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
“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
// 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
“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”
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.
“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
Dear reader! Before you start reading, I would like to thank you for your time and investment in my book! You are great! Quick instructions about reading this book. All text written like this (in italic) is the current character's thoughts. They are not spoken out loud but are in the character's mind. __ Some chapters contain illustrations drawn by me or someone else who has willingly contributed to the book. The name of the author would be found right underneath the picture. These images display content from the chapter it was inspired by. _ One more thing! Please, do not forget to leave reviews of the book, as it means really much to me and inspires me to write even more! I am very thankful for this and makes me love you even more so! <3 ______ In the wild deserts of Wartair, it was often that the armies of Batua Lurrak would fight the sand storms. In this wasteland, you could rarely find any water and food, so if you haven’t come prepared you will definitely be feeling and
Princepsius was a gigantic city. The capital of Batua Lurrak. It had an enormous population, and even though not very often, there still were robberies. Sometimes food was stolen, sometimes clothes or weapons, but definitely the most stolen thing was food. They caught very easily the wrongdoers and with incredible haste. When they were taken in, they would be led to a certain place. Beneath the city. When the king had an opportunity, they faced him and he delivered his judgment. Even though rules were really strongly followed and the law was always executed righteously at first glance, there was one exception. Exactly, it was Andrey. He wasn't given the chance to stand around and wait to see what's going to happen. The moment he regained consciousness he was sent straight to King Goodlie, and the decision was to isolate him in a cell beneath the castle as his accusation was espionage. The cell was dark. There were three walls and their base gray color was hidden either by blood or so
Nyadzel, Andrey, and the blue-eyed woman went out of the tunnels filled with prisoner cells. What awaited outside was nothing else but the glorious castle of King Goodlie. The green grass was trimmed, and you could spot the path carved with gray and yellow tiles. They were mixed in an odd way, which is why in the distance they would appear in different colors, even though they weren't. It was all thanks to the specific light of the big blue star in the sky.After the strong sound of the tolling bell, the woman said, "Nyadzel, you and Andrey will have to wait outside. The king desires that I report alone."Nyadzel didn't mind this but still asked, "Okay, then what do I do with him?""Take him somewhere for a walk. I won't be long." She said as she turned her head towards the green park nearby.They didn't walk for long. Andrey was inspecting every detail. He was getting accustomed to his surroundings. There were statues of warriors fighting, holding swords, hammers, shields–all this spo