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Asher the Insane 32 - Asher the Spectator
A brother against brother fight is always interesting. Comparing their everything, skills, weapons, tactics, and even looks is something people always want to do; seeing the contrast of two people who grew up so close to each other. Sadly, I already knew who the cooler brother was. Adran was the dorky lame-looking one. Now, with all the equipment I gave him, it looked like he was trying much too hard to look cool. But you can't blame him for that, cause I gave him the armor. It was the only thing I could do not make him look like a complete dope but also give him something with good- well, semi-good stats on it. Iadra, on the other hand, was naturally way cooler than him. He was a twink, clearly, who was dual wielding twin swords with differently colored buffs, I'd imagine, while basically wearing black-bluish armor that was just cloth. It wouldn't provide any protection at all in the real world, well, not 'real' world. To all the people here it's the real world, for me it is A
Asher the Insane 33 - Iadra the Swordsman
I am proud to face my brother. Though I would have never imagined him to muster up the courage to face anyone, especially in a physical fight. Seeing him grow up, he always shrank in the face of confrontation. But today... Even so, it was heartbreaking to see him. He had an odd stance, unsteady feet, an unflattering posture, ill-fitting but very sturdy-looking armor, and the appearance that he may unintentionally drop his weapon at any time. The weapon, specifically, he held in his hand, still in its black sheath, was similar to my own swords, with a slight curve and a white handle, gold adorning the guard. I'm intrigued about how he got hold of this equipment because it appeared like it would be rather expensive, and I doubt Adran could keep it a secret where the money came from. At any rate, in the past, he had never been a fighter, neither owning a single piece of armor nor a weapon. He was always quite mild, preferring more cerebral challenges over more physical ones, li
Asher the Insane 34 - Iadra the Wavering
The path I forged with [Storm's Path] turned the sand I trod upon to a glassy walkway. As lightning would have stricken any man, so I struck my own brother. But a split second before I had hit him the woman in the crowd, that my brother had been talking to since the beginning of this fight, yelled out, "MOVE YOUR ASS, ADRAN!" There was no use. None, in all the world I'd like to believe, had the speed to dodge [Storm's Path] fully but for one such as him, even a single graze would make him fall. Years ago, when I first obtained this skill, it already had the capability to cut through solid steel, and now, with all, my body, mind, soul and skills further refined, it should have cut through anything that had been laid before it. Most who will see it in action will have no choice, either taking it head-on or in a desperate attempt to try and block it, in which, if they even come to have the option of it, it will be an effort made in vain. Adran was not a man who was capable of neithe
Asher the Insane 35 - Asher the Puppeteer
HAHAHA YES. Through [Remote Control] I controlled Adran. Kinda obvious, isn't it? Remote control was a very descriptive name of what that skill did. What wasn't very obvious is the control scheme on this thing. How the fuck do I control Adran with this skill? He was moving around, that much was clear but so.... uncontrolled was a very illustrative word at this very moment, even if it was one-hundred percent true. Let's think for a second. This isn't a MOBA; imagining myself pressing Q, W, E or R didn't do anything, except cramp my hands a bit. Neither is this a fighting game- well, it somewhat is, from this angle, looking down at the two of them, as an audience member, it kind of looked like one. In my mind I tried again with the imaginary keyboard presses, but again, nothing happened. If I had a physical mouse and keyboard, I could work this so much easier- who am I kidding, playing fighting games on a keyboard is one of the most uncomfortable ways to play that genre. If
Asher the Insane 36 - Iadra the Engulfed
In an instant, after putting on the gauntlets he had brought out of the rift, Adran's aura had changed. No longer was he a frightened little boy but a fighter first class; a man who had been fighting for years, a rugged combatant, but in the end his face betrayed him. He was still scared, now even more so. His fighting style was that of a hand-to-hand brawler, with fast and strong but elegant and efficient movements he rushed at me. There was only one person I could compare these skills to. Jarant, a very cocky stone-troll, was not only the strongest physical person I had known but also the best hand-to-hand fighter I have ever fought. A few times I fought him, in a friendly sparring match here and there, with no equipment or skills involved. Never will I forget that experience. If we were in a serious fight; where there were no weapons involved; I would have been sure to lose. Though comparing Adran to him, it was clear that my brother was lacking the refinement of someone w
Asher the Insane 37 - Iadra the Downcast
Knocking strange looking arrows, then aiming the bow, Adran shot me, not once, or twice, but one-hundred-twenty-two times. It was neither as fun for Adran or me as it was for Asher. "DON'T WORRY, THESE ARROWS DO ONLY ONE DAMAGE PER POP," she assured. Adran used his last two action points to change into another set of equipment, a minstrel’s uniform, and pick up another weapon, this time a lute. And when it finally was my turn, the impact of all the arrows hit me all at once. It threw me to the ground and a burning sensation began, but only once for a short while. I could stand, but had lost almost half of all of my health. Most of the damage came from the burning. The bow and arrows were just an annoyance. "Adran," I said through shallow breaths, "after I am finished with you, I will strike down that damned woman." "I would be completely fine with that," Adran answered. I held up both of my swords as my turn began. Both my blades began glowing with energy as they drew from th
