Andrey was sleeping hard and Dea’n’ha had already dressed up and was meditating from early morning. The few snores that came out from the young man weren’t really loud, but enough to break the peaceful silence engulfing the house Azazel had rented. The sorceress was concentrated enough to ignore those sounds, though. Her meditation state had her levitate a few centimeters above the ground.
I feel good knowing that there is somebody I can count on here. She’s got my back and I’ve got hers. I could surely have managed on my own, but having her around is making me feel safer. Her femininity is encouraging me to become stronger, as I really want to protect this bird which flew out of her nest.The innocent lust for knowledge, adventure, and tru
Andrey and Dea’n’ha were holding each other’s hands and just stared into each other.Azazel looked at Illien with his cold stare. The bard just simply raised his shoulders. Illien waved a hand to the couple as a sign to let Azazel handle the conversation.“It’s been good, Dr. Mark.” Illien replied. “I will close my eyes to what your robot wife just said.” Azazel told the ever-smiling dark-colored man in a white lab coat.“I know not what you spoke of!” he laughed. Razorbeak was one of the great cities of Migigaia. The backside of the city was completely surrounded by mountains as if sheltering it from any possible attacks by invaders, and that it actually did by becoming a huge obstacle on the way. It was the first major city on the west side of the northern Migigaia. Sharpmount was the name of the great shell that protected RazorbMakiya 64. May the healthy be sick, and the sick - healthy
Makiya 65. Out of MedX!
Makiya 66. Passive mana control
With hardly a sound the vehicle landed on The Caleuche and only the sound of the weight weighting on the ship was heard.“Nice job!” Dea’n’ha complimented. Azazel approved of the action by showing a smile. The waves of the river gradually pushed the ship and tried to give The Caleuche a hard time, though this hardly proved challenging enough for the mighty specter vessel.On top of it, the two mages were practicing sorcery in its fundamentals. “A blessing? How come?” Andrey asked mind-blown that this suffering he experiences might be called a blessing. Seriously? I blessing? Dying more times than I can count sure does sound like a blessing… not.Latest 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 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. “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” // 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 “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 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 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. 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. “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. Makiya 68. Not exactly a curse…
Makiya 70. Guesswork
266. Bound in life and death [FINAL CHAPTER]
265. Frozen Actions
264. Surroundings
263. Outplayed
262. First Encounter!
261. The game begins
260. Inner World-Shell
259. Life and Death are one and the same
258. The hunter becomes The hunted