REBORN WITH THE ULTIMATE WEAPON SHORT STORY VERSION 1

WORK IN PROGRESS!!!

Background info (This is a short story version of Reborn with the ultimate weapon with some modifications done to it, such as NO system and some other minor changes.)

Harassment.

Why do you honestly think people harass others? Jealousy? Revenge? Boredom? The person is scum? What about all of the above? Do you think it's because we as humans are programmed that way? Our brains, similar in function to a computer, are all structured differently. Why one person does something might be a mystery to you, but it's just natural to them. Why am I giving this brief rundown about a topic that seems to have basically nothing to do with the story? I haven't even introduced the story, have I. Maybe you'll find out the answer to my previous question if you read along.

A quiet small town in the middle of nowhere. This was what Elizabeth's living area could best be described as. Nothing went on, nothing exciting happened, nobody interesting came by. Nothing. If anything, the only exciting part about this town was that recently a new family had moved in. Unlike the rest of the inhabitants, this family consisted of elves. A mom, a dad, and Elizabeth. Elizabeth's family.

Elizabeth was a young girl by elven standards. 56 or so, at least that's what their parents think. You see, elves don't really keep track of age. They live so long that the only important part is whether you're alive or dead. Anyways, Elizabeth's family had recently moved to this town because Elizabeth's dad had gotten into a big dispute with a chief over at their elven community. "It was so severe that we had to, unfortunately, move to this quiet town!" At least that's what Elizabeth's dad had said to Elizabeth.

It was just another regular day for Elizabeth, she worked at the bar as a waitress, and as such, she would quietly make her way towards her workplace every morning. Although having lived in the area for around 2 years now, Elizabeth was still uncomfortable and seemingly unfriendly with the surrounding humans in the area. Being such a small town, people were often reluctant to interact with newcomers, especially when they were of a different race. This was the case with this small town where most of the population was human. So much so that other races only constituted about .55% of the total population in this small town. Elizabeth's family made up that .55%.

Elizabeth arrived at work. Unlike most other people in the small-town community, the bar owner was considerably understanding of other races. The only thing that mattered to the bar owner was the amount of work you showed and the effort you put in. Elizabeth, being a competent worker, was a great person in the bar owners' eyes.

"Hello Elizabeth, how are you this morning?" "I must say I simply adore your new hairstyle."

"Thank you, Mrs. Ken. I styled it this morning; I was hoping it would help with work as my hair always seems to get in the way of things. I was considering cutting it, but my parents were against it."

"Ah, yes, I must agree with your parents regarding this matter, my dear Elizabeth. Such fine, silky hair such as yours is rare to come by around these parts. Most women are so busy with housework that they fail to take care of basic grooming…Anyways! I have some exciting news, Elizabe..."

Mrs. Ken stares at what seems to be Elizabeth; at least from Elizabeth's point of view, it looked as such. It wasn't until a few seconds had gone by with no response that Elizabeth got suspicious and decided to turn around to see if perhaps there was something wrong.

"Oh…" Elizabeth said. She was so surprised by the sudden appearance of three men at the doorway that her inner monologue became verbal.

Elizabeth couldn't help but notice how all three wielded rather dangerous-looking swords. Their outfits, all made of different colored leather, also didn't help their case and made them look like a ragtag group of thieves.

"Mrs…Mrs. Ken…who are those three?"

As if looking into a dark void, Mrs. Ken just stared back at Elizabeth. What an uncharacteristic thing for Mrs. Ken to do, Elizabeth thought to herself. Mrs. Ken is not usually this absent-minded. A few seconds went by in silence before Mrs. Ken spoke.

"Ah…yes, those are the ehem…gentleman, rather I should say the "adventurers" who have come to this town."

Adventure.

Adventure in this world is not uncommon. After all, with so many dangerous creatures and so many distinct races, there is bound to be some turmoil between everyone that will undoubtedly turn into tasty missions for those looking to profit from misfortune.

This group of "adventurers," however, was a bit odd in Elizabeth's eyes. They were just too unsettling to be adventurers in Elizabeth's eyes. There was also Mrs. Ken's previous act…all of this seemed very strange to Elizabeth.

"Welcome to the Barken bar visitors!" Elizabeth said with her usual attitude. Although the group was suspicious, a job was still a job, and no customer must be judged based on initial appearances. Don't judge a book by its cover, a classic moto that Elizabeth followed by.

"Hello!" two of the three said in unison.

"Where can we sit down, miss?"

"Take a seat by that corner over there; I'll be right over to take your orders, okay?"

The men complied; they made their way towards the table Elizabeth had pointed at and sat down. Nothing else. They didn't utter a single word. Like motionless statues, all that they did was stare. They stared at Elizabeth as she made her way towards their table.

"So, what would you like to order, gentleman? As this is a bar, I imagine a beer is a must…correct?"

