Towerld Level 0007: Is My Target the World, the Diva, or What?

By Doctor Deicide

Now that the hard-driving master named Wendy has just run away from the expedition team, Hector_1304, the chief guard, gets an opportunity to flirt with the exotic Pluck Princess. Will he succeed in dating her, without any interference? Is Gideon, his friend, going to approve the quickly developing relationship? Besides, what is the response that the Pluck Princess has got for him?

By the way, where is Wendy? How is she doing? Is she alive?

As Hector_1304 searches for his runaway master, he unexpectedly faces the formidable obstacle.

“What in Towerld are you doing here?”

There is only one world named Towerld to explore. Does Hector_1304 have to choose just one princess to adore?

Journey and affairs go on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329095250

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Towerld Level 0007: Is My Target the World, the Diva, or What?

Towerld Level 0007: Is My Target the World, the Diva, or What?

Written by Doctor Deicide

Cover illustration by Polka D

Cover design by Tanya

Copyright © 2015 Doctor Deicide / The BBB: Breakthrough Bandwagon Books

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-329-09525-0

Part One

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Seriously. Where is Wendy?

How much time has passed since Wendy ran away from the expedition? A few days? It seems as if it has been a few years. I want to reach the top of Towerld as soon as possible, so that the Pluck Princess can get down to the business of entering the ritual. I do not want to spend too much time on this floor of park areas. (Perhaps, I am rushing in.)

The expedition team (minus Wendy) has been stuck in the same common area since the assault from the Pizza Dough Man (or whatever his name is) and his henchpersons. It is obviously not a good idea to stay in the same place for an extended period of time, for the expedition ends up being a sitting target. (The enemies, or whoever they are, know where we are.) We are constantly under the threat of being attacked at any point of time, and that surely makes us feel unrested and restless. For a bit of consolation, the Pluck Princess employs her rainbow-colored pan flute to let the dogs guard the expedition.

Wendy made her own decision by herself to get out of the expedition. It is her move that she made. (I do admit that I was being very harsh on her, after tapping out of the ude-hishigi-juji-gatame.) Nonetheless, I do not think that the expedition has to wait for the runaway critter who can do no better than being a vanguard of the expedition and who just cannot function properly as the tool of the chief guard that I am. I suggested the proposal of just giving up on Wendy by dumping her and just leaving for the upper floors. Mary Teana Blockheart, our client and also known as the Pluck Princess, does not want to agree with or accept my rather stern idea.

Let us stay here, and wait for the Pouch Princess to come back to us, shall we?

I have to listen to what my client says. Clients are always right, whether I like it or not. (Well, I like her as a person, and something else.)

She also adds, If you be more honest to yourself and free yourself from distractions, you will surely decide to stay here until your favorite Pouch Princess comes back here.

What does Mary Teana mean by that? Does she mean that I am not being honest to myself? Do not tell me that Wendy has more honesty than I do. Yeah, she ‘honestly’ (or ‘earnestly’) tried to snap my left arm in pieces. (I do not think honesty is the legitimate excuse for being rabid.)

Mary Teana is a musician. She is, after all, known as the Pluck Princess. Her musicality seems to plant seeds of sensibility that I cannot fully comprehend with my more practical mentality.

Let us just wait, and see. I can predict what she is planning to do next, by reverse-engineering her fermented femininity, or her feminine fermentation.

Honestly, I do not think that she understands what she is saying. Is she about to feel the inspiration for her musical composition? Whatever she is feeling seems to be paralyzing her thoughts. (Her thought circuit seems to be paralyzed all the time, might I say.) I admit that she is a darn talented musician. However, the words that she speaks with her lips can ruin her image. Occasionally, I think she should just keep her mouth shut. (I do not dislike being talked to by such a talented dish, though.)

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Anyway.

It is just a waste of time to wait for the agents of unknown organizations to attack us in this park area.

Mary Teana practices various instruments and jots down musical notes on sheets of paper to compose whatever she comes up with. Gideon Yendrey Drahctrex, a forger/mailperson, combines many parts made of various materials to assemble something, the functions of which I have no idea of. (The large luggage that he is responsible for seems to contain a portable forge or a compacted cauldron, or something of the sort.) At least, they are fully utilizing whatever time they have. There is no time being wasted, and that is quite a bit of consolation for me.

Obviously, I am not here to waste time. In fact, this is a big opportunity for me to get even (ever) closer to the delicious dish of the diva. (There is no squirrel to function as an obstacle.) If honesty is what she wants, then that is what she gets from me.

Some like it hot. Others like it not. I like it hotly honest, and honestly hot. Feel my heat, and burn with passion. Any biological species that does not make a move in front of a deluxe dish deserves becoming extinct.

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If I just waited here doing nothing, that would be a waste of time. I asked Mary Teana if she could eat lunch with me alone together. (Of course, I asked Gideon for permission to ask her out. I do not want to anger him, for I do not want to die here from his jealousy rage. I do not even want to imagine a bear going berserk.)

There are many food stalls in this park area. The visitors here can enjoy many different types of dishes from various cultures (wherever they have come from). I am not into food cultures, so I do not quite know the tastes. Naturally, I pay attention to portability (takeoutability?) of what are available. I just went out alone, bought what I thought were practical, and brought them back to the temporary expedition base.

The Pluck Princess is sitting on a park bench in a square. I sit right next to her, and open a paper bag to get the wrapped lunchboxes out of it.

I do not know the official name of the snack-type ball-shaped food that I am offering to Mary Teana. It is tako something. Is it tacos? Tack o’