Mishanter's Next Plan

Deep within a cavernous lair, bathed in the eerie glow of pulsating crystals, Mishanter paced back and forth, his pumpkin head bobbing with barely-contained glee. The air crackled with dark energy, a testament to his malevolent power.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting and distorting before solidifying into a humanoid shape. The figure approached Mishanter, bowing respectfully.

"General Sylo, I presume?" Mishanter said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Indeed, my lord," the figure replied. "The plan in Lazarus was a resounding success. The Prince has fallen, chaos reigns, and Admin has been forced to flee. Your machinations have borne fruit."

Mishanter chuckled, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the cavern. "Excellent, excellent! Everything is proceeding according to plan. Admin is proving to be more resourceful than anticipated, but his fear for his companions is a weakness I intend to exploit fully."

Sylo straightened, his expression grim. "There were… unforeseen complications. Admin possesses abilities beyond our initial assessment. His capacity to conjure objects from thin air is… disconcerting."

"A minor inconvenience," Mishanter dismissed, waving his hand dismissively. "His powers are limited, and his reliance on them will be his downfall. Besides, I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well."

He paused, a wicked grin spreading across his pumpkin face. "Speaking of which, did you enjoy your little… sabotage of Mirai's weapon?"

Sylo chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. "It was most satisfying, my lord. A subtle touch, but effective nonetheless. The look on her face when her precious axe shattered was priceless."

"Indeed," Mishanter said, his voice laced with amusement. "And all thanks to the fact that I was the one who originally bestowed that axe upon her, oh so long ago. A bit of temporal manipulation, a dash of dark magic, and poof, problem solved."

With a final flourish, Sylo reached up and pulled off his disguise, revealing his true form. He was a skeleton, clad in dark grey armor etched with arcane symbols. Two massive horns protruded from his skull, and a long, reptilian tail swished behind him, sending dust devils swirling across the cavern floor.

"Now that the charade is over, General Sylo," Mishanter said, his tone turning serious. "It is time to prepare for the next phase of our plan. Summon the other generals. We must discuss our next move. Admin's flight is merely a temporary setback. We must find another pawn to be summoned from another world, one we can exploit to further our goals."

"And what of the Goddess?" Sylo asked, his voice wary. "Her interference could prove… problematic."

Mishanter chuckled, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Sylo's skeletal spine. "The Goddess is merely a player in our game, a pawn to be manipulated just like all the others. I have foreseen her moves, anticipated her strategies. She may think she is in control, but she is mistaken. We will use her to our advantage, and when the time is right, we will crush her beneath our heel."

Mishanter paused, his glowing pumpkin eyes burning with malevolent ambition. "Summon the generals, Sylo. Let us begin planning the downfall of this world, one pawn at a time. Let us summon a pawn that will follow our every command."

Back at the trailer house, Admin was busy preparing dinner. The interior was filled with the tantalizing aroma of sizzling beef and melting cheese.

"Alright, chow time!" Admin announced, placing a stack of juicy burgers on the table. "Tonight, we're having another classic from my world: burgers!"

Eyrie squealed with delight, grabbing a burger with both hands and taking a massive bite. "Mmm, this is even better than pizza!"

Tundra, ever the methodical one, carefully examined her burger before taking a bite. "The nutritional value appears to be somewhat lacking," she observed. "But the taste is… acceptable."

Admin grinned. "Don't worry, I've got plenty of healthy stuff too." He gestured to a counter piled high with snacks he had summoned from his phone. "Yogurt, ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, chips, candy bars, you name it. All the comforts of home."

Eyrie and Tundra's eyes widened as they surveyed the bounty before them. They wasted no time in diving into the pile of snacks, grabbing handfuls of cookies and tearing open bags of chips.

"This is amazing!" Eyrie exclaimed, her mouth full of chocolate chips. "Thank you, Admin!"

Admin chuckled, watching his party members devour the snacks with unbridled enthusiasm. He was glad he could bring them a little joy in these difficult times.

But amidst the jovial atmosphere, there was one face that remained clouded with gloom: Mirai. She sat at the table, picking at her burger with a despondent look on her face.

"What's wrong, Mirai?" Admin asked, his voice filled with concern. "You're not enjoying your burger?"

Mirai sighed, pushing the burger away. "It's not the burger, Admin. It's my axe. It's gone. And Mishanter is the one who destroyed it."

Admin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know, Mirai. I know it sucks. But don't worry, I'm going to make it up to you. I promise."

"How?" Mirai asked, her voice skeptical. "You can't just summon a new axe out of thin air. It's not the same. My axe was special."

"Maybe not," Admin said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I can do something even better. Something that's uniquely you."

He stood up and gestured towards a corner of the trailer where he had set up a makeshift workshop. "I've been working on something special for you. It's not an axe, but it's even more deadly. Trust me."

Mirai raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She followed Admin to the workshop, where she saw a strange device humming with power. It was a laser cutter, repurposed and modified for his needs.

"What's this?" Mirai asked, her eyes scanning the machine.

"This," Admin said, "is how I'm going to make you a new weapon. A weapon that's perfectly suited to your fighting style, your stats, your… well, everything."

