He sighed heavily as he watched through the orb-like monitors, of his 'children' doing their missions on removing the anomalies with the usage of being an omnipotent being.

The said anomalies disrupt a fragment of the balance within the universe. Corrupting the balance. Fragments they may be, but they are fissures on releasing a dangerous being that he and several other primordial beings had trouble on defeating, lest sealing him.

And his children, are people who have been reincarnated, relived as his children of a multi-universe organization that he made called; Dimension Hoppers.

The child he is currently observing is currently fighting in an alternate sandbox universe of High School DxD.

Sandbox universe is one of the four types of universes. The Sandbox is kinda like save files in a game, being able to reset completely or start from any point. These universes are meant for entertainment and training for his 'children' Multiwalkers.

*Activating D.H Database*

*Neramo, one of the first 4 multiwalkers with cosmic energy. He was from an RWBY universe. His semblance was to allow unlimited, mental control of his saw blades.

He gave the child, who is now centuries old despite his appearance, a pocket watch that helps him to control Time. And that he has the powers of Time, able to override other people with Time powers as he is extremely fluent with it. And that he was a leader of the Time Division. A department on people who has powers of time or any similarities to it.

Although the side effect is that he has grey eyes, making everyone think, except for the ones who know him truly, to be blind.

Anyways, he was resurrected as Multiwalker when he got sliced by Blake and Adam as he was a stowaway on the train they raided. Such as it harbors great hate for each.

And by that he despises most protagonist, despite being one of himself, along with others that make their lives miserable.*

*Ending D.H Database*

As that was put in his main Dimension Hopper of Neramo's database.

He has, at the current, at least 500+ Multiwalkers existing. All of them have their own strength and capable of what they can do.

But with the 'Dark Ones' making fissures, popping out anomalies and screwing up the balance of the multiverse, the Dimension Hopper organization is seemingly getting outnumbered slowly in his Predicting Time Table, or the P.T.T for short.

Some of his children are capable of dealing with the 'Dark Ones' but would have a hard time defeating them on their own basis of problems... Well, depending on the situation as it goes.

"There had been several Gamers that have been detected on the Reality Universes." A female voice said as he lazily glanced to the person who spoke and was standing in front of his desk.

The said person is a female, her name is Alexander Tricia as she was holding a tablet.

*Activating D.H. Database*

Name: Mira Alexander

Element: Radiation

Home-World Universe: Fallout (Game)

How she became a Multiwalker: Sergeant Mira Alexander, while patrolling the wastes, she and her squad were ambushed by a brigand of Caesar's Legion. Outnumbered, she and her squad fought to the last man until she was deemed to be captured. Although she was then thrown into a high concentration area of radiation. She was given a choice to either be a slave in order to live or to walk through the Land of Death with almost no chance to live.

She chose the latter. Not wanting to live as a slave. As she was succumbing into death's door, she cursed them in hopes that they would be avenged by their comrades. But that seemed to let her gave another chance but fate has other plans for her.

She was then turned into a member of the Multiwalker.

Division: Space

Personality: Strictly militarily disciplined to the bone. Strict, but kind to those who wish to return it to her. Even a soldier, she acts like a rowdy woman like a cowboy.

Combat Style: Armed with plasma weaponry and some unique sets of weapons. Mainly focuses on range, but fairly good in melee combat. If the situation needs it, she would use her flaming sword shishkebab, named Gehenna. Although cursed with radiation, it also gave her a power advantage. She was reborn with control of radiation, able to warp the dangerous substance to deadly use. Poisoning a person with but a single touch, and could make the air around her contagious with radiation.

She also has abnormal regenerative abilities, able to heal quickly without the usage of stimpaks.

Appearance: Her appearance was destroyed due to radiation, necrotic flesh fused along with her damaged NCR Ranger Combat Armor. Her helmet is fused into her skull, but she is able to remove the lower part of the helmet, to which she can eat without worries.

*Ending D.H. Database*

"Yes it has... Send in a Multiwalker and have the Gamer to return back to the sandbox universes. Do tell them to be polite, if the opposite party is hostile, then do it by force but please try not to smash their skulls in if possible." He said.

"Yes, Gentleman." She bowed her head before rushing out to carry out his orders.

