《Black Heaven Ascension》Baby steps(20)
Advertisement
The walls of the nameless ravine were not smooth, they were jagged and uneven with rocky protrusions on both sides that resembled teeth of some ancient colossal beast. As Han Bei fell down he crashed into these protrusions and knocked several of the rock teeth out. In return, the ravine took a bite out of him as well and broke several of his bones before he hit the bottom like a sack of potatoes. Several seconds passed with no movement from Han Bei's shattered form while shards of broken rocks rained down from above.
The bottom of the ravine could only be described as barren. The shining grass that cleared away the night up above, grew only in rare patches down there, making the place almost completely dark. In the rare spots not covered by the darkness brittle gray rocks and white bones of poor souls that chose this place as their final destination covered the ground. Fauna there was scarce and the most commonly seen plant was a black bush that probably could survive the vacuüm of space and the heat of the volcano just as well as this place. The only sign of supposed life was a small yellow spring that ran through the middle of the ravine, but no fish or plant life was to be found there. Any life form that wandered to close would be assaulted by a foul smell of rot and decay.
As the dust cleared and Han Bei's broken twisted body was revealed he was suddenly poked by a wooden finger-like branch. Seconds passed and nothing changed. Surrounded by an air of determination the branch poked the pale body with increased intensity.
As there was no reaction from the insistent poking an impatient elderly voice called out, " How long you are going to sleep you lazy bum?" The old monk swung his branch in a wide arc and aimed for Han Bei's head. The blow almost landed but in the nick of time, a broken pale arm snapped back into place and caught the stick. The corpse-like man opened his green eyes and loudly shouted at the old monk that attempt to practice sword forms on him, " Will you stop hitting me you old fool, I was assessing the injuries on my body not sleeping, and how did you even get here so fas...you know what nevermind. "
Advertisement
The Monk innocently smiled, " Well little corpse, if you had answered to my probing immediately you wouldn't have to suffer such annoyances, so you only have yourself to blame." As if he remembered something he had forgotten the old monk also added," So how is your body? " Han Bei released the hateful stick from his grasp and snorted, " Crippled for life. All of my limbs were shattered, my spine got broken in two different places and I got a dent in my skull. " The old monk nodded as if he already expected such an answer before he gave a truly ridiculous request, " Now stand up. "
The bones all over Han Bei's body rearranged themselves and set themselves back in their place. Even when they were broken his blood congealed around the shattered pieces of the bones and fixed the broken shards together. No blood flowed from any of Han Bei's many open wounds, instead, they resembled red cracks on his pale flesh. The whole process only took around 10 seconds, and Han Bei easily stood without much discomfort.
The old monk's eyes beamed with delight, " Remarkable, your body is capable of preserving its functions and form, despite extreme damage that would cripple or kill most living beasts or cultivators." He silently observed Han Bei's body before he politely made a request, " Would you please give me your hand? "
Han Bei was, quite honestly, creeped out by the way the old monk leered at him, but the need to know of his condition far outweighed the discomfort he felt from the old monk. He hesitantly extended his hand, and the old monk tightly held it by the wrist and then used the branch to make a small puncture in the middle of Han Bei's palm.
Han Bei's hand twitched while the old monk observed the small injury with fervor in his eyes. " Now this what I'm talking about. " He quickly inserted two of his fingers inside Han Bei's new wound. Shocked Han Bei broke free of the old monk's hold and pulled his hand away. No blood spilled from the small wound but instead, it extended like rubber, as the old monk still held a part of it pinched between his fingers. Han Bei accusingly shouted, "By the Heavens, what the hell did you do to me? "
Advertisement
" HaHaHaHa, " the old monk joyfully laughed. " I didn't do a thing. " He released his hold and pointed at Han Bei. " It's you, little corpse, your body. It's unlike any I've seen before, " He continued with increased fervor while Han Bei inspected his hand, the blood had already shrunk and returned inside his body on its own after 30 seconds. " If a body of a normal person is a collection of countless intricate mechanisms your is a single solid mass that can essentially ignore absurd amount of damage and reconstruct itself when it's necessary, Whatever change facilitates your ability to ignore damage it also seemingly allows you to directly absorb ghost qi without going insane or crippling yourself. "
The monk mumbled under his nose in an incomprehensible manner, and it took Han Bei several attempts before the old monk returned at the topic at hand." Well moving on little corpse, strictly speaking, it isn't true that your mmm...undying physique can't heal, it just needs a certain stimulus. "
The old monk didn't break eye contact as he took a bloody piece of meat out of his sleeve. It was still fresh and warm blood slowly dripped from it. Han Bei's gaze was immediately drawn to the flesh in the monk's hands before he quickly averted his eyes in shame.
The old monk tossed the piece of meat to the young corpse and explained, " It ain't human, just take a bite. " Han Bei hesitated, " If you're lying then, you're the next dish on the menu. " He did what the monk asked, and immediately he felt a warmth that spread from his gut throughout his body. A warmth that was familiar but different at the same time. It spread from his stomach and circulated throughout his body. The warmth gathered at the places he was injured and fused with the broken bones and damaged flesh. It repaired and restored what was damaged, and just under 2 minutes many of Han Bei's injuries were healed. The old monk gave him another piece and after a grand total of 5 minutes, all of his injuries were gone without a trace.
