Chapter 44: Complete Digestion

The portal spat Arlo out into a grimy alleyway with all the grace of a drunk stumbling out of a bar. He hit the ground hard, the impact jarring his teeth and sending a sharp pain shooting up his spine. Groaning, he rolled onto his back, staring up at the narrow strip of gray sky visible between the towering buildings. The air smelled of damp concrete and rotting garbage, a far cry from the sterile, futuristic corridors of Aerith Tower.

"You'd think the system could manage one smooth landing," he muttered, brushing dirt and gravel off his coat. His back protested as he stood, and he glared at the faint shimmer of light where the portal had been moments ago. "Thanks for nothing."

The alley was a claustrophobic maze of shadows, the buildings leaning so close together they seemed to conspire against the sun. Arlo activated his BrainLink, the holographic map flickering to life in his vision. His location pinged: [Los Angelus], a sprawling urban jungle that felt like a twisted reflection of the city he knew from his past life.

Relief washed over him it wasn't as bad as being dumped into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. At least it's not a post-apocalyptic wasteland, he thought. However, the oppressive atmosphere made him question how much better this was. Finding Paradise Falls Diner wouldn't be straightforward; the diner was fictional, situated somewhere along a highway in the Mojave Desert. He needed to move quickly, his danger intuition hummed like a warning bell, signaling that something massive was brewing.

Exiting the alley, Arlo scanned the streets for a suitable ride.

Then he saw it.

Parked under a flickering streetlamp was a sleek black Harley-Davidson Forty-Eight Sportster. Its glossy finish gleamed even in the dim light, the chrome accents catching his eye like a beacon.

"Now that's more like it," Arlo said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Hotwiring a bike wasn't new to him. Memories of his troubled youth flashed through his mind, days spent surviving on instinct, his nimble hands picking locks and bypassing security systems. He knelt by the ignition, his fingers moving with practiced ease. Within moments, the engine roared to life, the deep growl echoing off the buildings.

"Guess some habits never die," he murmured, kneeling by the ignition. Within moments, the engine roared to life.

"Hey, that's my bike!" a gruff voice shouted from behind. Arlo glanced over his shoulder to see a burly man with a leather vest running toward him. 

"Sorry, buddy! Borrowing it for a life-or-death situation and the apocalypses is coming," Arlo shouted back, twisting the throttle.

The wind whipped against his face as he sped through the streets, weaving between cars and ignoring the occasional honk. The city blurred around him, a chaotic mix of neon signs and crumbling infrastructure.

"Definitely smoother than that portal," he muttered, his grip tightening on the handlebars.

.....

The city receded in the rearview mirror as Arlo pressed the Harley to its limits, the hum of the engine filling the air. The oppressive gloom of the urban sprawl gave way to the vast, empty expanse of the Mojave Desert. The desert stretched endlessly, the occasional cactus or scraggly bush breaking the monotony of sand and rock.

After an hour, he finally eased up on the throttle as the skyline gave way to the vast, empty expanse of the Mojave Desert. The desert stretched endlessly, the occasional cactus or scraggly bush breaking the monotony of sand and rock. Arlo pulled over to consult his map again. 

"Alright, Paradise Falls Diner," he muttered. His map pointed vaguely at a remote spot near Los Angeles, right at the desert's edge. "Fictional in the movie, but looks like it is real in this universe."

"Alright, Paradise Falls Diner," he muttered. His map pointed vaguely at a remote spot near Los Angeles, right at the desert's edge. "Fictional in the movie, but looks like it is real in this universe."

He released Link from the Luxury Ball. The Rockruff shook himself before barking cheerfully, his tail wagging.

"You ready, buddy? This is your first real quest," Arlo said, crouching to ruffle Link's fur. Link barked again, his eager energy a stark contrast to the desert's silence.

The pair resumed their journey, Link occasionally glancing at Arlo with a determined look. It took another hour of navigating deserted roads, but the diner finally came into view. It stood alone in the vast nothingness, a relic of an earlier era. The faded neon sign flickered weakly in the harsh sunlight.

