Jayhawk+ by Nick Venom (pdf to ebook reader .TXT) 📖

fund your training.”

“Training?”

“Now that you’ve appeared, our kingdom is saved. We’re heading to the castle to meet with the king to introduce our future savior to him and the rest of the royal family. There you will be taught how to survive in this world, including how to access your godly powers. “

“What if I can’t protect the kingdom?” He asked.

Sister Ashley looked him in the eyes. “We will all die.” She whispered before turning around and heading towards the castle looming in the distance. “If you get strong enough and meet people like yourself, then you can protect the kingdom and the world.”

“People like myself?” Locus asked as two street rats ran past him.

“The king will grant you a few elite allies, but you can find new talents during your adventure that will help in defeating the Slade kingdom.”  

“Talents, huh?” He muttered. He was never talented at anything in his past life. He didn’t have a purpose in his past life. He would’ve been nothing in that world, an invisible ghost. This world, however, could be different. 

“I will control my powers and protect the world. All with the power of the Creation God, Czeco!” He shouted into the air. People around him, including Sister Ashley, looked at him strangely. 

“I will become a hero!”

 

TBC...

The Next God of Creation: Season One [Episode Two "Alpha Demon"]

Sister Ashley brought Locus to the castle, bypassing the royal guards by showing the marking of the Creation God on his skin---a symbol of a tree imprinted on his shoulder, hidden by his soaked long-sleeved shirt. 

She led him to the castle’s main entrance until a butler showed up, prying Locus from her. “King’s orders are that only he enters. You must return to the church.”

Sister Ashley nodded and turned around, glancing over her shoulder at Locus. “I pray for your safe journey.” She told him before walking down the pathway to the front gate, leaving Locus behind. Locus tried to say something to her, but couldn’t think of what to say. Instead, he turned to face the butler.

The grey-haired butler ushered him into the castle, closing the doors behind him. “Let’s not keep the king waiting.” He said before leading Locus to the king’s throne room, a beautiful room covered in red and gold. The room was filled with many artifacts, showing off the royal family’s wealth. 

Waiting for them was the king, sitting on his golden throne. He ordered Locus to approach him. “You are the reincarnation of the Creation God Czeco?” The king asked him.

“U-U-Uh, yeah,” Locus muttered before suddenly kneeling. He’d read a lot of fantasy manga that told him of what he should do in this situation. 

“What is your name, young man?” The king asked.

“Locus, sir… I mean your majesty.” 

“Locus?” The king repeated. The king was an elderly man in his late seventies with a flowing white beard that went to his ankles. His pale-ish skin was wrinkled to a large degree while his hair was nearing its end. In contrast to his looks, he wore a fancy light green and blue robe that displayed his wealth and status. “Firstly, I welcome you to the kingdom of Wyvern, my domain. Second of all, I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition? Like a deal or something?”

The king nodded. “Your current situation lands you as the hero of the human kingdoms. That’s something I want to use to propose an alliance with every other human kingdom against the demon kingdom. However, I don’t want to use you without providing a benefit. I want you to ask for anything that I can provide you. Women, land, weapons; anything you want---that I can provide---you can have.”

“Anything?” Locus asked, stroking his chin. “After I defeat this demon kingdom or whatever, then can I have a normal life?” He responded without hesitation.

The king jerked his head while raising his eyebrows. “A normal life? Huh, what an interesting choice.” He then stood up from his throne and walked towards Locus. He rested one of his hands on his shoulder before looking Locus in the eyes. “I can ensure that you’ll have a normal life, a hundred lifetimes over. Though, there must be something else?”

“A w-w-wife,” Locus awkwardly muttered, sheepishly looking away.

“A wife? That request makes more sense.” The king said before roaring in laughter. “A strong man deserves an equally strong wife.” He motioned for Locus to stand. Locus followed his order and stood, receiving a pat on the shoulder. “I will organize a ball and call upon every noblewoman in the kingdom. You can choose any of them that interest you.” The king declared.

Locus shook his head and tried to explain to the king that a grand gesture like a large ball wouldn’t be necessary, but the king ignored him and ordered two of his servants to begin the preparations.

 “I think I should be focusing on training?” Locus tried to argue.

“I’ve already organized your trainers. They’ll arrive tomorrow. You’ll start your training then. Tonight, you will discover your wife!”

Locus protested against the ball, but the king wouldn’t allow it. The king handed Locus over to a group of maids, who looked at him with hungry eyes, wielding different suits for him to try on. “Wait, I can dress myself!” He shouted to no avail. The maids sank their teeth on him, pushing different suits on him until all five of them found the perfect one; a black and white suit with the marking of Czeco imprinted over his heart. The suit was fashioned with hidden compartments to hide knives and other tools in an emergency. 

