God of What? 24 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 24

-VB-

Alan Marris

I saw and experienced what Victor did.

And I had to say that I was very against it. He was a clone and his mind would remain. So what if he died a little?! I could always put him back into a new body with a different face.

Freya now knew that he could turn into a “monster,” which was seriously going to impact how we would approach our … newfound situation.

Ugh, calling it a “situation” made it sound like we were politely discussing a disaster because this was a fucking disaster!

Freya now had her eyes on us! Fucking Freya! The unhinged bitch that thinks the highs of passionate emotion was love!

‘Love is learning to let go,’ mom told me as she wiped her tears.

Dad looked gruff as always next to mom, tall as I was while mom was almost half my height.

‘Right,’ I mumbled back.

‘It is. Do you honestly think we trust you to not live in a pig pen when you will be living by yourself?’

I grumbled. As much as I loved my parents and they loved me, they never hesitated to spit out some harsh truths.

More importantly, this also meant that Bell and Hestia were likely to become targeted because, one, Bell was always within Freya’s line of sight, and two, Hestia simply because she was now related to Freya’s interests from at least two different angles of varying relativity.

This meant, in our mind, Freya will use her simps to “test” both her and us.

This meant we needed to protect them without hampering their own development. Since Freya would be watching us three, should I make another clone to guard Hestia? One who will have abilities that are not known to be associated with us?

Yor looked at me from my left and Victor looked at me from my right.

“What?”

“Making another clone is not the way to go,” Victor objected. “In fact, we should be limiting our presence to give Freya less idea about what we can do. We need to control the flow of information, not give her more to plan around.”

“I don’t think a lack of information will keep her from deploying Ottar if she sends him after us,” I replied with a raised eyebrow.

“And if she sends Ottar of all people to kill a small familia, then she won’t be just able to walk away from it, especially if he ever comes close to killing you,” Yor hummed. “At most, I will be set up to fight Ottar. Whether I survive or not is secondary. I expect to be brought back to life, original.”

“Of course.” I paused. “Are you two sure that another clone with a different expression of power is not -?”

“Yes, we are very sure,” Yor and Victor answered at the same time, no doubt using the hive mind to sync their response. They glanced at each other before Victor spoke up. “Look,” he began. “It will be suspicious, for one.”

“How so?”

“We’re not a big or famous familia. A powerful stranger choosing to join us out of the blue and not even given the right to be the captain but left at home to play babysitter? That sounds fishy as hell.”

I thought about it. It did sound weird. And if it was weird, then the gods of this world would be get nosy about it.

“Ugh,” I grunted. “What, then? Should I just upgrade you two to the max?”

“Why not?” Yor asked. “We can set a limiter that we can release when we have to fight someone above our normal limits. Self-Biokinesis should be able to make us on par with Level 5’s at least, right?”

“It should be able to,” I rumbled as I leaned back into my chair.

And then I had an idea.

“You know…”

The two looked at me uneasily before deciding to not risk it and accessed the hive mind.

Both of them looked surprised. “You want to introduce guns into this world?!” Victor shrieked as he shot up and slammed his tiny hands on the table.

“I object to that.”

“Look, we only have so many powers we can show off. [Jack of All Trades] isn’t even that strong of a power but a gun is a gun. Wouldn’t you like to see what an armor-piercing round would do to a top tier adventurer?”

“No,” Yor replied.

“No!” Victor agreed.

“... Are you two sure that you are my clones?”

“Very.”

Victor narrowed his eyes as he looked away and sat back down. “We need to train Bell.”

Yor and I looked at him. “Why? Isn’t she progressing well?”

Victor raised an eyebrow while looking at me and then looked at Yor. “You don’t know?” he asked me while glaring at Yor.

“No? I don’t watch everything. You know I’m very busy with-”

“Either fucking Hestia raw, you lucky son of a bitch, or experimenting, we know,” Yor grunted back without meeting Victor’s gaze.

Just what was going on here?

“This guy here has been too busy pussyfooting around Bell,” Victor accused. “That she’s noticed and has been trying to accommodate herself to him.”

I stared at him and then at Victor. “Wait, wait, wait. I didn’t see anything like that -.”

“Bell hasn’t gone to the dungeon in four days.”

My mouth shut with a click.

Oh.

Oh damn.

Canon’s been derailed pretty hard without me even pushing it, huh?

“Yor and Bell ‘train’ every day and always somehow end up on top of each other.”

I was torn between teasing my first clone and facepalming.

“It’s your fault, by the way.”

“Me?!” I snapped indignantly. “What did I do?”

“God of Transformation,” Victor grunted. “It’s affecting all of us. Don’t fucking even try to say that you didn’t notice. We all noticed. I saw it.”

I looked away and clicked my tongue. “Okay, and what does that have to do with me?”

“You chose to accept the title of ‘God of Transformation,’” Victor scowled. “So nothing about us is original, not even you.”

I didn’t refute that because I kind of agreed with Victor.

“So what?”

“Bell is waiting for Yor to bring her to bed, Hestia might get knocked up if your brain is in the gutter, and neither is trying to be the best of anything,” he accused. “Can we even push them to be a better fighter? To be a combatant when both of them are just looking forward to the next dick you two will shove in them?”

It took me a second before I slapped myself as I realized what Victor was pointing to.

We eliminated Bell’s canon agency! Hestia wasn’t even focused on Bell anymore!

“We’re Freya’s main target.”

“Yes.”

“Freya is gonna send Ottar after Yor,” I groaned. This was not a question or a hypothesis but a prediction.

“Yes.”

“So why don’t we make guns and kill him?”

Victor screeched and slammed his head into the table.

In the end, we got nothing done because … because Victor was right. We have changed. Yor wasn’t a stoic me anymore. Victor wasn’t a “victim” me. I’m … not the original me. Yor wanted to go out and fight but he wasn’t interested in killing Ottar. He wanted to “improve.” Victor wasn’t interested in interesting things. He just wanted things to get “better,” and had taken charge of his own life. I just wanted to make things “easier” and damn the consequences.

Freya wasn’t the only threat to us. We were our own threats to our future plans… whatever those may be.

… Fine, if Yor and Victor won’t help, then I will make more help. These ones will simply look like monsters and live in the Dungeon.

-VB-

A/N: Victor no longer thinks like SI even though he is still connected, Yor has Changed from his original self, and MC … MC is going behind his own clones’ back. I see clusterfuck in the horizon.