The W2RLD

Written by: Leon the Man

Edited by: The Masked Eidolon

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Chapter 6 - Devious Lick

Date: 8 years ago

Time: 6 a.m.

Location: The Motherland

"Ding ding ding!" the alarm clock rang loudly.

The 10-year-old climbed out of bed, brushed his teeth, grabbed a cracker for breakfast, ran outside, and put on some clothes.

He ran through the narrow alleys till he reached the main road. It was only 6 in the morning, so there were very few people. Additionally, it was raining. A cold, uncomfortable rain that only made the boy shiver as he crossed the bridge over the river.

He dashed across the main plaza of the village, sprinting so that the police patrolling the streets wouldn't see him.

Ten minutes later, he was finally at his destination.

The railroad station.

The boy darted behind the building. Slowing to a stop, the boy, Daniel was his name, approached the predetermined meeting place.

His best friend, Leon, was leaving for America today.

They had been friends since birth, but now his family was moving to America. They would ride the train to Kiev and then fly the rest by plane.

Daniel had come to say goodbye to Leon. They had agreed to meet at the big bush behind the station, and that's where he was waiting for Leon right now.

After a few minutes of suspense, Leon finally showed up.

"Daniel, blyattttt suka!" he exclaimed upon seeing his friend. Translation: "Daniel, you came!"

"Suka suka suka blyat," Daniel replied, smiling. Translation: "I did, I had to say goodbye to you."

Note: the word-by-word translation isn't exactly accurate, but the meaning is conveyed don't worry.

Anyway, from now on I'll just automatically translate the sentences to English (but of course they're speaking Russian in reality).

"I'm glad you could come," Leon approached Daniel slowly. Like his friend, Leon was a ten-year -old boy who was born and raised in Russia, and also like Daniel, he was completely soaked from the rain.

"So, you're leaving now, huh?" Daniel asked, looking down.

"Yeah," Leon replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

"I'm...I'm happy for you," Daniel said, his head still pointed down. The truth was, he hated for Leon to leave. They had been best friends their whole lives, and now Leon's family was leaving, probably forever.

They would most likely never see each other again. Daniel would never see his best friend again.

"Hey, Daniel," Leon bent down to look at his friend's face. "I don't want to leave you too. But, our parents have each other's phone numbers and we can always call!" Leon tried to cheer Daniel up, but it didn't work.

"Y...yeah," Daniel replied, turning his face away.

Leon straightened back up.

"Daniel, I want you to have this," he reached out of his pocket and took out a small object.

Daniel looked up. "What is this?" he asked.

"It's a reusable condom," Leon smiled wholesomely. "I don't know what a condom is, but once you figure it out, you can use it and reuse it as many times as you want. And, hey, Daniel..."

"Yeah?"

"Remember me. Whenever you use that condom, think of me. That way, you'll never forget me." Leon paused.

"Here, take it," Leon handed him the condom with a smile. He, like Daniel, was extremely upset at their parting...but he hid his emotions better.

I'm not super awesome at describing emotions though, so just assume he cried in the train later or something -_-

Daniel took the packaged condom. It was labeled "Reusable condom blyat."

He turned it over. On the back, the condom said "Use vodka as lube for best effect."

"Thanks, Leon. But...I didn't bring you anything."

"That's okay," Leon grinned. "I'll remember you anyway, I promise. Can you promise me you'll remember me?"

Daniel squeezed the condom in his hand as a tear slipped from his eye.

"I promise, Leon. I will never forget you."

"That's great," Leon took a step back. "Well then, Daniel, goodbye. I hope I see you again someday."

Daniel nodded. "Goodbye, Leon."

The next day, Leon was in the United States. There, he met Neon and Mox, and they quickly bonded and became good friends. The next three years, he hung out a lot with them, but, of course he always remembered and missed his old best friend Daniel.

During his time in the United States, Leon found out what a condom was.

He regretted his earlier parting gift.

Anyway, after living in the U.S. for about 3 years, the whole International Weed Scandal began.

As the world began edging toward a gigantic war (the estimates predicted the war to be nearly as destructive as the last episode of Squid Game was to the fanbase), Leon's parents made a rash decision.

