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Betad by Beans, Priapus, Marethyu
The Guild of Gamers: The Origin
Chapter 05: Remnants
– Shiro –
Checking my stats, I can only grin wildly as I see the changes my new power-up has provided.
Traits
Strength: E
Constitution: E
Dexterity: E
Intelligence: B
Wisdom: B
Charisma: B
Luck: A+
My physical stats haven't changed, but Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma and Luck have all gotten a noticeable boost. Especially Luck, which skyrocketed.
You're lucky I didn't set Wisdom permanently to F for that plan. It was a literal coin flip whether you, and by extension the entire multiverse, survived. Who gambles reality itself on a 50/50?
Me. And is it a gamble when I have a 100% success rate on rituals?
…you've done one ritual.
And it worked.
I really don't like you.
But you're stuck with me.
The System's silence tells me everything, and I just chuckle as I flex my new powers. I'm not a full genie, so I don't have their reality warping bullshit but it also means I don't have a lamp or compulsion to grant wishes to whoever holds it.
[Wish Granting - Minor]
As a Half-Djinn, you have a talent for granting wishes. You won't be granting grand, life-changing wishes, but you are capable of warping reality in minor ways to grant the wishes yourself or others.
It's hardly the near-limitless power of a real djinn, but that's fine because it also doesn't come with any of their rules or restrictions. It's tied to my own magic, so the stronger I get, the more I'll be able to do with my new powers.
I really wish I had a banana milkshake.
Catching it before it can fall, I smirk triumphantly as I swear I hear the System sigh, and I quickly wish my newly-tattered clothing back together. Sipping my drink, a knock at my door distracts me from taunting the System that doubted my plan as I call Jasmine in.
Entering my room, she pauses as she sees my drink, but I just give her a smug grin. She's wearing a white outfit today, as revealing as ever. In fact, I'd say the top is even thinner than usual, barely restraining her breasts as she gives me a sultry look. Any chance to get a leg-up over the others, huh? Well, I won't complain.
"You wanted to see me?" Jasmine asks with an almost hungry smile as she sits at the edge of my bed. Merida has had both Jasmine and Anna worried since she showed up, because unlike them she has the childhood friend buff and is actually useful for more than pleasure. "Are you… you look different."
"Oh? Good different or bad different?" I ask, watching her purse her lips in thought for a moment.
"Just different. It's your eyes, I think. They almost glow now, and I swear the blue is… swirling," Jasmine says as she stares at me intensely. "What did you do?"
"I turned Aladdin's fuck up into something mildly useful," I explain, pleased to see her face scrunch up in rage at the mere mention of Aladdin. "The Lamp might not have had a genie in it any more, but it was the prison of one for thousands of years. That kind of thing leaves traces, and with my own powers I've absorbed those traces into myself for a power boost."
"Then at least the rat was good for something. He keeps following me around like a bad smell, convinced that I'll suddenly remember him and not hate his existence. Even if I remembered this… storybook romance he is trying to sell, all that means is that he did manage to fool me before," Jasmine spits, tensing up with a snarl.
"I'd almost give him credit for not giving up in the face of impossible odds," I snort. His chances of fixing Jasmine's memories have dropped to zero with my power-up. "Do you want me to get rid of him? I won't send him back to certain death but he's served his purpose, there's little reason to keep him around the main house."
"Maybe. He isn't important, and if nothing else it was funny to watch his face fall as he watched me come to your room," Jasmine laughs, a sneer on her lips. "You didn't call me here to talk about Aladdin. Do you have a plan, or did you just want some company on these cold nights? I'm used to warmer weather, you know. My bed gets awfully cold, even with extra blankets."
"I'll have to do something about that, but I didn't call you here for pleasure. Work first," I tease, watching her straighten up as she realises that this is important. "Take off your clothes."
