《Forging his own destiny》Chapter 098
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Author’s note: if you are just a Reading Leech, feel free to skip this part.
Yesterday I actually collapsed from exhaustion. No, not kidding. I wrote it down as petty excuse just in case, but for heaven and hell, I went to bed at 7 pm! I used to wake up at this hour!
Aaaand apparently someone responsible for fate (nah, I am not a believer) decided that my life is not fucked up enough and thus I am dealing with some personal issues within my family. Yeah. Life fucks me riiight in the ass all the time.
But something cheerful right now: apparently Kenchi is catching up with the story (after this chappy I will try to past rest of edited chappies), so soon chappies that will be posted here should have better quality.
Okay that’s all for now, Chappie… (wait, what I was writing in last one…. Ah, Alraune… fuck…)
Edited by: KenChi死
I was dizzy and I felt warm.
“Aw, are you awake little morsel? Tsh, to bad for you, I was about to eat you right nowwww.” Last word was purred. “You see, normally I would simply throw you into a carnivorous flower that is attached to me, melt you down in half an hour… but I took a bite of you… your affinities… chaos and nature? It’s jackpot for me, little morsel, and a piece of hell for you… in that case I want to enjoy every piece of you, I wish to savor every taste, to gorge on your very essence… “
I felt as she slid her finger over my check.
“It will be a faster, but much more… intense experience.”
I understood her words, but somehow I didn’t care. I knew I should but… she drugged me?
State effects:[Embrace of healing petals][Stun spore][Weakening spore][Numb spore]
Yup. I am drugged. At least she healed me… well, she probably needed me alive t… Ouch!
I groaned in pain as one of her vines cut through my skin and entered body, connecting itself to my bloodstream. Another one, and yet another.
“now, now… try to pay no attention to those morsel… I am afraid, that we have just started, and you are going to feel something much more horrible, but bear it for me, will you? My sweet, sweeeet morsel?”
Your [mana] is being drained
Fuck! Stop it! Stop! It is….
“… pai…n…f..ull…” I said weakly.
Plantgirl’s eyes widened
“My, my… you can already speak… you can already feel it that much? You have some inborn ability to resist poisons? My poor little morsel. It’s bad! Well, for you too… you may die from shock in the middle of the process… poor, poor morsel… but we can’t stop it now… bear it for me sweet little morsel…”
The less mana I had, the stronger the pain became. My body start feeling heavy. Very, very heavy. The nice warmth I felt at beginning turned into unpleasant fever, I started sweating.
I was hopelessly staring at my mana bar being emptied faster and faster.
100 mana left, my vision started being blurry
50 mana, my very skin became sore and somewhat… dry?
10 mana, Headache. Ha… calling it a headache is like calling a dragon a tiny lizard. My very brain was pulsating stronger than my heart. I could SEE the sounds! The smells! I could see voices! And taste triangles… why triangles? Maybe because of trees around us… conifers…. Those tasted like iron… or maybe it was just my blood?
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“You did it morsel… good, good morsel…” She patted my head as she held me in embrace “But, I am afraid, that painful part begins now…”
You are kidding, right? You must be kidding, you are one of those girls, that simply enjoy tormenting everyone… you sick sadistic fuck…
Your [Blood] is being drainedThe [Digesting fluids] are being injected into your body
GWAH! STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! I BEG YOU!
I wanted to shout those words into the air. But I didn’t, I simply couldn’t form any words.
“Poor, poor little morsel… do you know what is happening to you know?” she said, as one of vines blocked my mouth preventing me from screaming, and as he started wiping out tears out of my face. “Your blood is tasty, I want it. But it would be shame if my meal would be finished after drinking those…. 5 liters? Of this liquid pleasure? I want more… your organs… your heart, your liver, your kidneys, your lungs…. The blood I suck creates a vacuum in your veins, the vacuum creates suction power, that force acid into your body from mine… through this little tentacle… yes… the less blood you have, the more acid enters… as quantity of acid would hit certain value, you will start melting… from the inside…” I wanted to start kicking, to trash my body into every possible direction. But I was held a in powerful embrace of flowers, tentacles and Alraune herself. “Your insides will turn into mush, there will be no veins, no nerves… there will be no… You… and I will suck it too… frightening, isn’t it? But hey… morsel… it would means that you will no longer feel pain… do you want to not feel pain? Tell me little morsel… tell me… I can stop it… all this pain will go away… Hm? You want to talk?”
