[One-Shot] The House Always Wins (Worm/No Game No Life)

[SimpleScribe]

Series: Worm, No Game No Life, Blood Blockade Battlefront
This is a One-Shot. Enjoy.

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The House Always Wins
One-Shot
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[Armsmaster]

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"Stand by. I'm heading in."

That's what I said to all the stationed police behind me and with good reason. Why?

Because anyone would be a little suspicious of a giant ass casino popping out of nowhere smackdab on top of where the ABB's old casino used to be.

"Vista, I'll keep you posted."

The Ward nodded her head. The rest got the general idea. Shadow Stalker, on the other hand, didn't seem so enthusiastic to sit around doing nothing. Tough.

With enough time wasted, I got my halberd out and step up to the massive double casino doors. The place was lit up like a tinker's Fourth of July. Bakuda's maybe. It's a casino, used to draw any unsuspecting suckers. It was an excessive and stupid kind of fancy. There's not much else to talk about. So I went through a door into an even brighter foyer. And what was I met with?

A black and white arrow sign pointing forward with 'This way' printed in big black letters. No one was around, seeing as the entire place was blockaded the moment this place showed up. Whoever the cape is that made this place, I'd better get on their good side.

Ha. Yeah right.

This place is way too suspicious to play nice with. The best way to go about this is to quarantine the place and put the cape under custody until we figure out what to do with them. That said, I went onwards.

Fancy. Extravagant. Classy. Pretentious. And filling for a huge ass ego. That's what this place is. Seriously, who goes through this much trouble to line the floor with gold? Hell if I know, but damn is this place fancy. Slot machines. Poker. Blackjack. Darts. Chess. Checkers. Roulette. Baccarats. Craps. Bowling. Billiards. Air Hockey. Hell, fucking Twister. And here's the kicker, the freaking Twister mat is embroidered with platinum and gold. This place must have been a fortune to make. Too bad it's going to be confiscated to the Protectorate. Such a shame.

I kept following the arrows through hallways, game rooms, and stairs. My suit kept a detailed map as I made my way. God, how big is this place?! Eventually, I got to another big door behind a metal stand with a card in black and white.

'Please wait.'​

I scanned my surroundings. It was a waiting room, amply put. The couches were made of leather. The floor was checkered with marble and obsidian. The walls and ceilings were reinforced dark oak. The furniture was just senselessly expensive. God, does this guy have a money fetish? He'd give Kaiser a run for his money. Literally.

I hear a bell ring not soon after, raising my weapon in alert. The stand had a different card in place.

'Please come in.'​

This was way too easy, wasn't it? Still, I got a job to do. So without any more hesitation, I went through the doors the stand was in front of.

It was dark, long, and was a hallway. What's with this guy and hallways? Nevertheless, with the lights from my helmet on, I trekked on. It wasn't long until I saw a light at the end. I reached it in no time flat. Or did I? It seemed too fast to judge. It felt like I was walking for hours, but also minutes? I double checked my helmet clock. No, it was minutes. The cape's a shaker too. Great.

Whatever. Point is, I got to the end and what did I see? A kid sitting at a desk in the middle of the room with a single spotlight shining down. A kid… A freaking kid in a crisp suit and hat. Seriously? A fifteen year old kid. Crap. Any wrong moves and they'll go off on a tangent. You know how teens are. Superiority complexes and short tempers and all. Maybe I should lay down my weapon currently pointed towards his forehead. Crap. He's smiling. Why?

"Welcome to the High Roller. My name is Greg Veder and I will be your host for tonight."​

"Hey, you getting this?"

The feed I was sending to the Wards outside was caught. I got a call of affirmation. Most of them couldn't believe it's just a kid cape. Kid Win and Clockblocker's getting excited to meet this kid.

"No fucking way!"

"What is it?"

"It's fucking Greg?!"

Shadow Stalker just blew up though the feed. I ran a search on Greg Veder. Student of Winslow High. Clean slate. Average grades. No extraordinary feats. I asked Shadow Stalker what's up with this kid. Greg was just sitting there's smiling, presumably waiting for me to acknowledge him.

