Lets Make a Bet

"Annoying bitch," Astarion thought to himself. Though he disliked being treated in such a manner and was confident he could easily overpower Fleya with his sword if necessary, he had a plan.

This plan required him to be inside the police department, making the current inconvenience a necessary step towards a greater goal.

To be honest, his plan is all about burning the city down.

"Sigh Let's go to the headquarters then," Astram sighed, signaling the start of their journey.

"Fleya, you will walk alongside me," he instructed, trying to maintain some semblance of order.

"No! What if this bastard runs away?" Fleya protested, pointing at Astarion, who remained unfazed by her accusations.

"This bitch," Astram thought irritably. "Do whatever you want then," he replied with an annoyed tone. His main concern was to prevent Fleya from further offending Astarion. If she did, they would both be in deep trouble.

"Hey! Walk faster, bastard," Fleya yelled at Astarion.

"This bitch. Should I kill her right now?" Astarion contemplated the idea, though it was more a fleeting thought born of frustration than a serious plan.

As they made their way out of the city, the chaos of the apocalypse was evident everywhere. Blood stained the streets, and despite it being only five hours since the zombies had first appeared, tens of thousands of people had already perished.

Even though it was 11 o'clock at night, mysterious vortices that had appeared in the sky bathed the city in a light as bright as day, though the sky itself was a mix of reddish and bluish hues.

"Strange, why are there no zombies in this area?" Astarion mused aloud, his voice cold. He had been reviewing the map Sol created, and something didn't add up.

Zombies were rampant in every other part of the city, yet this area, the vicinity of the police headquarters, remained oddly clear.

"Oh, that?" Astram, who overheard Astarion's musings, replied with a tone that seemed overly eager to provide an explanation, almost like a bootlicker seeking approval. "It's because the police of the entire city are actually stopping zombies from entering the elite area," he informed.

Astarion considered the explanation with a hint of skepticism. "Hmm, that's possible since zombies are just as weak as fuck right now," he pondered internally, acknowledging the current state of affairs where the undead posed little threat to well-armed or well-prepared groups.

However, Astarion was all too aware that this was merely the calm before the storm. "But it won't remain this way when the mythical energy appears," he thought, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Astarion's observation about the government's actions during the apocalypse was a biting critique of their priorities. "This also shows how corrupt the government is.

''I mean, there's a whole apocalypse going on, and they're still trying to protect the high and elite class people, who will be the first to run with their tails between their legs if something endangers them.

In simple words, the government is fucking corrupt to its core," he mused internally, Not like he hated it, The more they fuck up the more astarion will benefit. 

Then, an idea struck Astarion. "Status window," he said aloud, his gaze fixed on Fleya.

A floating screen appeared in front of him, revealing information about her.

"Hmm, so this also works on others," he thought, intrigued by the functionality of his abilities.

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 Name: Fleyan san Sloria

Affiliation: Sloria Clan

Faction: Protagonist

Destiny Role/Aura: Heroine

Trait: Arrogant, self-righteous, a bitch.

Bloodline: None

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"This isn't as detailed as my status window," Astarion noted to himself, slightly disappointed by the lack of information.

"Hey! Bastard, what are you looking at?" Fleya, noticing Astarion's intense stare, yelled at him.

"Nothing, just thanking the heavens they gave birth to you," Astarion replied with a cold expression.

"W-What do you mean?" Fleya asked, her face turning red, ''Does this bastard have a crush on me'' she think in her mind.

"Nothing, just thanking the heavens they gave birth to you, so I can truly understand how ugly and useless people can be, and thank the heavens they made me perfect," Astarion said with a smirk.

"I will kill you now!" Fleya attempted to attack Astarion but was once again stopped by Astram.

Soon they reach the police headquarters, the scale of the building was immediately apparent to Astarion and his companions.

The headquarters towered over the surrounding area, an imposing structure with around 30 floors.

"Master, do you want to make a bet?" Sol's voice echoed in Astarion's mind.

"Oh, what kind of bet, Sol?" Astarion inquired, his voice laced with a carefree curiosity.

"Let's make a bet on how much time it will take for you to destroy the police headquarters and this city, burning them to ashes. I bet a week," Sol proposed, a hint of mischief in It's tone.

"Tch, Tch, you really underestimate me, Sol. Okay, my bet is on that I will do it in 4 days," Astarion thought confidently.

[Ding, the protagonist of the first plot is detected near master.]