....

The pair resumed their journey, Link occasionally glancing at Arlo with a determined look. It took another hour of navigating deserted roads, but the diner finally came into view. It stood alone in the vast nothingness, a relic of an earlier era. The faded neon sign flickered weakly in the harsh sunlight, the letters spelling out "Paradise Falls Diner" in a font that screamed 1950s nostalgia.

Arlo pulled the bike off the road and surveyed the area. "That's it. Middle of nowhere, one creepy diner but who would have thought that this is the place where second Jesus id going to be born"

He retrieved his Pit Viper sunglasses from his inventory and slid them on, the lenses tinting the world in cool shades of gray. Then, he began unloading the C-4 explosives.

"Alright, Link, time for some trap setting," he said, placing 75 charges strategically along the road leading to the diner. Each charge was expertly concealed under rocks or shrubs, ensuring they'd remain unnoticed until it was too late.

Link watched curiously as Arlo worked, occasionally sniffing at the explosives but keeping his distance.

"Don't touch that," Arlo warned. "This stuff's not exactly for chewing."

When the road was thoroughly rigged, Arlo turned his attention to the diner itself. The remaining 25 charges went into a duffle bag, along with spare detonators. He left the bag near the entrance, ready for quick deployment. 

"Looks like we're all set," Arlo said, wiping the sweat from his brow. He glanced at Link, who was panting slightly. "You hungry? I think we've got time for a snack."

Link barked in agreement, and Arlo pulled out a few Pokéblocks and a berry from his pack, handing them to his companion. As Link devoured the treats, Arlo leaned against the bike, scanning the horizon.

The silence of the desert pressed in, amplifying every sound, the rustle of the wind, the creak of the diner's old sign, and the distant caw of a bird. It was unsettlingly peaceful, like the calm before a storm.

"Alright, buddy," Arlo said, breaking the silence. "Let's hope we're ready for whatever comes next."

Link barked again, his tail wagging confidently.

Arlo couldn't help but smile. For all the grim predictions and the weight of the mission, it was moments like these that reminded him why he pushed forward.

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[Mojave Desert: Paradise Falls Diner]

Arlo pushed open the creaky door of the diner, a small bell chiming to announce his entry. The scent of frying bacon, stale coffee, and cleaning solution filled his nose. The inside was exactly what he imagined, a snapshot of Americana preserved in chrome and vinyl. Red booths lined the windows, and the counter stretched along one side, complete with spinning stools. The jukebox in the corner hummed faintly, but no music played. 

"This place screams 'last stand' vibes," Arlo muttered, glancing down at Link. The Rockruff sniffed the air curiously, his tail wagging. "Alright, let's grab a seat before we attract too much attention."

He picked a booth near the corner, giving him a clear view of the entrance and the counter. Link hopped up onto the seat beside him, his paws barely reaching the edge of the table. Before Arlo could say anything, a waitress walked over, her movements brisk but tired.

"Morning," she greeted with a forced smile. Her name tag read Charlie, and her baby bump confirmed Arlo's suspicions. "What can I get you?"

Arlo offered a polite smile. "Coffee, black. And whatever your breakfast special is."

He gestured toward Link. "Is it alright if he stays? He's well-behaved, I promise."

Charlie's eyes softened when she looked at Link, who cocked his head and let out a quiet "Bow!." 

She reached out to pet him, and Link leaned into her hand, tail wagging furiously. "Well, how can I say no to that face? As long as he doesn't bother the other customers."

"Crystal clear," Arlo replied, watching as she walked off to place his order.

With a glance around to make sure no one was watching, Arlo subtly retrieved his tarot cards from his inventory. He shuffled them slowly, letting the sound of the cards calm his nerves. He didn't want to draw too much attention, but having the cards in his hands gave him a sense of control, however fleeting.

With a glance around to make sure no one was watching, Arlo subtly retrieved his tarot cards from his inventory. He shuffled them slowly, letting the sound of the cards calm his nerves. He didn't want to draw too much attention, but having the cards in his hands gave him a sense of control, however fleeting.

