Ordinary Revolution (UnOrdinary Chaos Gacha)

[Megumon]

Can I go grab a snickers now?

 

[Bob_EX]

Can I go grab a snickers now?

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I dont see Chapter 24. You get half a grain of rice today. Good work today. Now BACK TO WORK!

 

[DaCoolEntity]

What are they thinking, hanging out with people that Vritra and Azazel oppose? Bruhhhh.

 

[FateFan110]

What are they thinking, hanging out with people that Vritra and Azazel oppose? Bruhhhh.

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To be fair do Vritra and Azazel actually hate/oppose them? Like in all their fights other then Arlo they either stopped a Elite/Mid tier from bullying a low tiers or defended themselves.

 

[DaCoolEntity]

To be fair do Vritra and Azazel actually hate/oppose them? Like in all their fights other then Arlo they either stopped a Elite/Mid tier from bullying a low tiers or defended themselves.

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Even if they don't know about Vritra's and Azazel's fights with Blyke and Isen, respectively, it should be obvious to them that Arlo ain't someone they like, as can be deduced from the show and declaration that Arlo made when and after he defeated them. A whole lot of lower tiers were watching at that time. Moreover, both of our protagonist are the leading/inspirational figures for the people who oppose the status quo made by the Royals, so of course Vritra and Azazel oppose them in some manner and dislike them in various degrees due to their canon knowledge of each character.

 

[Bob_EX]

If you guys have any questions in regards to the story, please. Do ask.

Also, for the people who ask for the Rolls. I will post them after the MC's POVs are written respectively.

 

[Rehcra]

Not, going to lie this is pretty peak.

Even if they don't know about Vritra's and Azazel's fights with Blyke and Isen, respectively, it should be obvious to them that Arlo ain't someone they like, as can be deduced from the show and declaration that Arlo made when and after he defeated them. A whole lot of lower tiers were watching at that time. Moreover, both of our protagonist are the leading/inspirational figures for the people who oppose the status quo made by the Royals, so of course Vritra and Azazel oppose them in some manner and dislike them in various degrees due to their canon knowledge of each character.

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From what I can tell they don't really consider the other two friends but just like reaping the benefits of being close to them while it's convenient and not when it isn't.

They're the equivalent of high rank who interacted with them giving them a shield at the same time when they get into any trouble they try to disassociate with them because it's not convenient.

 

[Bob_EX]

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After seven days of rebellion, Arlo had finally had enough. Every single day he would find crimson eyes staring him down. They would hunt him down during the day, during breaks, never relenting, beating anyone acting as a shield for Arlo. Even sleeping became a difficulty.

On the sixth day of the rebellion Arlo walked into his room in hopes to sleep after a tiresome day filled with fighting hoards of low-tiers, putting them in their place of the hierarchy.

It was all their fault. Vritra, who protected the low-tiers, and Azazel who fought anyone who irked him. The instant they stepped foot into the school, it turned into chaos. The system that Arlo thought had been rock solid – something he'd worked so hard to achieve after Rei's graduation — cracked under the weight of two low-tiers. He changed his clothes, did his homework, then turned off his lights to lay down in his bed.

Just as he closed his eyes, he felt the chill of the evening cold brush his skin, the sound of an air current took his attention, and then his head snapped to the entrance of his room, whose door slammed shut from the wind. Arlo narrowed his eyes. At the dead of night recognizing shapes became difficult, especially when tired and having just woken up.

The dead silence was broken by a rattle, metallic links moving and sliding against one another. Arlo turned his head toward the open window. The dim light coming from the outside was blocked entirely by a silhouette. A tall boy with shackles on his hands, with the only visible feature being his crimson eyes, locked onto Arlo.

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Immediately Arlo used his ability, and the intruder swung something at his barrier. There was the sound of flesh being cut, but whoever it was didn't stop there, they continued slamming whatever it was they had in their hands on the barrier. Arlo began feeling strain, he narrowed the barrier down, and focused on its durability before pushing whoever was there through the window.

Like a mannequin, the intruder let themselves fall. Arlo rushed to the window and saw those crimson eyes staring back at him from the ground floor. The light from below illuminated the figure. Tall, crimson eyes, black hair. Azazel had invaded him in his dormitory.

