Disclaimer: I own Arhain, my system and not much else.

Important: I've seen a lot of people complaining about the boss fight in the last chapter. However, it wasn't the real Avengers, think of it more like video game AI given a nerfed skill set of theirs. The real Avengers would curb stomp Arhain easily. So I nerfed them as impossible fights are bad game design.

The next day I walk to the Great Hall for breakfast, the rest of Slytherin having already left a few minutes before me. I enter the hall and take a seat at the house table, quickly grabbing the bacon, eggs and links for my breakfast.

As I'm eating my meal, a massive owl lands before me, holding its leg out with a letter attached. I remove the letter, and offer the owl a small piece of bacon, before it flies away. Just as I'm about to open the letter I'm interrupted by someone further down the table.

"Why is mother writing to you," Blaise shouts over to me, standing up with a look of indignation. I tuck the letter into my pocket carefully to avoid crumpling it, before turning back to my food.

"I asked you a question," the small brat shouts again, I can feel the rest of the houses looking at us. I was content to ignore the idiot. But he had the audacity to stomp over to me and try to grab the letter out my pocket.

Quick as a striking snake I grab his wrist and squeeze, not hard enough to break anything, but enough to bruise and cause pain.

"Listen here you little brat, I don't know why your mother decided to write to me, but it is none of your concern. If she decides to tell you that's perfectly fine , but you aren't entitled to know about private conversations, understand," I hiss out at him, he nods jerkily, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Well piss off," I let go of his wrist and he almost stumbles and falls in his hurry to leave and take his seat. Once the rest of the house stop stealing glances at me, I pull out the letter and pop open the purple wax seal.

A faint perfume wafts from the letter, without my enhanced senses it would have been nigh impossible to make out. I wonder what this is about.

To My Husband's Murderer

My name is Adrastia Zabini, and you are a remarkable hitman. My husband had many enemies, and his study was warded to survive fiendfyre, yet you got past all of that with ease.

I would like to meet with you and discuss a potential business arrangement. I will be in the muggle coffee shop, at 66 Great Titchfield Street at 12PM. If this interests you, meet me here.

Yours,

Adrastia Zabini.

Well, isn't that interesting, The Black Widow wants to talk to me. This has potential to be interesting.

As soon as it is polite I get up and head back to the dorms, summoning my clone when in private. I quickly dress in casual clothes, the dragonhide trousers, which thankfully look more like dark jeans than leather, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket.

Once ready I sneak out into the forest, it's truly massive, spanning acres and acres of land, most of it uncharted due to the creatures that live in its depths. As soon as I would be out of sight of Hogwarts I summon my wings and fly up, quickly reaching the clouds to use as cover.

I continue to fly down to London, unable to go at my max speed since it would be unwise to create a sonic boom while over any country.

I cast a disillusionment charm on myself as I angle myself downwards, landing in an alley nearby to the coffee shop.

I enter the coffee shop, and quickly buy a latte from the counter. I spy a woman sitting alone at the corner of the room, and I make my way over to her when [Observe] reveals her to be Adrastia.

I take the seat opposite of her, and smile. She looks at me and says "I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone, that seat is taken."

I raise an eyebrow, "Are you sure, I hear I'm quite the hit with women, especially those without their husbands." Her eyes widen slightly as she realises what I'm trying to imply.

She gives a bright smile and nods, "Then by all means, take the seat." I take a sip of my coffee as I look over the woman.

Long wavy dark hair, ebony skin, chocolate brown eyes, she was a beautiful woman. And combined with the dress she was wearing, skin tight, with a large dip at her breasts giving me a decent view, I can see how she managed to seduce 7 men and steal their fortunes.

"So, what I'm wondering is how you managed to kill my husband, he knows of my reputation, and as such his study was warded to to the high heavens to be impossible to cast magic without his permission, and who put you up to it?" She blatantly asks me.

"Simple, I used a muggle sniper rifle, by-passing the protections he created, as for my employer. Well, that's for me to know, not for you." If she thinks someone hired me to kill her husband, well I'm okay with that. "But I thought you wanted me here due to a business arrangement you had."