One day, while Leon was uh uhm errr watching youtube videos, his parents walked in and announced the news.

"Leon, we're moving back to Russia blyat."

Spoiler alert, they did not move to Russia.

Bombs fell, and Russia was destroyed - as was the rest of the world, of course, during World War 4.20.

When Leon finally awoke, all he saw around him were ruins.

And in the distance, he saw fireworks.

The fireworks Virgil had set off.

Needless to say, he never made it there. Leon stopped at a jungle 50 miles away from the Virgil Empire and lived there for 5 years.

You know the rest, he got a call from Neon, he arrived at the Dark Knights' lair with his guinea pig STD, his pet rock Ryan, and his magical laptop.

And, last we saw him, he and Daniel blew up the front gates of the Virgil Palace.

About that, let's go straight to that scene and see what happens next...

As the entrance to the palace erupted in flames, King Virgil, horrified, got up to run away.

"The war...it has begun," he whispered, frantically hurrying away. He knew his army could overwhelm the Dark Knights in a direct battle, but at the moment, the Dark Knights had attacked with surprise, and the Virgilian citizens were too shocked and scared to react.

Right now, Virgil just needed to escape alive. Only then would he be able to deal with the attack.

"Leon!" Daniel yelled over the roar of the fire, seeing that Virgil was escaping. "He went that way! Let's follow him!"

"No," Leon replied, grabbing Daniel by his arm. "Daniel, we can deal with Virgil later, there's someone I need to kill first."

"But Mox said-"

"I don't care what Mox said. Daniel," Leon turned to look him directly in the eyes. "There are bigger problems at hand here than Virgil. Mox is an idiot. He can't calculate more than two steps ahead. If we kill Virgil right now, the best case scenario is a full on war between his citizens and the Dark Knights. That's not what we want, right?"

"Leon, our goal is to overthrow Virgil and his government!"

Leon cursed under his breath.

"Daniel, no it isn't. We are the last of the human race. Virgil has too many followers. We kill him with no explanation, everyone in the Virgilian kingdom will go to war with the Dark Knights. I don't know who will win, but what I do know is that there will be huge losses on both sides, and, most likely, nearly everyone will die."

Leon paused.

"Daniel, if we kill Virgil, we, as the human race, will be commiting suicide."

Daniel replied "-_-"

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's the only logical conclusion to the situation. Killing him will only escalate the situation. Like I said, there's someone else I need to find and kill first."

"And who would that be?" Daniel inquired.

Leon sneered.

"The person's name is Oliver. He probably doesn't know it, but he is the key to everything."

Daniel sighed. "I don't even know who Oliver is."

"You'll find out soon. Follow me."

Daniel nodded as Leon dashed off in the opposite direction of where Virgil had gone.

The palace was extremely well designed, and so the remaining part of the palace was practically unharmed. And although the golden mansion had plenty of twists and turns, Leon was clearly sprinting toward a specific location.

Wherever Oliver was, Leon knew the location.

After rushing up a final third and running down another corridor, Leon abruptly screeched to a stop in front of a door.

Daniel nearly collided with him.

"Oliver is in here," Leon announced, putting his left hand on the doorknob as he reached into his pocket and took out a pistol with his right hand.

"Wait, Leon."

"What is it?" Leon asked, annoyed at being distracted.

"Weren't we carrying a flamethrower when we arrived?"

"I suppose that is true."

"So you're saying we just left it there and took off without it?"

Leon sighed as he took something else out of his pockets. Two shots of vodka.

He gave one to Daniel, who gladly accepted it.

"To shitty plot holes," Leon offered, raising a glass.

"To shitty plot holes," Daniel agreed. They clinked their glasses of vodka and drank to the pathetic excuse of a plot Leon has come up with.

"Ahhh," Leon finished his glass. "You know, Daniel, in Russia, there is saying: do not do anything while you are sober."

"That is good saying," Daniel agreed, hiccuping.

"Yes. Now then, let's go!" Leon yelled, swinging the door open, revealing Oliver, terrified. He was still in bed, holding his body pillow and shivering.

"Huh. Oliver is child," Daniel observed, narrowing his eyes in his half-drunk state.

