The Anime Trope System: Stone vs. Viper, #6 a LitRPG (ATS)

by Alvin Atwater

  “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad ,” said a familiar voice. Selkie melted into goo, revealing the man with glowing purple eyes. A giant knife spawned from nowhere and lunged into Dark’s throat. He gagged as blood poured from his mouth. The Viper laughed, spit-sprinkles dancing over Dark’s face.

  Abruptly he awoke, panting, breathing hard. A twisted version of the previous night’s conversation…

  Dark wanted to yell. A familiar ogre grinned evilly at him. To think that she even bothered tracking him fifteen miles—what the hell?

  Episode 33 (Part 3)

  Clyde and Toru maintained blank stares as Harumi talked with the cult. Men are meat, pigs, should bow down to the power of women, blah blah —this was like a background song coming from the group leader’s lackies. They made claims of just wanting to talk to the two young men, ask a series of questions, get them to look and possibly sign some crazy form.

  The banter between went on for ten minutes, maybe longer. Anger aura had actually formed around Kitome, though the young man wasn’t sure if it was for Toru or the cult, though likely both. Sazuki could put Sub-Zero to shame , the young man thought.

  “Why are we here?” Toru said.

  “Hmm?” Clyde said.

  “He means why are we just taking this shit?” Kitome said.

  “You haven’t figured it out?” Clyde said, then waggled a finger. “You could call it scoping them out, seeing what we’re up against. So far, I have yet to spot anything that could indicate ties to the demon lord.”

  “Oh,” Kitome said, then frowned. “Then why didn’t you just say… never mind. This is Toru’s fault.”

  Toru sighed.

  “When in doubt, Kitome blames me.”

  “I do not—”

  “You know what’s bugging me,” Clyde interrupted.

  “You mean the lack of police,” Sazuki said.

  “Exactly,” Clyde said. “Why are the police so lousy?”

  Sazuki sighed, unknowing. She hadn’t experienced the patrols yet.

  “I hate demon lords,” Kitome said softly.

  “Let’s go Harumi,” Clyde called. “Fuck them.”

  The pink-haired young woman wasted no time to rejoin them. The group leader held up a finger to protest then promptly dropped it.

  “They’re actually backing off,” Sazuki said to Harumi. “What’d you say to them?”

  “For this group, it’s exactly as you said,” Harumi said. “Apologies, tears, and so on. I made a bunch of threats, pretended I knew people in high places, but mostly referenced Chika’s family and some of Toru’s. I also didn’t give their leader a chance to fire them up.”

  “Let’s go find somewhere with the least amount of eyes to Jump,” Clyde said. “Harumi, you were right. My anti-magic idea isn’t working.”

  “You sure you don’t want to walk ten miles back to the hotel,” Kitome said playfully. She gave Clyde a wicked grin. Somehow he had an arm around her. When did the sneaky magical girl…

  “Oh don’t you start,” Clyde said, poking her cheek. She giggled. He smiled, invoking a blush.

  “Clyde, you’re a masochist,” Toru said then whispered. “How do I start a harem?”

  Clyde glared at him.

  That evening at six, Clyde was in his room with a laptop, taking Chika’s example and studying a bit. Well, not really. The E-textbooks were minimized, while he switched from utilizing the search engine to learn about Niyoto, minotaur happenings, and then returning the texts of his life mate, Chika, and Tear. On Earth, he’d switch from studying to either watching anime or reading manga on his free time—not counting anything like basketball practice, hanging out with non-drinking friends, or enduring family banter.

  On Satovia, watching anime or reading manga was pointless for him. Why the hell would he do that when he lived it? He wondered, for just a split-second, if the edge lord managed to get over himself and established a party. The horrors of a party formed by that one. Well, there was a chance they’d change him. Where were the other interlopers? Were they for or against the Viper?

  Clyde dropped the thought when a knock on the door caught his attention.

  “It’s unlocked. Just come in,” he said. He’d reenable the keycard lock later.

  Kitome stepped in with a tray containing a lot of fancy food. Anime hotels for the rich. Clyde approved.

