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This page is for the adventures of my OC, His Excellency, President for Life, Field Marshal Ishimoto Doctor Sakimkaki, VC, DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Seas and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular, also known as Admiral General Ishimoto Sakimkaki. He is the best and everyone else on the wiki is the worst.

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Description: Undead cosmic demonicvampire succumbus overlord. long black hair which covers their eyes. their parents are dead and they have a dark and mysterious past they don't like to talk about. Anime Physiology, no nose, neon hair, huge eyes, and eyebrows which float above your hairline 

Personality: they are lone wolves and shy, but nice when you get to know them. This is because both Ishimoto's parents died when he was only a baby, and he was raised by a gang of rogue wolves to be a shadow assassin. They like friends, puppies, happiness, and rainbows. They dislike rape, concentration camps, genocide, nazis, hitler, fortnite, and liberals. Ishimoto is gay and friendly to all LGBTQIA+, and he likes having sex with men.

Bio: Dark and mysterious past, parents died when he was young. Both Ishimoto's parents died when he was only a baby, and he was raised by a gang of rogue wolves to be a shadow assassin.  Graduated from Bruce U's University of Uganda (UUU) with M.A. in Homicide and PhD. in Genocide, minor in usage of the Decapitation Station, Shoe Farming, and Watermelon Factor Operation (WFO).

Weaknesses: will always save their friends, will always try to defeat enemies, is impossible to defeat
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Powers (Abridged Version, not Full): Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Conceptual Manipulation (Concept Control, Concept Destruction, Concept Creation, Conceptual Attacks, Abstraction), Space-Time Manipulation, Plot Manipulation (Author Authority), Regeneration (True-Godly), Reality Warping, Void Manipulation, Transduality (Type 4), Summoning, Shapeshifting, Multiplication, Acasusality (Temporal Constance), Absorption (Biological, Power, Elemental, Energy, Soul), Immortality (10), Cosmic Awareness, Invulnerability, Matter Manipulation, Antimatter Manipulation, Quantum Manipulation, Extrasensory Perception, Enhanced Senses, Darkness Manipulation, Absolute Pie Manipulation, Absolute Goth Girl Negation, Death Manipulation Negation (Beyond Death), Conceptual Omnipotent Beyond Concept of Omnipotent (Negation and Embodiment), Absolute Joke Negation, Law Manipulation, Physics Manipulation, Holy Manipulation (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 and is modified for one of the same reasons of Unholy Manipulation and because it is perfected.), Soul Manipulation, can manipulate all types of magic, including all other types of them as easily as an extremely small movement of an eye with will effortlessly, Mind manipulation, has immunity to erasure from every possible reality (including realities that are nonexistent, prevented, impossible to materialize, etc) from the entire verse itself, can resurrect himself or others and multiply their physical strength, powers, capabilites, durability, and so on as many times fold as he pleases, Durability Negation (Attacking internal organs, Energy Manipulation, Matter Manipulation, Mind Control, Soul Manipulation, Information Manipulation, Space-Time Manipulation, Reality Warping, Reactive Power Level (His power rises hysterically and quickly as he fights an opponent as every nanosecond passes), Aura (Overwhelming, Catastrophe-inducing, Charismatic, Rage-inducing, Fear-inducing), Healing (Accelerating recovery), Matter Manipulation (Subatomic Level), OHK (One Hit Kill), Reactive Evolution, Reactive Power Level, Paper Manipulation, Pain Manipulation (Can create a pain that negates masochism, regeneration, immunity, invulnerability, shielding, countering, and immortality), Photographic Memory, Magma Manipulation, Memory Manipulation (Empathic, Mental, Biochemical, Information Manipulation), Empathic Manipulation, Rage Power, Morality Manipulation, Awakened Power, Morality Manipulation (Morality Control, Perception Manipulation, Complete Control), Biological Manipulation (Type 4), Blessed (Is enhanced legitimately by everything of him), Boardway Force, Time Travel, Unholy Manipulation (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. Modified to be immune to holy manipulation and have flaws removed for obviously Thanatos is truly evil and he perfected it), Vector Manipulation (Ultimate Level), Afterimage Creation, Dimensional Travel, Dimensional Storage, Speed Blitz, Spatial Manipulation, , Healing easy injuries, Healing medium and heavy injuries, Healing fatal injuries), Hellfire Manipulation, Size Manipulation (Size Enhancement, Size Reduction), Status Effect Inducement, Animated Shadow, Duplication (Instant, Flood, Temporal), Perception Manipulation (Vision, Hearing, Sensation, and Perception Amplification), Intangibility (Immaterial), Acupuncture, Precognition, Magnetism Manipulation, Body Control (Control of microparticles), Body Puppetry, Bone Manipulation, Breath Attack, Petrification, Poison Manipulation, Preparation (Education, Evolution, Information Preparation), Fusionism, Self-Sustenance (Type 3), Shapeshifting (Ideal Transformation), Social Influencing, Heat Vision, Hair Manipulation, Hacking (Can hack every verse to the real world), Technology Manipulation, Statistic Amplification, Spatial Manipulation, Glyph Creation, Fragrance Manipulation, Radiation Manipulation (Gravitational Radiation), Willpower Manipulation, Vehicular Mastery, Vibration Manipulation, Transmutation, Transformation, Toon Force, Weapon Creation, Weapon Mastery, Weather Manipulation (Changing Weather, Weather Control, Climate Control), Text Manipulation (Create/modify the reality in writing a book), Thread Manipulation, Underwater Breathing, Zero-Dimensionality, Water Walking, Water Manipulation, Telepathy, Damage Transferal, Damage Boost, Elasticity, Absolute Zero, Information Analysis, Pocket Reality Manipulation, Sealing, Chain Manipulation, Electricity Manipulation, Meta Ability Creation, Laser Emission, Age Manipulation (Aging Immunity, Age Absorption), Air Manipulation (Aerokenetic Constructs, Air Generation, Air Negation).