"Yes," Leon confirmed, pointing the gun at Oliver. "Oliver, get out of bed, right now."

Oliver raised his arms, terrified, and stood up from his bed.

"Lmao," Daniel laughed. "Oliver looks like a boner when he was sitting but then stands up!"

"Indeed," Leon chuckled. "However, Daniel, we are currently drunk from vodka and are about to get distracted by distraction. We must focus on the target."

"Hmmm," Daniel mused. "It appears Oliver is very important to the plot of the story. Killing him right now seems like it would mess up the plot - we still have seven chapters left, after all!"

"Daniel," Leon turned to him. "I need to kill him right now."

"I understand, Leon, but you haven't even told us why you want to kill him. You are drunk, and you are thinking LGBTQ."

"What do you mean, I am thinking LGBTQ?" Leon inquired, confused.

"What I mean is that you are not thinking straight," Daniel explained.

"Makes sense. I like you, you make sense," Leon smiled wholesomely as he took out another glass of vodka and chugged the whole thing.

"Alright," Leon continued, aiming his gun back at Oliver. "Oliver, you know what you did, and you will die for it."

"Wait, Leon!" Oliver protested. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Oliver," Leon stumbled a bit as he tried to stand, "My laptop...I can kill anyone with it, except you or anyone close to you. I don't know how you're able to counter the power of the laptop, but it doesn't matter. Once I kill you, Virgil will die and we will overtake the kingdom without a war."

"What laptop?" Daniel asked. "Leon, what are you talking about?"

"I'll explain later, Daniel," Leon loaded the gun and pointed it at Oliver's head. "Goodbye, Oliver."

As you probably guessed, my dear readers, Leon didn't shoot the gun.

"Shit!!!" Leon yelled, dropping the gun as his hands flew to his ding dong while he collapsed on the floor.

"Leon!!! What's wrong?!" Daniel yelled, crouching down Russian style.

"Suka blyat!!!" Leon cursed, holding his uh pelvic area. "My...my..."

Oliver, being not a complete idiot, chose this moment to escape through the window.

"What is it??" Daniel turned Leon over to his side. Leon's breathing was fast and his eyes were suddenly bloodshot red. He was sweating and shaking uncontrollably, and he looked like he was about to puke. Whatever had happened to him, it was probably extremely serious.

"I think I grew a second penis," Leon whispered.

"I'm sorry, w h a t," Daniel inquired.

Leon spit out blood as he struggled to crawl back to his feet.

"The laptop...it has magical powers. I don't have time to explain it fully right now, but, basically, I can change or create objects or even living organisms when I have my laptop. If I type 'and a box of crackers appeared in Daniel's hand,' a box of crackers would appear in your hand. Additionally, if I instead typed 'and, at this moment, Daniel's thumb suddenly became three times longer,' that is exactly what would happen."

Leon looked up at Daniel, who was extremely horrified by the whole concept (and the fact that Leon now had two pensises).

"Daniel, I am the narrator of this story, and I have the ability to change things about our world by using the laptop. Normally, I am the only one who can do this...but it seems Chandler, who stole my laptop in the previous chapter, has been able to hack my laptop somehow."

"If this is true," Daniel replied, helping Leon back to his feet, "why didn't you just kill Virgil and Oliver by typing 'and Virgil and Oliver suddenly had heart attacks?'"

"My laptop isn't exactly like a Death Note, Daniel. It has limitations."

"But you can tell me about them later, right? We need to catch up to Oliver right now!"

"No, I think a better idea would be to explain everything to you right now while half of the Dark Knights, led by Mox, are attacking the kingdom."

"I'll trust your opinion here, Leon. Go on."

"Well, my laptop has very clear limitations. Please listen to this very carefully, because this is an extremely important part."

"Woah! You can talk in bold letters! That's pretty cool!" Daniel grinned.

"Indeed it is. Anyway, listen carefully, because this is a very crucial part of the story."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time."

"I know you did, Daniel, but some of my readers probably still aren't paying any attention to what I'm saying. So, for the last time, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT, READ THIS CAREFULLY."

Leon walked over to Oliver's bed and sat down.