"Nothing at all. Fucker's a creep. That's all I know about him."

Well that's informative. He'll be needing a psych analysis later then. Enough of this. Time for procedure. I relaxed and opened myself up. I'll lower his guard and snap him up as soon as I can.

"Hello, Mr. Veder. I am Armsmaster of the Protectorate. I would like you to come with me."

"Is that your request?"​

"Yes. Will that be a problem?"

"Of course not. Please sit then. I'll be making an equal request and since I am the challenged,
I shall be the one to pick the game."​

What? He wants to play a game?

"I think you're confused. What I'm asking for is for you to come with me to the Protectorate HQ. There will be no negotiations."

"Oh."​

Crap. He looks disappointed. I prepared myself for the worse, raising my halberd.

"I'm afraid I cannot comply with that request."​

"And why's that?"

"It's one of the pledges placed on me and the High Roller. 'All conflicts will be resolved through games.'
I cannot act unless someone earns a victory against me."​

What the hell. What kind of ridiculous power is that? Whatever. There's no rush. I have time to think of options. Just keep talking and prodding for answers.

"What's to stop me from carrying you out?"

"I'm afraid Tet wouldn't appreciate someone touching his champion without proper permission. This permission can only be won by a game."​

"Who is Tet?"

"He is the one residing within me. Through me, his power is absolute.
And it will only grow the more games I win."​

Great. A delusional kid. What kind of a crappy answer was that? I don't have time for this. I began to walk towards the kid at the desk.

"Look, Greg. I need you to come with me now."

"Oh? You've decided to play after all?"​

"No. I'm not playing your games."

"Oh. That's a shame. You were my first guest too…"​

What the? I was being pulled back! By what?! I stabbed my halberd into the ground and held on for dear life.

"You're still here? Mister Armsmaster, if you wanted me to go with you,
you should just play the game I picked out. It's easier that way."​

Hell no. I am not playing by this kid's stupid rules.

"Forget it!"

"But it's Connect Four."​

"What kind of simple comment is that?!"

"It's two of the pledges. 'In games, each player will bet something that they agree is of equal value.' and 'The game of which the bets are made will have its difficulty equal to the difficulty of the requests made.' I was going to say that if I win, you would play a second round with me."​

I gritted my teeth. This really sounds too easy. What kind of rules are those? They seem way too lax to be absolute. Still… Connect Four is a solved game. I can easily beat the kid in relatively short time and be back at HQ. Shoot. I'm losing my grip.

"Alright alright! I'll play dammit!"

"Wonderful!"​

And like that, I was still while clinging onto my halberd. I looked up to the kid smiling smugly at me.

Fucking Shakers.

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The next thing I knew I was outside in front of that goddamned casino and the entire Brockton Bay police force plus Wards. Greg was right next to me, still smiling. Shadow Stalker was right. Kid's creepy.

"Armsmaster!"

I heard the Police Chief called out.

"All clear! Keep this place quarantined until further notice!"

"Oh. That wouldn't be a problem."​

I heard Greg say that and the next thing I knew I heard an abrupt crack and thump behind me. I turned around and saw the ENTIRE casino gone. Just. Gone. It's just an empty concrete foundation now.

"Wherever Tet and I go, the High Roller comes also."​

"… Right."

"See. I told you. Creepy as high hell."

For once, I agree with you, Shadow Stalker. Not that I'd say that out loud.

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Normally, I wouldn't ride in the carriage with a captured cape. But seeing as the kid lost and was more than happy to obliged to the 'bet' we've made, I took the opportunity to get more answers out of him. Whatever this Tet was, it must be related to his powers and not at all from his delusional high school fantasies.

"So… I have a number of questions for you and I'd like a straight answer for them. Is that alright?"

"Of course. I'm upholding my end of the bet after all."​

"Okay… How did you get your powers?"

"I can tell you this. Tet came to me because of my unusual abilities at playing games.
He recalled a pair of siblings that'd beaten him before and decided to come to the human world to find another like them."​

Greg was answering so nonchalantly, not minding on how absurd it was. For the sake of getting somewhere, I kept listening.