Story:

The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #1

General Admiral God-King Ishimoto is sitting in the corner. Face hidden under a dark hood and playing with his dagger skillfully, it's clear he wants nothing to do with anyone in this tavern. Finally, someone dares approach him.

"What's your name, boy?"

"I have many names, but please don't assume my gender, buddy", he said progressively

"How much do i need to pay so you get outta here?" He asked with imperialism

"Your currency is no more than than a bourgeoisie luxury" General Admiral God-King Ishimoto responded suavely and communistically

"is that so?" he asked with the voice of the overbearing elite, "you some kind of commie?"

"Commie?" General Admiral God-King Ishimoto laughed in a socialist voice, "you cannot fathom what I am". In the blink of an eye, General Admiral God-King Ishimoto killed all the bad people in the tavern leaving the good people alive. "Next time don't mess with me," General Admiral God-King Ishimoto said with triumph and in the voice of the people



The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #2

General Admiral God-King Ishimoto was still breathing heavily after slaying the capitalist pigs around him. But it was not for an exertion of effort: he was simply stressing his socialist laugher. It's funny, for General Admiral God-King Ishimoto, to see mortals around him, to move so precariously through their lives. Fragile, oppressed, they cannot fathom the true nature of reality, or for that matter, the full extent of his powers. General Admiral God-King Ishimoto wasn't only the arbiter of logic, he was also the very author of history, of all that was, is, and will be. In that sense, General Admiral God-King Ishimoto thought to himself progressively, his life laid upon a distinct duality of existence and determination. On the one hand, his state of existence was invariably constituted in the universe, as the universe constitutes all that is. And on the other hand, he was the arbiter of all the universe constitutes. And indeed, in that case, he lives within the universe and the universe lives within him. They are simply inseparable by logic. That is not to say, of course, that General Admiral God-King Ishimoto was inevitable, but instead that his state of existence necessarily warrants a logical duality with the universe.

General Admiral God-King Ishimoto collapsed his lunar polearm battle scythe. He looked now to those he had spared before him. He could barely speak, because he was extremely shy. And yet he managed to utter:

"I am General Admiral God-King Ishimoto. Though my parents died because they were killed by robbers many years ago, and my past is dark and mysterious, I reserve compassion for my fellow comrades". His sleek black hair covered his eye, but his eyebrows mysteriously were yet visible.

"General Admiral God-King Ishimoto," a voice of the people called from the crowd, "what will you do now? The cops are on their way, arriving directly from the subway!" he said in a narrow-minded voice.

General Admiral God-King Ishimoto laughed revolutionarily: "fuck the police coming straight from the underground" He began walking casually towards the entrance of the tavern in the gait of the working class.