  “I just happened to have some extra,” Kitome said. Clyde gave her a look. She blushed, indignance flooding into her eyes. “Well, it’s true.”

  “If you say so,” Clyde said then gestured at her to join him. She sat the tray of food on the table, then suddenly pounced the young man. He was caught off guard as the strawberry kisses clouded his mind with the magical girl. A second knock on the door, made them pause. “What?” the young man said, irritating.

  “Clyde, we’ve got a problem,” Ming said. Kitome quickly stood, placing an innocent look on her face as the other woman walked in. “That professor lady went out digging for information, earlier. She just got back a few minutes ago looking haggard. She said there are rumors about some minotaur kidnapping a jogger a few blocks from here.” Alarm flashed into Clyde’s eyes. “Toru’s still here, don’t worry.”

  “Well, that’s one of my questions answered I suppose,” Clyde said. “Text the party for a mandatory meeting in the common room… at eight.” He let out a breath. “Thank God I’m on the first floor.” The laptop he hastily placed on his lap, just barely concealed his massive erection. Ming didn’t leave. Instead, she stood in place, carrying out the young man’s orders. There was determination in her eyes. The taste of strawberries, the feeling of Kitome straddling him—this side of her in general made him attempt to kick out the prophet. “Is there anything else, Ming?”

  “If I went down that long list, we’d be here all day,” she said, pressing the “send” button on her smart phone.

  “See you at eight then,” Clyde said.

  “I’m here to talk,” she said, taking a firm seat in a nearby chair, arms folded. The young man did not miss the glare showdown with Kitome.

  What could he say to his prophet? Get the fuck out? Well yes.

  “Can it wait?” Clyde said. “I’m—”

  “Too busy and want to blow off your prophet again,” she said.

  Clyde inhaled and exhaled, dousing his anger. Would it be reasonable to just ignore the voices of his team for sex? He didn’t answer that.

  “You know that’s not true,” Clyde said. Kitome looked as if she wanted to drag Ming to the roof and toss her off. He closed his laptop. “That’s not how I run this team. You’re welcomed to voice your concerns at any time, well, except bedtime. I excuse emergencies though.” He shot her an easy smile that didn’t work. Then she went on and on about being a prophet, her duties to Clyde and that he must pay more attention to her. She mentioned ways about increasing her usefulness to him and by the tenth minute, Clyde’s held up a hand to stop the chatterbox. “Ming, relax.”

  “What?” She said.

  “Relax,” Clyde repeated. “Handle things one step at time.”

  “But—”

  “One step at a time,” Clyde reaffirmed. At least his boner went away, enabling him to go to the table, pull up a chair and eat. Kitome sat by him without touching her food. Ming still didn’t leave. She looked as if she directly challenged the magical girl. How bold of her.

  Still, if he was going to somehow embrace a harem—he allowed himself to admit that it was—he’d have to put his foot down.

  He didn’t do so then because what asshole did when his prophet went through the trouble of coming all the way to his room to report to him. Report…as an excuse. But her timing to increase her aggression interfered with the rarest side of Kitome.

  After Clyde finished eating, he grabbed the tray.

  “I’m going to put these up then go get something from Toru.”

  “I—”

  “I’ll see you at eight,” Clyde interrupted Ming then started off, but not before
sending the women out of his room. He pulled Kitome into a hug which for sure caught her off guard. The young woman looked crestfallen after the prophet basically blocked her advances. “Thanks for the food.” Ming was about to barge in between the two, but the young man was already on his way. He practically felt Kitome give the other woman a smug look combined with a glare before heading off.

  It was time for the meetup and patrol. Minotaur monster girls… Just what the hell were they up to?

  “Goddammit Ming,” Clyde said. He almost wished that Seth swooped her away. He just wasn’t cut out for the harem shit.

  Oh, who was he kidding. He strained to hold in laughter while the girls basically battled each other. Ming actually helped him—he almost lost the chance to get credit for the quest due to the magical girl popping in on. Not that he minded.

  He wasn’t some dopey harem main character or wannabe harem king.

