Vol. 1 Chapter 2 - ‘Iron-Spirit’

/In a galaxy, the same galaxy we all live in, a galaxy named the Milky-way, far-far away, near the galactic-rim on planet Cloudy-Curtain, a planet in the Bright-Republic known for its idyllic-environment and role as a major-agricultural center. Situated within the Bentheim-System, Cloudy-Curtain stands in stark contrast to its bustling neighbor, Planet Bentheim, a major-port system and commercial-hub.

Cloudy-Curtain is characterized by its peaceful atmosphere, temperate-climate, unpolluted-air, and picturesque-scenery. The planet's inhabitants often prioritize a slower pace of life compared to the more industrialized and densely-populated planets within the Bright-Republic. This tranquil setting attracts individuals seeking refuge from the stresses of a fast-paced society, as well as those who appreciate a more natural and serene environment.

The planet's favorable climate and unpolluted environment make it ideal for agriculture. Cloudy-Curtain is renowned for its high-quality agricultural products, particularly cloud-rice, a genetically-modified, highly-nutritious rice that is a staple-food across the Bright-Republic. The planet's agricultural sector dominates its economy and plays a vital role in supplying food to other planets within the star nation.

Cloudy-Curtain remains relatively underdeveloped in terms of industry and technology. This is partly due to the influence of the two dominant political factions, the White-Doves and the Greens, who prioritize preserving the planet's environment and traditional way of life. This focus on agriculture and resistance to heavy industrialization has contributed to the planet's reputation as a peaceful and idyllic, if somewhat sleepy, backwater.

Despite its focus on agriculture, Cloudy-Curtain features one mech-trade-association branch where Ves will certify his first mech and just like most places, it is not without its share of mech enthusiasts. Virtual mech games, particularly those hosted on the platform 'Iron-Spirit' enjoy significant popularity among the younger generation. The presence of Walter's-Whalers, a local mech-gang, further demonstrates the existence of a passionate, if limited, mech community on the planet.

Cloudy-Curtain's government is dominated by a coalition of two political parties: the Greens and the White-Doves. Both parties generally advocate for maintaining the status quo, preserving Cloudy Curtain's environment, and limiting industrial development. Their political dominance has effectively stifled efforts to promote industrialization and diversify the planet's economy.

Primarily composed of native-born Cloudy Curtainers, the Greens focus on environmental protection and oppose large-scale industrialization that could potentially harm the planet's natural beauty and resources.

Largely consisting of elderly migrants from Bentheim, the White Doves prioritize peace, tranquility, and a slower pace of life, often clashing with those seeking to modernize Cloudy-Curtain and bring it in line with the more developed planets of the Bright-Republic.

While the Greens and the White-Doves hold significant sway over Cloudy-Curtain's government, other political-groups advocate for different visions for the planet's future.

Representing those who favor progress and industrial development, the Pioneer's support policies aimed at raising Cloudy-Curtain's standard of living and promoting economic growth. They argue that industrialization can occur without compromising the planet's unique environment, advocating for sustainable development practices. However, despite their efforts, the Pioneers have struggled to gain widespread support, facing opposition from both the ruling coalition and some segments of the population who are content with the status quo.

The city of Freslin serves as the capital-city of Cloudy-Curtain. Situated near Freslin-University, the city boasts landmarks such as the Heritage Cafe, a popular hangout for students and young professionals. However, compared to the bustling cities of Bentheim, Freslin maintains a more relaxed and traditional-atmosphere, reflecting Cloudy-Curtain's overall cultural preference for a slower pace of life.

The city of Orinoco represents a contrasting aspect of Cloudy-Curtain. Located on the opposite side of the planet from Freslin, Orinoco embraces a more modern and trendy-atmosphere, attracting younger-generations and those seeking a more vibrant-lifestyle. The presence of Orinoco highlights the internal divisions within Cloudy-Curtain's society, as different cities and regions adopt distinct cultural-identities and embrace varying levels of technological-advancement.

The local mech gang of planet Cloudy-Curtain, is a mech-gang called the Walter's-Whalers', which is led by the enigmatic Walter, the gang holds a unique position within Cloudy-Curtain's social fabric. Despite their unconventional nature, the Whalers enjoy a surprising degree of popularity among the populace, particularly the youth, who are drawn to their flamboyant displays of mech prowess./

/Location: Uhtred's Gaming-Pod/

/povMC/

"Alright! let's fuck this game's cunny-hole!" I say to hype myself up, as I started the 'Iron-Spirit', Mech-Simulator, to play the Online-Massive-Multiplayer-Mech-Virtual-Reality-Game, or also know as a O-Triple-M-V-R-G, for short, bringing up the welcome to 'Iron-Spirit' message.

/Welcome User to the World of 'Iron-Spirit'/

/Loading information, please wait../

/Loading completed/

/UserID: 'UhtredOfBebbanBurg'/

/Ranking: Bronze-League/

/Record: Wins/Losses/Draws/ (0/0/0)/

/Current Mech: None/

/Current Bank-Account: 0 (GoldCoins) 1'000'000 (Bright-Credits)/

"Ok, so I have a million 'Bright-Credits. I believe it best to wait for Ves to upload his mech, I will buy whatever he makes as my first virtual-mech. Its all so exciting, piloting these powerful metal-creations." I spoke to myself, as I strolled through the interface, looking for the marketplace to buy mechs.

Once I found the mech-market, I searched 'Chasing-Clouds, the UserID that Ves uses, and the search-engine brought up only one option.

