Chapter 38: The Wrath of Tony Pizza

Placed at the heart of the eastern region, there was a large, blistering metropolis of glass and concrete, where the light of day rarely shone. Day and night, rain and thunder filled its dark landscape, as its thousands of inhabitants went morosely about their daily lives, wary of the mob’s watchful eyes. The city of New Castelluccio, ruled by the one whose name no one spoke of.

And right at the center of said city, stood the eastern lord’s tenebrous citadel, where few entered. And of those who did, few came back. It seemed to have been built entirely in iron at first. However, when hit by the occasional bout of lightning, which equally to the unruly storms was a constant in the capital, its true colors were revealed. It was black as night, constructed with the exact exact alloy that made up a liquid spear. Its central tower pierced the skies, looming impassively over the citizens of the city much like a predator awaited for its prey to pass.

And at the heart of that citadel, sat a certain throne room, where the dark ruler sat, leaning solemnly on a wider, metallic throne, which was likewise as dark as his fortress.

Aside from that, the throne appeared to be empty for the most part, the monotony of its uniform gray walls only occasionally interrupted by clusters of chinese candlelights, and the occasional long shelf, filled to the brim with different kinds of wines and ales.

The man wore a white, purple-striped business suit, partly covered by a crimson, heavy-looking mantle long enough to reach his feet, even while sitting. Atop his head sat an intimidatingly large fedora hat, made fully of tin foil, with an elongated, almost tendril-like tip sticking out upwards, erected from its middle.

«Why!? What was the point of all this? We never intended to start an altercation with your upper front, so why would you send your forces to attack!?»

Before the lord of the east, a large holographic screen had presented itself, through which he had been brought face to face with the video feed of a certain obese-looking woman wearing blue spandex with blinding glitter. Another one of the four regional rulers, whom he’d recently gotten into a scuffle with.

“It’s because you touch yourself too much at night. Or whatever.” shrugged the one who presided in the metal throne, wiggling a long, fuming pipe sitting between his teeth as he glanced towards the ceiling absent-mindedly.

«What!? That doesn’t even make any –»

“... Why? I don’t know. I was bored, I guess. If you don’t want to get burned, then top trying to stick your nose where you are not welcome. Are we clear, my dear Ladyzunga?”

«This isn’t over, do you hear me!? You have defied the west for the last time, Tony! You will not get away with this outrage. The great Western Empire will –”

Bringing his finger to a small button on the side of his left armrest, he closed the call.

“Nag…”

Slumping against the electrically heated metal, the middle-aged man sighed, utterly disillusioned. Things just weren’t the same in that place. People were so… uptight, here.

“Well, at least now, I have enough free time to take a little na–”

Before he could close his eyes, someone had barged right through the gates of his throne room, without deigning to so much as knock.

“Who dares!?”

It was Guido, one of his higher ranking servants.

“Boss, it’s an emergency, the heat pump down in the tenth floor is going haywire and Gerald isn’t –”

“Boss, you say…?” muttered the ruler, exhaling heavily through his gritted teeth. “Did I hear that right?”

Bringing his hand forward and closing it tightly into a fist, he squinted his eyes at the tactless underling standing in panic before him, and immediately the young man brought both hands to his neck, as though a rope had been wrapped tightly around it.

The dark lord clenched his hand even tighter, slowly lifting his arm tall above his hand, and Guido started to float, rising further up in the air as his gasping, gagging noises echoed throughout the chamber.

“Boss, you say?” spat the man in the throne. “It is Lord to you!”

“Y…Ye…ss… I’m… s…rry… My… lor…”

Clicking his tongue against the smoking pipe, he lowered his arm, easing up on his grip, and at once the impertinent footman fell down to the floor, landing noisily on his rear with a whimper.

“Gaia will be here by the end of the afternoon, so wait for her to get on it. Now go away!!” he growled, adjusting his fedora. “And don’t bother me again!”

“Y-Yes, sir!”

Guido walked right back out the gates again, tuxedo drenched in cold sweat.

The dark lord sighed.

“Now then, where was I…?”

Once again, though, before he could close his eyes, there was a loud set of knocks on the throne room’s gates. How insufferable…

“YES!?”

In came another one of his servants. This one, however, was much older than the other one. Dante, his personal messenger, made to keep tabs on the whole of the eastern region and bring the dark lord news of whatever sounded most suitable.

With little to no ostentation, the servant properly dropped down to one knee, lowering his head in reverence.

“Oh, welcome back, my dear Dante!” greeted the sovereign with delight. “It has been a while since I’ve last gotten to hear of your dependable intelligence.”

The tired informant, on the other hand, sported a far graver expression.

