[Divine Universe] - A universe harvesting Soul Power by introducing polarities of "good" and "evil". Ruled by The Three of El, ascended archangels who together represent God. Under them, there are other archangels, angels, saints and martyrs for the "good" polarity. Greater demons, demons, lesser demons, fiends and hellspawns are the ranks of the "evil" polarity.

[Arcane Universe] - An aggressive universe currently in conflict with [Divine Universe], it uses despicable methods to harvest magic from souls. Its inhabitants are prone to cannibalism, often targeting children. Its population mostly consists of nearly mindless, fast-breeding slaves that are doing their daily routine mindlessly, as they had been completely robbed of their intellect by soul-harvesting magic. The rulers of the place are creatures resembling wyrms, who have their skin covered with sticky mucus . .

"What?!" Frei failed to finish reading all the pieces of information that the [Infernopedia] was suddenly stuffing down his throat. He did not know what happened, but he certainly welcomed all knowledge he could get, except. .

"Eating children, mindless slaves, mucus?" He stared out of the window of his former master's place and quickly put two and two together.

"It is clear propaganda! They are just walking about like in an ordinary city!" He watched the city street and had an ominous feeling about the sudden intel. Such an intense propaganda usually meant only one thing, war.

"Whatever, let us leave wars for the boys in big pants, I would rather appreciate a method to go places unnoticed." He intended to flee the house, but there was an unexpected complication. This morning was a sunny day and everyone had happily left most of their clothes at home, the citizens of the city walking around in shirts, bikini and other revealing clothes, exposing their colored skin to the sun.

"I cannot possibly go out there dressed like a Siberian trapper if I want to be low-key." Frei grumbled, thinking about a solution.

"Damn, just how .. . ah, that could work." He remembered that the foxgirl was about to leave. "That is it! I have to catch up to her quickly."

She had been doing something at the back entrance and Frei rushed to stop her departure before it was too late. He ran through the house and reached his destination in the nick of time.

"Stop!" He urged her to stop when her hand touched the door handle.

"Screw you!" She pressed the handle, but Frei caught her shoulder and pulled her away from the door before she was able to open it.

"Let me go monster! I knew it, you are the same kind of fucker as all the other worms from hell!" She tried to get away from him, but had no chance to free herself from his iron grip.

"Chill out, will you? I need just a bit of help." He used his soothing voice, but ended up sounding creepy instead.

"Of course you do, exploiting others is exactly what your dirty kind does all the time." She spat at him an insult after insult, while refusing to calm down, battering his body with her small fists. After a while, Frei had enough of it and hugged her in a way that she was unable to continue her futile attempts.

"Ok, you are a smart girl so let's be honest. With my skin color I am in a bit of an impasse right now and I need a little help. The help you will provide, because . . "

"Like hell I will!" She bit him hard and he threw her reflexively at the near wall, not controlling his strength completely, her landing was rough and she began coughing after her back landed flat against the wall.

"Damn you, bitch! Be a bit more reasonable, will you? You surely understand how nasty this interaction can be, right? "Frei fumed, he had even switched of some of his abilities in order not to grind her bones to dust with his hard skin and what had he gotten for his consideration? Tooth marks on his arm!

"And what am I supposed to do about it? Paint your skin blue? Huh?!" It looked like the throw lessened the fight in her a little.

"Inco . ." She wanted to continue with insults, but stopped when she saw the look in Frei¨s eyes changed.

"We will use this." Frei pointed at the only thing that could be reasonably used.

"Can you count? There is just two of us."

"It will have to do. Let's fake it until we make it, using this plebs carriage."

A five minutes later, the plebs carriage drove through the city street. Actually, they rather walked it through the streets, as it was an instrument for which Frei could not find a proper name. He remembered seeing something similar in old chinese movies, it invoked in him the feeling that it had to be used by poor nobles that were just plebeians, but wanted to look important. There was something resembling a wooden toilet in the center, where the important person sat, two long wooden poles running along its bottom. Two carriers usually lifted the toilet-like booth and walked with it, the master being veiled by cloth, wood, silk and whatever else to obstruct the view of anyone who would perhaps tried and looked what the person inside was doing.

Nitarja walked in the front, while veiled Frei walked as the second carrier. The idea was that they would pretend someone important was inside and use it as a pretext to chase away anyone that might sniff around. Frei had determined their destination by the number of tall structures in the city that looked like it might even be a capital of a nation. In any universe it should hold true that law enforcement focused on targets and areas with high value and left anything resembling a slum less guarded.

"Fuck, this is heavier and heavier as times goes by." Nitarja tried to grip one of the handles again, as her hand kept sliding off of it.

"Be silent, the master will hear you!" Frei whispered urgently in her direction and looked at the people that were passing them by. Luckily, everyone seemed to be in a rush, paying them no attention.

