When a Filipino got Isekai'd with a twist! (Pinoy Isekai) volume 2
"Only I can summon those!
Chapter 11: Puppet Master!
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape as the four heroes approached the gates of the Human Kingdom. The air was thick with tension, and the weight of their recent victory felt overshadowed by the looming threat of the demons. Josh, Caine, Vismond, and Chris exchanged glances, each one aware that their journey was far from over.
As they entered the kingdom, the streets were filled with whispers of their exploits. The townsfolk looked at them with a mix of admiration and fear, their faces reflecting the uncertainty that had gripped the realm since Kieth's disappearance. The heroes had become symbols of hope, yet the specter of doubt loomed large.
"Tsk, I don't know if it was just me or . Are all of them looking at us with distain now?" Chris asked.
Josh furrowed his brow, scanning the faces in the crowd. "I think it's a mix of emotions. They're grateful for what we've done, but the fear of the demons is palpable. They don't know if we can protect them again."
Caine, ever the pragmatist, shrugged. "Fear can breed resentment. They might think we're the reason for their troubles, especially with Kieth gone. We need to remind them that we're still fighting for them."
Vismond, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, his voice steady. "We should address them. Show them that we're not just heroes in stories, but real people who share their fears and hopes. If we don't connect with them, that disdain will only grow."
Chris nodded, his earlier frustration fading. "You're right. We can't let them feel abandoned. Let's find a place to speak to them, to rally their spirits."
As the heroes made their way through the crowded streets, the weight of the townsfolk's gazes grew heavier. The whispers and murmurs swirled around them, a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. Chris, Josh, Caine, and Vismond knew that their words would need to be more than just reassuring – they would need to be a beacon of hope in a time of uncertainty.
"Let's get to the central square," Vismond suggested, his voice low and urgent. "We need to speak to as many of them as we can, and fast. The ceasefire's end is looming, and we don't know what will happen when it does."
The others nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination. As they reached the central square, the crowd parted, revealing a makeshift platform. Vismond stepped up, his presence commanding attention.
"People of the Human Kingdom," he began, his voice ringing out across the square. "We know that fear and doubt have taken hold. The demons may have agreed to a ceasefire, but we all know it won't last. The clock is ticking, and when it runs out, we'll face an enemy unlike any we've ever known."
The crowd's murmurs grew louder, their anxiety palpable. Chris took a step forward, his eyes scanning the sea of faces.
"We've fought hard to protect you, and we'll continue to do so," Chris said, his voice firm. "But we need your trust, your faith in us. We can't do this alone."
Caine's voice cut in, his tone pragmatic. "We have a few days left before the ceasefire ends. We'll use that time to prepare, to strategize. But we need you to stand with us, to fight for our kingdom."
Josh's words followed, his voice filled with conviction. "We've seen the worst of the demons' cruelty, but we've also seen their weakness. We can defeat them, but it won't be easy. It'll take every one of us, working together."
The crowd's response was mixed, some nodding in agreement, others looking skeptical. Vismond raised his hands, his eyes burning with determination.
"We'll face whatever comes next, together. We'll defend our kingdom, our people, and our way of life. We'll show the demons that we won't back down."
The heroes' words hung in the air, a promise of defiance in the face of uncertainty. But as they looked out at the crowd, they knew that the real challenge was only just beginning.
Vismond stood atop a makeshift platform, his voice booming across the village square. "We understand your fears, but we assure you, we are committed to protecting this village and the entire realm. We've fought hard against the demons, and we'll continue to stand strong against any threat that may arise."
The villagers listened intently, their faces etched with worry and uncertainty. Chris, Josh, and Caine stood beside Vismond, their eyes scanning the crowd, trying to gauge the villagers' reactions.
Just as Vismond was about to continue, a loud screech pierced the air. The ground began to shake, and the sky darkened as a horde of twisted, monstrous creatures emerged from the shadows.
The villagers' screams were drowned out by the sound of shattering wood and crumbling stone. A green gas began to spread, choking the air and obscuring visibility.
The heroes were caught off guard, their eyes widening in shock as they stared at the monsters. The villagers, panicked and frightened, pointed accusatory fingers at the heroes. "You're the ones who brought this upon us!" someone shouted.
The heroes' instincts kicked in, and they drew their weapons, ready to defend the villagers. But as they charged into battle, the villagers' cries and screams only grew louder, accusing them of being the monsters' masters.
