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The Fallen Gamer Ch 62
🕑 Added 2023-10-12 18:09:18 +0000 UTCChapter: 62
[Name: Layla of the Fallen]
[Title: Angel of Hope]
[Level: 7]
[HP: 3100]
[MP: 610]
[Vigor: 110]
[Strength: 25]
[Intelligence: 61]
[Luck: 20]
[Skills: Observe 1, Angelic Mastery 3, Acting 3, Light Manipulation 4, HP to MP conversion]
[Perks: Never Tell Me the Odds, Mana Siphoner]
[Drawbacks: Sin of Lust]
[Available Free Stat Points: 30]
I was planning on using 19 of those free stat points to bump my intelligence up to 80. At that point, I would gain another pair of wings and finally be at the peak of high class. Normally, I would have just gone for it and done that as soon as possible, but now I had Azazel and Penemue with me. The former had 12 wings, while the latter had 10. Both of them would immediately be able to sense if I just randomly jumped in power so dramatically. That's why I was planning to wait until my battle with the Destroyer and pull off a classic DxD power-up asspull. I would make it look like I got stronger mid-battle, where my new pair of wings would appear as I powered up using the power of "friendship or love" or whatever.
"All right then, there's nothing really left for us here, so we might as well head back to the town, unless you all want to spend the night in this SHIELD facility with cameras and wiretaps everywhere, spying on us the whole night," I said.
None of them looked particularly enthused to spend the night here under that kind of scenario. Coulson just turned his head to the side with a fake look of innocence. "Hey, I'll have you know there aren't cameras ‘everywhere'," he said. "We at least have the common decency to not put those in the bathrooms."
I gave him a deadpan stare. "I noticed you didn't say anything about the wiretaps though. So that means you listen to people poop, don't you?" Coulson didn't respond, but that in itself was all the response I needed to hear. Ugh, I had stayed in hotels a lot before I finally got my own place, and I can bet that SHIELD had wiretapped all those hotel rooms. "If there are any lingering audio recordings featuring me, I want them all destroyed," I said to him with a glare that meant no nonsense.
Coulson just raised his hands in defeat. "Relax, Agent Romanoff already took care of all of that for you. In a completely unethical breach of protocol, she deleted all of our surveillance footage and audio of you."
I smiled at hearing that. So she did care after all… At least a little bit. I'd have to properly thank her for that the next time I saw her.
"Come on, Thor, it's time to go," I said to the man who turned and gave a longing look to his hammer.
"I know I'm not worthy of lifting it right now, but I'd still rather not leave without Mjolnir," Thor said.
Now I turned and stared at the famous hammer as well. I'd always wanted to try lifting it! I bet I was worthy!
"Oh yeah, I'm sure a being dripping with sin would be able to lift the weapon of the righteous…"
'I don't need your sarcasm right now, system. And you know what!? I bet you I can lift the hammer!'
"Go for it then, give it a shot…"
With a smug look on my face, I walked over and placed my hand on the handle. All eyes turned to me as I pulled upwards…
…
A glowing orange portal materialized back on the Main Street of Puente Antiguo. Two handsome men and two beautiful women stepped out of the portal. Nobody ever seemed to be on the streets in this town. It was now nighttime and much cooler, and yet the streets were still empty. It was late, and everything seemed closed, so our group decided to head towards the nearest motel – which also happened to be the only hotel in this tiny town.
The stupid hammer didn't think I was worthy of lifting it, so I ended up having to shove the thing in my inventory. Even then, it put up a bit of resistance, but Azazel was right; it wasn't emitting nearly enough power to stop me from shoving it in.
"Here you go, Thor," I said as I opened my inventory, and Mjolnir fell right out and thumped down onto the Crusty Motel carpet. I laughed a bit at my petty revenge towards the maybe-sentient inanimate object. These motel floors were absolutely disgusting and had no doubt borne witness to unspeakable acts within this room. And now the mighty Mjolnir – who didn't think me worthy of lifting it – was lying atop all that disgustingness.
"Thank you, Lady Layla, I shall see you on the morrow; then I shall go to find Lady Jane once again," Thor thanked me as I left his motel room and headed towards my own. We left Jane at the SHIELD facility because she had a lot of confiscated equipment to recover, and that was going to take a while for her to sort through. Could we have waited for her? Yes. Did I want to? Not really…
I plopped down on the bed in my own motel room, hoping it wasn't infested with bedbugs. It had been a long day. It was a weird dichotomy, being mentally fatigued and yet still feeling physically fine, but it didn't take me long to pass out. Tomorrow, we'd probably be fighting the Destroyer… not that I was particularly worried, knowing that either of my big brother or sister could one-shot the thing.
Ugh, and thinking about them… they had insisted on sharing a motel room together. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on between the two of them, and I didn't think I wanted to know. Let's just say that there are quite a few ‘pure’ Fallen Angel children in the Grigori and leave it at that.
[~Sweet Home Alabama, Where The Skies Are So Blue~]
Yep, the system pretty much hit the nail on the head there.
[Heh, in the next room over, your siblings are having se–]
"Fuck off, system!"
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Comments
CF
Layla could add a couple points sporadically after training, making an asspull excuse unnecessary. Or at least much more reasonable during a future fight.
