A sudden stream of torturing emotions flooded his mind. His heart feels all that sharp pain pricking his chest every time he is admonished for his mistakes.All he could do now is regret putting his trust in the people that neveraccepted him and his bloodline."Sorry, sorry, sorry! Hal, sorry... Forgive me! You must know how much I wanted to help both of you! So, please... Please forgive me!""If you are really sorry, you will leave this hellish place. You would do anything you can to attain vengeance for us!"Her voice was getting louder and rougher as the conversation went on. Uria's mental strike on Invictus, all the indirect blaming, and passive-aggressive remarks were slowly breaking him into pieces.This is what Invictus gets for punishing himself. His mind was actually playing tricks on him while he suffered a mental breakdown from being unable to do anything.Right now, he was experiencing the second stage of starvation. A person's liver metabolizes fatty acids into ketone bo
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
And to Aeriel's utter shock when she had a closer look at Invictus' legs. It was pitch black, drenched in greasy liquid."Lord Invictus, oh my-! What have they done to you?"Invictus was still sinisterly laughing whilst Aeriel was freaking out for her life at the condition her lord was in. Worriedly, she brought out a spare of clothes she had in a small bag."I don't have a pair of boots for you to wear, Lord Invictus. But, I have some clothes here."His lower half was dark, and his upper body was in its worst possible condition. Varicose veins were way past their worst state, but Invictus' joints impossibly didn't lock themselves."Wahaha... Thank you, Aeriel," Invictus said all of a sudden after hysterically laughing for a few minutes. "Of all the people I know, I did not expect you to risk your life just to free me. Thanks to you, I am given the chance to take everything that they have!"From guffawing, teary-eyed to emitting such a terrifying bloodlust with a serious expression on
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 underground has only one source of light. From the torches held on the walls. The silence was broken in the hallway when more destructive magic spells struck the castle, dust, and rubble falling down from above them.Aeriel and Invictus were ready to go, preparing themselves for what awaited them on the ground floor where commotion and battles between two forces were happening."When we get out of here, what do you plan on doing, Lord Invictus?" Asked Aeriel.Right now, Invictus could not do anything regarding the dreadful look on his legs. He was too eager to cut it already and have them regrowth to fix the problem."You don't need to add a lord as an honorific when speaking to me, Aeriel.I'm just a mere deadman walking, a peasant whose life will only revolve around a sole purpose; to get revenge."Invictus was fixing his clothes, conscious about how he looked, checking himself if he did not seem weird wearing a totally unmatched pair of tops and pants."I possibly can't! Lord I
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
She was labeled as a prodigy at a young age, being able to procure medicines, and is also one of the top magicians in her school."It's sad that I won't be able to see Austria grow as a refined woman."Deep in Invictus' heart, he was sad, yet no tears were shed when he thought about his daughter and the bright future which was supposedly waiting for Austria."Austria's always telling me how she wants to be just like me. It's sad... Really."Invictus grabbed a small basin, scooped some of that warm water, and splashed it on his head to clear his mind off the negative thoughts.He got up after that and left to wipe himself dry. Thorp's daughter prepared him a change of clothes besides his dirty clothes and thethe sword he took from Hubert.A low-quality sword will cost Invictus some fortune, and he can't possibly afford even the cheapest, considering his status right now.All that he has is his indomitable will and unwavering ur
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