Asher the Insane 38 - The Brothers Arre
Having a look of shock, the older Arre brother, Iadra, had awakened, but not where he had anticipated. He was lying on a bed with clean sheets in a white room instead of on the hard, sandy ground, with dust blowing up all around him. His body ached, and even sitting up was a herculean task. He noticed that next to him, sitting in another bed, was his younger brother, Adran. Iadra began by apologizing, "if there ever was a time I mocked you or have treated you with less respect than you deserved, I am sorry." Adran, after all the years that he tried to chase his brother's shadow, felt good that Iadra had acknowledged him, but this was neither the time nor the place for statements that came from the heart such as this. "After what had occurred, Iadra, you deserve to rest," said Adran as he stood up and beckoned his brother to lie down again. Iadra asked, "what has happened? Where are we? And where is that woman?" "You're in a hospital and it's been a day since the arena. You've a
Asher the Insane 39 - Asher the Retired
My head hurts. The headache I had because of the buff never seemed to disappear. I could never 'clearly' think. It's always like there is a fog around my thoughts, but I do my best when I try to think.There also wasn't only a fog but a stinging, generally all around my head. It's not really a kind of pain that you just get used to after a while. I've had it for a few months now and it never seems to get easier to deal with, which sucked. In the future, I'll have to find a way to deal with this before it drives me completely kookoo bananas. But now, I just wanted to rest. Building a cozy cabin on the edge of some small town and relaxing there for a few short weeks sounded like pure joy after all I have been through. Retire for a while, while also trying to learn a bit more about the world, some history maybe. I was always a big fan of lore in all that I read or played. I also liked the history of my own world. The Roman Empire and The Warring States in China were most likely m
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A special thanks to me, the writer, for writing this novel! Just joking. Thanks for coming this far. I guess I covered every trope and cliché I wanted to cover to create one of the worst “actual” web novel that is out there. Yeah, it was a train wreck through and through, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you, whoever is reading this, also had at least some amount of fun reading it.It came from a somewhat shitty premise idea with isekai elements and spun into whatever it is now. Have a nice day. And as a last hurrah: Fuck you for reading this fucking garbage!
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Ending B
“Does it this time? Or are you, as always, unwilling to share what is to happen? You are a powerful god. Fate, future, past, present, all that will be. The gods have grown complacent, and it is time for a change."While Urien still making a somewhat tired speech about gods and whatever, destiny, maybe, I walked up to the hooded god, whoever he was he must have been pretty powerful, as Urien said.Without hesitation, I spoke up. "This would really be the perfect moment to blast him," I said, gesturing towards Urien.To my surprise, the hooded figure nodded in agreement. "In this you are right, mortal Asher," he said, his voice deep and resonant. And with a calm flick of his wrist, a bolt of lightning shot towards Urien.The power of the blast was unimaginable. It was as if the very fabric of reality was tearing apart at the seams. I could see the sky lighting up with bursts of energy, and I felt the ground shaking beneath my feet. The forces of the world were colliding, all in an effor
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Ending A
“Cyrus,” I heard Alexandra call, “get behind me.”“Do not protect him. If you would have cared from the beginning, then an in-numerous amount of them could have been saved. Why, little goddess, even your precious Paragon? Faye, I recall her name. Even if you can create her again, does it not bother you that she was destroyed in the first place?”“She is as we are,” Alexandra said. “She will not be bothered by your little games as she knows her purpose, which you do not seem to.”“Then it doesn’t matter if I kill your little mortal friend, does it?” He said.And as he did, a sickly black smoke approached from behind the death god towards the gods and me.With the fog/mist gone, I saw that the new smoke cloud was as tall and wide as I could see, and I was pretty confident in my sight.“Cyrus, take my hand. I must lend you our power, or you will not be if you are hit by Urien’s madness.” Alexandra said as she held out her hand.I took it but had to ask, “whaddya mean ‘lend you our power’
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100 - THE FINALE / Asher the Extravaganza
I awoke in pitch black, lying on something which I couldn’t really describe, but it was neither soft nor very hard. This wasn't my childhood bed. That much was apparent; in which I had slept in the night before, instead I found myself in what I thought was sand. It's wet too, ugh. From the feeling I got, I think I was also wearing my usual equipment, a sort of armor made of leather. It was a pretty low tier, but I thought it looked pretty cool. Why was I wearing it? I went to bed in my pajamas and now that I am here. I’m suddenly wearing it. Of course, this place could have been anywhere I could have thought of. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but no matter how long I seemed to wait, they never did. But even though it was too dark to see anything, it wasn't too dark to hear anything. There were many people present wherever this was. Talking, shouting, screaming their heads off, moving about, and running. From the muffled sound of bare feet to the iron clang of a
