7.
7 weeks. That’s how old I am. At that age I shouldn’t even be able to crawl, let alone participate in a criminal organization’s bloody trials in order to be accepted as a promising youth in their ranks.
“Strange. It had never done something like this before… We’ve been using this exact type of artifact for hundreds of years without issues.” Wrinkle mused out loud. “You four try it.” He said after taking it back from my palm and giving it to his guards.
One after the other we came face to face with insane numbers.
13009
10435
18023
21900
Once again I’m reinforced in my belief that these guys are the drug head’s elite army, as they are old as hell.
“Is there an issue?” I asked.
“Is there an issue? Is there an issue he asks?! Hahaha! Young man- no, should I call you a newborn baby instead? Wish I had your genes, I’m over sixty years and and have to crane my neck to look at a 50-day-old baby! Hahaha!
Anyways, there’s some fuckery going on here, and I’m going to find out what.” Wrinkle wasn’t overly accommodating.
I cut him off before he could begin with a firm, accusatory tone. “I passed the examination. I’m under 30 years of age. You have no right to investigate a Phenom candidate, even as a high-ranked member. Or was everything about the Vesper Consortium and its respect for its own rules a lie?” There’s no other way for me than to rely on their own chains they placed around their necks.
After all, the syndicate might be a criminal organization, but they have been going strong for many centuries. Such a thing doesn’t happen unless they are strict with their rules and regulations.
As for how am I 7 weeks old? 7 weeks ago should be the time when I transmigrated to this world. My body was reconstructed from that of a human to a primordial. I wasn’t aware of it, but it seems that I was technically killed as a 25-year-old human, and reborn as a baby primordial, but for some reason I kept my human appearance.
Some weird fuckery happened when I came to this world, which caused this logical fallacy to take place.
How damned unlucky.
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“Hehehe! I thought Aurelion was overreacting, but I suppose not. He found the most interesting candidate we’ve had in maybe forever. You’re right. The purpose of the Phenom Trials is to find promising fresh blood, and what’s fresher than yours? Ahaha!” Wrinkle seemed to turn from shocked to amused.
That should be a good sign, I suppose.
He then continued; “We don’t ask questions that are not absolutely necessary, and you in exchange support the Consortium’s dominance for centuries to come. That’s the deal between the Phenoms and the Obsidian Circle. After all, they are also private people who didn’t reveal their identity even to those of my rank. Good. Apologies for my hasty antics. You pass the examination.
Tomorrow someone will come and guide you to where the Trials will begin. Best of luck to you all.”
He threw six objects into my hand. “Those are simple identification products. They are non-magical, so no spying is going on. All they do is let us know that you are Devil and his Heralds. If you lose the identification products before the Trial is over we can’t know for certain if it’s really you or someone else, so protect them.”
With that, he and his four guards left the house.
“Well, that was strange.” Jasmine commented. “You are becoming more interesting each time we meet it seems, Devil.”
“Yeah. At this rate, I’ll never get your father off my cock. Pause.” My vocab needs a serious update.
<Ew!> Ayame was the first to voice her distaste.
<Humans are weird…> Seraphiel mused while I could vividly feel her gaze on me.
<Master, Blossom won’t dislike Master even if Master wants to explore…> My beloved dog-kin said in a supportive tone.
Aurora and Lucille were not my slaves so they couldn’t join in. Thankfully.
“I didn’t mean it that way. Just a slight slip of the tongue. You all should know which way I swing very well.” I rushed in to clarify.
Jasmine for some reason had an energetic, happy smile on her face. “So that’s why my seduction attempts weren’t working. I see things clearly now. I’ll let Aurelion know that he should start looking for pretty skirts and hair removal products. I got your back, Devil. You can count on me.” She said with a playful wink.
Yikes.
The joke was not funny at all, so I was very glad when the ladies got over it, and especially when Jasmine left the building, letting us breathe a bit.
I debated about going home for a while, but it would’ve been stupid. I don’t plan on using the Warp Gate when we’re this deep in Consortium territory unless absolutely necessary. They might be able to sense it somehow, or just simply come and check on me like Wrinkle did, and find the house empty. That would be rather awkward.
I checked the ‘identification product’ and found it to be a simple metal dog tag similar to what the Adventurer’s Guild uses on their adventurers. One, the biggest metal piece, stated ‘Nr. 3267’ and the others were ‘Nr. 3267/1’ ‘Nr. 3267/2’ and so on.
I of course used my primordial eyes to check if they had some magic in them- and I did the same for all the previous artifacts Wrinkle used as part of the examination as well- and found no foul play.
The house we got was big enough to house six people, so the rest of our day was peaceful and comfortable. Besides the fact that we never undressed from our guises. It wasn’t easy nor overly comfortable to plow my three willing ladies as such.
Lucille was in her heavy armor while Aurora had a full-body robe, so the only one who I could tumble around with was Blossom, since she was in the typical beast-kin favored armor set, the one that looked like a modern-day BDSM one from Earth.
While I played around with my beloved first lady, Aurora and Lucille chatted amicably about their typical nonsense, and Ayame was speaking with Seraphiel about more serious stuff. She was taking her second-in-command role seriously, as she was getting acclimated to our newest member.
The morning arrived and as we were told, a guide came to escort us. It was one of the insect-helmeted guards. The Trials would begin within a few hours at the latest.