2021-05-06 03:32:58“You said you used these chains to immobilize your demons. You survived through the ritual… Old man. Where are these demons of yours?” Amryr’s voice spoke lowly.
“I…” As the man was about to reply, although with visible hesitance, the black-and-white-haired boy interrupted him,
“Where is your family, Old man?”
The Old man’s left eye ticked. The painful answer that his mind automatically generated was the reason behind his now narrowed eyebrows and deep sigh.
Amryr then continued, “The black magical ritual wasn’t caused by the virus, was it?”
Old man breathed in deeply and spoke, “You are quite more than what meets the eye, boy. I start to be
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Makiya 213. Human traits
Darkness. That’s what they needed to find demons. A demon would never stand in the light of day. Therefore, when night came, it was the best time to hunt demons. ‘No change of outfit. No talismans or items to grant him additional power or abilities. Confident in each step. Why? I don’t get it. Was I deceived? Nah… not a chance. More likely, he probably lacks knowledge. He doesn’t know how to save them. Maybe he will try to chain them down again? Hahahah. Try and talk the demons out of them? Oh my, I shouldn’t have such hilarious thoughts in my head. I might accidentally spoil my serious face.’ Amryr thought, with an uncontrolled smirk on his face. “What seems to have entertained you so much, my boy?” Gaoth asked. ‘Oh fuck. Gotta think of something fast.’ Amryr thought as his eyes went from co
Makiya 214. "Fear" the human trait
As intimidating the young black-and-white-haired boy seemed, the demons weren’t bothered by this half-their-size mage.The Walker’s blade slashed at Amryr, leaving a red trail behind it.To the demon’s surprise, the boy was already in front of his body, dodging the attack.While this happened in the fraction of a second, another second was all it took for a massive slapping sound to resonate along the tunnel.Amryr’s palm went through the demon’s face, slapping him so powerfully, that the arcane power caused the demon to lose its left cheek completely.Immediately, the demon tried to recover and made a few instinctive steps back.“This is
Makiya 215. The style of improvisation
‘Ever wondered what’s disgusting and horrifying at the same time? I’ll tell you. In my humble experience of, how old was I? Oh yeah, fourteen years' experience of life, I have never heard anything more awful than a lair of demons laughing at me.’ “Kid! Buhaha! Seriously!? I was totally wrong about you. You’re not a genius! No wait, you ARE! Geniusly stupid! Hahah!” Gaoth laughed his lungs out. Gothanir, Gaoth’s son, stepped forward and spoke, “Father, let me deal with this punk myself.” The son had a ripped body. Very athletic shape that was revealed from his demonic outfit. A black sleeveless jacket, with his abs and chest visible. Spiky black hair and red eyes sticking out from the purple skin. Gaoth’s right arm extended forward, his wrist rela
Makiya 216. Black-and-white emotions
The menacing eye of the living demonic sword would strike fear in any opponent. The weapon’s demonic blood synchronized with Gaoth’s heartbeat, completing the bond between wielder and wielded.“Oh? Finally somethi-” Amryr spoke confidently, until the eye of the demonic blade gazed at him. Then his eyes turned completely white, and he fell on his knees.“If you survive this, then you really were worth it. Making me draw out my sword, that is.” Gaoth stepped towards the boy.The sword ripped the ground with its eye, staring at the boy. Its wielder sat down and spoke, “I will wait exactly two minutes. If you aren’t awake by then, I will feed my blade with your blood. It thirsts… I can feel it.”Gaoth
Makiya 217. Demon Art - Supremacy
“So this is what happens when the virus unlocks someone’s potential and he doesn’t die from it. Such a pity that you wouldn’t join the demon cult. You definitely would have been on par with me as a demon, even though you would have been half-human.” Gaoth spoke, as he grabbed the hilt of his demonic sword and pulled it out of the ground, slashing to the side. Amryr had a few tears run down his cheek, but his half-white pupils gazed upon the demon as he was his prey, “You’ve got it bad, Old man. You don’t even need to turn me into a demon for me to be on par with you. I already am far stronger than you.” Gaoth blinked a few times, his menacing figure of power faced the black-and-white mana wielder, as winds created by the boy’s sheer presence were pushing back the dust around them, “I must confess, capturing you into a nightmarish
Makiya 218. Out of the cave
“Shit!” Amryr grunted. The demon’s hand movements hinted to the boy that he was about to slash the blade out of him, which would literally mean splitting him in half.To avoid this, Amryr immediately sliced the demon’s hands and legs off with a void slash that was incredibly energy consuming.The demon’s body fell to the side, but in just a few seconds, Amryr saw its libs regenerating.It was enough time for him to pull the blade out of his body and draw distance.“Fuck. It’s bleeding too much. Shit. It fucking hurts!” Amryr cursed, holding onto his stomach.His breathing was chaotic, “I have only a few seconds to recover and be on par with this guy. I’m definitely t
Makiya 219. Blare Barbali
It didn’t take long before Amryr reached the exit of the cave. It was as he speculated - the demon lair was closer to the city rather than to the villages because it would be at a tactical advantage this way. It wasn’t hard to figure this out. A city meant more people, more goods, and since the tunnels and cave were all shaped by the demon’s magic, then it all made sense. Unless, of course, the demon was stupid. But that didn’t seem to be the case. “Old man, it’s quite the view you have here. If I were you, I’d make my throne at this exact place and gaze into the horizon at all times.” Amryr spoke to the demon’s core inside his stomach, as he glared at the beautiful scenery before him. On his left, a huge lake surrounded by the mountains. Then the greener end of the
Makiya 220. Surgery
