Invictus woke up, standing inside The Oubliette with his legs aching and wet from all the waste thrown down.
On his feet, he could feel hard objects around him as he tried to stand still. His legs were starting to feel numb and the disgust in his skin was knee-deep. He could not even climb up his way to the trap door nor bend his knees to sit down.
"I've heard of this dungeon before. This is where the king put the people he despises the most. He would let them suffer both mentally and physically as one won't be able to sleep as they please or even sit down.
What I could feel on my feet must be the remains of those that rot away."
The smell was so strongly vile. It stays inside his nostrils. Inhaling through his nose has this slightly painful sensation as though he was breathing specks of dust.
And if he tries to breathe through his mouth, the smell would be stuck in his throat, and he will end up coughing virulently.
No matter how accustomed one is to this kind of foul smell, the fact that
it's making Invictus feel sick was telling him how stagnant the waste was mixed with the body fluids of the deceased.
He sighed and gave up trying to escape, "the walls are coated with grease. It's impossible to climb my way up. Unless someone opens that door for me and throws down a rope, I'll be stuck here forever until I die."
When Uria and Austria were burned to death, Invictus lost all of his will to live. He finds no point in continuing in life. Without his wife and daughter, his life was meaningless. So, he might as well be better off dead.
At least, that would bring him together with his deceased wife and daughter.
Growl... Invictus has no idea how long he has been in The Oubliette. He lost track of time when he passed out from having his magic core destroyed and could not take a guess since all he saw was darkness and the little orange light coming from the torch placed on the wall above the door.
"I'm hungry," he said as he rubbed his growling tummy. "Thinking about delicious food just made me hungrier."
Then he remembered the beef steak with ravioli soup Austria had for her lunch. That was considered her last meal.
"I wanna go back to that time and undo everything."
Unfortunately, the world of magic, where not every fantasy will come true, was cruel enough to inform Invictus that he would forever be stuck in the Oubliette. No fancy meal will automatically transport itself to his hands or a guardian that will pull him out of the place he was in.
"I am being delusional. There is no way someone is out there to help me. Why am I expecting someone to come to my aid? Even the people whom I thought were my friends betrayed me. They even... They even violated Uria!"
Not a single soul would have been spared back then had Invictus been able to use his magic.
As time passed by, Invictus became more and more talkative. He would find himself laughing cynically out of nowhere, whispering to himself while his stomach rumbles due to extreme hunger.
It's already been half a day. Despite the stagnant foul smell circulating in the small space, he was in where ventilation was poor, Invictus caught a whiff of some freshly baked bread. It got him acting like a wild monkey, helpless as its mind created illusions in his eyes.
As many different factors influence the length of time that the body can
last, without food, this period will vary among individuals.
Scientists have not studied human starvation using traditional experiments due to ethical concerns. Data usually comes from observational studies on hunger strikes and periods of famine.
A typical, well-nourished male weighing 70 kilograms (154 pounds) technically has enough calories stored to survive for between 1 and 3 months.
However, people who have voluntarily stopped eating to participate in hunger strikes have died after 45–61 days, which suggests that a person would be unlikely to survive for three months.
The body needs the nutrients in food to survive. It uses protein, carbohydrates, and fats, as well as vitamins and minerals, to renew cells and fuel vital bodily processes.
Without food, the body starts to use its own tissue as fuel, but it can only do this for so long. [Medicalnewstoday(dot)com]
Restricted eating, malnourishment, and excessive weight loss can lead to changes in our brain chemistry, resulting in increased symptoms of depression and anxiety. These changes in brain chemistry and poor mental health outcomes skew reality.
"Feel what it's like to truly starve, and I guarantee that you'll forever think twice before wasting food." — Criss Jami
Right now, Invictus is experiencing the first stage of starvation and he was on his third day. The increase in glycogenolysis.
Human starvation is marked by an early period of glycogenolysis and gluconeogenesis (3, 4). By 2–3 days into fast, fatty acids released from lipid stores become the primary source of fuel; this critical transition to lipid metabolism allows for protein sparing during prolonged periods of starvation.
Signs of weight loss were beginning to appear clearly in his whole body. His legs won't move after standing for three whole days without sitting or lying down.
Invictus can now barely move, and he could feel his hunger eating away at his body. To deal with hunger, Invictus would just sleep whilst maintaining his standing position. Leaning on the wall somehow helps him sleep but the extreme famine was severe that he can barely sleep. He would wake up with stomach pain, and he couldn't even utter a word, for his throat was so dry.
At this time, Invictus was just waiting for his time to come. He can feel it. Being inside the dungeon felt like being inside a tunnel where the end of the road, where the light resides, was unreachable.
Every effort was futile. None of his actions or wishful prayers was heard
by whoever was watching over him.
"Father?"
