[Mission Complete!]
[S-Rank rewards will now be distributed between Group Chat Members]
[Please standby for processing]
As Victor ran through the alleys of night city, he took notice of the systems notification. It's been an hour since he defeated Muzan and along with his pending rewards he obtained a weapon of his own made from the soul of Muzan.
It was a pair of white gloves that radiated cosmic energy, he honestly didn't know how he obtained them but he was sure that this was something similar to how Dante gained his weapons. The only problem was he was sure that Muzan wasn't happy about being a weapon yet here he was.
[Star-Gloves]
These pair of white slick gloves are made with the cosmic energy from the original ability of America Chavez that the creature known as 'Muzan' obtained, these gloves give the ability the user to open rifts and fissures across space albeit at the cost of ones energy in the shape of stars.
Unfortunately for Victor he was essentially running fumes as his clashed with Muzan essentially rendered him 'Tired', in human terms he was still fit enough to run a 10km marathon twice, but in demon terms he would probably have a hard time fighting against demons that had the strength to carry a semi-truck.
"Why the hell am In cyberpunk!"
Due to the recent events Victor was running from not only the police but Arasaka soldiers he had apparently accidentally killed Damn Smasher while he and Muzan crashed into him.
"Halt criminal!"
Ratatatatat!
Despite saying Halt he was fired with a hail of bullets that seemed to twist and turn it hot him in his vital areas like his spine and lungs.
"Damn future bullshit smart bullets!"
Victor twisted sharply and dove into a narrow alley as smart rounds screamed past his ears. He slammed his back against a wall sucking in a breath that sounded more like a wheeze.
His lungs were still recovering from the earlier hits and every step felt like dragging cinderblocks.
"Of course I end up in Cyberpunk" he muttered
"Of all the universes, why couldn't it be something like Bluey or Max and Ruby!"
He dashed across a fire escape then vaulted over a chain-link fence that screamed in protest. Police drones buzzed overhead painting red circles across the walls with their searchlights.
Victor skidded on a rain-slick surface nearly lost his footing then rebounded off a dumpster and darted into another side street. Neon signs flickered above one of them reading WELCOME TO SANTO DOMINGO like it was some kind of punchline.
"This place smells like oil and failure"
Bullets chased him down the alley ricocheting off pipes and steel walls. He dipped into another turn then ducked through a broken chain gate pushing himself deeper into the industrial zone. Every movement was costing him. Even with enhanced stamina his muscles felt like they were about to tear apart.
He spotted a stack of dumpsters and a half crushed metal bin. He had no time to be picky.
With a grunt Victor yanked the lid open and slipped inside grimacing as something slimy squelched beneath him. He winced pulled the lid over and held his breath.
Heavy footsteps passed by.
Arasaka voices.
"Spread out that impact site was no ordinary collision he's still alive"
"Thermal scan says someone's hiding in this sector"
"Get Smasher's backup core if he's really dead HQ's gonna lose their mind"
Victor closed his eyes. The Star-Gloves still pulsed faintly in the dark cosmic energy laced through every nerve in his hand. He gritted his teeth and tapped the side of one glove.
He just needed to hold out a little longer
Just until they actually worked and he gets his reward
Then he'd punch a star-shaped hole through this city and get the hell out
Maybe
[Dimensions May Die]
The anime really disappointed me, they heavily changed Mary's (Lady) attitude like goddamm especially with the over the top cursing lmao-
[Dimensions May Die]
[Group Chat Inactive]
"This is some bullshit!"
After a few hours the Arasaka grunts and Police finally gave up their search and now he was huddled in the corner of the alley out of the trash trying his best to contact every other member of the Group Chat.
But despite the constant attempts he still couldn't contact them, but at least he was able to get his rewards they were useful.
[Eternal Flame of the first son of Sparda]
This gives the user the ability to use the flame of Sparda's oldest son(by a few minutes)Vergil, enhancing not only his physiology but also his Soul.
[Imperial Beskar Bars]
A crate filled with at least twelve ingots of Imperial Marked Beskar, a steel with a high tolerance for heat and damage.
[Bonus Reward]
'Removable' Militech Apogee Sandevistan Model DAVID.
A heavily altered enhanced version of the Sandevistan used by the Edge runner David Martinez, with the ability to manually insert the Sandevistan via the System.
Effects
Time is slowed down by 85% for everyone but the user.
Increases Headshot Damage Multiplier, Crit Chance, and Crit Damage by 20%.
Neutralizing an enemy when this Sandevistan is active gives:
10% extended duration
22% Stamina
Cool down [5 Seconds]
[In depth explanation of the Apogee]
It works by accelerating neural processing, making the user perceive time as moving slower while they react with superhuman quickness. Physical movement is boosted through rapid signal transmission and enhanced muscle control, allowing for high-speed combat maneuvers.