She removed vines from around my head.
What could I do? My muscles from the level of my neck down were struck by some kind of paralyze and my mana was exactly 0 points. I did the only thing I could.
I spitted right on her face
“Fuck you… I hope you will get indigestion you dumb wh…”
She gagged me again.
“Incredible display of strong will… and low manners… well, I am not going to make you pay for it… in the end you are already dead…”
The pain. Unbearable, indescribable pain. I wanted to faint, but simply couldn’t.
I think I was being devoured for 5 or 10 minutes longer, even as I thought that it felt like hours.
Yet finally I was embraced by darkness. That’s right. I died.
Do you know how the last few seconds of dying feels? It’s… pleasurable. I am not kidding. The brain that is shutting itself down is flooding itself with hormones responsible for feeling joy and pleasure.
Yet now, once again, I am floating in nothingness. I am going to be reincarnated? Where would I go for the duration of purification? The afterlife that belongs to Aira? I hope so… for now I am …resentful… toward Heira…
FOR FUCK SAKE! CAN SOMEONE TURN OFF THIS ANNOYING BLINKING BLUE LIGHT ABOVE ME!? I AM DEAD! I WANT TO CONTEMPLATE MY DEATH! SHOW SOME RESPECT TO THE CORPSE, PLEASE!
… wait… I have no corpse… I was sucked in. Whole. I am bloody nutrition for some kind of annoying flower. Ha-ha, I get the joke.
The next time I would meet her I would…
Do what?
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Kill her! Tear her apart!
Too weak…
Weakness is temporary. Via efforts and actions it can be change.
No more time left… dead…
…that’s right… there is always a bigger fish in the ocean. I got stronger than the wolves, but was still weaker than the witch hunters, so I became stronger than the witch hunters, to became weaker than this Alraune… if I would defeat her, someone stronger would appear…. A never ending circle
The journey is more important… than reaching the destination…
Does it matter? Even if I would defeat every living being in this world, there are still deities… and goddess’s… a glass ceiling, I will never break…
Ha… just because you think…. that perfection is unreachable… gives you an excuse… to stop reaching for it?
No matter how tall the tower of Babel I would build, no matter how far I would shoot from it… my arrows will never reach the gods…
The journey is more important than the destination…
What the point?
To travel, to witness, to experience. TO SEE! TO TOUCH! TO FEEL! TO LIVE!
Why do I live? What’s the purpose?
To die
Then why does it matters… everything that lives has to die… no matter if you are an insect, goblin, human, elf, dragon… if you will live a day, 10 years, 50, 100, 1000 or 1,000,000… we all will die… so what the point?
Death is the destination. Living is the journey. Billions of paths that lead to the same place… what really matters, is the path.
My path was too short
The journey is more important than the destination…
They deprived me of experience I could gather…
The weak are food for the strong.
I want to see more…
Reforge your anger into motivation.
I want to eat more….
Melt the fear from your soul… shape it into a blade… and use it against your opponents… against those who oppose you… those who stand before you… those who use you… those who hate you…
I want to feel more…
Death… is no longer a destination…
I DESRVE MORE
Death… is no longer absolute…
I was laying covered in blood and mud, full of fear and sorrow and grief and pain…
Death… is no longer permanent…
… ha… they want to hunt me? fools…
Death… is you…
… Who are you?
…
Say something. Who are you… what are you… what am… I?