A warm voice suddenly hugged Invictus' cold existence. His shivering body felt a sudden warm touch, his soul being sheltered by a familiar voice.
"A-Austria? Is that you?"Wherever he turns his head, all he could see was darkness. Darkness extended further than how far his eyes could see."My baby, where are you?"Invictus' lower half was submerged in the dark matter he was standing in. He won't barge no matter how much he struggled. Crawling his way out was futile too."I'm right here," Austria exclaimed in the dark void."Where? I can't see you! Please, please take my hand if you can see me. Please, my baby, please!"If Invictus has to cut his arm off and hold it with another just to reach longer than he can actually do, he would do it without hesitation just to hold his daughter once more.Tears began flowing down his face and thousands of emotions flooded his mind and heart when he felt Austria's tiny fingers hold his."Oh, my baby, will you hold me? Please, I beg of you."But that was how as far as the strange encounter goes. He had woken up when the king's servants dumped another liquid waste in The Oubliette, raising the
Invictus felt a sting on his arm. With the help of the faint light coming from the torch above him, he saw the marks of his teeth on his skin. He mistakenly took a bite of himself, thinking it was a chunk of meaty beef.Moreover, he noticed that his hands were wet. When he took a quick look at his hands, there was dirt and it felt greasy."Did I—?!"Immediately, his stomach began aching excruciatingly. He was hallucinating and he had unconsciously drunk the liquid waste. Right now, Invictus was suffering from abdominal cramps as he was excessively gagging."I need to throw up!"Grievous as it might feel, Invictus had no choice but to release everything that he had unconsciously consumed while hallucinating.Eventually, after roughly poking his throat with his middle finger to force himself to spew all of that waste he drank, Invictus vomited not just the liquid waste but also accompanied by blood.His body was deteriorating and his condition just got worse than it already is.Whilst h
In the middle of Invictus' hallucinations, came upon him another strange scenario. He had met with the goddess of space and time as they stayed afloat across planets and stars.His first thought about the scenario was him having hallucinations again. He tried biting himself, but he did not wake up. Invictus just felt pain, an excruciating one since he bit himself as hard as he could."If you are real and not some made-up image of my mind, how come you didn't meet me inside The Oubliette?"Invictus knows what he was asking the goddess and still goes on with the dumb and annoying question."I'm sure you're aware of your current situation inside that waste dump, right? It's too gross in there. Also, I am claustrophobic."Their conversation continued for several minutes until the goddess herself became bored of the chitty chattering."Ahh, how boring!" She suddenly snickered, interrupting Invictus' storytelling."It was you that wanted me to tell you a story. It's not my problem that it w
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
Invictus made Gituku's earlier words become real. Initially, he did not mean anything he said, but after undergoing intense yet simple torture, there was nothing Gituku wished for except to die."Pfft! Take a closer look at his face, Bethel. You wouldn't have imagined seeing him with that kind of expression, yeah? You owe me one. I'll make great use of you.""I don't remember asking for your help, so I can say that no one owes you anything.""Kuku, Bethel. Should I take your life here and then right now? To compensate for the actions I did; for sparing your life."Bethel looked Invictus in the eyes. He had the eyes of someone who would not hesitate to kill because Invictus was someone who would not back down on his words. If he tells you he will do something, he is sure to achieve it despite the risk and how hard it is to accomplish.Invictus would not give a damn about the trivial things, and would just rock on until he is satisfied with the outco
Gituku was not given the time to mourn his fallen comrades. He watched them suffer at the hands of Vixen whilst being pushed back by Bethel. It pained him to witness his friends turned into ashes. But what really aches was the fact that he could not even do anything about it."Haa!"He was out of breath after the fierce consecutive attacks from Bethel, giving him no time to fight back. Fending his enemy, Bethel, was not easy. Something about Bethel changed upon disappearing earlier.When Bethel came back from the strangely indescribable world of fantasy and magic, something about him changed. Unlike Gituku whose personality was not the same when he first split himself into two, Bethel was the same person but a much better version of him.Under the guise of a loquacious manner, Gituku was actually a much quieter and polite person. None of it was his actual personality. But by splitting himself and constantly activating his skill, his Alter Ego changed him.
