Mary Jones
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Neave was back at the start. He was furious. He stomped to the suspension bridge, hacked the ropes off, walked to the cave, and sat down irritably. It had been twelve times that Neave had sat down in the cave and meditated until he died from thirst. The hellscape he found himself in was arid, and it was easy to get dehydrated, but given that he wasn’t doing anything strenuous, he wasn’t sweating either. He had anywhere between three at least and five at most days worth of time until he died from…-
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Neave woke up lying on the ground just inside a small cave. He had no idea what had happened or where he was. He shook and started frantically looking around. As with anything unusual that happened in this hellscape, Neave’s mind went through countless possibilities, good and bad. Was he free? Was reality breaking apart? What did that mean for him? Or did something change that would make things even more complicated? All of these questions were answered by simply stepping out of the cave. Just outside…
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Realistically speaking, it couldn’t have been more than fifteen hours since Neave had started fighting the demon. However, it felt like an eternity. Especially in contrast to the utter boredom he had experienced for heavens knew how long. He had looped well over several hundred times by now. Fighting the demon barehanded seemed to be nearly impossible. The main problem was that Neave was just a child. Trying to fist-fight an adult-sized demon, not to mention an adult-sized demon with supernatural…
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Neave felt no despair. No, he just felt… Jaded. Tired. And disappointed. He had tried countless methods to kill the next two demons. He even managed to prepare an elaborate trap for the first demon. He threw several rocks, one after another, at its head until it finally stumbled far enough to drop into the ravine. Then he wanted to cut the rope to kill the two demons that appeared afterward. They refused to step onto the bridge simultaneously, no matter how he tried. Perhaps it would be possible to…
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There was a way to tell how much time had passed when one fell asleep. Not down to an hour, but it was possible to feel it. The mind might just be extrapolating how much time passed based on how high the sun was or the individual’s sleeping habits. When Neave opened his eyes, he felt like an eternity had passed since he died. It wasn’t like falling asleep. It didn’t resemble passing out. There was an element of oblivion that severed his existence. Now he had arrived at a place he could only describe…
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Neave woke up and felt… Good, if a little sore. He felt like he’d had a lovely night's rest. His mind was still hazy from last night, and he had absolutely no idea where he was. As he opened his eyes, he met… The ground. Dirt. Pale and well-trodden with a few stones here and there. His sight was blurry, and he looked around. He didn’t see anything except for a seemingly endless stretch of dirt. His vision was too blurred to see what lay beyond the sea of soil. As his eyes slowly regained…
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The council members of the Zearthorn sect had gathered for the daily meeting. Dozens of haughty cultivators sat in a round room and eyed the imposing figure of the sect master. He was short, but he projected the force of a giant. His long crimson hair draped over his broad shoulders like a bloody waterfall. His eyes were a blue so vivid it gave the impression of rippling tides. The only thing he wore, except his dimension rings and the bundle of keys, was the official Zearthorn sect robe. The same…
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Getting barding was far more complicated than I thought it would be, both in good and bad ways. First, we learned that we had no idea what we were talking about, because Which brought us to our second problem, one that was obvious in retrospect because half the reason we had come here was that Evergold had lacked the artisans to make what I, a wyvern, needed. Somehow I had understood that, went along with the caravan all the way through the Bronzebirds all the way here, and never realized what that was…-
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The most commonly held trait for people with the Class was the desire to be an . It is a statement that seems so obvious that it seems like it would go without saying, but I knew better. There is a lot of information that can be found hidden within the nuance and is often left unsaid. Which would be fine if the information was not important, but unfortunately it was. “You were ordered to stand watch over the unit’s water supplies,” I did my best to keep my frustration out of my…
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Rauvin pulled the asshole aside to talk, which was a good precaution to prevent me taking a bite out of him and soon both were hurrying towards the merchants, presumably to explain the issue. I was tempted to insist on an apology, but that would have to wait - I certainly wasn’t going to My first instinct was, as usual, to get into the air - even if I didn’t want to fight them in the air just with Rei, I figured it would be different with support from the ground. Rei clamped down on that idea hard.…
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