I Know That I Can Trust You With That

Whatever this man has in his head, well, that's going to be more than useful for me to make use of in the future.

"Alrighty there lad. I don't know who you are, or what you're yapping about, but I'll say this. Whoever this "dungeon monitor" actually is, you've got the wrong person. From what I can tell you're American, don't know if you've got any parents from anywhere else, but I'll stick with that.

I'm a criminal, yes, put into your system, but predominantly because there aren't enough jails in the world where I'm from that know how to keep me locked up.

So whoever it is that made you think that I'm some sort of weirdo that has a dungeon is probably as fucking dumb as I am."

He didn't even let up his guard as I scratched my head with the golden hand as I looked at it. "Well, I tried taking this the peaceful way, I suppose we gotta scrap each other to fucking shreds at this point. Let's go kid."

The kid nodded as she immediately disappeared and reappeared right in front of the American as he blocked the hit from the little bone knife made from my body. I still make some tools out of my own body, yes.

They prove themselves to be extra fortified and a hell of a lot more useful than I'd anticipate. He was even struggling a little while she pushed down. But then he broke off the little stalemate and moved to her right, twirling a little to try and get the both of us with some sort of spell he chanted out.

"[Ice Lance!], you're *grunts* not getting anywhere close you monster!"

And he was somewhat right, that little ice spell did a bit of a chill to me when it was near my foot, but it didn't hit home just yet. I got on all fours and readied myself for a good opening.

And when did it come? Right as he finished throwing that lance at me, that's when. He had to dodge another slash from the kid with her maddening degree of acrobatics, and I was going feral, making use of most of the strength of my body while ignoring the damage that it was slowly taking from me overusing it.

He was up against two different styles at the same time, and he was juggling us. Dear fucking god that was a sight to behold if I wasn't the one who was trying not to die.

I dash right? He makes use of the kid and throws her at me, making sure to knock the knife out of her hands and stay away from it.

I catch the kid and let her take the axe that's strapped to my side? He starts trying to pepper the both of us with spells. It's a shitshow, and I didn't want to make things even worse.

"Can you hear me lass?"

My words were barely getting to her as we were running circles to not get hit by some of these moves he was putting out.

"Yes!"

"Go for the top, I'll go for the bottom. Make sure his hands are worthless."

She gave me affirmation while she threw the axe at him, and ran while it was still travelling through the air. He was about to sidestep when I got close enough to be able to be near his feet.

I made use of the dark hand and tried something, anything to make him get caught. And I was ever so happy with the results. Spikes of rock that looked similar to the dark hand came out of the ground and pierced his calf, with me initially thinking that he would get harmed by them.

But when they pierced right through, he just grabbed the rocks by bending down, smashing them, while throwing the dust into the kid's eyes, which he promptly made heavy use of by socking her solar plexus.

As for me, I roared out as I could feel my teeth sharpening, my arms getting stronger and sinewy, and the feeling of ache within my body fading. I moved at a speed that would have normally destroyed the bones in my leg as he tried to parry whatever it was that I was doing.

I was like a passenger within my very own body. Watching as it unleashed ferality and bestial force as best as it could onto the poor lad that was right in the way.

"COME ON, LET ME TAKE FUCKING OVER DAMMIT. THIS IS MY FUCKING BODY."

I screamed out as the American was starting to actually struggle against me. Some of the cuts were from the golden hand, which seemed to cover them in gold and made sure that they didn't close immediately from whatever spells he was trying to get out.

The blunt damage from my dark hand was made slightly more sharp from the jagged little points of the rocks, which grated his skin a little.

"Why won't you die?!" The man was screaming out as he tried to do the same to me, with the only exception was that he was going like a flurry of moves compared to myself. But whatever "buffs" he put into the blade he wielded seemed to have little to no extra efficacy against my body.

And that's when I realized what all of those dreams were. The reason why I was so much more called a "Foreigner". My body was so against the natural order, that it inadvertently made itself anathema to magic.

It didn't really cross me off as reality normalization, but more along the lines of something cold and controlling when it has the chance to get into someone.

"YOU DIE FIRST!"

The words that came out of my mouth were chalky, yet also guttural. Simply put, I was a monster. There wasn't all that to try and say about this. I was getting more and more bestial as time went on.

I didn't really have that much of a plan in the first place, but my control over my own body was getting more and more stable as I was standing right in front of what I was supposedly capable of doing.

The American was huffing, thick blood seeping out of his body which was wracked with golden cuts and scrapes all around. He was exhausted, and I couldn't feel the same fatigue within my body.

All that I felt was a cold feeling. As if the sun itself didn't want to give me warmth. As if there was a great punishment in store for it should it even attempt. The lass was already behind the American as I helped in attacking him once more.

That outburst was useful, so much more useful than what I would've ever imagined. He's weaker, essentially limping from the sheer damage done to him, with whatever magical buffs he gave himself either waning or shattered.

"Come on lad! You've got the fire to go off and break the space-time continuum, so why haven't you got the drive to go further eh?

You've spent god knows how much time trying to get yourself into my timeline all so you could kill me before anything bad could ever happen. And yet you're kneeling down, nursing whatever wounds that you've gotten from trying to harm me and the kid.

I can't tell if this is either sad or laughable. Perhaps it's more laughably sad. Yes, that should be paramount. In any scenario, you're screwed, however, you should actually thank your luck for this, since I could tell that you're getting this slowly but surely, that I want answers.

I wanna know who you are, how you're here, who sent you, and what exactly happens in the future."

The American simply looked at me for a moment before he began to laugh. 'Ah shit, he's got something up his sleeve.'

