2021-10-12 03:14:47Andrey’s eyes widely opened, as his mouth went agape. “Th---this can’t be!” He stuttered.
Eloise pushed Andrey’s shoulder and asked him with concern in a gentle tone. “What happened to you?! Get back to yourself!”
Andrey gulped hard and regained his senses, thanks to The Princess’ push. “The plan is a failure! We are completely surrounded!”
“Nothing has failed yet, Andrey. I can feel it! My intuition speaks to me - I know that today we will win!” Eloise spoke encouragingly, although she did think of something else as well. ‘ Even though I haven’t lied… but what is this uneasy feeling that I have in my chest…?’
Alextraz channeled lightning through his body and proudly yelled. “Show yourself, unless you want to die without even being recognized as a human being!” Guys, guys! Who do you think is this powerful foe? Obviously he knows everything about Andrey. Come on! Try and guess! I'll be looking for your suggestions in the comments and review section :P
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Makiya 246. A late hero
“This guy is pretty damn good. Is that what you’re thinking?” the man’s voice whispered in Andrey’s ear. Immediately after, the palm of that shady man slapped Andrey’s face sending him flying meters away, ultimately to crash to the ground as his body spiralled like a whirl. Recovering just before impact, Andrey landed on his hands, pushing himself off the pavements, at which moment, the colossal shadow-man’s knee crashed into his back. “ARGGHH!” Andrey screamed from the pain. His cry struck fear in each soldier, The King and The Princess. “Oh, no… Are we going to… lose, after all?” Eloise whispered, as she along with the rest turned toward the source of the agonic scream. “Come on, my boy? Is that all?” The man asked, looking down at the motionless Andrey, lyin
Makiya 247. The results of Andrey's Naivety
A shockwave pushed the shady man away, leaving Andrey levitating above the ground under the force of his Manakinesis. “Y...You must be kidding me…” Andrey slowly floated toward the decayed. “Ellie… Alex…? No… This… Can’t be!” “THIS CAN’T BE!” Andrey screamed in a distorted voice. “NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO BE DEAD!” As his screams continued, the creatures of darkness spotted him and figured out he was their next target. “GET UP!” “ARISE!” “GET OFF THE GROUND!” “STAND UP!” “YOU CAN’T BE DE
Makiya 248. Re-Discover
Her tears dried out in a split second. Pain may cause one to cry, but a greater sorrow will silence those tears. That is when a person’s soul completely breaks, just as most mirrors shatter at the edge of a rock. Dea’n’ha’s sharp mind came back to her on time. ‘Just a touch with my Abyssal Crack Magic, and I will return all his memories back to him!’ She thought, as her tattoos started expanding to her fingertips. “Don’t do it!” A cold and angry voice rushed through the hollow room. Pulling her arm away, with slight fright, she turned her head to face at the warning voice. It was Azazel. “But… Why? He doesn’t remember who I am!” The beauty exclaimed. “Get out of the room, Dea’n’ha!” The Demon demanded, his as
Makiya 249. East-City Mystery
It had been awhile since a decent mission came around. While Andrey was absent, Azazel's legion had been mainly enjoying a peaceful and quiet time. Happily for them, that was all over. A mission was issued straight from Lord Beleth Gehenalis himself, as missions for The Demon Azazel’s legion had always been delivered. The instructions were exceptionally short, "Get rid of the nuisance." Of course, instructions and the definition of what the "nuisance" was weren't really handed out. The mission's real purpose wasn’t really explainable, but what was for sure was that getting rid of something meant killing someone of something. Perhaps even a significant amount of power would be required to do the deed. The location was East of Icemorne. The city bore
Makiya 250. No turning back
A second later, the ground underneath them cracked from the mighty pressure. Everyone fell, the enemy - unconscious, in what seemed to be huge underground catacombs. The height of the columns holding onto this vast space were at least ten meters tall. After the silence which came after the rumbling rocks seized falling and finally met their last location to rest, a sound of flowing water somewhere in the distance was heard. Azazel walked next to one of the columns, exploring its surface with the palm of his hands, then revealing the location's nature. "I believe these are Ictek ruins." His voice sounded deeply in the open space. Dea'
Makiya 251. It’s About Time
Feeling as awkward as he never had before, Andrey stared at everyone, surprised that who they seemed to be bowing before was none other than himself. Exchanging glances with Azazel, Dea’n’ha, and Illien, desperate to know if they possibly had any sort of clue why this is all happening, but to no avail. “Why are they bowing to you!?” Dea’n’ha asked, as she stepped forward. Azazel turned toward her and spoke in a natural voice, “I believe he would be the least one to know the answer” His petrifying gaze fell down on the red dressed curly-haired man, and spoke through teeth, “But I’m beginning to get an idea.” Although nobody heard him. Not that it was his intent. Feeling suddenly relaxed as ‘the enemy’ didn’t seem to
Makiya 252. I am finally dead.
Dea’n’ha’s desperate cry echoed through the underground city’s corners. Having no other choice but to feel alarmed by her unexpected reaction to the bandit leader’s words, Andrey was close to giving up to the rising confusion. “You see, they are purposely holding you back from who you really are. They are trying to chain you down in their own delusional ideals. They don’t like who you really are. They don’t want you. That’s why they are making up stories for you, stories about you. You’re too great for them. They can’t restrict you. You’re a threat.” Onyx spoke, clenching his boot into Andrey’s chest, then twisting it to the left and right. Andrey grabbed Onyx’s leg and tried to push him away, but instead his arms got hit from by the dull sides of the leader’s two swords. “Look at them. They probably are the reas
Makiya 253. Be true to yourself!
\\A little author’s note here for the upcoming dialogue. Text written in Italic and Bold are the words of Andrey whom’s memories are still gone. While text written only in Italic are Andrey with his memories regained #LordRedEye\\ So… This is what death feels like? Like… Nothing? I do have my body still. I can see my hands. There are my legs, too. Hm. So is death like an endless darkness with me by myself? If that were true, then death is nothing other than certain madness. Anyone would go insane by this emptiness. So the end of the road is nothing but a hollow shell for one’s self? Even now… I’m just talking to myself… a
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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
// Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey//// Letters in ITALIC BOLD are Andrey’s telepathy towards his Main Character/other characters//All of a sudden, The Maiden Class card recovered her senses and took another surprising action.“Oh, my dear! I was sure that you would look after us! I knew you had not forgotten us! All we had to do was believe in you and you would show mercy on our poor souls. The precious and gentle touch of the palm of your hand is called ‘Mercy’ and we experienced it to its finest momentum! May my prayer and wordings of the utmost-fine gratitude reach thee! An offering I will make as soo
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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