  “Goddammit, I’m a harem god,” Clyde said in a deadpan voice. “Sorry grandma, your favorite grandson has fallen off the path of decency.”

  He gave mental points to Hinako for finding non-combatant ways of being useful. He’d make a Team Stone member out of her, yet.

  Abruptly, Clyde stopped as he spotted an unfamiliar busty woman ahead, staring at him with hunger in her eyes. Small horns poking out of long brown hair, a super-revealing shirt….if one could call it a shirt. Brown fur coating legs, with hooves for feet. A long tail…a bull’s tail. This could not be happening.

  She probably left her axe to sneak in. Clyde analyzed the monster girl.

  Minotaur- Kira.

  Level: 106

  Type: Monster

  Work under: N/A.

  Special: All-Day-Raped. [She will rape a man until passing out, while holding him with immense strength. Then she’ll wake up, rape again, eat and bathe, then sleep. Rinse and repeat. Warning: this hold is very difficult to escape, as minotaurs are strong enough to toss cars around like rag dolls.]

  Weakness: ice

  Resistances: earth, nature, forest.

  Secret: she plans to have fifty kids with the man she declares husband.

  Clyde gulped.

  “If you’re looking for Toru, he’s on the third floor.”

  The monster girl adjusted her stance, preparing to dash toward the young man.

  Episode 33 (Part 4)

  [You have entered combat!]

  “A weakness of ice,” Clyde said. But thirty-one levels higher than him…holy shit. As a party, this would be no problem. Solo on the other hand…another story. Due to the overstrain from fighting the Abyss, he’d not rely on the power. He owed nights to Melody, Kitome, and Chika.

  Not being able to touch his own goddamn reserve was beginning to get annoying. It felt like a shitty restriction, placed by a sadistic anime writer, just so that his main character wouldn’t overpower his enemies. Except that Clyde had anyway. The young man mentally decided that his next objective would be to train for the power. Who could help…That objective.

  [Talent. Main character stuff: Extra Analyze.]

  [Your speed stat is 154. Due to laziness, Kira’s speed is 90.]

  Clyde nodded. Self-challenging time. “Let’s see what I can do while outmatched.”

  The minotaur charged him. Completely calm, he sidestepped and decided to cheat. Pulling out the Howler’s Binding Collar, which worked on beast-like creatures, he tacked the minotaur to the ground.

  Not wanting to fail like he did with Ruri, Clyde injected it with magic and buckled all in one swift move.

  [Battle…complete? Victory! No EXP. Reward: $10,000.]

  [Current personal balance: $ 11,695,400.]

  [You have enslaved Kira. The collar cannot be removed unless you release the binding or die. She will do whatever you say without objections.]

  Clyde looked at the minotaur. She scrambled to her knees and bowed.

  “How can I serve you, my master?”

  [Warning: the memory of being a slave WILL NOT go away. Plan before releasing her and recovering the collar. Dark Rare items are reusable as long as they’re not completely destroyed. They however are still evil items. Tsk, tsk. You have earned the title Welcome to the Darkside .]

  “Remember, you attacked me first,” Clyde said. “And this became the result. So Kira, welcome aboard.” He almost wasted one of Tear’s summons, but decided to just call her. “Tear, can you get here, quick?”

  She appeared in front of Clyde, wearing a silky black dress, that hugged her body too well. His eyes scooped cleavage before he swallowed. The succubus aura was definitely behind this, not that he cared. But if she resorted to doing this, when she damned well didn’t need to, the young man wasn’t paying enough attention to her. “The short version is, I used the Howler’s collar on that mino—”

  Tear pinned him to the wall, eyes shimmering into lust-mode.

  [Remember, when a succubus is in love with you, she will not gather spirit energy from another man even it her life is on the line. Without dream-jumping to do so, her lust increases and power slips closer to going out of control. You talk to her daily for mostly business, but you must be touchy-feely, show your affections. Remember, it is highly recommended to marry all of them. A succubus is one of the most powerful demonesses around. They’re normally in control when taking husband. For you, this is a super-rare case.]

