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2024-10-29 19:42:56If Trust had eyebrows, as much as his flat-skinned burnt face looks like, he’d be quirking them as Betts described the intentions and how the actions of the stronger monster in the center of the monster group think. How much of this is guesswork, is a hundred percent, but he couldn’t imagine that there’s a purpose nor a successful way for them to confirm this intent. Yet if he looked closer at all the small monsters this creature accumulated, he’d be thinking it was hoarding for its benefit alone.
However, it did not let these creatures stay around them in a way that protected them alone, rather if it focused on the areas where the monster placed them, all locations that look down. Almost in the direct way of the monster hunters yet deliberately having space to move around them. He too noticed that there were observer small monsters around the monster hunters, but unlike the other ones they’ve encountered, these observers truly watc
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Guns aimed in rush at Betts the moment she finished her words, at least half of them are, the others are warily staring at her presence in a stunned silence except for one of them who held his hand signaling the others to steady their aims. He waved them down as he spoke, “can we confirm if you’re a civilian?”Betts looked at them as Trust started bashing those small fry monsters who dared attack him, her brows deepen through patience and clearly must prevail because at this point they won’t have any fighting chance besides the additional manpower the men from the task force could provide. She assessed them, all their stance were at high alert, so it would be best to move in caution before any of them exhibit a nervous tick and shoot her.“I’m a civilian,” she said in short answer, “but I’m not exactly a simple citizen.”Frowning at her words, the man continued to tell her, “then we
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Dwindling numbers don’t matter if, by the end of the line, or rather near the end of it, the strongest of the pack comes to pay their respects by deliberately using a hunk of motorcycle chucked into the air, aiming at Trust. There was time for him to avoid the incoming automotive metal cannonball, but he didn’t evade or take any evasive measures, rather he made sure to take the hit by his tail and deftly reroute its trajectory.The space they’re fighting in is a hollowed-out structure just neighboring the one they previously escaped from. Since its height was small and rather below a convenience store with two floors, it became the monster’s “creature comfort” in terms of hiding things. Unlike the other stores like the one below, they are on the first floor of several tall buildings without having their own. This one, it’s got its own two floors.The front doesn’t look big or wide, but it was long reaching f
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Chapter 31 Bright afternoon colors covered the poster-filled walls of Horaz’s room, again as he busily lay on top of his bed while his other self, sat reading on a chair. His ears are plugged with earphones while it played ten pop songs on repeat just to drown the noise from the outside. Hands busily scribbled on a piece of paper before he stopped to continue reading the book just beside the paper. His desk is illuminated by the light of his lamp even though the afternoon sunsets his room in an ambient mood for relaxation and nap time. One shelf stood beside this desk filled with all his hobby books and a box of socks he uses for his soccer practice. All those socks are used and never deplete since he may have bought too many to count. It’s not just his effort to buy these socks, they were partially gifted by every relative who knew he wanted to pursue playing soccer as a form of career, though as of this moment, he needs to study. Horaz, of the current time, is buck naked on the be
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Faceless spoke with eloquence Horaz can only guess where it came from, perhaps deep inside his head or imagination. Either way, the register of the faceless’ voice comes deep and childish, as if it came from a badly dubbed television show from a different country. There is a confusing sense of familiarity and distance in the way he understood his other versions words that it only registered that what he was listening to, the voice, came from the singer in the earphones his past self was listening to.Since the song currently playing had the same voice, he could only blink at the realization and more for the fact it spoke to him with an understanding of common English and sarcasm. He settled sitting like he had been forced to sit up straight, his back now leaning forward as he rest his elbows on his knees. Staring straight at his other self, the words, “what the hell, so you can talk?? Why are you just silent?”His faceless version crouch
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“Do you also remember that yummy woman with him??” The faceless Horaz piped as it showed its face dangerously near to Horaz.He didn’t realize it but the faceless who sat on the opposite side of the room had placed itself beside Horaz, on the bed, with an air of excitement oozing from its featureless face. The hair that lay on top of its head was the hair that he had when he was younger, short, cut four-by-four, and filled with dandruff.The skin on its face was eerily smooth that Horaz broke his expression with disgust while faceless him said, “she smelled so sweet and utterly delectable. She’s so tempting I could swear she was the right one for me. Right?” Words the faceless uttered, though understandable, are becoming slurred the more he spoke. Until he noticed that faceless was becoming agitated.“Do you realize how it’s become like this?” It suddenly asked as Horaz wanted to inch away but g