"Somewhat mixed messages, there," Jasmine points out as she reaches back and undoes her top and lets it fall, her breasts bouncing as they are freed from their silken confines. She gives me a smile as she sees me staring at her dark brown nipples, even as she rises and turns, sticking her ass out toward me as she peels her bottoms and underwear down in a single movement, shaking her curvy caramel ass at me for a moment. "Now what?"
"You remember what I said about you not being the only 'Jasmine', right?" I ask, getting a nod from her.
"I still don't fully understand it, but I think I get the gist at least. There are other Agrabahs, each with its own Jasmine. You think some have already been consumed by the curse," Jasmine repeats. I give her a small nod.
"I know they have, but strong souls aren't so easily destroyed, and while the worlds themselves may have been consumed, there are traces left of the Jasmines that lost their world. My plan is to use my magic and my new genie powers to call on those remnants to empower you," I explain.
"Why don't you just call on the remnants of you?" Jasmine asks, and for a brief moment I am annoyed at her trying to leave it all to me. "Surely they'd be stronger than alternate versions of me?"
The faith in her voice makes me almost feel a tiny bit guilty over my campaign of manipulation against her. Almost.
"I'm one of a kind, I'm afraid. I'm still not sure why, but there is only one Dreamlight Valley and only one Shiro," I explain with a small smile on my lips. "Lay down on the bed please. If this works, I plan for us to rescue your father soon before we seal the Agrabah portal."
"I trust you," Jasmine swears, lying down as requested. She's clearly nervous, but I just approach and lean down, giving her a quick kiss. "I- I'll still be me, right? I won't be replaced with some other Jasmine?"
"I'm going to put you to sleep. Don't worry, I'm not going to let their memories replace yours. That's why I wanted to make sure I had the powers of a djinn first, it'll be much easier and safer," I promise, stroking her hair as she gives me a soft smile. I whisper a sleep spell, and she doesn't resist it, falling into a deep slumber.
Resisting the urge to fuck around with her defenceless body, I focus on the task at hand. Still, there's something very alluring about her like this. Or any girl, actually.
…she very much didn't need to be naked for this.
Calling on both my Dreamlight magic and my new djinn powers, I reach out to both her soul and to the fragmented multiverse at large. I'm basically using Jasmine as the beacon, seeing what resonates with her. I keep my power between her and anything that reaches out, checking it out before I risk letting it intermingle with Jasmine's soul. I did mean my promise to her, I won't let anyone replace my Jasmine.
Not least of which is because most Jasmines are deeply in love with Aladdin. I capture those fragments, binding them to the Lamp as I use it as a discount soultrap. Sure, it blew up a little during the ritual but with the power of wishcraft, thats no real issue.
Eventually, I find something that I can work with. A particularly strong remnant with one hell of a grudge. In her world, Jafar also succeeded in usurping the throne without using Genie, simply corrupting the guards with wealth and power to turn on the Sultan. After her father's death, this Jasmine became a freedom fighter of sorts, fighting against Jafar's tyranny with guerrilla tactics to protect her people. No Aladdin, and since she doesn't know about him, I can't even guess what happened to him.
What matters is that this Jasmine could fight, she even had magic of her own, controlling the sands in small ways to cause sandstorms and cover her tracks. She was no Gaara, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. I can't stop this from affecting Jasmine's personality a little bit, but I can control what she takes. I take this Jasmine's desire to protect her people, a cornerstone of her entire life, and watch carefully as Jasmine's soul absorbs the remnant. I've stripped much of the memories and personality from it, but I'll have to watch Jasmine for noticeable personality changes. I even let her weapons regain physical form, a pair of golden daggers that appear in Jasmine's hands.
As I am about to end my multiversal mischief, I pause to myself as another Jasmine remnant passes by. Adding a second remnant to Jasmine so soon would be a foolish idea, but…
This remnant was a whore. Literally, Jafar sent her to the brothel after he won, where the particularly bratty version of the princess was trained, both in the sensual arts and in submission. Her memories are an endless life of depravity, dancing for her clients and being sold to the highest bidder.
