《Spores Controller》Chapter 21: Retreat
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A deep voice resonated throughout the cave as our eyes were still glued towards the ceiling.
“Tell me. Who is that one?”
Hearing a voice coming out but being unable to tell where it came from, the others panicked. I knew about his existence and could also tell that he was the one speaking, but I remained silent. Aston was the brave soul that dared to answered back.
“Who are you? And where are you?”
Camazotz replied back with an annoyed tone in addition to his already commanding tone.
“Answer my question and speak nothing else. I only let you live to answer my question.”
Noticing the power coming from the voice and that he was the one commanding the bats that attacked us, Raoul stopped Aston from speaking. He spoke out respectfully instead.
“Who could you possibly be asking about, Sir?”
His response did not calm Camazotz down and instead angered him. It wasn’t that Raoul had spoke the wrong words, instead it was that Camazotz misunderstood the tone that he took.
“How dare you! Isn’t it obvious! Are you trying to make a fool out of me!?-”
I cut him off to prevent his anger from boiling over. It was a risk that must be taken.
“That would be me.”
I spoke it out as I stood up, staring towards where he was. He seemed to figured out that I knew his location as I was looking directly at him. He also accepted being interrupted as I was providing the answer that he seeked.
“Then young lad, who might you be? Why do you feel so… unnatural?”
“Because I am, Camazotz.”
He looked stunned for a moment, before he regained his posture and continued to speak. The other party members had questioning expression instead. Wondering who ‘Camazotz’ was and how did I arrived at that name.
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“I see. You are one of the rare ones with that kind of power. But that doesn’t meant that I would necessarily feel that way towards you.”
“Feel how towards me?”
“Something similar to nostalgia, but that couldn’t be possible. Familiarity might be a good way to describe it.”
With how he felt towards me, I found the situation slightly more positive. But his attitude from earlier meant that he treated our lives as nothing worthy. Knowing that I had to figure out his weakness, I continued with identifying Camazotz. I had to delay him for time as the progress continued.
“Nostalgia wouldn’t be too far away from the truth. You would’ve been alive for a couple of thousands years, I suppose.”
Adding in a slight delay for the suspense, he waited for me to continue.
“You see, I was born in an era from more than a thousand years back. Though not as far back as yourself, I would’ve considered myself abnormal here too.”
He looked disbelieved and was going to put down what I had just said, but I continued speaking before he could do that.
“In your times, you were worshipped as a god by the Maya civilization. They lasted for quite a long time but they didn’t survived until the time I was born. I was born hundreds of years after they were gone. It was an era of technology where you could get from one side of the earth to the other in roughly a day. An era where information can get across the world in seconds and an era where the population reached more than seven billion. Although you probably had secluded yourself most if not all of the time in cave, you would have heard stories from your children and servants about such tales, no?”
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I poured information into his head in an attempt to confuse him and made it longer for him to calmly think things through. It didn’t worked as well as I thought as he answered shortly after I finished speaking. But the conversation until now had managed to buy enough time for me to identified him to 56%.
“Young child, you speak the truth it seems. But how could you possibly had survived that long in that weak human body of yours? That, I do not believe.”
“It was as you said. This body did not survived all those years. Though I was human when I was born, I am no longer so. I took over this human body only a short while back.”
“You had wasted so much time on the runabout way of explaining. You still have yet to answered my question. Who are you?”
“A man in body, a child in mind, a parasite in form.”
I knew that I had to tell the truth. Delaying his answer or faking it any longer would have definitely lose his trust, or at least in his curiosity to find out the answer.
“Parasite!? YOU! KILL THEM!”
The words he shouted seemed to shake the others from the trance that they were in as they tried to comprehend the conversation that Camazotz and I just had. They were not fully rested but they were definitely no longer out of breath and stood up immediately, readying their weapons. I was also more prepared than before as I managed to stalled for enough time to raised the identifying of Camazotz to 63%.
StatuesName:CamazotzTitle:AncientRace:BatGender:MaleLevel:59Experience:78%%Stats Point:0Class:Ruler of the NightHealth:700/700Mana:560/560Health regen:7/sMana regen:5.6/sStrength:80[112]Intelligence:50[70]Dexterity:90[126]Wisdom:40[56]Vitality:50[70]Willpower:30[42]Attack:100-134Defence:45
Skills
Class Tree
Ruler of Night[Level 53]
Other Skill
Once Worshipped God[Passive](There are other Unidentified Skills)
Identify:63%
Noticing that it was impossible to win against him after confirming his status, I shouted out loud.
“Retreat!”
The others readily agreed and we tried our best to move back towards the entrance of the cave while swarms of bat that were easily larger than ourselves attacked us from every direction. This time, we abandoned the idea of laying low as it would reduce our movement speed. We had to get out of the cave as soon as possible. We would have no chance of surviving if this turned into a long lasting fight, we wouldn’t have the stamina nor the mana to last until we got to the last bat. Furthermore, we had a bat god that we would have zero chance of winning in a fight even if we were at tip top conditions and only had to fight himself.
Luckily for us, Camazotz didn’t personally join into the fight and we could barely handle the bats that swarmed us while still moving slowly but surely out of the cave.
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