Races: Online (VR Smartphone App)

The morning sky was a beautiful shade of blue as the Demon Lord zipped through the human contraption called a rollercoaster with nothing but a blank face. Jilanya had already begun to regret the decision of returning and joining them—there was nothing to obtain here.

The Human wasn't capable of defeating her, whether it be in his world and the one created by the Creators. She did not understand why she was here—even if her old friend and enemy was here, it didn't mean that she'd truly waste time doing something like this instead of taking care of the lists of Souls that her people had snatched or overseeing the expansion of her lands.

But here she was… surrounded by a couple of idiots.

The squeals of the young Mermaid echoed carefreely in the rollercoaster. Odele had her hands up in the air despite safety protocols. Jilanya stared at the woman beside her, shook her head and then glanced back at Faeran and Han Jing behind them. 

The human gripped and clung to the metal bars for dear life. Jilanya bit back a smirk and rolled her eyes. He was the one who suggested it—Faeran on the other hand was simply enjoying the wind in his face. Until he caught her look and winked at her.

The Demon Lord rolled her eyes and sat back at the seat. This kind of ride was incomparable to the depths and plunges that one took in her realm, which made sense as to how some Humans screeched even louder there.

"Okaay, that was ugh," Han Jing held a hand over his stomach and glanced at the trash bin. He immediately caught up to the three that were waiting for him. "Why are you guys alright? We all had ice cream before this ride." His lactose intolerance was betraying him, didn't it?

Odele smiled at him. "It was fun, Han! Where do we go next?"

"It was nice—but if Odele wanted to experience such a ride, I could probably whip us up a quick ride across the city." Faeran shrugged and motioned to the rollercoaster. "That ride still feels heavily attached to the ground. No offense to your people. Don't you agree with me, Jilanya?"

"Please do not include me in this conversation."

"She was bored to death." Faeran informed Han, acting like an interpreter for the sullen Demoness. He wagged his finger at him. "That's not good, and her kind are the ones who seek the pleasures and thrill of you Humans. Better think of something more exciting."

Han Jing gave the Wood Elf a plain look. Were the two of them really close enough for that kind of response? He glanced back at Jilanya, and she really didn't look amused, upset… just apathetic.

Somehow, it put him out to see her like that.

He sighed and scratched his head. While he did feel like it was up to him to ensure that all three of them enjoyed their time here, it was a far more difficult task than what he signed up for. He cleared his throat and tried to explain the difference.

"Nobody's going for a ride that's not attached to the ground—well, there's the octopus-like ride, you ride on each tentacle that has a small cart for you to ride on and swings you in the air. I bet that's more fun since it's not attached to any rails."

"Boring," Faeran sighed dismissively. It wasn't acceptable for the Wood Elf to learn that this was all they had. "Did you know that in my place—children are capable of having fun by swinging through vines, sliding in twisted branches of trees by giant leaves in peaks higher than this 'rollercoaster' of yours. Is this truly all of the human rides you've invented? They're rather too slow for my tastes."

"I didn't invent them, but as far as you can see, these are the ones that are available." Han Jing stared at him and frowned. These people had magic to depend on for their entertainment, of course they were going to think humans' choice of fun was boring… but the Wood Elf still got addicted to television.

"Well, I'm not so sure about you, dear Host of mine, but I'd much prefer to head somewhere more fun and clearer in terms of pollution. Having too many of you breathing in the same small pocket of space is actually a little disgusting."

"You never said that while we were inside the apartment."

Faeran placed a hand on his chest and smiled pleasantly. "Of course, I did not wish to offend my Host by speaking rashly. However, since our time together is about to end—I want a more exciting activity that will make my visit in your world more memorable. Something that I can look back on in the next century." 

Han Jing cleared his throat. "You're asking for too much. I have to wrack my head for that kind of experience." 

"Take your time, but my offer is still out."

"—Wait, are you serious about a quick ride in this city? That's not a good idea. There's got to be something else better to do than getting on some kind of cloud." Han Jing coughed and ignored the sight of people looking his way.

Let them think what they want to think.

