《Angel's Song: Requiem of the Dreams》52. Dungeon Diving (I)
Advertisement
It was high noon as the bright sunlight blinded Snow's sight as she looked out into the distance. Everyone was ready, packing things up and even buying a few last-minute things. She was handing each of them extra food and water items for emergency provisions.
Heather ran towards her. She grabbed onto Snow, who was helping the other's pack up.
"Snow!"
A sharp yank pulled Snow out of focus. She snapped towards the force, realizing that it was Heather. She gave her friend an unhappy expression. Her hand reached up towards the back of her neck, feeling a bit of pain.
"Why didn't you explain to me how serious it was." Heather seemed to be heated by something that Snow didn't understand.
"What are you talking about?" Snow asked the others were looking over, wondering what was going on.
Heather realized the other's attention; she pulled Snow over for them to speak alone.
"You didn't tell me that the actual culprit for the 'Virgin Murderer' was actually in our room." Heather hissed.
"I told you there was some freak walking around our home. Isn't that a red flag already?" Snow didn't understand Heather's thoughts. Mostly because she thought it was a big deal even if that person wasn't the so-called Virgin Murderer.
"Yes! It means everything. You're a virgin!" Heather let out her voice a bit too loud that Snow raised her hand to silence Heather.
With quick, nervous glances, Snow hoped that the others didn't hear. Her eyes locked eyes onto Mike, and then Dairen, both looked away, telling her that they did. Even the others knew what Heather had said, which brought a deep blush on her cheeks.
"Why don't you just state that out into the whole world." Snow seethed. "That maniac came to see you. Not me."
"I highly doubt that." Heather peeled Snow's finger off her face. "I am not a virgin, and if that fool thinks I am, they would be soooooo disappointed."
Putting both hands on her hips, Snow gave her friend a serious look that she wasn't playing. "It's what he said."
"You talked with him?" Heather gasped.
"Yes, more like I was frozen on the spot and couldn't do anything."
"Oh my god. My poor friend." Heather grabbed her and gave her a fierce hug. "You went through so much when I was asleep. I'm such a fool for not sensing that stuff."
Advertisement
For a moment, Snow could feel her body tighten a little too much, making it a bit difficult to breathe. "Heather. I can't breathe."
"Ah, sorry." Heather pulled back away. "I'm going to hire more bodyguards and set up more magical defenses around our place. That creep is not ever going to come near us when we sleep. Plus, you're a virgin. I don't want him to spirit you away." Heather hands tightly gripped her arm, slightly shaking.
Snow could tell that her friend was worried. She was grateful for it, but at the same time, she was more concerned about Heather than herself. Mostly because Levian was interested in Heather.
"Okay, before you do anything crazy. I am going to find you, someone, for you to knock up." Heather's words smacked her in such a way that she felt utterly baffled by her suggestion.
"What?!" Snow's voice went up an octave. "Are you mad?!"
"Absolutely not." Heather placed her arm on her hips. She was dead serious on what she was going to do, and Snow knew Heather. Once spoken, there was a 95% chance that she was going to go through with it. From the looks of it, Snow was sure that she would bring over streams of guys for her to "date."
Heather shifted, "you think I want you to be spirited away?" She shook her head, vigorously. "It's one trade-off, You won't become a sacrificial virgin."
"Damn it, Heather." Snow wanted to shake her friend for being irresponsible with her words, mostly when there was still her group around.
"Look." Heather flatly pointed out, "you got a choice of three: Mike, Dairen, and Tamaki. Hell, they are probably better than the rest of the other crazies who would jump in your pants any time."
"Okay. Enough." Snow replied; she wasn't going to talk about this. "Let me deal with my sex life, and for crying out loud, don't you dare bring any so-called guys around me."
Heather didn't have it. She shook her head, being stubborn as a mule, she glared Snow down. "You're my friend."
"Yes, but you gotta respect my boundaries and morals."
With a heavy heart, Heather gave in. "True. Still, date one of them or something. I'm afraid you will get in deep trouble by yourself one day and when I am not there." Her hand caught Snow's hand, she looked straight into Snow's eyes as the water seemed to bubble out into a tear.
Advertisement
Already, Snow could feel a deep stirring of guilt in her heart.
"Look, I'll try my best. If things happen with someone, things happen. But you know me, I'm not looking for anyone or hoping to get hooked up with anyone."
Heather squeezed her hand, understanding what she meant. Letting her go, she pulled Snow in.
"Don't do something stupid, okay? I'll take care of the store here, come back safe." She whispered into her ears.
"Thanks, Heather." Snow patted Heather's back with a gentle pat.
Heather pulled back, she smiled. "Ah, I forgot something." Rummaging through her pockets, she pulled out a sapphire necklace.
"This is?"
A glimmer of excitement broke out from Heather's lips, she almost seemed to jump up and down, trying to explain what it was. "It's a stone that can store and even help you control yourself when you are in a large area of magic. With this, you can go down deeper into the dungeon without much trouble." She handed the necklace to Snow.
