《Starborne Warrior》Chapter 41: Sorry about that.
Advertisement
The river of rebirth exists in a realm layered right on top of the many worlds. The river of time is also said to be layered on top.
Falling into the river is not a scary sensation, you feel a weightlessness, as the beautiful scenic and flickering landscape of spiritual beings and fauna are the first thing you see. I felt my soul still anchored above, as my body evolved.
My soul was perfecting, and it would perfectly overlap the body, and multiply my strength exponentially. I didn't know the exact cultivation level of the beast, but I could feel how my body was evolving.
With this anchor, I was able to glide over the river and trees. I could hear the feelings of Au-ha, but no longer the sound of her voice. Still, it was enough. She silently encouraged me.
I was searching for the Mo family. Likely, they would be near the end of the river. It took a lengthy time, but time here does not pass the same as in the many worlds. 10 years in here could be an hour out there.
I reached the end at last, where the waterfall fell into a basin. Innumerable souls were waiting at the end, waiting for their loved ones, so they may be reborn together.
It didn't take long to spot, the father and son were fishing on the river. They both emenaneted contentment and peace. They laughed, and joked.
“You could never catch a single fish as a kid, and it still hasn't changed even in death, hahahaha.”
“Hmph, that's because I have a terrible teacher.”
Mo Wan, the innocent boy that was crushed by me. It was hard to approach them, to intrude upon that small paradise they have before they take to the next life. My steps felt heavy, and that spiritual grass, through the forest. In this place, the soul was nourished. I felt a strange calm.
Footsteps broke the leaves behind them, they both turned, and looked at me. Both of them gestured to take a seat. I did, and looked at Mo Wan.
“I'm really sorry about that, brother.” I explained. “That was all fucked up. Really. It was just bad luck for both of us.”
He smiled an innocent and bright smile, “hehehe, I've heard of what you did to the clan in just a few months, you’re amazing! Don't apologize.” He gave a sly smirk. “Honestly, I could have moved in time, I saw it coming from a mile away. I don't know, at the time, I just didn't have the energy. Mentally.”
Advertisement
“I don't regret my decision for a second.” He stood up, and looked at me.
“Mo Star, you are a good brother of mine, and even in the next life, I will not forget you.” he said, earnestly as a big brother.
Mo Yang clapped his hands on our shoulders, “My boys.” and laughed happily, so happily, that tears were coming out. It was infectious, and both me and Mo wen started crying, and laughing.
All of us together, as close as a family.
In this place, souls would spend some time to nourish themselves in preparation for the next life. Mo Yang and Mo Wan were living in a nice wooden hut, made of spirited wood. It was a white-blue smooth- fading color.
We lived here together. We ate, We hunted, We fished, We spoke. In the nights we would make campfires and tell stories of our dreams, what’ll happen in the next life.
And just like that, in the lands by the river of rebirth, the years went by. Time in this place crawled at its own pace.
I was sparring with Mo Wan.
“No, no, no. You can't lose your footing, that's, like, rule number one.” I spoke.
“Then don't punch me.” Mo Wan complained like this often. I could only laugh.
“Just focus on dodging, I'm not even trying that hard.”
“Wooow, aren't you amazing, huh?” he mocked.
“Oi, this is for your next life, brother. Take it seriously. One day, I may find you once more.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Wan broke into an even brighter smile and started trying harder.
Mo Yang was bathing in the sunlight nearby, as he heard his children train each other. What a wonderful life. Too bad it would never be real, and it would be forgotten as soon as they entered those waters.
My soul was nourished, and I trained Mo Wan in martial arts. He actually greatly preferred kicks, and was more of a kickboxer. As I huddled down and got in close to devastated them with strong punches and kicks, he leaned back and tested the opponent with long kicks and swift jabs.
It may seem pointless. But it is said that once a cultivator achieves immortality, severing themselves from the final laws of heaven, they remember every life they once lived. All of their attempts are now combined into one.
Advertisement
More years passed. We all sat and ate, the meat here was a strange metaphysical material that mimicked meat to nigh perfection. When the beast was slain, it was simply reborn again. This place was a paradise, but in its final irony, paradise was bound to be lost, and forgotten.
He asked me how Jia was, and I told her she was doing well. He asked me to deliver a message, but I told him she already knows.
