How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Chapter 134: One Up

In a ga, you die, you res, you go again. Whether you go all the way back to the beginning or respawn at a save point, its a huge advantage to know whats coming and to get several chances at beating it.

If real life were like that, we would probably have a very different view of death.

But consider if you were the character in the ga. Not so pixels, actually you, a living person. Every ti you died, you would co back, but youd have to experience death over and over again.

Would you beco used to it? Treat it as no big deal?

I had experienced death once. Not a near-death experience, an actual-death experience. It didnt matter to how advantageous it might be to get killed, I had no intention of experiencing that despair and desolation again.

The axe the boy had dropped lay at my feet. I bent down and picked it up.

Listen to , I said to the woman sitting on the floor, Im going to ask you so questions and I want you to answer them like Im a five-year-old. Like Ive just arrived in this world and have no clue how anything works. Okay?

She looked at tight-lipped, then at the axe in my hand, and nodded.

You two, I shifted my gaze from one boy to the other, Im guessing youre thinking of ways to kill us. You probably have a bunch of other weapons hidden around the place. Dont. If you try anything, I wont kill you, Ill chop off your hands and feet.

The older boy blanched and the younger one tried to squirm into his mothers armpit.

Colin!

I turned around to face Claire. You can shut it, too. You have no idea whats going on here, so save your judgents until after we get so answers.

Hes still a child, she said, her voice full of self-righteous indignation. Although I felt her position was sowhat undermined by the jacket oknives she was holding, recently confiscated by from the child.

How do you know? You heard what she said, they dont die. He could be fifty years old and just very short for his age.

She bit the inside of her cheek and didnt say anything. I didnt think he was really fifty, not unless he used a very high quality moisturiser, but my point was still valid. We didnt know the rules of this world or how things worked. Until we did, I intended to be a complete and utter bastard to these people.

Dudley, stand by the door and keep a watch for anyone approaching.

Dudley moved to the window by the door and peered out. The room we were in was a kitchen. There was a stone stove in one corner, so roughly made cabinets and a large wooden table with four chairs. The number of chairs raised so questions.

There were two doorways leading to other rooms. I poked my head in both. One had a large bed, the other had two smaller ones.

Whats your na? I asked the woman.

Terry.

Who else lives here with you three?

My husband.

And where is he?

Hes resting.

Did you kill him? I asked.

She shot a dark glare at . Yes. It was his birthday yesterday. Of course I killed him.

At first I thought she was being sarcastic, but she wasnt.

Hes in the basent. He wont rise until tomorrow at the earliest, so you dont need to worry about him.

There was no indication of how to get into the basent, but that could wait. I told Terry to get up and sit at the table.

She struggled to her feet, babe in arms, and sat down on a rickety-looking chair. Her older son took up position behind her, clutching his arm.

This place is called Nekrol, right?

She nodded.

And nobody stays dead? She nodded again. What does that an? If I killed you now, how long before you ca back to life?

A day, maybe two. It depends how severe the injuries are.

And the wounds just heal by themselves. Like magic.

She reared her head back like Id said sothing offensive. No, not like magic. It is natural. There are no dark arts involved.

What if I did chop off his feet? I said pointing to the boy in her arms. Would they grow back?

No, said Terry. She grimaced at the idea. They would have to be reattached.

What about his arm? said Jenny, pointing at the older boy. Will it fix itself.

Terry glanced over her shoulder. No. He will have to die to heal.

Not necessarily. I approached the boy.

He flinched away from , but I grabbed hold of his arm. He let out a yelp of pain.

Dont hurt him, cried out his mother.

Im not. Once I started healing his arm, the boy stopped struggling.

The pain left his eyes, to be replaced by wonder.

It it feels better!

Terrys face didnt express much in the way of gratitude. You are a sorcerer!

Thats right. And dont forget it. My hope was shed assu I possessed a bunch of powers that I didnt, and consider it useless to fight . An avoided fight was always a win in my book.

I released the boys arm and returned to the front of the table and sat down opposite her. How many tis have you died?

One hundred and nineteen. She said the number without having to think about it, and with a certain amount of pride.

Wow, I said. You must have pissed off a lot of people. I swivelled around. Claire, you better be extra careful.

What the fuck is that supposed to an? said Claire, completely ignoring my advice.

And dont just stand there, I said. Check the cupboards for food.

Are we going to rob them, too? asked Claire.

Yes, Claire. Thats exactly what were going to do. Feel free to starve if you want.

She clamped her mouth shut and turned around. She and Flossie began going through the cupboards and drawers over by the stove.

Ah found summit, exclaid Flossie. She pulled out a plate of at. It looked like a leg of lamb, already cooked.

No, not Uncle Stan! cried out Terry.

A chill ran through . And who was Uncle Stan?

Our goat. Its the last of our food.

It was a relief Uncle Stan wasnt a relative. I assud you didnt co back to life if youd been glazed and roasted. Heat it up, I told Flossie. I could do with a hot al.

Can I ask sothing? said Maurice. I moved aside to let him take over.

He produced a notebook and pencil from sowhere and sat down. The notebook was dry. How had he managed that when wed spent all that ti in the water? I began to suspect hes had a utility belt made. It was the sort of thing hed do. Why hadnt he got one? I could use sowhere to keep my spoons.

