Jackal Among Snakes

“So… Argrave of Vasquer.”

The lead interviewer scrutinized Argrave from behind his glasses, golden eyes moving calculatingly. Despite the suit he wore, he sported many tattoos. It spoke to an accommodating workplace, or a poor one.

“That’s right,” Argrave confirmed cordially.

“You’re applying for the position of Upper-Level Human.” The man looked to the other interviewers, on his right and left. They all wore fancy C-suite suits, with luxurious black fabric and gold buttons. “That would place you at upper management, here with us. I’m Durran, and this is Anneliese and Melanie. Our chief executive officer, Elenore, will still have the final say, but we thought this interview might provide us something to present her.”

“Nice to meet you all. Some of you I already know. All three of you, in fact. Upper management is something I’ve long looked forward to,” he answered cordially, bearing a hint of familiarity.

“Alright.” Durran shuffled some papers, taking one in hand. “Let’s start with your educational history.”

“Sure.” Argrave shifted on his seat. “As you know, I studied with Professor Erlebnis, majoring in Everything in the Known Universe, with a minor in Somethings in the Unknown Universe.”

“Professor Erlebnis in Germany, right? His thesis on Everything in the Known Universe is quite renowned.” Durran’s finger traced the paper he held until it stopped near the bottom. “But we couldn’t find any information about your educational background before that.”

“Ah.” Argrave scratched the back of his head. “I had a name change.”

“A name change?” Anneliese spoke up. “Was it due to any controversial or infamous event that could compromise the company?”

“No, I just got transported to another world. Nothing significant,” Argrave explained.

“Okay, that’s understandable.” Anneliese nodded, contented.

“You came up through the sales department. People there had nothing but positive things to say about you, from your demeanor to your performance.” Melanie looked through some papers, then focused on Argrave. “What other roles have you had before our company?”

“Well, I was the King of Vasquer, managing a population in the millions. After that, I became the Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Force Against the Barbarians of the Great Chu. I’ve also been acting as the de facto leader of the Blackgard Union, managing several high-level deities with large portfolios of divinity.”

“So, you’re already well-accustomed to dealing with people that have rather inflated egos,” Anneliese said positively.

of

laughed. Argrave thought the process was going rather nicely, but Durran’s demeanor quickly became serious and

does in his or

came, catching Argrave off guard. He took a beat to compose

age can’t claim them. Any wound that they receive can be recovered from. Aside from that, it comes with a tremendous advantage against divinity. They’re sort of like… like an

you mean by ‘like divine?’” Durran fixated

jury-rigging divinity. But being an Upper-Level Human, we can finally utilize those vaunted existences properly. In a way, it could

spirits are vaunted existences?”

much that one single spellcaster can do. The gods, though… with the Domain of Law, I can slow time. It might be a very small amount, but it can be done. Is there magic that can achieve such a thing? Sataistador was a one-man-army in more than one sense of the word. Raccomen

an admission you cheated in

that it's taken without

right hand. “I

most of this information is something we already know. You have quite the resume, Argrave. And fortunately for you, we here at

excitedly. “I would also promote family members regardless of their skill. Fortunately, they just happen to be extremely skilled. Does this mean that I

“You’re going to start your role as an Upper-Level Human as soon as possible. It should be a relatively

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with him?!”

he had slumped against the table and fallen to the floor. Everyone had moved quickly—Anneliese quickest of all, who

as he zoned out. The movements were more like sporadic spasms, and his mutterings somewhat sounded like groans and coughs beneath his mouthfuls of food… but Anneliese saw neither pain

[Truesight]?” Orion asked her, calm yet insistent. “Need we pry the golden fruit from his hand, that

with neither end nor beginning. It was as though he ate the starry skies themselves, taking in

weakening,” Anneliese said, unable to convey much else sufficiently. “Rather, it’s growing in brightness, in intensity.

head glowing green as he called upon [Minor Truesight]. “It’s fascinating. I’ve never seen

get through to him,” Elenore said, massaging her forehead as she paced around nervously. “The connection between us is still there, but I

an insufficient obstacle for him in the

once.” She looked at Raven, and fearlessly said, “Did

much easier to carry—his arm even slid around her neck, like it was natural. He had grown a fair bit heavier, but the enchantments

easy. Rest in quiet, without undue stimulus to interrupt the process.” She looked around. “I shall find a bed for him to rest in, for now.

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