I'm so very sorry. I was too sleepy and didn't notice I hadn't copied the chapter properly. Here it is.
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It was insistent, like a storm behind the thin window pane, making one think that it would shatter the fragile glass and surge inside. A thumping that was both low and ominous. This was not Enid, nor was it Odu with all his oddities. Something else had come.
Enid had warn...
It was like pulling out a weed with deep roots gripping the earth. The ghostly miasmic spirit of the clone’s appearance shifted the more Sunday pulled it away from the physical form. The ghostly features became more and more twisted, and its gaze seemed to lose all semblance of doll-like dullness. A scream shattered all other sounds, but whether it was everywhere all at once or only in his mi...
2024-10-12 23:13:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe world shifted as Alan reached out for his domain in the Spirit World through gasps and suppressed curses. He knew that he was not going to die from his wounds, but healing himself with mana alone was a slower process than he would’ve liked. To recover as if he had taken one of the precious pilfered elixirs in his inventory, was a dream for another day which would take a lot more growth. 2024-10-11 22:55:35 +0000 UTC View Post
Grand deeds come with a price. Barely a fledgling, and yet facing a god. The path is long and arduous, and no amount of rushing will make up for what is not yet earned. Fight well, wretch, and you will be rewarded even further. Be the first to fulfill your ultimate purpose.
Further? I haven’t been given shit apart from trouble! I’m barely standing on my o...
2024-10-09 22:17:13 +0000 UTC View PostAlan weaved in and out, using [Dark Step] with each movement of his breath, each beat of his heart. The world was a smudge passing by as he constantly shifted his position. It was a dangerous and quite sinister game of lack-a-mole that left his mind strained from the constant shifts of perspective.
The insectoid’s buffed movements were a thing to behold. Alan had to admit there was beau...
2024-10-08 21:50:00 +0000 UTC View PostAs the slap landed flesh splattered on the walls as if it had suddenly turned into water. It wiggled and churned, trying to reform under the whispers of a corrupted spell to no avail. Skin followed it too. Human skin, now a thin layer of a membrane and worn like a suit over an undead face and undead body.
The Prophet was bare now. Revealed for the world to see. The slap hadn’t simply pu...
2024-10-07 22:23:05 +0000 UTC View PostAlan didn’t have the time to wait and see the result of his two skills and whether they had achieved anything. All senses inside of him screamed about the incoming danger. He used [Dark Step] immediately, barely dodging a set of four resplendent blades that tried to turn him into mincemeat.
The delay in his own movement skill made him well aware of the situation he was in. One slip, and...
2024-10-06 22:15:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe Yew Tree stands tall against the storms of madness and keeps you safe from corruption of the mind and poison of the soul. Eternal. Immortal. Unbowed. How will you use this opportunity? Will you waste it as so many before you? As you’ve been wasting others?
Know, that you’re favored by the rites of eternity. Know, that your body is crafted by t...
2024-10-05 21:13:49 +0000 UTC View PostAlan ended up bursting down the doors of all the towers, and also other places which had been pointed out to him. There was not even a piece of stronger enchantment, despite there being plenty of mass-produced ones. Their ‘king’ sure was greedy.
All through this, Mayra didn’t reappear after going to the World Temple. He wasn’t worried despite the passing of hours. Someone lik...
2024-10-04 20:42:34 +0000 UTC View PostThis was all a bad nightmare.
Mera’s leg was torn at the knee but she barely made a sound as Mesmer Steel grew and reformed into a limb that took its place. The stolen flesh was then thrown down the swirling darkness. It was not void anymore. Something was taking place inside. Swirling lights and strange energy, a breath of a new strange being.
It was also one of the most...
2024-10-02 18:30:04 +0000 UTC View PostA few fools almost immediately tried to attack him, and to them, Alan showed no mercy. He was giving it in spades lately, but even being a kind of decent post-apocalyptic magical dude had its limits. It was easier to kill. A shadow piercing through the brain. Alan wondered if he could even call it shadow anymore. It was more like mana given physical form, made solid.
It fed off from the v...
2024-10-01 20:34:53 +0000 UTC View PostOswald had relished the sensation of the blood moon shining upon the world. He knew tales of the knights of old when the blood vampire queen had ruled from the Divine Realm, and sat upon her throne of skulls and darkness. It was her symbol and the symbol of their people from long ago. A symbol of ancient power and the first vampires. Long before the madness had taken the queen and the first awa...
2024-09-30 17:33:32 +0000 UTC View PostMayra watched with sparkling eyes as Alan took to the air. He stepped on it for a moment, as if it was solid, before allowing darkness to coalesce. Shadows swirled around, pouring out of each pore, and the world seemed a bit bleaker for his presence. Not to her thought. To her, he was a hope for a bright future, growth, and purpose.
The apocalypse had given her a second chance at life, an...
2024-09-29 21:59:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe streets were littered with corpses of men and monsters. Sunday stood amidst it all, gripping his sword. The last vestiges of the red world that took over his instincts and allowed him to become more had left him and he once again felt sleep call for him.
It was a depletion of the mind. A forceful mastery over his own body and strengths caused by the Visage of the Berserk Moon...
2024-09-28 15:02:15 +0000 UTC View PostIt was a somewhat large man holding the axe. He was not taller than Alan, but the heavy bulging muscles, the dark bronze skin, and the bushy beard made him look quite threatening. His clothes were torn and covered in blood, and a few quite ghastly wounds were scabbing on his torso.
Currently, the hand holding the axe was frozen, and so was now the rest of the man, bound by tendrils of sha...