There was nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your whole family dead. And the thought of not seeing their smiles anymore added to the immense sorrow she was under at that moment.Vixen knew that it would be a pain to dig her family their graves, so they just turned them into nothing but ashes, then placed them in an improvised urn she made. That way, she just needed to scatter their remains by going to the shore.Whilst walking down the shore near the splashing waves of the sea with the urn being tightly held by her, Vixen opened the lid of the vase, throwing it on the sandy shore.Her trembling hand slowly reached for the ashes of her whole family; her father, mother, and siblings that died at the hands of the wicked. A handful of ash was taken out of the urn. Vixen stopped on top of a big rock where fish around it swim despite the heavy current and tidal waves.And onto the wild sea, the ashes were scattered as the tears flowed down fro
In these lustful men's eyes, Vixen was a vulnerable prey they should feast on while it is still alive.They licked their lips upon laying eyes on the weak state Vixen was in. She was effortlessly seductive. Her sweat attracted their libidos and stirred more sexual fantasies inside their heads.August staggeringly got back on his feet after suffering an immeasurable degree of pain from having his nutsack kicked by Vixen when he persisted in pinning her."Vixen, honey! Run away!"Her mom put up a fight. Seeing her daughter this vulnerable, she can already see how things will go if Vixen does not escape now.But there was no escape when one man blocked off the path. Cramp as it may seem, there was enough space inside for the five of them to pleasure themselves with two beautiful women.With her mouth now unoccupied, Vixen's mother began chanting a spell under her breath, emitting fragments of magic as she was halfway finished with her spell.
"Dude, I came here for the money. But I totally agree with you on the taking turns part. It's 'cause I prefer boobs over ass.""Real men prefer thighs, thick preferably."The twins brushed their eyes, checking if they were just dreaming about two armed men arguing over whether it should be ass, boobs, or thighs."But dear intruders, shouldn't personality come first more than anything else?" Said the two of them, thinking of the scenario as a dream. "Mom, always tells us beauty is on the inside.""Sounds like what an ugly person would say.""But our Mom is prettier than any other mother.""Oh, yeah? Never seen her. I should pay a visit to her room then. But before that, you two need to go back to sleep, eternally."They even put on the twins' blanket for them, singing them a lullaby as the knife gently yet painfully pierced the twins' chest. Struggling, the two wicked men covered the two poor children's mouths to prevent noise from res
The people on the roof of the houses weren't that much of a threat to Arnold, Halmer, Marielle, and Gojack. After defeating most of Butcher's men, the four of them went against the man responsible for the ice dome, Butcher himself.On the other hand, Vixen and Androgen against four retired knights were also the main force Butcher has in reserve.In other words, among the many men Butcher has, the five of them are the strongest. Most of the guys were just fillers to the story, who did not even put up a fight against the overwhelming abilities of the four leaders together. They served their purpose, to give the four leaders their warm-up for the upcoming battle against Butcher.As for Androgen and Vixen, they concluded that it was crazy to think that two women versus four men would be a walk in the park. No, because even after Vixen managed to destroy all of their weapons, except for having the upper hand by numbers alone, they came out overwhelmingly skilled.None of them can use magic
"I am currently having a great massage. Ooh! I wish you could experience this feeling right now."Bethel was in the same position when he first disappeared and reappeared exactly how he was before, still, head first and whizzing past the wind barrier flowing around that was accompanied by a cold breeze."What in tarnation did you do?!"A quick and precise attack was executed, thus eliminating one of the two threats. Multiple lacerations are not enough. Bethel chose to cut deeper into Gituku's flesh, an attack the man could barely react at all.For a second, Gituku's wide grin flashed in Bethel's eyes before he succumbed to darkness."Merciless and austere, what a lovely opponent you are."What was left of the dead Gituku merged with the other one? The dead Gituku was nothing more than a pile of meat that caused damage to the alive one when they fused back together again.Blood dripped down at the side of his mouth. Gituku wiped it wit
His wound seemed like it did not affect him whatsoever. The man could still laugh his ass off despite having his jaw ripped in half by Bethel's sword."Truly a worthy opponent you are, Bethel. Because of that, I'd tell you my name."Both sides had a reset, conversing with each other with their guards up and their eyes focused on the other while assessing and planning their next course of action."Even if you don't want to know, I'd insist. Gituku is my name, which means "shady and sly," though I'm quite the opposite. I'm bright and honest."Although faint, Bethel is sure that there is no way there are only two of them when he could hear multiple voices inside his head. But it can also be a psychological attack from Gituku, so it was all doubt until proven. Neither of these will be answered if Bethel does not do anything."Gituku sounds like a name from some tribe.""Well, I am from the tribe of the mighty and opulent land of Marxian."
Bethel felt like the voice inside his ears rang for the second time, but it was not really the case. Two of them really were talking in sync, and Bethel could not tell if the same person that emerged from the original body was nothing more than an illusion or a clone. There was only one thing to make sure of and clear his doubts. That is to engage in a fight against his chosen enemy, and get an answer to whether it is real or just an illusion.The ninjatō is typically depicted as being a short sword, often portrayed as having a straight blade (similar to that of a shikomizue) with a square guard. Usually of a length "less than 60 cm", the rest of the sword is comparatively "thick, heavy and straight." (Source: Wikipedia)In the world of shadows and bloodbath, there lies a group of covert agents or commonly known as mercenaries, which serves their purpose for reconnaissance, espionage, infiltration, deception, ambush, bodyguarding, and their fighting skills in martial a