FIRST ACT: BEGINNING THE JOURNEY

[looks like it's time, be sure to pack everything you kneed. Do you have your segmented spear? What about your bow, throwing knives? And your dagger? what about-]

[Mom, relax. I have all my weapons on me or In my storage. I even packed five months' worth of first aid and 2 years' worth of food and water, and I even have DT-3 with me so I can contact you once I get there and call you every month so that you know I'm alive and well.]

Bb-oop not to worry, mam, we will be careful and remind him to call you on the set schedule.

[DONT TELL ME TO RELAX, my baby is going to be leaving home to another world, how can I not be worried every one of your ancestors suffered miserably on their first entry to another world. I mean, for god sake, they had to rely on being sent there through unorthodox means. Up till your grandfather was sent to another world by being run over by a truck named Truck-Kun\sama, and sometimes by meteor A METEOR! THANK THE GODS THEY FINALLY DECIDED TO NOTIFY US AND MAKE A PORTAL INSTEAD OF THAT BARBARIC METHODE. it always involved so much blood.]

[It might be because the women in our family gathered together and tore the said god a new one. hahaha, I remember It getting so bad that other gods had to intervene since It looked like they were out for blood.]

Oop Bb, I think that was obvious considering that all the men in your family kept on getting into accidents causing the death of the said victim; it got to the point that it was foretold that all the men in the family must be protected at all costs before the devil could claim their souls. Beep oop doing so caused the god in charge of sending them to interfere and reveal himself personally in front of the heads of the household. According to records, after the meeting, he left trembling in fear, mumbling some words. EMERGENCY UPDATE! the portal will activate in thirty seconds.

At the bots' words, the three figures looked at each other for what they believe to be the last time. A beautiful woman with brown skin and brown hair wore a worried look on her face as tears fell like jewels from her bright golden eyes, as she watched her only son leave for a dangerous, practically fatal journey.

[ oh, you're so young; why does it have to be you who has to be selected. cant those so-called gods select someone from their own world to entertain them.]

[you and I both know that this is due to our blood, Maria nothing can be done abought it. The only thing we can do is send off our son with a smile and our blessings for safety. we have done all we could by training him in survival techniques, battle strategies, Escapology, weapon, and hand to hand combat. (I even taught him reflexology and other things regarding massages. His sisters still tremble slightly every time they see him. though I don't think they are shaking from fear.)

now son, be careful out there and also be sure to get all the girls or at least one girl and have the rest serve you with pride, understood]

so he said as he hugged his son for what may be the last time. the man stood at 5'7 with healthy brown skin the wrinkles on his face showed how often he smiled with his family now showed sadness as he had to see his son leave for a place he could no longer protect him; His rough hands caressed the back of his sons head in his embrace forcing himself not to cry before his son left. (i cannot show weakness, not now, smile with pride, for I Julio De La Cruz raised a son to be a proper man, a gentleman one that brought me. sniff joy, pride, respect, and care, I've trained and taught him everything i know.)

[I know, father. I'll be sure to make you both proud.]

As both father and son separate, a smile has on the boy's face; his brown hair waved with the sudden wind brought on by the portal appearing behind him. His golden-brown eyes shone with light as his small stature of 5'5 stood before the portal strong, yet lonesome, for he would have to leave all that he knew behind to begin another life.

[ Are you ready for this DT-3?]

BoopBb Just says when Leo oopBb.

SWOOSH

"EHEM" Hello, my name is Epic Abyss; if you made it this far then, you are clearly aware that my grammar is horrible. Um, updates are slow due to me reading on webnovel instead of writing on it—also, Happy Thanksgiving.