XXXIV: Two little stories during a picnic.

The group of two teams led by Marie and Monic had gathered on a tree-covered cliff overlooking the city, all because the war was about to begin and they wanted to have a picnic to calm their nerves. Even though they were much stronger than before, the prospect of another large-scale battle made even veterans like Marie uncomfortable. 

They gathered and talked. Jessica was passionate about barbecuing, she felt that using her six eyes to cook what she liked kept her brain from melting and her nose from flooding with information. As a result, the steaks, sausages, and meat in general she prepared were an absolute delight, the care she took was quite commendable.

Violet created a magical ice cream machine, the final product would have a flavor that would evoke warm or happy emotions as you felt like eating your favorite ice cream. Seone ate his ice cream, it tasted like strawberries, it was sweet and sour, and he always liked that flavor. While he was eating, he heard Axel drinking a big pitcher of beer, his long hair dancing in the wind.

"Gather around, gather around, I'll tell you three stories of reincarnates I've heard, or I guess they are reincarnated...if you listen in the taverns or on the marketplace, these travelers and adventurers bring rumors of far away fantastic events. 

So, why don't we start with something cool?" Together with Axel's flushed face and erratic movements, even Jessica, who was busy cooking, moved her head a little to hear better. 

"Fer, we have to hurry, we can't let that octopus guy summon aberrations beyond the stars," a blonde woman in armor said to her companion, a brunette, rather strong, red-haired woman. 

"Oh, but are you seriously going to continue with your Artoria cosplay, April? It's not helping your power progression at all, it's not a stencil novel or anything," the brunette complained, not in a good mood to play along with her companion.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still and phantom voices could be heard in the air.

"Hey, how do you know how that woman felt? You weren't there and you're not a mind reader," Alex's voice was full of doubt, but then there was a thud and shouts of complaint.

"Shut up! It's drama, DRAMATISM!" Axel's drunken tone was also heard, and after a few noises and voices covered by what might have been a hand, time resumed. 

"I know, but I always wanted to be like Artoria, at least physically, that chick is hot," April clicked her tongue and touched her armor-covered chest. 

Her physical attributes were molded to a perfect state by her deception, a template of Artoria Pendragon, her version of Saber. She is, along with a woman who similarly inherited Lucoa's power, the most popular among the beings who watch the show, hell, there was Rule 34 Omniversal of those two women, research.... Well, I don't know how you're going to research that, but if you find anything, don't forget to comment~.

"I'm not going to ask how you know there's Rule 34 of those two," Marie's somewhat tired voice was heard in the background.

"Marie, you need to learn something, there will always be Rule 34, no matter if it's from a fictional Omniversal show," Seone, who seemed to be sitting next to her, replied. 

"Shh, stop interrupting the story!" yelled Susie, leaving Axel to continue his story.

"Well, I won't deny it, I've already experimented with it~" Fer replied playfully, making April's cute face blush. 

Just as someone in the group was about to speak, Axel quickly added more content.

You see, Fer's cheat is... odd. It's also a template, but it's a very special one, it's the female humanized version of Bowser, Bowsette, his coolest version of course, the brunette. She had abilities like super strength, super stamina, fire control, magma, and a pretty awesome hammer control ability. 

She could swim in lava, control her weight, create bombs out of thin air, and become gigantic. You might think, as you seem to like to do, "Hey, that's weak," but we're talking about Bowser, a man who wanted to marry Peach on the moon.....

You could say that Bowser is kind of "funny," and it's that funny aspect of his nature, the nature of Super Mario characters, that makes Bowser incredibly powerful, and his female version inherits that. Not only does she have magical abilities that she trained for, but they make her a super-powerful mage tank.

"Too much text, get on with the plot!" hissed Alex, who managed to free herself from the clutches of Monic, who caught her again and covered her mouth with her hair, avoiding further interruptions from the boy. 

Well, they went through the typical sewer that the crazy followers of the evil gods love so much, while April sliced and diced left and right creatures with more tentacles and eyes than useful parts, Fer threw fireballs that turned the remains to ashes, thus avoiding the eventual resurrection and the constant mental pollution they caused. 

"Damn, I hate, and I mean, I hate this damn cliché of fighting in sewers, look, I can see that book swimming in the sewage over there," Fer pointed off into the distance, where a gnawed book with the title of this fanfic could be seen, at this point, even though this chapter has a plot and is not filler, the broken wall here is strong. 

"Come on, we have to stop this guy from turning the town into Yharnam, the last thing I want is for this guy to summon some ancient god or something that wants to reproduce and turn every man and woman here into a cuck," this being more than enough reason to fight for what is good and right, the two women embarked on a journey through the deep... if you get the reference. 

When they arrived at the typical open area, they saw an indescribable altar, covered with human and animal sacrifices, living flesh decorating the walls, the many drooling mouths that roared, the dancing tentacles with phallic appearances, the countless eyeballs piled up, indeed a nightmarish place.

"This place..." April whispered, feeling nauseous, maybe because of the mental shock caused by contemplating heretical things, maybe because she saw that some tentacles had a strange white liquid on them, whatever it was, she didn't even stop to think, she just acted.

....