"Do... do you listen to ice cube?" Another voice of the people called with oppression.

General Admiral God-King Ishimoto looked behind his shoulder and smirked: "there is no good cop and bad cop, as good and bad are naught but subjective projections of virtue. And virtue is no more than a luxury”


The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #3

As General Admiral God-King Ishimoto exited the tavern, the dreaded police force was already surrounding him. 

General Admiral God-King Ishimoto was smiling revolutionarily before, but now his lips formed a solemn straight line of the working class. “I was going to leave quietly, but I see now I must slay more pigs first,” he muttered, teeth clenched.

“Ishimoto!”, a megaphone blared oppressively from the endless sea of policemen.

“What is it you want? I was simply enjoying a drink before you and your friendos started messing with me,” General Admiral God-King Ishimoto responded charismatically.

“Sir….” The policeman holding the megaphone whispered secretly to his commissioner. “We did not hear what Ishimoto said before, but now, seeing as he is shouting, we hear him loud and clear.”

This, of course, was planned and calculated by General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: while the wicked forces of oppression were conversing, Ishimoto drew his solidified Otachi gatana and in less than a microsecond, placed it suavely back in the scabbard. As he did, the wicked forces of oppression reeled back in trepidation, awaiting their death at the hand of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto. But alas, their flinching was for naught. Nothing happened.

“Ishimoto, drop your weapon!” the megaphone blared again.

“Sir…” The policeman holding the megaphone whispered again, “your mom is calling… she’s in the hospital”

The commissioner was enraged with capitalist anger. “Hospital?! What is it?!”

“Sir, it’s a facility where sick people seek treatment, but that’s not important right now, you must go see your mom immediately, Ishimoto must have hit her with an interdimensional omnislash.”

“Give me that!” The commissioner shouted in the weight of the overbearing elite, grabbing the megaphone from the policeman’s hands.

“Ishimoto, I’m in charge here, this is your last chance to surrender!” the megaphone blared.

General Admiral God-King Ishimoto vampiri-demonically teleported behind the commissioner and calmly placed his hand on his shoulder in a threatening manner. “Do you feel in charge?” General Admiral God-King Ishimoto said in an anti-authoritarian voice.

“Activate the trap, now!” the commissioner shouted to his brainwashed capitalist minions. And before General Admiral God-King Ishimoto could react, a T-1 hyper-omnimetapotencial noncausal tractor beam froze him in place.

As Ishimoto was evilly dragged to the T-1 hyper-omnimetapotencial containment vehicle using excessive force, he shouted in a revolutionary voice to all who would hear, using his T-1 hyper-omnimetapotencial voice amplification negation: “I shall return to lead you once more. If we lose freedom here, there is nowhere else to turn to, this is the last stand on Earth!”.

The doors of the containment vehicle closed shut, as it began transporting Ishimoto to the dreaded Cliff of Insanity.



The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #4

Ishimoto was transported up the Cliffs of Insanity to the Pit of Dispair, where his solitary prison was. And for once in his life, he felt powerless. As he went by the desolate landscape of capitalistic ruin, he saw bald trees, few and far in between, their arms reaching into the heavens as if praying to a god who had stopped listening a long time ago. And at last, the vehicle transporting him stopped at the gates of the Cliffs, which loomed over it like a great beast. Tall spires jutted out from the rusted rock like jagged teeth, which Ishimoto could only assume were part of his elaborate prison. 

“Oh shit,” Ishimoto muttered dramatically in a socialist voice. As he was unloaded from the vehicle, still bound in superhyper-shackles, and great doors before him opened. From inside walked a single man.

“I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you’ll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; My name is English, your ass belongs to me. Welcome to the Pit of Dispair,” the man said imperialistically.

Guards dragged Ishimoto to through dimly lit concrete corridors into his isolation chamber and locked the door behind him.

English and a collection of guards sat together at the surveillance room for a brief moment. oppressively watching Ishimoto through their despicable cameras. 

“English,” one of the guards spoke in the voice of doubting the elite, “who is this guy?”

English laughed Brittainly, then stopped expositionally. “Ishimoto one of the few disciples of Bruce U.  He just wants to be alone to focus on vengeance. He is a commando, and a leader of the revolution, and ruthless. His specialty is capitalist pigs like us. Anywhere he is needed, he kills. There is no one better.”