" How do you feel? " the old monk posed a question. Han Bei answered still amazed by his own recovery, " Like some senile old fart didn't throw me down a kilometer deep ravine. " The old monk had a wide smile on his face." Well little corpse, you just may leave a mark on the long river of history, depending on what path you take forward. " This thought filled Han Bei with expectation. " I yet may pull a star down from the heavens then. "
Advertisement
Magnus
Updates daily at 23:06 UTC. 2/1/2021 NOTE! This trilogy is being published by Aethon Books starting with book one on 5/1/2021. All books have been removed from RoyalRoad. This story was posted on RR in its entirety before being removed. Magnus Cromwell kills for a living. He’s organized, professional, efficient. Like a machine. But when his family’s life is on the line? That’s something else. That calls for the kind of warm-blooded vengeance that scorches earth and summons tungsten rods from space, leaves a whole lot of melted flesh, and no one to tell the tale. It should've been a blue milk run. As by-the-book as it gets. With his sister Nina out safe and the opposition decimated by hypersonic gunfire, MC wondered where they got the guts to even try. Then something hits him. Lays him out cold, and leaves him waking up to a fantasyland with nothing but his armor and a half-written note to guide him. It's a strange place where even stranger predators eye him for their next meal. Where his life’s on a timer, and where the darkest horrors haunt his dreams, painting visions of death. There's no right day to mess with Magnus Cromwell. But the universe sure managed to pick the absolute worst one. --- - MC is stone-cold, strong(OP), and gets even stronger, but he'll still face his fair share of challenges, both internal and external. - LitRPG-lite. No stats and an unconventional system. Expect abilities and progressions, but there will only ever be a handful of them. - Science Fiction and Fantasy collide, with a touch of mystery, Lovecraft, and body horror. - Professionally painted art scenes! - This series is finished. A Huge thank you to RoyalRoader MikeWe for the banner, and to NoDragons for his help editing the synopsis. Cover and scene art by the talented John Molinero Discord: https://discord.gg/s6e5rTj [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 298The Last Duke's Memoirs
As the youngest son of a Knight, Klive has to follow his family to the village of Lothar. Claiming the land awarded by the king, the compensation for their participation in the Monster Subjugations. Growing a small village into a city metropolis, they face unknown and monstrous threats whilst seeking to prove themselves on the frontier. Unbeknownst to his family, Klive had a secret. The little lad had inherited an old velvety book that bore the secrets of a chaotic era. A mythical book that held interesting historical excerpts coming from the last dukes of the forgotten times.***Sporadic Release :(
8 156The Card Thief of Culnivar
Deep with the cozy kingdom of Daeton, among the generation-old farmlands and villages, a young farmer’s daughter stumbles upon a dead man. His elaborate clothing has been torn to ribbons, yet his skin remains unblemished. His face is peaceful, and tucked into the hand lying across his chest can be seen a solitary playing card. He is a Ludum Haeres. The last remnant of a Summoner. Numbered among those few capable of changing their destinies. The unseen rulers of the world known as Vesperia, and one of the most powerful creatures in existence. The woman knows none of this. And so, she picks up the card... This is my third novel on Royal Road, the first being "Beyond the Horizon's Eye", and the second being "The Dawnfire Archives". This story is something of a test in a new genre, that of CardLIT. We'll see how well it succeeds as the story continues. It takes place in a different setting than my other tales, with an entirely new cast of characters. It does, however, contain several ties between the stories. Average post between 1000 - 3000 words.
8 196I'll try this cultivation thing
Life is the biggest mystery of all. Magic is fascinating when depicted in a book but it becomes a normal thing when it's used for daily chores. A young soul like many other in the vast ocean of souls was reborn in a new world where new life and adventure waits for him. Cultivation, magic, laws, gods, heaven, hell. How will this young soul deal with the things that cross the boundary of one's imagination? A prologue or few chapters may look same but the plot might thicken and plotholes might shorten. Let's find out after few feedbacks.
8 156Dispatches from the Inter-galactic
Dispatches From The Inter-Galactic is a series of loosely related satirical stories which take place in a galaxy full of various interstellar civilizations and numerous space faring species generally described as consentients. This series is set in a galaxy which take place in a similar but not entirely unlike the galaxy in which my series Up in Space takes place While there are numerous themes related to interstellar life, several of the stories directly relate to specific themes such as; The pan-galactic ramifications to the use of supersymetrical energy sources (often drained from intera-located alternate and pocket realities.) the use of which by most interstellar civilizations is steadily increasing the overall amount of Dark Matter. This is increasing the mass of the galaxy and results in the occasional rips in inter-dimensional space as well as an overall increase in supernova activity. It is also speeding up the approach of the galaxy in Andromeda, which is of concern to several long lived civilizations; The Morphoids, a race of shape-changing consentients who are capable of using the space lanes created by the use of supersymetrical sourced energy to spread throughout the galaxy. They are currently viewed as threat number one by many space-faring species; and Xeno and exo-sexuality, as many species try to figure out what sort of enjoyment they can have with many of the species they encounter in space (only some of which are carbon-based, or more rarely, humanoid in appearance). This also relates to the altering of species to make reproduction somewhat easier for those with rather complicated lifestyles. A major force in this area of pursuit is the galactic visiteering industry, which promotes the ‘uplifting’ of more primitive planet-bound near-consentients.
8 172~•°Forced Marriage°•~ (Taekook FF)
In which jungkook's parents have a problem with the Kim family and jungkook got forced to marry Kim taehyung to fix the problem, But taehyung already had a boyfriend.Will taehyung treat jungkook well? Will he fall for him? Let's find out!
8 226