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My Infatuation With Death Chapter 27 : Conflicted
Perspective : Thor GildAs that plant covered it's core with vines.Nothing could penetrate it, I saw it as everyone tried their best to cut those vines, somehow get past it's defences and destroy that core.But nothing worked, icy spells, incineration, swords made of glass.Nothing worked.I was getting worried, but that part of me was still there, which kept saying.Maybe I could have a try at it.Maybe I would succeed.But there I was still standing, I needed to guard them, trust in my friends and hope for the best.He was also there. I could sense that frustration and anger he felt which was similar to mine.To be able to do nothing, when our expertise were required the most.I felt his anger, his hate for himself and that abhorrence for life.Carrying all those intense emotions,Patrick charged towards that plant, discreetly approaching it, that plant was unable to move, all those attacks and spells were not all for nothing, It had immobilised that plant, it's movements being res
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 28 : Refuge
Perspective: Conrad GarnierWe were basically fucked.It hadn't even been two days since we entered that forest, and our minds were already messed up.If someone had described the events that unfolded for us in just 2 days as happening to them casually over a drink at the tavern, I would never have believed them in a million years. In the course of just two days, the things we saw, fought and survived from, were straight up bullshit.A creature straight from the folk tales we had heard but never believed happened, hundreds and thousands of dare wolves of a rare species.all preying on us simultaneously.That's bullshit.And yet we held our own, which to be honest, was the only positive aspect about that whole ordeal.However, as if fate and a higher power had not already fucked enough with our lives, they decided to step up their game. Those weird plants, those things literally had all of us, caused us to lose our damn minds.And the most discomforting thing about it was the fact tha
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 29 : At any cost
Perspective : Conrad GarnierMan, that was insane.What was I thinking?I definitely got played by their hands.Emilia and Kyle, I am sure that they knew we were being watched by those things.They knew, that is why they were both so vigilant,But why didn't they act up?were they trying to set me up?I couldn't seem to figure it out.But one thing was sure, my anxiety, my curiosity caused me to mess up.I was done for.However, I wasn't going to give up.That creature, that thing, it was yee close to me.I could practically see the bloodlust on it's dark ominous eyes.Too close infact.What should I have done?Draw my blade, that sounds like the logical solution, doesn't it?I needed to dispatch it, make a quick work of it.However, I am glad that I didn't do that.That wasn't the soundest of solutions.That close, that speed, It would have been only a matter of seconds and It would have ended me.In my mind, I simulated the effectiveness of drawing my blade, I found out, If I had dra
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 30 : Truth comes out eventually
Perspective: Regina ClementNow, the seemingly harmless ant, lunged at Conrad, it's mandibles snapping dangerously close, In a moment of sheer madness Conrad thrusted his arm along with his sword, into the ant's gaping maw, without letting its mandibles snap again, Conrad's sword peirces through the ant's head, causing it to convulse and collapse.While, he fought the huge ' replete 'other' smaller ants surrounded him.Surrounded by a swarm of smaller ants, Conrad spins in a wild frenzy, decimating them with a flurry of deadly strikes, his laughter growing wilder with his each strike, as if the Chaos and carnage only further fuelled his insanity.With each strike, now he was killing two or three ants, this batch of ants were far younger and fragile. So, Conrad had no problem slashing them, every maneuver of his blade, added a new splash of black blood, on his face.Soon the ants themselves were, retreating, untill one huge ant, appeared before him.Conrad with his breathing ragged and
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 31 : Aftermath
Perspective : Regina Clement"The very air you breathe... Within each of you... there exists a particle... that I can manipulate... with a mere command, it will puncture your heart."Kyle said that as his face appeared contorted with anger, his brows furrowed and drawn together in a deep frown, his eyes narrowed peirceing daggers through the air with an intense and fiery gaze. His jaws clenched tightly, muscles visibly pulsating, lips curl in to a sneer, revealing gritted teeth. I could sense the extreme frustration and anger in him.As soon as everyone heard that,An air of discomfort and distrust enveloped our group.Keira said,"What the hell man .... everyone?".Kyle replied,"Yes everyone".Emilia with a look of sadness and disbelief on her face, said."Why .... The fuck would you do that?"." we trusted you"."You were our leader".With Keira asking,"Yeah ...Why? man.... why".Kyle after noticing Emilia's expression, he realised the gravity of what he had just blurred out, wi
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 32 : Back to the depths you go
Perspective : Conrad Garnier........................................ Dream ........................................(What is this?)I found myself sinking downwards, as the world around me dissolved in an endless expanse of desolation, into an unfathomable sea that stretched as far as the eye can see. Its depths were void of light that engulfed me in a suffocating darkness, that weighed upon my very soul.And yet, it was soothing.I found solace in my eerie solitude.I was sinking further and further, into that bottomless sea, a sense of hopelessness clung to me like a relentless specter.The inky waters, thick and oppressive , coiled around me constricting my every movement.(For the life of me .... I can't remember what was I doing?)(Nor do I remember, who am I?)That was when, I felt the currents of the water suddenly shifting, sending a shiver down my spine.A disturbance, an anomaly in that desolate sea. Began hurtling upward towards me.Curiosity caught me, compelled me to ste