And ever since then, Arlo hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Every single day he would find something in his dormitory. He even swapped rooms with someone else, and was found. Azazel's insistent interruptions to his sleep made him lethargic. But all of this fighting would stop soon. Arlo had gotten, in his hands, the documentation that proved that Azazel and Vritra were Elite-tiers. When the low-tiers learned their biggest inspirations were part of the most hated group, they would suffer a tremendous blow to their support. Sure, a lot would remain, but the ones that didn't know Vritra or Azazel personally, and those who were moved by the little guy trying to beat the system, would all disappear.

Since a lot of the rebellions were getting crushed almost at the same time they started, they were already lowering morale. All they needed were a few more victories, and in their lowest moment, to reveal that their friends were actually Elite-tiers. The fighting would become more manageable, and everything would go back into place. The unnecessary violence would stop, the flooded infirmary would become a rare occurrence again. The Royals could finally rest.

In his stupor, Arlo bumped into someone, he turned to see who it was that he bumped into, and his fist clenched itself. Black hair overly swept to the sides by so much gel it looked like it'd been plastic wrapped. John Doe.

"Watch where you're going." John huffed and continued on his way. He was getting worse tempered with every rebellion. Why wouldn't he follow the movement? He was a cripple. Arlo would deal with him after the current issues. Remi texted him, telling him she was taking a break. Someone told the staff Arlo was over-working the Royals with non-academic assignments, and he was forced to give all of them a break yesterday to compensate. Apparently the same thing was said to the newspaper club, and to the infirmary. Who was brave enough to do something like that? To go against the king of wellston's back?

Worst of all, Isen refused to say who it was regardless of how much he tried intimidating him into confessing.

Arlo checked his phone, Cecile told him the newspaper was being printed, and gave him the exact article that would be written. That was another of the tools Arlo had at his disposal. He could control the flow of information, and manipulate text to get desired reactions from the bystanders, the most important crowd to influence – the ones who didn't want to get involved, but had connections to the rebellious, if they could be separated and disagree with their methods, then Arlo could build spheres of influence that could calm down this raging storm of a movement.

He continued walking through the hallway, then came to a stop. It had gotten quiet – too quiet.

He raised his gaze from his phone, and couldn't help but groan. He stood there, bloodied, with bone visible on his knuckles. Bloodshot eyes that made it look as though he had no iris. A torn uniform, and several students that were allied with the Royals around his body. Azazel Wodime, the bane of Arlo's current existence.

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"Took you long enough. Don't worry about them, they're skipping class. I'll guarantee they'll thank me for giving them an excuse to skip Algebra." Azazel looked almost like a phantom. Any pigmentation on his skin was no longer there. The roots of his hair began to lighten, making the color white creep in. It was clear that the stress was overwhelming him.

"This is the thirtieth fight you'll have against me. Your thirtieth loss." Arlo put his hands inside his pocket and looked at Azazel in his entirety. He was clearly already tired and injured, there was no way for him to defeat Arlo, even if he prepared something.

"Loss? What loss? I never lost." Azazel's crazed eyes locked into Arlo, "I don't lose." He was losing his mind. His voice had become erratic in pitch and intonation. He belonged in a mental institution, more than he did in this school. Well, once Arlo defeated him here, the rebellion would take another blow, and he should report his actual level. If Arlo loses, he can inflate his real level so it made sense for him to lose, and if he won, then he could reveal that the only reason he stood a chance was because of his level, and claim he's been lying this whole time.

"Whatever, let's get this–." Arlo immediately used his barrier to stop Azazel from striking him. He didn't even let him finish his sentence before he began. "over with," Arlo continued. There was something different about him this time however. Cyan lines crept up from his arms. Arlo felt one of his ribs crack, and immediately recoiled. He looked up at Azazel's fist.

The barrier around him had cracked? How was that even possible? Last time it took an emission-based technique using his blood to deal the barrier damage! Has Azazel gotten stronger? How? When? Was it all of the people he'd been fighting? Did it have anything to do with the Cyan lines?

Arlo didn't have time to think about it. He was just thankful he dismissed the barrier when Azazel reeled back his fist because when he thrusted it again, a torrential wave of power crashed against Arlo and sent him flying. It hurt for sure, it most likely broke a few bones but for whatever reason, Arlo's instincts told him that if it had hit his barrier, it would have shattered it into pieces, and Arlo would have been left in a much sorrier state.

Using his half-sphere barrier was no longer an option. He would have to condense and focus purely on defense. Arlo did as such, and every single one of Azazel's punches got stronger. They were almost on Vritra's level of raw strength. Thankfully, Arlo had also gotten stronger during the previous seven days. He went from being a level 6.3 to a level 6.7 thanks to all of the intense over-use of his ability.