He tapped a few buttons on his phone, and a holographic image appeared above the laser cutter. It was a sleek, elegant sword, with a red and black color scheme that perfectly matched Mirai's outfit. The blade was curved and sharp, designed for swift, precise strikes. The hilt was ergonomically shaped, designed for easy grip and wield.

"What do you think?" Admin asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Mirai stared at the image, her eyes wide with amazement. "It's… beautiful," she whispered. "But can you really make something like that?"

Admin grinned. "Watch and learn."

He activated the laser cutter, and the machine sprang to life, its beam slicing through the air with a precise hum. He set the machine to make the parts and he assembled it himself

Over the next few hours, Admin worked tirelessly, carefully crafting the sword from a special alloy he had summoned from his phone. The laser cutter hummed and whirred, shaping the blade, the hilt, the guard with meticulous precision.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Admin stepped back, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Alright, it's finished," he announced, presenting the sword to Mirai. "What do you think?"

Mirai reached out and took the sword in her hands. She ran her fingers along the blade, testing its sharpness. She swung it through the air, feeling its balance and weight.

A smile slowly spread across her face. "It's… perfect," she said, her voice filled with awe. "Thank you, Admin. This is the best gift I've ever received."

Admin grinned. "You deserve it, Mirai. Now go out there and show Mishanter what you're made of."

The peaceful tranquility of the clearing was shattered by a chorus of shrill shrieks and slimy squelches. A horde of goblins, their grotesque faces contorted in rabid anticipation, and a slithering mass of slimes, oozing with putrid goo, poured out of the surrounding forest, their eyes fixated on the trailer house.

"Well, this is just great," Admin muttered, rolling his eyes. "What now?"

"Looks like we're about to have some uninvited guests," Mirai said, gripping her new sword tightly. "Time to test out my new toy."

"Everyone, stay alert," Tundra commanded, her digital eyes scanning the approaching horde. "Identify their weaknesses and exploit them accordingly."

"Let's do this!" Eyrie exclaimed, her hands crackling with magic.

The goblins and slimes surged forward, their numbers seemingly endless. Mirai was the first to strike, leaping into the fray with a battle cry. Her red and black sword flashed through the air, slicing through goblins and slimes alike. The blade was incredibly sharp, and the ergonomically designed hilt allowed her to wield it with ease and precision.

"This thing is amazing!" Mirai shouted, her voice filled with glee. "Thanks, Admin!"

Tundra unleashed a barrage of digital projectiles, targeting the goblins' eyes and the slimes' weak spots. Her accurate shots crippled her opponents, slowing them down and making them easier targets.

"The upgraded algorithms are performing admirably," Tundra reported. "Increased damage output, enhanced targeting capabilities… excellent work, Admin."

Eyrie, channeling her magic, unleashed a torrent of flames and lightning upon the horde. The goblins shrieked in terror as they were engulfed in fire, and the slimes dissolved into puddles of goo.

"I can do more magic than just defensive magic ever since i trained in the past two nights" Eyrie exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement. "I feel like I can take on anything!"

Admin, watching his party members decimate the horde, couldn't help but grin. Their new equipment was working perfectly. He was proud of what he had created, and he was even more proud of his companions' skills and determination.

"Alright, team, keep it up!" Admin shouted. "We've almost got them!"

As the last of the goblins and slimes fell, Admin turned his attention to his next task: building a defensive perimeter around the trailer house.

"I need to reinforce this place," Admin muttered. "My defense stat is pathetically low. I can't afford to get hit by anything."

He accessed his phone and began summoning materials for building turrets: metal plating, laser cannons, and automated targeting systems. He planned to surround the trailer with a network of these automated defenses, creating a virtually impenetrable fortress.

But as he was hauling a heavy piece of metal plating, one of the surviving goblins, fueled by desperation, hurled a rock at him. The rock struck Admin squarely in the back, sending a searing pain through his spine.

"Agh!" Admin cried, clutching his back in agony. "Damn it! My back!"

He collapsed to the ground, unable to move. The pain was intense, and it completely derailed his turret-building plans.

Mirai rushed to his side, her face filled with concern. "Admin, are you okay?"

"My… my back," Admin groaned. "That stupid goblin… I think he just gave me a slipped disc."

Tundra scanned Admin with her digital eyes. "Preliminary analysis indicates a minor spinal injury," she reported. "Rest and medication are advised."

"Medication? I don't have any medication!" Admin protested. "I need to build these turrets! My defense stat is terrible! I'm going to get killed if I don't fortify this place!"

"Your health is more important," Mirai said firmly. "We'll take care of the turrets. You just rest."

"But…"

"No buts," Mirai said, her voice stern. "We're not going to let anything happen to you, Admin. Now, lie down and try to relax."

With a sigh of defeat, Admin reluctantly obeyed. He knew that his friends were right. He couldn't build turrets if he was in excruciating pain. He would just have to trust them to protect him until he recovered. He said with a sigh, "Well at least you guys are going to keep me away from any tentacle monsters right?"

Mirai, Tundra, and Eyrie giggled

"Yeah we will" Mirai responded

As he lay there, his back throbbing, Admin couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his companions. They were always there for him, supporting him, protecting him, even when he was being an idiot. He was lucky to have them.

He also vowed to increase his defense stat as soon as possible. Getting hit by a rock was just plain embarrassing.