"As I said earlier, my laptop allows me to do things which extend beyond the normal physical laws. Specifically, my laptop's abilities are divided into three parts: 1. Myself. 2. Others. 3. Objects. Let me explain what this means."

Leon took a deep breath.

"The first part of the laptop's abilities involve me, Leon, the Narrator and Writer of the story. By typing it into the laptop, I can change myself in any way I wish...technically. I could give myself wings, or I could give myself the ability to talk to animals. I could give myself a severe hate for sushi, or I could turn myself into a grain of rice. Anything I want is hypothetically possible. But, as I said earlier, there are limitations. Whenever I edit myself in any way, my energy and short-term health are severely affected. The extent depends on how big the change was. Let me give you an example."

Leon stretched out his hand.

"If I made myself grow a sixth finger on my hand, for example, I would become instantly deprived of energy and probably want to go take a nap as soon as possible. However, if I were to grow another arm or two, I would most likely fall asleep on the spot. Finally, if I did something extreme to myself such as grow wings, I would immediately fall into a coma for several days or even die on the spot. Does this make sense so far?"

Daniel nodded.

"Okay. The second part of the laptop's abilities are practically the same, except they work for other people. Whatever change I make to a person will affect their energy and short-term health to the extent of the severity of the change. If I make you grow a third eye, you will probably become dizzy and in severe need of a short nap. If I, on the other hand, did something more major to you such as give you the power of telekinesis, the change would be too great and your body wouldn't handle it...you would die. Alternatively, I could also simply type 'And then Daniel died,' and you would die. However, there is a very specific limitation here. I can change everyone except Oliver and anyone close to him. Whether it be his siblings James and Bonnie or his friend and body-pillow seller Charlie Lawson, none of my actions toward any of them work. The laptop just glitches and then displays an error message. I don't know who Oliver is, but he is somehow connected to the laptop...and I don't know how."

"Dang, okay...and what about the third part of the laptop's abilities?"

"For fuck's sake Daniel, why the hell are you talking like an NPC in a video game?"

"That's a good point," Daniel responded. "Continue."

"Whatever. Anyway, the third part of the laptop's abilities is changing or creating objects. This time, the strain once again falls on me. Since I rarely change subjects and more commonly just create them - the severity of my exhaustion and physical un-wellbeing is completely dependent on the object I created. The precise formula is complicated, but generally, the more complex and large an object is, the bigger the strain on me."

Leon paused for a second so that his text would be divided into parts rather than having everything in one huge paragraph.

"If I create a calculator, for example, I will be a bit tired and probably choose to take a nap later in the day. If I create a dishwasher, I'll probably fall asleep almost on the spot. If I create a car, I will pass out for a few days at least. And, finally, if I create something as powerful as a train or nuclear bomb, I will die on the spot. And, I don't exactly want to die. Anyway, what just happened was that Chandler somehow hacked into the laptop...or someone helped him hack the laptop. In any case, Chandler decided it would be a good idea to make me grow a second penis, not realizing just how risky doing such drastic changes to my body was. If that idiot isn't careful, he is going to kill someone or himself."

Leon paused as he stood back up. "Come on, Daniel, we need to go."

Daniel stood up as well. "Where?"

"To catch Oliver, of course!" Leon exclaimed. "He's getting away, after all!"

"That's a splendid point, Leon!" Daniel agreed. "Let's go before he runs too far away!"

Leon nodded. "Wait, there is one more thing."

"What is it, Leon?" Daniel inquired.

"We need to name my penises," Leon replied, sitting back down to ponder the decision of great importance.

While the two Russians were deciding on the names, the young boy named Oliver was running away as fast as he could. He had a direct target in terms of location - his friend Charlie's shop.

As he crossed the street, he paused momentarily to observe the commotion.

The Dark Knights - about twenty of them - led by Mox were storming the palace. It was pitch black outside, and the flames were as bright as fireworks in the night.

Oliver sighed.

Attacking the palace was a bad idea. The moment his brother got his army assembled, they would wipe out the Dark Knights nearly instantly.

