Free Origin A.R.S. by Scottie Futch

nearby. However, he could not find the human that he sought. “Did you teleport him away?”
    A slow, predatory smile crossed Origin’s face. “No. He is there.”
    “Why can’t I see him?” He should be able to sense every soul in the world. If he could not sense a mortal soul, no one could. It was his entire reason for existence!
    “Simple! I never entered his information into the main system. I’m allowed to keep my chosen champion a secret, and that means that I can hide information about him. You and Mid are the only others who know who and what he is.”
    He smiled at her in turn. “Mid, huh?”
    Silence felt slightly better about the situation. If Mid was on board with it, then there might be hope.
    Origin nodded, her smirk never departing her lips. She had chosen a champion who could not be searched in the system. His champion’s nature would have made it hard to discover him with divine senses as well, but as an Earth Human his spiritual radiance was an entirely natural one. He would not stand out in a crowd and could easily blend in with the background spectrum. He would be practically invisible to the gods, unless he walked up to one and told them who and what he was. He might as well be a single molecule of water in the heart of the World Sea.
     
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    The fields south of Victory Station were home to many farmers. They were also home to the occasional hungry rodent. The farmer and the rodent did not co-exist on a friendly basis. The farmers wanted the land to grow crops and raise animals. The rodents wanted to eat the crops and possibly the other animals. The bigger rodents might even try to eat the farmers.
    Scott strolled merrily through the fields. He had finally completed the damned rabbit hunting job. Rabbits, though numerous, were not a swarming creature. They also only operated at certain times of the day for the most part.
    Rabbits came out in the early morning and late evening. So, his primary hunting time was just before dawn, and just before nightfall. He had a good six hour hunting window between those two times, but the rest of the day was nearly useless for a rabbit hunter.
    Over the course of the last four days he had managed to find and defeat five or six rabbits in the morning and a similar number at night. The rest of the day he had managed to find one or two. One day he had not found any. He now understood part of the reason why this job paid a bit more than the parts were worth.
    Scott saw a man tending to a field and called out to him. “Hello, there!”
    The man stopped weeding the field and looked up. “Yeah? Hello.”
    “Sorry to bother you, but do you know a farmer named John?”
    The man looked at Scott curiously then asked, “Why you want to know, lad?”
    Scott considered being offended by the man’s brusque tone, but decided that the farmer was not being offensive on purpose. “I took up a request to hunt forty rabbits and wanted to turn it in.”
    “Ah! I see. This your first time doing a rabbit hunt for Farmer John?”
    The sorcerer nodded and the farmer chuckled softly. He stood up, his old bones creaking in protest. “There ain’t actually a farmer named John, lad. It’s a group thing. A bunch of us farmers chip in a few Fayth to hire someone to depopulate the area a bit.”
    “Oh? Is that right? Who do I give these rabbit parts to then?”
    “You got all of them?”
    Scott smiled. “Well, the flyer said forty rabbit parts. I have a few more than that.”
    The farmer gestured at the mighty rabbit hunter. “Just turn ‘em in at the guard station at the front gate. Tell them you have a delivery for Farmer John. They’ll sort you out.”
    “Thank you! Sorry to have bothered ya.” said Scott.
    “No trouble, lad.  I could do with a break, and least ways you had a good reason. Damned rabbits never stop coming unless you take down a few now and then.” The old farmer went back to his weeding and Scott returned to town.
    When he arrived at the gate he