"I was the one he's looking for and because of that, he decided to grant me 'The Pledges'.
It's certainly not how everyone else had gotten their powers. Triggers, right?"​

Absolute bullshit. There's no way he got those powers without a trigger. I take back what I said. Tet is just a random delusion.

"Now now. That's no way to think of the One True God, is there?"​

What the fuck?! Where'd this kid come from!? There was another kid sitting next to Greg. He was sickeningly colorful. He was wearing a bunch of summer clothes colored like rainbow barf.

"And I'll have you know that 'Rainbow Barf' is in season. Just look at my fancy hat!"​

Oh god… Another smug guy.

"Who are you?"

In all honesty, that was a stupid question to ask.

"You're darn right it was! My name is Tet! Short for Teto! The One True God of Disboard!"​

"What the hell kind of development is this!? And stop reading my head!"

"Tet! I thought you didn't want to show yourself to anyone!"​

"Eh. Times change. And you're going to need a vouch if you want to stay out of what they call the 'Birdcage'.
And I certainly don't want my champion to be in there."​

"Okay. Back up! I'm the big guy talking here! Explain yourself! Now!"

In all honesty, you should never ever yell at a person who claims to be a God and can hold up against that title, especially since they just popped in out of nowhere.

"Hmph. How rude. And I was seriously considering to let my champion join you people.
Guess I was mistaken."​

Crap.

"Look! I just want answers here! Alright?!"

"And you'll get them. Just ask away. My champion here is still bound by the Pledges."​

At least he's reasonable. Okay. There's still a bit of time until we get to HQ. I have to make the most of it.

"Okay… Why… are you here?"

I swear the two of them were smiling for bloody murder.

"Because. I always love to play a good game every once in a while."

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By the time we got to HQ, this Tet guy disappeared before the back doors open. Greg stay quiet as he was escorted to an interrogation room where he'll wait for Miss Militia to talk to them. The reason for that is because of what Tet told me in the carriage.

"Gods may be all powerful, but even they get bored."

"Seeing as my domain was already fulfilling its purpose, I've decided to expand my reach out to other worlds. And the next best choice was the world where two particularly interesting siblings came from. Earth."

"What I plan to do with this place? Easy. 'Have fun!'"
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Now, fun can be VERY subjective. A very bloody subjective ala Slaughterhouse Nine. So you can forgive me when I shouted back in defiance.

"Ouch. Some throat you have. When I mean by fun, I mean by Games. You know? Like Checkers? Geez, how serious can you get?
You remind me of the Old Deus with sticks up their butts."​

I took offense to that, but I promptly shut up. Then I asked what exactly does this 'fun' involve?

"Fun is fun. I don't get how difficult it is for you to understand."​

So I specified how he is related to this 'fun'.

"From where I'm from, I was known as the God of Play. And after a bunch of convoluted coincidences and trouble, I became the One True God. After that, I made the world I rule confine to a set amount of Pledges that would cease all conflict. War. Famine. Artificial Death. It was essentially perfect from the Sixteen Race's eyes. Although they were a bit cheatsy with the rules, it worked out in the end though. So when I was done with that world, I've decided to continue on with my influence to bring true fun to the worlds beyond and end conflict. And this Earth is my next goal."​

So now we got a God from another dimension who plans on restricting free will on the entire multiverse to end all conflict. Great.

"And just so you know, I'm not restricting anything. I'm not one of those Masters you people always freak out about. I'm just helping. Death is a tragic thing, isn't it? But whatever. I've said enough. Greg here can fill in the rest. I'm off to prepare this world for the Pledges. Call me when you need me, Greg! Ta ta!"​

The rest of the ride to the HQ was quiet as you would expect. So by the time I got into the interrogation room, everyone important who could come here on short notice was here. That being Alexandria. Everyone else was out looking for this Tet.

"Did you see the recording?"

"See it? I came here as soon as I heard the word 'God.' Is this the 'champion?' Seems a bit scrawny."

"Greg Veder. High Schooler. No one particularly standing out."

"Until now."

"Yeah. From what I could get out of him, he's a Shaker that can only act depending on the wager made between him and his opponent."