She was really good in bed.
Ah fuck it, what could go wrong?
– Princess Jasmine –
Awakening with a gasp, she felt herself swimming in an endless ocean of knowledge and flashes of memory, almost drowning before she felt Shiro reach out and drag her to the surface. She sat up instantly, barely avoiding headbutting Shiro who was watching her with concern.
She might have been offended at him taking risks with her before, but now she had seen the death of Agrabah with her own two eyes. She watched the curse consume the home of the Jasmine that Shiro called upon, and felt her despair. She'd known what was at risk, logically, but seeing it had only made her all the more grateful that Shiro had an actual plan. She understood why he was willing to take risks, now more than ever.
"How are you feeling?" Shiro asked, watching her rise from the bed. She frowned to herself as she experimentally bounced in place, her body feeling light and powerful. Shiro offered her two objects and she took them both without even thinking, before looking down at her own hands holding a pair of gorgeous golden daggers. Her body moved with a practised ease it shouldn't have as she practically danced with them, the image of her cutting down Jafar's corrupt guards flashing through her mind.
"Amazing," Jasmine admitted, standing tall as she turned to face Shiro. As he gave her a soft smile, she thought of the other Jasmine whose memories and skills she'd inherited. Whose failure stung so deeply, even to someone who had never set foot in this other Agrabah.
Shiro mentioned that there were countless Jasmines who had failed, whose worlds had been consumed, and she knew what set her apart from them. They didn't have a Shiro. If her world lived, it was because Shiro deemed it worth his time to save it. The sting of failure dug deep into her heart, and she swore she wouldn't follow the other Jasmine's footsteps to defeat and destruction.
She might be a princess, but the same tale of defeat was being played out in a thousand Agrabahs. Jasmines were trying to save their worlds, and failing, because they weren't cut out for leadership. She belonged on her knees beside the true leader.
"Jasmine?" Shiro asked, head tilting slightly at her intense stare as she calmly put the daggers down and moved closer, hips swaying.
"Ssh," Jasmine purred, pressing her finger against his lips before she replaced it with her own, kissing him deeply as she undid his belt and skilfully extracted his massive cock. "You've done so much for me, for my people. I'd be a poor princess if I didn't make my gratitude known."
Dropping to her knees, she kept eye contact with him as she took his length into her mouth, bobbing her head with ease as she practically inhaled his entire length. Her tongue rubbed against the sensitive underside of his shaft before swirling around his manhood as he let out a surprised groan. She breathed him in, taking his cock into her throat until her nose was buried in his pelvic region, never breaking eye contact as she made sure to drool as much as possible. Finally pulling back with a gasp, she rose to her feet as she gave him a deep, hungry look.
"I told you that when Agrabah is safe, I am yours. My royal pussy will be yours to breed every single night. I'll have the most beautiful women in Agrabah gathered as your concubines, with me as the grand prize. Your royal bride, my sultan," Jasmine purred, touching herself as she stared at the man who was her only chance to save it all. "I want to give it to you here and now, but I still have some responsibilities. A princess should be pure on her wedding night, after all."
Moving to the bed, she moved onto all fours before she spread her legs and reached back, spreading her asscheeks.
"But my mouth isn't enough to show how truly grateful I am, Shiro. It's yours, whenever you want it, of course, but it isn't enough," Jasmine said, shaking her ass at him. "So, my sultan, take my ass. Use this princess as your slutty little anal cumdump."
The words flowed so easily, and she meant every single one as Shiro moved onto the bed. His hand stroked her buttocks, before giving it a slap as she moaned lewdly. Shiro didn't hesitate, sliding his cock between her thighs for a moment, his length dragging along her soaked pussy as she let out a moan.
"I want to give you my royal cunt, right now, but I shouldn't~" Jasmine moaned. "If you want to take it anyway, I won't stop you. I should, but I won't~"
Shiro just laughed, his hand touching her cunt as her juices soaked his fingers. He used her arousal to further lubricate his cock before he took aim and pressed the tip against her asshole. She let out a quiet groan as he pushed into her tight back door, inch by inch.