"I mean, Odele is having fun here, right?" Han Jing glanced back at the Mermaid. If he had to be honest, he only had to uphold his bargain with her and didn't have to think about the Wood Elf and Succubus at all. He was only being thoughtful right now.

Faeran smirked and then glanced to his right. "Odele here is being simply considerate with you. Tell me, how are the underwater currents?"

"Well, some of our people do enjoy testing out the...:" Odele stared up in the air for a moment. It was as if she was staring at a screen unseen by everyone else save for herself. "The Antarctic Circumpolar Current that travels around the entire earth? But I haven't been there for myself."

"Is that the same one where that animated film had a turtle—wait, no, nevermind that." Han Jing shook his head. "Does that mean you guys don't want to try another ride?"

"Nope."

"Yes."

"I don't care."

Han Jing raised a hand. "Let's make a vote, three out of four agrees.  But if we aren't going on another ride, then what do you guys want to do?" The three of them stared at him—You're the one who's supposed to worry about that—and Han Jing quickly glanced around. "Alright, let's just try some of the games then. How good are your aims?"

"I am quite proficient with a bow," Faeran said with a confident grin and looked around. "Is there a competition to be held here?"

"Something like that. What about you two?"

"I'd be more happy to try them." Odele smiled.

"Then that's settled—"

"You didn't ask me." Jilanya eyed him dourly. "But I suppose three out of four is what matters as you said? Even if I were to disagree and call this a bad idea, you'll still drag us there."

"...Yeah?"

The Demon Lord snorted. "I'll vanquish you in this competition."

"If that makes you feel better, sure." Han Jing coughed and pointed in a direction. While the idea of enjoying different rides was enough for a simple person, he had to remind himself that it was different for the other three. 

A healthy competition would surely liven things up.

—-

Clank!

Clank!

Clank!

Han Jing tried not to flinch and stay in place. He may have spoken too soon.

The metal tin cans were obliterated completely at one shot. It was surprising that the set-up booth didn't topple down at all at the sheer force of her throws—it was if the Succubus was releasing pent-up frustration at the poor metal tin cans. 

The stall keeper already ducked earlier, afraid of the cans getting into his face once she finished all the set of cans stacked against one another. And yet, Jilanya only needed to do it once and had no need for another shot. 

It had only taken her one ball to clear out all three stacks of cans.

Odele quickly clapped her hands. "That was amazing, Jilanya!"

"I mean, I could have probably done better, Odele." Faeran shrugged.

She rolled her eyes at the Wood Elf's statement. The Demon Lord sighed and then looked at Han Jing. "The distance is quite short, it's too simple. Is this what you call a game? I suppose it is, because this is merely child's play."

Han Jing had wanted to show off his [ Unerring Throw ] in this game, but he quickly forgot about that and gave her a smile. "Well, that means you get a prize—right, Mister?"

The man handling the booth nodded vigorously. He motioned at all of the available prizes displayed for all of the spectators. "Yes, yes! Please pick anything you want."

"I don't care about human possessions," Jilanya said. She shook her head and turned away.

The stall keeper looked at Han Jing. He stared up at all of the prizes lined up and quickly pointed at one item. "I'd like that please."

"Right away, sir."

Once Han Jing grabbed the prized, he walked over and wagged the stuffed red dragon in front of Jilanya's face. "Hey, hey—I got this. Do you want it? You're the one who won it."

The soft material brushed against her face, and she recoiled at it. "Are you deaf? I already told you that I do not care for useless things that your people accumulate."

"Are you sure?" Han Jing asked.

"Do you wish me to repeat what I said for the third time?"

Han Jing looked at the very cute red dragon and then glanced back at Faeran and Odele talking. "Do you want it, Odele?"

"Why are you only asking her?" Faeran pouted.

The Demon Lord blinked, swerved back and glanced at Han Jing handing it to the Mermaid. She quickly moved and snatched the dragon from his hand. "While I detest the item—it is more detestable to give something to someone who did not work hard for it."

Han Jing stared at her. "So you do want it."

"I'm just taking what's rightfully mine."

"Fine with me." He shrugged.