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 33 : Natural selection
Perspective : Regina ClementElkdrack replied,"Look at you being a stickler for rules".Patrick responded,"I always am"."Now if you excuse me .... I have a tunnel to keep watch over".As, I spared a glance at Conrad's face, something felt different from before, the peaceful expression he had on his face was now gone.His forehead furrowed, his eyebrows were gathering closer together, and his usually relaxed feature became tense.He started frowning, his fists clasped.I, observing these changes, gently placed my hand on his forehead, in hopes of providing him comfort, to ease his troubled state.Elkdrack noticed that,he asked," What happened ?".I replied,"It's Conrad ... his face".Elkdrack took a look at Conrad's face and replied,"Maybe he is having a nightmare... we should try waking him up".Elkdrack retrieved his water bag and poured a small amount onto his hand. With a handful of water, he playfully sprinkled it onto Conrad's face.He said,"That ought to wake him".As El
My Infatuation With Death Chapter 34 : Intrigues of nature
Perspective : Conrad GarnierWith each passing moment the bug weakened, its once vibrant form was now reduced to a grotesque and mangled husk.Elkdrack commented,"I almost feel pity for the poor guy ...".Kyle responded,"Well don't be ... If we are not careful ... that will be us".Amidst that horrifying display, we felt a primal fear stir within us. The enormity and savagery of that scene reminded us of our own vulnerability in the face of nature's power.We all exchanged silent glances, a mixture of awe dread and an odd admiration for those ants savage efficiency, filled our hearts.As the final remnant of that bug was claimed by that ant, we were left thinking that, 'the natural world can be both beautiful and hauntingly terrifying.Emerging from the shadows, I noticed an ant's carcass, which seemed to have something stirring within its abdomen. it piqued my interest, I observed intently as whatever was inside struggled to break free. Unfortunately, the ant's skin proved too thick
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Chapter 82 : Serpent's Gaze
Perspective : Lucius SinclairI still don't know why I did that. I guess I was too bored with the routine ass stuff I did all day.Talking to people bleh !Something new and exciting, just the thought of that, maybe, caused my legs to follow suit.Following the noise I reached the location of its origins.And what I saw?Those two people, that weird women and that man, were facing off with some nasty looking individuals."Wait! I recognised them! I know them"."That insignia"." That's the insignia of the group called 'Serpent's gaze' "."Or am I getting It wrong, No I don't think so".I thought out loud,Percival responded,"Indeed and that person wielding that huge cleaver, I think they call him Baldwin".Surprised that Percival knew of such people, I asked,"You know them"."How?".He responded,"Ah yes ... I witnessed him once, Killing and brutally decapitating one of his victims".I was honestly surprised, he never told me about that, just what else he was hiding from me, It's n
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Chapter 81 : A knot
Perspective : Lucius SinclairThat was the most idiotic conversation I had ever heard, I thought the guy was dumb then damn, the woman buds in and guess what? she has got nothing on him. She own herself was in a whole new level of stupid.It's like they were caged birds, first time in the open, as if they didn't knew how the world worked. Now, that I think about it, they never did tell me and neither did I bothered asking, but sure as heck they acted like that.Witnessing that, Percival commented, "She is ripping them off."I responded, "Well, I'd say they deserve it."Percival observed their behavior and mentioned, drawing an assumption from it, "Must be new around here."I responded accordingly, confirming his assumption , "You bet, who says room with a view, every room has a view."Then Percival slowly whispered in my ears, his voice filled with hesitation and concern, "Should we intervene?"I responded sternly, my words laced with indifference and detachment, "None of our
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Chapter 80 : Stupid World
Perspective : Lucius Sinclair"Violence" is the term ingrained in human nature. I will go as far as to say that's what defines our very being, our stupid self serving ignorant being.Violence is an act often used as a means of last resort, when all our efforts to get through them are useless, that's when violence is utilised and yet it's funny that, it's not used that way, it's never used that way.How utterly stupid, well that's humans I guess, an organism who puts their feelings above all else, an stupid organism who thinks the best way to exist is by becoming a "Cog" in a self serving machine.And yet they forgot to account for the fact that a "Cog" is nary a significant nor a remotely crucial component of a system, well not much crucial when there are so much to go around, how utterly stupid. They forget or simply ignore the fact that they are replaceable, and there are so many of them that replacing isn't even an issue, forget about having spares, it's one thing to have spares an
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Chapter 79 : Return Journey - III
