Patricia Moore
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14
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3.9 M
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November 8th, 2088 Terra’s POV As soon as I left Veronica and Kira to navigate the alleys back to the store, I wiped some of Veronica’s blood off my clothes and onto my hands. Demon became an amorphous blob and absorbed the blood. Suddenly, the blob expanded into a humanoid shape. Soon after the features were defined and a copy of Veronica was in my arms again. There was no expression or emotion, Demon was the lowest class of demon after all and didn’t even have self-awareness…
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November 8th, 2088 In order to escape from the ceaseless chatter about Yamamoto Rin and Japan’s Rising Idol, I have gone to the other world. There was currently a huge uproar occurring here as well. The disappearance of a leading candidate to be the Dutiful Erilom’s eventual successor and the simultaneous disappearance of the High Inquisitor have caused shockwaves throughout the whole of the Cult. They are pulling overtime trying to figure out what happened. They have enlisted the help of…
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November 7th, 2088 Can the Redemption project be moved up to today? This was the thought that repeated over and over in my head as I walked to school with Hikari. Based on how much she was gushing about the show and in particular Yamamoto Rin, who has quickly gained the nickname “Rin-sama”, school is going to be an absolute nightmare. And now Reiji has arrived… with a freaking button on his bookbag that has Rin’s face and the words “I don’t really care about your opinions” written…
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November 6th, 2088 Today is an important day. It’s been a little over a week since I discovered that Project Redemption is in fact an attempt to emulate God and create a new world. Today is the live broadcast of the first episode of the new Japan’s Rising Idol and I am currently backstage waiting to go on. It will also be my first encounter with Alren, aka Fujioka-san, since killing Eual. Fujioka-san is quite cautious and I can’t risk getting into a full-fledged fight with him. He’s a…
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October 28th, 2088 Eual awoke with a start and soon realized his situation. Demon had him restrained, with its mouth/eye right behind Eual’s head and its tentacles wrapped tightly around all his limbs. Eual looked towards me “Truly, a clever person. I wouldn’t expect that the one clue I could find would in fact be a trap. So, are you going to take me to your employer now?” he inquired calmly. I shook my head and replied “No. There is no employer after all.” Eual frowned at me…
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October 28th, 2088 Terra’s POV I am calmly standing at the bottom of Bittergourd Canyon, waiting for the set-up and ambush to begin. Most people would be nervous or anxious, but I have had too many life and death encounters to care. What a sad statement for a 15-year old kid to make. I am confident in my abilities and in my preparation, there’s no point to thinking any further than that. I was instead pondering on Reiji’s behavior early today during swim class. I still don’t…
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October 28th, 2088 Today’s the day that I’ll have my confrontation with the executive. Yesterday, a slave from the Cult came and told me that High Inquisitor Kovart wishes to meet at Bittergourd Canyon in one day’s time. The message was as expected and I had already set-up my preparations there. The only remaining unknown is how many people they will bring. The number won’t change the outcome, but cleaning up a lot of corpses gets annoying. It would be nice if the executive comes along…
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October 25th, 2088 Silence pervaded the small study made with oak and marble as I finished my explanation of why I was there. I had of course left out most of the details and merely spoke of my investigation into the slavers due to a direct request of someone they attacked. Kovart sat at his desk, listening intently the entire time. He sighed as I finished and spoke “A traitor in the Cult and for it to be a Bound One at that. This is truly a serious matter. It would also explain why the…
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October 25th, 2088 I am now in a very large training arena beneath the Temple of Adligo, which is called the Cage. As expected of this world’s naming sense, the Cage is named so because it is literally a giant cage with the training grounds within it. The reason I am here, currently dodging a barrage of small boulders, is because the High Inquisitor is apparently the one person in the Cult who is in fact more colorful a character than the Dutiful One. Great, just my luck. Initially I was…
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October 25th, 2088 Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. The rattling of chains was echoing everywhere in the massive cathedral. There were many elaborate mosaics and sculptures everywhere. Most of the light was blocked from entering, creating a dark ambience that seemed like it should be in a dungeon. Chains and manacles hung from the…
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