Frank Abigneil, Ted Butcher, and Jack the Ripper watched from the shadows, their faces hidden behind masks of twisted delight. The heroes were being set up, and the villagers would never doubt their guilt.
The battle raged on, the heroes fighting to contain the monsters, but the green gas and the villagers' accusations made it seem like they were the ones unleashing the horror. The heroes' reputations were being torn apart, and their fate hung in the balance.
As the battle raged on, the heroes fought valiantly to contain the monsters, their swords clashing with the creatures' twisted bodies. But amidst the chaos, Frank Abigneil, Ted Butcher, Jack the Ripper and Josef manipulated the scene, using smoke and mirrors to create an illusion of the heroes slaughtering the villagers.
The villagers, already panicked and frightened, were convinced that the heroes were the monsters' masters. They watched in horror as the heroes killed the creatures, but their minds were twisted to believe that they were killing innocent people.
Frank, Ted,Jack and Josef watched from the shadows, their faces twisted with malevolent glee. They subtly adjusted the smoke and mirrors, ensuring that the heroes' faces were captured in moments of intense battle, but made to look like they were enjoying the carnage.
The heroes, oblivious to the manipulation, continued to fight, their focus solely on defeating the monsters. But the villagers' screams and accusations grew louder, "Murderers! You're killing us all!"
The heroes' reputations were being irreparably damaged, and their fate was being sealed. The scene was set for their downfall, and Frank, Ted, and Jack would be the ones pulling the strings.
As the battle subsided, the heroes stood victorious but battered, surrounded by the carnage of the monster attack. However, the villagers' anger and fear had grown, fueled by the manipulation of Frank, Ted, and Jack.
The villagers' accusations turned violent, and they began to throw rocks and debris at the heroes. "Murderers! You're the ones who brought this upon us!" The heroes, still trying to process what was happening, were caught off guard by the sudden hostility.
Vismond raised his hands, trying to calm the crowd. "Wait, we're not the ones who—"
But his words were drowned out by the villagers' rage. Chris, Josh, and Caine stood back-to-back, ready to defend themselves against the mob.
The situation was spiraling out of control, and the heroes were running out of options. They knew they had to escape, but the villagers were closing in.
Frank, Ted, and Jack watched from a distance, their faces hidden behind masks of concern. "It seems the heroes have outlived their usefulness," Frank whispered.
Frank Abigneil's eyes widened in fake outrage as he pushed his way to the front of the crowd. "Murderers! You killed my parents!" he shouted, his voice cracking with false emotion.
The villagers nearby looked at him with a mix of sympathy and anger, and some of them began to chant along with him. "Murderers! Murderers!"
Frank's eyes locked onto Caine, and with a swift motion, he picked up a nearby bottle and hurled it at him. The bottle shattered on the ground near Caine's feet, and the crowd's anger surged even further.
The heroes were caught off guard by Frank's sudden outburst, and they struggled to defend themselves against the mob's accusations. Vismond tried to reason with the crowd, but it was clear that Frank's manipulation was working.
The scene was chaotic, with the villagers' anger and Frank's fake emotions fueling the fire. The heroes were in grave danger, and it seemed that their situation couldn't get any worse.
With the crowd's anger boiling over, the heroes knew they had to act fast. Vismond shouted, "We need to get out of here, now!" and the four of them turned to make a hasty retreat.
They pushed through the crowd, dodging flying debris and angry villagers. Frank's voice echoed behind them, "Stop them! Don't let them get away!"
The heroes ran as fast as they could, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew they had to find a safe place to regroup and figure out their next move.
As they fled, the villagers gave chase, their shouts and curses filling the air. The heroes' breathless sprint took them through the winding streets, their only goal to escape the mob's wrath.
fast-forward six months later.
The heroes had been on the run for what felt like an eternity. Despite their efforts to help those in need and save lives, the villagers' hatred towards them had only intensified. Everywhere they went, they were met with suspicion, anger, and even violence.
Despite the challenges, the heroes had continued to grind, honing their skills and leveling up. Chris, Josh, Caine, and Vismond had all reached level 950, and they were determined to keep pushing forward.
Their ultimate goal was to reach level 1600, matching the power of the demon kings. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were willing to do whatever it took to clear their names and bring justice to those who had wronged them.
