The Gamer: Reborn

"STOP!" a mere second after closing his eyes, John opened them again in surprise. The first thing he saw was Naomie, her face a grimace between a smile and agony. Her eyes were closed as well. Was she not willing to even look at him while killing him?

"Please... This isn't what I wanted." John turned his head and saw Paw walk towards them, the metal box open behind her. "You kept your word and freed me from my contract, I am grateful for that, but you did it all wrong! Just look at him!" She gestured at John who was uncertain if he should take that as an insult or not.

"So you forgive him?" Naomie asked. Was that relief in her voice?

"Fuck no! But newsflash, just because you don't forgive someone, doesn't mean you want to see him beaten 'till he gets suicidal and then dies. That's called common sense and all of you here really need some more of that. Breaking someone's mind is never the right answer. What's wrong with you all here?" John smiled. After forcing her silent and accepting of her treatment, he had almost forgotten about the energy that Paw had when she scolded someone. He had seen a first glimpse of it back then on the bus, but this was about to become something more.

John stood up proper and tried to walk towards her but his broken bones and bruises stopped him. He may not feel the pain anymore but whenever he moved it was a bit of a flashback to it. He didn't care. Slowly he pulled himself towards Paw, who by now looked at him confused and angry.

"And you, what the hell was that supposed to be? Sacrifice yourself like a martyr? Well, that only works if you take the sins of others onto yourself. You only fucked up on your own so that... Hey!" she exclaimed an only verbal protest as John hugged her. Or to be more precise, he fell on her as his strength left him while laying his arms around her. "You... Fine. You may rest now, but I am not done with you, yet," She mumbled while holding the **** John in her arms.

John was laying on something soft. Had he been transported? Or maybe he died and this was heaven? A bit too cold for hell...

"I'm sorry, but that is impossible." This was... Henrietta's voice.

"And how the heck is that fair?" And she was talking to Paw.

"Fine, to be totally honest, it's not only about you. Or at all about you. Please understand how this works. We are keeping our families in safe locations, because they would be in danger just by being related to us. You can't just go back to your normal life," Henrietta tried to explain, but apparently to no avail.

"Well then get my family safe, too. And send me to them. I don't mind being a spoiled princess for once and get my life paid by you for what I endured." Paw was clearly talking against a wall here.

"I'm really sorry, what happened to you should never have happened to anyone, ever. But what you suggested won't be possible. Our family is saved by two things. First, our protection and the secrecy we grant them. Second, common sense. It just isn't worth risking to attack them and lose men in the attempt, because none of them even know where we are, what we do and what our plans are. They would make good hostages at most. And that is what keeps them safe, but you know all that. You can't leave anymore. But we will protect you. I promise."

John tried to swallow but his throat was so dry it hurt. How long had he been out for this to happen?

"Since when do you two talk so much?" he asked but all that came out was a hard to understand sound that resembled a fork scratching a chalkboard.

Paw spun around and walked next to the bed he was laying on. "Morning, sleeping ugly. Well, as it turns out, if you are **** by some bullshit magic soul contract to shut up for a long time, you really appreciate it once you can talk again." John nodded.

"Paw... I'm sorry. I was a fool for beluuhvnn-" She pressed her hand on his mouth.

"Shhh, don't care. I don't give a damn about your words. Since, apparently, I have to stick around here, we will make the best out of it. You will show me. If you are sorry about what you did, then you will be better now. And if you don't..." She reached down and grabbed his balls, "I will make you rethink your actions," she pressed. John gulped. It didn't hurt but it got the message across. "Now let's make a bet again," she stated right after releasing him from her grip.

"A... bet? You mean a contract? Like we had before? Why would you..." John stopped himself, by now certain not to end his sentences anyway, given that the Interupter 3k Henrietta was around. But she didn't. Paw answered instead.

"Not the same one obviously. Last time we made a bet and you won it, even though you cheated." Henrietta's smile was so bright, John had a hard time not seeing how she reaffirmed her believe, that she would have won the game against him, if he hadn't used his skills on her. The fact that she did the same seemed not worth mentioning in her thoughts.

"Everything we stated as a price of the bet happened. So we will make a new one. But this time I will make the bet for you." John wanted to tell her that it's not going to work like that or how it was a stupid idea, but he reconsidered.

"My powers changed. I make contracts now and no more bets. Just state what you want, then I do the same. If we both agree on it, I will make it binding. I will start. I will get some powers from the contract. You will feel slightly weaker from it. It won't be much. I especially state hereby that the default line of you dying in the case of my **** is removed from the contract. I ask of only one more thing in return of you. Tell me when I am about to fuck up again. Can you do that?" She frowned.