Nothing, no response.

At this point, all Elizabeth could really think about was if there was some strange smudge on her face that had everyone looking at her absent-mindedly.

"Erm, hello? Gentleman, what would you like to order?" Elizabeth asked this time with more emphasis on her question hoping to awake them from their trance.

A smile. A bizarre one…almost cynical looking. As if all the evils in the world had decided to concentrate onto the "adventurers" face.

Response. This time in the form of a lunge.

"OH MYYYYYYYYYYYYY AHAHAHAH! OHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYY! JACKKKKKPOTTTTTTTT! JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT JACKPOT…jackpot. I CAN NOT...wait any longer."

"How I HAVE LONGED…for this day."

"A beauty...A BEAUTY SO UNIMAGINABLE… I… I…I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE!"

"You WILL BECOME my DOLL, my PUPPET, my MARIONETTE, my FIGURE, my MODEL, my TOY, my PLAYTHING, my S.L.A.V.E."

The man turns around to his accomplice, "oh please, OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE CAN I HAVE…her?"

Silence, and then, "Haha, why of course you can, Lucas! What is life if you don't live it however you want? The strongest live while the weakest get used! Is this not true? Is it not destiny for us with power to dominate over those who are weak? None can change this law! It is simply human nature! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MOTHER NATURE CREATED THIS LAW!"

The man then, with great precision, kicks Lucas right in the face.

"IS THIS NOT TRUE, LUCAS?"

Lucas, with a noticeable injury on his face, replies with, "YES! YOU ARE CORRECT! THIS IS TRUE HAHA, THAT REALLY HURT YOU FUCKER, HAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ha."

Fear. Confusion. Distress. Despite having been given ample time, Elizabeth's brain could still not process what was going on. The randomness of the situation, the vulgarity, the insanity…it was just something she had never seen before—neither in her elven village nor this small town.

Being a woman who had never been in this kind of situation gave Elizabeth an obvious fright. Still, her level-headedness allowed her to determine that the best course of action was most likely to remain quiet. As terrified as she was, deriving any attention onto herself would only aggravate her assaulters. Besides, she had no clue what the third person of this group was like. Was he perhaps…not interested in what was going on? Or was he waiting for the right moment to "strike?" Elizabeth did not know.

However, Elizabeth's efforts seem to have been in vain as her original assailant, after exchanging a few more words with the second unnamed man, then diverted his attention towards Elizabeth once more.

Sticking out his tongue, the man then proceeded to lick the side of Elizabeth's face as if he was taking a lick at a scoop of ice cream.

"Oh. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my. This…THIS IS SIMPLY DELECTABLE; YOU ARE PERFECT, ABSOLUTELY PERFECT, HAHA! YOU WILL MAKE A FINE PIECE TO MY…collection."

As if it was his cue to talk, the third man reacted with, "Oh, dear me Lucas, you've found another one of your supposed "perfect women?" At this point, the monologue is simply unnecessary. A truly great scene is one in which the two recipients clearly express love and joy for each other. Albeit love is subjective. You should really try to follow my expression of "love." Is it not the partner's greatest wish that their lover creates a perfect version of them? Oh, how delightful it is when they SCREAM…in delight at what I've done to them."

Elizabeth couldn't help but internally laugh. It was not laughter caused by humor but rather one caused by absolute despair. She was uncertain how strong these men were, but if they truly were adventurers, they were more than enough to take down practically all the men in this small village. Although Elizabeth's father knew a bit of magic, and so did her mother, magic was never a big focus for them. They did not need to fight with magic, and as such, their magic could be best described as tools used for convenience. Creating fire to set aflame some logs, for example.

These three men obviously were all crazy; Elizabeth realized this. There was also no way anybody could save her; this was obvious. So, what could she do? Could she scream as loud as she could? No, that would attract unnecessary attention. Could she use magic? No, she's never used magic, let alone try to use it for fighting. Could she-BANG!

The door swung open—the sudden movement created by the door gently lifting some of Elizabeth's hair.

Suddenly, a man appears.

Elizabeth, although a bit worried, was happy to see the man. The man at the door was none other than the local swordsman of the town. Well, Elizabeth thought to herself, he couldn't really be considered a swordsman because- "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

Elizabeth heard a scream in the direction of where Mrs. Ken usually resided. An unnatural scream for such a woman, but once Elizabeth turned to look at what the woman was seeing; she couldn't blame her.

On the ground lay the swordsman, his head; gone, chopped off. The man who had previously ranted about the natural right of the strong had been the one to kill him, clearly evident from the way he cleaned his sword of the blood from the man by swinging it to the side.

"Such disgusting blood. To carry a sword means to be strong. The weak who pretend to be strong I show no mercy towards. It is not a rule I chose but rather a rule set upon naturally by nature, by the heavens. To be weak is to be weak; you cannot seek true strength by feigning strength."

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