A striking lavender and humongous, dumbbell-shaped building was now visited by a crowd of customers, especially officer workers who had their spare time in the afternoon. Precisely, a glistening purple door-shaped portal persistently stood on the building's left shape, granting the line of customers at the front to enter its inside. Enlarge scarlet letters stating, "Super-Eager Gym" levitated on the center, attracting the people on the sidewalk to join the crowded line.
Meanwhile, inside the gym, a group of motion scarlet silhouettes smoothly declared their sporting activities, such as running and lifting heavy-weight dumbbells, inside the glimmering purplish wall. They accompanied the sports-uniformed customers who lifted hefty holographic projection dumbbells or played a challenging gym tool, such as a chunky projection chest press.
From the horde of customers, Caldister was also among it as he sat on the balmy and wide bluish holographic chair, slowly hauling a bulky dumbbell from up to down. However, a somberness engulfed him as he began to wince. He even paused his dumbbell, dampening a flood of sweat on his neck.
A black-short hair with Birkin bangs and a tan-skinned woman wearing a blue tank top and long black jogging pants rotated her concerned stare at the Caldister while sprinting. Moreover, she lowered her sprinting steps on the glowing gray treadmill projection. The Girl repeatedly tapped the button on the right side, lowering the treadmill's speed as she began to walk.
At last, the treadmill finally stopped, and grabbed her small towel before hopping out, approaching Caldister who agitatedly dropped his dumbbell. The tank-top girl washed the sweat on her forehead as she stood behind him, alerting Caldister to dart his anxious stare onto her.
"Are you okay, hon?" The tank top girl asked, choosing to sit beside him and wrapping the back of his neck.
"Is there something wrong?" The girl added.
Caldister sighed hesitantly, "I'm sorry, Halda, I'm sorry."
"It…just I drowned into that horrific memory again," Caldister muttered, biting his lip in intense agitation.
Caldister rubbed his chin and whimpered, "Ever since I heard The Crazy Pendoswing and his rotten Succubus returned, I began to become anxious."
"Even worse, that same Succubus was the prime suspect of many bad guys being freed," Caldister bickered, taking a deep breath that lured his girlfriend to bump her head and tighten her wrapping arm.
"It's okay hon," Halda assured, tapping his chest and convincing her boyfriend to sluggishly open a smile.
"I knew healing from your traumatic experience is very hard and I will always be there if you need it," Halda added.
Afterward, Caldister held his girlfriend's hand as tight as possible, attempting to wipe out the nightmarish trauma from perturbed thought. Eventually, he placidly smiled and raised his head, retrieving his holding hand from her and blurting a sheepish giggle as he rolled his neck to the left.
"Thank you for your lukewarm comfort, Halda," Caldister thanked his girlfriend, blowing a soothing whistle.
"I still had a hard time moving on from the nightmarish moment," Caldister admitted, shaking his head and rubbing his face.
"Being a Triumph Maker is also included to walk suppress trauma, but sadly. I'm still struggling with it," Caldister mumbled, gazing at his tremoring palm that he forcibly clenched.
Halda kissed his right cheek shortly and said, "At least, you're still not quitting as Scrap Devil."
"Not all Superheroes could take your duty, Caldister," Halda remarked, stroking her boyfriend's cheek. "Or even
Caldister panted, "I supposed so."
"To be fair, if it wasn't for you and my ex, Prila, I might quit this Superhero job," Caldister confessed.
"And thank you for believing in me," Caldister said, patting her on the back of her neck.
Caldister hummed, "By the way, do you want to eat in KBG Chicken and Fries?"
"I heard there is a buy one get one promotion today," Caldister announced, convincing his girlfriend to plant her concerned eyes.
Halda gulped, "Ah sure, but how about you?"
"Do you have some kind of urgent meeting with your teammate?" Halda asked skeptically. "Especially with a lot of criminals being freed."
Caldister chuckled, "Relax, Halda, relax."
"I haven't received any sudden call from The Alien Man or even Layfree," Caldister mentioned.
Caldister broadened his smile, "So for now, it's still free time,"
"Besides, I needed to chill off the negative thoughts by spending time with you," Caldister uttered.
The couple immediately shares their sprightly laughter, radiating a relaxed mood in the treadmill area. Halda got up from the chair, lending her hand to her boyfriend who opened his pleased smile. Then, Caldister quickly accepted her hand and stood up from the chair, sneaking his sight at the lengthy dumbbell projection lying in the center.
"But before, we have to go, can I do some deadlift first?" Caldister asked, stretching his right arm upward. "It's been a while I haven't done it."
