Dark Magus Returns

849  What It Takes To Become A Deleter

The creation of the Deleters was something that the Alter organization saw as a must. It was something that everyone believed was needed to proceed with their goal. For one, to protect the world that they currently resided in, Pagna.

It wasn't their world, and they were visitors, so they wished to put away artifacts powerful enough to affect the world of Pagna. It was a just cause that allowed them to save many lives.

However, the organization would also know, there would be many that disagreed with that, and even in Alter, there would be those that might change sides, or decide that the goal they strived towards was no longer just.

Because of all of this, the Deleters had been created. They, at times, needed to stop powerful artifacts that had already gotten into the hands of those in Pagna. Perhaps powerful clans that had them.

Or stop even Otherworlders who had their hands on such items. If an Otherworlder had these items, it would mean they too would be incredibly powerful. So in turn, the Deleters, the strongest forces in Pagna, were created.

It was their way of somewhat fighting fire with fire.

However, giving Otherworlders such power, they also needed to be careful, which was why the Deleters' selection process was grueling and wasn't something that just anyone could go through.

There were rumors within Alter as to what the process was, and only those that tried to become one knew the truth. Scar, being one of these Deleters, knew the truth of what he had to go through.

At the large mushroom base known as Alter, Scar was in the canteen area gathering his food as he did every day. He had grabbed his metal tray and allowed for the slop to be served.

Right after, he looked around before deciding to take a seat at a table where two individuals were already sitting down. One man wearing a beret on his head, and another wearing a long trench coat.

Scar sat down with the others and began digging into his food.

"I heard there was a bit of a problem on your last mission," Marcus said. "At least that's what Himmy told me."

"Yeah, just go ahead and throw me under the bus," Himmy replied. "I just had to do some investigation to see if anyone saw anything, but don't worry, it was no big deal."

Scar took another slop of food before swinging his head back and letting out a big sigh. "Those from Alterian are quite annoying. The damn mage was using his powers left, right, and center. I followed the procedures and told him everything about Alter."

"I guess there was really no choice; I heard he even attacked a few civilians as well," Marcus said.

"Not all people that come to Pagna are good people. They'll take advantage of their powers."

"It was a hard one, but I managed to finally take him out in the end," Scar replied.

"Hey, you did better than I would," Marcus replied. "Even though we're all from the same world, I know I wouldn't like to have to fight these mages. I guess it's why when there's a troublesome one, they ask you and your group to take them out; you seem to have a knack for it."

"I never liked it though, taking out someone who might just be scared," Himmy stated. "It just doesn't sit right with me. Besides, don't you have a family in Pagna? You should be more careful. You can reject these types of jobs, you know, or let your squad deal with it rather than you personally."

"That's why I have to do this," Scar replied. "Because I have a family. The whole point of doing what we do is to protect the people of Pagna. More and more Otherworlders and artifacts are appearing every day. I have to look out for my family."

The group continued to eat and chat. They weren't part of the same squads in Alter, but because they were from the same world, they got on and went on reminiscing about the past.

That was until Scar revealed something. "I didn't have a good life back there. Unlike you guys, I never want to go back."

"Well, I can see why you say that now you have a family and all," Himmy said.

But Scar shook his head. "It's not that. Back in my world, unlike you two, I wasn't a detective, I wasn't in the army. I wasn't serving the world or my country. If anything, everyone said I was a bum. I had no job." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"They called me a leech for feeding off the government's system just to survive. But I tried. I applied for jobs every day, every second, but everyone would give me this judging look. Then, as time went on, and I went unemployed longer, things just got harder."

"People asked why so much time had passed without work. As I got older and time went on, it was harder, and even more people called me a leech. I couldn't meet my friends; I couldn't meet my family because each time they would ask me the question. 'Has Scar found a job yet? What's Scar up to?' While all of them would be talking about the things they did, the accomplishments they made. They liked having me there because at least the one person working at a fast food restaurant could feel better about themselves because they were above me."

The other two stayed quiet for a while. It wasn't the first time that Scar had talked like this. He had gone on about how much he hated life in his own world.

It was then that Himmy gave him a little slap on the back. "Well, no one is saying you have to leave Pagna. You have a job, and you're good at it here, and you have a family. So forgive us if we talk about home from time to time; not all of us have fitted in so well to Pagna like you."

It was then that Scar smiled, and both Himmy and Marcus were ready to continue eating when Scar revealed something to them.

"I've decided, I'm going to take the trial to become a Deleter," Scar revealed, causing Marcus and Himmy to instantly stop eating.