《Reign of the Wallenstein》Chapter 1
Advertisement
I was born in a small war-torn country, one that barely gets any mention on the news. As a dirty, smelly, and uneducated orphan, I had no idea what the reason was for the war that plagued our land. All I had to do was obey the order and pull the trigger.
It was hard at first, puking my whole dinner for the first few days of killing. It was hell, considering we were only given food once a day. So I had no choice but to swallow back the sour and sweet dinner down my throat.
It was worth it because the majority of the orphan who puked their dinner didn't last more than a few days!
They just can't keep up with the intensity of the battlefield. For us, guns and ammo are our friends. They never leave our bloody hands. We value our life too much to risk them.
Day after day, we took life and pull the trigger in whatever direction our handler pointed his nasty finger. All with only a single purpose in mind, to survive as long as possible. Though I admit luck also plays a big role in our survival.
But eventually, our luck would run out sooner or later. And in my case, it was the latter.
No matter how good you're with guns and how profound your fighting skill was. It doesn't matter on the battlefield.
One single bad luck.
It only needs one bad luck for a stray bullet to find its way into my left eye to seal my fate.
The moment I lost half of my vision and feel the blood trickling down my cheek, I knew right away that it was game over for me.
In the end, I only lasted a week longer than my orphan in arms. I bested them in survival record but I was still losing.
I knew how it was going to end. There's no winner in a war, it only left death and sorrow. Especially for an orphan like us, we're but a disposable pawns. I knew right away that my life expectancy is going to be a short one.
Advertisement
And now, I looked at the cloud drifting in the blue sky with strange relief.
It's weird...
I should feel scared, after all, I kill a lot of people, leaving my hand drenched with blood and eating vomits just so I can live another day. One more day... Just tonne able to live one more day is something so precious to us orphans.
But now that I was on the verge of death, all I could feel was a relief.
Is it because I don't have to eat shit food and vomit anymore?
Ha, that must be so!
From the corner of my functioning eye, I saw incoming hostile soldiers marching in my direction with firearms in hand.
Good thing we're inside a building so they didn't spot me right away. They might have thought I was a corpse considering the blood and all.
It was a few seconds later that they noticed I was not just a mere corpse. But it was already too late for them. I had already unlatched the pin from the grenade with my good hand.
Their face turned pale when they realize what I was doing. Especially so when they saw the suicide vest aka the gentleman's suit decorated with the lovely bomb.
"He's still alive!"
"Kill him!"
Their panicked voice filled the room.
Ah, that won't do.
As the host, I must not make my guest feel uncomfortable
So the least I can do is give them my best smile.
"Welcome to my humble abode and goodbye!"
Boom!
There's an explosion, heat, and fire before followed by another explosion. Secondary explosion? Maybe. The chain of explosions destroyed the whole building and buried the whole people inside the flame and ruin.
Darkness come and leave as I blinked. One moment I was drenched in blood, and then the next thing I knew, I was here. Clean without single dust.
Wait, what is this place...?
I blinked and rubbed my eyes with my chubby hand to wipe away my drowsiness.
Huh, wait a minute. Chubby hand? this... what happened to my hand?!
Advertisement
On the brink of death and I suddenly find my hand shrinking into that of a kid's. What the hell is going on? My heart sunk as I observed the room for any hostile units. All the while still shrouded in confusion.
This was the worst-case scenario, my memory was fuzzy as hell. I should be dead and yet I'm not dead now.
But still, confused or not, my instinct kicked in almost immediately.
With a grace unbefitting of 6 years old. A blond kid used his right hand to leap back and moved into a stance. But due to the state of his body, he nearly stumbled and his small hand also throbbed from supporting his whole body.
I waved my numb hand as I observed my surrounding.
A luxurious bedroom... That much I can tell.
Did someone save me or something? Maybe performed some mad science while they're at it? Shrinking my body into a child.
I heard rumors about it.
Could it be true after all?
Not just children's stories?
My musing was broken by the sound of footsteps.
Huh? This footstep...
"A single person and the way she walks... a woman?"
I can't help but frowned, "And she's strong."
I looked at my tiny hands and clenched my fist. Silently, I dashed forward and sticks my back to the wall. Ready to ambush the woman.
It's possible that she might be someone who had rescued me from the clutches of the mad scientist and his villainous ilk, but there's also a small chance that she belonged to the hostile camp. And no matter how small, I can't risk it.
Especially with the fragile body I currently had. I had no chance whatsoever in a frontal attack. Though some parts of me feel distasteful, I had no choice if I wants to live.
The door creaked open and I saw a pair of slender legs clad in stockings come out from the door, and I immediately jumped to her back, hands poised to strangle her neck.
I could see it, I'll strangle her neck, and the moment she ran out of breath, subdue and bound her limb. Gag her mouth and immediately proceed to interrogation. One step after another emerged in my mind.
But before my hands managed to touch her neck, a soft hand caught my arm.
I clicked my tongue and tried to wrest my arm free, but to my horror, I failed to free myself from her clutch.
What the hell! She's too strong!
I had no choice but to let her pull me out from her back.
I find myself being flipped upside down. Irritated, I clicked my tongue once again and turned my body sideways, then went for the head.
I could hear the wind part as I put my everything into the kick.
But my kick was easily deflected by the woman's backhand slap!
And before I managed to perform another attack, she pull me into a hug.
In a flash, my face was buried in something soft.
What? What?
I'm in shock?
What kind of development is this?!
I had various scenarios that might happen in case she's innocent or not so innocent. And apology and strangulation are on the top 2 of the list.
Still, this does not exist in my scenarios. And I had no idea what was going on.