"Sure, sure, but be careful," Halda replied, prodding his shoulder and sheepishly smirking. "I'm afraid your legs are not strong enough to hold it."
Caldister cackled, "Hehe…you're not wrong."
"However, I can heal myself with my power too," Caldister clarified. "Besides, I am a superhuman too.
"So this dumbbell will be an easy task for me," Caldister assured, withdrawing his hand and centering his sight on the dumbbell."
Halda facepalmed and whispered, "Oh yeah…I almost forgot your power can heal a broken bone too."
"Okay then, I shall continue my treadmill again for 5 minutes," Halda said excitedly, pointing her finger to the empty treadmill machine to the left before sprinting onto it to resume her afternoon exercise.
Caldister raised his thumb, "Sure."
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Breezy afternoon wind gusted throughout Herdeath Valley, a valley with a radiating golden crystal surface covering the entire vast landscape. The vast valley cleanly showcased various colored crystalized statues of the fallen warriors sunk deeply into the depths of the crystal ground.
Furthermore, most crystallized warrior statues wore helmets with facial features or shapes resembling animals. Some statues even showed their heads or bodies torn apart or displayed a wide range of cracking lines in their limbs. Even the crack on the statue's neck unveiled lines of rusted jewels.
A paper-thin bluish triangular portal manifested in the middle of the statue with a goat-headed statue that showed a huge cracking line almost splitting her in half. The portal imminently shrunk until leaving only a small blue triangle object. The triangle object extended its limbs into a glowing blue humanoid.
The humanoid's glowing surface dispersed into thin air as he smoothly landed on the crystalized ground. It was unfolded to be The Non-Human Slayer, Omnugorg rotated his head from left to right. A pitch-black bird skull helmet covered the upper half of Omnugorg's head.
A maroon-red leather mask with a frozen cynical expression shelved his face, reflecting the rising blue lights within the glassy eye parts. A horde of azure triangular crystals wrapped around his neck like a buckling necklace, continuously embarking the growing particles on each crystal.
A tight black suit with splashing red paint on the side covered Omnugorg's body, sparking the racing bluish lines on his back. A pitch-black leather vest strapped on his upper body. Its center spot revealed a large bronze head skeleton of the humanoid figure with a sharp chin and bubbly forehead. Bone ornaments were also included on his arms as a pair of lengthy white snake-like limbs latched on.
Two pristine white gloves with crimson opals sleeved on Omnugorg's hands, siphoning a dusty wave of navy blue energy as he stepped further. The horde of razor-sharp variety of white teeth buckled on The Non-Human Slayer's waist as they were interconnected with a transient bluish string.
Sky blue metal boots with a pair of tiny arrow-shaped objects patched on Omnugorg's feet tightly, blistering ghastly gasses. A pair of lengthened spines with sharp spikes planted on the upper part of his legs, turning it into his kneecaps. A half-feathery maroon-red cape was patched on his left shoulder, covering his back.
Omnugorg sighed and cackled, "So The Infamous Pendoswing asked me to meet in Herdeath?"
"Truly an odd idea," Omnugorg admitted, scanning his surroundings and cautiously stepping forward. "Especially this is like a cemetery for many fallen warriors in the past."
Omnugorg shrugged it off and chuckled, "However, my client is a crazed cosmic being, so I guessed I have to follow it."
Regardless, Omnugorg continued to inspect the valley further, blowing a high-pitched whistle when he gazed at the statue of the coyote armored man kneeling and somberly holding a woman. The Non-Human Slayer shook his head agitatedly and clapped his hands with the discovery.
"A statue honoring a dead couple too? Wow, odd discovery" The Non-Human Slayer commented.
"Probably those magical people, Valtorians truly love to make a cautious reminder of the unfortunate ending of their almost neverending war," Omnugorg mentioned, furrowing his eyes further to the statue.
Omnugorg steered his watchful sight to the sky and gasped when he spotted a trace of purplish sky from the far left. He blew a hefty sigh before resuming his steps, scanning in every direction. A flock of azure sparks shone through his back after pausing his steps, gaining a sense of someone approaching him.
"Guess, you already arrived too, gorgeous lady," Omnugorg guessed confidently, spotting The Supermodel Succubus blissfully giggling and stepping closer from behind him.
"I adore your enhanced sense too, Omnugorg," Casmine praised, widening her smile in enthrallment.
Omnugorg giggled and replied, "As a non-human slayer, having a hyper-sharp sense is a must."
"So am I the only one who already came here?" The Non-Human Slayer asked curiously, turning around and centering his attention toward Casmine.
Casmine giggled, "Oh the others are already here, waiting for your arrival."