Oliver took a deep breath and continued running. In a few minutes, he was at the shop. Charlie had barricaded his shop with chairs, tables, and BDSM equipment. Oliver reached the shop and started banging the door. Thankfully, Charlie saw him through the window and quickly removed the defenses, letting him into the shop.

"Crayon!" Oliver yelled once they were together. The two of them hugged.

"Don't worry, Oliver, we will be safe here. The barricade is good for extra safety, but the Dark Knights are focused on destroying King Virgil's mansion, not the rest of the empire."

Oliver nodded. Charlie offered him a chair and Oliver sat down.

"You know, Crayon, two people - I believe their names were Leon and Daniel - just tried to kill me."

"Daniel...as in Daniel the Russian??" Charlie gasped.

"Yeah. I barely got away. Anyway, I think it's time I tell you a secret, Crayon..." Oliver looked down.

Charlie stood up. "My friend, of course, tell me!"

"Well," Oliver shifted uneasily in his seat, "I have been having these dreams sometimes...these dreams that...that...predict the future. Like, psychic dreams. Anything that happens in them will later happen in real life. You can choose not to believe me, but I know it's true - I've proven it to myself already multiple times."

Charlie smiled.

"Don't worry, Oliver, I believe you. By the way, since we're stuck here anyway, would you like some tea - HEY!" Charlie jumped in his seat as someone loudly hit the door of the shop.

Oliver and Charlie quickly exchanged glances and stood up to see who it was.

"Stay here, I'll check," Charlie quietly walked over to the barricade and peered behind a particularly large dildo blocking the doorway.

He turned around, his face displaying the emotion of fear.

"Who is it?" Oliver asked, not sure what to expect.

Charlie swallowed hard (hehe hard). "It's Dane...Dane Porter."

Oliver's eyes widened. "Dane!" he exclaimed as he recalled his most recent psychic dream from the beginning of Chapter 4.

"Crayon, there's something else I need to tell you..." Oliver whispered.

Dane punched the door again. The window cracked, but it didn't shatter.

"What is it, Oliver?! Charlie asked, stepping away from the door.

"Dane...the gang leader...I dreamt he killed me in front of the Virgil palace, which was on fire in the dream."

Charlie turned to face Oliver.

"Well, that's a pretty optimistic dream to have in a time like this!" he announced sarcastically.

Oliver nodded and grimaced as Dane hit the door one more time, shattering the window.

Oliver and Charlie took a few steps back, horrified, as Dane reached through the broken window and unlocked the door from the inside.

He pushed the door open and the mountain of chairs and sex toys fell down. He walked inside and five gang members followed him in.

"Oliver," Charlie whispered. "Don't worry, I should have plot armor."

Charlie turned to Dane and his gang.

"Hey Dane!" Charlie yelled, taking out a knife. "If you want to hurt Oliver, you'll have to get through me first."

Dane sneered. He reached into his back pocket and drew a pistol, which he pointed at Charlie's head.

"I have a counter offer, Charlie. I don't need you or Oliver, but your shop is one of the only operating ones in the whole kingdom not owned by the government. I would like to see all your money, and I would also like to take it. So, hand it over and no one has to die."

Charlie looked at Oliver, who nodded.

"Fine," Charlie sighed. He took out his key, walked over to the cashier, and unlocked it, revealing hundreds of dollars in cash. For a moment, Charlie just stood there looking at all the money he had earned.

"Hand it over," Dane commanded. Charlie looked at Dane, then looked back down at the money. Then, he looked up again to observe his shop. All the items were torn off the walls in order to build the barricade, and the windows were shattered thanks to Dane and his gang's banging on them (note: the gang banging the windows means they broke them - not to be confused with a gangbang which has not happened yet). The door was battered and one of the gang members was swinging around a stick at a wall. His shop was the result of over three years of work. If he handed over the money, he would never be able to repair his store.

"No," Charlie declared, closing the drawer with the money and locking it.

"Dumbass," Dane narrowed his eyes. "I'll kill you if you don't give it to me."

"No," Charlie put the key back into his pocket. "I have been building up this store for more than three years. I've put my blood, sweat, tears, and semen into this shop. I'm not letting you take it away from me."

