The Wrong Hero

Chapter 2 - Plans Enacted

Darkness surrounded Dante. In the distance, an orange light flickered. It gradually got closer, the orange light changing into dancing flames. A figure began to take form in the fire. When it was almost ten feet from him, he could make it out.

It was a woman. Her long hair was dyed red from the flames. Her eyes were empty sockets, burned from her scarred flesh.

She stared at Dante, her mouth opening.

"It's all your fault."

Dante woke with a start. It was that dream again. The same dream he had for the past two weeks. It was a reminder of his failure.

He looked to the window and saw it was still dark out, the sun only barely beginning to brighten the outside world.

That's enough sleep.

With that, he slid out of bed. Dante gave his left arm a quick rub, tracing his fingers over the scarred flesh. He glanced down at the similar scars on his right before standing. He got dressed, bullet proof vest and all, and continued where he left off yesterday.

Dante had already come to an understanding with this world the day before. To him, this was probably hell, possibly his mind shutting down, and a small chance it was all real. Assuming it was hell, he was going to be in for a rough time. If he just let himself die, he might end up in another place far worse, so death wasn't an option. If it was his brain shutting down, then nothing really mattered. However, if this was all real...

Then I can have my wish granted. He remembered as much from the novels. Once the world was saved from the waves, one option was to return to his world with a wish granted. Or was it several? It didn't matter, there was only one wish he wanted granted. If there was even a chance that was the case, he was going to take it. He was going to fix what he broke.

That was his main goal here. One he would go to any length to achieve. However, that wasn't the only thing that weighed on his mind.

There are people here that could really use some help. Despite not knowing them personally, Dante wasn't about to let some children he knew about suffer and die, like Raphtalia and Keel. Not when he could do something about it. And if he could help them out? Maybe he wasn't as much of a bastard as he thought himself to be.

After processing the events that happened, Dante had lay awake before going to sleep to recount the power up methods of the weapons.

Most of the vassal weapons were easier to remember than the holy weapons. Aside from only having one power up method, they didn't have too much overlap with one another. The only question was how useful each one would be to him, and when. A few came to mind.

The Axe gave points to modify his stats. This was going to help him the most early on. He already put a few points into his defense and agility, and played around with their placement to get the distribution he wanted. He'd forgotten that this power up method was also part puzzle-game. It wasn't much, but it was something. A three day timer appeared afterwards, letting him know when he could change them again.

The Carriage provided bonuses based what monster drops were in the shield. Or was it items? The bonuses weren't supposed to be anything amazing, but starting out may be very beneficial.

The rest of the vassal weapon power ups would take time to be able to use well, especially the staff and projectile, with the hammer and whip following after.

With the vassal weapons sorted, he had turned his mind to remember the shield, sword, bow, and spear.

The Shield was easiest to remember. Trust empowered companions, and vice versa. Power up methods could be shared. The heroes gained EP, though the actual letters appeared after he recalled it was an energy boost similar to that martial art form the old lady taught people. Hengo something-or-other.