He merely sighed before looking back to his camera systems observing several people.

His multiwalkers are doing a fine job, able to stomp through most of the multiverse's threats and having to remove any anomalies and hunt down rogue Gamers.

He'd compare a low tier multiwalker on several Gamers that had reached the minimum strength on an even fight.

A non-gamer entity would honestly have some trouble fighting a multiwalker one on one, but that highly depends on who the multiwalker they are fighting.

He has 4 multiwalkers that are able to beat dozens of powerful Gamers in the multiverse, but he had a feeling that he still lacked his personels' quality of power in his organization to deal with them.

Gamers, in Multiwalker's perspective, are basically overpowered, reckless civilians.

While the Gamers see them as Multiverse's police or 'party poopers'.

Keeping them all in check is a troublesome job. Just to make sure that none of them had gone out of their sandbox universes, and regularly on check them secretly without their acknowledgment from time to time.

Almost out of nowhere, his monitor seemed to glow several times before the scene switched to a figure that was unconscious and was standing in darkness.

"And what do we have here?" He said to himself. Using his omnipotent powers, he checked this unknown figure both inside and outside.

He raised his brow in interest. 'A Gamer? No, it cant be. He doesn't feel like a Gamer at all, more like a formal version of it? An infused version? I can't tell...'

The said figure was an Undead. He was a male, and he wore a worn out looking-armor though sealed tight on most of his body - no doubt about it - with the highlighted colors of red and black. With a black, tattered cape that was covering his right arm.

On his waists are dual scythes that seem to radiate a poisonous aura around is blades. He also has something on his wrist, he could tell its something like a wrist gun, but its barrel is much too wide like the size of a cannon.

He couldn't see his face properly as it was covered in darkness, but he could tell that his skin is deathly pale, and has black-onyx hair.

'I wonder why my orb chose this man?' He thought confusingly before pushing his thoughts away. 'No matter, he is quite interesting considering that I seem to cant penetrate his mental barrier... Interesting...'

Afterward, he used his powers to summon this stranger into his white-brimmed office. A pillar of darkness emerged before slowly diminishing, showing a figure lying down in front of his desk.

He leaned over, seeing that he is still unconscious. "Huh, still sleeping aren't we? Well then, time to wake you up." He snapped his fingers as he poured a sprinkle of his power to the unconscious figure.

I slowly open my eyes, fully knowing that I am just sleeping on the bed of mine the moment the game shut down.

But that wasn't the thing he was supposed to see.

My eyes were just filled with whiteness. I blinked and slowly sat up, noticing that my whole body seemed to be strained, yet light, going against something.

I then noticed that I was wearing my [Doom Knight] armor. I slowly held my hand close to my face and could felt the strain.

(Imagine AQ worlds Doom Knight armor... You'll get it)

'Impossible... There shouldn't be any senses in the game.' I thought. 'Is this YGGDRASIL Mk II? A delayed update?.'

"No, I'm afraid it's not good sir." I snapped to where the voice was at.

He saw only a giant orb behind a flat desk with screens on the air seemingly observing other people fighting? Wait, why is there a giant ass mech riding a huge ass monster!? The fuck is going on!? Is that a new anime?

"Eyes at here sir." The voice said again. He could hear the snapping of fingers as the voice said. "And no, that is not what you think it is."

"Where the hell are you?" I looked around.

The voice chuckled in amusement. "In front of you." Proving it, the orb then glowed brightly.

I felt my eyes slowly became wider. "Where the hell am I?" I asked, whilst seemingly to feel my emotions were faint, suppressed even.

"You are currently in my office, in the plane of the Dimension Hoppers. And so, welcome to the Multiwalkers."

"Wait, what!?" I said confusingly.

I could seriously sense that the orb 'smiled'. "No doubt this will answer your questions you seek."

Before I could ask, my head was filled with both pain and memories. It was like spinning around for about 2 hours and stopped suddenly kind of feeling, but it's too fucking worse than the Spinning Wall!

I pant in relief as I took several intakes of air. "What the hell did you just do!?" I shouted.

"Calm down, don't worry about it. The pain is just the side effect of receiving a mind share. You will experience the memories in about... Now."

