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As I leave the cavern, a fresh, somewhat cold breeze assaults me, and with it comes a red mist.
The mist is just that—a mist. Not the humid fog inside my dungeon that clings to the skin, but a red nothingness, barely felt on me.
It’s quite easy to glimpse through it to the valley too.
There...
Picking the small pebble of crimson lying amidst the mutilated remnants of a once prominent corpse, I scrutinize it.
Rune of Hunger |F|
A rune? Wasn’t this supposed to be a core? Are they the same?
Clasping it in my palm, I course my will through it, the same way I did with the dungeon core...
Mari snuffles, dragging in a clogged breath.
I press the back of my hand hard on her forehead.
“Huh?” Mari steps back, her expression shaken. “What are you doing?”
How hot. Too warm, in fact.
However, I have bad senses due to the codex, so I can’t tell for sure.
“Nan,” I call, turning my...
I smile back at the motherfucker as I step forth.
“You wanna have a piece of me?” I ask with eyes warm and welcoming.
Yet ice-cold and unforgiving all the same.
Glazer |F|
A wandering aberration of hunger, a nightmare given form. It does not blink, nor does it rest. It wanders afloat, always...
It freezes. It’s so, so cold.
The two may feel the chill lightly.
Yet I sense the freezing humidity thrice as sharply as they do due to the codex.
My teeth tatter while my body hair stands straight.
Despite everything, I remain detached.
It’s only feelings, feelings, which proactively...
“Mari, what the hell is this thing?”
Where would you like to head to?
The Surface
The Abyss
|X| The Seven Heavens |Lvl.7|
“Oh, there is really no point going to the outside world, The Surface. I think we should head to The Abyss,” Mari says assuredly, stepping closer. “Time works differently...
Mari looks at me with a blank face. She then looks at Nan.
She then looks at me. Then, at Nan.
Looks between us again and again.
“What?” I ask.
“Did you two know each other, perchance…?” Mari asks in wonder.
“Did you lose your head from the punch sub chance?” I ask her.
What makes me and...
“Hey, Princess,” I call, nudging Mari’s shoulder. “She’s staring at me. You think she’s into me or something?”
“Umm… no,” Mari says annoyedly after mild deliberation. “I think she’s admiring the treasures you have.”
I look down at my balls. Not tennis balls, not footballs, “literal fucking...
Something is tearing me as though through and through throughout.
In and out and up and down and down and up and out and in and out.
I grip my ears as my vision blurs red and burns me within and without.
My forehead collides with the dashboard as the impact rattles the minivan.
I bang and...
32: Is this all you were ever meant to be?
No
Yes
—
Huh?
What a weird question. What in the fuck does ‘what you were meant to be’ even mean?
I was a person who wanted to break things from the very beginning. If I were capable of anything else then wouldn’t I have chosen it already?
My...
My name is Nanette.
Twenty years old.
Paris— France.
Today—
I’m going to kill myself.
But I can’t just die right?
Hahh. We only live once.
So I want to fuck shit up before.
I’ve pondered for a long time.
Manslaughter? Arson attack?
But no. Boring. Too stupid.
Too simple. Too...
“Princess…” I call whisperingly, looking up at the human emptily. “Did you love your mother? When on the brink of death, that is the last thing you thought of. Why? What is the reason behind love? Why do people love? Even after she’s dead…”
Her face freezes, her lips quivering. Standing beside...
It hurts. Not outside, no. That, I’m used to. Something inside me breaks.
I think I read it wrongly. Yes. I just lack reading comprehension. Mari was right. I’m fucking stupid. So I must have misunderstood it. Right? Right. Right?! Right!
I look down at the slump of meat protruding from the...
A notification box pops up, red.
Please press your hand against the dungeon core!
I do as it says.
Do you wish to open |Gift Pack |S||?
“Bring it on,” I say in regret.
A new hologram appears. This time, a ginormous one.
There’s an enormous wheel at the center. Its corners are of brilliant...
Looking at her shitlessly scared expression, I become somewhat calm.
I direct my attention to the status window again. Summoning, was it?
Summon |E|
Gift Pack |E| |15 SP|
Artifact Pack |E| |15 SP|
Monster Pack |E| |15 SP|
I have a shitty premonition…
I focus my gaze on the first one…
Gift...
Without wasting my time on useless questions, I focus on Create.
Create |E|
Gremlin |F| |7 CP|
Murderbat |F| |7 CP|
Bloodbeetle |F+| |10 CP|
“CP, means creation points, doesn’t it?” I ask her, lefting my head and glimpsing at her. “Accordingly, DP for domain points, SP for summoning points...
“You’ve shown me your other gifts, but what about The Devil’s Wrath? Also that Villain title, what does it do?” she asks, her smile thinning as she backs away.
…
“Umm…” Mari blinks repeatedly, stepping back, her back arching. “You okay…?”
…
Mari purses her lips, instinctively waving her...
“Yes. The competition doesn’t only involve strength but also, moreso, management capabilities. You conquer territories and various domains, abrim with resources, and lead your troops. The Great Demon race is more about leadership than individuality. More about warring than fighting. More about...
“L-l-l—” she whispers in a broken voice, flinching, shaking and tilting her head. “Let go! Let go! Let—”
I let go.
She lets out a sigh.
Stupid fucking children.
“I asked you a simple question,” I tell her in an asking manner.
“What is cultivation? You said that to cultivate, one needs to...