Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 5: Discussion with Priscilla

Tension crackled in the air as Alex, Maria, and Sakuya entered the grand hall. Sunlight streamed through ornate stained glass windows, illuminating the richly decorated chamber. A long table, laden with unknown delicacies, occupied the center, flanked by rows of expectant faces.

Leonardoʼs facade crumbled the instant he spotted Alex, his lips twisting into a sneer. The sight of Alex walking confidently alongside Maria and Sakuya, two of the most respected newcomers, gnawed at him. In his distorted view, Alex, the supposed ”useless otherworlder,” had no right to such companionship.

Leonardoʼs disdain stemmed not from Alexʼs earthly origins, but from his perceived lack of power. Though orphaned young because of an accident, Alex was far from destitute. His familyʼs wealth, built on successful jewelry stores owned by his grandmother, had been further bolstered by Alexʼs own brilliance.

As a skilled programmer, heʼd created and sold lucrative apps, amassing a fortune that dwarfed even Leonardoʼs familyʼs restaurant empire.

Money, however, held no sway in this new world. It was the possession of the coveted Hero Gift that mattered, and in Leonardoʼs eyes, Alexʼs ”useless” ability made him beneath contempt, regardless of his earthly wealth or his burgeoning connection with Maria and Sakuya.

Priestess Priscilla gestured towards the three empty chairs at the table. Alex took the center seat, flanked by Maria to his right and Sakuya to his left. The sight of the two powerful young women flanking Alex did not escape the watchful eyes of his rivals - Leonardo, Kevin, Camilla, and Dodolus. Their expressions flickered with surprise, quickly masked by stoicism.

Alex, however, remained unfazed, merely shrugging his shoulders at Leonardoʼs icy glare.

”Welcome back,” Priscilla addressed the group, her voice resonating with warmth. ”Did you all rest well?”

Three synchronized nods replied to her enquiry.

”Excellent,” Priscilla smiled, her gaze sweeping across the eight faces. ”Once again, welcome to Mysthia. As you know, I am Priscilla Havens, head priestess of this temple nestled within the serene embrace of the forest, a short distance from the bustling City of Eria. But allow me to offer a broader picture of the world you now find yourselves in.”

Her voice then wove a captivating tapestry of their new reality. Mysthia, a world brimming with life, birthed by the divine hands of gods long past. Countless races populated its vast continents, each with its own unique culture and history.

Their current haven, the Alexa Continent, was predominantly human, though dotted with pockets of other races seeking harmony. Majestic empires, thriving kingdoms, and principalities vied for power and influence across its sprawling landscapes. One such empire, the Drexia Empire, held sway over their current location - the vibrant City of Eria.

Beyond the borders of Alexa lay other, equally diverse lands. The Beastmen Continent, aptly named Bestia, teemed with ferocious, animalistic humanoids. Elfira, the Elvesʼ Continent, whispered secrets from within its towering, ancient trees. And finally, shrouded in shadow and mystery, lay the Demonsʼ Continent, known only as The Dark Continent.

As Priscillaʼs words painted a vivid picture, a mixture of awe and apprehension settled over the newcomers. This was a world vastly different from their own, teeming with possibilities and dangers alike. And for Alex, Maria, and Sakuya, the others their journey on Mysthia had just begun.

Priscilla continued with her explanation.

The shadow of the Demon King loomed large even 150 years after his demise. His thirst for conquest had plunged the world into a bloody war, scarring the memories of every race. Ultimately, a hero, an Otherworlder like yourselves, had vanquished the dark ruler, ushering in an era of relative peace.

Gifts, manifestations of extraordinary abilities, were rare treasures. Typically reserved for nobility or powerful families, they occasionally blessed uncommoners by chance. However, every Otherworlder, without exception, possessed a Gift, marking them as exceptional beings.

Mysthia wasnʼt unfamiliar with Otherworlders. The very hero who had defeated the Demon King originated from another world, offering hope and strength during humanityʼs darkest hour.

Commerce across the continents thrived on a unified currency system. From the humble copper coin, worth the equivalent of $10, to the opulent rainbow coin valued at a staggering $10 million, the system offered clear hierarchy and ease of exchange.

