Hell's Academy

Back in Jarlon Valley, 

Parlee sighed while standing in front of the mountain that held his master. There were thousands of chains covered with arrays wrapped around the entrance way. It would take an idiot not to figure out that the doorway could not be opened with simple means.

Parlee had never made it to where his master was before, and as such, was extremely grateful that he even had this opportunity. Moving Oclen's arms as his own, a small mirror seemed to appear on his left and right side. When he turned, he could see hundreds of versions of him looking back at him. He sighed, and then immedaletly snapped his fingers.

All the hundreds of mirrors around him shattered, and all that remained was many ideas floating throuhg his head.

This was one of Parlee's most powerful abilities, and why the Great Last Lord had saved him from getting slaughtered by Demon King Earl when he was just a young child. Parlee, more than almost all other Authoritarians, had a truly world changing ability. He could communicate with 300 other alternate forms of himself at a time. This meant, he could technically, see 300 different ways to proceed. As an ally right before a battle, can you imagine anything more useful?

"The-the only thing I can do is talk to him? I-I can't free him! Damn it! We're all useless!" Parlee slammed his hand into the ground, and pulled at his brown hair. He couldn't believe it! All this work! All this work for nothing? "I-I spent 200 years waiting for an Arthraku to come here! I-I can't believe it! I even let those brothers of Oclen know where master left his strongest Authoritarians. If I don't get him out now, they might even take one! This is a failure! A colossal failure!"

"Who are you?" A powerful voice exited the cavern. All the rocks around Oclen began to shake whil ea smile appeared on his face. "What are you doing here? You're distracting me from breaking out of this damn array! Now state your name! State it, or leave at once!"

"Is that you master?" Oclen dropped down onto his knees, "Wow, so cool, your voice. You sound a little bit older, but not by much? Are you okay? It's me Parlee! Is there anything I can do?"

"Parlee? How did you get here? Whose body is that?" Two pairs of white eyes began to glow in the cavern. The two eyes seemed to take up almost the entire opening, yet nothing else could be seen in the darkness. "Is that an Arthraku! Please-please tell me that's an Arthraku! Ha, how many years have I been waiting for such an opportunity! Tell me, tell me everything I've missed!"

"The world is in ruin master," Oclen bowed on one knee, his young voice contaminated by Parlee's, "It's currently heading for a great war. One, that without you, will almost certaintly end with the wrong victor, haha! But that's why I'm here! I'm here to free you!"

"Well, that's impossible, unless, of course, you can kill Harkel." the Great Last King's voice trembled with anger. "Hmph, that bastard's true strength is in the SSS Rank. Even though I could kill him with a finger, with the body you're in, it's impossible!"

"I-I have one way," Oclen laughed, "HAHAHA! Did you feel that boy's energy, Howard? Did you feel his strength?"

"I did, but what of it? He's only in the S rank. Harkel, not holding back, could destroy him easier than I could destroy Harkel. Do you get what I mean? Ugh, I can barely talk after 1200 years in this hellhole! Just-just tell me? How can he possibly win?"

"Because Howard has Emperor's Ki," Oclen smiled, and rubbed his hands together. "And… I believe, he might be able to copy one of your skills master, and use it when Harkel least expects it! All I have to do is take over Jenny, and then get Harkel to attack her! Once that happens, you'll see! My plan will bear its fruits!"

"I trust you, Parlee, but it's only four years of waiting." the Great Last King sighed and nodded his head. "If you accidentally make Howard stronger, it will be your greatest failure, but… if you do succeed, as promised, I will give you the right hand seat on the throne! That is, of course, before I let the others in, hahaha! The ones who really created the Furnace! Now, tell me… When do you think Howard will be ready to free me?"

"In two months. First, I'll help him kill Armecolith, and then… then you'll get to see my plan bear fruits hahaha! I can't wait to meet them, though, master, are the others as strong as you spoke of?"

"Well, there is no G rank in their world," the Great Last King nodded his head, "In fact, if they get here, I bet the world will instantly be a better place! All I got to do is unseal wherever Demon King Earl hid that damn treasure to their world, and they'll be dead! Have you heard about his tomb?"

"No, but Howard… I'm sure he'll know the way…" Parlee smiled as he sensed Harkel speeding back towards him. "Now, any recommendations?"

"Harkel will be suspicious of you, so it's best you never come here again," the Great Last King's voice faded. "However, thank you Parlee! Thank you for being loyal! The world after this one is destroyed will be magnificent! You'll see it once and for all with your real eyes!"

Parlee nodded his head, and smiled.

At one point, him and his master had both seen over 100 Alternate Realities where they had destroyed the Furnace, and wiped out all humanity. Yet, of course, then the Demon King came along and destroyed it! It wouldn't happen again! They would make it happen here! They would really destroy the Furnace, and get what they wanted.

"Mmmm, now, time to go back to studying arrays," Oclen smiled and jumped off his back foot. "It was nice seeing you again master. Now, shall i give this guy his body back for a while? If he obeys me, maybe one day, I'll even let him see the other side of this world, hahaha! I can't wait!"