"Halt," Ikbal's authoritative voice rang out, slicing through the conversation like a sharp blade. The intensity of his command reverberated through the carts, causing a shiver to run down the spines of those who heard it. As Ikbal firmly tugged on the reins of his horse, the animal let out a startled squeal, bringing the entire convoy to an abrupt stop. Confusion painted the faces of everyone present, their brows furrowing in bewilderment. Spotting Kyle slowly approaching on a separate horse, Ikbal's gaze locked onto him with a mixture of recognition and concern. His words spilled out urgently, the weight of the situation evident in his tone, "Stop.... halt! halt!" Kyle, caught off guard by the sudden halt, arched an eyebrow in confusion. His puzzled expression prompted him to ask, "What happened?" Placing his fingers against his forehead, Ikbal mulled over his response for a moment before replying, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty, "My wind magic is picking up on
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Chapter 78 : I don't care
It's been 10 days since they set out from those old dilapidated ruined village. They travelled through the weeping forest, It was a hard, arduous journey but they managed. With utmost caution and meticulous planning, Conrad and his companions successfully left behind those haunting nightmares. The dawn of a new day emerged, ushering in a fresh chapter full of exciting opportunities in their lives. But this victory couldn't have been possible by the sacrifices of those unfortunate enough to be a part of those nightmares.Now,They had left behind "The weeping forest" the previous day. Now, they were following a road taken by Merchants, and tourists who visit from the capital this time of the year.A road that went through an ordinary forest, and yet they had 4 days until they would reach the city of Ustrax.The Horses were carrying the carts and carriages at full speed, their hooves pounding against the ground, a rhythmic symphony of urgency and determination. On the second Carriage, E
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Chapter 77 : Return Journey - II
Ustrax is the name of a legendary dragon who lived in these parts, not the name of the place. At that moment in time, the vessel state of Fasnijan' still existed, before the current Monarchy. However, the area now called the city of Ustrax, along with the snow-covered territory surrounding it, wasn't a part of it. It was an uncharted territory, with no man treading on it for centuries or decades. The frozen tundra was covered with towering trees that blocked sunlight from reaching the undergrowth. It was an area teeming with monsters, and leading them all was the legendary dragon Ustrax.However, after several centuries, during the reign of Edmund the 2nd, King of the 'Sovereign of Fasnijan,' his son-in-law, also known as the 3rd King of the 'Sovereign of Fasnijan' and famously referred to as the 'Adventurer King,' emerged. He possessed legendary adventurer skills and embarked on a perilous journey towards the salted mountain. The snowy mountains surrounding 'the city of Ustrax,' back
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Chapter 76 : Return journey.
Conrad, his body weary and mind heavy from the battle, found himself compelled to spend the night at the monastery. Exhausted, he and the others set up camp, ensuring everyone had a chance to rest by taking turns on guard duty. As dawn broke, he was already awake, Conrad's right hand found solace in the familiar weight of his sword's hilt. His weary breath mingled with a silent sigh as his thoughts whispered, "Now let's return back home." The weariness of battle still clung to his bones, and a longing for the comforts of home echoed in his words. "I just want to go home and sleep in a real bed," Conrad uttered, his voice carrying the weariness accumulated over the past few days. The passing of time felt distorted, as he continued, "Can't believe it's only been a few days. It feels like years already ." The weight of recent events settled upon him, and Conrad contemplated his future. "Probably won't take any new jobs for a while now," he mused silently, contemplating the need
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Chapter 75 : Echoes of Distortion
Perspective : Conrad GarnierMy mind a drift, My eyes encapsulated in that Muriel, at that depiction, the way they were presented, the way those pictures were drawn, who knows when? and who knows by whom?, it felt so ethereal, so life like, that I became completely lost in it.It was like, I am living that moment, as if those figures drawn would pop out of that wall, it was exhilarating.Surrounded by un readable text, in the middle of that moss covered Muriel, were the depiction of people or beings that lived long long ago, in this very village which is now lone and deserted, it was all so fascinating.Now, I found myself eager to delve deeper into that knowledge, so I consciously blocked out the conversations of others around me. My mind ventured freely, delving into the enigmatic secrets it sought to unravel. In that moment, I entered a trance-like state, completely oblivious to any external distractions, captivated only by the intriguing drawings and carvings before me. With unwave
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Chapter 74 : Remnants long forgotten
Perspective : Conrad GarnierElkdrack's face transformed with a mix of surprise and temporary memory lapse, as he sheepishly admitted, "Ohh, I forgot there for a second. That's the reason I brought you here..." His gaze drifted towards a chest in the corner, a chest that seemed to radiate a certain majestic aura, adorned in what appeared to be metal though time had left its marks—the rusted edges and the curious growth of moss. Elkdrack gestured towards the chest and said, his words brimming with anticipation, "That chest over there contains your share of the treasure." With a blend of excitement and remorse, he proceeded to explain the origins of the treasure, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and regret, "When we first entered this place, the altar was buried amidst a mound of gleaming gold coins, alongside an array of mysterious artifacts." He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his revelations sink in, before continuing, "Everyone took their share, and yours..
