Miguel sighs, babysitting Billy and St. Princess. "Aight, guys." They walk out of the ice cream shop. "You kids stay with Ate Gabby for today, alright?"
Billy laughs. "This place is awesome! No hypothermia! No dead bodies anywhere! I LOVE THIS EARTH!!!"
"Yeah, well, the Multiverse makes sense. So... Eh."
"I feel like you've gone soft, Billy," said Saint Princess. "This world honestly has the potential to weaken us. Let's go visit the old farm in Messianic World!"
"Isn't that a factory now?"
"No. I mean the main farm!"
"Oh... the one in the Philippines. Outskirts of Burnham, right?"
"Yeah... Wanna go there, Miguel?"
"Uh... Sure. Why not?" smiled Miguel.
"GODDAMN IT... WHAT THE HELL!?!?" roared Miguel, now in the freezing depths of the Philippines of Main World. "WHY IS IT SO COLD!?!? WASN'T LIKE THIS THE LAST TIME I WAS HERE!!!"
"It's okay," said Billy, unaffected by the blizzard. "Palace is nearby."
Miguel, Billy, and St. Princess enter the gates of the old palace, as Miguel flops down into the cold tiles, only to scream in pain because of the burning cold. "GODDAMNED... WINTER!!!" roared Miguel.
Miguel sees that there is the acting governor of that world, the Consul known as Bluford Ninjaheim.
"Hey! Get out! GET OUT!!! We don't need any visitors to Nueva Yorca's new CAPITAL PALACE!!!"
"Uh... Hey..." said Miguel.
"If it isn't the Emperor! Wow! Cheers to you, yes! Now, LEAVE!!! Now, please."
"I have jurisdiction over this world."
"And I'm bloody Lord Red, rightful heir to Akteon. What do you want?"
"You're the acting um... Governor since Beatle left this world, right?"
"Yeah. And you're that bullshit colonizer. What do you want?" asked Bluford.
"Well, Bluecordon."
"Bluford. Blu... ford... Ninjaheim. The greatest warlord of Legion. Conqueror and defeater of This Guy Ninjaheim."
"'Guy Ninjaheim?'"
"'THIS GUY Ninjaheim.' The 'This' is very important."
"I don't think it is."
"Well, it is."
"I don't believe you."
"And you should. 'Cuz it's true."
"No, it isn't."
"Agree to disagree."
"Agreeing that 'this' isn't important."
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
"Ah. THEN LEAVE!!!"
"What? No... This home belongs to Billy and St. Princess."
"And I don't care about that political dynasty of yours. They get to have the Multiverse's religious control now as the literal Multiversal Pope. They claim to be the rightful leader of the Multiverse, but look what they did to our world! They practically fucking RAPED it!"
"They saved it. We saved it."
"Yeah. Took you long enough! Now, begone!"
"I don't like your tone." Miguel punches his palm. "Lest you wanna fight..."
"I am Bluford Ninjaheim. Emperor of America. My father, Unter Ligtning of Akteon, sends his regards, fool."
"Who the hell are these people?"
Emperor Bluford takes out a red laser sword and unleashes his cape. He places a shinobi's cowl over his head. "You wanna challenge me?" asked Bluford.
"That I will..." smirked Miguel.
He laughs. "What are you gonna do? Dance with that little 21st Century hoodie of yours! Talk about bloody outdated! Again. Unter sends his regards..."
"WHO THE HELL IS UNTER!?!?" asked Miguel.
"Unter Lightning... is the King of Akteon."
"WHO THE FUCK... WHAT THE FUCK IS AKTEON!?!?"
"You will not speak lightly of my Kingdom... Fool..."
Billy grabs his sleeve. "Do NOT fight him, Miguel."
St. Princeess smiles. "Kinda wanna see what happens here."
"Miguel, no," said Billy.
Miguel smirks. "Don't worry, kid. What can he do, anyway?"
Bluford stares at Miguel. "Long ago... My father, King Unter Azulon Lightning, defeated Red Crimson Lightning I, his elder brother, and took the throne of Akteon himself. And I am the last of the Lightning Dynasty. I shall defeat ye, mighty foe, for I am the rightful heir to the throne of Akteon.. And thus... Legion... And thus... The rightful Emperor of Nueva Yorca. I may be a bastard... But I will honor father and beat you senseless, demidemon."
Mguel smirks and prepares to fight.
Bluford's weary eyes represent some sort of Usog, with a sense of guardedness.
"Heh..." Miguel prepares Cold Shot. "COLD-!!!"
Bluford zaps Miguel in the chest, knocking him down and electrocuting him alive.
Miguel screams in pain as Bluford smirks and lifts him up with ease.
Bluford beats him, electrocuting him in each second, causing him to spasm and twitch in pain.
Miguel jumps up, spinning and kicking him only for be electrocuted once more, knocking Miguel down.
Miguel transforms into his Diwata State, but Bluford is unfazed by any of Miguel's punches. Miguel growls, turning into Wrathful Faith, only to be one-shotted by Bluford.
Miguel slowly wakes up, coughing as he sees Bluford at the foot of his bed.
"So... You're the Aswang Prince they speak of."
"That I am," coughed Miguel.
"The kids are safe. Garden."
Billy and St. Princess play with their iPads.
"You... must've been freezing... Wearing only a black hoodie in this times..." said Bluford.
"I feel warmer."
"There are... seats... seats that are empty in the council. Red II is one seat which is empty. He remains empty for a very good reason. His birth insulted the throne."
"You're a bastard."
"Least I'm of royal blood. And Red II is the son of a peasant. Thus his father lost such power."
"Great. More unjustified laws," Miguel rolled his eyes.
"You may call me arrogant, boy."
"No, I didn't."
"Oh, you did..." He points to his temple. "Up here. And let me remind you. I don't care about your foolish petty squabbles in the other worlds. My purpose is to protect my people from it. Thus, leave, colonizer."
"Why does that matter? We're here to protect you."
Bluford laughs. "'Protecting us!?' I watched my villages and people burn because of you. You have to figure out who gets the last of the scraps of each burning village. And you... you so-called emperors... You just sit there like nobility while I, an actual Emperor, has to eat this fucking schlop..." He throws literal dubious food to the ground, one from his plate. "I don't care about myself... I care about the throne. And I'm the only one who sat there. So, in other words, I don't care if you're of higher authority than me. This is my domain. And I say, leave."
"This is Beatle's palace. This is the Philippines."
"Last I checked in the history books the Americans had control over this country."
"No, they didn't."
"Decontrol Program. Alejandro Lichauco. That single program allowed America to continue ruling over your land. Now that the roles are reversed... the Philippines ruled with an iron fist over my people... And finally, I get to say this to your empire. Fuck off."
Miguel grabs him by the cloak. "Listen, bibingka bitch. I don't give a tool about Morningstar Prime. Whatever she did, that's on her."
"Cosmic squabblers are all the same. I watched nations rise and fall and Beatle was always there. How come?"
"He's been trying to SAVE everyone you ungrateful FUCK!!!"
"Well... He should've tried harder."
Miguel remembers Anna's words and his eyes glow white.
Bluford smirks. "You let go because of your morals. I goaded you into fighting because of mine. My pride. The culture of the Monopolians. Well, conqueror?" he asked, as Miguel walked away. "Anything else to add, may I ask?"
"Shut up," sighed Miguel.