"Crayon!" Oliver yelled. "He'll kill you. Do what you're told! Either he takes the money, or you die. You know how robberies work...this is the only way. Give him the money."

Charlie swallowed hard. He was afraid, but he didn't want to show it.

"I'm sorry, Oliver. If this store is going down, I'm going down with it. My parents...before they were killed by the bombs in World War 4.20, they owned a shop similar to this one. I promised them that I would inherit their business when they retired...and this is my way of making up for it because I was unable to keep my promise since the bombs destroyed their store along with them. Dane," Charlie turned to him and stared him dead in the eyes. "I'll give you half of my money. But I need to repair the damage somehow, and you know Lord Virgil will never give me the money to do it. I need this money. Please."

Dane smiled.

"Fine, Charlie, have it your way." Dane turned and pointed the gun directly at Oliver's head.

"Charlie, give me the money, or I'll kill your friend."

Charlie took a step back, shocked.

"Crayon, please give him the money..." Oliver whispered.

Charlie remained frozen in fear. The shop or his friend? The shop or his friend? Both were so dear to him, but he had to give one up.

Charlie sighed.

He reached for his back pocket and took out the key.

"Let me and Oliver go, and I'll give you the key to the money."

"Very well," Dane replied, smirking. He pointed the gun back down and allowed Oliver to return to his friend's side, which he happily did.

"We're going out through the back exit," Charlie announced, edging toward the back door. Once he reached it, he opened it and beckoned for Oliver to come over to his side. Oliver obeyed and walked over to the door, which Dane responded to by lifting his gun up again.

"Not so fast there," Dane whispered. "Give me the key, or I'm shooting the two of you right now."

Charlie looked down at the key. He looked back up for one final look at the shop.

Without the money, he'd never be able to rebuild it.

He took a deep breath, and threw the key in the air, toward Dane. The moment he did so, he yelled, "Go!" and he and Oliver slipped out the door.

Dane caught the key in his right hand. "Don't bother chasing them," he told his gangmates. "We have what we need."

Dane walked over to the cashier and inserted the key.

"I love chaos, it makes my 'job' so much easier," Dane joked, twisting the key.

The cashier didn't pop open. The drawer with the money remained completely closed.

The color drained from Dane's face. He tried to twist the key again, but it didn't work.

It was a fake key.

Dane stepped away from the cashier which held the money securely inside it. For a moment, he didn't move or make a sound. Then, Dane smiled.

"Clever. Clever indeed."

Dane turned to his gang members.

"Wait for the chaos to calm down, and then as soon as the Dark Knights retreat, hunt down Oliver and Charlie. Don't kill them, though, I would like to talk to them first."

The gang members nodded in unison.

"Great, then," Dane grinned cheerfully. "That'll be it for today. Kodak and Proto, carry the cashier back to our base. We'll figure out how to open it later."

They nodded.

"Oh, and one more thing - don't you dare complain about having minor roles in the story. Leon is doing the best he can, behave and you might get a bigger role later in the story, though I can't promise it."

He looked at Kodak and then at Proto.

"That'll be it for today. Meet me back at our base."

Dane walked past his gang members and back outside. He glanced to his left.

As expected, the government's army, directed by Senior Advisor Curtis Cress and General Derek Byrd, was pushing the Dark Knights away from the palace.

The damage wasn't small. The entrance was in flames and part of the palace was completely destroyed. Nevertheless, as Dane had predicted, Mox's force of about twenty Dark Knights wasn't nearly strong enough to overwhelm Virgil's army.

Over the roar of the flames, Dane heard Mox yelling "Retreat! Retreat!"

Dane leaned against the wall of the half-destroyed shop with a smile as he observed the commotion. A surprise attack was a great idea. It possibly would have worked had it been better planned out...and had Neon and Mox actually used all seventy or so of their Dark Knights, maybe it would have worked.

But it was clear what had happened. Mox had attacked on his own, without the approval of Neon. And he had gathered only twenty or so of his closest friends in the Dark Knights to carry out the attack.

Now, they were simply outnumbered by the government's army.

Dane laughed. Mox hadn't changed at all since Dane last spoke to him.

Mox hadn't changed at all since Dane left the Dark Knights.

