Chaos and Order – A Multiverse Fanfic

Standing next to Kai, Morning Mist was feeling incredibly agitated.

This was the defining moment for her master, she knew. If that notification didn't appear now, then it might as well would never appear.

Kai sensed the bubbling emotions within her but ignored them.

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[

Congratulations Contestant Kai Stormborn…

You have achieved a Milestone

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Milestone: Cross the Narrow Sea for the first time

Milestone Rewards: Free Cities' citizenship

]

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"Did you get it, master?" Meg asked impatiently.

Kai ignored her.

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[

Congratulations Contestant Kai Stormborn

You have unlocked a New Title

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Title: Interdimensional Pirate

Specification: Sail the pirate ship, Actaea, for 1000 nautical miles as its captain

Status: 39%

Effect:

 1. Turn Actaea into an Item

 2. Skill: Multiverse Voyage

Note: Only 1 Title can be equipped at a time

]

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"And?" Morning Mist asked nervously, grabbing Kai's arm.

He ignored her again.

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[

The Baratheon Crown has issued you a bounty, signed by Lord of Dragonstone, Stannis Baratheon, recognizing you as Pirate of the Narrow Sea.

All currencies in the Multiverse are interchangeable among themselves. Which currency do you choose for your bounty?

]

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Kai had expected this notification. So he didn't want to let the System know his answer.

"Berry," he said, and Meg flinched, beaming.

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[

Congratulations Kai Stormborn…

You have unlocked a new Stat: Bounty

Bounty: 13,000,000 Berries

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You have achieved a Milestone

Milestone: Get your first Bounty

Milestone Rewards:

 1. Multiverse ID of Bounty Issuing Timeline: $$%%^&#@

 2. Standalone Title - Pirate

 

Note: Standalone Titles are Titles that need not be equipped as they always remain in an equipped state

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Standalone Title: Pirate

Specification: A person who sails on the sea and attacks and steals from other ships

Effect:

 1. Exclusive Stat - Bounty

 2. Multiversal Synchronized Wanted Poster

 

Note: Any subsequent changes in the Bounty will be reflected by the Wanted Poster everywhere else

Warning: You cannot become a Marine

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Congratulations Contestant Kai Stormborn

You are now qualified to hunt for the treasure — One Piece

]

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"Yeah, Meg," Kai said slowly, smiling. "I got it."

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Morning, 15 days later

Pentos

 

The streets of Pentos were a shade of blue and gold when they sat in a carved palanquin, hoisted over the shoulders of over a dozen rented servants.

Slaves, to be precise, but nobody here would admit to that. Not in the Free Cities.

Within the Palanquin, Kai was sitting leisurely, dressed in a lavish navy-blue doublet of velvet-silk with a white snake on the chest, its edges gold. His shoulder-length, white hair was sprawled loosely behind his head, swaying like threads of golden-white silk.

Opposite him, in a soft green gown, was Meg.

She had attended to her hair, it seemed. For the curls of her red hair were dancing with every shake of the Palanquin like fire dancing, lashing out with whips of flames. Her low neckline, and the deep, thin ridge in the middle, promised full, firm breasts.

She found him staring at her and blushed, but couldn't take her eyes off him. She stared back at his face, his hair, and the curves of his face, but mostly his eyes.

Kai looked away, thinking, Charisma has its own uses, I guess…

To Meg's left, smiling slyly over some unknown quip, was Petyr Baelish, dressed in a plain brown doublet with the same embroidery on his chest as his master. Kai, in silence, stole his gaze off his face and moved it to the chest resting in their middle, bound in bronze.

Within this chest were three dragon eggs; the noblest House of White Serpent's gift to Khaleesi from the Shadow lands beyond Asshai.

15 days were neither short nor too many, depending on how one had intended to spend their time.

Kai and the group had too much to do indeed.

After the initial joy and ecstasy of all the notifications had died, Kai wanted to return to the ship to increase his Status of Interdimensional Pirate. Meg had stopped him, though. Her reasons were too terrifying and urgent for him to ignore them.

We don't know if the Pokemon World's Retribution would return or not once you have gone back into the sea, Morning Mist had told him, especially now that you have left the sea and the ship. You wouldn't have the assistance of Focus Punch this time, either.

Not to mention, we need to hire servants, clothes, and other necessary things to make ourselves presentable at the wedding. If we were to go in these clothes, with three eggs in a sack thrown over our shoulders, then forget the wedding, we wouldn't even get to leave the city walls, master.

Petyr had chuckled then. Or, he had quipped, we can sell my lady to a merchant and get her weight in gold if you are in a hurry. Now that would be a sight to see, wouldn't it, my lord?

So, Kai had spent the coming weeks being led around by Petyr. Among the group, only he had knowledge and wits enough to gather all that Meg had pointed out, without forcing Kai into another Magical Contract.

Petyr had even broken the barrier of language using a single silver coin.

The translator he had hired was as sly as him, if not more.

The traffic within the city was such that they didn't reach the venue by late afternoon. Kai wasn't worried, however. They already knew the gift would be presented at dusk, and they had already sent a few servants ahead to let the guards know of their arrival.

The sun burned bronze against his pale skin as Kai stepped out of the palanquin.

Now he must act like a noble. Here lay his advantage.

Kai was a noble, to begin with. His every turn of face, look, and movement brimmed with unmatched nobility. After running his left hand over his doublet, taking care of unwanted creases, he held out his right hand.

Meg placed her hand, shining like honeyed milk, over his hand, and stepped out.

The shock, lust, and desire for her on men's faces were tangible.

If Kai was the sky, then Meg was the sun. And if he was the storm, then she was the heat within coursing through him; one cloud to another like a red bolt of lightning.

Petyr jumped out, never leaving the limit of 10 ft from Kai.

The translator, an old, fat man, came simpering after him. Petyr smiled, sharing some whispered jest, and the man laughed along with him, his eyes finding Meg now and then. It took four servants to take out the chest.

"Let's go," Kai said, and Petyr neared him, the translator following the three like a dog behind the Khalasar.

The Dothraki guards didn't stop them.

Arrangements had already been made before their arrival, and Kai's silks were too bright, smelling of riches and power, that none related him to a white-haired boy, pronounced fugitive and enemy of the crown in Westeros; a filthy pirate.

And even if they had a hundred eyes, Kai doubted they would have looked at something other than Meg.

He had scarcely seen so many people in one place, nor so barbaric and roughened.

Men and women were wearing painted leather vests over bare chests, and warriors seemed to have greased their long braids using the fat from the rendering pits. They were gorging themselves on horseflesh roasted with honey and pepper, washing it all down with what looked like fermented milk to him. Wines, japes, and blood were everywhere.

To the senses of a Contestant, there was much more hidden behind all these details.

A heart-palpating danger; another tsunami caused by a thunderstorm. But Kai knew even Focus Punch would fail in letting him live if needed against this sea of bronze-skinned warriors. There was a limit to how much annihilation he could cause in one go.

And above the seething sea of bronze, over a mighty earthen ramp raised among the grass palaces, Kai found her sitting with a beast on her side and garbed in her wedding silks.

Daenerys Targaryen, Kai's lips pronounced the name, his breath seeping out noiselessly. A Stormborn…