As they traveled from place to place, they took on quests and missions that allowed them to help those in need. They saved villages from monster attacks, rescued people from danger, and even foiled plots by nefarious organizations.
But no matter how hard they tried, the people's hatred towards them persisted. They were constantly looking over their shoulders, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Frank, Ted, Jack and Josef the masterminds behind the heroes' framing, watched from the shadows, manipulating events to ensure the heroes' downfall. They were determined to keep the heroes in the spotlight, making sure the people never forgot their "crimes."
The heroes' journey was far from over. They had to keep pushing forward, grinding, and leveling up. But would it be enough to overcome the odds stacked against them?
Meanwhile at The dark, cavernous throne room was lit only by flickering torches, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Xandros, the demon lord, sat on his throne, his piercing gaze fixed on the four anti-heroes standing before him.
Frank Abigneil, the chameleon the manipulator, Ted Butcher, the brutal enforcer, Jack the Ripper, the infamous serial killer, and Josef mengele, the genius cannibalistic scientist, stood at attention, their eyes cast downward in respect.
Frank began the report, his voice smooth and confident. "My lord Xandros, esteemed Demon Kings, we have successfully framed the heroes for the massacre in Greenhaven. The humans are convinced that the heroes are their enemies, and the five nations are at each other's throats."
Ted Butcher spoke up, his voice gruff. "We've also been spreading disinformation and fueling the flames of conflict between the nations. It's only a matter of time before they tear each other apart."
Jack the Ripper chuckled, his eyes gleaming with madness. "And the heroes, those self-righteous fools, are still trying to clear their names. They're so focused on proving their innocence that they're neglecting the real threat: us."
Josef Mengele's voice was detached and clinical. "I've been conducting experiments, studying the effects of chaos and trauma on human populations. The results are... fascinating. The humans are becoming increasingly paranoid and aggressive, making them easier to manipulate."
Xandros leaned forward, his eyes burning with interest. "And what of the heroes' power level? Are they still a threat to our dominance?"
Frank nodded. "We've been monitoring their progress, my lord. They're currently around level 950, still grinding to reach our level. But even with their growth, they're no match for our might."
The Demon Kings nodded, their faces set with determination. Xandros's voice dripped with satisfaction. "Well done, my servants. Your work will help pave the way for our ultimate victory. Continue to manipulate the humans, and soon we will strike the final blow."
The four anti-heroes bowed, their faces expressionless, but their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. They knew their work was far from over, and they were eager to see the humans' downfall.
How would you like the heroes to respond to this development? Will they discover the demon lord's plan, or will they continue to be pawns in the anti-heroes' game?
Xandros's face twisted into a pleased smile as he listened to the anti-heroes' report. "Excellent work, my servants. The humans are more divided than ever, and the heroes are on the brink of collapse. Continue to fuel the flames of conflict between the nations. I want the humans to be too busy fighting each other to notice our true intentions."
Frank Abigneil nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "My lord, we've already begun spreading rumors and misinformation to further divide the nations. The humans are starting to turn on each other, and the heroes are powerless to stop it."
The Butcher chuckled, his voice dripping with malice. "And with the heroes' reputations in tatters, the humans will be even more likely to believe our lies. We'll make sure they think the heroes are the ones responsible for their troubles."
Josef mengele (the Architect of Death) voice was detached and clinical. "I've been studying the effects of trauma and fear on human populations. By manipulating the humans' emotions and perceptions, we can create a sense of chaos and disorder that will make them easier to control."
Jack the Ripper's eyes gleamed with madness as he spoke up. "And with the heroes out of the way, we'll be free to unleash our full fury on the humans. They'll be torn apart by their own conflicts, and we'll be the ones pulling the strings."
Xandros's smile grew wider as he listened to his servants' plans. "Proceed with your plans, my servants. The humans will soon be ripe for the taking. Let's make sure they're too busy fighting each other to notice our true intentions."
The anti-heroes bowed, their faces set with determination. They knew their work was far from over, and they were eager to see the humans' downfall.
As they dispersed to carry out their plans, the demon lord's laughter echoed through the throne room, a cold and mirthless sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. The humans were in for a world of trouble, and the heroes were about to face their greatest challenge yet.
To be continued....
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Reincarnation of the magicless!
"No magic?, No problem!"