Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Prince of Power

Damon's eyes turned up and glanced at the passing scene of trees and flowers, a moment passed by as his gaze lingered outside the window.

Before he turned his attention back onto a well maintained diary nestled between his hands.

The train whizzed against the wind, carrying the hundreds of passengers inside as they were closing in on the last stop.

Damon spun the black fountain pen in his right hand, his face was determined as he thought for a few passing moments.

His eyes widened with surprise as the train reached the station, Damon's fingers turned into a blur as he rushed to write down his idea.

Another whistle rang out from the front of the train just as Damon finished his inscription.

He snapped closed the book before lunging towards the seat in front of him and grabbing a brown suitcase and a metal cage.

Just as the train slowly gained momentum, Damon jumped out from his compartment and laid a hand on top of his hat to prevent it from fluttering.

'July 3rd 1349, it should be about time that Klein became a Beyonder.' Damon echoed as he passed by a sign that read, "Welcome to Tingen City!"

He continued walking towards the exit of the station as his thoughts were in a state of disarray, "Damn that Demoness, sending me to Tingen at this point of time.

"She wants me to die, but she doesn't know, I'm an unkillable cockroach. Yes, yes I won't die! I shall grow stronger, far, far stronger and thrash her until she begs for mercy!"

He muttered with an increasing amount of insanity.

His hand shot up as he gestured for a carriage, and without even sparing a single second, a white carriage with golden highlights came towards him.

The coachman had a thin face with high cheek bones, his hair was shaded with an awful grey color as he wore an unkept suit.

"To Daffodil Street, please." Damon said without batting an eye.

"3 soli." The old crook said without hesitation, a smirk landed upon his face as he gazed at Damon's foreign features.

Shaggy dark hair, reminiscent of the night and stormy and intense grey eyes. With a well built and toned body. Standing at 5'11, he looked like one of the barbarians from Feysac.

"Do you consider me a child, good sir? Daffodil Street is about 2 kilometres away, and a normal amount for such a distance is 10 pence to 1 soli."

Damon's eyes stared intensely at the avaricious man, who seemed slightly off put by his gaze, "Times have changed young man, I guess a barbarian won't know that." He said with an uncomfortable smirk.

"Must I remind you that only one of us is stuck driving a carriage here?" Hearing Damon's words, the color from the coachman's face drained. As he clicked his tongue, "Fine, 1 soli."

Damon shook his head, "No, I think I can find a better coachman, one that I'd be happy to pay."

He muttered under his breath before passing by his carriage, "Wait! 9 pence." The coachman shouted with panic as Damon paused for a moment before turned back with a grin, "See I think we've got a deal."

"..."

Damon opened the room to his apartment, it was a medium sized unit at the corner of the street, it wasn't shabby but it wasn't impressive either.

He walked in and looked around the room.

It housed a bed to his right side, which was accompanied by two bedside tables at either of its sides. At the front, laid a long wooden table that stretched from one corner to the other.

The room was bent slightly from the right to create a blind spot, at this wall laid a bathroom. And taking the corner led to a wooden cupboard.

All in all, it was a lavish room.

According to his lovely Demoness, he didn't need to worry about the rent, courtesy to her.

"I would've liked her if not for the fact that she wanted me to help another Demoness hiding out here who's assisting Ince."

Damon muttered under his breath while placing his suitcase on the desk. He opened the steel cage he was carrying and out popped a snow white cat whose movements were as light as a feather, who was poetically named Snow.

"God Snow, you might be the only great thing in my life." Damon whispered with sorrow as he brushed her coat.

Before the vindictive bitch sent him off, she brewed a potion for Snow and let her accompany him.

Thankfully she didn't go mad on the spot and survived the process of becoming a Beyonder, sadly she didn't gain the ability to speak.

'It might be because the Spectator Pathway enhances one's cerebral prowess, she might acquire the ability at Sequence 7.' The broody boy thought to himself.

Damon played with the feline for a few short hours before deciding that it was time to get back on business.

"First things first, I need protection." He mumbled to himself while scratching in his notebook.

"The Mystery Pryer pathway provides little to no combat ability at this stage, I've wrecked my mind for hours on that horrible train and I've come to a conclusion.

"To go on the path of a summoner." He whispered to himself with a pause.

"The Mystery Pryer potion allows a person to gain knowledge in Ritualistic Magic that helps in summoning spirits. All I need is the materials for it.

"I remember a black market which sold a few mystical ingredients around here somewhere. It was so irrelevant that I completely forgot the place it was located at.

"This is also easily solved. I have a meeting with her tonight at 9:00 thanks to my benevolent benefactor. Assisting Sharon with Ince my ass."

Damon stopped for a moment to catch his breath, he leaned against his chair with a sorrowful face, 'I want to go back to my life as a homeless man! That's way better than living in this hellhole, I was wrong!

'Transmigration is not the blessing I thought it was! Being a homeless computer science major is better than this! Please, someone send me back!'

But much to no one's surprise, Damon wasn't magically whisked away by a pink light to Earth. With a loud and kind voice saying "I see you've learned your lesson Damon, now off you go."

"Well whatever, fuck that. Anyways I can use her to get the location of the black market, after all she would want me to perform at my best so that I can assist her better.

"With that I'll get my materials, she'll get my help, maybe I'll get to fuck her and everything will be sunshine and rainbows. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll turn into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Prince of Power, who has the power of a Sequence 0."

Damon chided himself for his naive thinking, this world wasn't as simple and harmless as he had once thought.

Expecting everything to go as planned was wishful thinking, something would definitely go wrong.

He just hoped that no matter what went wrong his dick would be safe, he couldn't lose his precious nine inches!

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A/N - Filler chapter, bare with me.