Death Guns In Another World



Sun rays come as nature's easel, giving brilliant color to what was hidden even under the passing starlit night. A new day has begun.

Alex woke up and yawned, after using some utility spell on himself (A/N: Spell for daily use such as cleaning, etc.) 

''It is time to show them what a magical gunslinger is capable of in front of an army.''

He was grinning. That pleased smile was on his lips again and his eyes held a glint of craziness, like the eyes of someone that was about to go on a rampage.

Silveria and Nyx who were observing their master couldn't help but have the same thought running through their minds at the moment. 

'He is like a bloodthirsty demon.' 

Fortunately, Alex was not an idiot and kept his bloodlust in check not to alert the enemy, because it wouldn't be fun if he got spotted right away. 

''Let's go.'' 

Leaving those words behind he stepped across the void unnoticed by any. 

However, the moment he stepped across the void something unexpected happened, time seemed to have slowed down, shocking him.

''What the hell?" He muttered shocked.

〖Master!〗

〖Alex..〗

Both Silveria and Nyx shouted his name further adding to his shock but before he could understand what was happening, his body slumped down and his soul was forcibly dragged somewhere.

〖Dammit those goddesses are finally acting.〗Silveria was angry because she knew the culprit of Alex's current state. She was expecting, no they were expecting something like this but not this soon. 

While Silveria was cursing their carelessness she didn't feel her sister's presence.

〖Hah! You're still the same Big sister. Please do knock some sense into them, I'll be cheering for you.〗

Silveria said before moving to her entertainment room, this room was full of things from Earth. Using Alex's memories she created them and when she was bored, she often come here to play. Today she was going to play the Second Son.

•••••

Meanwhile, Alex who had his soul forcibly dragged somewhere appeared before a portal, his body automatically moved toward this portal. 

He passed forward through the impressive portal at the top of a pyramid. He was immediately met by a frightening world. The air was uncomfortable humid and hot, causing Alex to burst out in sweat immediately. The light plays tricks on his eyes as shadows from a new landscape making his imagination go wild.

Uncharted territory as far as the eye can see, but some things may be best left a secret. 

Fairly nearby Alex smelled what must be the scents of creatures myths and legends are made of. Some have noticed him and their interest has peaked, but none moved toward him as if he was not worth their time. Dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures roamed the sky dancing with a rainbow behind them.

Alex was mesmerized by the beautiful spectacle but what brought him had another plan for him as his body moved forward toward a castle in the distance. Despite being in the Fake God realm he couldn't control his body much to his disbelief. This demonstrated that whoever called here, they're stronger than him. 

The castle walls were the strongest thing for miles around, yet when Alex looks carefully she noticed the stones. It is built of stones of varying sizes and shapes, each one unique. From a distance, it is a uniform grey, from up close it is a mosaic of humble rocks, each of them nobody would think anything of were they loose by the roadside. But together they are a castle, the crown of the landscape, and the protector of ancient peoples.

Alex was dragged into the castle and passing through a long corridor he arrived at the throne hall.

Magnificent braziers at the bottoms of each of the fourteen obsidian columns light up most of the throne hall and mantle the hall in warm yellows. The angelic paintings on the rounded ceiling dance in the flickering light while stone effigies look down upon the slate floor of this majestic hall.

A maroon rug runs down from the throne and marks the closest spot people can stand when they address the royal highness while rectangular banners with embellished edges dangle gently from the walls. Between each banner hangs a torch, all but a few have been lit and in turn illuminated the wall paintings of gods and goddesses below them.

Humble, washed glass windows are enclosed by draperies colored the same maroon as the banners. The curtains have been adorned with fine patterns and impressive needlework.

A regal throne of granite sits behind a lavish gate of gilded wood and is adjoined by twelve equally lavish seats.

The throne is covered in complicated etchings and fixed on each of the broad feet is a chiseled skull. The stiff pillows are a light maroon and these too have been adorned with burnished needlework.

Alex's body which had been moving as if on autopilot mode stopped in the middle of the throne hall when suddenly there was a blinding light forcing Alex to shut his eyes and when he opened them again he was shocked to find out the empty seats filled with people, seven males, and six women.

Just as Alex was about to look at them an immense pressure descended upon his body forcing him to kneel with his head lowered. He felt humiliated and his first impression of the group soured.

He had a bad feeling. Or maybe that should be called conviction. He felt a chill as if the hair on his back stood on end, his instinct warned him to stay low for a moment, to endure it for now, and even if his Royal Asura's bloodline was seething in rage, ordering him to go on a rampage even if it means dying, Alex managed to control himself, he was not an idiot.

Most of the Gods and Goddesses praised Alex's judgment.

''Welcome mortal, for you to be in the presence of us Supreme beings should feel blessed, so kneel properly.'' An arrogant male voice resonated through the throne hall putting much pressure on Alex.

Alex's eyes turned bloodshot and when he was about to forcibly raise his head in defiance, another voice chimed in, this time it was a female voice.

''Stop it your attention whore or do you want me to remind you of your place?" 

''Ugh!"