Advanced models like the Apogee include motion prediction and pain suppression, improving both reaction and endurance. The system integrates directly with the nervous system for seamless control but can only be used in short bursts due to extreme physical strain.
"I can understand the first and second one but do I really need the third?"
Victor for all purposes didn't need the Sandevistan but the more he thought about it the more he realized busted it would be, as he wasn't a normal human.
"Wait so if I'm reading this right it basically boost my reaction time, ok yeah equip this."
[Neuro Link Unavailable]
"Nevermind then, sell it for shop points."
[2000 Points Given]
"Not bad, I can actually buy something better than Sandevistan with that."
Turning away from the interface he tried to access the Group Chat but instead he was met with an error.
[Current Universe is out of reach with the remaining cosmic energy]
"The hell is cosmic energy!?"
[Cosmic Energy is the Energy used by the system to allow other users to travel between dimensions it recharges as the user finishes the main quest of said world given by the system, the users current location is far from the category given to him]
"So how the hell am I gonna get home?"
[The user will need to travel to Universes close to their original category, Two universes will be sufficient.]
"Oh so Its like driving, I'm basically stopping by other universes like their gas stations."
[Affirmative]
"Alright, let's get going then!"
Right after Victor said those words a rift opened under him and gone was Night City and now he was falling towards the direction of what he could only tell was a space ship in a burning world.
"What the hell!?"
Bracing for impact Victor crossed his arms, and like a javelin he rammed thought the space ship crashing through the hull and slamming towards what seemed to be a pod.
PUUCHI!-
Unbeknownst to Victor he had accidentally killed someone and not just anyone but the person destined to save this world.
[Dimensions May Die]
If you're a DnD fan you'll probably know what world he's in now.
[Dimensions May Die]
POV Victor
This was the third time I've fallen from the sky, was God really playing a game of drop the demon halfing with me?
I patted myself removing the gunk and blood on my clothes which I noticed we're burnt and almost destroyed after my fight with Muzan, grabbing my normal clothes from my inventory was the best bet as at this point I didn't care about blending in anymore.
Looking around I noticed how everything was familiar, too familiar. As I was about to do something I felt a presence behind me and saw a race that I was familiar with.
Not because I've seen them back home but I've seen this exact person from my PC's screen multiple times, it was the Githyanki Laezel.
"Just great...."
Wait did that mean the gunk and intestines all over me was the Tav!?
[Missions acquired]
You have arrived in the World DND1363 also known as Baldur's Gate 3, your task is to fill the role of the Protagonist!.
Main Mission:
Defeat the NetherBrain
Submissions will give the user rewards depending on their impact to the world.
"You!"
Before I could even reply she clenched her head pain, while I on the other hand felt something trying to breach my mind.
'I guess now having a tadpole means I'm not gonna turn into a mind flayer, well since I'm in a fantasy world might as well use some bullshit and titles.'
Clearing my throat I raised my hands as a way to at least lower her guard.
"I am the Cambion Knight Victor Sparda, I've come to rescue those that we're taken by the Thrall and put an end to their Voyage."
I saw her tense up again probably confused why I didn't look like other Cambions but before could say anything her attention was suddenly on the three Imps behind her looking at us with anger, mostly more on her as I could they were sensing the danger I had on me.
'Time to play Hero and hope for the best.'
Materializing Mirage Edge was pretty easy unlike other times, I guess whatever I got from the dear old dad is helping already.
"Stand aside I'll handle this."
Without waiting for her to reply I dashed towards an imp slicing it in half, I then turned to another one that tried to fire it's crossbow towards me but I snapped my fingers and inferno flames fired at the it causing him to turn to ashes.
I turned to the last one that was shaking and fear before it started bowing on the ground muttering about forgiving it for it's insolence.
"Begone Worm."
Not gonna lie acting like this was fun and right now I was practically a one man army so I'm pretty sure the only things that's a threat to me are other devil's or beings that could be classified as above level 15.
'Gotta be careful, I can't be cocky in a world like this.'
Turning around I saw Laezal looking at me with actual awe this time she sheathed her sword and placed her fix on her heart like some salute. There was still suspicion in her eyes, but it was layered beneath something else now, recognition.
"You are no thrall," she said sharply. "No ordinary warrior either. The flames, the sword your strength is unnatural. Vlaakith must have placed you here for a reason. Perhaps you are meant to strike down the mind flayers beside me."
Victor tried not to smirk. Getting respect from someone like her this early? Not bad. He gave a small nod in return.
Before he could speak, the ship shook violently. Sparks rained from the ceiling, and a deep, alien roar echoed from somewhere far down the corridor.
"Come," Lae'zel snapped. "We must reach the helm and escape before this ship crashes into Avernus."
The Nautiloid groaned again, the ship trembling as it dipped closer toward the hellish sky outside. Alarms wailed, though whether mechanical or psychic, Victor couldn't tell anymore.
