Awhile later Eliza came with my clothes. The clothes in question.... Well to put it in some not so pleasant words, fucking, disgustingly ugly. These clothes would have caused a fashion designer from to commit suicide from humiliation if he or she created this and put it out on a runway. Social media would've ripped them apart and would've went bankrupt overnight.
The entire outfit was busy. Blues, golds, reds and oranges, smashing together like a child's finger painting session. The patterns were a mess. There was nothing about this outfit I could compliment.
That bitch is laughing in her head right now.
I slap my hand to my face and drag it down. Annoyance and aggravation running high at the moment.
Damn I didn't want to do this.
"System, open the shop," I said as if in pain. In truth I was about to witness the greatest pain in my life.
"OMG! THE HOST HAS FINALLY CALLED ME! THE HOST IS FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGING MY EXISTENCE! THIS IS LIKE THE BEST DAY EVER!" a voice loud, high pitched, obnoxious spoke inside my head. I didn't have a head ache before, but I did now.
Gods dammit, so annoying and loud. I hate this damn system. The system only downloaded this voice several lifetimes ago to annoy me. She didn't like that I ignored her for 2,000 years.
"SO WHAT DO YOU NEED HOST? A BACK RUB? TO GET LAID? ID REALLY RECCOMEND THAT ONE. YOUR LAST FEW LIVES YOU DIED A VIRGIN. MAYBE THATS WHY YOUR SO ANGRY ALL THE TIME."
I swear if your physical body was in front of me I would've killed you a long time ago.
"AWW DONT SAY THAT HOST I WAS JUST JOKING. IM HERE TO MAKE YOUR LIFE BETTER. SO WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?"
"Open the shop, like I said earlier." My headache twice that of yesterday already.
"OK CAN DO."
The system shop interface opens. Filled with legendary items, high end equipment, bloodline elements, everything a web novel nerd or otaku would enjoy. There's even ability scrolls that a certain knuckle headed ninja and a three sword swordsman used. I ignore it all and go to the plebian mall tab.
"AWW YOURE NO FUN HOST. I WAS SO HOPING YOU WOULD GO WITH R*S*NG*N OR SEXY H*REM N* J*TSU. MAYBE EVEN K*ME H*ME H*."
Is this bitch trying to get me cancelled.
I scroll through the store. She kept talking in the background, naming other anime powers even certain forbidden spells from a certain magic school.
I find the outfits section, then see a suit that would suit me perfectly. Pun unintended. I click on it. 4,000 system credits. I look at the top of the screen that had a big fat 0.
Well since I always ignore the system it makes sense. This is the only reason I ever use it. I don't care for the quests or the power ups it gives me.
"What do I have to do for the suit?"
"OH, THE HOST WANTS SOMETHING, WELL YOU HAVE TO COMPLETE QUESTS FOR YOU TO GET CREDITS, SO I GUESS YOU HAVE TO DO QUESTS." I could practically see her pouting.
"Im not doing your quests I'll live my own life thank you not the life a cosmic asshole wants me to live. So what can I do to get the suit?"
"A QUEST."
"We have done this too many times for both me and you to know that there are other ways to get stuff from the shop."
"LETS SEE WHAT SHOULD I DO?" she paused as if she were actually thinking. She was only doing this to annoy and irritate.
I gritted my teeth a vein starting to pop out from the top of my head. "Bellona, my wife, would you please tell me what I have to do to get the suit." She was and would never be my wife, but she wanted me to call her that for the last 10,000 years. Half the time would refuse to answer her unless I called her that.
"YAY!" Trumpets flared and a banner saying conquered appeared in my vision. The whole marching band entered. "WITH THIS YOU ARE ONE STEP CLOSER TO COMPLETING MY ROUTE."
I really don't want to.
"AWW, DONT SAY THAT. YOU DONT WANT TO BREAK A YOUNG GIRLS HEART DO YOU."
You're older than ....
"Huh, what was that? What were you about to say just now? I dare you to say it you fucking say it. You revenge horny, pencil dicked, fucking bitch." Her voice became its original form, raw and aggressive, like that of a veteran soldier who has seen millions of battles. Like a true goddess of war and conquest.
The air became heavy, the ground quaked and cracked, the castle shifted. The entire world was on the brink of collapse. I could hear the cries of the people in the castle.
"Nothing, I was only going to say older than me, but who doesn't like older women. The had more time to ripen. Far more mature, caring and above all more forgiving of minor mistakes. Since they are mature enough to understand that people make mistakes," I panicked. My whole body shook from fear.