She gives me a small smile, "How very professional, very well. My husband has a small… gang I suppose you could call it, that operated in the muggle world. Money Laundering, loans, smuggling, nothing too outrageous, but it was how he earned a fair amount of his wealth. With his death, I should have become the sole inheritor of this group, but they do not like the idea of a woman leading them, and taking what they see at their money. I will give you the location his little group operates out of, and I want them all dealt with, permanently."

I mull over the proposition for a moment. Killing a gang wouldn't be difficult, quite the opposite in fact. I drink the last of my coffee before asking, "What am I getting out of this?"

Her eyes gain a triumphant look, as she leans back and smirks, "Twenty-five thousand Galleons, and I let my associates in the less savoury parts of the world know about the new master assassin I hired to kill my husband and deal with his gang."

I don't need to think very hard, that's a lot of money, and gaining a reputation as an assassin could potentially be a massive boon for me.

"Very well, I'll do it, give me the location and a way to contact you when it's finished. It should be done by the end of the day," I tell her, taking in her raised eyebrow. Clearly she doesn't think I can do it that quickly, guess I'll just have to prove her wrong.

She pulls out a card from a bag she pulled from underneath the small table, and a pen. Quickly scribbling on the plain back of it, she slides it over to me, "Here, my phone number is on there, as well as my floo address if you insist on contacting me magically. On the back is the address. I'll hopefully talk to you soon."

She gets up and begins to leave the store, my eyes following the sway of her ass as she goes. I get up myself, lifting the card and leaving.

I walk through the streets of London, eventually coming to a phone store. I head inside and deal with the tedious process of buying a phone and contract.

Luckily, Sebastian done some magic fuckery that made the money come out of my inventory saving me the need for a bank account.

The store clerk brings me out the latest iPhone I blink. There's 11 of the things now, god damn. I slip the over priced thing into a bag and leave.

Stuffing the bag into my inventory, I begin walking through London, eventually coming across the street I need to be on.

Turns out the gang works out of an old industrial warehouse, how original. At least it was out of the way so I won't have to deal with nosy civilians.

As I'm formulating the best method of attack, a notification pops up, telling me the [Twin Form] upgrade quest was complete. Excellent, now I have a spare form if I need one.

I use [Thermal Vision] and count all the bodies inside. 10 people, one of which was slumped over, and seemed to be tied up, a hostage perhaps. Hmm, no matter, I can deal with them when the thugs are dealt with.

The hostage was on the top floor, along with two others, one of them sitting in the same room as the tied up figure. The other was in a different room across the small corridor. Three more were on the floor below that, walking around frequently, doing god knows what. The last four where on the ground floor, moving around what appeared to be crates.

I begin to pull out my guns before stopping, might as well make this a challenge, kind of. I put the pair of pistols back into my inventory, pulling out my tanto, deciding to do this stealthily. There may be instances later on when I need to go without guns, so might as well practice sneaking and stabbing.

I make my way over to the entrance, giving the handle a twist, I find the door to be locked, and my other form has my wand so I can't use magic currently. Looking around I spot a window near the roof of the building, left ajar. Thank you LCK stat.

I began to scale the side of the building, the old bricks made poor hand holds, but they were sufficient. Could I have flown, yes, but on the off chance I was spotted I would rather not give away all my skills. Reaching the window I look inside.

Not seeing anyone I lightly jump in. I seem to be on the second floor. Hearing movement along the corridor I begin to make my way to the sound, my footsteps inaudible to normal people. Ahead of me is a short man, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette.

Staying out of sight, I sneak over to him, before slicing through his neck with my blade, killing him instantly.

Level Up x7

Skills Gained:

[Archer]

You understand how to aim and shoot bows and crossbows, being able to hit targets.

[Favoured Enemy]

You have gained knowledge of a certain race after hunting them for years.

You gain a 1.25x Damage bonus against your Favoured Enemy.

You can expend 150MP to tell if any of your favoured enemies are within a 1 mile radius.

Spells Learned:

[Hunters Mark]

200 MP to cast

Duration: 1 hour

Casting this on a creature within range you gain a 1.5x Damage modifier to the target.

[Alarm]

150 MP to cast

Duration: 8 Hours

You set an alarm in an area no larger than a 20ft cube warning against unwanted intrusion. You can designate what creatures won't trip the alarm when it has been cast.