“Lord Pizza, there have been complications regarding the retrieval of ‘Hellfire’.”

His master could almost feel his own eyes bulge out of their own sockets.

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“Have you found her!? What happened to the retrieval squads?”

The servant hesitated for a moment, but soon resumed his report.

“She has been located in the lower southeast, moving around several towns and even ghost sites. It seems she has been involved in a rather… game-changing duel match.”

“What do you mean? No… Don’t tell me… She has decided to gather servants?”

“No. Shall I lay down the facts, my lord?”

“Yes.”

Now would be an appropriate time. With a mere flick of a switch under his armrest, the gates to the throne room were sealed shut. The walls, ceilings and flooring themselves were lined with hard lead underneath, keeping all sound in. Any conversations with his messengers should, at all costs, be kept confidential, as none of the information retrieved and shared should be released to the masses. To even store it in their personal database could present great risks to the Godfather’s empire, should anyone manage to break into them. For that reason, crucial matters such as this one were discussed solely from mouth to ear, face to face, and all relevant information would be stored in the dark lord’s mind, and nowhere else.

It was not the most pleasant method to deal with such a matter, but Lord Pizza considered the situation to be urgent enough that it required the utmost discretion of all involved.

‘Hellfire’ was not a simple defector from his ranks. Had it been that way, he would have forgotten about the damn brat a long time ago. Unfortunately for her, she had made the mistake of stealing something so very important to him… Something he would be willing to tear the whole eastern region down looking for it.

No matter how many men it took, no matter how long, he would have those items back. She wouldn’t be able to run forever.

For that purpose, he had assigned Dante and a few others from his most trustworthy ranks to triangulate her position, find out whatever they could. If possible, capture her.

He was not ready, however, for what he was about to hear. He never could have been.

“She got what!? By who!!??”

“We are still not certain, my lord. We have looked everywhere for any information on this individual we could find. Every informant, every source we deemed reliable. But nothing. This ‘H.A.R.U.T.O.’, who has now taken control of her, is not registered in any ranking repository, or even event remnants in this region or elsewhere. We have no idea what his level is, or what exactly his ability consists of. He’s a complete blank slate. It’s almost as though…”

“... he just arrived. A newcomer took down Hellfire!? But how…? This cannot be any run-of-the-mill miscreant we’re dealing with here… He is clearly elite. A calm, collected specialist, no doubt. He must have used some forbidden, utterly destructive technique to win against that lass in a race like that. I can only imagine what such a monster must be like… IT was bothersome enough that we had to chase after someone like Hellfire, but now someone as insidious as this H.A.R.U.T.O. as well…”

“And that is not all, my liege. Observational squads D-2 through D-5 got far ahead of themselves by the time they’d tracked the two of them to Kataki Town. There was a considerable altercation, and Alessio lost his liquid spear. To him. Two of our men were liquidated in the conflict. Our men claimed he seemed to have some sort of teleporting ability, but they are still much too riled up to properly communicate with us.”

“Dio mio…”

“If I may provide a personal observation here, descriptions of this highschooler seem to point heavily to him being little more than a bumbling grasshopper with an obscene amount of luck. Hellfire has been heavily instrumental in his successes thus far, as well.  If we were to mobilize our forces in such a way that…”

“Quiet!! This needs careful consideration…”

“Well, I’m just saying…”

“Shhh!!!”

“...”

Tony Pizza slammed his fist against one of the throne’s armrests.

The situation had already complicated considerably with just Hellfire’s escape. And now, with someone as powerful as that Haruto involved in the game as well… As he currently was, he was no more than a simple grasshopper. But who knew what kind of threat that person might become in the future?

To have someone like that get in the way of his ultimate goal…

He could not allow it. It was clear what he had to do.

“What shall be our next move, my liege?”

“This will not go on any longer!! Contact Bonecrusher, and pivot him back here immediately! I want him onto those two scoundrels as fast as possible! Are we clear!?”

Dante jerked slightly to the side for a moment, trying as he could not to appear tense. His lord’s latest command had just put him in a tight spot.

“What is it, now?” sighed the dark lord.

“... My apologies, my liege. I’m afraid Bonecrusher is still on vacation with his husband in the southern limit. He is not currently available.”

“Oh, goddamnit! Who do we have on call, then?”

“I could send for… say… Sixshot Pietro, perhaps? Or we could try for Tarantula, if you prefer.”

“Taran…!? No, don’t you even think about that!!! Do not mention that name again. Pietro is fine. Pietro is perfect! Send for him immediately!”

“At once, my liege.”

“I want those items returned, and the two of those wretches terminated!!”

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