The Gamer Chapter 1465 – 27 Days of Preparation 18 – A Weapon fit for a King (Patreon)

Inkaryl and Rex Magnar were sitting at either side of the table. Rave hadn’t even put Illuminare back down and Metra hadn’t asked her to either. The choice was down to a binary.

The First of Wrath sat in the armchair typically reserved for Momo or Siena, when they were reading, or John, when he was making an announcement. Her eyes drifted back and forth between her halberd and his mace. One trembled constantly with anticipation for greater violence, the other emitted a menacing aura of conquests yet to come. Both weapons were silent.

Between them stood the flask again, the heptagonal shapes inside swirling. The promise of might was right there and Metra did not know which path to follow. “To empower the weapon of my king...” Emerald eyes beheld Inkaryl. The weapon stretched its blades in response to the attention. “…or my king’s weapon.” Her eyes wandered to Rex Magnar, her fingers drummed on her sternum. “Any preference?”

It felt weird to be the one asked that question. “It would doubtlessly be more effective to give you the upgrade,” he told her. “You’re our strongest single fighter, ignoring gods.”

Metra hummed and then stood up. “How do I use this?” she asked, after grabbing the flask.

“You just pour it over the weapon,” John told her.

With her thumb, Metra flicked the expensive glass lid off the heptagonal flask. The prismatic glow radiated out into the air above, like a rainbow shaped of thin clouds. No hesitation in her movements, Metra grabbed Inkaryl.

The weapon allowed the touch. Slowly, Metra turned the flask. Viscous, the liquid poured down, slowly cascading down the central segment of the mace. With impossible equality, it ran down the six sides simultaneously. “Weapon of another world, spoil of war,” Metra spoke to Inkaryl. It stretched its blades out of its slots, to let the ichor reach its innards. “You are the scepter of a revenant gone no more. Like all my king conquers, you’ll be made his and improved because of it.” The Mythical Ichor stopped flowing at the base of the head of the weapon, where the blades were anchored to a ring of Eternal Iron. “You’re the weapon of the undeclared king. May he choose the title for himself. You will sing his glories regardless.”

The last of the liquid left the flask. Glass evaporated into nothing. Prismatic ichor seeped into metal like it was a sponge. Inkaryl sang. In a synthesized choir, the weapon sang a cascade of glorious notes. The Astrotium core, the Eternal Iron shaft, the blades of Fusionals, they all shifted on the surface.

Ultimately, the light dimmed away and left the weapon as it had looked before. Cruel, malicious, dangerous, all the things that a weapon should look like, if it was to be a deterrent to violence. Turning to John, Metra dropped to one knee and offered his mace to him on raised hands.

With a bit of hope, the Gamer gripped the shaft of Inkaryl and attempted to lift. Dissatisfying as that was, it remained too heavy for his true body. A difficulty swiftly removed by having his Creator Puppet step up and lift the mace. With a sound like a metallic heart beating, the blades slotted back into place.


Soul Synergy had become Soul Symbiont, Elemental Dominance changed to Elemental Absolutism, Revenant’s Scepter was now Undeclared’s Scepter, Lifeleech 5 had upgraded to Lifeleech 7, and True Death had become Shatter Immortality. John conjured a memory of the old Attributes, for comparison’s sake.


Just going in that order, John started with Soul Symbiont.


Right off the bat, there was something insane here. The bonus damage was 10% higher, which was nothing to sneeze at. Truly important was that John’s soul was now always of the Life type in addition to what it naturally was. Two reasons why that was of such import: one, the Revenant’s Scepter Attribute had a clause where it boosted effectiveness if he had a life soul and, two, this specifically stated the weapon’s Chosen Wielder, rather than its active one. The Chosen Wielder would refer to the Chosen Loyalty of the weapon.

John wasn’t sure what direct benefits there were from having a life-type soul, if there were any at all, but he was definitely going to take it.


This was just absolute insanity on a weapon. It gave him access to any elemental damage type he wanted and limited control over any of those elements. Given how powerful his elementals were, wielding a tenth of their power still let him pull a manifold of shenanigans. The true limitation was that he could only wield one at a time.

Even with that, always being the one to choose a type matchup was entirely worthy of being on, what was now, the strongest weapon on Earth.