"I know. I saw the recorded feed when you went into the casino. I didn't believe it at first, but when I saw the kid made that place disappear…"

"Yeah… This kid's dangerous. So is this God of his."

"Tet… What kind of name is that anyway?"

"I could go off and list you the meanings for it, but I don't think we have the time."

"Alright. I'm going in."

"Good luck."

"I don't need it."

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"Hello, Greg. Do you know who I am?"

"Greetings! You are Miss Alexandria of the Triumvirate. I've heard many great stories about you!"​

"You have? I'm glad to hear. Do you know why I'm here?"

"To play a game with me?"​

"I'm sorry, Greg, but no. I'm here to ask you questions."

"Aw… More questions? But I'd rather play games."​

"I know and I'm sorry, Greg, but I promise to play a game with you after this, okay?"

"Okay! Normally I would be asking for a game for this sort of information, but since you're a wonderful person, Miss Alexandria, you can ask away!"​

"Okay. That's very nice of you, Greg. Now, first question. What is your friend, Tet?"

"He is a God from another world called Disboard. He plans on giving this world and others the power of the Pledges. How he wants to do this is to install the Spirit Circuits into the world's atmosphere and through them, he'll just make the Pledges into effect. *snaps* Just like that! Isn't that awesome! He'll be able to end all war!"​

"Mhm… So what are the Pledges? I keep hearing all about them."

"The Pledges are the rules that dictate how conflict is resolved through games. There used to be ten of them, but Tet soon realized that they were too simple to exploit. So he made them easier for the sake of this world and for me. Every request I am given must be settled through a game. It'd be easier to list them through."​

"Would you please?"

"Of course!

1. All murder, war, and robbery amongst and against the Exceed is forbidden.

2. All conflict will be resolved through games.

3. In games, each player will bet something that they agree is of equal value.

4. As long as it doesn't violate pledge three, anything may be bet, and any game may be played.

5. However the object to be bet must be in possession of the person betting it.

6. The challenged party has the right to decide the rules of the game.

7. The game of which the bets are made will have its difficulty equal to the difficulty of the requests made.

8. Any bets made in accordance with the pledges must be upheld.

9. Conflicts between groups will be conducted by designated representatives with absolute authority.

10. Players may use any and all possible abilities unless there are rules in place that broadly and explicitly say they are not allowed.

11. Being caught breaking and/or disobeying the rules during a game is grounds for an instant loss.

12. In the name of God, the previous rules may never be changed.

13. Let's all have fun and play together!

And that's all of them! I memorized them all to heart!"​

"That's… certainly interesting… Does Tet really have the power to enforce this onto the world?"

"Enforce? Um… No. Back then, Tet had the Pledges force people from breaking them. But now since people in this world would try to rebel against him for using his powers that seem similar to a Master's, he is giving people a choice. Either follow the Pledges or suffer the consequences. If anyone were to disobey the pledges, then… it depends on the severity of the crime before it happens. If one were to try to follow through with the crime, then the Pledges will restrain them until proper authorities find them. If anyone were to die on his watch, Tet would have less people to play games with. It would be tragic."​

"It's a fragile peace, isn't it?"

"Yes, but what else could he do without stepping on anyone's toes? This is the best he could do until he finds the two siblings again. They always have the right answers. Tet may be a God, but he still thinks like a human just like you and me."​

"Let's back up a bit. Back to the requests. So when I make a request for you to make the Endbringers disappear, can you do it?"

"Hmm… There's a variety of factors the request must meet. How difficult it is. If you are able to beat me in the game of similar difficulty. And if it follows the Pledges. In this case, it does. The Endbringers do not classify as an Exceed. They are not protected by the Pledges."​

"The Exceed?"

"The races qualified as sentient life. Only Imanity, or more commonly known as Humanity, is here. The Endbringers are not life. They are… something else entirely. So yes. I can defeat them, if provided you win against me."​

"I see… If you would excuse me for a moment."

"Of course, Miss Alexandria!"

===
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"Holy shit. What do we do?"

"Calm down, Armsmaster. Let me think."

"Between ending the God who's out there preparing to put a bunch of rule on us and killing the Endbringers, I'm pretty sure it's an easy choice."