Almost too instantaneous the moment he said it, I suddenly see visions of the... Universe?

I saw different kinds of worlds, realms, hell even dimensions! I even saw different people grouped together as they were fighting different kinds of humongous fucking monsters!

Images of different people, strange powers, languages, and monsters filling my sight.

Beings and figures filled with a sense of primordial power, almost like the universe were made by them, and from them!

Almost after a seemingly eternal time of being high in mixed forms of ecstasy, I shook my head several times, trying to push the feeling of daze away.

"So... You understand now?" He said. "And surprisingly your mental defenses just let it through... Weird." He barely heard him said that.

"Yeah," I grunted. "But still... Gamers... Gaia... Dark Ones... Eaters... Worlds... This is too fucking new for me, Gentleman!" I said frustratingly onto the primordial being of a god named 'Gentleman' as the memory stated.

"Don't worry about it, you'll live through with it soon." He said dismissively and that made me more pissed off.

*Le change to 3rd PoV*

A non-existent tick mark appeared on the undead player's forehead. "You fooling around? I just want to get back home!"

"But do you want to though?"

That made him confused. "What do you mean, want to?"

"Do you really want to return to your world?" He asked again.

"Yes, I..." He then finally realized that upon returning back to his world, which is now deemed to be a crowded planet, with the population going out of control already and nature by hundreds of years ago is now almost gone.

"..."

"So... you still want to?"

He immediately pondered that question. Would he want to? He didn't have any attachment back home, his family kicked him out, he had no love life, barely any friends and only some acquaintances, a decent pay grade from a shitty job...

He only had friends back in the YGGDRASIL, he still can't believe that he came from an anime called 'Overlord', still shocked about that but there was no time to think about it.

He mentally shook his mind before saying. "...I will go for no." He sighed neutrally.

"Good... But, I can teleport anything from your old world here."

"Wait, like now?" He snapped his head towards the orb.

"Immediately." The orb glowed for a second as if it was 'nodding'.

"Anything?"

"I just said that didn't I?"

"Well..." He placed his hand on his chin. "Can you transport my... bike then?"

"Done." Almost instantly, a rusty looking bike appeared in front of the Player. The bike is colored black and red, with some mixture of a cyan flame-tattooed paint job. So a normal bike.

"My bike..." He said emotionally as he hugged his bike. The scene was quite... Comical. Although the bike is bit... big for him to ride on. He will no doubt break it the moment he sat on it.

"I can change it to your... adjustments if you like." The bike glowed brightly. Askad was momentarily blinded by the light before it glimmered down and he looked down and he was really... really shocked to the core of what he saw.

His bike changed, greatly.

Just imagine it to be Ghost Rider's Bike. Wheels burn in flames, and the skulls hull, except the hull or chassis of the bike, is color black. And it's flame paint job was then color cyan, but if one looks very closely, the paint job seems to be moving like an actual flame but slowly.

"Holy..." He said, lost in words. "Raider..." He laid his hands on the chassis as he slowly gets the feel on it.

It is the same bike he owned in reality, but yet it gives out a different sense of aura... Like he could feel a connection with the bike.

"You could say that the bike is somewhat 'alive'." The orb, Gentleman, said as if he answered what was in Askad's thoughts.

"What did you do to my bike?" He said, not in anger but in confusion and astonishment.

"I gave you the memory of a being called 'Ghost Rider' right?" He nodded. "Then its like that, like his bike."

Askad then looked back onto his bike, reminiscing the memory fragment that he was suddenly given. He slowly sat on it, the feeling the motor engine purr in glee. And its flames, making him feel only its warmth, and not its deadly heat.

He smiled as he patted the bike, making it purr loudly.

"I'll call you... Flame Raider..." The bike's engine revved loudly as if it answered him. "You like it huh?"

Checking out and tinkering with his bike for some time, he looked up towards Gentleman. "So you're a primordial god huh?"

He could sense that the orb 'shrugged'. "Something like that was kinda like the King of the Gods over gods over gods."

He rolled his eyes. "By the way, don't you have a form?"

The orb dimmed momentarily. "That I do, but being in a physical form of mine is quite... Stuffy." He said in a slight sense of discomfort. "Try to imagine wearing several layers of thick clothes, and wanting to get out to a cold place but already in a cold place."