A simple upgrade of 2%, nothing too interesting here.


John’s jaw nearly unhinged. He had to read the window three times before he was certain that the actual depth of that power actually entered his mind. Stumbling back, he fell into the couch. Worried haremettes were quickly upon him. One by one, they read the Attribute.

What was a powerful weapon before now shifted in the eyes of everyone into a tool of punishment like none other. “Is there any precedent for this?” John asked.

First Lydia, then Nathalia, and finally Metra all shook their heads. There were some legends about people that had stopped the rejuvenation of their physical bodies through the flow of mana. A deliberate and careful effort, to age normally, typically to live with a mortal or because they simply did not desire to continue on for another century. Similarly, there were some reports of people sucking the vitality from others and thus inducing aging. Such effects were typically fixed through healing or time, however. Negative energy countered by positive energy.

To simply break an Abyssal’s ability to prolong their life by supernatural means opened doors John did not think possible. He could doom anyone he wanted to a natural death. Anyone who faced him, any enemy who he cared to permanently scar, he could decrease their lifespan with each blow that connected. A gradual breakdown of the effect meant that even a couple of blows would have some effect. Even if his enemies got away, they would find themselves aging and eventually fading out of his threat range.

Experimentation would be needed to find out exactly how potent that was and whether there were countermeasures. Experimentation that he could not conduct ethically. Just on its face, though, this Attribute was absurd.

John had to wonder what the rest of the power budget had in store.


That was thankfully straightforward. Bonus Charisma for people he wanted to deal with, intimidation towards people he did not. Easy enough. The conditional being in effect now was enormous though. More than the doubling of the Lifeleech effect, the fact that it now worked against all targets was what mattered. The tankiness of the Creator Puppet went through the roof with that access to healing.

Those were the upgrades. Of course, there were also the two brand new Attributes to consider.


Useful, but not absurdly so. John’s capability to emit his emotions as an aura was not extended to his Creator Puppet. It having access to a more powerful version of a similar intimidation effect was going to be worthwhile to have. It would prevent unnecessary fights, hopefully.


Conditionally powerful. There were two select use cases for this that had to be kept in mind. One was that Patron Gods that died on Owned Territory would be reborn back in the Guild Hall after some time elapsed. The other was that he could plop down the infinite range teleporter in Owned Territory. For that he needed to be there with his original body as well, but it could be done.

That those two new ones were a bit on the overly conditional side was entirely fine, considering the absolute power behind the upgrades the weapon had received. Inkaryl now was, well and truly, the perfect weapon for him.


A timely arrival. John lost no time to take that SEP and use it on his Fencing Passive. Three options were given, two of them increasing his mastery with swords specifically, one letting him change to universal weapon mastery. He chose so quickly, he barely even looked at the window. Thus, Fencing was replaced with Weapon Expertise.

“Time to really get good with that thing, then,” John declared and the Creator Puppet left the room, weapon in hand. “I’ll do a solo dungeon, maybe two,” the Gamer explained to the haremettes, before they could follow. “The Creator Puppet can enter Illusion Barriers on its own, so it should be able to make an Instant Dungeon on its own.”

“Hm, I’ll allow you to take a few practice swings before I personally test its power, I guess,” Metra stated and stretched. “If we’re still taking the day off, I’m going back into shutdown. Still feeling exhausted.”

The gathering dispersed quickly after that, haremettes returning to their individual tasks after they had seen their man break the understood power ceiling in yet another way. ‘And still I am weaker than Romulus,’ John thought. The accumulations of all the ways the Apex had and continued to break common understanding of human limits retained the man’s title. Continuously, John inched closer. ‘One day, I’ll be the…’ “Hmm…” his thoughts turned into spoken words, “if I make it to the top of the world, what will they call me? Will I get the Apex title, will I be the Gamer still… will I be the Apex Gamer?”

“You’ll be King Perv,” Momo, the only one of his haremettes that had stayed in the living room, responded with absent-minded sass. Her eyes were tracing the letters on the screen of her e-reader. “Ruffler of hairs, annoyer of women, horndog of…”

John snapped his fingers. For a very brief moment, Momo tensed up, then he spoke an ingrained command with a prefix, “Unheard, Mind Control.”