"Both?"

"Why not? It's too good to be true!"

"Yes, it is. Have you called the rest of the Triumvirate? And all the Thinkers we have?"

"Way ahead of you. They'll be here soon."

"But the thing is… should we? They could be lying. Greg seems to be a sweet boy, but he's still suspicious."

"You're right… But you've seen what he can do. Sure I've only seen him make a whole building disappear, but I'm pretty sure that tells me that he can do a whole lot more. He said he gets his power from Tet, so that's gotta tell us something."

"Yeah… Okay. I know exactly what to do."

"Meeting?"

"Meeting. And I'm calling in a special favor."

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"Hello there, Greg."

"Salutations! I've never met you before, but I'm pleased to meet you!"​

"Oh the feeling's mutual. I've been told you love to play games."

"Oh yes! Very much so! Are you here to play with me? What's your name?"​

"Contessa. And that's all you need to know about me."

"Oh… Cool! So… I know this is rude, but… what's your request?
I actually don't think you're here to just play."​

"Smart boy. What I want is… for you to kill the Endbringers AND stop your master from enacting the Pledges on the Earth."

"Eh? Such a simple request? I expected something more complicated from you.
You look very smart, Miss Contessa."​

"Oh why thank you, Greg. But that's not all of my requests. I also wish for the quickest solution to kill Scion."

"Him? The golden man? That's easy. Tet and I can take care of him easy."​

"Perfect. Now… What is your wager, dear boy?"

"Hm… You're asking a lot out of me… So… I guess…"​

"The uninterrupted enactment of the Pledges on the Earth."​

"Tet?!"​

"You've certainly have the nerve, Miss Contessa. I've never met you and yet I have this unconditional feeling to hate you."​

"Are you Tet? It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Quit the smug act, Contessa. You know you're going to have a hard time winning against Greg and me. A lot is at stake here."​

"I should say the same to you, God of Play. But 2 on 1 isn't fair, is it?"

"*smirks* No, it's not. Who are you bringing in?"​

"I was waiting for you to say that. *high pitched whistle*"

"Whoa! Look at all these people that want to play with us, Tet! Hi, Miss Alexandria! Mister Armsmaster!"​

"Ho ho… You really think all of these thinkers and you are enough to beat the two of us?
Surely, you jest. I was expecting a challenge."​

"Oh and you'll get it, oh One True God."

"Contessa, don't taunt the God any more than necessary."

"Calm yourself, Alexandria. I know exactly what we're doing."

"Oh? The wagers are made, but the game has not been decided yet.
Are you feeling lucky, oh dear Contessa?"​

"Bring your worse, oh One True God."

"Would you do the honors, Greg? What's the game that you decided?"​

"Prosfair!"​

As if as one, the entirety of the Protectorate's thinkers repeated what the boy said, as if in confusion of what the game is. Some sounded worried while other sounded utterly befuddled.

"Prosfair?"​

"What is this 'Prosfair'?" Contessa asked as she told her Path of Victory of her new chances of winning.

The One True God was busy to himself maniacally cackling while floating in the air.

"Oh Greg, you sure know how to make a good time! For all of the uninformed, Prosfair was an interesting game that I discovered during my time searching for this world. Think of it like your world's version of three dimensional chess-"​

"Oh well that's not so bad. I'm a wiz at 3D chess." Contessa reassured everyone on her side.

"What's the worst that could happen?" Alexandria agreed. She admitted that she's quite proficient at chess also.

"-on what you Humans call Heroin, Crack, and Cocaine all at the same time! The rules constantly change based on time, skill, and difficulty!
In fact, here's the rule book!"​

The laughing God snapped his fingers and a massive tome slammed down on the table between the groups, making it collapse by bending its metal legs with an abrupt clang. A visible collective sweat drop can be seen on the Protectorate.

"That's volume one out of seventeen and counting!"​

The One True God of Play snapped once more and sixteen more books came into being around them. All of them were the same size as the first.

"You had to open your big mouth." Armsmaster whispered to a regretful Alexandria.

"That's… no problem. We still accept this turn of events." Contessa was wavering in her voice, but still confident in their chances of success.

