Christopher Martin
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Who knows how long passes as I’m left listening to the sounds of the voices in the darkness while feeling nothing but pain. And over time, I think I even manage to get used to the pain. Which was rather unexpected. I also hear voices every now and then, but they aren’t very clear, nor are they loud. So I can’t make out what they’re saying. Eventually I grow bored enough to focus on my fractured DNA – something I suspect is probably the reason for me being here. Wherever here is. Might even be…-
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Darkness. All around me, that’s all I can see. Meanwhile voices continues echoing through my head almost as loud as my own thoughts. Thoughts that feel cloudy for some reason. Then there’s the pain. Extreme pain that seems to be bypassing my Pain Diffusion skill as I float in the darkness of whatever void I’m in. Pain that keeps me from thinking about anything beyond the pain and voices. The voices continue nearly endlessly, and over time I almost give in to them as they start to overload the…
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Cynthia walks through the Gate in a hurry after changing out her magi-tech armor in an instant and leaving behind her terminal and other modern technology as her mind goes wild considering every last possible even that could’ve happened to Scarlet. But she doesn’t get long to think about it before the group of people close to Scarlet including herself are all enveloped by a large sphere of blood. And just seconds later, the sphere of blood vanishes, revealing a large castle courtyard around…
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Arkaz feels pain in his chest for the first time in over a thousand years as he checks over his granddaughter, who by all accounts should be healthy again after his healing. But isn’t. He continues searching over her for wounds, the girl herself being in a coma now as he does so, only to hear his son’s voice echo through the battlefield, “Father, what’s wrong with her?” Arkaz doesn’t answer for several seconds, instead just searching for the answer himself. And after a time unknown to Arkaz…
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Tar panics as he repeatedly slams into the barrier of solid miasma around him, uncaring that each time he does so it wears away slightly at his avatar. Uncaring that it will take him months just to recover after this. Because all that’s on his mind right now is the image of Scarlet’s injured face in his vision as he slams himself into the wall with abandon, just like he’s been doing for Oberon knows how long now. But out of nowhere, the miasma barrier suddenly lifts itself, making him fly straight…
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Without batting an eye, the undead kitsune lets out a laugh as he literally swats away each and every one of my attacks, making the whispers of my Sin of Pride grow louder and louder. And each time it happens, I feel myself growing angrier and angrier. But unlike the last time this happened, I manage to narrow all of that rage down to just attacking him. I burn as much of my blood as I can, burn my own life energy along with the life energy I drain from him, drain my reserves of blood practically dry to…
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“What the fuck did you just do?!” I shout through the pain as I raise my head to look around, only to find the lunatic appearing right in front of me with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Why, my dear little puppy, I just temporarily cut off the link between the two of you connecting your realities,” he says, making my eyes widen in shock. “This way your little pet Eventually? So he set Tar free to get Gramps but only after delaying him a bit? The fuck is wrong with this guy?! Aside from the…
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The battle proves to be harder than any other battle I’ve done before since I can’t use any of my blood magic skills that directly target the opponent’s blood, leaving me significantly handicapped in this battle. But thanks to Blood Regeneration I manage to hang on even as I slaughter thousands upon thousands of demons, taking who knows how many hits from them. Fortunately my armor holds out and doesn’t take more than a scratch from any demon beneath Class IV with a level at least in the middle of…
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I continue running through the continent until I arrive at the Battlefield of Blood and Ruin, and around the same time, the demons behind me all start catching up. But some of them seem to grow more hesitant when they see me entering the battlefield. At least, until the viscount shouts with a sing-song voice, “If anyone turns around, they diiiieeee!” So we all charge through the massive Battlefield for nearly an hour until the lunatic finally seems to be satisfied with the chase and claps his hands,…
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“I wanted bandits and thieves to attack me,” I state out loud, a scowl on my face. “What I did not want was an entire fucking city’s population chasing after me because of some damned lunatic!” I swear that bastard knew that I was listening and was even enjoying it! For a demon to lose themselves to their Sin is a crime punishable by death should they not recover themselves within a month of losing themselves. Because after that they won’t even care about the Demon King’s authority. The…
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