You… are me… But I… am not you…
It doesn’t make any sense…
You are still too weak… inferior. Won’t… understand… be… stronger… be…faster… be…smarter… better.stronger.smarter.faster.smarter.faster.stronger.better.better.better.fasterstongerstrongersmarterfasterstrongetBETTER!
WAKE UP!
“ek up! Oy! Stupid Alice! Wake up!... or I will pinch that nice ass of yours….” The butterfly girl was flying over my face
I sat down from my laying position breathing heavily. My whole body was in pain… what the fuck happened!?
You have died within [Hollywood Wonderland]Because [Hollywood Wonderland] is an artificial realm, death here is not permanent For dying you were punished:
- 50 candies were taken away from your deposit
- process of remaking your Avatar took 2 hours.
What.The.F…
“I am… alive?” “Well, technically you were dead for two hours so…” “… it is all because of you…” “Me?” “I was melted and sucked dry… because of… you?” I was not exactly happy. “…Alice… let’s talk about this…” “Sure thing… just first… I will pull your wings off…” “A…Alice?” “Then, I will do the same to your legs, I will gouge out your eyes, rip out your genitals, and I will switch your eyes and ovaries…”(ED: Made the threats anatomically correct for gender.) “Um… I just remember I had something to do… over there… see ya!”
The fire ball missed her by an inch.
“WAIT! ALICE! STOP IT! LEMME TALK! LEMME TALK GOD DAMN IT! I WAS FORCED TO DO SO! I DIDN’T WANT IT, BUT I HAD NOTHING MORE TO DO! THAT WAS A LESSER EVIL! NO MATTER WHAT WOULD YOU DO, IT WOULD END SAME, OR EVEN WORSE!” “Oh, I will let you talk. In the end I will leave your mouth unharmed.” “Alice! It was an event that was bound to happen! You needed to face a much stronger enemy, and you had to die! If you would somehow defeat her, in an hour you would meet an enemy 20 levels stronger, then 30, 40,50! Up to the moment you would die!” “Why!?” “I DON’T KNOW! ASK THAT BITCH THAT CREATED ME!?” “Heira?”
The pixie stopped flying around.
“You won’t do anything without me here. Give it a try. Walk in any way you want to. No matter how many times you would walk away from me, no matter how many times you would change your path. You will always come back to me. This world was made for this very purpose!” “… but why?” “… you need to learn something. Don’t ask me what, because I don’t know! I only know, that you have to fall… fear… this is the very purpose of this dimension. The fear of facing stronger opponent, fear of losing in competition, fear of dying… she wants you to experience every possible fear!”
She was flying closer and closer. I pretended that I was looking in some distant place. Just so I could grab her.
“Gwuh! Oy! Meanie! Lemme go!... or not… go on… it turns me on… hahaha! I am completely fucked up!” “Which wing do you want me to pull off first?” “Doesn’t matter. Teasing is fun… but you won’t hurt me?” “Actually, I will…” “Actually you won’t. You think that this always hungry bitch would let me go? I can’t be harmed. Dunno why.”
I still wanted to check. As I grabbed one of her wings and pulled it away, her body turned into smoke, flew a meter away, and turn back into her original form.
“Aw, you really wanted to hurt me… it’s... it’s… it’s so sweat of you!”
… wait what?
“You wouldn’t want to hurt me if you didn’tmind me! If you wanted to hurt someone it means that you care! It’s so sweat!”
What kind of twisted, broke logic is it?
“… M…m…m…maybe, when this whole mess comes to the end… and I would have a couple of minutes… we c..c..could m..maybe…”
She was sticking fingers of both her palms together as she was looking away. Even more broken. Even more twisted… just like this whole world… is this what you want? To twist me? To make me your follower? Heira, what the fuck do you want from me?!~
For now…
“Oy, you masochistic maggot, where now?” “Aw… wait…” she landed on my shoulder “There! 231 meters 24 centimeters and 13 millimeters forward! Then turn left!
This world is broken. I want to get out as soon as possible. So I will cooperate. For now.
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