Chương 2: Chapter 2 - What the F#ck?

"What the fuck."

Was the first thought that came to Mandle's mind as 'zizzes' began to go off in his head coupled with the appearance of multiple holographic royal blue screens, with one appearing after every 'zizz' giving him a freight to say the least.

[*Ding* System has detected confusion in the Lord Commander.]

A notification popped up that caused all the other screens to disperse in quick succession. Forcing the message that when said out loud sounded more like a question than a statement, to be Mandle's only focus. Until a red screen took its place.

[*Ding* Cause(s): UNKNOWN]

That's when he started to feel his heart rate steadily rising, causing him to panickly clap his hand on his chest. While his other hand searched for something to lean on as his world began to tilt and faded simultaneously.

This turn of events caused him to tilt his head in the opposite direction and braced himself with what little mobility he had left, for his inevitable fall. However, as he fell instead of meeting a cold hard floor he met a pair of warm pillows instead.

[*Ding* System shall now commence memory search…]

But that did not matter because what followed next was episodes of Mandle groaning and moaning in pain as his head was heavily assaulted by migraines coupled with the feeling of something slightly squishy. However, oddly the feeling of strong muscled limbs touching every part of his brain was making this experience tread on the lines of painful, soothing and uncomfortable at the same time.

His face went numb from time to time, and when it was not. His face felt as if multiple insects were crawling on it.

[Please stand by…]

Is what he should have heard if not for the moaning and groaning, which painfully lasted for 10 seconds before another set of screens appeared.

[*Ding* Reason found.]

When he heard that 'zizz' his body began to go limp, not out of loss of control but out of relief and exhaustion as all the pain and limbs in his head were fading away slowly but surely. Causing him to let out a smile as he got to enjoy the pillow that had been given.

[*Ding* Cause(s): Host lacks any knowledge of System and its functions.]

But quickly that was short lived as he heard another zizz.

[*Ding* Preparing an introduction pamphlet…]

[*Ding* Done.]

[*Ding* Welcome to the Warlord System, first introduced by the Galactica Front to all Lord Commanders across the Oligarchy to uphold and enforce dominion to all those who encompasse it, whether it be pirate, citizen, official or governor. None are discriminated against or given special privileges under the Oligarchy. As a new commander your duty is to uphold and enforce dominion in your jurisdiction.]

[ To better assist you on this endeavour, the System has configured itself to your personal needs, thus erasing the original system and introducing the Total War: Shogun System.]

[*Ding*As per procedure the System shall now commence information installation.]

At that exact moment, Mandle experienced something he had never felt before. A feeling of understanding; as his pores, his heart, his mind, and his very soul exclaimed at the top of their non-existent lunges, NO!!

NO to the torture!!,

NO to the drugging!!

And FUCK NO to the violation!!

In a weird way he had found one with himself as his entire body did not need to experience that feeling a second time, or ever for that matter to understand that he would be psychotic to even attempt it.

[*Ding* System has detected that the Lord Commander wishes not to commence with procedure.]

[*Ding* System shall now commence searching for an alternative route…]

[Please stand by…]

[*Ding* Alternative route found.]

[*Ding* Initiating The Guidance program…]

[ERROR]

[*Ding* (The Guidance program was restricted by the High Council 17 Ysti ago.)]

[*Ding*Requesting permission to initiate.]

[ERROR]

[*Ding*( No connection to Hylton can be found.)]

[*Ding* Requesting Override.]

[ERROR]

[*Ding*( Override Accepted.)]

[*Ding* Initiating The Guidance program… ]

[Please stand by…]

[*Ding* Complete.]

[ Hello, Lord Commander.]

Was the last thing he heard before awakening from his semi-comatose state. However when he opened his eyes, he found a pair of hazel-coloured eyes staring back at him. That reminded him of burnt oak, and not because of the colour itself but because of the lack of life in them. One might say that the texture was haunting.

This scene caused him to pause, and ask himself, "What have i done?" As he subconsciously attempted to reach out his hand to caress her face in an attempt to soothe her. Only to have the back of his head experience a sharp pain, courtesy to the rough landing as she frantically shifted away from Arno.

This caused him to come back into reality, and also straighten out his thoughts. A; this lady had just experienced a traumatic event, and B; while it was not caused by him, he was currently wearing the face of the perpetrator at the moment.

And unlike those fantasy novels where the ladies who get r#ped by protagonist suddenly falls in love with him. In real life you would have a 0,0000002% chance of that happening, and 99,9999998% of them fearing you while wishing they could buy a ten inch strap on dildo and give you a "pleasant" experience. Or hiring some thugs to do it for them, of course while they watched. Either one end up with you needing a colostomy bag.

So the best course of action would be for Arno to keep his distance, as much as he possibly could. However, Arno did not have that option because of one daunting fact. Arno is supposed to be dead and for some reason this lady was supposed to take the fall for it.

Whether Mandle was responsible or not, that was not important right at this moment. What was important was that Arno was now supposedly a dead man walking. And in Mandle's line of work that was a sloppy job, and a sloppy job always needs to be straightened out.

'Why me?' The thought of going on a hunt for a snake in the bushes only made him sigh. As he basically needed to find whoever wanted him dead before they pierced a dagger into his heart.

