A shadowy figure loomed across the alleys of an abundant look city. It was mostly silent in the area but there were actually people who were walking around in alert with soldiers. As the loomed away in shadow steps. A system window was popped up in the way.
[Floor 950
Collected 3/3 fragments. Destroyed 2/3 waystones.]
The figure cuts through a large serpent like monsters and stands above the building, away from watchful eyes.
He was vash, but his stance and presence had changed.. There was no emotions in his movement, as though he doesn't want to do something reckless again.
He looked as though he had been carved out of shadow and discipline—every line of his attire precise, deliberate, and faintly dangerous.
The coat was the first thing one noticed: a long, black leather mantle that clung to his frame like a second skin before cascading down into a dramatic split tail. Its interior lining, a deep crimson, flashed subtly with each movement, like the quiet pulse of something alive beneath the darkness. Silver embroidery traced the edges near the hem—ornate, almost aristocratic, suggesting lineage or allegiance that was never openly spoken.
Across his torso, the coat fastened not with simple buttons, but with a series of tight, horizontal buckles—functional, yet restrictive, as if the garment itself imposed control upon its wearer. Beneath it, a high-collared black shirt rose sharply around his neck, reinforcing an air of detachment, of someone who allowed no vulnerability to escape.
His gloves extended past the wrists, fitted and dark, with additional straps that mirrored the disciplined severity of the coat. They suggested readiness—not for elegance, but for conflict. The trousers, equally fitted, carried the same language of restraint, with a strapped holster secured at his thigh—practical, understated, and ominous in implication.
His boots were polished, high, and reinforced with buckled bands, grounding the entire ensemble with a militaristic edge. Every piece seemed engineered not just for appearance, but for purpose.
His face face covered with black fool mask. Which was frowning as he stared at the people from the top, and just turned to walk away.
He takes off his fool mask, only to show his face covered with a cloth mask again. Showing himself to be vash. Leaving behind the glowing system window, saying.
[Across the shadows: slaughter everywhere creature who meets your footing. (Kill the anything that comes in contact or in front of you)]
He keeps moving forward and puts the mask back on.. Disappearing in a blur of speed.
The city behind him glitches and disappears.... And the people gets teleported to the place where only women.... Now everyone from floor 900 to 950 we're living at. Man, women, teens, kids... Just like on earth... But, this didn't happen right away.
Three years ago, when vash opened that abundant door... The floor 900 and 901 got connected right away... Vash didn't understand what or why it happened... But, he didn't care anymore... He understood by now that the system is using him for something.. And decided to go along.. But in his own way.
He spent the 1 year to clear the floors and bring the people together.
But,.. Everyone who came from different floors were together on one after vash cleared the hurdles. So, obviously they had a sense of worry... And it took 1.5 years to make them come to a mutual understanding with each other... Only to find himself finally getting a warning.. Where he had to kill anyone he crosses his path with... So, out of everything... He decides to get away from them... Becoming shadow to the people he bought together on his own... Only to get absolutely no praise for it.
He became a hero, who no one knows about... A shadow that no one looks at.... A figure that looks only to bring them back to where they belong. A hero, even he doesn't know why he became.
Because, he doesn't want praise.. He doesn't feel bad for them not being at their homes... He feels bad because the parents who raised them might've forgot them completely... These people forgot themselves too... So, why bother saving them, you ask?.... Because, vash wants to act indifferent but his heart is not made to withstand too much emotions at once... All thanks to his mother... Since, she's the most emotional in his family... Some genes stay inside you even if you want them to disappear.
The scenery shifts and in a large pithole under one of the ruined buildings stood vash.. His clothes and mask color blending him with shadows even if just a little due to being on the open area, as he stood in the middle calmly... A voice breaks out from the darker side of the pit.
???:"Oh my~... Looks like we have more people compared to last year."
it was undeniably an male voice and Just as he finished his sentence. Another voice erupted from a different side, this time sounding like a little kid. Responding with.
???:"mmh~... He's full of flesh and blood... He'll make a great feast for the members~."
The kid sounded a bit more.... Seductive... Like a type of someone who takes pleasure from blood.... As an.. Cannibal.