Azaze's assault continued. He was doing something odd. No matter where he struck, the barrier seemed to crack. Arlo clenched his teeth, and condensed the barrier further. This would become an endurance fight once again, and he would win. Azazel's body shattered and cut itself into pieces. Azazel was already damaged from fighting all of those people on the way here, on top of that he wasn't well rested from the day before. He broke out of the infirmary.

Azazel was under no condition to continue fighting, but Arlo was different. Despite being sleep-deprived, he was in tip top condition. He could only smile as Azazel continued crashing his fists in Arlo's strengthened barrier. It was clear it was causing strain, but as long as he just waited… and waited, he would win.

Azazel's crazed expression morphed to one of complete seriousness. His bloodshot eyes slowly dyed themselves back to normal, and Arlo could finally see sanity in his face. Even still, every single hair Arlo had stood on its end. Azazel reached inside his blazer, and swung his arm at Arlo's barrier. The sound of cracking glass resonated inside Arlo's head as his body tore itself from the inside. The shining reflection of light blinded his right eye as he fell to his knees.

His sudden blurry eyes didn't mistake the object in Azazel's hands as he swung it down at his shoulder. Arlo screamed out and glared upward. It shouldn't even be possible, his passive ability should make him invulnerable.

He raised his arm, but it wouldn't go up more than forty-five degrees. He targeted his rotator cuff. A foot came into contact with Arlo's face, and had the back of his head slam against the ground. The impact caused a small crater, and it rattled Arlo's head.

"I… I should have known you would use cheap tricks… a weapon? You can't win in a fair fight." Arlo looked closer at the knife. It was a kitchen knife with cyan lines covering it. Azazel thrusted down, and Arlo spawned another Barrier. As if it were clay, it shattered, leaving Arlo exposed to a knife to his thigh. He screamed out as the damage from the barrier struck him from the inside, and the knife stabbed into him.

"Cheap tricks? Excuses. There's no such thing." Azazel's voice became a whisper between the ringing in his head. The adrenaline dulled the pain, but Arlo still felt a burning sensation on his shoulder and thigh. "And sorry, did you just say, fight fair?" Azazel stood over the bloodied Arlo, "There is no such thing! Don't kid me, you disgusting disgrace for a puppet. Fair? Like the two people you sent to defeat me that were stronger than me? Fair? Don't make me laugh."

"They weren't armed." Arlo clenched his teeth, slowly moving away from the psychopath in front of him.

"Sure they were. What do you think an ability is? Are you slow? Nothing in this world is fair, weapons? Cheap Tricks? What of it? That's right, I did not have an ability stronger than them, I couldn't beat them physically, or hastily, nor could I block their attacks. So I defeated them intellectually. You break into someone's peaceful rest and you force them to bow with your barrier, and once they fight back they have their own attack reflected on them and you speak of fairness? You are nothing more than a hypocrite." Azazel kicked Arlo on the chest while he was down.

"Fair? Don't speak such drivel. There's nothing like that in this world. Two children become friends, then one kills themselves, and you think the world is fair? You had every other tool at your disposal, but couldn't defeat me intellectually, so you say the world's not fair?" Azazel's kicks began breaking Arlo's ribs, despite his passive ability. Those Cyan Lines around his body had to do something with it. "Why couldn't you keep up? Why didn't you do everything you could? What did you want me to do?!" Azazel kicked him again, "Answer me!" He kicked him again, "ANSWER ME DAVID!!!"

He's not even seeing me. Arlo realized, as the kicks slowed down to a pause. Arlo used the opportunity to retort.

"You should have… given up, after losing…" Arlo gasped out, painfully grabbing his stomach. He couldn't remember the last time he was in this much pain.

"You think I lost? I didn't lose," Azazel lowered himself so he could look Arlo in the eyes. He wasn't even staring at Arlo, it was as though he was looking beyond him, at the distance, at another figure entirely. Now that Arlo watched from up close, it didn't seem like an arrogant expression at all, "I don't lose! I will never lose! I am always right!" The cold sweat, the smile that now seemed forced, almost through compulsion, and then a sudden change where all emotion is lost as if every emotion had been shoved into a bottle. "I am absolute." Blank eyes, no expression. Azazel lowered the knife toward Arlo.

This was it. The shimmering knife moved down, and Arlo began to think of Rei and of Remi, then of Blyke. Was this it? Was his life flashing right before his eyes. He couldn't even summon a barrier to aid him. All he could do was watch as the person he hated the most in Wellston lowered their knife to his neck.