“…legend, great pervert, president of the fanclub of butts, they’ll call you all of those things,” Momo finished her fresh sass delivery, as if he had never interrupted her at all. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Do tell me, what’s on your mind?” John asked.

“I’m feeling horny all of a sudden,” Momo responded truthfully and shifted where she sat. Her pale complexion was dusted with a soft red around the cheeks, although her face remained perfectly calm and her eyes continued to trail the words. Even if she did follow the hypnotic suggestions, there was always a large part of her that knew the truth. Hypnosis was nothing more than an act so convincing it became reality, especially in the case of a woman so eager and susceptible to it like her.

Momo brushed the front strand of her skirt aside and pushed her left hand between her squishy thighs. Sighing, she slipped down a few centimetres in the seat. The hand pushed a little deeper and her eyes turned glassy. Barely still concentrating on the page, she was openly masturbating for several seconds. Then she remembered John was there.

“J-just wanted to check something!” she said and hastily withdrew her hand again. Her fingers glistened and viscous strands drew between them. “I’m dripping,” she mumbled to herself.

‘Of course you are, little hypno slut,’ John thought, then played his favourite trick on her and used his mind rather than his words to give her the next command. She didn’t even realize (or didn’t act like she realized, rather) that she was being mind controlled when she suddenly closed the e-reader. “Bored?”

“Horny,” Momo responded with a clear honesty that made her blush even harder. The discrepancy between her instilled honesty and characteristic embarrassment existing simultaneously was just one of the many reasons why consensual mind control was just the best. “I want you to fuck me, Master.” Two Fireflies, one red one blue, crawled out of her poncho and expanded into two colour-coded copies of the white-eyed maid. “”All of me,”” she declared, as clothes disappeared under skin.

The Gamer grinned. Again, she was doing additionally lewd things all on her own. All he had wanted her to do was ‘offer herself in accordance to her desires’. That she was adding extra bodies into the mix was a very pleasant surprise.

Naked, the petite, pear-shaped woman sat between copies of herself. Where she was facing him, the blue and red eyed versions of her had turned around. Where she was spreading her pretty, pale pink pussy with her hands, her copies were swaying their flawlessly white butts in mirroring motions. The wings between her three bodies were gone, removing one layer of easy differentiation. There was the true Momo, panting eagerly, framed by two more Momos alluring him with their ample backsides. All three were dripping wet.

There was no way to resist it, even if he hadn’t been the catalyst of all of this. Getting on top of the middle Momo, he easily pushed into her. Extending his hands, he penetrated the other two with his fingers simultaneously. Momo only cried audibly with her primary body, the other two remained with silent shouts. They had discovered early on that her moaning with several mouths at once created some unpleasant audio effects.

That didn’t really matter. What did was that he was balls deep inside Momo, while fingering another one of her and giving the third a resounding smack, and she felt all of it. The Gamer had always loved twin aesthetics. Coitus with Undine had taught him the joys of having an orgy with one woman that was many. That he now had two such opportunities in his harem was nothing short of glorious.

Momo writhed in front of him. Momo grinded her pussy into his fingers. Momo swayed her bubble butt to get him to spank her again. “MASTER!” the middle one screamed when the right one received the jiggle-inducing smack.

It had been too many hours and three Momos were a lot for the senses of a man deeply in love with the sassy, easily embarrassed bookworm. After only a few minutes, he was ready to burst. Sheathing himself fully inside her, hitting the cushion of her bubble butt and thighs, he painted the depths of her pussy white.

Momo’s eyes opened wide, the last of her vocalizations was silenced, and she stared at the barely visible base of his cock. Each tensing of his shaft was accompanied by the tensing and releasing of all three of her bodies.

Once her orgasm had subsided, John lifted the mind control with a snap of his fingers and the simple phrase, “Cleanse.”

“Di—nngghh…” Momo tried to cuss at him with the usual pretence. The realization of her mind controlled state now hit her active mind with all the force of a realized kink. Too busy squirming to finish even a single insult, she gazed at him, the wanton intent clear.

John continued, and elsewhere his double contemplated which Instant Dungeon to enter.