Amryr and Blare Barbali walked through the anti-zombie crowd silently, the mysterious man holding his head up high revealing his popularity among the citizens of Paradise. Blare Barbali was an entire head and a half above Amryr’s height. He looked young. Mostly at about thirty. He had a white curly hair reaching a little below his shoulders in length. The dark blue suit and the confidence he emitted delivered the impression he was like a royal. Finally, they reached the hotel. It was huge. A restaurant and next to it, a location with smaller tables, implied that it was a separate thing - a dedicated place for coffee and tea, maybe? They stopped walking after walking in through the brown painted hotel
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266. Bound in life and death [FINAL CHAPTER]
“Immortal douche, my ass.” Amryr’s voice sounded behind the cracking noise.Andrey could see only darkness after the shattered mirror-like world of Golehanei’s game, his young student being his light in the confusing, lightless tunnel.Inhaling deeply, Andrey opened his eyes. The sight of the ancient being rotting right in front of him was the answer to the many questions that had just arisen. A black-and-white splash of energy cracked open the shell just seconds after Lord Red Eye’s awakening.“Amryr…” Andrey whispered.The loyal follower’s contrasting mana widened, making a splash, completely opening half of the shell.“Well, what can I say? The shell grew a lot from the moment that Golehanei noticed we had an ace up our sleeve.” Onyx smiled.Andrey’s eyes wandered from person to person, landing lastly on Dea’n’ha.“I see. Your eye technique. But… what happened?” Just as he spoke, a strange tingle in his right palm pulled his gaze. “The Abyssal Crack Magic… It resonated…” As he obs
265. Frozen Actions
Oh, great! If I get his characters killed before mine die, then I’ll be the obvious winner, won’t I? Does this mean that I won’t die even if my Main Character dies? If I win first, then the game is over, right? The Thief Class struggled as his neck cracked multiple times due to the twist he did on his own. The opposing Knight Class screamed in an angry tone, “This is a living abomination! Die!” Seeing how The Thief Class’ body wouldn’t let go of the mighty sword, punches started raining on his face. The armored gloves dealt a lot of damage to the poor Thief Class, but it didn’t really matter. He had no mind left to notify him of the pain. All he had was one thing - desire to kill.
264. Surroundings
“Let me see how you fare now. This one can’t be decided on sheer luck, descendant. May the fun and games… continue…” The ancient spoke, as a voice coming from nobody knows where announced, “Round Two.” A dialogue box appeared before Andrey. Yeah, like hell, this one’s gonna take you down even the better. “Round Two. For this round you may pick only two cards. Mage Thief Knight UNAVAILABLE CARDS: Demon Maiden”
263. Outplayed
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262. First Encounter!
“The game… begins, challengers.” The start was announced by a mysterious voice and all of a sudden Andrey could see through the eyes of his main character. Interesting. Somehow I am seeing both what she sees and what I see as well. How does the human brain even manage to endure the simultaneous cognition stress? // Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey// My Master, what shall I do now? A most seducing and alluring voice resounded within Andrey’s mind. Oh! Is she actually capable of reasonable communication? Impressive. // Letters
261. The game begins
Conjured by nothingness in the air, five cards appeared, twice the size of a human. The terrain reshaped and all of a sudden, it appeared that Andrey was standing in a theater. Looking around, he could see many empty seats, but more importantly, the scene was incredibly vast. The things that were easily seen were a well in the middle, a tower next to it, a few chairs along with a wooden table. They seemed rather medieval and old, but that seemed to be the idea behind the whole game. Playing a medieval role in a theatrical scenery. “We already started!? How about you tell me what the game is about first, eh!?” Andrey shouted, his eyebrows narrowed due to his annoyance. Golehanei’s voice replied to him with a cold tone. “Be not so rushful, Andrey Makiya… de
260. Inner World-Shell
Besides the sound of an incoming wind torrent, Andrey appeared like a black thunder, piercing through the clouds, right after jumping off from the conjured black-and-white tower. After restoring his vision past the clouds, he immediately navigated at the ancient human, who was patiently waiting in his cradle. Swinging just slightly. A massive barrage of a hundred walls of rock erupted from the ground, creating a mighty shielding to protect Golehanei from the incoming battle-mage. The rumbling noise in addition with the ancient being’s impatience slowly arising worked as proof that Andrey had been passing through his defense effortlessly. A sword landed right next to the ancient’s throat. Stopped not by Andrey’s will, but instead by the incredibly precise and strong grip of Golehanei’s finger tips.
259. Life and Death are one and the same
Andrey put on a little smile in an attempt to mock the man, who claimed to be greater than them. “Does the superior being deal with conflicts with force or with wisdom? Time we found out, I say.” He expected his taunting words to provoke the being, and at least see an eyebrow get narrowed, but instead Golehanei spoke calmly. “Young Andrey Makiya, when wisdom finds its end, the forces of power take over. Such would seem to be the case, descendant.” A fist coming straight at Andrey’s face was immediately countered as the red-eyed battle-mage deflected the incoming knuckles by punching his opponent’s arm in the triceps with an upper-cut. Although unexpected, suddenly Golehanei forced his arm downwards, overpowering the fist, in an attempt to strike Andrey’s head, as if to slash it with a blade.
258. The hunter becomes The hunted
“Dea’n’ha!” Andrey startled at the sorceress. “Y-yes!” She replied in a frail voice. “Can you communicate with this golden-dressed freak!?” Dea’n’ha lowered her head and spoke. “I can only convert information with my Abyssal Crack magic… I can’t really drain the language abilities out of it. It’s like attaining something from the void.” “Tsk.” Andrey clicked his tongue and looked at the buffed, half-naked man, who had only black pants, golden belt, and a golden collar that went all the way from his neck to covering half his back and chest. The ancient human had a golden ring on his left pointing finger, and dark brown leather bracelets with gold imbued in them on both his wrists.
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