"Follow me," Casmine provoked, waving her hand. "Pendoswing has been waiting for your arrival."
As The Supermodel Succubus headed to the left side, Omnugorg followed her and gusted more azure sparks from his back. Casmine slightly noticed the mounting sparks rose from The Non-Monster Slayer, pursuing her to turn her calmed grin at him while she continued to direct him to their destination.
"Perhaps, you should lower the flow of spark, Omnugorg," The Supermodel Succubus suggested. "I knew Pendoswing's act could be unpredictable, but I assure you he will not hurt you because he already paid you a lot."
"You should relax, Omnugorg," Casmine added, releasing a high-pitched giggle and pitching her chin softly.
Omnugorg groaned, "To be fair, I always prepare for the worst when comes to having a non-human client."
"Even cautious person too. Sometimes, I do like a cautious man to be one of my victims too," Casmine teased, freeing her malevolent grin.
"Will you be cautious toward if we become a thing, handsome?" The Supermodel Succubus countered.
Omnugorg exhaled a hefty breath and admitted, "Well I am always being cautious with every non-human being."
"However, I would love to try with you, gorgeous lady" Omnugorg professed, marking his captivated finger at her.
"Sadly, you already have a romantic relationship with The Infamous Pendoswing," The Non-Human Slayer bickered.
Casmine snickered, "Quite unfortunate, you're not the type of guy who loves to steal another man's woman."
"Yup, indeed," The Non-Human Slayer stated.
The Supermodel Succubus paused her steps when reaching a fallen statue of a woman closing her somber eyes, persuading Omnugorg to slide his head to the left. She booted the crystalized ground below, casting a yellow circle that broadened its direction briefly. Then, The Supermodel Succubus switched her stare to the intrigued Onmugorg.
"Don't worry, this teleporting process will be quick," Casmine assured, cheerfully giggling at The Non-Human Slayer.
The broadened circle evoked an enlarged racing light to swaddle The Supermodel Succubus and The Non-Human Slayer. Eventually, the circle shone its last flash before ceasing from the naked eye alongside the two individuals' presences, leaving the Herdeath Valley to secure a serene rest.
Meanwhile, inside the valley's underground side, two glimmering white silhouettes illuminated the room, filled with rusted gray crystal surface merging with the brown stone-surface wall. The silhouettes' glimmering surfaces vaporized, generating Casmine and Omnugorg's presence.
Their arrival was greeted by three individuals who slowly approached them, locking their fascinated sights. Omnugorg set his interested gaze on the tall man securely shielding his head with an amber-hexagonal helmet and wearing a sparkling silver uniform, blowing a sigh of relief from his throat. As for Casmine, she perceived the two black, rugged cloak individuals approaching her.
"You've been rescued by The Succubus too, Omnugorg?" The Hexagonal Helmet man asked curiously.
Omnugorg crossed his hand brazenly, "Indeed, Halgondal. I'm surprised you also here too."
"They must be recruited you because of your feat on almost defeating Prila?" Omnugorg guessed.
Halgonda nodded hesitantly, "Well…well…to be fair she was superior to me. I could only stand a chance against her by using outside sources."
"I heard you will be the first one?" Halgonda asked.
The Non-Human Slayer raised his thumb and chortled, "Precisely, The Infamous Pendoswing paid me a massive buck."
Suddenly, a pressuring gale gushed upon the criminals, feeling their legs tremoring like a person standing on an earthquake. The Non-Human Slayer clutched his trembling arms when he began to capture the embarking sighting above, while Halgonda swallowed a large gulp of saliva and frozenly bowed his head in fear. Even the two hooded individuals agitatedly kneeled after gazing at the particular presence on the top.
Specifically, the rescued criminals detected The Reincarnated Cosmic Being, Pendoswing hovering and extending his arms in flaring confidence. A storming orange aura discharged from his back. Although the sun-like aura unbriddling from above, all the rescued criminals dampened their necks with sweat as if they being touched by the heat.
Trepidation sense haunted Halgonda as he forcibly bent his knees, constantly exhaling a struggling pant from his sore throat. Omnugorg observed his fellow rescued criminal who was flooded by the unrelenting dread, forcing him to groan and siphoning navy-blue energy vines on his wrists.
"Welcome, fellow rescued criminals of Gloricons," Pendoswing greeted all the criminals blithely. "I hope you enjoyed your temporary shelter beneath the valley that honored the deceased Valtorian warriors."
"Now it's time to review each of your wonderful parts," The Reincarnated Cosmic Being announced, surging more aura to fire up the insatiable thrill of gathering with his pawns.
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