Mary Jones
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The large tree’s leaves moved around in the wind, coiling its branches like snakes. A rabbit… Walked upright to Neave’s left, and a dog crawled like a worm. “Something about this is kinda fucked up.” Turns out that using the fourth spirit inside of the spirit realm created golems. Or, well, it breathed life into anything he touched. Neave had a theory. He had likely spotted whatever invaded his soul, then panicked and defaulted to using the fourth spirit combo in self-defense. That did…-
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Neave was afraid of very few things. And he was terrified of only one. A deep sense of unease washed over him when he returned to his spirit realm. It was so quiet. He had never realized it before, but the utter and absolute lack of sound was… Unnerving. Once again, the moment he appeared, he kept his senses wide open for absolutely anything that stood out. The fact that he felt nothing left him feeling deeply unsettled. Encounters with the manipulator, as well as the statues all the way back in…
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When Neave spotted his body moving independently, he swapped his consciousness back. Or so he tried. But it didn’t work. A tentacle extended from the slime, and Neave picked up his own body, smashing it dozens of times into the floor and the ceiling. He wasn’t doing any damage whatsoever, and whatever stopped him from returning to his body wasn’t gone. Suddenly, the arm of his body shot out and severed the tentacle, and he saw it try to turn around to run away. Oh, hell no, you don’t! Hopping…
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The black shores roiled. The sea of tar morphed as the dark liquid rose. Then it lowered. A creature, bathed in pitch black, crawled out of the depths and dropped to the dark soil. The abominid lay there, unmoving. And when it got up, it didn’t fumble. Now, it had a purpose. It had a goal. It was no mere livestock. It had become yet another agent of vengeance. But. One step at a time. As it moved, the black substance dried on its skin and chipped off, leaving the same ugly surface beneath. Its…
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Dukean faced a moderately sized earth golem, clutching the chain and twirling the sword around his body. It looked roughly humanoid, with bulky limbs and a head that was slightly too large for its body, and it was quite a bit bigger than he was. Yet, it was weak. The shards of rock were effortlessly dodged and reflected by Dukean, and by his estimate, this creature would qualify to be around gold rank in threat, although it was on the weaker side. Monsters had been popping up everywhere, but neither…
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Sateron lay sprawled out on the ground. He could hear nothing but the distant clings of glass shrubs and see nothing but the murky darkness of the sky above. He wanted to lash out. Anger overflowed in his body, and he wanted revenge, retribution for what had been done to him. His creator, the ‘Great God’ mad with power, had been everything he truly had. Without him, he had nothing. Nothing at all. It wasn’t long until thoughts of taking his own life sparked in his mind. It wouldn’t be easy.…
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Neave took a deep breath, picked up a small, squishy, yellow cube, and placed it into the slime’s body. It stayed inside, and he continued to the next object, a red ball. Then finally, a green pyramid. He turned around and grabbed a squishy golden crown and a pair of rubbery sunglasses. Placing both of those on the slime, he took a step back to admire his handy work. A small tear ran down his eye, and he smiled happily. It was so beautiful. The purple slime now finally had equipment. It took Neave…
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A purple glow shifted through the caves of the nightmare realm, blitzing, blazing by, following an in-descript object that flew at immense speeds. The roughly circular ball of light bounced off of walls and moved through thick growth unfettered until it eventually swerved and entered a room, landing on top of Neave’s head. He opened his eyes and grinned. The slime may not be the most promising weapon in his arsenal, but damn it, it was likely the most fun. Given that he had possessed the slime after…
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Neave teleported into the sealed chamber that led to the underground magma. The moment he appeared, he paused in surprise. The room was filled to the brim with lava slimes and golems. They turned to him, and Neave had to fend off several attacks. It was a little exaggerated to say he was ‘fending them off,' given that the attacks couldn’t even leave a red mark on his body. His clothes, however, weren’t nearly as resilient and given that Neave had no desire to be left naked, he used the crown…
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Marven’s body shot through the air, his speed causing a sharp, high-pitched whistle as he rammed into the metal dome full force. Neave put the hammer down and nodded satisfactorily, “That’s gonna hold up rather well!” Marven weakly lifted a thumbs up as his body slowly peeled off the metallic wall and plopped to the ground. While working on mastering their weapon skills couldn’t be finalized without real-world practice, where the weapons had their powers, there wasn’t all that much…
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