We talked everyday, and trained everyday. There were many other souls, but they would forget my face as soon as they took the plunge.
Even more years, and they began to flicker and fade. They told me it was time for them to jump down into the basin.
“Star, little bro.” Mo Wen was hugging me tightly, trying to keep it together and failing, crying and sniffling. “Promise me you will live a good life. And I promise you that If I reach immortality in the next life, I will find you, dear brother, haha.” he gave a sad laugh, I hugged him tight.
“I love you, brother. I'm certain that in the next life, you will be born into riches, handsome and with plenty of women.” We both laughed, as family would.
Mo Yang gave me a big bear hug. “Little Star, when you fell into our world that day, you changed our lives completely. At seemed quite bad at first, but it was no doubt for the better. These have been without a doubt the happiest years of my life.” he began tearing up.
“Stay true to your path, and always know that you will have family out there.”
I couldn't help but start weeping as I watched them go. Why? I wanted to jump into the river too, so bad at this moment. I saw them walk off together, side by side, looking back and waving to me, as they wandered into the end of the river.
I saw them jump into the basin, hand in hand. I sat there for a long time, watching others reunite, and jump in together. I saw some give up on waiting, and jump ahead alone. I saw some that came and would just as quickly go.
I pulled on the tether, and returned to my body. A wanderer once more.
First thing, I took a deep breath, which was smothered by the rope, I quickly cut it off and fell on the ground. The evolution had completed, somehow, in what was an instant on this world. Maybe because my soul had spent so many years in another. The slow perfecting of my soul was made even more immaculate by the cleansing and strengthening of the rivers of rebirth.
My arm had instantly regrown. It felt as if it had never left, I rotated and twisted it happily.
I looked the same , though I grew taller, and my jaw gained the strength of the Czar, my soul was perfected, and purified. It overlapped onto the body and multiplied my strength, speed, and defense many times over. The purification made my lighting bolts incredibly powerful and pure in energy. My magnesis was also amazingly amplified. The regeneration of my bloodline had increased, as I felt that unknown blood turn and boil.
The soul's perfection was made ever more perfect and pure.
An amazing upgrade, but still, I felt the void inside.
“Don't worry, you will find them again,” Au-ha spoke. “And in the meantime, you always have me.”
“Well, you have done something incredible. I can sense your soul strengthened many times over. Good job.” The Lord was kind for once, maybe ever.
“Thank you. Both of you.”
I took a deep breath, and decided to explore the world. I have been stuck in this western region for too long. It is very likely that Cyrek and Tera are on this world and I have yet to find them, they are clearly not in the west. So, it was time to head elsewhere.
First, the North.
Advertisement
How I Met Your Monster
A blog exploring the new nonhumans only dating app Unhinged. Join me, Silas Donovan, as I go on interviews with some of the app's many users! (Each entry is self-contained) [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 244Undying Empire
Elinor is just a sixteen-year-old goth going through some abnormal teenage drama; her parents are involved in giving some 'unwanted' humanitarian aid to Venezuela, and they're dragging their daughter along to expand her world view ... much to her displeasure. The jungle sucks and the bus has no air conditioning, and great, she's kidnapped ... The Oscillation happens, monsters attack ... she's a monster. Now, she's in a foreign world, fighting to survive.
8 241Felicitas
I made a mistake. Luckily, cats have nine lives.
8 190Cutting Edge - A Progression LitRPG
Kent’s a good lad, that’s what everyone says, growing up to become a magical farmer, a pillar of society. That is until he fails to gain the trait he desperately requires to be able to level. Seemingly without the ability to level, he is exiled from civilization as required by ancient customs. Now he must take his first steps alone in a world that is unforgiving and always out to get you. Can he claim his own place in the world? How would you act when the system desperately wants you to be edgy? Light Spoilers: Note: The skill stuff and proper LitRPG elements will begin in the mid-ten chapters. And they will be crunchy. Note: This is not going to be a farming story. Mostly Murderhobo
8 152Ode 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 165She's a Halstead.
Sophia Grace Halstead was just that, a Halstead. Her mother an absentee and her father doing his best to raise a kid whilst working a job where he does his best to keep his head down. Will relationship's continue to be hard to form when trouble strikes at the Halstead home?
8 189