"..."

"Yeah, that's how it feels for me."

"You are quite casual for a strong ass primordial being, Gentleman... No offense there."

The orb chuckled. "None taken. I have lived eons of eons, you're a man of understanding considering from what I saw from your mind, you'd know about it."

"Yeah, living for quite a long ass time would make you go a bit... normalish? In a way?"

The orb chuckled. "Something like that, if that's how you'd put it."

They both laughed wholeheartedly before calming down. Gentleman then spoke first. "Now, you may know how I initiate my new Multiwalkers considering how I gave you some insight, I'll be giving you an assignment."

"Sure, what's up?"

"You'll be... Wait, you're not going to say that you'd be joining my organization?"

"Meh, who gives a damn no more?" The player shrugged, seemingly without care. "I mean, seeing myself given a good opportunity to have some action? I'd rather just stay like it than waiting in my world to die without anything I've done in my entire life!"

"...So you sure?"

"Damn right I'm sure enough." The player made his hand into a fist and gripped his armored hand tightly. "So, what's the mission... Boss?"

"Heh, going for Metal Gear eh? Ok, you'll be dropped into a world of Akame Ga Kill. You'll be assigned with a group of Multiwalkers whom you will assist them with the mission to search for an anomaly and eliminate it. But after the mission, you'll then be part of their team. Simple enough huh?"

Askad nodded. "Yeah, but don't think that you'll have your guard down you overpowered sonofabtch." He joked. "There are also other being's that I've sensed within that world, I won't tell you how strong are they, but you'll see soon enough."

Before Askad could ask any more, a beam of light emerged at Askad before he and the bike disappeared. Leaving Gentleman in his office alone.

"Hmmmm... To think that he is almost powerful enough to beat 'him'..." He pondered his own thoughts before looking back into his screens and writing a database of Askad into the mainframe.

Universe: Akame Ga Kill (Alternate Universe)

Timeline: Formation of Jaegers

Location: Error

Shifting to Askad's part.

He had thought that transportation would be quite formal, and normalish in his opinion, but to think it would have to be something like this!?

He was falling down from the skies, almost wayyyyy too fucking high from the ground. Like he's coming in down from the f**king atmosphere! Noticing that he is above the clouds. So it has to be that fucking high.

"DAMN IT G-MAN!" He shouted. "COULDNT YOU HAVE DONE IT SOMETHING MORE NORMAL!?" He felt something was pushing his emotions down as he was covered in a green aura.

He then calmly looked around before noticing his bike was falling beside him, he quickly got into it and rev its engine.

As he was nearing the clouds, he could barely see the ground, as it was covered in green. Forests as it seems to be.

The cyan orbs in his sockets glowed brightly before becoming dimmer. "Dang it, as much as I wanted to enjoy the scenery, I'm still FALLING THE FUCK DOWN!" He shouted to no one in particular but to himself obviously.

His bike then suddenly revved as its flames on its wheels became bigger.

"What the?!" He shouted in surprise.

The bike then moved its wheels, going forward. And instead of pointing downwards to the ground, he found himself moving across the sky.

"THIS IS AN AMAZING BIKE!" He would have shouted anything really, but I mean, after all those memories he was given to, you can't be surprised on a flying fucking motorcycle going through the sky?

Riding his bike across the sky, with its trails of fire behind, he then quickly guided himself down to the ground.

As much as he wanted to have some fun, he'd be seen by people from below and that would make a disturbance and would cause some attention to both the Imperials and the Rebels of this world. And they'll just slow him down on finding this anomaly in one of the anime worlds...

Still can't believe he is in one of the old ass anime worlds. But then again, he couldn't speak much of himself being part of an anime series of a book huh?

Tuning down his engine more quietly as he strides across the skies.

He scanned the ground below, searching for a good spot to land without drawing any attention.

Finding one, he quickly but surely went to the spot he saw. The moment he touched the ground, he quickly turned off his bike. Or at least he tried to.

It took him a while to turn his bike's engine off. Thinking that it's going to be the same old way, took him for quite a moment just by telling his bike to turn off, or rather its engine.

Off it is, but it's still functional, only somewhat restricted.

