Chapter 5: Chapter 5 - A cocky British man
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As soon as I pressed the button the screen changed into a kaleidoscope of colours, finally settling on a white background, a chat box at the bottom and a couple of logos at the bottom.
Before I could investigate what they did, a couple of notifications came in,
['God of the new world' has joined the group chat!]
['Schizophrenic Footballer' has joined the group chat!]
['Caged Vampire Queen' has joined the group chat!]
['Genius Delinquent' has joined the group chat!]
['Unlucky Virgin' has joined the group chat!]
Inspecting the wide variety of names, I wondered if they were really from another world seeing as this is the 'dimensional group chat'. I was just about to type a message to try and get some information from the other members, but before I could get the chance to, another notification from the group chat came through,
[Welcome to the dimensional group chat! This is a group chat with people from multiple dimensions. We will issue missions that give rewards, but there is a risk of death, so be careful :). There are multiple functions locked at the moment, that will be unlocked after certain conditions are met. Please check the inventory to receive your welcoming gift, and please become acquainted with each other.]
Schizophrenic Footballer: "Hiya, are you guys like the Demon? If so, wanna be friends?!."
Genius Delinquent: "What is this weird box thing? and why is there writing in it?"
Unlucky Virgin: "Why is my name this? And how can I change it?."
Three messages came at about the same time, all focusing on completely different things.
God of the new world: "Greetings, I'm curious about this whole different 'dimensions' thing. To get to the bottom of this I'd like to ask a few simple questions and if you could all answer them, that would be very helpful.
Genius Delinquent: "Who appointed you leader? Mr God man."
A rebellious type huh, well that's not so important for now. I'll just ask the questions and if they don't comply then I'll have to take a different approach.
God of the new world: "I'm just trying to understand the situation, and seeing from your first message, I can tell you don't know what a smartphone is. That leads me to my first question, What is the date right now."
Unlucky Virgin: "It's the 12th of March, 2014."
Schizophrenic Footballer: "Wow, this is getting confusing. It's the 19th of October 2021 for me. You're like way in the past. Are you sure you guys are real ;P"
God of the new world: "So we are from different dimensions, the date for me is the 28th of November 2013."
Schizophrenic Footballer: "Anyone know where 'Caged Vampire Queen' is?"
God of the new world: "Going off her name, we can assume she is 'Caged' and unable to use the phone, meaning she won't be able to message for the time being."
Schizophrenic Footballer: "Aww that sucks, one less friend. But anyway Are you an actual God? if so, that's soooooo cool."
Gof of the new world: "No."
Schizophrenic Footballer: "Too bad, well it doesn't matter anyway. I'll still be your friend! Btw where are you 'Genius Delinquent'"
Genius Delinquent: "..."
-A few minutes earlier, in another world-
"From that accent, you must be British... Are you a tourist?... What, you just moved here?
I see. But if you want to drink, pay up. That's how things work in this country" A short Coca-Cola stand vendor said in a somewhat condescending tone. The person he was speaking to was a towering English chap, looking to be around the age of 20, maybe younger.
As this was going on an African American young man was walking past, but in the blink of an eye, he stole the British chap's wallet, running off as fast as he could.
"HEY! British guy. He took your wallet, if you want it back you better go after him." The short vendor shouted out in an alarmed tone. One thing odd about this whole situation was the calmness on This young man's face, many hotheaded men would be furious and take chase right away. Their pride wouldn't allow otherwise.
As the thief was running away, a victorious smirk on his face, he was suddenly grabbed by a massive, chubby hand. He had been caught by the police, and the one holding him had an uncanny resemblance to a pig. His head was slammed to the ground, blood flowing down his face.
Just around the Corner, the victim of the crime had just arrived, seeing the police badly beat the African American, slamming him against the wall. Spewing some disgusting racist shit out of his third-rate villain mouth. Seeing this the British guy's face was unusually stoic, something that would send chills down a normal person's spine. The police, out of the corner of their eyes, saw the British guy and shouted out, "HEY, the idiot that got his wallet stolen, you get lost. I'll have to keep your wallet as evidence."
"Umm. How can I put this... That wallet. I gave it to him, Mr. Policeman. So I need you to give up the boy and the wallet..."
Just as the police officer was about to respond, The British guy felt something unusual in his pocket, and he knew he hadn't put anything there. As arrogant as he is, he puts up his finger to indicate to give him a minute. Seeing this enraged the officers, who disliked having their authority disrespected.
"Who the fuck do you think you are! I have every right to arrest you right here and now." The pig shouted out, spit going everywhere and his incredibly bad breath infecting the area.
"Shut up for one minute, will you? You Yankee bastards have no respect for tourists jeez." The British chap replied in a complaining tone, clearly trying to provoke the officer and end this quickly, he had more important things to do than just toy with them.
"ARRHH! THAT'S IT! I've had enough of the both of you!" The pig-like police officer shouted out and cocked his fist back, preparing to smash it into the Englishman's face.
To slow I guess because his face was already caved in before he could do anything. He fell onto the floor, teeth scattered about and blood pouring down his face, even getting in his eyes.
The other police officer reacted quickly shouting"RESTING ARREST!" and took out his gun preparing to shoot him.
"Heh, go ahoud and shoot! But you better be prepared for the consequences. The moment you pull that trigger I'm going to break your finger like a match stick!"
The arrogance of this Englishman knows no bounds, or is it confidence? Well, we'll find out soon.
"From this distance? I'm going to blow your brains out." The cop responded in a mocking tone, but behind that was a sense of trepidation, clearly unnerved by this crazy Brit.
His finger on the trigger pulled down, only a couple of millimetres away from releasing a bullet set to kill this Brit. But before he could, the seemingly harmless Coca-Cola bottle in the hands of the Brit started to have a weird reaction. Electricity flowing around the outside and then BOOM. The cap came flying off with surprisingly perfect precision. The cap crushed the cop's finger, eventually ripping right through it.
The Brit and the African American, seeing the two police officers on the floor, ran off as quickly as they could. Finding a secluded place underneath a bridge, they caught their breath. Well, only the African American was tired, the massive British man seemed to be perfectly fine.
Before they could engage in conversation, the Brit felt a weird vibrating sensation in his pocket. This reminded him of the unknown object that somehow just appeared in his pocket. Whilst running away from the other person, he shouted "SORRY, I GOTTA GO NOW. SEE YOU AROUND!"
"umm yeah... see ya... but I've still got his wallet."
-authors note-
Sorry for basically just copying what happened in JoJo's Bizarre adventurers. It's just I want to introduce JoJo as somewhat of a rival/friend/enemy of Raito. This chapter is a little longer than usual many because of that. Next chapter will be everyone getting their welcoming gifts. Just a heads up, some are a little OP.
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