Snow gratefully took the tear-shaped necklace. It glistened beautifully underneath the sunlight, giving it a surreal magic of its own. Already, Snow could feel the pulsating magical aura around it, soothing her mind and even her body. Her heart hummed with pleasure at the gift that her friend had given her.
"Thank you."
"Anything for you, doll." Heather jokingly winked and laughed right after.
"Oh, stop, hun." Snow played along, punching her friend's shoulder.
Both of them joyfully laughed out loud until they hugged once more.
"I should go now. I'll see you again."
"I'm counting on it, best friend." Heather waved, watching Snow go back to the group as they departed.
A sadness gripped Snow's heart, but with great resolve, she pushed forward. She had a job to do and a mission to accomplish. A bubbling curiosity of Levian's murdering streak and about dungeon's grew.
The journey through the first level dungeon was monotonous with barely any effort. The monsters stayed far away from them as they had used the blood scent of the Wendigo to push through.
When they finally arrived at the glowing gate, Snow couldn't help but take in a good look at the deserted landscape. It was bare with no life as far as the eye could see. The ground was coiled with ashen colored sand that told her that the soil was sick. The only thing that was present was the Stonehenge gate that told them that they were going to enter into the next level.
Snow breathed in deep, following the group as they entered the gate. She felt herself falling; eventually, she felt the ground, which threw off her balance. A bit sick, she stumbled, landing on her hands and knees.
"Are you okay?" Dairen came over, giving him her hand to get up.
It took a moment, but Snow was able to pull herself up with Dairen's help.
"Thanks."
"The motion sickness always gets to you when jumping through the gates," Dairen replied, understanding what she was feeling. "It takes a few times before you get used to it."
"I see." Wiping her lips, she searched around.
She was shocked to see where she was. Out before her was the ocean. The only piece of land was a long strip that kept on going off into the distance. Ocean water touched both sides. She wondered if the tide would come in to wash away the whole piece of land, making it impossible to cross.
Snow was baffled at the scene. Even if she heard and saw the map, being in the presence of the ocean was something completely different. She could also hear the sound of seagulls flying around overhead as the water bashed itself unto the nearest rock and beach.
"It's the Starlight Ocean or Starlight Lake. Someone tried swimming out in the hopes of escaping, but they were returned back to the shore. I think there is some kind of magic placed around it." Dairen pointed out, "Luckily, this floor is effortless. We just need to follow the open land before us, and it would lead us to the third floor."
To hear it was a straight shot, Snow wondered what else was present in this field. She had the feeling it wasn't as simple as Dairen made it out to be.
"Except for a few monsters that like to pop out and try to eat you, it's not a big deal." He casually remarked. "They don't come out often, so it's more of a stroll. I believe it takes us a good day to go across."
Snow weakly laughed. She wasn't sure if the start of her journey was a blessing or a curse, but she knew what she needed to do.
Advertisement
- In Serial227 Chapters
The First Corridor of Old Works
But what is it, really? Old Works. They say, some do anyway, or would, if they still had tongues - it's a dream. That it's a million year old mystery connecting three planets. Some, yet other, anonymous entities, charge that it's a structure, more accurately, an architecture - a quest, even, made from, and through - corridors. Pretty inarguably, for one thing, it's a maze. Even some pronounce, if you can understand those currently vomiting blood, that it's a corporation, and yet others - the brave ones – and dead - say it's... near death. Or that it is. Death. - Death itself. But that dark thing on the horizon, that thing emerging to replace the only system we... know. - Whatever it is it couldn't be the end, of everything, could it? Eminently possible, but - it couldn't be worse? 3 civilisations/3 planets... and Old Works. 4 heroes: The Cyclops seeing out his Eye the reality of that place - and by means of that vision - greasing the many-toothed gears of that great old churning nightmare. The Writer sweating to keep the story alive that supports the great old lying structure. The Fake King who abides among all those tunnels of dreams and lies and dreams and... slaves. And the Hero Dreamt, all those slaves - to maintain that structure's even functioning, have to - at all... they dream him. They literally dream him. But that thing, from whence, who knows, arriving? What kind of sick demonic mind could even - But it can only be psychosis - Or possession. Reducing all of reality to some kind of – what would you call it? A Game? A video... joke? And that half-Cyclops, that beauty – what does she have growing – beneath her supernatural genitals? A game for him? A game/a dream; a – world? Or just Old Works. And this Wound in reality – that our writer near-died putting inside her. What is it anyway? And what reality does it bring with it. This demon or God. Through the corridors; lattices of smoke and shadows and colours; dungeons; and supernatural organs; the labyrinths made from dreams... and flesh. - What happens when they face that Wound – staring the absolute. right. in. them? - Through - What happens to all us... slaves... then? But at the end of the hallway, you see it there, I say you do, that turning - It's only the First Corridor of Old Works. This finished 104,000 word kind of LITRPGy fantasy novel, the First Corridor of Old Works will be released in daily 2000 word chapters, or equivalent [unfailingly at 20:47 GMT] Immediately followed by the Second Corridor of Old Works [161,000 words, edited, ongoing, as of 24/09/21] At first lite on stats these LITRPGy elements will become increasingly - built meticulously upon what precedes - ubiquitous, as we proceed into a world painstakingly built to support these mechanisms. After - minimum - 6 months, this manic daily release schedule will be somewhat relaxed: 5 days a week. - But don't lie to yourself it's not there. That thing watching at the end of the hallway... and where it leads. It's - Of countless, it could only be - The First Corridor of Old Works.