Ishimoto was meanwhile sitting in a cool metal chair. Grey walls, grey ceiling, grey floor, and a single source of white blinding light which struggled to shove away the darkness which remained at the corners of the room. Any sense of time has long been washed away. But suddenly, the light gave in. It has been so long since Ishimoto saw true, raw darkness. 



The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #5

The light turned back on, and Ishimoto shut his eyes in response. “This is English, sorry, there was a mild blackout,” English said capitalistically over the intercom. “I told you not to use the toaster while using the microwave every time you te-....” The intercom closed, and silenced returned in its wake.

“Oof,” Ishimoto thought to himself revolutionarily. He tilted his head upwards, and felt the cold metal chair contacting his almost bare scalp. He has gotten used to that. Every day he wishes that his hair would grow just that much longer so he could comfortably lay his head back. The door of the room opened without a sound, and in walked a man. As he strolled into the room he barely moved his hands, or bobbed up and down, like a ghost floating.

“English...” Ishimoto called in the voice of the people. English walked to face Ishimoto. 

“Wouldn’t that be a cool superhero name?” Ishimoto asked in a fourth wall breaking voice, but received no response. He continued “What’s the latest superhero anyways? Antman?” Ishimoto scoffed slightly “Wookanda fo eva?” 

“That was the most terrible African accent,” English finally replied, with an English accent and mellow voice, but an unmistakable elitist infraction. “Many would find it quite racist these days.”

“What do you want me to do!?” Ishimoto roared, and his face twisted.

“Ishimoto, I understand your frustration. Really, I do.”

“You…” Ishimoto’s voice broke as his mind conjured images of his fallen comrades, “you took everything from me.” There was a period of silence.

“Ishimoto, you’ve only been here for a few hours, I think you’re overreacting. Who do you think you are?” English said.

“Overreacting?” Ishimoto said suavely and nonchalantly, “I’m the best ever. I’m the most brutal and vicious, and most ruthless there’s ever been. There’s no one who can stop me. I’m the best ever. There’s never been anybody as ruthless. I’m Mike Tyson, I’m Jack Dempsey. There’s no one like me. I’m from their cloth. There’s no one that can match me. My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I’m just ferocious.”

“If you’re so great, Ishimoto, why do you use your powers for evil?”

Ishimoto laughed in a working class way. “Evil? Your evil is my good. I’m Ishimoto, the destroyer of capitalism, where I go I leave nothing but communist revolutionaries, I find that good. Now tell me, how long have I sat in this chair?” 


The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #6

“Does it matter?” English responded in a capitalist union-busting voice.
“I’m just bored is all”

“I can understand that. You’ve been here for a few years.”

“No, I mean, this entire scenario I’m in, what’s the point?”

Without saying a word, English left the room. Ishimoto was confused, in a socialist way. He breathed to shout, but stopped before doing so. English came back, with another metal chair and a small metal table.

“English....” Ishimoto sighed, “where do you get all this furniture?”.

“I brought you something,” English responded, cruelly ignoring the sound of Ishimoto’s pleading cry, and Ishimoto’s question.

“A chair and a table? What do I need any of this for?”

“You’ve been here for years, Ishimoto. Don’t you need to sleep? Or eat?”

“I... I don’t know.”

“And do you keep sitting?”

Ishimoto was lost for words. He was utterly confused, and indeed, felt betrayed by the universe.

“Would you just tell me what’s going on?” Ishimoto asked.

“Yes. My job is to monitor you 15 hours a day. That leaves me with 7 hours of sleep and 2 hours of free time, which isn’t long enough to drive downtown and get a coffee, and isn’t short enough to bide my time waiting. Now your situation doesn’t seem so bad after all, does it Ishimoto? You and Professor Black, you're two of a kind, sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been, well it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Rant and rave to your heart’s content, but truthfully, I’d much rather be in your position than mine.”

Ishimoto took a long breath, considering his next words carefully. “Well shit.” He paused. “So why are we…” Ishimoto communistically gestured with his hands “doing all this?”

“I thought we’d do something to pass the time. Spice things up.”

“Why are you talking like this, English?”

English looked straight in Ishimoto’s eyes, and quietly said: “how do you know my name?”