"The master will hear you squealing like a pig when I kick your balls, you . . " Nitarja grumbled to herself, but turned dead silent when she turned her head to the right and met the gaze of a person that had just entered the main street from a side alley.

The blood in Frei's veins almost reversed its flow when he saw the scene.

"Sir, is there a problem? Should I perhaps escort you through the most crowded areas?" The man dressed like an army officer of the medieval period asked, his armor shining with various combinations of silver and blue colors. The shoulder plates of his armor were unusually pronounced, maybe because of his shoulders that were very developed.

"We are dead." Frei thought and quickly racked his brain about a way to get away from the dangerous individual. He began to wave his left foot to get Nitarja's attention, the part of his body that was in the stranger's blind spot due to the position of the toilet booth that they carried. He did not want to use his voice in case he needed to impersonate their nonexistent master later, but when he finally got her attention, she utterly failed to decipher his foot language and just stared at him like a wooden pole.

"Master would surely not mind, sir." Nitarja said and the officer immediately reached his hand to grab her hair, yet he stopped millimeters away, letting his hand fall down again.

"How dare you speak for your master? You lack discipline." He said, Frei was sure that he had heard Nitarja swear, but she had managed to dodge the bullet.

"I would not dare sir, but the master is sleeping. I cannot wake him up, yet it is rude to keep your excellency waiting."

In response, the officer harrumphed and stepped to the front of the carriage.

"What is the hyperactive idiot doing?!" Frei thought, but soon realized the officer would really be escorting them through the streets. He suppressed a sigh and followed his lead along with Nitarja and the empty booth.

From time to time, Nitarja gave their escort directions and they slowly passed through many winding streets. They were in the middle part of the city, where the houses were still quite tall and the streets clean, but there were no noteworthy structures like in the center of the city. Frei could not help but admire Nitarja who led their adversary by his nose, leading them towards the slums through the brightly colored alleys to the promised slum lands where their escort would hopefully leave them.

And as she was skillfully leading them, the officer suddenly turned around and barked at her.

"What are you doing foolish slave? You keep leading us in circles!" He said and the both of them froze.

"I-I am so sorry, but I am not allowed to wake up the master!" Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were looking down on her feet, while her tail moved closer in between her legs.

Frei thought she was cute, hoping it would work on the officer.

"We cannot stay here, blocking the street for hours! " He threw his hands in the air, not knowing what to think about the strange trio of citizens. He had intended to build up some connections, but with idiots like this? It might not be worth his time, especially when the most important person had not even opened his eyes yet.

"It is rude of us to delay you any longer, sir." Nitarja tried to discourage him even more to free them of his bothersome attention.

"What would you do? Run around the city with your sense of direction? Stupid fox, I would have spanked you, if you were not a private property." He frowned at Nitarja.

"There is a guard house nearby, I will go call someone to wait with you here. Stay here, It should not take long." He walked away, leaving them with his words that caused terror in their hearts. They no longer knew the path back to the house and they were stuck in the middle of the street with the mobile toilet stretcher, waiting for some more guards that would arrive soon.

What a mess!

"Your fucking ideas do not stand for shit!" Nitarja whispered angrily the moment the officer left.

"Just keep your unhelpful comments for yourself, he would not have attached his ass onto us if not for your constant complaints!" Frei retorted.

Suddenly there was a wicked smile on Nitarja's face.

"I think our cooperation ends right this moment, try to threaten me here, fool. You could use a real toilet in there to shit yourself before you kick the bucket when the guards return." She began running away, sabotaging all emergency plans that Frei might have had.

"She ditched me at the first opportunity!" Unfortunately, Frei could not do anything as the street was full of people.

What should he do?

He had no choice, but to leave their trusted vehicle standing and jog swiftly in the direction of the slums. Looking around at all the gazes he received, he gulped and felt that his throat was dry. With his thick attire, he could very well carry a big sign above his head, but there was nothing else he could do.

The only advantage he had was that they seemed to have made it approximately half the way to the slums already. It should not take long before he arrived there, but he had to pray to all saints to avoid strong people. After about ten minutes, he could see the signs that the area of slums was near. He had not expected to see a sign, slums welcome you, or anything similar. The condition of the streets would probably gradually deteriorate.

"Ah, exactly what I need." He spotted the first houses that were in a state of disrepair and looked abandoned. He just passed by several of them to play it safe and walked inside something that looked like an abandoned school a few blocks later.

The layout really looked similar to a school, he walked through the missing front door and tensed when he saw some homeless person lying on the ground with a bottle in his hand. He quickly slipped past him and chose a small locker room to rest in. He planned to move at night, the time when his skin would not be as visible and people would stop with that silly sunbathing spree, making him look a lot less suspicious. For now, he just used [Merge] and tried to ignore the sun outside, he would have to live like a night creature for a time.

"Good night." He whispered for just himself and wondered how Nitarja ended up, probably not well with no notable abilities. He gave her five seconds of silence and fell asleep shortly after.