2024-09-27 22:23:52 +0000 UTC View PostZihei muttered silently to himself in the dark corridor of the Arcanum. His fellow mage on duty was almost nodding off—an older Novice who had never managed to take even the second step of his rank. Guzen was his name. It was insulting to most to be put at the same level as such a person, but Zihei didn’t mind.
His mind was not on politics, administration, or scheming. No matter how o...
2024-09-25 15:14:00 +0000 UTC View PostNOTE: Turns out it's Covid. I'm already better, but the mind fog is not going away. I'm writing much slower than usual.
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Alan felt his mind shake as the being that had taken over the remnants of the corpse reached for his soul, and tried to pluck it by force. There were no skills to rely on, no shadows to summon. All he had was his strength of will and stubbornness.
It wa...
2024-09-24 20:44:46 +0000 UTC View PostThe gaze was piercing, invasive, and wrong. Sunday felt shivers in his soul and averted his eyes momentarily. Then, as he looked again, angered by his show of weakness, it was gone.
All that remained was the chanting of the cultists, the strangle cackling of the laughing horrors, and the sounds of the ghouls dying under the vampire’s attacks or scaling the massive walls protect...
2024-09-23 09:30:52 +0000 UTC View PostNOTE: 220 had a lot of mistakes but it's edited to be better now. Sorry about that. Still in the throes of this damn virus I caught. My writing is slow, and my creativity is leaking out of my nose along with the world's oceans.
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Alan’s good mood wasn’t that affected by the grievous injuries at all. At least his current state allowed him to see the extent to which [Internal...
2024-09-22 20:24:38 +0000 UTC View PostJishu once again felt as if everything was slipping away from him. What was happening? How had his ghouls not noticed anyone coming close? There were so many! An army larger than any he had ever commanded! This… this was utterly ridiculous. Was his toying with fate by refusing to die that brought him this? Was it something else?
“Way to introduce us… What if you traumatize him with ...
2024-09-21 09:49:40 +0000 UTC View PostAlan walked around the edges of the invisible circle of danger. It was already fading, but despite Rust’s untimely leave whatever he had created lasted quite a while.
He had left the interrogations to Rosalyn, and they had given quite the fruit. ‘The city’ was apparently nothing but a large Sanctuary veiled by an expensive barrier that obscured it from the sight of weaker beings. Th...
2024-09-20 20:00:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe walls were filled with all sorts of notable people.
Sunday watched with wonder as carts rushed toward the city gates, uncaring if what they were carrying fell out. He saw people and undead with sacks trudging on, holding all they had managed to take from their homes in their arms. It was a sad sight. A terrible sight.
Part of him, however, felt excited.
Elora was next to h...
2024-09-18 09:48:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe man seemed almost depressed as he hung limply in Alan’s hand. It was strange. He would’ve expected more of the leader of tier twos. To reach this level of strength required quite a bit of tenacity and a lot of suffering.
A lot of self-reflection too.
Yes. Something was wrong.
The body fell apart in the next moment, turning into chunks of corroded metal that tried to fi...
2024-09-17 18:55:47 +0000 UTC View PostSunday sat alone in his room, preparing for his meeting with the Baron. He had given up on testing the rest of the spells. They seemed trivial in comparison to the Mournful Bear and the destruction it could cause under the Berserk Moon.
It had been a couple of weeks since the accident with the vampires, and a lot had happened, so he was quite excited as the golden scroll once again unfurl...
2024-09-15 17:58:39 +0000 UTC View Post“Is… Is that Alan?” Walter asked.
There was mumbling among all of those gathered on the wall.
Rosalyn bit her lips. That fool was going to give her a heart attack one of those days. What was he doing either way?! They were all here, preparing to put their lives on the line to protect the modicum of life they’d built with blood and tears, and he—
She exhaled. It was b...
2024-09-15 17:56:28 +0000 UTC View PostThe spells were safely left in Mera’s dungeons, despite Elora’s insistence for Sunday to attempt using them all right there. She was as excited as him and was particularly interested in the so-called Shovel. Sunday doubted it was as simple as the name suggested.
Adib had prodded and asked for more arts, but the man had no spells that interested Sunday. It was quite a disappointing sho...
2024-09-13 21:43:29 +0000 UTC View Post“So much for doing good… Aah! I’m turning into a cliche villain.” Alan lamented as he checked his changed skills.
Most of the skills were not progressing in rarity or maybe power… well in power certainly since the very foundation of his magic had undergone a transformative process. Still, this was a lot of change. A flabbergasting amount. Like renovating the whole interior, only...
2024-09-13 18:46:08 +0000 UTC View Post“This here is the Hammer Ring. It creates a sound similar to when a hammer strikes an anvil. The hunter that brought it had trouble hearing since while hunting this thing is easy, transporting it without a quasi-spell container is a bitch. Unfortunately, it also affects the user,” Adib explained.
He somehow had his spells in proper Arcanum cubes. Sunday was not that curious about the ...
2024-09-10 22:05:42 +0000 UTC View Post“We were a bit late, but let’s hope that has sobered you up. Have you made your decision yet? Or should we start killing?” the man said leisurely.
His voice transmitted through the simple swords littering the grounds before the outer wall of the Sanctuary. His name was Rust, or at least that’s what he called himself. A tier two with an enormous aura that made Rosalyn feel far outc...
2024-09-10 18:25:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe night was young and beautiful as Sunday stepped out of the Wayward Rat with a large bag under his arm. If all went well, he would be the owner of quite a few spells. The Mirrored Soul art was a strange one, but not too difficult to practice.
It had taken only two days for the seed to be sown, and all that remained was feeding it essence until the space fully formed. As Sunday understo...
2024-09-08 18:46:24 +0000 UTC View Post