"Do you want any rules to be included? Or just the regular Prosfair rules?"​

Greg innocently asked with a smile. It seemed as though he was hustling the whole world with that crisp black suit and hat of his.

"Holy shit! There's a billion rules in just one book!" A half of the video game crew, Uber, said. His partner in crime, Leet, gulped.

"It's alright everyone! I got this! Just give me about a year and a half to come up with a foolproof game plan!" Accord was unconvincingly yelling as he skimmed through a volume.

"Add. Pieces. Right. Subtract. Classes. Forward. Back. Promotions. Left. Platforms. Spheres!?" Number Man muttered to himself as he kept reading another volume. It seems he is at a loss in such a short time.

"Tattletale!? Skitter?!" Grue, Bitch, and Regent were desperately trying to revive their teammates in time for the match that can determine the fate of the whole human race.

"0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000-" Because of a special favor, Dinah Alcott was here to help, but was currently in the process in speaking an inestimable number of zeros in determining the percentage of success of this game and it wouldn't be until the start of the game that she would snap out of it and assist.

While being here under his own plans, Coil fainted as he just used his power to look ahead into a future where the game was underway. "Wrong move. Wrong move…" was all he could mutter. As with the Undersiders and Dinah, he would revive by the time the game starts.

Contessa was witnessing the chaos behind her as all the thinkers were just agape and conflicted at the rules of the game. An audible gulp can be heard from her throat. She looked back to see Tet and Greg grinning like madmen.

"Well?"​

Both of the challenged called to attention.

"I think… we'll play with a handicap." Contessa swallowed her pride as she said so.

"Hmm… Normally without one, it would take 1000 hours to even come to a draw. But with one… 100 hours and that's just being nice."​

"That's… fine." Contessa nodded, then leaned back to Alexandria with a bright smile. "Get. Every. Single. Tinker. Here. Build. A. Deep Blue. For. Prosfair. NOW." She gritted through her smile.

Alexandria nodded and dragged a compliant Armsmaster out. Contessa looked back to a considering Tet.

"I guess we can allow outside help too. Right, Greg?"​

"Price! Increased difficulty equal to 200 more hours of Prosfair in order for a draw!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE!"
​

All of the Thinkers in the room exploded in frustration at the smiling boy before going back to tear through the Prosfair books in hopes of understanding in time.

"That's… fair." Contessa was quickly losing her patience and her smile. And now for the moment they've all been waiting for. "Are you ready?" She said with focused delirium.

"We've been waiting for you. Now as per the rules of the Pledges, at the beginning of every match, you must raise your right hand and say 'I swear by the Pledges', or the shorter version 'Aschente!'."​

Everyone in the room collectively raised their right hand. And in that moment, the tome crushed table warped into a wooden table with an ovular checkered pattern printing on the top and four circles with 5x5 checkered patterns at the corners. A monster with innumerable arms and hands emerged from the side of the table and place all the necessary pieces in one go. The board was set. And then the room shifted and twisted until its walls were leaking sand and the ceiling was emitting an ethereal light. The groans of the Thinkers in the room can be heard in hesitance.

"Are you ready!?"​

This was it, Contessa thought. A challenge that equaled to the solution to all of the Earths' problems. With this, Humanity will finally be free of the Endbringers' and Scions wrath. All it takes now is the cunning and endurance of all the Thinkers and Tinkers in the world against a One True God and his Champion of Play.

The atmosphere was full of suspense and it was all released with the utter of one word.

"Aschente!"​

 

[sleepyforest]

What is love? This is love.

 

[Rooster]

Oh my god!

Wait.

Is that it? It can't be it!

No! I want more!

 

[Emerald Oracle]

Welp. There's going to be some serious Thinker Headaches going on in the near future. Though, I'd think Greg's been signally altered by Tet to get this far.
...Probably...