Adventurers, driven by the thrill of slaying monsters and unearthing riches, formed guilds. Mercenaries, seeking the heat of battle, pledged their blades to various causes. Merchants, with wares in tow, built their fortunes through trade. Each path offered unique challenges and rewards.

As Priscillaʼs explanation concluded, Alex, though equipped with a basic understanding of their new world, felt a nagging unease. He voiced his concern, eager to unearth the truth.

”Thank you, Miss Priscilla, for the explanation,”

Alex began, his gaze locking with hers.

”However, a question lingers. Is there any chance the Demon King might stir again, or a new one rise? Is that why a Hero appeared among us, the Otherworlders?”

His words hung in the air, drawing curious glances from everyone. Leonardo and his posse exchanged smug smiles, their expressions screaming,

”See? Hero right here, savior of the world.” Alex scoffed internally. Maria and her companions, on the other hand, wore pensive expressions, their minds likely grappling with the same thought.

Priscillaʼs smile softened. ”Thatʼs a valid concern, young Alex. While I cannot definitively link it to your arrival, if a new Demon King were to emerge, we would sincerely hope for the cooperation of the Hero and their companions. Everyone would join forces, of course.”

”No need to worry, Priscilla,” Leonardo boomed, chest puffed out.

”With me as Hero, the threat of a Demon King is nothing! My team and I will crush him easily.” His companions nodded in agreement, basking in his self-proclaimed glory.

”That is reassuring,” Priscilla replied, her smile widening, though a hint of something else flickered in her eyes.

”We thank you in advance.”

Alex scoffed again, rolling his eyes internally.

”Brainless buffoons,” He muttered. Leonardo even included Maria and her friends in his pre-emptive Demon King-slaying squad? As for him, well, the exclusion was understandable. His useless, sealed Gift made him expendable. But there was more to it than that. Leonardo disliked him, a presence that could disrupt his plans, especially those involving Maria.

”Fine by me,” Alex thought, a smirk playing on his lips.

”Now Iʼm free to do as I please. No obligations, no world-saving duties shoved down my throat just because Iʼm an Otherworlder. Iʼm no saint, but I have my limits. Iʼll help those in need, within reason, of course. My loved ones, those with value to me... theyʼll have my unwavering support.

But saving the world? Not my style.”

He made a mental note to distance himself from Leonardo and his self-proclaimed saviors. Just then, Maria broke the silence with a question.

”Miss Priscilla,” Mariaʼs voice, usually melodic, now held a steely edge, ”could you elaborate on the purpose of this temple? Are we here solely to hone our skills in preparation for a Demon Kingʼs return?”

Priscilla shook her head gently. ”No, Miss Maria. Our role is to welcome you, provide an understanding of our world, and equip you with basic knowledge before sending you forth. This temple serves as a temporary haven, one you can call home for a year. If, during that time, an empire or other notable power scouts you and you accept their offer, you may leave early.

Alternatively, should you choose to depart before the yearʼs end, we will provide travel expenses and well wishes.”

Maria nodded, understanding settling in her eyes.

Turning towards Leonardo, her voice grew colder.

”Leonardo, any desire to help others is commendable, but including me, Luna, and Sakuya in your self-proclaimed team without our consent is unacceptable. We have individual goals, paths we wish to forge ourselves. Saving the world isnʼt on our agenda. I trust Iʼve been clear?”

Sakuya and Lunaʼs smiles mirrored their friendʼs sentiment, silently voicing their agreement.

Stunned silence descended upon the room. Alex, included, watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Leonardoʼs carefully constructed facade crumbled, replaced by a mask of barely concealed resentment. Even Priscillaʼs serene expression flickered momentarily, betraying surprise at Mariaʼs directness.

The tension was broken by Camillaʼs sharp interjection, a sneer twisting her features. ”Who do you think you are?!”

Mariaʼs glare silenced the outburst instantly.

Briefly exchanging words, Maria, Luna, and Sakuya rose and departed, leaving behind a room heavy with unspoken emotions.

After asking Priscilla a few clarifying questions, Alex, too, decided to retreat to his room, leaving Leonardo and his companions to their simmering discontent.