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The bed Horaz sat on with faceless suddenly shook, both donning an expression of surprise. The room turned into a field of the park near the cemetery and the two sat separately on a seesaw. The metal bars continued to shift going up and down between the two with great variation, sending the sensation of their bodies into a ticklish sense of tingle in their stomach.This sensation brings a familiarity that collects butterflies in the pit of his stomach that rose to the edge of his throat. Bile could have given him the same sensation, but he knew that it wasn’t puke or a real vomit, but rather a surge of any other form or word for excitement. His nerves shot in anticipation but eased into stasis as the sensation passed by in a blink of an eye.“Exciting,” said faceless. They continued to play with the seesaw by speeding up their pump to their legs forcing the upward motion to happen faster. “Did you feel that? This time it’s th
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The tablet access had infiltrated through the system via direct link only lasted a minute of non-detection until the warning about illegal access started as well on the tablet. This employee did expect this to happen, so they made sure to reroute the intervention every time they were detected, this did buy them enough time to see what they planned to do and found that the frequency sequence behind all the satellite interference.Fortunately, their device had quick record access, but first, they made sure to divert the application detection by subtly activating them in the smallest of window time. This was a nerve-wracking, sweat, swear, pooling moment for the employee that none of their fellow who noticed their action even tried to say anything in fear of them losing their focus. The attention was neither noticed nor warranted any given reaction because the moment they activated the onscreen video recorder, they started fighting back their gain and hold.
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Hi, Nate here! Updates on the story will continue through out the month with one day off and the rest of the six days will have an update. Thought our story is still far from the ending mark, we'll still follow through our citizens world until they discover the truth for their predicament.I say predicament, but their everyday lives are too common then tipped over the scales with something bizarre :DSomehow, the erotica parts of the story is borderline fetish and noncensensual. To that, I have to note that perhaps I should be dubbing the sub genre to be psychological in the long run? Anywho, the mix of characters in this story is becoming boundless to the point I might have to resort to killing others if I cannot fix my problem of having a hard time dismissing or ending their in-story-goals.Nate
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EpilogueThe caves underground lead nowhere man could tolerate, with the pressure of the world pressing over them, no one can follow the Primer monsters as they exit the premise of C-city. These Primers are not going to be eaten and smothered by power over time, however, they will co-exist in a community built by Memoria.Memoria who sat almost half a millennia awake under the ruins of F-city played another game of race between the lines with several other internet connection nodes that are knowingly joined into the old working cable lines of the dead city. Then when the race finishes, they rest for the while, thinking like a person, old and hesitant.They’ve long forgotten that they could easily browse these connections so that they could monitor the condition of the world and their old friends who now walks the human world with the grace that could only dignify those with experience. They have experience too, of a different kind, all collected from the vast brains and words of those
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Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
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Chapter 37 (part 4)
Small-stature wobbled from their place in shock and confusion. They could hear voices, words they thought would not be possible to understand even if they have a sprinkle of memories of being able to say such things, such words. Vocabulary had almost slipped their still able memory of what they seem to perceive as their selves before this blind-like body.Their comrade underlings did not comprehend the creature in front of Small-stature, making them react in a scared way, almost darting to scurry in escape. Managing to hail them back into the premise of Small-stature’s vicinity was easy, what with One-arm herding them back to where they are.“My, forgive me. It seems like you are a newborn to this body.” Soft-spoken, as Small-stature calls them, listened to them say. “Let me soothe your worries, we are not here to relish harm upon our fellow. Rather, guide them.”Hearing and understanding what Soft-spoken said took about a few seconds of Small-stature’s comprehension, but their underl
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Chapter 37 (part 3)
Two presences from the premise disappeared when the small-statured creature sensed the sensation of an optimal sound and light came from underneath the ground. There was a pause as they waited for the arrival of this, oh so, comforting resonance.Anticipation. Tension. Pause.There was a definite halt in their senses when another sensation overpowered their most awaited event, that was just been triggered moments ago. Because of this, they knew that there was something wrong. Something that would bring them great demise and abandonment, even if they know they could survive without this “thing.”Grasping this “thing” was an answered prayer they knew would be something that could help develop their comrades and these sweet-scented underlings of theirs. Telling them that they would grow and develop into better creatures that could well benefit each other. Without words, just sounds and resonance, deeds.Still, they could not help but waver in tenacity when they felt the loss of this “thi
