"BURNING BURNING BURNING!!! EVERYTHING IS BURNING!!!" sang Chris. "SCORCHING SCORCHING SCORCHING!!! EVERYTHING IS-!!!"
"Stop... singing that fucking song, dumbass!" boomed Jedan.
"Wait. Both of you shut up," said the Reaper, eyeing a bar.
The Reaper, Slime Tutorial, and Lord Marvel enter as the metallic sliding doors open, detecting their body heat according to the Reaper's tongue, who tasted the radiation.
The trio sat on three high stools. The Reaper turns to the bartender. "We're foreigners. Give us something compatible with our carbon-based bodies."
"You three from Earth?" asked the bartender, pouring them some sort of blue-shade alcohol from a glass bottle.
"Mhm. We killed a bandit. He told us this place was a sanctuary of sorts."
"That we are," the bartender spat in the shot glass and cleaned it with a tissue.
"That's fucking unhygienic-..." said Slime Tutorial, as the Reaper kicks him in the shin.
"Don't mind him. He's face blind and stupid," the Reaper explained.
"Fuck me..." grunted Slime Tutorial.
Lord Marvel takes a look at the frog-like bartender. "So you're a palaka, huh?"
"I'm what the locals call a Gapemaw."
Lord laughs. "That name's stupid!"
"Means I eat dumbasses like you for breakfast," the bartender slammed his fingers on the table.
"This guy's hysterical!" smiled and laughed Lord.
The bartender sighs in frustration and walks toward the back of the bar.
The trio are given three shots each, with each drink having an aroma of whiskey mixed with ginger ale and honey.
They drank three shots and slammed the shots on the table, obviously tired from the journey.
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"Holy fuck, that was dehydrating..." Slime Tutorial complained, eyes twitching and lips puckering from the prickly taste of whatever they just drank.
"You like it? AEsir Mead, they call it," laughed the bartender.
The Reaper fixed his throat a bit. "It's whatever."
Meanwhile, Slime Tutorial and Lord Marvel are absolutely disgusted. Slime Tutorial runs outside, puke spurting out of his face like a fountain, before puking into a barrel.
Lord Marvel swallows his own puke.
"You Humans sure are fucking weird," said the bartender.
Slime Tutorial falls face-first and stands right back up. He points his finger right at the bartender's face by stretching his arm across the bar. "LISTEN, FROGGY!!! RACIST FROG MAN!!! Did you or DID YOU NOT... Just poison us!? Because if you did, I'LL REPORT YOU TO YOUR PLANET'S FOOD DEPARTMENT!!! AND WHERE IN GOD'S NAME IS THE FOOD INSPECTOR!?!? ANY YELP ARTISTS AROUND HERE!?!?"
"Jesus Christ, will you shut the fuck up?" asked the Reaper. "Where are we, exactly?"
"You're in one of the Hellish Worlds. Planet X. A planet that hosts the Elder gods, whom the Monotheist's God challenged eons ago. Planet is the size of a Red Giant. Half's a city utopia, the other's a burning desert where squatters like yours truly live on. The desert is honestly safer than the city. And I take it you're plannin' to go there, yeah?"
"Do they have ships?"
"The planet orbits the entire Multiverse several times light's speed. Take a ship that could leap you into your world. There are docks in the city. Then again, gods don't take too kindly to mortals."
"I heard a couple of mortals killed gods."
"They did. But they'd just respawn in the Omniverse's Prime Forge. Doesn't matter."
"Welp, we're goin'..." said the Reaper.
"Can we please rehydrate!?" asked Slime Tutorial.
The Reaper tosses a coin toward the bartender, where the bartender tosses the pair a couple of canned drinks: Water.
"Coulda just given us this..." sighed Jedan.
Chris just drinks it all the way, opening the can and drinking all of them.
"Damn. Bandit was holdin'," smiled Jedan, following after the Reaper.
The Reaper, Slime Tutorial, and Lord Marvel finally reach the city, which is heavily walled.
"We need a way to get in-..."
The Reaper grabs Slime Tutorial and Lord Marvel, and immediately, they're inside.
"You can-!" yelled Jedan. "You have another type of Usog!?"
"Kinda..." said the Reaper, sighing.
The trio sees a massive and beautiful cityscape complete with beautiful fountains and parks, with so-called gods, younger ones, skateboarding and riding hoverboards while listening to music from their earpieces. The city looks like a paradise, with people walking in the streets wearing astoundingly beautiful clothes while several others wore regular suits and costumes. This city is only known as Olympus.
Meanwhile, the three heroes are obviously met with eyes that stung their very existence. They are obviously ignored here. Their kind may also be unwanted by some, simply by the gaze of the other gods'.
The Reaper is horrified, seeing the flag and banner that had captured the city for a longe while now...
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"Fuck..." said the Reaper.
"GET THEM!!!" yelled a Royal Guard, who wore a Superman-esque outfit. "THEY'RE THE VISITORS FROM A WORLD BELONGING TO THE BLACK SPIRAL!!!"
The Reaper, Slime Tutorial, and Lord Marvel hold their fists up, before being knocked unconscious