"I wish your ass was hyper-sensitive," Shiro whispered into her ear, her eyes snapping open as he slammed forward and a guttural scream left her lips. Whatever discomfort she was mentally preparing herself to endure disappeared under a wave of intense pleasure, blowing her self-exploration out of the water as she was reduced to a quivering mess, falling face-first into the sheets as she let out squeals and moans from his fast, ruthless pumping. She'd offered her body to sate his lusts, and he was taking full advantage of her offer. With each thrust, he pulled back until only the bulbous tip was inside her ass before drilling his entire length into her back door. Her fists gripped his bedsheets to the point of tearing them, her teeth biting down as she tried to cling to her sanity under the endless pleasure. Each movement sent a full-body shudder through her, and Shiro was wasting no time and showing no mercy as the sound of his thighs clapping against her ass filled the room.
He mumbled something else, his words muffled by her pleasured moans, but the result was instant as she was suddenly… well, not dressed. A golden choker around her neck connected to a leash that he was holding, her nipples pierced with two golden rings that were connected by a thin golden chain. Gold and jewels decorated her nude form, hiding nothing while enhancing her… look. She looked like a whore, but a very expensive one. She supposed that wasn't inaccurate, given the only thing she had to pay Shiro with was her slutty body.
The entire house could probably hear her pleas for more, for him to go even harder, and that thought made her smirk into the bedsheets. Anna would know she was falling even further behind. Aladdin would know that she had a far better man than some lying street rat. He was probably stroking his much smaller cock to the sound of her getting well and truly fucked by a real man. Maybe one day she'd give her pathetic subject the honour of watching her get fucked in person, to watch Shiro reshape her body with his massive magical cock. It was the closest he'd ever get to having her.
"When I save Agrabah, I'm going to fuck you right on the balcony, so all your people will know that you are mine," Shiro growled, spanking her ass as he railed into her.
"Y-yes! I'll cry out your name for all of Agrabah to hear as you breed your slutty princess," Jasmine agreed, her pussy dripping at the image of Shiro taking her from behind as she was bent over her balcony, her people gathered beneath as they watched their saviour claim his prize. Her father always rambled at her about picking a good husband for the good of Agrabah, and who could be better than such a powerful mage? That her children and her children's children might one day possess similar powers, keeping Agrabah safe long after she was gone, made her smile as she imagined her stomach bloated with his children.
Agrabah would be safe. Agrabah would thrive.
– Shiro –
Fucking Jasmine's fat ass, I groan as I finally cum. She's been climaxing non-stop, her ass clenching down as it tries to milk my cock. It's safe to say the whore Jasmine remnant took well in my Jasmine's soul, because she's taking it like a pro, even with a little magical aid from me.
With a groan, I pull back and watch her caramel ass leak my seed as it drips from her gaping hole down onto her pussy and down her thighs. I am very tempted to just take her pussy right here and now, but there's no need for it. It'll be more satisfying to claim it as my prize once Agrabah is safe (and under new management).
Panting, Jasmine rolls over to face me, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
"That was- that was amazing~" Jasmine purrs, collecting herself as she sits up. "Who knew magic could be that much fun?"
"I wish we were both clean," I say, the sweat and cum vanishing as our bodies are restored to perfect cleanliness. She gasps at the strange feeling before giggling as she looks down at herself.
"Aww, and I was almost getting used to the feeling of your seed on my body," Jasmine teases.
"I can fix that, easily enough," I point out, pulling her in for a deep kiss. My Familiar is spying on the rest of the house, and Kristoff predictably made himself scarce when we began. Merida is out hunting, but Anna and Aladdin? Aladdin is almost crying downstairs, and Anna is… right outside the bedroom door with her ear against it, one hand in her panties. "But I do have some work to do tonight. If we rescue your father, I might be able to save Agrabah itself."
