An oubliette (from French meaning to forget) or bottle dungeon is a basement room that is accessible only from a hatch or hole (an angstloch) in a high ceiling. Victims in oubliettes were often left to starve and dehydrate to death, making the practice akin to—and some say an actual variety of—immurement. (Wikipedia)And it has been two weeks ever since Invictus was thrown into the said bottle dungeon to die and be forgotten. It has also been a week since Invictus received partial immortality from the goddess of time and space.So far, after Invictus made up his mind and decided to eat his own flesh just to survive the death pulling him down to the ground. He was clinging to a tiny single strand of life that is keeping him alive.At first, Invictus did not like the taste of his own flesh, for it tasted horrible after chewing on the gristly meat a few times and then swallowing it down, forcing his throat to push down his own part.As horrible and sickening as it may seem, Invictus clun

On the bed was the viscount, wearing only his robe with his back leaning on the board. A wide offensively disgusting grin formed on his face upon laying his eyes on Aeriel."I'll take my leave now, sire. If you—""Yes, yes, yes. Just go away already and close the door." He shooed his advisor away as he jumped out of the king-size bed.The advisor bowed his head before going away, thus leaving the viscount and Aeriel alone in the room.Terror clouded her head, showing it in her face, which the viscount loves to see."Look at you, Aeriel. Even though you are always out there in the fields, bathing under the sunlight, hands full of callouses, have little food to eat,your beauty never fades away."The viscount knelt on one knee, picking up her not-so-soft hand, andbegan pecking on it with his ass-like lips."Don't touch me, you pig!"Aeriel pulled her hand back and kicked the viscount right on his crotch."Owww!!!"How quick his hands clutch on his groin after getting kicked. Theviscou

The blade's tip pierced through Hubert's iron armor and his chest where the mana core was located.A wild, excruciatingly hurtful scream came out of Hubert's mouth when his mana core was destroyed. It was so loud that it reverberated all over the underground up to the ground floor. Several people having a bout heard of the cries but paid no mind to it."Stay put now, Hubert. Don't make it hard for me."Hubert recklessly tried pulling out the sword, even if it did hurt his hands. He did not care. What's more painful and unbearable was the amount of compelling injury he was feeling."Haa... I said to fucking stay still!"Kicking Hubert on his temple was necessary to make things easier for Invictus. He was squirming and struggling a lot, so it had to be done."There you go!"Invictus used his forearm to wipe his head off the sweat. Once again, Hubert lost his consciousness and luckily did not die from having his mana core forcefully brok

The cold feeling put Invictus in a deep slumber when the wound began to heal and regenerate. After being away from something so comfortable, standing for about 14 days, Invictus finally had a proper and comfortable sleep. He easily fell asleep, his mind traveling through the series of unknown dreams wherein the settings could be described as distorted and in ruins. The lower half he cut off, and the blood that was shed remained in the relatively large basin. If someone comes inside the room, they will surely see the terrifying set of things. A day had passed since Invictus escaped, and Aeriel got hurt badly. Using a third-rate healing magic spell plus the herbs and treatment are done on Aeriel, she had a speedy recovery. Aeriel woke up and was devastated to witness her lord's lower half sliced off and lying on the relatively large basin. The silence was disrupted in the house when Aeriel let out a surprised scream upon seeing Invictus' strange

"No particular reason," Invictus shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I just wanted some fresh air. A nice view of this world before I plunge it into despair and chaos? Something like that, I guess.""Is your decision final?" She sounded sad, her eyes slightly lowered upon hearing Invictus' plans. "Throwing this kingdom into turmoil will absolutely involve innocent lives. You're aware of it, right?""No one's ever innocent in this kingdom, Aeriel." His tone changed, every word fierce and sharp in tone. "Not unless I deem them worthy of being saved. I remember when kids would not even want to have something to do with me or my family. People will throw rocks at every person that has the same blood as me. I was innocent, ain't I? But no, they lumped me in with my ancestors and punished me and my family for the crime that wenever did. I overlooked everything, hoping that one day I'd be able to bury our past, which I thought I did when everyone started calling me a her