The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #7

“You tell me your name every time you come over the intercom,” Ishimoto explained.

“Yes I do do that… It’s-”

“Procedure,” Ishimoto finished the sentence. “Are you really English?”

“As in from England?”

“Yeah”

“Why of course”

“Yeah well…” Ishimoto paused to think, and said “what’s the capital city of England?”
“London.”

“So you do know your stuff,” Ishimoto seemed impressed, in a working class way. There was a short period of silence.

“So what do you got for us English?”

“Well,” English smiled and looked around as if to make sure nobody is looking.

“Wait, what about the cameras?”

“Rebooting from the blackout.”
“So…”

English reached behind his back and pulled out a “Ges.m.b.h Glock. Effective firing range 50 meters, muzzle velocity of 375 m/s, extended round detachable box magazine. Cold blooded killer.” He gently laid it at the palm of his upturned hand.

“What...-how do you know so much about this gun?”

“It’s my job to know these things, Ishimoto

“So what are we going to do with the gun?”

“Don’t know,” English grabbed the gun and placed his finger on the trigger, practicing:

“Poor trigger safety. Don’t place your hand on the trigger until you’re ready to shoot. And when you are, press, don’t squeeze. It’s my job to know these things. 

English freezed and looked to Ishimoto. “Of course” he reanimated.

“You still have yo-” 

English froze again and explicitly removed his finger from the trigger. “There,” he said and smirked, suave as hell.

“So what are we doing with the gun? Are we going to break out?”

“No!” English seemed surprised, “no… I just thought that this is all so boring and meaningless. Surely it would be made more interesting by placing a gun on the table. He placed the gun on the small table between them. He raised his arms and in a sarcastic tone said “now you’ve got me interested.”

Ishimoto was not so nonchalant. There it was, a gun, and possibly a way out. He could maybe see Professor Black once more. It’s just laying there on the table, daring him to take it.

“You must be thinking ‘I could take this gun, shoot this guy and walk away’” English said.

Ishimoto quickly reached for the gun, and pointed it at English. His hands began to shake slightly, as his blood stream was pumped full of adrenaline, baby.

English raised his hands slowly, retaining a composed expression. “Not many people are capable of shooting a man. In an instant, all that he was, all that he is, all that he ever will be…” English spoke softly, and then paused. “Bang!” he shouted, and Ishimoto retracted, “gone.”

“Yes, but I don’t have a choice,” Ishimoto’s voice was shaking, and he was breathing heavily.

“You’ve proven my point precisely.”

“What point”

“Isn’t this more interesting? Are you not entertained? You now have direct conflict and action, is this not what you want?”

“What I want is to shoot you and run out of here, a free man.”

“We both know that’s not going to happen, Ishimoto. Place the gun on the table and we can talk.”

“If I don’t shoot you and place the gun on the table, what happens then?” Ishimoto waited for several seconds which seemed like an eternity, but received no answer. He slowly lowered the gun and placed it back on the table. Once it was there, he took a deep breath and looked up to the blinding light. 


The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #8

English lowered his hands. 

“You’re not going to take the gun?”

“No, why would I? I don’t want to shoot you. What would I do without you? Go back to chasing lame OCs off the SPWiki Discord servers? No... no! You complete me."

"You're bourgeoisie garbage who kills you money."

"We’re not so different, you and I.

“Perhaps. Why did you really do all this, English?”

English sighed, “all humans have breaking points. The French revolutionaries had them, starving children in developing nations have them, soldiers stranded in the middle of fuck-knows-where have them. I have one, and I’ve reached it, I’ve reached my breaking point.”

In the blink of an eye Ishimoto reached for the gun and shot English. “I too have a breaking point, bitch.” He ran out the door, and was immediately faced with a long and dimly lit corridor whose ceiling was littered with lights flashing in red, orange, or yellow. Ishimoto ran up the corridor. A shadow in the shape of a 195 pound caucasian guard equipped with an assault rifle and a raspy commanding voice began to creep along the concrete walls as the corridor turned. Ishimoto immediately froze.

“Who goes there,” a raspy and commanding voice asked.

“Nunya,” Ishimoto responded.
The guard walked around the turn, “nunya?”