/'Kezia-Armament's 'Fantasia 2R-E, designed and fabricated by 'Chasing-Clouds'/

/Purchase Price: 1'700 (Gold-Coin) or 17'000 (Bright-Credits)/

"Ten 'Bright-Credits is equal in worth to only one 'Gold-Coin, or otherwise known as the ingame-currency of 'Iron-Spirit'. Well atleast I have a million 'Bright-Credits, I know from the novel, Ves only receives a hundred-thousand 'Bright-Credits to begin with." I say as I enter the waiting-lobby, for ranked-bronze solo-matches, after equipping the '2R-E.

I also bought a one-handed axe and a round-shield, I did not even purchase a ranged-weapon. I plan to utilize the slimness and agility of being a light-mech, also my 'A-level Neural-Aptitude will ensure I move as if I'm operating my own body. The Fantasia 2R manufactured by Kezia-Armaments is a female-based humanoid-shaped mech, that was known for having a slim build with a wide buttocks area to put it plainly.

The system-skills will give me all I need, to achieve eternal-glory in my profession. 'Iron-Spirit' is only my first-step, on my journey to become a 'God-Pilot. The match has finally loaded, after drawing my opponent, 'YourMom69'. My enemy is more than likely a student, on planet Cloudy-Curtain, since Bronze-Ranks does not have Cross-Star-Play. So I know my opponent is another player who also lives on planet Cloudy-Curtain.

/Map: Forley's Harbor/

/Match Mode: One-Vs-One/

/Opponent UserID: 'YourMom69'/

/Match Starting Now/

I take-in my surroundings, An medieval-looking port-city, of a settlement by the sea. I control my mech, walking towards the opposite direction of the map, from where I was loaded-into the match at.

In the art of any warfare, mech warfare included, knowing your environment is of upmost importance. I can hear insect calls and birds chirping as they fly through the air, around and throughout the settlement.

"By all the Gods, Old and the New Gods One and All, All and One, All-Father, by them all I shall be the Father-Glory himself, of this world I have been sent to! By Freja's majestic, golden, mesmerizing pussy-hole! This is what wielding power should feel like, walking around in a giant-metal form. Ready to smash in an enemy's skull with a giant-metal axe or shield." I tell myself as I start to enter a jog-like pace, jogging-down the cobblestone-paths towards my enemy.

I could hear my enemy far before I could lay sight on him. Amateurish, not even bothering to hide the sounds of his steps from the ears of your enemies. I get crouched and ready for my unsuspecting opponent to come around the corner of the building, I'm crouching beside.

"Fuck ya!" I shouted, the moment I saw the gun-barrel poking around the edge of the wall, as I shoulder-charged. Pushing my opponent back enough, to create the distance required for a shield bash to my enemy's metal-skull.

While my opponent tried to regain his balance I caught him right dead-center of his mech's cock-pit, with my mech's one-handed metal-axe.

Killing my opponent, ending my first 'Iron-Spirit' match, with a flawless-victory and it will not be my last match of my evening. I have all night to rank-up to the Silver-ranks, before I call it a night.

/Uhtred then continued to enter bronze-ranked matches throughout the night until reaching Silver-ranks on 'Iron-Spirit', shocking many netizens playing the game or watching live broadcasts of the matches being played across the universe, on the galactic-net, after he penultimately achieved a ten-match winning-streak, before calling it a night and entering his slumber./

/Inside our main character's dream-land mind-scape dimension, that he enters when inside the physical-realm his body enters his slumbers whilst transporting his conciousness or spiritual-form into a virtual-library of mech-knowledge and entire hordes of books containing all sorts of information, pertaining to mech-warfare and the history of mechs various ways of being used in the conducting of warfare. This dimension or seperate space is Uhtred Larkinson's own private domain, inside the galactic-net itself

/There is even a computer like machine, he can search for information with just a thought whilst maintaining eye-contact with the screen of the equipment. Uhtred likes to spend his spare time when he is not studying war or mech-piloting, searching up different things on the web, between medicinal-wine making, or recipes for wound-ointments. Uhtred dedicates a good amount of time researching the different plants, animals, crops and different things he plans to establish a farm producing, on his own private land he will own on the small slow-paced agricultural-based planet./

/For some reason, this night Uhtred had a different sort of slumber than usual. Instead of being sent to his sleep-study dreamland, Uhtred was sent to a modern-looking bookstore that looked straight of London, but Harry-Potter London not the normal one./

/Location: Inside Uhtred's Dreamscape/

/Pov3rdPerson/

"Hmm, known by your friends as Cole or C-Murda, what a fucking imbecile your alias is seriously 'C-Murda? You must be a fucking amoeba to be that stupid, gods you are lucky you have good taste in anime and webnovels." An omniscient or all seeing and all-knowing like being said to himself, as he sat at a desk in a modern looking bookstore, opposite Uhtred who was paralyzed and missing of his senses except for his sight and hearing, he could not speak or move his limbs all he could do is sit in the chair opposite the god-like being.

"No need for you to speak, you are only here to for me to inform you, at some point in the future when your brother Ves Larkinson hooks up with Gloriana, his future wife. The god who sponsored you admission into your second life, Loki demands you and your brother double-penetrate Gloriana within a month of their meeting by any means necessary, or suffer the consequences." Said the being, informing Uhtred of the news of the demands of a creeper Norse supposedly mythological god named Loki, who is most-known by the peasantry for having a very tiny penis.