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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
Asher the Insane 40 - Zedro Diringer the Priest
By the gods. What am I going to do? "Oh, hear my prayer, Goddess Alexandra, Lady of Redemption and Vindication. I am just a lowly priest and your faithful servant. I ask you- I beg for guidance," I knelt down. "A few days ago, a relic, your very own medallion, which you gave to humankind to serve as a call to you, was taken from the church vaults by a ruthless and stone-hearted man named Aebshem and his group of followers. They worshiped false deities and golden idols and besmirch not only your name but the name of all the gods which reside in the heavenly realm with you. I've sent first-class heroes to take it back from their nefarious hands, but I'm still concerned. I have exerted all of my efforts, all the gold and silver I could muster. I wish I could do more, but with a weak body, all efforts I would make are in vain.My own hand is cursed since it is incapable of even striking when the gods command me to.Oh divine Mother, please give me a sign. What more can I do to help?" I
Asher the Insane 41 - Zedro the Off-Tracked
Just outside the city was where the wise woman had made her home.From what I could tell, it was simply a little cottage. She appeared to be a humble person, someone not possessed by their worldly possessions. She was outside, hunched over, tending to an array of plants that I assumed were herbs. She was an elderly woman with many wrinkles that anyone could have mistaken for a grandmother. She was wearing a dirty dress and had her gray hair up in a loose bun. I said in a gentle voice, "Excuse me," to gain her attention. "Not another one," she swore under her breath, turning around with her hands on her hips as she awaited my bid. "My name is Zedro Diringer. I am the head priest of the Church of Alexandra in Aloshir," I introduced myself. "are you perhaps the woman people had turned to for help in times of crisis? Miss Burell, the Wise Woman, if I may ask?" "Yeah, so?" She asked outright. I replied, "I came here seeking advice." She put her hands and gardening tools down and wen
Asher the Insane 42 - The Medallion Party
“Company- Halt! And keep in formation!” Mine ordered, "Thakin, Yam, Asharis, Vethra, attention!" “You don’t have to remind us every minute that we have to ‘keep in formation’, Mine. That’s the problem with you humans. You believe you can simply order around every other race all the time,” Asharis hissed back at him. “And that coming from an elf?" Thakin, who could be best described as a beard walking on two feet, mocked her, "ye tree-thumping, waste-of-immortality, knife-ears always think that you're so superior te everyone else's." "Oh, and you think that your cave-dwelling, rock-humping, gold-mongering culture is so refined, dwarf?" "Ah give ya two out of three on. The goblins are the gold-mongers, not us," Thakin clarified. "That's unfair, Thakin. That's just how we are," Vethra remarked. "Do you honestly believe that we can just cease our desire for gold and other dazzling objects? It would be the same as telling a dwarf to stop growing a beard. It would be completely absurd."
Asher the Insane 43 - The Party, Introduced
It has been five days since Zedro Diringer, the high priest of the Church of Alexandra of the capital of Elesby, Aloshir, had sent out five high-level adventurers to retrieve a holy medallion, believed to have been directly given to humanity by the Goddess of Redemption Alexandra herself, from the hands of a death cult, worshiping, of course, the god of death, Urien. Supposedly, the medallion can call upon the goddess, yet none involved with the retrieval of it knows what plans the leader of the cult, a nasty man named Aebshem, has in store. We have already met the people who were tasked with retrieving the relic and saw that they had a few problems with each other. A brief introduction to these brave heroes: Mine Glory, an elderly former soldier in the human army of Elesby, served in the military for more than thirty years, twenty of them as a general. He was hand-picked by the King for his exceptional performance on the battlefield.Throughout the years he rose through the ranks
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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
