Sword Pop Culture LitRPG Chapter: 10

 

Chapter 10 - Mentos The Scrap Diver Faced With Judgment Day

 

“There you are, mate.”

Hao finally found his friend Mentos near the base of the water tower. Mentos was a burly man with powerful muscles, a result of the hard work he put into his Scrap Diving profession. His attire was practical, consisting of durable clothing with multiple pockets and tools attached. His impressive Mohawk hairstyle and the tattoos that adorned his arms gave him a rugged appearance. Despite his rough exterior, Mentos had a warm and welcoming demeanour.

"Yo, what's up Mentos?" Hao greeted his friend, who was engrossed in sorting out some valuable metals he had retrieved from Katana Creek. Mentos looked up from his work, surprised to see Hao but happy to take a break.

“Vee, what are you doing here, mate? This isn’t your usual hour.” Said Mentos while wiping his brow.

“I have something extremely important to tell you.”

Hao was insistent that they talk in private, so he dragged Mentos away from his work, taking him around the corner by some massive pipes. The area was quieter, but Hao still felt uneasy, glancing around nervously.

"We can't talk here, let's go somewhere more private," Hao whispered, his voice tense.

Mentos furrowed his brow, intrigued by Hao's unusual behaviour but also concerned. "Alright, this better be important," he grumbled, leading Hao to his home.

Mentos' humble abode was situated atop the water tower, providing a vantage point that allowed him to monitor the ever-changing currents of Katana Creek. He had built his home in this strategic location to quickly capitalize on the rare and valuable metals that would occasionally wash up on the riverbanks. They climbed a rickety set of stairs, feeling the gentle sway of the tower as they ascended.

The house itself was a modest structure made primarily of rusted metal sheets, barely spacious enough for a man of Mentos' stature. It was evidence of his resourcefulness and dedication to his craft. As they approached the entrance, a small creature that seemed to be a cross between a cat and a lizard lazily stirred from its nap atop a barrel. The creature blinked its large, curious eyes before stretching and returning to its slumber.

“Go right ahead, my door is open.” While Mentos ushered Hao inside, he grumbled about the Blade Tokens he was missing out on while away from work. "This better be worth the hassle." He said.

Hao scanned his friend, and replied, "It is."

The door to Mentos' home creaked open, revealing a cluttered yet cosy space. Upon entering, Hao took Judgment Day from his back and placed it onto the table.  The time had come for Hao to share the secret he carried with his best friend, hoping that together they could face whatever challenges come what may.

"What is this about? You got yourself another sword," Mentos said, his curiosity piqued, but his eagerness to return to work made him impatient for an explanation.

"This isn't just any ordinary sword," Hao replied, positioning himself before the table. With an air of impending hype, he slowly unwrapped the covering he'd placed around the X-Class sword.

As the scabbard of Judgment Day was revealed to Mentos, Hao began to explain the sword's existence. “Brace yourself, what I’m about to tell you will be shocking…”

“Hurry it up.” Mentos listened to his story. At first, he expressed disbelief, but Hao persisted, showing him a document he'd taken from his mother's study long ago. The document was contained in a device known as an S-Catalogue.

The S-Catalogue was shaped like a miniature broadsword with a retractable design. Its outer shell was a light green material, resembling a thin plastic, while the inner content was blue with lighter writing. When the S-Catalogue was fully unsheathed, the blue part expanded into a larger, easy-to-read screen.

Mentos examined the S-Catalogue, his expression unsettled as he took in the information. The visual representation he saw had him baffled, it was close in semblance to the item resting on his table. "Huh, this can't be…" shock registering on his face. He lost his balance and fell back onto his buttocks.

“Are you ok?” Hao quickly moved to help his friend to his feet.

In a flurry of panic, Mentos hurriedly closed the doors and windows, ensuring no one could eavesdrop on their conversation. His actions betrayed the fear that had taken hold of him at the sight of Judgment Day and the information he'd just discovered.

"Hao, how did you get your hands on that sword?" Mentos asked, terrified. He stared at Judgment Day from a distance, his back pressed firmly against the wall as if trying to merge with it. His body was shaking with unease.