To think the king of Wellston would die in such a way. It was pathetic. For an instance, Arlo questioned if the way he approached things was correct – but then he remembered this had happened when Rei stepped down as king. The only difference was that the figure-heads were more willing to kill and use dirty tricks to win, but that fact only steeled his resolve further. So he kept his eyes glaring at Azazel as the knife got closer to him, making sure he knew he hated him.

"–?!" A gasp as Azazel's body was pushed forward. Five beams of light struck him. Both his arms and legs were shot straight through, and the fifth beam had shot the knife out of his hands. Azazel turned his head, "Blyke…" he glared as he impressively stood up. He barely walked forward, his capacity to withstand pain was something that put fear in Arlo's heart.

More beams of light reached Azazel's body, with his limbs shot through from before, there was nothing he could do, but helplessly fall face first. Even then, with his body immobile, in pain, shattered, Azazel still used the little remains of energy he had left to slowly move toward Blyke, until he came to an abrupt stop.

Arlo couldn't see the expression on his face since he was faced away from him, but the most likely explanation was that he was knocked out. From that point onward, Arlo couldn't remember what happened.

All he knew was that he was brought to the infirmary, where he looked up at the white ceiling with the bitter taste of metal in his mouth. Surrounding him were the other Royals, who looked really injured themselves. He couldn't quite hear what they were saying because of all of the head trauma, and as such he went back to sleep.

**24**​

After a long week's rest, Arlo was allowed back into the school, and finally, things had quieted down. The separation between high tiers and low tiers was higher than ever, with all of the low-tiers being put on check by the Elite tiers. It was refreshing to walk through the hallway with minimal yelling. There was the occasional scuffle, and fight, but the rebellious spirit that had kept every revolutionary-wannabe going was now gone.

After his near-death experience with Azazel, Blyke reported everything he did to the headmaster, and because of it, he was forced into a long suspension. Arlo looked out of the window, and watched as two low-tiers – Evie and Roland if Isen's report was to be trusted – alongside Vritra said their goodbyes to Azazel who took a backpack filled with things with him to his house.

Arlo looked at a stack of papers in his hands. They were Vritra's and Azazel's documents. It had their real levels in it, but Arlo couldn't reveal their levels now, because if they found out that they became Elite-tiers all along that could give credence to the hierarchy breaking. To send the message that low-tiers should stay in their place, Arlo couldn't reveal their real levels. Despite having a complete victory over this two week long rebellion, he was still playing along to Azazel's farce like a puppet in his hands, and it made his heart burn with rage.

 

[RookDeSuit]

Rip to Az's burnout. Not sure if I follow Arlo's reasoning if not posting the truth, but he's probably just too tired from the 'twins ' bullshit; even if he doesn't admit it to himself.

 

[FateFan110]

Arlo looked at a stack of papers in his hands. They were Vritra's and Azazel's documents. It had their real levels in it, but Arlo couldn't reveal their levels now, because if they found out that they became Elite-tiers all along that could give credence to the hierarchy breaking. To send the message that low-tiers should stay in their place, Arlo couldn't reveal their real levels. Despite having a complete victory over this two week long rebellion, he was still playing along to Azazel's farce like a puppet in his hands, and it made his heart burn with rage.

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I really don't understand this part? I just want a bit of confirmation here, at the beginning of the chapter Arlo believed that both the MCs were high-tiers who were hiding their powers instead of low-tiers. But after reading Isen's reports he knows that they were low-tiers who grew stronger through fighting and if things got out the low-tiers will have proof that they can grow strong enough to rival high-tiers. Which will cause more rebellions and that placed Arlo in checkmate as if he acknowledges his defeat then the entire hierarchy is destroyed or Azazel becomes the new king which will lead to the hierarchy being destroyed anyways.

 

[Bob_EX]

I really don't understand this part? I just want a bit of confirmation here, at the beginning of the chapter Arlo believed that both the MCs were high-tiers who were hiding their powers instead of low-tiers. But after reading Isen's reports he knows that they were low-tiers who grew stronger through fighting and if things got out the low-tiers will have proof that they can grow strong enough to rival high-tiers. Which will cause more rebellions and that placed Arlo in checkmate as if he acknowledges his defeat then the entire hierarchy is destroyed or Azazel becomes the new king which will lead to the hierarchy being destroyed anyways.

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Basically. Arlo was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

But you got Arlo's dilema spot on.