8 192 - In Serial331 Chapters
Starting With Contract Pets
Su Bai wakes up and finds that the world has changed drastically. He realizes he has come to a world of pets. After accepting the new setting, he is determined to become a powerful Pet Tamer.
8 277 - In Serial40 Chapters
Paladin: Underworld (Reboot)
Beyond the mundane life of pushing pencils, mowing lawns, and fixing cars lay a world of shadows. A realm of dark dealings that will drag you down with it. In this "Underworld" one name is known throughout in fear: The Paladin. And this is her story as she battles threats too dangerous to be left unchecked.
8 98 - In Serial23 Chapters
A Volume of Forgotten Lore
An assassin bent on lovers' vengeance grooms the Bastard son of the king. The second prince fights desperately to save his bastard brother's life. Across the sea a rebel of the tribe of the Viv stirs strife with the living winds. All of Lumiterra is in turmoil and two young heroes find themselves in a larger more malevolent world than they ever imagined. When the night gate opens our heroes' stand against this bright darkness and lay their lives at the feet of their friends.
8 533 - In Serial38 Chapters
please notice [chris sturniolo]
in which the whole internet knows about chris' crush on sadieorwhere an actress falls for a youtuber
8 119 - In Serial12 Chapters
Unique Fusion Magic Hex
World Essence. The mysterious energy coursing throughout the entire land of Vor'ten, and very possibly the entire world. This energy has allowed humanity to flourish, building great empires and vast kingdoms, conquering nature itself with just a sweep of their hand. Humans were the strongest existence, and with the help of channeling this World Essence, many were able to turn into Magic Knights, gaining magical abilities to combat the various fierce beasts throughout the lands.Alas... those glory days of old were long gone. Humanity has now been pushed to the brink of destruction, and now the remaining members of the human race are encased within giant domes known as 'Alkkras', made with the last remaining bits of the World Essence. It was said that those giant domes were the last gifts left by the remnants of the ancient human race, as a means to protect the future generation from the attacks of the many wild beasts roaming outside. Five Spiritualist Invokers, all combined together, used the last bit of the World Essence and sacrificed their lives to lay a gigantic, 1028-seal formation magic array to form these barriers, forever saving humanity, but also trapping humanity within these barriers.However, the humans were never completely helpless. No matter how little World Essence was left, the humans still had some remaining. Realizing the incoming crisis, the humans found a way to seal World Essence inside a special type of crystal. Soon, these crystals began to become implanted into weapons, turning them into World Essence Weapons, and they began to display properties of their own. Extreme heat. Bone chilling cold. Absurd sharpness. These normal weapons, after being imbued with the energy of the World Essence Crystals, began to form natural affinities to elements. Fire. Water. Earth. Wind. Darkness. Light. Using these weapons, one could become a Chevalier that wielded the power of the elements.However, if one wanted to reach a higher level of enlightenment and understanding, one could become an Invoker. Via the study of magic array formations, one could directly use the power of the World Essence to cast devastating magics upon the enemy. These people were Invokers, highly valued for their combat potential by the Army. These weapons and magical arrays were used in the great fight between the humans and the beasts long ago. They had long since been put away in storage, almost long forgotten...However, after ten-thousand years of suppression, the human race is beginning its counterattack against the Beasts... Synth was an Invoker in the Magecroft Academy. However, his talent was terrible, being only at the Spark Stage. This led to him being looked down upon and bullied. He was unable to cast any Calamity-rank or even Destruction rank spells, and was only able to cast Coalescing rank spells at the age of 17, a record low in the academy for cultivating these rare Invokers. Even though he put in more effort than anyone else, he was still unable to advance his Channeling Energy. But due to his constant research and study, Synth ended up creating a power that would go against the heavens - he had found how to Fuse spells together. After trying it out once, merging the magical array for the Small Fireball and the Mortal Judgement skills, he was able to create a mid-rank Destruction tier spell, Holy Judgement Flame. However, after this, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to fuse more spells together or even cast them, and noticed a weird, pentagram shaped formation on his left arm. He would later call this mark the Fusion Magic Hex, a curse that prevented the wielder from casting magic that wasn't their own...This meant that with the exception of Synth's newly created skill, , he was going to have to create unique magic arrays if he ever wanted to step on the path of becoming an Invoker! This power that destroyed the laws of the Invoking System, and his unyielding persistence in testing and creating new spells, would later gain Synth the nickname the Unique Fusion Hex, and lead him to become one of the strongest beings in the entire World!
8 76