The people in the town saw a beam of pure power come out of the ground, rise into the sky, then fall and cleanse all the shit that was underneath, there was no trace of it, and they only heard about the adventure because the girls had some stalkers who were crazy about what they saw, but they told everything. 

It is said that these poor men now have strange tastes and some even buy octopuses very often in the market, because yes, there are octopuses in the lakes and rivers, I did not design the continent, it was Rick Sanchez. 

There was a terrible silence in the place, Princess Rolanda slapped her face as she cast a spell to get rid of the beer in the young archer's hands, from that day on no one would ever give the boy alcohol again, but he had one more story to tell.

"Now I will tell you about the reincarnated one who is perhaps the most dangerous, mind you, I said dangerous, not powerful. You will know why.

You know how the geography of this continent is... shit stuck to macaroni makes more sense. Rivers like the one that separates the west from the east, inland lakes as big as the Caribbean, you know, stuff like that.

In one of these lakes, there is an island inhabited by perhaps the most screwed-up people on this continent. They are literally in the middle of this huge land mass, and they have never been conquered or annexed, why? Because the people there live with terrible monsters that even the best knights and wizards don't dare fight.

They are peaceful, they always go their way, and seem to act on instinct, except when defending the island. But everything changed when this reincarnation appeared. His trick was to summon, yes, but not relatives or old gods, no, his summons were... Cuckoos. 

It was an incredible and terrifying experience to see beings similar to the Shadow of the Colossus-like monsters fall under the so-called "White Tide". Thousands, hundreds of thousands, and perhaps millions of immortal chickens capable of causing real damage attacked any non-human creature of a dangerous nature as long as it did not endanger the environment. 

A meticulous display of strategy, power of numbers, and above all, cuckoos, so many that they filled the sky, their cries and flapping could be heard in all the surrounding lands whose shores bordered this lake. The gossips... I mean, the businessmen who told me this story say that when it was all over, he could see the figure that did it. 

He was tall, ten feet tall to be exact, bald, with vicious eyes, and full of scars. His muscles had muscles, his wicked grin adorned with that white wall he called teeth. He stood there, watching the spectacle with pride, knowing full well that he was invincible and... inevitable.

As Axel finished speaking, Seone, who was sitting comfortably on the floor with Marie in his arms, couldn't help but roll his eyes and point at the drunken young man who was now enjoying a soda, courtesy of Violet.

"Fucking liar, I heard he was six feet tall and so wide for his fatness that three people could barely fit in his clothes," Seone's words made John, who was listening with interest, look at him.

"Oh, ignorant, don't you know, she's a beautiful, mature woman with great curves, I know, I feel it," and while John, Axel, Seone, and a few others were engaged in a discussion, something was happening on the island.

"Fuck... I just wanted to eat a chicken, why, why did they start a massacre?" moaned a skinny, sunken-eyed, mossy-nosed guy in pain. He was in his room and it was unlit. 

"It's all your fault, why don't you leave?" he shouted nervously into the void, and soon there was a characteristic flapping accompanied by the sound chickens make.

Red eyes looked at the pathetic man with human contempt, "Oh poor human, you will survive and make it to the end whether you want to or not," the Cucco thought as reality cracked around him due to his flapping, and soon he disappeared.

...

"Are you telling me that all those super powerful beings I asked you to drain... were eaten by ordinary white chickens?" our man, Damian, the bespectacled man with the red eyes and the classic suit, said to one of his subordinates.

"My lord, the story goes like this..."

The same was repeated the moment this incredible event happened, many set out to challenge the summoner, while powerful countries reconsidered their ambitions to conquer this land, yes, it was free of monsters, but now there were immortal devouring chickens... no thanks, but no thanks.

But while the boys were relaxing, a world event that would affect them all had just begun. The moon... it had a face, and it looked angrily at the unknown planet as it slowly fell.

A woman, and forgive me for repeating myself, but her appearance was quite beautiful. Her face was covered with a mask... Majora's mask. Or you could say she was the human incarnation of said mask, her deception being the power of that artifact, giving her incredible magical abilities and a slight ability to alter reality. And if you're a fan of SCP, you know that without an anchor... these guys are broken. 

The red, full lips that were uncovered broke into a smile, she looked at the distant, but now ever closer planet and felt a surge of unprecedented ecstasy. But there wasn't much grace left, besides it was common in this world to destroy the moon, so she had to make some changes.

In the time it took to read, the moon was now in a strange intangible state, immune to incoming attacks, and although the moon was slowly falling, the effects of its displacement were not noticeable the moon was almost unnecessary, it was just there for decoration, literally.

"Now, let me invite the fifty most interesting reincarnates, especially you, my dear Fierce Deity~," and with a snap, small Majora masks appeared in front of the fifty selected by this woman, with the following message.

"Hehe, would you like to play~?"

Seone, who had one of those masks in front of him, looked at the moon that had appeared during the day and looked terrible. His companions were a bit nervous, but only he was 'invited' into the group... and he felt that he shouldn't refuse or something terrible would happen.

"I'll be back," Seone said to Marie before touching the mask and disappearing.

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AN: You Know, the plot intensifies! A new adventure starts! With a masked woman, a moon with a bad face, and something interesting~