But this is not bad either. It feels amazing. Though he could do without the deprivation of oxygen.
She's good, almost too good for my current state. I had no chance from the beginning. We're on a whole different level.
Before I ran out of breath, the woman pull my face away from her breast.
Puhaa!
Sweet air!
Welcome reality and goodbye heaven.
Huh? I swear I saw the pair of heavens bouncing in front of my eyes!
Really!
But, is that possible?!
This looked like anime physics!
Unbelievable!
That moment, I saw it.
A golden-haired beauty was intently looking at me. Her pair of gold eyes showed surprise and happiness.
As though I was caught in a spell, I couldn't tear my gaze away from the beauty in front of me.
Advertisement
- In Serial15 Chapters
Valor and Violence
Valor and Violence is a series of short stories following different, yet all equally colourful, characters set in the same world. Birth of a Legend, the first short, follows Captain Erskine Erwell, a newly promoted Captain in the Calandorian Royal Navy, charged with protecting his people from all who would do them harm. Great news for the Calandorian citizens, bad news for the Skjar reavers that ravage the shores in search of slaves. But when a small reaver fleet slips the net and escapes to the southern jungles of Marduk, Erwell must fight a war on two fronts; one against the raiders, and a far more difficult war against the hostile landscape. If he can't find allies in this strange land, he may end up being the one in need of saving. The first part of the second short story will be uploaded on Saturday, the 11th of June, following Ferez Ahud, an aspiring young battlemage charged with the unsavoury job of 'terminating' a rogue member of his college. But how this nobody of a mage became a fugitive remains a mystery, and when the answer is discovered, the tables are turned and the hunter becomes the prey. I'll be uploading chapters of more in-universe short stories each week or as close to, work permitting. Content Guidelines: course language and violence
8 103 - In Serial6 Chapters
The Cosmic Roommate
Lily Olson is an absolutely ordinary young woman of twenty-two. Aside from an excessive obsession with time travel, hot actors, and sleep, her average day includes working at the Dino Diner, playing video games on her phone, and trying to survive the rat race until the next day.Meet Noah Cosmic. He's a transdimensional super... human? No, he's not very human. Humanoid, yeah, but definitely not human. Is he weird? Very. Is his flying shark cute? It's adorable.Is he reading this synopsis at the same time you are?It's not out of the question.
8 199 - In Serial36 Chapters
Trailblazer
The story of a man who accidentally wrote another world into existence. Everyone breaks away from their mundane daily life in one way or another. Our protagonist, an unfortunate consequence of circumstance, being no different, often escaped the harsh reality of life by writing stories of an alternate world of swords and magic. Though he recognized the difference between reality and fantasy, he could've never imagined what would happen, when the line between the two blurred as lightning struck down from the skies, and his escapism fantasy became all too real... After he came to, he would soon learn that things in the other world aren't quite as he remembered them to be. The world he wrote of had become but a shadow of its former self. Albeit hesitant at first, he sets off on a quest to find out the secrets behind the Trails, yet even then, he can't help but wonder... Can he really bring his world back to its old glory? —————————— I have never written a story before in my life and now I'm doing so in a language I don't natively speak. Groundbreaking quality is probably not something to be expected, but I do my best to keep things readable. With the necessities out of the way, both constructive criticism and other suggestions are very much welcome, and I'll do my best to take them into account when writing future chapters.
8 429 - In Serial8 Chapters
Bone Dungeon: Book 1 in the Elemental Dungeon Series
Ryan doesn't remember much about his life before becoming a dungeon core. Only that he had a bit of a disagreement with the church -- something to do with a beheading? Now reborn, Ryan begins to arm his darkness dungeon with devious traps, bestial zombies and ill-named skeletal creations, without doing anything too evil. Well, mostly. Some adventurers just deserve a stalactite to the head. But Ryan quickly learns being a darkness dungeon isn't all loot and bone puns. With a necromancer on the rise and the Adventurer's Guild watching his every move, he must prove that not all darkness dungeons are malevolent... even if they do have a few skeletons in their caverns. Sadly, all of these issues keep distracting him from his own guilty pleasure, skeletal fight club. But don't tell his fairy about that. **** I have recieved permission from the publisher to share the first 8 chatpers of the story, as a sample (I am the author of this book) **** If you like what you've read, feel free to hop over to Amazon and check out the full story! Available for free on KU, and as an ebook, and paperback! US: https://amzn.to/2U099wG UK: https://amzn.to/2UK3rfj Rest of World: https://viewbook.at/BoneDungeon
8 192 - In Serial10 Chapters
"DRUIDS BANE" A Tundrawolf Story
This is an origin story. It tells the evil beginnings of an ancient enemy to all the free peoples and the Tundra-wolves in and around the Wolf Lands. They are the black sorcerers called the Druids-Bane. Learn how they started their evil quest to stamp out the Wild Wolf Magic and put all the free people under the rule of their iron fist.Read my story "Elves of the Northern Vale", a continuation of the evil Druids-Bane.
8 219 - In Serial170 Chapters
Imagine Being a Rare
The world of mobile games is harsh on wallets and harsher on the characters. How do you stand out in an crowd of designs calculated to attract attention from whales? You want power and fame, powercreep alts and event appearances. Some high rarities succeed, others fail. But how do you stand out when your design is plain, your power low, and your rarity, well, Rare? You don't. In the moderately popular gacha game Commandment of Hero, some Rares have had enough. A new gameplay mode will give them a chance to rise above their rarity, they think. All they need are courage, kindness, and wisdom. They have none of those, but they do have stubbornness, selfishness, and shamelessness, which are at least as effective. If that sounds pathetic, just imagine being a Rare. Updates Monday and Friday.
8 232