"Don't worry, I will. And speaking of which... I want you to put in this contract that you will fall **** instantly if you ever harm someone innocent, enslave someone or **** someone to do something against their will again. And once you wake up you will have to apologize to them." John was about to agree to this. He sure had done some bad things in the past days but that was out of a reason. For him, he was the main character in a video game. Everyone else was a side character or NPC. Those people always did what the MC wanted in the end or died opposing him. However, now that he knew this all to be real and not only a super real looking game he got pulled into, he had no intentions of doing any of that ever again anyways.

Henrietta however thought differently. "No! We will deal with the abyss. The darkest parts of it even. We most likely will be **** to kill, **** and partake in even worse things than you could imagine. Sorry but if you make that kind of contract, you are as good as dead. I understand the motive behind it but why don't we find a better solution? How about John has to confess all those 'crimes' to you, Paw, once a week. And you get to judge him for it. At least he wouldn't die on the spot then." After a short pause, Paw agreed.

"Alright, but I want one more thing. You keep me safe, John. You said the default is that I die if you die? I want the opposite. If you fail to protect me, and I die, then you die as well! Also I want to be able to cancel out of this at any time I want."

Henrietta chimed in and was about to unleash another tirade about why this wouldn't work, but John was done with arguing.

"I agree." The moment the contract was sealed again, this time heavily in paws favour instead, John felt something. He had heard stories about phantom pain, but this was different yet similar. The place he had felt ripping apart when he canceled the contracts was again touched. His hope of it being healed, however, was void. It rather felt as if someone stuffed a ball into the shape of a square. It worked, somehow, but it wasn't meant to be this way.

John breathed heavily. "It worked," was all he said about it. Once it was settled he got up proper and left the two girls alone with an apology. There were still two more people to apologize to for what he had done. No. Even more, if he counted those girls he had gotten **** just so he might fuck them later.

First he found Ashthyn. The elf was patient and listened to John explaining everything. Once he was done, John felt taken aback quite a bit as he, too, demanded a new contract. Unlike Paw however, he didn't feel any need to change the content of their contract.

"I sure would have been pleased by the gained knowledge in advance, yet does it prove your righteous soul worthy once more that in the face of greatest despair you have saved us from the shared fate. As you stand before me now, I will be euphoric to reenact the pact we have once held, if you please would be willing to take me in once more." John sighed. Sure it was a good thing to know that he hadn't fucked up that bad with Ashthyn... But the implication that he screwed over all girls he met and treated the guys good, apparently, made him despise his actions anew.

He reformed the contract with Ashthyn, although he changed it so he would not be life linked to him anymore. Fearing protest, he didn't tell the elf about the change.

The last one to come was Layklé and he was almost scared of meeting her. According to Nadine, whom he had met in the front hall, she was currently in the dining room with the Hero Maker. John was torn apart mentally by the conflict. On the one hand, he was willing to make up for the horrible situation he had **** her into. Now that he knew those realms to be real too, he must have ripped her life apart. Not only that but he knew she had a sister. And he pulled them apart.

On the other hand, she was being a succubus and dangerous. She had killed already, even though he guided her hand in it, it was still her doing it. Giving her freedom was out of the question. Either he would return her to her realm or keep a leash on her oh so teasing body.

As he entered the room, he thought himself prepared for what he was to face. He was wrong. The scene in front of him was as surreal as it got. The tables had been pushed aside and Layklé was hanging mid-air, tied at her hands and feet with rope, stabilising her. Next to her was the Hero Maker and he currently had his fingers inside of her. However, most likely not the way Layklé would hope for. His right index and middle finger were thrust inside her chest, right where her heart would be. Her eyes looked faint and were blinking slowly. A short glimpse with observe revealed her situation to him.

She was at 3 HP and currently ticking down. "What the hell is going on here?" John burst out, resulting in a surprised Hero Maker. He turned around and smiled widely while pulling his fingers out.

"John. Glad to see you are feeling better. Me and Layklé were just experimenting. She is a fascinating creature, you know that?" This was giving John a serous case of the creeps... Or at least it would have, had he not seen the Hero Maker flick against her nipples while speaking. Sure the act itself was nothing to calm him, but the fact that Layklé's HP jumped back at full was. Even more so, she gained a level up from it, so she was now... Wait...

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Level freaking 24? And the other changes, too! What the fuck WAS going on here? "Oh John!" Layklé shouted in glee. "This is wonderful, just look!" She wanted to show him something and wiggled, but whatever it was, the bondage prevented her from doing so. "Ehm... could you... it's on my back." John slowly walked around her and looked. Then he saw it. Wings. Leathery Wings, barely as long as his hand and not wider as it, too, but clearly wings. "I am a divine succubus now. Isn't this awesome?" What? Divine as in godly? How the...

"Okay... Come down please and explain to me what happened. I am really lost." She giggled and fell on her feet as the Hero Maker complied to John's request and cut the rope.