Jasmine's teasing, sultry smile vanishes as she jumps in place.
"But… how? I thought you said-" Jasmine starts, cutting off as I hold up a hand.
"Ownership is a kind of magic itself. As Sultan, your father is the owner of all of Agrabah and I might be able to pull it and the surrounding lands into the valley, creating a new section, where it'll be safe from the curse," I explain, seeing her eyes widen. "Jafar might be a problem, I'm not sure how legitimate his stolen position is. The Genie's magic is powerful, and may have overwritten your father's ownership in the eyes of the magic. We'll see, it's part of why I want to rescue him, and probably your tiger, before we consider sealing the portal. Rajah is so Jafar doesn't eat him or something, I wouldn't put it past him when he finds out we've stolen your father away."
"He would," Jasmine agrees, her face scrunching up into a fierce scowl at the mention of her captured pet.
"I suspect they're currently bait, trying to lure you back in. Try getting used to your new powers. I doubt he plans to make it easy for us. We have the element of surprise, and he's distracted with the growing heartless problem, but the more prepared we are, the better," I say with a light frown.
"I will. I can feel my sand magic just waiting to be called on. I just didn't think you'd appreciate a miniature sandstorm in your bedroom," Jasmine jokes, giving me another quick kiss. "Thank you, Shiro. Truly."
"You're welcome. Just be ready to do your part, Jasmine. As I've said, I can't do this alone. The fate of the entire multiverse is too heavy even for my shoulders," I reply with a small grin, watching her gather her clothes.
"I will, and you won't be fighting alone," Jasmine promises, finishing getting dressed before she pauses, hearing rushed footsteps. Anna is currently fleeing, and Jasmine only smirks at the realisation that someone was listening in. She thinks it's Aladdin, but wouldn't mind it being Anna. "Goodnight, Shiro. Remember, my bed is open if the nights get too cold for you once you've finished your work."
Blowing me a kiss, she slips away and leaves me to work out the logistics of pulling the entirety of Agrabah into my realm.
But first… pulling out the Orb of Friendship, I place it on the desk and begin my work. Jasmine has helped me in more ways than she knows, because this little experiment has taught me something.
Submission is far better than friendship.
– Next Day –
With the Orb back in the right hands, reclaiming the Peaceful Meadow was the obvious next step. Merida is a godsend and was able to direct me to the pillar that once housed the Orb. Clearly, young me (and admittedly probably Merlin) knew what they were doing, I note as I replace the Orb and it lets out a pulse of golden light, washing over the meadow. The night thorns are pushed back, retracting away as the very air grows lighter. There's a certain smog around the Valley at the moment, but with the Orb restored, both the plaza where I've made my home and the meadows are safe. Well, safer at least.
With them under control, my Dreamlight powers react far more freely as I start to move things around. Specifically, the fucking doom portals to Agrabah and Arendelle that keep spewing monsters. I've shoved them into a corner and built a wall around them, to be kept under constant watch with a magical bell to ring out if a major threat comes through.
Merida, Jasmine and I are rotating shifts watching the portals. Kristoff volunteered, but realistically, what is he going to do if something does come through? Instead, I've set him to work farming. With all this land, creating a small farm to grow a variety of vegetables was easy enough. I've also made Aladdin his own home. Well, hut. The point is, he's further away from Jasmine, and she told him not to come to the main house unless he had a very good reason. I think he was slightly relieved given what he spent last night listening to.
Jasmine was able to take down three heartless with no aid from me or Merida, but she's not an upfront fighter. Her new training is more based around hitting foes from behind rather than taking them on in a fair fight. Basically, I'm the Wizard, Jasmine is the Rogue, and Merida is a Ranger.
We are backline heavy, with no tank. I'm our best tank since I can use Shield to defend myself but when the Wizard is tanking, things have become truly dire. I do not wish to be at the front. I would like some metal-clad moron between me and the enemy, please. I can save my mana if they take the hits that I would have used Shield for.