With that thought, Dane Porter took one last look at the battle, turned around, and walked off into the night.

While the Dark Knights and the Virgilian government did their fighting, a familiar character was still standing far away in an isolated jungle where we had left him behind 2 chapters ago.

"Lucas Cunningham, tell me honestly...would you...would you...like to...buy some weed from me?"

Those were the words that Jarvis had said. Jarvis. THE Eric Jarvis.

The man who started World War 4.20.

The man who was responsible for the destruction of the whole Earth.

"You asshole!" Lucas yelled, punching Jarvis in the face. Jarvis, surprised from the blow, tripped and fell backwards.

"Lucas," the old man sighed. "Violence is not the way."

"Shut up," Lucas spat. "You shouldn't be talking. The world is in ruins because of you."

Jarvis nodded his head as he stood back up.

"I see. But, Lucas, before punching me again, allow me a chance to show you something."

Jarvis looked up at the sky and breathed in deeply. His chest (lungs) expanded visibly. Then, as Lucas watched in awe, the man's (bare) feet slowly rose from the ground as his body began to levitate a few inches above the ground.

Jarvis spread his arms, his white robe sparkling in the bright sunlight. He looked down at Lucas and smiled.

"Cum with me."

Lucas, being a sensible human being, stepped back.

"Y-you're floating," Lucas announced, his voice cracking. He was unsure whether he was awed at the sight or simply horrified by it.

"Yes, and you can do it too."

"No, I can't, actually," Lucas replied.

"Wrong," Jarvis's expression was one of relaxation. Although he had just been punched a second ago, he was not showing any signs of pain. It was like...he had transcended beyond pain and worry. His face showed only pure satisfaction and happiness.

"Lucas Cunningham, if you believe you can do it...then you can do it."

"W-what do you mean?" Lucas inquired, highly suspicious.

"If you believe you can do something, then you can do it. What you believe will become absolute. Cum, give me your dick."

"What?' Lucas was taken back.

"I want to show you something."

"Why do you need my penis for that?"

"Hmmm," Jarvis mused. "I suppose your hand would work too." Jarvis extended his arm, offering for Lucas to take his hand.

Lucas reluctantly did so, grabbing Jarvis's hand with his own.

"Now, then, Lucas. Close your eyes and take a deep breath in...and breathe out slowly."

Lucas sighed and did as told, closing his eyes and breathing in and out.

"Good job, my young friend," Jarvis smiled wholesomely. "Now, without opening your eyes, imagine yourself flying. Imagine your feet leaving the ground. Imagine the feeling of the wind beneath your feet. Imagine yourself floating up to the clouds. Imagine all of that."

Lucas nodded, his eyes still closed.

"This is probably bullshit, but I give it a go, I guess," Lucas thought to himself.

He pictured himself slowly floating off the ground. He imagined himself gaining altitude as he swam upwards through the air. He imagined himself slowly flying all the way up to clouds with Jarvis.

Suddenly, he felt his body getting lighter.

"That's good. Don't change anything, just keep going," Jarvis whispered.

"That's what she said," Lucas thought. Nevertheless, as much as he wanted to disagree, he felt his body changing weight. It was definitely getting lighter...like it was being pulled up into the sky.

Lucas continued imagining himself soaring over the clouds, the wind blowing against his face. He imagined the burden of gravity slipping away. The rules were what he wanted them to be, not what the physical world decided.

Lucas was in charge.

Slowly, he felt his feet leave the ground. His body became lighter than a feather and he felt it being pulled up toward the clouds.

"You're doing perfect," Jarvis encouraged him.

"Can I open my eyes?" Lucas asked.

"Go for it."

Lucas slowly opened his eyes, revealing that he and Jarvis were, in fact, floating a couple feet off the ground.

Lucas laughed lightly. "I...I'm really flying," he whispered.

Jarvis smiled, loosening his grip on Lucas's hand. "You are, Lucas."

Lucas looked up at Jarvis. He was at a loss of words.

"T-thank you, Eric Jarvis."

"Oh Lucas, there is no need to thank me. Certainly not yet. You are only on the brink of discovering the truth, Lucas. I have opened your eyes, and now it is time to uncover your true potential."