Daniel Garcia
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There was a lot he still didn't know about the afterlife he found himself in, other than it didn't resemble any sort of realm after death that he had imagined; it was lonely, dark, and full of mystery. He had to be careful with each step he took around what looked to be a cafe, going off the empty, moldy mugs that were either sitting on the dusty tables or held in the skeletons' hands. "Hold on…Isn't this not right?" He mumbled. It struck him as odd as he looked at the inanimate pile of bones that…
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The Dread…? He thought. It was difficult to piece together exactly what was being told to him through the note, but it immediately sent a chill down his spine. Standing in that room, all he could do now was stare at the doors ahead of him: pitch-black steel, holding no discernable features and almost blending into the wall as if it shouldn't even be considered an entrance in the first place. It was a place nobody should enter; he could sense that. What laid beyond those doors was an evil so dense, an…
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"I know it'll turn out just fine," she assured him. "How do you–" Before he could try and question the words of the maternal figure before him, he stopped himself as he already knew. "Right…Yeah, it'll be fine," he nodded, returning his own smile to his lips, "I'll do my best to make sure of that, so don't worry about me." "Now, that's a bit too much to ask of your mother, don't you think?" She chuckled. "Yeah, probably," he smiled. Standing up alongside his mother, he looked down at the bony…
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There were now very limited options for him to move forward to: the door sitting at the opposing end of the room, and the abnormal door, made of dark-brown wood that was embedded into the ceiling. As he looked up towards the ominous door that was attached to the ceiling above his head, he felt a reluctance to venture down that path. I'll save that one for last–seems like trouble, he thought. What that left was the door directly north of the locked cube, leading him to a door frame forged of…
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He nearly fell over against the door once reaching it, catching himself with his hand against the shiny, silver door. What was troublesome before him was that the door was kept shut by multiple handles around the threshold. It was a problem due to his absent stamina, forcing him to lean against the door and slowly pry the handles from the exit. "Come on…" He weakly mumbled. Each time he squeezed one of the rocky handles, having to twist them to unblock the door, he felt his muscles ignite as if being…
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A wicked smile stretched across his lips as he found his nefarious, unrefined plan bearing fruit as the blood painted the body of his foe, giving a rough idea of its height, physique, and inhuman features. It was slender and tall, with a lengthy, thick tail stretching from its back; likely a demi-human, a beastly, savage one at like, just like his previous foe. Invisible…a tail…rough scales–I'm fighting a reptile demi-human of some sort, he racked his brain in thought, I think I've got…
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As he rose to his feet, ragged breaths left his lips as crimson blood dripped from his chin. He stood straight with his purple, swollen arms hanging down, huffing out as his teeth were shown to be drenched in his own blood. I'm greedy. Even after living two different lives, I still want more. There's still so many things I want to see–the great cities of the elven continent, the fantastic beasts roaming Yulagsdra and its endless cultures, and even the blessed and accursed land of Jubra. All of it. I…
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It was frightening; the swiftness of the humanoid frog as it lunged forward, heading for a head-on collision with the arrow. At the last moment, as it seemed the arrowhead was set for a perfect hit, the monstrous creature swerved to the side, though not fully evading the projectile. "--Huh?!" Emilio witnessed it: the arrow that should've pierced the side of the frog's head instead only grazed it, not even leaving a wound as it seemed to be reflected by the natural slime oozing from its pores. He…
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More time crawled by at a snail's pace as he sat there in utter stagnation, awaiting anything to give him sensation as his stomach growled, reminding him of the very concept of his mortality. I completely forgot about food…I'm so hungry, he thought. As he questioned where and if he could find a meal, he was startled at the jarring sound of metal rattling. It was confusing at first; foreign amidst the continuous silence that persisted until that moment. Frozen for a moment in this perplexion, he jumped…
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As he raised his hand above his view, he could see the small cuts left from the rodent humanoid earlier still present on his fingers. This wasn't the usual way things had gone, at least in recent times. My Undying Blood…It's not working, he thought, Is it suppressed down here like my magic and system? Is it gone? Is this not my normal body? I still don't know anything. I need answers–and now. Finally deciding to get back up, he found himself in a peculiar room, kept barely illuminated by a single…
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