After trying clothes on for an entire hour, Locus walked outside of the changing room with his suit on full display. The king waited by the room like a puppy waiting for its owner. However, the puppy never noticed that an invader entered the home. The king’s wife appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the king by his ear. “Oh, you must be the reincarnation of Czeco. Locus, was it? I apologize for this one. He doesn’t know how to act like a real king. I am Queen Harley of the Wyvern Kingdom.” She announced with a small bow. “Andrew will be busy for a while, but he’ll appear at the ball. You’ve been given access to almost every room in the castle. Don’t enter any restricted rooms marked by an ‘X’, however.” Queen Harley told him. She was a beautiful brunette woman in her early seventies with young-looking pale skin that didn’t match her age. She wore a beautiful white and blue gown. 

“Okay,” He muttered before Harley dragged Andrew off by his ear into a room, where minutes later, Locus heard his screams and cries. Locus ignored Andrew’s desperate pleas for help and investigated the castle, coming across the kitchen, meeting room, the staffs’ room, and the underground prison. 

In the prison, Locus looked at the inhabitants while being monitored by a guard. Locus noticed that the small and cramped prison held ten people---nine males and one female. As Locus neared the only female, he noticed her beauty. A dark-skinned demon with bright pink long hair that curled at the ends. She wore brown tattered clothes that were hanging on a string at certain points. The woman noticed Locus and approached him, stuck behind her cell bars. The guard, meanwhile, raised his sword and slowly walked towards the woman’s cell. Locus---intrigued by the demon woman---walked closer to the cell before the guard yanked him backward.

“Stay away from her. She’s an Alpha Demon!”

 

TBC…

The Next God of Creation: Season One [Episode Three "Angelica"]

“What’s an Alpha Demon?” Locus asked him. The guard picked the visor up and revealed the male elf that stood inside of the armor. He had pale skin and sand-colored eyes with eyebrows that slanted downwards as he talked to Locus.

“Alpha Demons are demons that are at the peak of demonkind. They’re the ones that become Satan in the Underworld and the ones that make up the demon royal family. They have a terrifying amount of mana and are known to have incredible and almost god-like skills. These Alpha Demons brought chaos and ruin to human kingdoms like ours. We were lucky enough to capture this one before she could become a threat.”

“Before she could become a threat?”

The guard pointed at the handcuffs on the female demon. “Alagin, the strongest mage in our kingdom, discovered this Alpha Demon when she was too young to utilize her powers. He slapped the handcuffs on her and since then she’s been rotting in this cell.”

Locus stroked his chin as he inspected the woman. Inspect her? A robotic voice asked him suddenly inside his mind. Locus looked around, to the confusion of the guard, but couldn’t discover the origin of the voice. Inspect her? The voice repeated. Locus nodded his head, but the robotic voice repeated its words. 

“Inspect,” Locus muttered. 

Scanning… inspection completed. Female Alpha Demon’s name is Angelica. Her stats are at the rank of God Tier. She has five skills that can topple a country. Unfortunately, the conditions she endured and the pent-up mana had dematerialized her body to the point that her skills are rendered useless. However, a user with Holy Heal can save her and recover her abilities. Personal traits: Stubborn, quiet, and brave. Weakness: Love. The robotic voice summarized, filling Locus with unnecessary details that he ignored. 

“Did you use Inspect on her?” The guard asked him.

“Yeah… is it rare?”

“The only people that have that ability is Alagin!” The guard exclaimed. “We must inform the king!”

“But shouldn’t we-” A lightbulb appeared over Locus, prompting an idea to shoot and rattle around his brain. “Go inform the king about it!” He ordered. The knight nodded before running up the five flights of stairs and making it to ground level. In contrast to the young elf guard, Locus paid no attention to his strange newfound ability. Instead, he focused on Angelica. “Can you tell me your name?” He redundantly asked. 

“An-Angelica,” She muttered, her voice sounding low and strained.

“Do you hate this kingdom? Do you want to be free?” He asked her while extending his hand. Angelica nodded and raised her hand to meet his, but, at the last moment, she yanked herself back. She shook her head before sticking herself close to the wall. Locus let out a loud sigh before lowering his hand. He sheepishly looked down at the ground and nodded his head slightly before climbing up the five flights of stairs to the ground level where he met the princess of the kingdom. 

She kneeled in his