Vash just glanced towards where the sound came from. And back in front... Silently making his way forward. As more voices started to mutter around him. He continued his way down the dark path. The voices growing louder and louder as he pushes something that presumably was a door and a bright light hits his masked face. He pushes the door completely and enters inside... Revealing a big auditorium filled with many masked people in formal clothes and a party or different type of mask covering their faces, and the big stage with a host and a hostess standing in a formal suit and a formal dress respectively. Both standing on the different sides of an cage with a male human like creature tied and trapped inside. It had hair that looked like flames, and wings like phionix. His body bruised on certain areas as his eyes glared into the soul of everyone looking at him. This was like a auction house, hidden from the eyes of everyone above the surface.
Everyone turns to the door opening sounds and looks at vash... Who just starts walking down the stairs and reaches the door on the underside of the stage towards the exit of Hall. But, he pauses for a moment and turns towards the host on the stage.
Vash:"where is.... The roundtable conference ?"
The host flinches from the sudden eye contact and question.. But just says.
Host:"To the left after you exit.... 7th door.. You.. You won't miss it, sir."
He said in a elegant and proper way... Though unnerved by the sudden invasion. But, decides to say nothing as the individual has done nothing but pass through the Hall. And so, he continues the auction.
Host:"So, ladies and gentlemen... Ahem!.. Let's continue where we left off... The bid starts from 70 million vëmirz!!"
Vash exits the Hall and walks by the doors on the way.. Stopping in front of the seventh door.. Or rather.... A Royal gate like door with a smiling and a frowning clown faces on each door respectively. Inside was a big table with 13 chairs around a circular dark brown Royal table. Out of which, 12 were already acquired by different people. 5 men:1 red haired and muscular, 3 black haired with 2 elegant looking men and 1 long haired and self praising looking man who kept looking at mirror after every 2 seconds, 4 ladies: all of them in a different color dresses with one having blonde hair, another with black hair, next with silver hair and the last one had brown hair, 2 kids:1 boy blonde hair and 1 girl with pink hair, and a single old man in his 60s. All of them wearing a different type of mask on their faces... And everyone had a different name on the plates on their left side of the coats.
Vash made his seat to the remaining 13th chair in front of the door. The little boy with golden eyes and blonde hair on the other side of the table grins looking at him. His name badge had the texts: "Xero" Wearing a party blue mask. He looks like a 9 to 10 year old, but his way of sitting and expressions were that of an matured adult. Clearly enough... Everyone here have a distinct behavior but not so different or awkward.
Everyone seems to be holding a glass of wine, and vash too got a glass of wine and a name badge from a waiter that enters right after few moments. And. It was a a random name just like everyone: "Zyric".
He sticks it on his left side and takes the wine glass.. Placing it in front of him on the table. Suddenly the kid "xero" Chimes up and says.
Xero:"it's not everyday that we get a new member... Especially not right after so many new people have came in this world.... Haa... So, what's got you hair... Nii-chan~."
His accent was proper for English but "nii-chan"?... He is Japanese. Vash didn't expect that but decides to leave that and reply to the question in front.
Vash:"i can ask you the same thing, don't you think?... I mean, you're a kid.. Yet you're at a place where adults do every kind of things, trafficking, organ selling, human flesh eating, R–pes, and who knows what else... So, what's your excuse to be here?"
The kid's expression didn't waver as he kept grinning at him like it was a expected question.... But instead of answering that. He says something entirely out of expectations.
Xero:"You look delicious.... I really wonder how your heart might taste,...zyric-chan~."
He licks his lips and had a slight blush across both cheeks. His eyes glinting weirdly aroused.
Right after his sentence was finished, the man across the table on the right starts his sentence in a elegant and polite way, his accent sounding a little different than the boy's. Most likely a Korean. The badge showing the name: "Admin" In a white smiling clown mask. Seems like this was the admin of this event.
Admin:"Now, now,... Xero-ssi, we should welcome our new member kindly instead of making them uncomfortable with that kind of talk."
"Zyric-ssi, welcome to the roundtable poker of the 13 lords... Would you like to tell us about yourself?"
His question sounded fairly normal... But, it held a certain type of expectation... Like, he wants to test if vash was capable of sitting here or not. But, vash responded with something.. That shocked everyone in the hall.