I could empower Kristoff, but fuck that. I'm not empowering a dude. Ah well, worst case, I just need to make a golem or something. I'm a Djinn Wizard; I have options.
For now, I just need to hope that no other portals open up while I deal with the mess that's already taking up too much of my time. Or at least, that the next portal is to a less dangerous world.
— Bonus Scene — Megara
"Okay, okay. So things didn't quite go exactly as I planned," Hades said, gesturing calmingly as she glared at him.
"As you planned?" Megara hissed, genuine hatred in her tone even as she spoke to a god that really didn't love being disrespected. Maybe it was a sign of how badly he'd fucked everything up that Hades didn't even blink at her glare. "So, you didn't want to plunge the entire world into darkness and cause an apocalypse? If Herc-"
"Look, I get it. You put your faith in the wrong man, again. It's almost impressive how often you do that. First, your loverboy who ran off after you sold your soul for him. Then me, and finally Wonder Boy himself. You bet on the wrong horse again, Nutmeg. It's tragic, I'd cry myself to sleep too if I were you," Hades cut in, waving off her complaints as if he hadn't doomed everything when he'd gotten Hercules killed. "The point is, we have a teeny tiny titan problem-"
"Because you're weaker than Zeus and can't deal with the monsters you unleashed?" Megara cut in, watching his blue flames flash red at the Z-word. Turns out, Hades' master plan to unleash the titans on the gods and then rule Olympus had a tiny problem.
Sure, the Titans had taken down the Gods of Mount Olympus, as planned, catching them by surprise, but then they'd just turned on Hades, who couldn't fight all the monsters he'd unleashed by himself. Naturally, he'd run with his tail between his legs, and now the Gods were imprisoned in the same prison that Hades had freed the Titans from.
"Hilarious, really, I love it. We've talked about this, Nutmeg. We don't talk about him, got it?" Hades said, his smile unmoving even as he gripped her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. "If Pain and Panic were still around, I'd have killed you already for your little… let's call it a crisis of faith, swapping to Wonder Boy's side, but as it happens, I'm short on competent aid at the moment, so you'll have to do."
Letting her go, she gasped and touched her throat, light burns where his hand had been.
"It's fine, we're fine. Sure, the Titans are trashing the place, and one of them is literally sitting on the prison, but we're all fine here," Hades rambled as she glared at him. "But with the property value plummeting around here, all we need to do is move. The Titans can have this place. I didn't like it anyway."
"You're just going to run, after everything you've done?" Meg spat.
"Uhh, yeah? Not sure why that would surprise you," Hades admitted. "Pay attention, sweet cheeks. Besides, you're not giving yourself enough credit. You shouldn't put yourself down like that. Couldn't have done this without you, truly."
"And where are you going to run? I don't know if you've noticed, but the entire world is suffering because of your fuck-up," Meg countered, not wanting to admit how right he was.
"I wouldn't call this a fuck-up. My plan was to take down Olympus, and I'd say I achieved that pretty well. Sure, things went a little wonky afterwards, but my main goal went just fine," Hades waved off. "And that's where you come in, Nutmeg. See, when one door gets destroyed by a raging titan, another one opens."
Placing a hand on her shoulder, he teleported them both as she gasped. She really hated his weird teleportation. It smelt of brimstone, and the smoke made her eyes sting.
Hovering before them was a weird blue rift, unlike any portal she'd ever seen before.
"See, I told you I had a plan," Hades said confidently. "Now, I just need you to run along and make sure that the place isn't too dangerous. No titans, angry pantheons, you know the drill. Ta-ta!"
"What? W-wait!" Meg tried, but was cut off as Hades shamelessly pushed her through the portal.
"Oh, and uhh, Nutmeg? Before you get any funny ideas about running, don't forget who has your soul!" Hades shouted after her as she felt herself pulled away.