Divine Emperor Of Death Chapter 13
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"I have heard about it before. Isn't it used to free prisoners or criminals who had a change of heart? Isn't that why it is named Redemption Tower?" Davis said.
"You're right, but the truth is very different from the facts." Claire shook her head lightly.
"First, there are 3 levels to clear the Redemption Tower. Many prisoners will give anything up to have a chance at the Redemption Tower. Skipping on the first two levels, what you need to know is about the third level, the last level, The Redemption Level. That is where the prisoners face their heart demons and cleanse their soul of impurities. If a prisoner clears the last level, then they even have a chance of being recruited by the Royal family. All of this is part true and part lies." Claire sighed.
"The truth is that no prisoner is able to clear the level as it would use up the treasure that is placed up in the formation. It only induces the arousal of the heart demon with the help of the formation. While the prisoner is busy taking care of the heart demon, another formation will act. Once the prisoner manages to 'clear' the last level, the other formation placed there will imprint a slave seal on their souls. The Royal family then takes them and assigns them to a certain squad or place them openly in the army. The slave has no choice but to obey the Royal family"
"This is the ugly truth and it is certainly a part of this Empire." Claire looked at Davis's dumbfounded expression.
"What? Did you get disgusted by this Empire?" Claire asked smiling weakly.
There was a moment of silence.
"Yes, because being a slave, I've experienced it once and it sucks a lot." Davis laughed ruefully.
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Claire was shocked at his revelation.
"But, if they were used to protect you and father during the rebellion, then all is worth it. I don't care as long as they live their lives protecting Mom and Dad."
"Woah! You have some twisted views over there, but protecting Mom and Dad instead of the Empire… I like it." Claire smirked.
"But, you are sharp, they were used as meat shields for us to protect us from the rebels. I did feel some pity for them at first but after learning that they did some evil crimes, I stopped caring about it." Claire explained her experiences.
"Davis, remember, we as the Royal family won't hesitate to sacrifice the lives of others as long as we can protect our family!"
Davis nodded his head giving her a sign that he understood the meaning behind it.
"I'll ask dear to disable the first two levels and place the full, complete formation, to help one in conquering heart demons in the third level. Normally unless in an emergency, we won't use the treasure but since you are a genius in Soul Cultivation, more importantly since you are my son, we can't miss this opportunity either."
"Thank you Mother!" Hearing that, Davis was ecstatic.
…..
The next day. Outside the Redemption Tower.
Davis wore a black robe and a mask which covered his whole features.
"You sure are lucky, only less than 10% of the efficacy of the treasure is left which is more than enough for your stage or else if the efficacy was more than 50%, I would've used it to breakthrough long ago." Logan sighed.
Claire didn't come, Davis was accompanied by his father anonymously.
"But, are you sure that you are up to the task?"
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Davis nodded his head and didn't say anything. Logan knew that he couldn't change his child's mind.
Davis started walking in the direction of the Redemption Tower.
"Then go straight to the third level which is in the third floor of the Redemption Tower. Make sure you conquer your heart demon… from your previous life."...
Davis passed for a moment before starting to walk ahead again. His smile was hidden behind the robe.
….
In the Redemption Tower, third floor.
A silhouette can be seen coming out of the entrance to the third level.
Davis removed his hood and investigated the room. The surrounding were brightly glowing like some sacred place. There was an altar in the centre which stood tall.
The room was lit with candles around the bright altar. In the centre of the altar, there was a mat which made it obvious for him to know.
He moved straight to the mat and sat on it.
When he sat on it, the room vibrated and covered him in a spherical glow of light. Davis knew that the formation had started, so he started cultivating Sacred Luminance Mist. He realised that he was slowly starting to get dizzy. It felt like something was trying to get hold of his heart, like a pull of tug that could take his emotions away. He immediately concentrated on it.
Before Davis realised, he was transported to a different place.
"This? Where am I?" Davis was startled.
"This place seems oddly familiar" He checked his surroundings.
"It's…It's my old cag… home" Davis was shocked. He started trembling.
'Calm down, me. This isn't reality, remember, remember, yes, this is just my heart demon.'
Davis had a stiff face as he muttered. "I didn't want come back to this place ever again, the formation pretty much helped me screw me over."
Suddenly, a cry resounded out.
"Mister, arghhh! Please don't hit me." A 10 year old child cried miserably. His teeth were broken, body full of bruises. A middle aged man can be seen stepping on the child.
"Ouchh!! Mister, please let me leave."
*Bang*
The child was sent flying, kicked by the middle aged man.
"Call me father, my pet." The middle aged man had a twisted expression on his face, clearly enjoying beating the child up.
"What was your name again? Ah, Tian Long? right?. Hahaha. From now on, you belong to me, you are my slave. From now on you are just a dog. Let me a give you a dog's name but wait, I guess you don't deserve a name, let me just call you mutt. Hahaha!" The middle aged man laughed evilly.