After tweaking with his bike, he then pondered on the memories of information that he had received about this world.

He wouldn't know that he might be in the same timeline of this world's canon, but at least he'll have a foundation of being able to do something.

Or just ignore what I just wrote there a while ago because I'm putting in nonsense.

He quickly changed his appearance to a less-flashy-and-less-attention-grabbing attire.

He now wears a black trench coat with skull marks on the back, black shirt, black-greyish pants, a ragged scarf which covers his neck and the lower part of his face (which is the mouth).

(Imagine Madness Hank's gear with the mix of Riot Gear from Fallout... Yea)

His skin is basically colored black and feels like the boney-like texture of a feeling. (Basically, it feels like stainless steel except it's fleshy)

However, putting on his lesser-godlike weaponry, which is clawed daggers with runic symbols on its blades. (Toa Mahri, Matoro's weapon... Something like that on the basis) Magically enchanted with extreme durability and {Dark Touch}.

{Dark Touch} is a similar attribute of skill to an Elder Lich's {Negative Touch}.

And adding in a ranged weapon which are two, short burst shotguns namely [Twin Destroyers]. Double Barrel. I mean... Why the fuck not? Anyways, they have {Black Flame} and {Correct Shots}, and several other enchantments that you will learn soon enough.

{Black Flame} is an unholy attribute of normal fire spell. While {Correct Shots} is just a ranged-weapon enchantment that allows the user of the said weapon to shoot accurately at the target... Because shotguns... Spread is too fucking wide.

He, in a nutshell, almost looks like a Whaler from Dishonored except with the gasmask. If you put it that way.

Hearing a bush rustling, he drew out one of his [Twin Destroyers] and aimed it at the bush. "Come out, whoever is hiding behind there..." He spoke calmly, but to the third party, it sounded like a person with a distorted tongue of speaking.

The figure, wearing a cloaked robe with a hood on, slowly showed themselves.

"...And who are you?" He said sternly.

"..." The person slowly removed his hood and raised their face towards him.

The said person was a girl, a girl with bandages covering all over her, almost all but her mouth.

'She's wounded...' He loosens his facial expression before scanning the forest around him and turning his attention back to the girl.

"I'll ask again... Girl. Who are you?" He said again, only this time he spoke warmly, trying to give her a space of comfort.

The girl then started to shake, then slowly tremble. He was confused at this first, but the girl then fell to the ground on her knees. He noticed drops of liquid coming from the girl's face, guessing correctly that she is crying and something's wrong.

"Please..." The girl spoke in a hoarse voice, rough, sounds of a wounded. "H-help me... Sir..."

Askad put his weapon away before walking towards the girl, crouching down to her and gave a warm expression of a face. Although his lower part of his face is covered by a scarf so meh. You know what I'm saying damn it.

"What happened?"

The girl wiped her face of tears before speaking. "I... Came from a village, Merdia, w-we were raided by a group of ban-bandits. I m-managed to escape f-for sev-several days a-and I got h-hurt by mo-monsters. I don't know w-where I am!" She cried again.

Askad stared at her for a short time before giving a mental understanding. He then embraced her, this action surprised the girl but hugged her nevertheless. "It's alright... Everything's fine now... You're safe with me, I can promise you that." He said assuringly.

With his undead hearing, he heard a faint rustle from the bushes. Remembering about his passive, he used {Thermal Sight} and saw heat signatures of a small group of figures coming around from where the girl came from.

As one of the figures made it out and appeared. "Well well well, the whore has finally ended this chase." The man said, then afterward several figures showed themselves.

They appeared to be wearing green-clad clothes, as well as green-colored face masks and bandanas alike.

Askad narrowed his eyes. 'This has to be a f**king coincidence...' He thought as he slowly stood up.

"And who you lot might be?"

The man grinned. "I am Ogino of the Green Hunter gang!" He exclaimed with a smug-ass smile. "That girl over there belongs to us! SO, I would kindly propose that you'd return her to us."

'Did that fucker just rhyme? A fucking bandit of all the people, rhyming?' He thought surprisingly. 'And there is no doubt situations like this, happens almost every fucking anime.'

"No!" The girl cried again as she gripped on Askad's shirt tightly. "P-Please... Don't l-let me go ba-back."