[Fog Cloud]

200 MP to cast

Duration: Up to 1 Hour

You create a 20ft radius sphere of fog centred at a point to your choosing. The sphere spreads around corners and it's area is heavily obscured for creatures that rely on sight.

Huh, nice. Looking through the enemy list, I choose Humans as my [Favoured Enemy]. It pretty much included all human-like races such as wizards and mutants, as long as it was primarily human. Since I'm mainly going to deal with humans and wizards, I thought it was the safest choice.

[Fog Cloud] especially is useful, I don't need to see with my [Blindsight] so I can use it to blind people and kill them easily.

I stuff the corpse into my inventory, and continue along, I find another person carrying several papers, a stairwell ahead of him, clearly going to take the papers to someone.

I surge behind him, grab his head in both hands and twist, his neck snapping like a branch with a crack as the body slumps. I shove it into my inventory before heading up the stairs staying beside the wall to prevent creaking.

Level Up x2

I pressed myself against the door behind which was the tied up person and the other one. I knock the door gently and hear shuffling behind it. The door opens to reveal a bald man who has a moment to realise I'm not one of his gang before my blade is stuck through his heart.

I pull it out and flick the blood off as the body drops with a loud thud. I looked over the room, it seemed to be a standard office if you ignored the large cage with the tied up person inside. I started to walk over when I felt something press into my back, a wand.

I smirk, before twirling around, my tanto flashing and cutting through the mans throat. The person brought his other hand up to stem the bleeding before dropping down, slowly dying. I pick up the wand and pocket it. Always handy to have an intractable spare wand.

I put the corpse in my inventory when I notice a Gatcha Token lying in the pool of blood. Handy, I pocket it before activating [Thermal Vision, I see 5 people on the ground floor, all of which seem to be grabbing weapons before heading up here, I guess the last person warned them. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

Sheathing my blade and pulling out my guns, I run down at a sprint towards the group coming up the stairs. [Armour Piercing, combined with the regular weapon damage is enough to kill the idiots quickly. I stuff the corpses into my inventory, before heading back up to the office.

Level Up x3

Skills Gained:

[Primeval Awareness]

Cost 500 SP

You gain the knowledge of the presence and direction of any hostile creatures within 1 mile of your position. This does not tell you precise location or number of creatures.

[Favoured Enemy Addition]

Choose an additional Favoured Enemy.

Spells Gained:

[Longstrider]

500 MP to cast

Pick one willing creature including yourself to cast this on. The target has double movement speed for 15 minutes.

[Spike Growth]

450 MP to Cast

The ground in a 20-foot radius centered on a point within range twists and sprouts hard spikes and thorns. When a creature moves into or within the area, it takes 150 piercing damage for every 5 feet it travels

[Silence]

400 MP to Cast

For the duration, no sound can be created within or pass through a 20-foot-radius sphere centered on a point you choose within range. Any creature or object entirely inside the sphere is immune to thunder damage, and creatures are deafened while entirely inside it. Casting a spell that includes a verbal component is impossible there.

I grin as I see the [Spike Growth] spell, combine that with a spell that forces you to slide forward and it can become a formidable weapon. Entering the office I move over to the cage, seeing a thick padlock holding it shut, I shrug, before grabbing it and ripping it off. The metal bending and snapping against my strength.

Inside is an unconscious woman, in her early twenties, blonde hair in pigtails. She seems oddly familiar so I [Observe] her.

Harleen Quinzel

Aka Harley Quinn

Status Effect: Unconscious

Lvl: 27

HP: 370

MP: 000

Wait, Harley Quinn, oh shit, Sebastian does this mean DC is in this verse somehow. Oh Shit, oh fuck.

No, I'm uncertain how Miss Quinn is here, but I detect no other being from DC. My guess is meddling from a higher power.

Okay, that isn't so bad, I slump down into the seat behind the desk and lean my forehead against it. I sigh, before sitting up and beginning to go through the masses of paperwork on the desk. Most of it was simply about the business deals they had done, but a few had contacts that I could use so I took them for my own.

Bringing out my phone I tap in the number of Adrastia, the phone rings for a few moments before she answers. I jump in before she gets a chance to speak.