Davis who was watching, had an angry expression on his face that showed that he was ready to kill this bastard again. He ran towards the middle aged man and delivered a full power blow to his face.
*zzz* The middle aged man's face distorted letting his punch go through him.
Davis stood behind the middle aged man, his face had a dumbfounded expression.
"I.. can't.. touch him."
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8 101the hero, the villain,and the profiteer
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8 184I'm Sure It'll be Fine! ...right?
We live to die, and die to live again. This Cycle continues, neither to Begin nor End. Ever Beginning, never to End, we come to the story of our Unusual Friend. The Gods are as varied and unique as the mortals that worship them. Some are kind, others are fluffy, and (given the nature of the multiverse) a few are Eldrich Abominations of Unspeakable Horror. But that's fine, those few tend to mind their own business... At least until an Eldrich Abomination (an interdimensional cosmic slime-mold specifically) gets itself devoured by a Lich during a ritual to obtain Godhood... Especially because anyone, even a Lich, who's willing to eat an ENTIRE COSMIC SLIME-MOLD for any reason, even godhood, is undoubtedly a madman...who's now set his unsightly gaze upon replacing (likely by devouring) the Godess of Magic herself! She could probably use some help...if only to avoid touching the slimy Lichgod directly. Also, the Eldrich Gods are protesting these events in their usual manner...by trying to destroy all of Creation.
8 182Ode to Freud
For those who do not understand the reference, "wish fulfillment" is before anything a term created by Sigmund Freud in the 1900's. In psychology it is a state of satisfying unconscious needs and desires by the use of fantasy and delusion. In literature it is the very base of fictional work, but also the name of a style of writing where the author sacrifices the key elements of good storytelling in order to fulfill his own psychopathic, neurotic or perverse needs and desires, usually through the use of the characters in weird and forced situations. What I meant by the title of this story is that it is a trashy, badly written, shitty story about me getting some wish fulfillment by the use of some characters and a fictional world of my creation. Not the good kind of fulfillment, since my wishes are of the bad kind and I intend to fulfill those, not yours. Also, being a total amateur and not writing a proper plot before starting are two big indicators that this story is going to go bad. I guess Royal Road call this kind of stories the "Mary Sue" kind. So, unless you are a very ugly piece of trash (at least as much as I am) don’t bother reading it. Now, if you ARE messed up on the level of a clinically depressive, lightly suicidal, lolicon/shotacon aligned morbidly obese hikikomori vermin who sold his virginity to a prostitute and is currently living at the costs of his widowed mother after expending all the money he got from his father’s inheritance, all the while masturbating furiously to beast/furry dickgirl hentai, then be welcomed. Please feel free to get a serving at my antidepressants and also at the canned tuna I have stored in the fridge. There may be some cheese somewhere, and I am pretty sure I bought some juice the other day, but I have no idea where it is. Anyway. You may dislike what I write because of all the amauteur(ish) writing, or you may not. Who knows. Give it a try and write a comment. It gets lonely writing to no one. Also, feel free to grant me inspiration not only by making comments about the world and/or characters, but specially by suggesting a music for me to listen while I write the next chapter. Be warned : I do get influenced easily by the background music I listen while writing. If you exist, of course. I'm seriously doubting anyone has read anything after the "lolicon hikikomori" thing. Also, I have a tiny dick.Just so you can feel better about yourself a little more. Or maybe I have just degraded psychologically a little more and now I am into shame-play. I wonder if the psychiatrist would increase my meds a bit if I told her about it.Hope I never get to penispanick, though! Self-mutilation, especially of the castration type, would be baaaad. After all, I do like my prostitutes. And having sex with them when I can afford it. Oh, yeah, the story. I will just write the first chapter in a few moments.Until later, b(i)each.
8 165My World (LenxMiku)
LenXMiku Guys!!! Not many stories with this pairing so I decided to write my own!!
8 213It All Started With A Proposal
"I dare you," He said to me with determination in his eyes."I dare you to accept my proposal. If you do then I will make you the happiest women on earth.""What happens if I don't?" I challenged him.Who does he think he is just popping back into my life whenever he wants? It's been two years since we've last spoken! And now he's asking for my hand in marriage!? "You will because I'm Adam Mathews and you're Zamzam Amin. The girl who got the airhead jock to change his ways.""Deal?"I thought for a moment. I loved him once and the only thing keeping us apart was that he needed to figure himself out and now he has! He also showed up in front of my dad and asked for my hand."Maybe."I then got up and walked away. It won't that easy to win me back, play boy.Two years had gone by since Zamzam and Adam had last spoken. They're both different people now, Zamzam is now a Freshman in college while Adam just got back from traveling the world. Now that Adam's come back he's ready to ask for Zamzam's hand in marriage. Will Zamzam accept? Will she forgive him for being gone so long? Or will the time they've spent apart get between them? Find out![cover by @Tammzz]#QURUXNATION
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