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99 - The Truth
“Who are you?” Jacob asked as he pushed his wife behind him for protection. He felt a sense of confusion and fear, not knowing who this elf-man was or what he wanted from them.The elf man's response only added to Jacob's confusion. "I know this is hard to accept, but I'm your son, Asher."Jacob almost burst out laughing at how ridiculous the situation was. "And how do you plan on proving that?" he asked.“I can prove it, don’t you worry about that,” The Elf said.“How?” Curious, Zilpah raised a question. She pushed past Jacob despite his attempts to keep her behind him.Asher responded, "Well, do you remember Faye, my oh-so imaginary childhood friend? She's not quite as fantastical as you might have thought. Faye if you will," he said as he poured steaming tea into a new cup.Suddenly, an ethereal young woman manifested opposite him."I'd like you to meet her," Asher said.She didn't say a word.“We aren't really close, but she has been sharing my adventures and has occasionally been
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98 - Jacob and Zilpah, The Parents
Deep within the southern farmlands of the grand kingdom of Kathe, close to the bustling city of Wellden, there existed a quaint little farm owned by a couple named Jacob and Zilpah. These two individuals were not your typical townsfolk.They were childhood friends who grew up in the same small village on the outskirts of the town of Charlo. They spent their youth playing together in the fields and learning the ways of the land from their families, who also were farmers. As they grew older, Jacob and Zilpah started to see each other in a different light, and eventually, they fell in love.Years went by, and they stayed together through thick and thin, facing the hardships of farming and battling against droughts and pests, but they always managed to pull through with their unwavering dedication and love for one another. They watched as their crops grew tall and their livestock flourished, and they knew that they had built a life together that was worth more than any riches or fame.A f
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97 - Asher's last Hurrah for Papia
At breakfast the next day, after the weirdness Asher had with the dragon last night, he announced that he had big news.As I nonchalantly smeared jelly on a piece of bread, Asher rose from his seat and directed his attention towards the king. “"I have some big news," he announced, causing a sense of anticipation to fill the room. All eyes were now on him as he continued, "I would like for Papia to stay here in my stead, permanently. As a guide for you, but also as an important task which I believe will help her grow into her future responsibilities. She'll be dealing with all matters related to elves.I’d also like Ravana to look over her. A dragon, especially her, is someone I’d trust.What do you say, King Padillia?"There was a silence. I was in shock.As I thought about Asher's proposal, the king spoke up, stammering slightly. "I-I don't know- well, if you, rather, her... think it's best."Turning towards me, Asher asked, "And you, Papia. Are you fine with this development? A life
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96 - The Dragon's Lair
Papia's eyes widened in fear as she watched Asher approach the dragon. "What on earth would he want to confront a dragon for?!" she thought to herself. "Get the hell out of here before that monster eats you!" But Asher seemed undaunted by the creature's size and ferocity.Papia continued to cower, keeping a safe distance from the dragon."Come on, girl," Asher thought, already noticing the hiding girl, "you live in a fantasy world like this and you still think dragons, of all creatures, are mindless monstrous beasts who’ll just eat you? Jeez, you still got a lot to learn about how these things work."Asher seemed to be quite knowledgeable about dragons, though. He wanted to remind Papia that in many works of fantasy, fiction in general where they appear, dragons are often depicted as the most intelligent creatures around."Proud, sometimes arrogant, and the primary source of scalie smut out there," he remarked to himself in his mind.Despite this knowledge, Asher wasn't taking any cha
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95 - Papia's... Chase?
The moment I stepped into my room, I felt a wave of overwhelming sensation wash over me.The furniture was adorned with gold, and even the chandelier was covered to the brim with gemstones. It was gaudy, to say the least, and I couldn't help but feel like it was all too much to handle.As I kicked off my shoes and let my dress loose, I made my way over to the bed. It was like a fortress, decked out with pillows and other fancy accessories. However, it was surprisingly hard. Most likely because it had probably not been slept in very much. Still, it was better than sleeping outside on the hard ground.As I lay there with my eyes closed, I started thinking about my life. Sure, the decor was a bit outdated, but I couldn't deny the fact that having servants and gold at my disposal would be kind of nice. I could get used to this lifestyle if I had to.I dozed off. I don't know for how long, but my dreams were interrupted by the sound of something smashing on the ground in the room next door