Out of all the people in the universe she was the only one I feared. She was the one and only Roman goddess of war and conquest, Bellona. If she wanted to she could lay this entire world to waste with just her aura alone
The shaking stopped. Snap. She snapped her fingers and the world repaired itself in seconds as if nothing happened.
"Fine, I'll forgive you just this once. But if you call me old one more time I'll rip your fucking dick off and put in a box, got it."
"Crystal. Would you be able to do me one favor though?"
"What?" I could practically hear her pouting. Still mad I called her old.
"Could you keep using this voice, your real voice, I promise I'll listen more. I may not do quests, but I'll listen to you more."
She let out a long tired sigh, "Fine, that voice was annoying anyways."
A sigh of relief escaped my lips. Thank the gods. If she didn't kill me I would've killed myself if I had to listen to that shit for another 2,000 years.
"So what can I do to get the suit?"
She was quiet for a moment. "Tell me you love me, even if you don't," her voice was sad almost a whisper.
I sighed again, soft and reluctant. She was a woman, a real woman, this system was pretty much just a communication device for her. She wanted to feel loved. She wanted to love. All they ever saw of her was a warrior the epitomy of power. She was the goddess of war and conquest, but a part of her just wanted someone to try to conquer her as well.
"You know I won't and you know why. You know what I did. What happened to me. What will happen to me. My ending is not going to be happy. Its going to be bloody and I'm going to die painfully. I'm not dragging you down with me."
Sniff. I could hear her crying but I chose not to acknowledge it. As a man I hate myself for causing her tears, but I will bear the burden it's better than the alternative. I was in the middle of a revenge tragedy, and I was going to die in the end. I won't let her die with me. I suppressed my emotions, I was not going to let them take from me again. I refused.
"That's close enough, I guess." She snapped her fingers again and the suit appeared on the in front of me. I grabbed it, my grip tightened. "I'm only doing this because you're still standing there naked. Also this is the first time we talked in 200 years, so I'm a little happy. Just a little."
She snapped her fingers again and three more appeared. They each had a different style, but could be considered to be from the same fashion line.
"You can't just go around wearing one suit, just remember they're dry clean only." With that she went silent.
I started to get dressed when I was done I looked in the mirror. Damn this really is my style.
It was a black three piece suit. The jacket, the vest, the shirt all black, however the stitching was white. Not to mention it was like the normal stitching of a suit. It looked like multiple suits were stitched together. The best I could describe the stitching was a Frankenstein style. Giving a look that the suit had been through battle and was stitched back together. I should also mention it came with a white tie.
Damn, I look good. I mess with my hair a bit. Hmmm, maybe I should cut it a bit. I like long hair, but mid-back might be too long. Not too mention, a pain in the ass to maintain.
I use my nail to give my self a little cut. The blood starts to float into the like a small serpent, then it zips around my head. Large clumps of hair fall to the floor. After a few seconds it was done.
My blood red hair was now shoulder length. It also didn't completely cover my eyes anymore. Like pools of pure blood, you could almost see ripples in them.
I must say, I'm quite handsome in this life.
"You're also a little full of yourself," Bellona informed.
"So you're gonna say, I'm not handsome?"
"I didn't say that. I just said you're full of yourself. What are you gonna do now, pick up every girl you see?"
"And what, Risk the chance of them saying the forbidden phrase? Yeah, I don't think so. I'll keep them at a distance. Also would rather you not kill them. My little yandere."
"Im not a yandere."
"Becca."
"I... I don't know who your talking about," she stammered.
"A girl who was interested in me three lives ago. You know who I'm talking about. You crushed her flat. I got blamed for her murder."
"That was different, she was possessive and wasn't gonna share."
"Starlet"
"That bitch was crazy and you know it. She would sneak into your room and sniff your underwear. She would also threaten every woman whenever they looked in your direction. She also couldn't stand it whenever you talked to me, saying that she should be the only woman you ever talk to."
"So you killed her."
"Only a little," she whispered.
"You vaporized her. Leaving not even a spec of dust."
"Once again, she deserved it. Stop trying to compare me to that psycho. I only do what's best for you, unlike that sadistic bitch."
"You're right. You're not her, but you're still crazy in your own right."
"Fine, I won't kill anyone who tries to get with you." She then mumbled something that wasn't coherent.
"What am I gonna do with you? You're starting to make me worry if I ever leave you alone."
"Then don't. Don't leave me alone." Her voice was sad again. "Forget about revenge and live."
"You know I can't do that. I'll be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my lives. Never knowing when it's going to end."
"I know."
I have to become stronger. Stronger than all my past lives combined and then more. Right now I'm not even stronger than one of them, but with my blood element it's finally possible. Wait for me, you bitch. I'm coming for you. Only when you're gone will I finally be able to live my life.