  Well, since they had time. Clyde made the first kiss which set Tear off in a flurry of undressing him and her at nearly light-speed. The duo engaged in wild, sweaty sex right at the minotaur’s hoof. Something dripped on his forehead. He looked up.

  The minotaur trembled, eyes matching Chika’s, quivering half-grimacing on her face. Tear continued her machine-fast bounce, breathing hard and huskily, not paying attention to the beast-woman above the young man’s head. The spell rattled, but Tear was far too gone.

  “Shit, Tear.”

  [Warning: the minotaur’s natural magic has warded off the collar. If retrieved or refilled with magic, it can still be used.]

  As Tear let out a climatic moan, the minotaur knocked her off to the side. Or so she thought. Recharged and in an incredible mood, Tear blocked the hoof with a single finger.

  “Worms should know their places.”

  Clyde’s analyze went off and what he saw may his jaw drop.

  Name: Tear

  Level: 145 (compressed.)

  Type: Royal succubus.

  Relationship: *Beloved*

  HP: 525%

  MP: 1200%

  Stats: Her dominating stats are intellect and lust.

  Special abilities: Tier 1 skill: All Ending on the Plains of Existence.

  Secrets: In addition to belonging to a very powerful house, many of her peers want to nominate her as a Supreme Demon Lord candidate. Eventually, those peers may come to check on her, if they aren’t searching already. Anyone considered for nomination is too valuable to just let run around.

  The young man didn’t know where to begin. So after she finished beating the hell out of the minotaur and re-enslaving her, he almost blurted it out. What stopped him was the fact that Tear kept this a secret for a reason. Two, he’d let her know that he invaded her head without a care in the world. But these peers. He’d better tell Nina to keep a close eye on Toru.

  “Do you need a leash for that one?” Tear said after they dressed.

  “Ma…master, please…sex…I—”

  “Shut it,” Tear said. “Servants in your position don’t speak unless spoken too.”

  “I’m sorry!” Kira bowed.

  Clyde dreaded the humiliation the proud minotaur will probably feel if released. His succubus just wasn’t making things better, yet what could he say to her. She was holding onto his arm, cheerful. And her cheerfulness was infectious. It seemed to make the juices flow from the other monster girl’s legs just a little more. Holy shit—how horny was she? Probably very, considering she searched for a man at the hotel.

  “Can we really bring her in front of the others like this?” Clyde s
aid.

  “I suppose they’ll wonder why her leg fur is so…wet,” Tear said. The succubus tapped on a random hotel door. It opened. “In you go. Lie on the bed and spread them.”

  The minotaur eagerly did so. “I really hate using this spell. It takes too much magic and for this lowly uncivilized...how disgusting.”

  “What are you talking about?” Clyde asked.

  “Close the door, beloved,” Tear said. He did so. She thrusted one hand forward.

  [Tear activated Special Tier Skill: Golem Create.]

  A sphere of magic oozed from her hand like a melting moon, slinking onto the floor. It reformed into a humanoid creature made of rock. Tall like Clyde, it’s seemingly lifeless eyes were set on the minotaur. And the minotaur looked as if she strained against Clyde’s spell again.

  “Oh you thought I’d let my beloved give you his love,” Tear said. “Yeah right, I barely get enough—there’s no way I’d let some uncivilized trash touch him. Now, Golem, get rid of her horniness so we can get to the meeting.”

  “How long do you think this is going to take?” Clyde said. “We could just come back.”

  “Good idea,” Tear said. “I’ll need another golem to watch and make sure she doesn’t try anything in the case of the spell breaking again. Minotaur magic’s odd like that.”

  “You…can’t…my master, please take me—oh!”

  The golem began its work. Clyde and Tear closed the door, though the moans of ecstasy still pierced.

  They arrived to grim faces and determination. All were equipped, ready to kick ass. Except, Clyde wasn’t sure if a patrol was appropriate on the first night here. They needed a good layout of the city.

  Clyde almost fucked up rushing into things again…but no more. He was going to clear this area with his head.