"It's me, I've dealt with your little problem." I say quickly, I have a new issue I need to deal with now in the form of Harley and I want to get to it.

5 Aff with Adrastia Zabini [005/100]

For being competent and reliable.

"Oh, that is good news, I didn't expect it to be done so quick, I'm going to head over to the warehouse in a few, will you be there?" She asks.

"No I have other business to attend to, I do expect the money to be transferred to my vault by tonight however, Vault 666, understand?"

She lets out a huff, "Oh very well, but I do wish you would stay, we could get to know each other so much more." She practically is purring at this point.

"Goodbye," I hang up the phone before bringing Harley out of the cage. She was surprisingly light, of course that could just be my strength making this far easier. "Ug, take us back to Dravenson House."

There's a crack as my elf takes us back to the house I bought. It was spotless, but rather bare, aside from the plain furnishings there were no decorations or anything personal, I guess I can deal with that myself.

I carry up the unconscious woman to one of the bedrooms, placing her on the plain bed. "Ug, keep an eye on her, as soon as she begins to walk, get me." The small elf that was trailing behind me from when I got here gives a bow.

"Will this one be staying with us Master." He croaks out, I think it over for a moment before shrugging. The elf nods before I walk out.

I begin walking through the house before eventually coming to the office. It was a large room, a fireplace along one wall, the other had a bookshelf embedded along half of it. There was a desk and chair sitting in front of a window facing out over the mountains in the distance.

I sit in the uncomfortable chair, immediately deciding to find some better furniture for this place, before pulling out the Token I got from the gang. I snap, but curiously I don't get an item or power in my hands, it goes fraught into my inventory.

Item Added:

[Branch Of Yggdrasil]

Legendary Artifact

A large branch from the legendary Tree of Life, Yggdrasil. Can be used in the crafting of magical items by a master level craftsman.

I feel my jaw drop as I see what I gained, a branch from the FUCKIN WORLD TREE, like, wow. I now understand why it went straight into my inventory, it would probably be too large to have it appear physically.

I immediately go through the production classes before picking [Blacksmith, I want to be able to use this if I need a new weapon.

Secondary Class Added:

[Blacksmith]

Gain 2 STR and END per level.

Okay, now I guess I need a forge if I ever want to make stuff, but how the fuck am I supposed to do that?

Providing you own the property, you can enter 'Build Mode' to edit it as you desire in exchange for Credits.

Well, isn't that useful, thank you Game. I immediately jump into the 'Build Mode' and buy a forge, putting it into a small barn I create beside the main house. It cost a lot to do, around 50K credits, but I think it could pay off in the end.

I look through my inventory, looking for any forgotten items, when I pull out the Familiar Egg I bought in Harran. I had totally forgotten about it due to my coma thing.

A notification pops up.

Familiar Egg is ready to hatch.

Accept/Decline

I immediately hit accept, I want a pet. The Egg begins to crack, as a thin reedy chirp begins to sound from the being within. A head pokes out, a long horn on the nose, above a mouth filled with needle sharp teeth. The entire thing was covered with metallic scales and sharp spines.

I recognise what it is as the egg shell fades into nothing, a Razorwhip from How To Train Your Dragon. These things are incredible, extremely satisfied with this as my new familiar. I [Observe] it to see it's stats.

Razorwhip

Arhains Familiar

Lvl: 0

HP: 100

MP: 75

STR: 2

END: 2

DEX: 6

INT: 3

WIS: 2

CHA: 4

LCK: 2

It opens a single azure eye, and looks at me, before closing it and curling up in my lap. I slowly begin stroking it, feeling the warmth emanating from its body, I avoid the sharp spines, not wanting to cut my hand.

10 Aff with Razorwhip [010/100]

For petting her.

I smile softly at the message, okay, so you're a girl, guess I need a name for you then. As I'm brainstorming ideas, Ug appears in the room.

"Master, the female you brought is beginning to wake." He once more disappears as I stand up, carrying my new dragon with a single arm as I head to the room I stored Harley in. I wonder how this will end.

So, I'm looking for new names for Arhains new familiar. A Female Razorwhip dragon fro. HTTYD. I will pick the best one and the person will get a shout out in the next chapter.

