Flipping the chessboard.

John was starting to panic, even with Gamer's spirit active, or was it even still working?

Every active skill or power was out of reach and he began to suspect that the fact he could only see the name of the automaton could be an effect of this debuff. He could access his character sheet and inventory, but couldn't change anything in them, not even to move stuff around. The machine girl was looking at him with intensity. It was hard to say with her glass eyes glowing with red light, but it seemed that her sight was on his groin. This possibility was both creeping him out and keeping him hard.

"Who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?" he asked, deciding that an assertive attitude was warranted. In his condition he could die at any point, but wouldn't do so cowering and sobbing.

The mechanical girl did not say a word, she moved forward getting really close to John. Her movement was achieved by gliding an inch over the floor rather than taking steps. A cold, but really smooth metallic finger touched his chest, running on his new muscles. He had gained muscle density rather than mass, he really followed the trope of a video game rogue, putting points in strength didn't give him bulging muscles.

Her hand was going down, moving closer and closer to his erect member, which seemed to be the center of her attention.

Suddenly a loud creaking sound broke the silence in the room. The huge metal door facing John opened and a woman wearing a black, rune covered, silk robe entered.

"Oriana! What are you doing here? I told you to stay in your room," said the woman, her voice was familiar to John.

The automaton, hanging her head in shame scurried away, exiting the room in one slide. Once again John vainly tried to hide his erection, denied from this last bit of modesty by the chains holding him.

"Oh, don't bother with that on my account, young man. I have no interest for your little thing," she said, it pained John a little to have it called small even now with its enhancements. But the way she talked betrayed her identity. John wouldn't have recognized her, wearing this loose robe ending at her knee, showing some cleavage and somehow staying closed against all laws of physics despite the lack of a belt. Her hair darker than it used to be were let down rather than in a tight bun. His history teacher looked a good 20 years younger than she usually did.

"Mrs Wentworth? Why did you take me here?" he asked her. He had been on cordial terms with her despite his pact with the order and had done little that he felt could warrant her ire.

"Not quite as smart as you would like to believe yourself. I thought I had been clear with you, but you were too focused on the thing between your legs to ask what it entailed," she replied.

"What have I done? I didn't do anything in relation to you!"

"I said I would ignore your little games as long as you didn't interfere with my own. Sadly for you, you decided to play with my pawns and flip the chessboard in the process."

"I still don't have any idea what you're talking about. I didn't do anything linked to you that... Wait!"

"Oh, have you figured it out? It was in your school file, very good on surprise tests and timed exercises."

"Oh fuck!"

"Language!" she said, throwing a small jolt of energy his way, it didn't do any damage but was really painful.

"It's about Vanessa? Because her dad owns half of the company your husband..."

"So you did some research, go on!"

"It's false, you are one of them. You created this company, you use other business men as a front to keep in control and hide your age. You are one of the Ricardo sisters, daughter of the Scarlet Witch of Valencia. How could I miss it? The oldest and lamest trick, the Alucard thing. Odracir is just Ricardo in reverse..."

His teacher began to clap her hands slowly, like she sometimes did for good work in her classroom. "Congratulations, you found more about me in one week than the Order in years. You were always one of my most talented students. A shame that I will have to destroy you,"

"But I don't get it, I just messed with the brat, how does it impact you? It's her dad who owns the shares, not her,"

"Her mother holds the father on a tight leash and I say that more than figuratively. And the only thing that she cares about is her daughter. The little pest was so humiliated by your little prank that they both moved to Chicago over the weekend. Without his dear wife to hold his hand little Winston might decide to actually do his job and take decisions for the company. The man is a buffoon, I won't let him ruin five centuries of business dealings because of a crying brat,"

"I don't get it, Vanessa had no powers and she didn't know about this world, she would have reacted differently. And seriously, the bitch deserved every bit of it and more. What do you want me to do? I won't apologize for doing it!" he replied, defiant.

"Oh cut it with the grandstanding, is it about the dead girl? You have to move on. I needed clean pawns without any links to the Abyss. I don't care about apologies. I had a pay a fortune a specialist to make most people forget what happened, they will only remember her being sick and going home. Getting rid of the online footage was even worse, but we managed it. Now tell me what in the seven hells you did to her body, no dispell or curse removal were able to get her to her normal state and the usual fixes couldn't get rid of her parasites," she explained. "How did you do it?"

"I use biomancy, not alteration. When I change someone you can't undo it with a spell, you have to change it back the same way. For the kids it was a magic ring, I have no idea how to undo it. What did you mean about a dead girl?"

"Wasn't it what you were riled about? It was linked to you right? The girl they made kill herself. Anyway, you will fix this mess or you will be very sorry. You have things you care about now, a girlfriend whose heart would be broken if she knew some things about you, your dear mother, your pets," she warned him. John's mind rushed to Anna and his mom who knew nothing of the Abyss and were defenseless against it. Of course the simple knowledge of his other partners presented in a bad way could instantly ruin his first relationship with a girl that had captured his heart (or a part of it).

"If it is what it takes, I'll undo the changes I made to her. BUT WHAT GIRL KILLED HERSELF?" he shouted. His embarrassment about his nakedness and fears about the situation were gone, he only cared about the horrible truth behind his teacher next sentence.

"You know exactly what I mean. The girl is almost a psychopath, she takes from her mother. Laetitia didn't move town after her date with Frank's friend, she hung herself. Give me this ring you used and I'll send you to Chicago during the day for you to fix your mistakes. I think you know to avoid doing anything stupid, well even more stupid than what led you here. You really don't want want to get on my bad side," she ended the conversation.

John was feeling different. He could act upon his inventory, even if the other powers were still blocked. He could try to use his gem to flee, but it would probably fail and if it worked would leave his girlfriend and family at risk.

His first crush, who Vanessa ruined just before he could ask her out had not been pushed to move away... Vanessa had pushed her to suicide after getting her ****... And he couldn't risk getting back at her, worse he would have to undo what he had done to her already...

John got the Trash Litter Ring out of his inventory and it flew from his hand into hers. She began mumbling in an ancient language and suddenly the ring exploded in a puff of smoke, some of which condensed back into a pill.

"It should break the effects it had on her. Have her take it when you fix her," she said, sending him the pill that he managed to put in his inventory.

"But I can't do it, she will recognize me!" he retorted.

"You're very inventive, you'll think of something. And remember to hold your tongue about what you learned, or else!"

The world flashed again and John found himself kneeling naked on the asphalt, in the middle of a street. He was facing a sexy redhead wearing a school uniform mounted on a huge motorcycle, handing him a bath towel.