same trouble on the way bullshit picking up on my internal radar. And on my fucking minimap I could see the two red ass dots tell me that 'enemies' were in thatta way.

"Get ready Andy... More nonsense on the way." I said helplessly before I took out Kusanagi with a whisper of divine winds thrumming around us.

And thus the wicked duo came around the corner with one of them looking like she robbed a Hot Topic and cut herself to the beat of a Sleeping with Sirens album.

And the other looked like an overly posh British noble with looong luscious locks of blond hair that swirled in the air, and having a small braid of said hair resting on his chest that was tucked into a breast pocket.

Also... He wore glasses. Which made zero fucking sense. There was no such damned thing as an Ultimate class warrior who used physical combat that was half blind enough to need glasses!

Still with a simple 'Observe' I picked up who they were... Though I was confused with one of them.

[Arthur Lvl 90-187] The massive level difference was clearly because of the core of Excalibur in Excalibur Ruler that was in his hands, and I knew that Morgan would literally fuck me half to death if I got that for her.

And as for the Hot Topic VIP card holder. [Jeanne D'Arc Lvl 159- The Blackened Half of a Saint]

That title for Jeanne told me all I needed to know about what this Jeanne was. She was the 'hate' that Jeanne felt when she was assaulted during the war, when she was left to die as she was burned alive, even as angels literally just watched her die to take her powerful martyred soul back to Heaven.

Then the posh gentleman spoke up in a respectful tone. "Andy Jackson, Jake Bariss. It is an honor to meet you both." He said with a respectful bow as he put his hand that wasn't hold his sword over his heart in down so.

Then he straightened up and said formally. "As much as I respect you, Jake for your actions in the Gumiho Cleansing, and among other actions you have taken. Especially in becoming a Godslayer, I must ask that you and Miss Jackson hand over the Love Goddess's Girdle, and give up this quest of yours to find the lost icon of the Thunder god." 

My face twitched, and I just fucking laughed, making his own face pinc,h and he sighed before pausing and nodding at my rebuttal.

"And piss off the entire Greek Pantheon by spitting in the face of at least three Olympians directly by abandoning their quests!? In what world would that make sense?" I demanded in exasperation, even as I felt Andy sinking her mana into the surrounding areas.

Like... Into the suddenly water-filled sewage system and pipe system below us, for example.

Still, Arthur held out a hand to signal for peace as he said calmly. "That is a very fair worry to have Jake. But we, we are part of Khaos Brigad. An organization that itself has several Pantheon heads supporting it, and our organization is completely outside of the gaze of the Greek Pantheon."

I looked at him flatly and asked blandly. "Cool. And how many of your members spat in the face of an Olympian and survived?" 

There was a pause as Arthur couldn't answer that question as... Yeah, there wasn't until Jeanne finally spoke up with a cold voice.

"A son of the Thunder god joined the Khaos Brigade after bathing in the blood of a Star born to corrupt his connection to the Pantheon. He is strong and bears the blessing of the God of Strength as well."

'Isn't that just supposed to be like the reincarnation of the mortal soul of Hercules or something? What is this bullshit about bathing in the blood of an eldritch god or whatever?' I mused as my mind went back to Esdeath's post in blocking off Eldritch invaders that got past Great Red and Ophis.

Arthur then said more firmly. "Jake, I personally promise you that if you join me. I will bring you and Andy into the subfaction I belong to. And you would have equals that you can lay your trust in."

'A recruitment into Vali's little group of murder hobo's huh... As much as I want to plow Kuroka?'

I shook my head even as Andy said flatly. "Yeah. Sorry dumbass, we literally got Fate watching our every move. So I would rather not get cursed into a horrible monster, thank you very much!"

Meanwhile, I said more evenly as the divine winds of Kusanagi screamed around me. "Yeah... What she said. Also, Morgan LeFay has promised ageless immortality, all her magic research, and bearing a son for whoever takes that NTR sword in your hands." 

Arthur's face became dark at my words, and Jeanne snorted as she drew her own thinner long sword from her side, and she taunted me. "Oh? However much this prick annoys me. I fully admit his sword is strong, why call it that then?"

And the scene became akward as I said flatly. "He has the standard hentai protagonist cheat in the form of a sword. He can mind-control even gods; he can use it to teleport, he can use it stop time as well." 

Andy slowly looked at me, and in the silence of the now awkward as fuck soon-to-be battlefield. She whispered all too clearly for the supernatural senses of the two across the way.

"Uh, Jake, can I take the goth reject? I don't want to get molested again in the same hour?"