I am a member of The Dark Wolf Shiro's discord, I can be found there. If you haven't yet, join and talk to us, we have Shiro, Mirlnir and AgelessReaper all there as well.

Link is discord .gg/ k3jTZB9

Arhains Stats

Name: Arhain Dravenson

Title - Unkillable

LVL - 262

Class - [Ranger] - Lvl 12/100 [84%]

Second Class - [Blacksmith] - Lvl 0/50 [0%]

Race - Wizard/ Phoenix Hybrid

Rank - Mortal

Damage Absorption: Fire

Damage Immunity: Radiant

HP -18,780 [500/Second]

MP -18,720 [2,760/30 Seconds]

SP -18,780 [3,160/ 30 Seconds]

STR - 469

END - 316

DEX - 1358

INT - 624

WIS - 276

CHA - 312

LCK - 550

This is an Omake inspired by Hoovy from the Discord. It isn't canon, I just thought it was funny and wrote it out.

Ralof POV

I glare at the audacity of the elf tied up before me, the fucking prick. The thing had the balls to kill a nord, a son of Skyrim before Jarl Ulfric and my fellow Stormcloaks, then lead up into an Imperial ambush, leading to all of our deaths. My only consolation was the elf was going to die for his crimes as well.

I choke back a snarl as the elf smirks at me, shaking his head to remove his white hair from his eyes.

"You know, a painting would last longer, maybe get one if you are that enamoured by my looks," the elf says, in a strange accent, close to that of a nords, but not quite. I turn my head away from him, not wanting to look at it anymore.

The horse thief beside me, looks at my Jarl, and comments, "And what's wrong with him, huh?"

I snap at him, "Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." The elf snorts at that.

"That man is no more the High King than I am, he is an Oathbreaker and a coward. Abusing a power like the Thu'um since he was too much of a coward to fight fair." The elf smirks at me, I can feel a vein in my neck ready to pop with anger.

The thief begins to panic, realising that if Ulfric is captured, it likely means death to all of us, I try to comfort him, reminding him to think of home, but that only spurs him to begin begging the Divines to somehow help him.

As the carts trundle through the gates of Helgen, I begin to reminisce of the good old days, remembering how safe the walls made me feel as a boy, the mead that Vilod made with juniper berries.

As the carts come to a halt, the thief begins to panic further, proclaiming his innocence, so I spit at him, "Face your death with courage thief."

As the Imperial officers begin to direct me and my fellow Stormcloaks to the block, the thief tries to convince the officer to release him, before attempting to run. The archers shoot him down before he gets far.

As the elf joins us, Tullius comes over to Ulfric. "Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helena call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne. You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace."

A roar echoes across the land, causing people to look up to the sky, asking what it was. Tullius tells the assembled group to ignore it and continue.

A priestess of Arkay begins to give us our last rights, before Thalfdir interrupts them, going forward and standing before the block. The Imperial Captain forces him to kneel, and presses his head against the block.

A meaty thud sounds out as the axe separates his head from his shoulders. The captain calls out, "Next up, the elf," before his ring, set with a strange yellow gem flashes as the sun hits it, the captain shakes her head slightly before saying, "Actually, Jarl Ulfric, you first."

I watch in horror as my Jarl is pressed down on the block. There was some commotion around the town as a dragon, a beast of legend lands on the large tower before which the executions were taking place.

This was it, our chance to escape while the Imperials were occupied with the threat, it was a sign from Talos. A flash catches my eye as the elf is free of his bonds, holding a strange item of metal, a long pole, aimed at the dragon's head. A Staff of some sort?

There is a click, as a beam of light shoots from the strange staff, hitting the head of the dragon. The mighty beast begins to burn away, a golden light swirling skywards. Everyone looks to the strange elf, who shoulders his unusual staff, giving a cocky grin.

"Well, that should keep him away for a few centuries, I'll be back then to deal with him again." The elf states, as he vanishes with a pop.

The Imperials were shocked, but quickly got back in order. I watch in sadness as Jarl Ulfric was executed as a common criminal, instead of liberating Skyrim and her people as he was destined to do so.

My last view was off the heads of my fellow Stormcloaks and my Jarl, before the headsman removes my head from my body, and I die.