[ Does Lord Commander need any assistance with producing possible suspects in this investigation?] Arno frantically got on his feet and began to scan the area as he heard a familiar male voice. However after scanning and searching for a few minutes, he determined the only people in the room were him and her.

"What the heck was that?" Arno muttered while scratching his head, a nasty habit he picked up on his last job.

[ That would have been me, Sir.] The voice sounded out once again.

"Who are you?" Arno's reaction was much calmer than before, as he realised that the owner of the voice was not in the room.

[ I am the Guide assigned to you by the system.]

"A Guide ?" He subconsciously muttered in confusion.

[ Yes Milord, as you are currently under unique, yet unfortunate circumstances because of the influential position that you currently are in. I am sad to announce that the System can not connect to Hylton for query on how to proceed as of yet, therefore System followed protocol; TG575-90. Meaning that you must resume your priority mission, while the system may provides services to assist them until a proper connection with Hylton is established. However, because of the Lord Commander's reluctance to follow procedures. I have been assigned to you.]

"So you are basically a personal assistant, and wait, what mission, and what the heck is Hylton?" Arno asked in his mind, realising that he was going to make her start believing that he was possessed or into some kind of cult ritual if he carried on with his actions. No need to frighten her even more than she has been.

[Information regarding Hylton is limited, but my assumption is that it is the command centre of the Oligarchy's military force. And to answer your first query on what your mission is; it is to uphold and enforce your dominion in your jurisdiction; the Southern Frontier Barony.]

"And how do you suppose I do that, because if you did not notice I just got assassinated in front of my men. How do you expect me to trust them with upholding my 'dominion', if they can't even protect me?" Arno thought to himself, taking the information of him being in another world with a being who wants him to conquer a whole barony pretty well. Well, as well as you could take it.

However, truthfully there were two reasons as to why he was taking this information so well. One of them was because of the hundreds of books and movies that he had engaged in which had a 'System' of some sort. And the other reason was…

[The system has numerous functions, for an infinite amount of situations. However it's main function is the ability to generate clones using its Genome database, to assist its host in whatever endeavour. All that Milord would need to do is procure a location to construct a facility to produce said clones and a sustainable amount of highly-concentrated biomass.]

"Ah I is see, almost like one of those RTS games, like Starcraft. Wait!?, you said Total War Shogun, so does that mean I will get a chance to clone historical figures like Takeda Shingen or Hattori Hanzō?!"

[That is something you will have to figure out all on your own, Milord.]

"Okay, I will see what I need do." He let out a sigh, however truthfully speaking he was elated at the thought of having an army of Japanese historical figures at his beck and call. Which boy did not want to be a samurai or ninja once in his lifetime?.

"So let's get down to business, what's the cost?" But thanks to those mediums of entertainment he also knew that not all systems would provide benefits for free, they would definitely have a cost.

[ A, cost?, Sir.]

"Yes, what will happen to me if i don't follow the mission issued by the system."

[ That would result in removal of the system, and as to not let state secrets go to enemy hands, termination of the Lord Commander will be mandatory.]

…

" Get dressed, we need to get going." Arno said, as he began to put on his salvar* while he stared at the wall.

To which the lady just stared at him, not moving an inch. Seeing this Arno sighed and tried to get an inch closer to her, but the minute he did that she got an inch further from him. With no choice, Arno crouched down while staring in her eyes and waited a few moments before saying

"Miss, I understand you don't trust me right now, and I wouldn't blame you either if I was you but the only way for you to live is to trust me. Whatever grievances you may have with me will be settled once we are out of here."

However the lady continued to just stare at him without saying anything. Causing Arno to sigh one last time, then stand up while muttering," Why did I expect her to listen to me?"

As he then picked her, to which she protested with continuous screaming, punching and kicking. That had no effect on Arno as he nonchalantly opened the door. Which opened up to an audience of men around said door, who from their expression alone were expecting something.

"Sorry men, but it looks like I am going to be like the Savages of the North and take my meal with me." He said with a smirk on his face as he walked past the men who were definitely expecting to get their 'share of the meal'. His destination was Vas. Who was looking at a pendant that was, just from the way he held it, clear to see it was someone special to him.

"Let us go home Vas, am keeping this one as a personal pet." Arno said, as he passed Vas and began to descend the stairs of the establishment while being careful not to hurt his new pet.

"But Your Highness you can't take the merchandise of this establishment." Vas said with a calm expression however his eyes told a different story, as his master was acting strange today especially after this session with the serving lady in his hand. But his shock only grew as he heard.

"And who is going to stop me?"

Arno said, without even looking back at Vas as he seemed more concerned with the lady on his shoulder. Vas' shock did not stem from Arno's behaviour, however from the mere fact that there was a back and forth. It should be admitted that Arno's tongue was venomous, however after a good scolding from him. Arno would retract his tongue and be a good boy. Yet today he of all people was bitten.

"Lighten up Vas, maybe next time we can get you one of these lovely girls." Arno said, trying to cheer Vas up.

"Sorry old man, but the walls have ears."

...

Salvar* : Turkish trousers or dimiye are traditional baggy trousers gathered tightly at the ankle. They are part of Turkish folk dress

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