"..." He stared at the girl for a moment before patting her head, soothing her a bit slightly. "Stay behind me." He whispered.

He then stood in front of the girl, drawing out one of his shotguns. "I'd not waste any words but I'll say this, none of you will be able to live from this moment."

That made the bandits roared in laughter. "And what makes you think that your little punk ass would beat us? You think that you can?" The leader scoffed arrogantly.

"No..." Askad said darkly, giving shivers to both the girl and several bandits around. "I know I can." He then raised pointed his shotgun towards the bandit leader and fired.

A loud bang thundered throughout the forest. The girl flinched from the crackling sound of the gunshot, loud as it is.

The bandits saw their leader, his upper torso gone, only chunks of meat on the ground around.

Askad gave them no reaction time as he cast {Quick Reaction} and fired towards all the bandits around.

Lets just put it this way, none of the bandits lived through this. Ok?

Chunks of meat and limbs around, and from where they stood before came with a bloodied ground. (Fucking poetry right there folks)

As the girl saw on how the man brutally killed them with an unusual weapon, all she saw to him was fear to her savior. The relief she might feel, but fear and awe came overcoming it all.

As the man turned around, she jumped in fear, seeing the man who killed her pursers in cold blood. Thanking him by bowing her head, but shaking in fear from what she had seen from this 'Angel of Death'.

'Anddd that ended well... meh enough for me.'

"They are gone now... You're safe." He said in a kind tone. "I'm sorry that you have to see that, I should have made it cleaner..."

And before the girl could respond, she suddenly collapses. Askad being concerned, he quickly went up to the girl and checked on her, thankfully she's still alive.

"Don't worry about her, they are just a blink within the darkness." A stern voice was heard.

He spun around to where the voice was at and the figure in front of his sight is a male.

A boy to be exact. He was wearing a tattered cloak and has white hair. But the most noticing part of his feature is that his eyes are dull grey, seemingly blind?

But him being able to see the girl? That just made him more suspicious.

"And you are...?" He asked cautiously.

The boy jumped down from the rock he stood. "Neramo Blackwood, Multiwalker of Time. You the 'assistant' that the boss sent?" He raised a questioning brow as he looked at him with calculating eyes.

Askad nodded. "That I am... Where are the rest of the group?"

Almost by an instant, he said that a portal popped out in between them from aside. Neramo jerked his head at it. "In there, at the Capital. Follow me, I'll brief you the details on what we're supposed to do here." He said as he walked through the portal.

Askad not sure on leaving the girl behind, but knowing that this is just a sandbox universe, no consequences would permanently happen without being acknowledged, so literally, nothing to be dragged on.

Shrugging his mind off, he followed Neramo through the portal. It almost acted like the 10th tier spell {Gate}, but this seemingly has little to no magic into it, and a strange energy present in it.

Location: The Capital, City Slums

Appearing in the alley, they wordlessly walked through the streets and seemed to be headed to the Imperial Palace.

"Listen," Neramo said as they walked beside each other. "the mission is what we prioritize about, no breaking out of coordination, and no slacking around. The mission goes first, and when were done with that, you are allowed to do whatever you want before we head back to the White Void."

Askad nodded. "And the 'White Void' you said?"

Neramo looked at him dumbly. "The place of the Dimension Hoppers. The place where we come from? How the hell do you not know about it?"

Askad shrugged. "I'm new to this," He admitted. "But the boss seemed to pick me to help you fellas out, not sure why, but it might be involving in getting experience with you as comrades."

"The boss is always mysterious when it comes to situations like this, and choosing certain persons on doing the job. It works, but has some flaws, not that I'd complain about it but... It works, lets just put it like that." He said. "And mind that when we kill the Night Raid, Akame is mine, alright?"

"...Personal grudge much?" Neramo shrugged. "M'alright then..."

"Good." Said Neramo having heard a satisfied reply.

As the walked in the Palace without any problems, aside from some questions about Askad but that was easily put to rest with Neramo saying that he's with him and all, they headed to the Jaegers meeting room.

As Neramo opened the door, there were some folks in present.

(I LOST MY FUCKING WRITINGS AFTER THIS PART, I DIDNT SAVE FUCK!)