 

[SunsetStar]

This is great, hilarious, and perfectly in character. Well, I assume it's IC for Greg after he was given Messiah of Games status, but eh, who cares!? Shame we won't get to see what actually happens, but I assume it's not even going to be a contest. rofl::lol

 

[openbookworm]

This... It's an interesting premise, but from the first reading I have to say that it doesn't sound like Armsmaster at all. The inner monologue was jarring the informal tone and rhetorical questions seem to come from someone much less serious and easily distracted than Armsmaster is shown to be. If you were writing from his viewpoint, both as a tinker and a team leader in the dangerous situation of advancing into a supposed tinker's lair, his internal thoughts should read to be far more cautious and analytical than it is. For example, the joking that he should get on their good side or that it is "such a shame" that the Protectorate would have to confiscate the gold does not make it seem as if he is ready for a potential fight at all.

I would suggest either changing this supposed viewpoint to that of someone else or write the whole thing in third person narrative where the observation of Armsmaster's surroundings would come from you instead.. Assault would be a better fit for this, as in his interlude he is shown to be able to keep up a cheerful demeanor even in the middle of a fight and is irreverent about life as a whole.

If you don't like criticism feel free to ignore this. It's only my opinion after all and it shouldn't matter to those who do enjoy the one shot.

 

[Grosstoad]

Eh... Not sure, Armsmaster and various others are kind of OOC. Most of them speak and think like adolescents, in fact.

Why aren't the Cauldron members immediately suspicious of beings who claimed omnipotence?

 

[Generalissimo]

Why aren't the Cauldron members immediately suspicious of beings who claimed omnipotence?

Click to shrink...

Tet is confirmed as the fourth entity

 

[Biigoh]

To be honest Armsmaster is extremely out of character.

Also... Alexandra and Cauldron... Just what?

 

[TearfulDevil]

Mildly amusing, but most characters seem to be a bit to, well, jovial and accepting of this.

 

[Pai]

Now im very curious as to where the bro and sis got off to..

Edit: Damn it.. now im rewatching nolife

 

[Schwep]

3. In games, each player will bet something that they agree is of equal value.

Click to shrink...

If they win the Protectorate gains: the destruction of the Endbringers and Tet wouldn't enact the pacts. If they lose? Where's the bet?

 

[aattss]

If they win the Protectorate gains: the destruction of the Endbringers and Tet wouldn't enact the pacts. If they lose? Where's the bet?

Click to shrink...

I think it's if they win, the Endbringers and whatnot are destroyed, but if they lose, the pacts are no longer optional. Or maybe the Protectorate/Cauldron won't do anything to stop the pacts.

 

[Schwep]

I think it's if they win, the Endbringers and whatnot are destroyed, but if they lose, the pacts are no longer optional. Or maybe the Protectorate/Cauldron won't do anything to stop the pacts.

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So if they lose they aren't going to try fighting the pacts?

1) That wasn't explicitly stated. Which kind of fits in with No Game, No Life where a lot of the "rules" seemed to be vague or inferred.

2) How is that equal? They wouldn't be able to stop or even put up a relevant defense to the pacts in the first place. If the Protectorate loses they lose nothing and Greg/Tet gain nothing. If they win Greg/Tet lose the pacts and the Protectorate beat the Endbringers.

There really doesn't seem to be a wager here.

 

[Selonianth]

I'll be honest. I didn't even get most of the way through this before I just sighed and skipped down here to give my 2 cents.

The people are massively out of character, the idea of slapping Simurgh level quarantine on a building because a Shaker built it in 3 seconds is absurd beyond belief, and then honestly having Greg be dubbed on par with Blank is just... Wrong.

 

[Silver W. King]

What is love? This is love.

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Baby don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me~
No more~

So for the love of god, give me another chapter to show us the game and one more for the conclusion, please!

 

[OmegaCloud]

Eh... Not sure, Armsmaster and various others are kind of OOC. Most of them speak and think like adolescents, in fact.
Why aren't the Cauldron members immediately suspicious of beings who claimed omnipotence?

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I agree, but since this is just an one-shot I don't think there is a problem.

 

[Keflyn]

Yeah I read this and thought... Contessa you idiot, your passengers are not part of you, and you didn't include them as part of your team.

 

[Wyxlan]

I hope the next chapter has The Slaughterhouse Nine going against [Blank].

 

[Orez Lanrete]

OH damn, goddamn Prosfair? Where's Blank when you need them?