It was a quiet day in Chaldea.
That is, until a black hole suddenly tore itself into existence at the recruitment center for the Chaldea Security Organization.
"What is a black hole doing here?!" the one handling the job application forms and CVs said in terror.
However, instead of expanding any further, someone walked out of the wormhole.
It was a young man of 20 years of age. He wore a version of the Arctic Region Chaldea Uniform, one with a white shirt that reached all the way to his wrists, a dark green tie with small dark blue dots and a black vest over it. His face was covered in shadow, only revealing a pair of bluish-gray eyes from under the black trilby. There was a peculiar Command Spell on the back of his right hand. On his right thigh was a gun holster where rested a customized IWI Jericho 941 R, and on his belt several magazines for it, showing 9mm cartridges.
"I've heard you're recruiting." the young man said, "And I'm looking to apply. Also, sorry about the flashy entrance. Just couldn't think of a faster means to reach Antarctica so I had to ask an associate for a lift."
"Remember, I'm not giving you a helping hand unless you really need it from now on. And even then it'll just be one of my Servant Fragments. Comprende?" a distorted voice similar to Evolto's boomed from the portal.
"Yeah, I know. And I trust your judgment." the young man said.
"That's right. Ciao!" the voice said as the black hole closed.
"Now then..." the young man said, "My name is Augustus E. Bahamut, and I'm looking to apply."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Augustus E. Bahamut's Misadventurs
General FictionIn this story, Greencube's human homunculus clone, a 20-year-old dude that refers to himself as Augustus E. Bahamut, is transported to Chaldea through a black hole created by its omnipotent self. Augustus has been blessed with a vast mana pool by hi...