"It's like this," Hao said, recounting the events that led to him acquiring the sword. As he spoke, Mentos's heart galloped, feeling as if it might burst from his chest. He couldn't believe what Hao was telling him. "You robbed the Imperial Storehouse! Are you insane?" Mentos hollered in shock.

"Shush! Keep your voice down," Hao warned, covering his friend's mouth quickly.

The conversation continued, with Mentos pleading, "You need to give it back. That weapon is cursed. Do you know how many people it has killed, and how many cities it has laid waste to? Why do you think it's called Judgment Day?"

Hao replied, attempting to ease his friend's concern. "I understand your worries, Mentos, but I didn't take this sword without reason. I believe it can help us in our fight against the oppressive regime that has been stirring up lately. It's not the sword that's cursed, but rather the people who have wielded it in the past with ill intent."

“Oppressive regime my ass. I know you, Vee, you’re very selfish.” Despite Hao's words, Mentos couldn't shake his fear. "I'm not ready to be punished for my friend's foolishness. Please, God, spare me," he exaggerated, hands clasped together in prayer. Hao told him to calm down.

Still panicking, Mentos paced around the room, trying to come to terms with the current situation. He feared the Optimum Security Division or Imperial Hounds would burst through his door at any moment and lock his ass up. Desperate for information, he checked the media to see if there was any news of the Imperial Storehouse getting robbed. "Huh, that's odd," he muttered, finding nothing. "Why is there no report yet?"

Hearing this, Hao surmised, "Maybe they don't want the word to get out. If you think about it, nobody knew they had hold of Judgment Day this whole time. So imagine the uproar it would cause if the public knew it was stolen by a nameless Blade Engineer. It would be catastrophic. I can imagine many shady characters wanting to get their hands on this X-Class sword."

Mentos shouted at Hao, "You're shady too! Oh my God, I can't believe you've roped me into this mess!" As he bit his nails and pulled at his hair, his panic escalated, feeling as if a heart attack was imminent. Seeing his friend's distress, Hao quickly fetched him a glass of water from the kitchen, hoping to calm him down and prevent a full-blown meltdown.

“Here drink up. This should make you feel less agitated.”

“Give it here.” Mentos took the cup of water and gulped it down like there was no tomorrow. The wetness was spilt all over his frightened face.

A few minutes later, both Hao and Mentos gathered around the small, rickety table, the X-Class sword—Judgment Day, resting ominously between them. Their uneasiness was felt between each other, with the ambience tense as they exchanged worried glances, however, Hao’s way of glancing was quite different, his Vibe Edge was his eyes. The sheer presence of the sword seemed to cast a darkness over the room, as though it were a living, breathing entity with a will of its own.

Mentos nervously drummed his fingers on the table, eyeing the sword with a mix of curiosity and fear. Clearing his throat, he looked at Hao and said, "So, have you taken a peek under the hood yet?"

Hao shook his head, frustration creeping into his voice. "I tried, but this thing won't budge. It's like it is sealed shut or something." As he spoke, he recalled his earlier attempts to unsheathe the sword, each time met with an unyielding resistance that bordered on the supernatural.

"Let me have a go at it," suggested Mentos, his voice wavering slightly.

"Are you sure?" Hao asked, his concern for his friend evident.

Mentos swallowed hard. "No pressure," he muttered, mostly to himself.

The suspense in the room climbed to its peak, meanwhile, Mentos reached out a trembling hand towards the sword, his fingers hovering mere inches from the weapon's dark, foreboding scabbard. His eyelids twitched, and sweat dripped down his face as though he were about to make contact with something far more dangerous than he could comprehend.

Hao, in the interim, was listening to Mentos's erratic heartbeat and tuning into the subtle vibrations in the air. He could sense the fear and anticipation radiating from his friend, and it only served to heighten his own apprehension. The room seemed to hold its breath, time slowing to a crawl as Mentos's hand inched ever closer to the sword. Yet, just as his fingertips were about to brush against the scabbard, an intrusive presence caused him to hesitate, leaving the weapon untouched and the tension in the room unresolved.