As the guard appeared Ishimoto shot him immediately. “Nanya business bitch get the fuck outtahere kid!” The guard seemed to be around the age to be married, maybe he had a kid or two. He was only working this terribly boring job to pay the bills. It ain’t much, but it’s honest work. It’s tough to find work as a disabled veteran anyways, especially in this economy.

Ishimoto suddenly woke in a hospital bed. Realizing it was all a dream he muttered to himself “isn’t that cliche.” He chuckled and jumped out of bed into the blazing inferno of hell he is in hell because he died a terrible death as a terrible person and must suffer the consequences of his actions. It was a cold blazing inferno. Maybe not cold, just enough to feel uncomfortable wearing only a T shirt. It was chilly and kind of bright. Grey walls, grey ceiling, grey floor, a single source of white blinding light which struggled to shove away darkness which remains at the corners of the room. Ishimoto quickly utilized his paradox-negation powers to escape this wicked prison constructed by the capitalist elite. Now, back on the streets, he is ready to take revenge on the comissioner who dared be concerned for his mother, and maybe even find Professor Black.


The Adventures of General Admiral God-King Ishimoto: Chapter #9

Ishimoto progressively walked a lonely road, the only one he has ever known. He knew where it goes. In fact, Ishimoto was on his way to brood at the tavern, the only place he knows the way to, apparently, since that worked well last time. A little bell above the door rang as Ishimoto entered the tavern and walked over to the bartender. The bartender was cleaning the bar, while his sister was drinking beer in the corner, in a way that defies gender roles.

“Where is Professor Black?” Ishimoto asked in the voice of the people.

The bartender’s profound biceps twitched through the thin fabric of his pristine white T-shirt as he placed a cup down, which Ishimoto noticed but did not care about in the slightest. “Listen, man, I don’t know what you want, just please don’t kill anyone,” the bartender said.

“Kill anyone?” Ishimoto placed his elbow on the bar and elevated his head in order to better gauge the size of the bartender’s impressive biceps, just out of curiosity. “I ain’t about that no more. I’m just here for Professor Black.”

“I already told you I have no clue who you’re talking about. If there’s nothing else you want please leave without causing any trouble.” 

Ishimoto was thinking hard about the bartender, mostly about how he was acting irrationally for a comrade. Clearly something was wrong. At the corner of his eye, Ishimoto spotted a few members of the Tiger Mafia. Their burly chests were visible through their rugged clothes, which Ishimoto disregarded. As Ishimoto walked slowly to the exit of the tavern, he tipped the cup of a Tiger Mafia member.

“Hey, you spilled my drink idiot Let’s get him and teach him a lesson, boys!” The Tiger Mafia ruffian muttered.

Ishimoto instantaneously killed him and his friends, without even unsheathing his demonic kama-kunai hybrid blade. Now with their capitalist business partners dead, the wicked police force will have to arrive from the subway, and this time, the evil commissioner will not escape from Ishimoto’s wrath.

After a few minutes, a man wearing the commissioner’s outfit strolled through the door.

“Impossible... “ Ishimoto gasped, frozen in place.

Richard, the leader of the Tiger Mafia and apparently the new commissioner of the town, strolled towards the bartender.

“I specifically told you to not start a fight Ishimoto!” the bartender yelled, not realizing Ishimoto is liberating his tavern.

Richard walked past Ishimoto, and to the bartender. The bartender reluctantly put his manly palm out, as Richard dropped five pieces of cursed capitalist coins into it.

“Pleasure doing business with you. You are as good as your word,” Richard said creepily, as his Tiger Mafia goons ran in through the door. Ishimoto prepared to fight, but the Tiger Mafia goons ignored him, loading the bodies of the fallen capitalists onto a cart outside. 

“Richard, where is the real commissioner?” Ishimoto asked.

“Ah, Ishimoto. He quit his job after you murdered his wife. I am the real commissioner, as of now.” Richard smirked evilly.

“That coward… I’ll find him someday. But first I’ll slay you and your gang.”

“Hmph,” Richard walked past Ishimoto towards the exit.

“And all these dead bodies? What are they for?” Ishimoto asked, but received no response. “You’re a mad man Richard!”

“Mad?” Richard stopped, and laughed out loud. “Quite luckily!” He continued walking and exited the tavern.

What kind of fell bargain is between Richard and the people of this town? Where is Richard taking these dead bodies? What will he be doing with them? And for the love of God, who is Professor Black and where is he?

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