Charlie returned a few minutes later, balancing a tray with his coffee and a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and pancakes. She placed the items in front of him with practiced ease. "Anything else you need?"

"No, this is perfect. Thanks," Arlo replied. He sipped his coffee, then glanced at her belly. "How far along are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Nine months," Charlie answered, her tone casual but tired. "Feels like nine years, though."

Arlo nodded. "I can imagine. You ever think about what's ahead? For you and the baby?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure where he was going with this. "I try not to think too far ahead. What's the point?"

Arlo smiled, his charisma dialed up just enough to sound sincere. "Sometimes it's good to know what's coming. Helps you prepare. I could do a little reading for you, if you're interested."

Charlie crossed her arms, skepticism plain on her face. "You're one of those fortune-teller types?, from Las Vegas, Never pegged this place for that kind of vibe."

"More of a hobby than a profession," Arlo replied smoothly. "But hey, aren't you even a little curious? Could be fun. And I'll throw in a big tip for your trouble."

She hesitated, chewing her lip before finally sighing. "Fine. But only because I could use some entertainment between orders and give me a bigger tip."

.....

Charlie slid into the booth opposite Arlo, her skepticism evident in the way she crossed her arms.

"Alright, Mr. Fortune Teller, let's see what you've got," she said, her tone half-challenging.

Arlo smirked and spread the tarot deck on the table. "First, shuffle the deck. While you do, think about your past, present, and future. Focus on what you want to know," he instructed, his voice calm and almost meditative.

Charlie arched an eyebrow but complied, her fingers moving deftly over the worn cards. "You really do this often, don't you?"

"Let's just say I've got a knack for reading between the lines," Arlo quipped. He noticed her curiosity peek through her skepticism as she shuffled the cards. "Now, cut the deck and draw three cards."

"Let's just say I've got a knack for reading between the lines," Arlo quipped. He noticed her curiosity peek through her skepticism as she shuffled the cards. "Now, cut the deck and draw three cards."  

Arlo tapped the first card. "This represents your past. Let's see what it has to say."

He flipped it over to reveal The Fool, its imagery depicting a carefree figure on the edge of a cliff.

Charlie squinted at the card. "So... what? I'm a fool?"

Arlo chuckled. "Not exactly. The Fool represents beginnings, naivety, or taking a leap of faith. It tells me you've made some bold decisions in your life, some might call them mistakes, but really, they were stepping stones."

Charlie leaned back, her arms uncrossing slightly. "Huh. Okay, that's... not entirely wrong."

Arlo pointed to the second card. "This one's your present."

He turned it over to reveal The Tower, its imagery of a crumbling spire struck by lightning.

"Well, that's ominous," Charlie muttered, her unease evident.

"This one's a warning," Arlo said seriously. "The Tower symbolizes upheaval, chaos, or danger. It's telling me your current situation is unstable, maybe even life-threatening. You need to be cautious, especially with your child."

Charlie's expression hardened, her hand unconsciously resting on her belly. "You're not just making this up, are you?"

Arlo shook his head. "Trust me, I wish I were."

Finally, Arlo tapped the last card. "And here's your future."

He flipped it over to reveal The Star, its serene imagery of a woman pouring water under a starlit sky.

Charlie let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "That's... better?"

Arlo nodded, his smile returning. "The Star represents hope, guidance, and renewal. It's saying that no matter how dark things get, there's light at the end of the tunnel, for you and your baby."

"Treat it like a map, not a prophecy," Arlo said, gathering the cards. "It's a guide to help you navigate the path ahead, not a script to follow blindly."

Charlie stood, her face a mixture of gratitude and thoughtfulness. "Thanks... I think. You've given me a lot to think about."

Charlie stood, her face a mixture of gratitude and thoughtfulness. "Thanks... I think. You've given me a lot to think about." 

Arlo pulled a fifty dollar from his pocket and slid it across the table. "For the reading. And your tip."