"Kid, I need you to rip his arms off. His strength isn't extensive anymore, and I'm more than certain that he can't handle that much damage. It's fine if he's dead, as long as we're both alive."

She nodded at my words as she immediately dashed over, put her right foot on his chest and tore both of his arms off, but he's still laughing at us.

"Oh, that's not good."

"You fucking monsters. When was the last time that you ever felt anything aside from pure hatred for beings that you considered beneath yourself."

"Woah woah woah sonny, that sounds like you're accusing me of racism. It may sound like a stupid edgy joke, but I'm more of a light hatred and heavier apathy.

I'm not exactly hateful of anybody in particular. We're all fucked in more ways than two. Whatever happened to you for you to say that has to be terrible.

And as for calling us monsters, I'm fine with that label, but the kid? Well gosh darn there sonny, she's an elf, and you're calling her the monster here?"

"OF COURSE I'M CALLING THE BETRAYER A MONSTER. SHE GUIDED US TO CUT YOU DOWN, DUNGEON MONITOR. SHE WAS GIVING FORTH LIES AND MISCONCEPTIONS FOR ALL OF THE OTHERS THAT I KNEW TO BE STRUCK DOWN BY.

ALL THE BLOODSHED THAT WE'VE HAD TO ENDURE, LIVING BY THE WAY OF THE BLADE, ALL FOR NAUGHT AS SHE CUT US DOWN ONE BY ONE. BY. YOUR. ORDER!

We hated you both. We didn't even know why exactly you told her to do it. We never truly knew what was in store for us whenever we were sent here. All six of our "classes"."

My mind crawled to a stop when I heard that. Classes? There were more than one? More than the ones that the dreams showed?

"I'm sorry son, but did you just say six classes? As in, there are multiple classes full of children that were sent to this world to be "heros"?"

His expression of vitriol seemed to loosen a little as he was also caught off guard from what he just heard. "Wait, but, you knew that there would be multiple classes. We were told-"

"Listen here sonny, I don't know what exactly you've been told, but the thing about that classes issue is that I'm not exactly all THAT well-read. I'm decent at best, but to surmise the possibility that there could be different classes from different variations of Earth is something that never crossed my mind.

Unless someone, gave me the information beforehand.....oh bloody hell, these time travel shenanigans are more singular timelines than they are multiple.

Huh, isn't that just grand. I have lots of ideas for the future that may come. Well lad, if you're getting what I'm getting. You just helped me get even more critical information about what exactly me and the lass are up against.

I gotta hand it to you. I really had no clue about what any of that actually was until you sparked the cogs in me brain. Well, this gets a little more difficult, but overall it's not the worst situation that I've had to try and endure."

The American seemed to slump further as the realization just kicked in for him. He was the one that told the Dungeon Monitor about the summonings, and how many of the classes there were.

"That being said, seeing as you're here, and I assume that you're a hero as well, wouldn't that entail that you yourself are part of these classes? And that, say, there were six of them?"

The American man was beginning to sweat. I see, this kid is either damn good at playing things off, or he's just given up even more information.

"Well, isn't that just brilliant. Six for six continents, I assume. You're the American within the American class. Remembering some of the dreams that I've had, there were Japanese people, so there might be a larger group within the Asian class. That leave the Oceanian, the European, the African, and the South American.

Grand, just grand there sonny. Thank you, truly! You've helped me in more ways than you'd ever possibly think. Now I have the time to make up contingencies for whatever you and your little friends were capable of cooking up."

Whatever hope that seemed to have been born from within him was more than dead. It was dust, ashes if you will. He was a failure and I was making sure to wring him dry of every single little bit of knowledge left, before I decide what to do with him.

He wasn't that terrible in my eyes, no real case when it came to his strength, it was a thing of art, sadly for him I'm more of a vandalizing bastard. Though, there's something odd right now. My golden hand feels a little warmer than normal. Wait a minute.

"Hold on for a second there lass. I need to check something. Don't kill him just yet."

'Now then, what are you trying to show me, little power of mine? What madness do you intend to try and create?'

My arm got hotter and hotter when I moved it closer to him, and contrasting that my dark hand was cold, with the "magma" dulling slightly when it got close to the American.

"Peculiar, truly truly peculiar."

Good little extra bit of experimentation is never completely terrible, right? I mean, it's not like we even need this guy for anything else.

I looked at my golden hand as the sigil in the middle of it began morphing into something akin to a summoning circle. And by summoning circle, I meant by the ones that normally bring out demons from them.

Only that it soon changed color to being green, and slowed down a considerable amount. I looked back and forth from my hand to the poor lad who looked like he just saw his significant other being unfaithful.

It gave me an idea as the warmth was more obvious when I put it nearer to his body. "Lad, I have a little theory that comes to mind whenever I see you act like this. And that involves me thinking that you're scared of this little sigil here-"

I put it even closer to him as he begun sputtering chants to try and make something work within the little aura that I think that I was giving off.

"-And I assume that it's a lot more horrifying than what I think. So let me cut you a deal. Give me everything, all your knowledge, all your spells, all your strength, and I won't see what happens when I slap it on your body."

His breath was slow, and he was seeming more and more off as time went by. I think that may be due to the excessive blood flow. But then again, his blood clotting and coagulation speed is a thing of bloody beauty. No pun intended.

But then all of a sudden, it seemed to calm down, as there was a different light within his eyes now. The same light that was there when he first came to us.

"Do it then, For'eigner. Brand me, and begin the dance between your foul creations and the very world and gods themselves. Show them just how much hatred can come from a human scorned. Because you'll be feeling the same emotion from those that you take with you."