Chapter 49 - Well, Well, Well
"I-I… I need to save him!" She declared as if she had made up her mind.
Hmm, this is odd.
Given her behaviour so far, I was sure that she'd try to hide my corpse or bla my death on soone/sothing else.
In fact, I was hoping for her to go down that path as that would have given more artistic freedom to play with her.
This is sad, mory System play Langsam.
?No.?
And it is supposed to be my creation.
Anyway, now that I think about it, saying that her actions would have allowed to 'play' with her makes sound like an asshole.
However, in my defence, everything was just a series of coincidences. I seriously did not expect her to make those decisions.
??Or you could say it was fate.?? He interjected once again.
[Nope. I'm outside fate.]
Fate, the one thing that directs everything that everyone will go through, has no effect on .
And that's precisely what makes so dangerous yet so desirable, and why I eliminate everyone who cos to know of my existence.
Because try as they might, no one can escape their fate, not even the Ancient Gods.
Everything that happens is according to fate. If sothing tries to go against fate, then the very fundantal blocks of this Universe do everything in their power to make sure that person doesn't succeed.
??And your very existence unravels the fate of those around you. That's why everyone wants the First Being, because that would allow them to go against their fate.??
[Oh? So you know about it?]
Then why did he say that?
??That was just a taphor.?? He sighed. ??You see, dialogue is enriched by subtext. In the above case, my sentence was supposed to be an ironical one, but you decided to take it literally and ramble on about fate.??
[Thank you for that very much unneeded lesson in writing.]
He wants to teach a best-selling author about writing. Wao.
??Anyway, why don't we focus on our current predicant? What are you going to do???
[What can I do? I'm a dead-body, rember?]
Corpses aren't supposed to do anything, so let's just lie here and let her do her thing.
I want to see what this wanker is up to now.
She wants to save , but how exactly is she going to achieve that feat?
Hmm, now that I think about it, Azell went out of his way to bring her here. That ans she must be special in so way.
But what way? If we look at her determination to resurrect , it would be safe to assu that she has so sort of skill to achieve it.
What could it be? Can she straightaway bring back to life? Or maybe she can turn back ti. Or perhaps, she can exchange sothing precious, like half of her life, to extend mine.
Lecia kneeled beside . By the way, I concluded that by using my exceptional deductive skills, as well as my distorted vision and the sounds I was hearing.
Oh, and by the fact that one of her knees was touching my arm.
Then Lecia put her hands on my chest and took a deep breath.
Alright, show the ace up your sleeve, Lecia. How exactly are you going to revive ?
"Hup!" Lecia pushed my chest.
Then she let go, and then she pushed again.
…
What in the goddamn fuck are you doing, Lecia?
??Hahahahhahaahahha! Her special skill is CPR!??
Uhhhh, wut? CPR? Seriously? Is that it?
This is just wow, Lecia, this is just wow.
Wait, if it's CPR, then…
Sure enough, she tilted my head, lifted my chin, grabbed my mouth to open my airway, pinched my nose and pushed her lips against mine to create a seal.
Then she perford rescue breathing. Since she had perford every step perfectly, my chest rose.
Okay, so.
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
First of all, why is she so good at doing CPR? Was she professionally trained or what?
Like vro, this is a fantasy world, so use fantasy ans to save people. What's with performing CPR? We don't need that kind of realism here.
??What about the fact that you got your first kiss of this life by an edgy teenager who first killed you, then tried to resuscitate you???
[A codian, eh? Fuck off, I have no ti for your inane faggotry.]
Couldn't he see that I was deliberately trying to avoid thinking about that?
Oh my god, just end now.
Should I wake up and incite her into truly killing ? Because that sounds better than having to live with this.
Imagine if I woke up and said sothing like, 'Hey it was a prank. Wave to that cara over there.'
Assuming she doesn't kill right then and there, all future interactions with her are going to be so awkward.
Goddamnit.
I REALLY need to think before playing pranks. Though in my defence, I seriously didn't expect her to perform a fucking CPR on .
Like, who the fuck does that?
I guess people who don't want soone to die. Shit.
??So, what are you going to do??? He asked, his tone one of bemusent.
This fucker.
[I'll see this to the finish.]
Ti to abandon my epic prank, make this real, and co back to life, just like my homie Jesus did.
Lecia had shifted back to compressing my chest to pump blood to my brain.
The weirdness of this situation aside, her technique is just exquisite. She perford all the steps with supre precision and swiftness, as if she knew what she was doing.
I wouldn't be surprised if was professionally trained in the art of saving people.
Anyway, after her next rescue breathing step, I'll act as if I have co back to life.
As unfortunate as this is, I'll once again have to unite my lips with hers.
Wow.
"Co on, work!" She prayed(?) while doing chest compressions like an absolute champ.
Then, to my chagrin, she moved on to the next step. She provided artificial breathing to for a second ti.
This ti, I jerked my body and started coughing violently- wait, wrong one.
I kept my eyes half-open and wheezed for breath.
"Finally!" Lecia clapped in relief.
I took so more deep breaths and glared at her; it's important to act like I really had co back to life.
But before I could say anything, she placed her right hand on my chest.
"Don't worry, I'll fix you up right away." She said as her eyes glowed golden.
…Now what?
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