Noticing most of the things are normal, much same as the Jaegers around, Askad noticed several new figures in the room. Although he'd guessed correctly that they are the Multiwalkers that he's been asked to assist them in a way.

"Ah, Neramo just in time. Though who is this person with you?" Esdeath asked as she examined the new person besides the mercenary.

"A friend of mine asked him for a favor on helping with us for the mission tonight. He's with me, don't worry."

"Hello, General." He bowed his head in respect.

The general hummed as she continues to examine the undead. Moments later after seeing that there's nothing seemingly suspicious around, she shrugged it off.

Esdeath then briefed them shortly about the mission for tonight, repeating it, but for the sake of Askad not being with them in the earlier moments.

After the mission briefing, he introduced himself to others without giving out too much information. Wanting to be secret and all.

Askad was heavily but quickly interrogated by Esdeath for quite a time, but he was able to convince, with the help of Neramo, that he'll be joining with them for a time and she'll be able to find his skills in a way that she'll find it a bit above of her expectations.

After that, he and the other Multiwalkers then introduced themselves to each other.

Neramo, a CEO of a Division Department of Time and one of the four multiwalkers. Wielding a stopwatch to act as a Teigu in the meantime. Although he had a feeling that he has more than a simple stopwatch of time...

Jonathan Fulcrum, or Jon for short, also one of the CEO of a Division Department of Space. One of the four as well. He wields a giant-ass warhammer.

Jael Reyes, or just being known as Jael, a long range sharpshooter. Holding in a black and red ballista rifle. Although he was told by them that he's a battle maniac and will go on full berserk in some cases. Also has an ability to use shadows and negative energy to his area of advantage in some cases.

And lastly, Specter or his known alias as his real name is only known by their boss Gentleman.

A member of a Division Department of Space. Silent of the group, but seems to radiate a deadly aura around him. Wields a Mandalorian Saber and a Jedi Lightsaber.

Askad finally introduced himself as an Undead, which surprised them slightly, Jael being the most surprised of them all, and came from an alternate world of fantasy of mythology called YGGDRASIL. Although he was asked some questions about it, he managed to convince them that explaining it would take alottttttttttttttttttttttttttt- of fucking time and be wasted.

He'll try to find a way to summarise the whole thing, which they all agree to it, and will share his world's knowledge to them when the time comes... Hopefully not being misunderstood wrongly.

Neramo briefed him about their mission of this world. Apparently, they disguised as mercenaries in this world, asked for joining in with the Jaegers, and are locating the anomaly as being sensed by Gentleman, and to eliminate it. Although they already expected that they are going to have to kill some of the good guys along with it.

Not that it bothered Askad, but it kinda went against a few of his morals. But killing a part of a world to save a fucking part of a multiverse?

Wouldnt be hard to just skip around and find a puddle and splash on it like its fucking normal. Heh

X-X-X-X-X-X-X

Standing over the cliff, the Jaegers were looking down upon the bandit encampment, although there was one unusual problem.

There is supposed to be one encampment, not two.

Although this isn't much of a problem for them anyway. Just a bit unusual for their intel to be wrong.

"That's strange, the intel says there's only one..." Esdeath mumbled before dismissing the suspicious thought. They are going to eliminate them anyway.

"Alright mercenaries! All of you, besides the two of you," She pointed at Neramo and Jael. "-will deal with the 2nd encampment, while the rest of the Jaegers will deal with the first one." The ones addressed nodded and went on their way.

However, Esdeath managed to grab by Tatsumi's collar and forced him to sit with her. That for Tatsumi not liking being close with the general, but he has to cope with it.

Jael was nearby and ran towards rock as a support for his rifle.

Meanwhile, as Specter, Jon, and Askad were headed for the bandit camp, the camp was quickly alerted by their presence. Doesn't really matter if they go in stealth, they are quite easy to be dealt with.

"Hey! Wanna see how many kills we can get?" Jon said to them, making them brandishing their weapons. Seeing that as their answer, he replied. "LETS DO THIS!"

Specter was the first one to jump into the fray and kill a lot of fucking bandits around him. Jon just smashed his way, and Askad massacring the whole front. Bloodied chunks were flying, some bandits were incapacitated and have decapitated limbs, mostly done by Specter's sabers and Askad's firepower.