Charlie chuckled, pocketing the bill. "Well, you've earned it. Thanks, Mr. Fortune Teller."

After Charlie left the table, Arlo leaned back in his seat, staring at the tarot cards in his hand.

In the corner of his eyes, his HUD showed that his MP decrease:

[MP: 175/185]

Arlo's divination is real as much as he have foreknowledge from the Movie but his tarot reading is genuine. 

The faint hum of the diner around him felt distant, like he was listening through a layer of fog. His thoughts drifted, circling the role of a Seer—the burden and the privilege of being able to glimpse into the intricate tapestry of fate. 

"This is just the beginning," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the clinking of dishes in the kitchen.

Being a Seer wasn't about becoming omnipotent. It wasn't a cheat code to life, despite what most might think. Amateurs, drawn by the allure of foresight, often assumed that knowing the future granted control over it. Arlo, however, had already begun to grasp the deeper truth. Seeing fate didn't mean controlling it. More often than not, it meant watching events unfold, powerless to intervene.

He thought of the threads he had glimpsed in Charlie's reading, the lingering dangers and the fragile hope. Even armed with this knowledge, he couldn't simply push fate aside. Symbolically, being a Seer was like being handed a map to a maze where some paths were blocked no matter how much you tried to force them open.

"It's... humbling," Arlo whispered, letting the cards slide from his fingers onto the table. He rested his elbows on the table, his hands clasped in front of his face. The inevitability of fate wasn't a weakness, it was a reminder. "Just because I can see doesn't mean I can save. But maybe, just maybe, if I advance, I can do more."

The thought was both a comfort and a challenge. Advancing in the Fool Pathway wasn't just about gaining power, it was about embracing the existential truths that came with it. Knowledge could be a cage as much as it could be a key, and Arlo wasn't sure yet which one he held. 

Suddenly, a faint shattering noise echoed in his mind, and a surge of energy coursed through him. He half-closed his eyes, feeling a part of himself dissolve and reform as his spirit intertwined with the mystical essence of his Seer abilities. 

The muffled laughter of a couple across the diner pulled him back to the present. He looked at Link, who had hopped up onto the seat beside him and was watching him curiously, tail wagging. "What do you think, buddy? Am I overthinking again?"

Link barked once, a soft, cheerful sound that brought a small smile to Arlo's face.

As Arlo gazed at his partner, a sharp yet not unpleasant sensation pierced through his consciousness. It was as if a glass sphere inside him had shattered, scattering fragments that dissolved and flowed into his very being. His body felt both heavy and light at the same time, as though he were floating and grounded simultaneously.

An illusory shattering noise rang faintly in his ears. It wasn't a sound that could be heard with human senses, it resonated somewhere deeper, in the core of his spirit. He felt his mind, body, and soul align, dissolving and reforming in a way he couldn't quite describe.

Arlo half-closed his eyes, riding the wave of the sensation. He remained still, letting the moment pass through him. The world around him faded further, replaced by an indescribable awareness of something vast and incomprehensible.

When the feeling ebbed, he exhaled slowly, opening his eyes to see a new notification blinking in the corner of his HUD:

[Notification: Seer potion fully digested. Eligible for advancement to Sequence 8]

Arlo leaned back in his seat, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

"Finally," he muttered, his voice tinged with both satisfaction and determination. He felt lighter, more centered. The pieces of his path forward were beginning to align.

As the waitress returned briefly to check on him, Arlo waved her off with a polite nod. This was a moment he needed to process alone. He tapped the deck of tarot cards thoughtfully. "Now it's time to take the next step."

He glanced at Link, who was now pawing at the booth seat. 

"Guess you're stuck with me for a while longer," he joked, giving Link a playful scratch behind the ears.

Link barked in agreement, his tail wagging furiously. Arlo chuckled softly, leaning back against the booth. For the first time in a while, he felt a spark of confidence, a belief that while he couldn't change everything, he could at least influence the paths ahead.

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