As he and Lae'zel climbed the roots of the ship the doors opened and then he stopped.
There, toward the far northeastern side of the room, was a Mind Flayer pod. Unlike the others, this one pulsed with intense energy, and within it floated a woman dark-haired, pale-skinned, and clearly not unconscious. Her hands were slamming against the translucent barrier, her expression filled with anger and desperation.
Lae'zel caught up to him and sneered at the sight.
"Another prisoner. She is infected, useless."
Victor didn't answer. He stepped toward the pod, feeling the Star-Gloves pulse faintly as they reacted to the twisted arcane field locking it shut. He knew what this was. He'd seen this in playthroughs. The "get the rune or pass a check" moment.
But he wasn't some level 1 bard.
He pressed a hand against the barrier. Shadowheart stared back, mouthing something he couldn't hear well Lae'zel couldn't be he could. Her fists struck the inside of the glass again and again. It was hard not to admire her spirit. Most people gave up when trapped in something like this.
Victor planted his feet.
No rune. No magic. No check.
Just force.
With a quiet growl, he clenched both hands and dug his fingers into the edges of the pod. The material groaned, resisting him. Alien magic sparked against his skin, but the Star-Gloves flared in defiance, absorbing the backlash as Victor pulled.
The ship shook again violently this time but he didn't stop.
With one final grunt, Victor tore the pod open. The barrier split with a shriek, releasing a burst of gas and liquid. Shadowheart collapsed forward into his arms, coughing violently.
Lae'zel stared, her eyes wide. "You... ripped it open? That wasn't even possible!"
Shadowheart looked up at him through strands of soaked hair. Her voice was hoarse, but full of life.
"I don't know who you are," she said, catching her breath, "but I'm starting to believe in divine intervention."
Victor gently lowered her to the floor and stepped back, shaking off the steam from his gloves.
"Victor. I don't like waiting, and I don't do fetch quests."
She blinked. "Well... Shadowheart. And I suppose I owe you."
Lae'zel rolled her eyes. "Tch. More delays. The helm won't wait for us."
Victor reached down, offered Shadowheart a hand, and smirked.
"Let's finish this before we're squid food."
The deeper they pressed into the dying Nautiloid, the more the ship screamed—metal and flesh tearing in unison, as if reality itself resented its existence. The corridor split open into a vast chamber the Helm.
Victor stepped inside first, and the heat hit him immediately hellish, dry, wrong. The chamber smelled of ash, scorched ichor, and something... infernal. All around, the floor was littered with corpses Mind Flayers, imps, and unfortunate thralls alike. But the real battle was happening dead center.
A cambion, towering and brutal, swung a great flaming sword in savage arcs at a Mind Flayer. The creature dodged and retaliated with psychic lashes, neither combatant giving an inch. The sword, however, caught Victor's eye immediately.
The Everburn Blade.
It was massive. Blackened steel, burning red-hot with hellfire, leaving gashes in the air itself when swung. And he honestly wanted it just because it looked coo and he wondered if he could use his inferno to power it.
Lae'zel hissed as she stepped up beside him. "The helm is near. The transponder is our escape but that demon blocks the path."
Victor's eyes didn't move from the sword. "Then we move him."
They didn't go unnoticed. A pair of lesser imps near the transponder snarled and fluttered up into the air, followed by a squat, steaming mass of muscle a lesser hellsboar scraping its hooves and charging toward them.
Victor surged forward, Mirage Edge in hand. He cleaved through one imp with a burst of flame and vaulted over the boar's charge, landing near the battle between the cambion and the Mind Flayer.
Zhalk didn't even glance at him still fully engaged with the Flayer.
Victor grinned. "Perfect."
The Mind Flayer flicked its gaze toward him. "Remain back, thrall. This foe is mine."
"Yeah,That's not gonna work for me."
From behind, Shadowheart cast a protective ward over him while Lae'zel tackled the other imp, snapping its wing in midair with her blade. Victor used the chaos to flank the cambion.
He didn't hesitate.
His hand lit with his Inferno's Flame, Vergil's power roaring through his soul. He slammed a burning punch into Zhalk's side. The cambion howled and turned, finally acknowledging Victor with a hate filled glare.
"Oh, now you care," Victor muttered.
Zhalk swung, the Everburn Blade carving an arc of hellfire. Victor ducked low, the heat scalding his shoulder, and answered with a rising slash from Mirage Edge. Sparks flew as the two weapons collided, the pressure sending both men skidding back.
"Cleric!" Victor barked. "If you've got anything to mess with minds, now's the time!"
Shadowheart's eyes narrowed. She began thinking of something and called out a single word
"Drop."
The Command spell slammed into Zhalk's mind like a hammer. For one moment, he faltered.
And dropped the blade.
Victor moved.