Jon being the tank of the group, just fucking AoEd the fuck out of the area, getting almost most of the bandits.

Explosions and implosions everywhere within the camp. As there were almost none, Askad noticed there were several perpetrators escaping. As he was about to turn and shoot, their heads suddenly exploded.

Confused, Jon then went up to him.

"Huh, thought we'd managed to kill them." Jon said nonchalantly.

Askad nodded silently. "Who got them?"

"Probably Jael, he's the sharpshooter ya know? Watches our backs all the time." Jon chuckled.

As they finished off by burning the whole encampment down to the ground, and also noticing the other camp imploding down as well, they then walked back on the cliff.

As they gathered, they then walked back to the palace. The trip was a bit slightly eventful, questions asked and answered, some casual conversations were made, but nevertheless, a bit normal for the take.

And as they reached the place, Tatsumi immediately went to his room, while the rest headed towards the next room. Esdeath then lined them up and asked them a question.

"I'm trying to gain the heart of Tatsumi but I don't know how to. Are any of you in a relationship?" Though after that, 3 most surprising people raised their hands. Specifically Bols, Specter, and fucking unexpectedly, Neramo.

Bols gave his advise and descriptions on of his lover and how to do so, Esdeath then turned to the other two. Neramo got out a picture with him and some girl with the skin being light green, sitting on a crate together.

"So what advise can you give me?" She asked. Neramo held his hands together onto his chest while he took a deep breath and then chopped his hands downward and said only one word... "Smash." The people in the room, other than the 4 multiwalkers (Askad is one of them now) were holding back in their laughter.

(If you do not get the joke then ignore it... But I pity you for that...)

The general being confused by the advise, then turned to Specter. The man gave her his pre-multiwalker-ism and then gave her the advise being: "There have to compromise on both sides. No one of them can or should change immediately."

As they finished giving out their advice, Esdeath then dismissed them then went on their way.

Neramo and the others gave him a room in a nearby hotel, which was now protected by the said Jaegers as there were some... issues that were now dealt with a day ago.

Although tomorrow would be the day that they would be able to transfer to the Imperial Palace as it complies to all of the Jaegers.

Askad respectfully declines as he wouldn't need a place to sleep anyways since him being undead and he ain't exactly fucking alive anymore.

Name: Askad

Real Name: Markus J. Hank

Epithet: Reaper, Undying Gunslinger

Race: Heteromorphic Race, Zombie

Allegiance: None

Residence:

Karma: negative 250 moderately evil

Level: 100

XXXX

Racial Level

Dark One (5)

Elder Undead (10)

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Job Class

Dark Gunslinger (15)

Weapons Master (10)

Tri-Seeker (10)

Expert Gunner (10)

Master Slayer (10)

Unholy Knight (10)

Hitman (5)

Others (5)

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HP: 72

MP: 51

Phy. Atk: 53

Phy. Def: 51

Mag. Atk: 87

Mag. Def: 84

Agility: 100+ (OVA THA LIMIT BABY!)

Resistance: 75

Special Ability: 95

Total: 668+

*Activating D.H Database*

= Jonathan Fulcrum, one of the CEO's of the Division Department of Space. And having immense strength from the stars, also allowing him to buff teammates and allies.

Originally coming from another world of Akame Ga Kill.

Has rivalry against Neramo and his beliefs on despising MOST protagonists (except for Akame for personal reasons) and hatred on some selected few.

*Next*

= Jael "Fallen" Reyes, former soldier of the Typhoon Space Marines.

Came from a now deceased world Sector 8F3 Neotopia.

He acts as a support member of the team, and is a medic. Has ability to manipulate shadow and negative-based elements and powers. Increased attributes to an abnormal level, becomes a literal berserk when being dealt with enough annoyance.

So occasionally, dont piss him off.

*Next*

= Specter, original name is unknown, and only known to Gentleman.

Diversionary Department member of Space, and is part of the elemental of shadows.

Quite known as the opposite of being an optimist, and more on the pessimist side.

He dual wields a Mandalorian Saber and a Jedi Lightsaber. Obviously able to deflect gunfire with great efficiency.

*Deactivating D.H Database*

*End*