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Chapter 37 (part 2)
Waking up in another body is hellish beyond comparison. Imagine opening your eyes to blindness you didn't know existed, with the light coming from nowhere and everywhere. You don't see with your eyes, but you feel the world ten times stronger with nothing but your body who is sensitive to every kind of noise. Magic would have been more believable than realizing that your blindness is not caused by pain of any internal kind, but by your eyes absorbed inside your skull, sunken deep. Protected by a layer of skin thin but tough, while a substance within shakes and serves to stay it in place. Something moved within their skull, surreal but they could feel it moving with every shake and stir as if a jar of pickles with one pickle inside swimming in its vat of juice. Why am I comparing pickle to my situation? Calming themselves was easy, they “breathed” slow and steady, through a nose they could not feel or sense its presence on their face, but they know its there. Wildly adjusting their t
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Chapter 37 (part 1)
Chapter 37Skies don’t rain beans or bacon, but Horaz, who’s gotten himself used to the way the Primer identity roams his mind, sees that this Primer sure knows how to mix the setting they stand in by displaying all food he’s been craving for. Nothing beats being human and wanting nothing but to satiate your day with all the good comfort food that lives in your head, at least the ones you’ve tasted before.He has been yearning to eat more than raw meat, which his tongue and throat burned from the bitter taste, not sweet or delectable, but bitter and tangy at the same time. The youth of sixteen years has not tasted flesh the same way it’s described with a raw steak, though he prefers well done, he probably would have had the chance to taste raw steak in the time his family would celebrate special occasions.But he prefers well-done steak, baked beans, and the occasional tacos on the weekends. Softshell because he needs to cater to his girlfriend’s taste for cleanliness, hence food with
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Chapter 36 (part 7)
“Stand… down,” Akyl said slowly to the escorts. Her eyes watched the one arm that clung to the tail.She could tell that the tail, or the identity that controlled it, is strong today. There must be a correlation between their method of physical examination and their tail’s response to their body. Rather, she could sense that Horaz is just realizing that there was more to the process happening in his Primer body and just noticing it now.The other escorts, with guns that bore metal ammunition, followed through but the tranquilizer bearer did not ease his aim. The escort shook his head in rejection of her request and Akyl had to acknowledge this.Purce stood still, feeling her tension, more from fear, stiffen her body. The only part that could move was her eyes and she watched in anticipation if the doctor would do something first, or the Primer’s tail.Because, by now, she could see that the Primer is not just fighting the tail but struggling to keep its hold. The twitching stopped for
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Chapter 36 (part 6)
The confines of Horaz’s room remained cold with the sprinkle of “nature’s touch,” meaning the occasional soil and other debris that could serve as “entertainment options.” Noticing the Primer consciousness be a creature of boredom was one the laboratory did not expect, and so did Horaz.Discovering this was not hard to conclude when the Primer tends to play and hunt the staff and escort that enters its domain whenever they feed or try to clean his “room.” At most, if they didn’t leave any kind of living creature to distract the Primer during its stay in the laboratory, the likeliness of it trying to destroy their place seemed likelier.Reina remembered the kind of creature the first Primer was, despite staying for only a few days in their presence. This alpha Primer did things in calculated actions as if, the creature itself wanted things to go their way so it could pretend to give them what they want.She concluded this according to how the staff then felt its actions were much devis
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Chapter 36 (part 5)
Purce had to double take, knowing that the answer used, one thump of any body part meant “no.” Hastily, she signaled to Elbi that Horaz – the human consciousness, did not agree to the next procedure.Because of this, Moss suddenly wondered why the electrical current request they were aiming to control, and monitor stopped. She saw from her peripheral that Dr. Akyl left her post, the other touchscreen panel, and approached Elbi and Purce.Elbi was adjusting the program, already on its way to booting up enough electrical charges in the ideal percent, but an abrupt stop in this charging requires a reset for the application and machine. Because if it did not stop and proceed to use for its intended purpose, it would go haywire or overflow.The very machine of the gurney can only hold enough electrical charge, the extra energy that flows through the needles are nodes that cannot let one charge in it stay still. It must go through and ride the sails and winds or else it will burn. This is n