In a blink, he dashed forward, snatched the sword mid-air, and spun, using its own momentum to cleave the hellsboar approaching from behind clean in half.
He turned back toward Zhalk, now charging barehanded.
"I'll give this back... never."
A roar echoed through the chamber as two more cambions crashed in through the eastern corridor, wings spread, blades drawn
"Lae'zel!"
"Already on it."
She had found a stack of cartilaginous crates and was dragging them across the hallway entrance with a speed born of desperation and hate. The path clogged, the two new cambions flailed, hacking at the organic debris blocking their way.
Victor raised the Everburn Blade high, fire coursing up his arm. "Let's clean up."
The battle raged. He, Lae'zel, and Shadowheart fought like a machine of blood and flame cutting through the imps and avoiding the Mind Flayer's errant psychic bursts. As the last lesser demon fell, the Flayer turned toward them.
"You are no longer required"
it hissed and lunged.
Victor saw it coming.
"Not today, calamari."
He dropped into a slide, dragging the Everburn Blade across the floor before swinging upward, carving a streak of molten ruin into the creature's torso. Shadowheart hurled a guiding bolt that smashed into its skull. Lae'zel followed with a brutal overhand cleave, severing the creature's arm.
Finally, Victor rammed the tip of the Everburn Blade through the Mind Flayer's throat, pinning it to the twitching deck.
The room went silent, save for the grinding of the cambions still trying to force their way through the barricade.
Victor staggered toward the console.
The transponder pulsed with alien light.
Behind him, Shadowheart called out, "Once you touch that, we're gone. No turning back."
Victor placed one hand on the console and looked back with a smirk. "Then let's go out with a bang."
He activated it.
The transponder pulsed violently beneath Victor's hand, alien tendrils latching onto his glove like it recognized something in him. Maybe it did. Maybe it just didn't care who activated it as long as someone did.
Just as the ship began its convulsing warp sequence, a terrifying screech shook the very walls of the Helm.
Lae'zel stumbled. "No… It followed us."
Through the windowed breach above, a monstrous shadow eclipsed the reddish light of Avernus.
A red dragon scales like molten obsidian and eyes filled with contempt latched onto the side of the Nautiloid. Its claws tore into the ship's flesh-metal hull, and its massive jaws parted as it exhaled a torrent of infernal flame. The breath washed over the console, searing the helm in pure destruction.
Victor snarled, slamming his hand harder onto the transponder. "We're not dying in a flying brain ship, not today!"
A shockwave of arcane force erupted, spiraling outward in chaotic fractals as the transponder linked. The ship buckled, shrieked, and in a burst of planar energy, the Nautiloid vanished from Avernus in a jagged tear across dimensions.
[Location: Prime Material Plane – Faerûn Airspace]
High above the Sword Coast, clouds split open as a cosmic scar tore through the sky. Out of it came the half-burning, half-bleeding Nautiloid, lurching downward in a nosedive.
Far below, hidden in a shadowed forest clearing, Nadira snapped upright behind her telescope.
The githyanki scout's golden eyes narrowed. "They made it through."
Not far from her, deep within a goblin-infested stronghold, Minthara watched the descent from a crumbling tower. At her side, Dror Ragzlin clutched his skull like it was whispering secrets.
"The gods have delivered it," Minthara whispered. "Mobilize the warband."
Guttural war cries echoed across the valley as hundreds of goblins began to march.
Aboard the Nautiloid
Inside the spiraling ship, all was chaos. Flames belched from ruptured pipes. Gravity buckled. Bodies flew. The air screamed.
Victor clawed his way down the corridor, one arm wrapped tightly around a broken support beam as the ship's structure failed all around him.
Behind him, Lae'zel and Shadowheart held fast, gripping whatever they could.
"The ship's breaking apart!" Shadowheart cried. "We'll be torn to-"
A chunk of hull plating exploded overhead, slamming into Victor and ripping him free of the ship's interior. For a moment, everything spun metal, fire, sky, smoke. His ears rang.
Then... open sky.
Victor tumbled into the wind, the ground rushing to meet him at terminal speed. His body spun out of control, hair whipping into his face, the roar of the atmosphere thundering in his skull.
He was falling.
Too fast.
Instinct kicked in.
With a growl and a flex of his will, he summoned a projection of his wings great sweeping arcs of ethereal blue The wings weren't physical, but they were enough. Enough to slow his descent. Enough to guide him like a glider on broken thermals.
He hit the coastline hard, crashing through the canopy of trees and slamming into wet sand with a crunch of snapped branches and a crater of displaced earth.
Silence.
His gloves flickered weakly, cosmic energy draining out like smoke.
Victor didn't get up.
"I'm just gonna..... Take a nap..."
His eyes flickered once, catching the blurry image of the burning Nautiloid ripping through the clouds above him in a death spiral.
Then-
Darkness.