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My Infatuation With Death 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
My Infatuation With Death 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
My Infatuation With Death 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
My Infatuation With Death 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
My Infatuation With Death 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
My Infatuation With Death 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
My Infatuation With Death 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
My Infatuation With Death 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 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..