While I scoured the room for eating utensils I could steal, Maurice started interrogating Terry and taking notes.

If no one stays dead, wouldnt you have a population problem? You obviously have kids, so youre making new people but no one leaves. Where is everyone?

It was a good point. We hadnt encountered anyone else, or even seen signs of life. Unless Nekrol was huge, the place should have been cramd full of people.

After you die enough tis, if you are worthy, you ascend to beyond the wall.

What wall? said Maurice. What do you an ascend?

She rolled her eyes.

Rember, I said. Explain it like were five. Complete idiots.

This seed to make sense to her.

Every ti you die, your spirit grows. When you achieve fullness, you can pass the walls surrounding Dalada and approach the Palace of Laughter. There, the masters await to greet you. If they choose to join with you, you will ascend.

This Dalada, said Maurice, thats the na of the place were in now?

Terry nodded.

Hmm, said Maurice. And when you say join with, what do you an by that?

Join with, said Terry. We beco part of them, and they us. It is the natural way of things.

So, every ti you die, you co back stronger? said Jenny. That doesnt sound so bad.

I turned to her. You have no idea what youre saying. Dying isnt easy. Its fucking horrible. Its The mory of it made choke up.

I can understand why you dont want to talk about what happened, said Jenny. You obviously had a very bad experience youd rather not revisit, and I respect your decision.

Thank you, I said, relieved she wasnt going to push it. I appre

I respect it, but I dont agree. So I want you to tell , in detail, what it was like for you to die.

I dont think the word respect ans what you think it ans.

Jenny had her hand on my chest and a cool look in her eyes. What was it like to die, Colin?

Not fun. And try to rember that when half your face was turned into burnt pizza, I stood by you. I couldve dumped you and found myself a nice lizardwomanthat Noreen was starting to give the eyebut I didnt. So, a little appreciation, please. And a little less with the withering looks.

I removed her hand from my chest. She put it back there.

I got this face because I pushed you out of the way, so you owe , not the other way around. And the only reason Noreen was giving you the eye was because she was thinking of all the ways she could kill you. I spoke to her about it. She had so good ideas. Now, tell what happened when you died.

Jenny, I said softly, deciding to take a different tack, it was bad, thats all you need to know.

She turned around and took a knife from the jacket in Claires hand. Kill . She held the knife out to .

What? No?

Fine, Ill do it myself.

I grabbed her wrist which shed turned inwards and tried to take the knife with my other hand. The knife bobbed and weaved as we both struggled for control. I finally plucked it from her grasp. Dont be so stupid.

We cant die, she said. If you wont tell what you saw, Ill just have to see for myself.

No! I pointed at Terry. Shes died over a hundred tis and look at her! She looks terrible. Her face is all stretched, her skin is practically grey. And the glassy eyes Do you want to end up like that?

Terry burst into tears. Its not easy bringing up two kids, you know? she said between sobs. Maybe I dont take care of myself like I used to, but we all get older.

Claire and Flossie glared at and rushed over to console Terry, mother of monsters.

What are you two daft bints doing? Shes a fucking psychopath.

Shes not a psychopath, said Flossie. She just has a different outlook to us.

Different outlook? Are you fucking joking?

And and please dont use that kind of language in front of the children, said Terry.

Oh, sure. You raise them to murder people, but lets not teach them any swears, we wouldnt want them to turn into delinquents.

Im going to do it, said Jenny. She took another knife from the jacket which Claire had left on the table for anyone to help themselves. Death is different here. We cant die.

I took the second knife from her. They cant die, I said. We dont know if the sa thing applies to us.

But you ca back, she said.

No, I didnt. You heard what she said. You die, you heal, you co back to life. Thats not what happened to . She didnt say anything about travelling back in ti.

Ive been thinking about that, said Maurice, turning around in the chair and flicking back through his notes. Uncle Pete said sothing about how the spires displaced people. I think the weapon was aid at the vortex when it opened. Colin jumped first, he may have got hit by the weapon.

See? I said. I shielded you all. Saved you again. Back to the top of the leaderboard for . The least you ungrateful bastards could do is treat like your lord and saviour. Which is what I am.

Maurice ignored my outburst. When he died he got booranged back into his other body. It may be completely unrelated to what these people go through.

Even if we did co back to life like them, I said, trust , you dont want to die even once.

Why? implored Jenny, resorting to whining. Was it the pain? Did it hurt a lot?

No. I an, yes, it hurt a lot, but My body shook at the thought, but I forced the words out. She wouldnt let it lie otherwise, and the whining was more than I could handle (as she well knew). There was soone there. Waiting. Laughing. And not in a fun way. Okay? Happy now?

There was a sharp intake of breath from Terry. It isnt possible! Her eyes were wide and she glared at with her lips twisted in revulsion.

What isnt possible? I asked her.

You t the Jester. Your spirit is ready to ascend. It cannot be. How many tis have you died?

That was my first ti, thanks to junior. The kid in her arms was asleep, probably dreaming of ways to kill .

You can pass through the barrier, she said bitterly. You can et the masters. Sorcery, this is foul sorcery.

These masters, said Maurice, what do they look like?

Like angels, said Terry, a light in her eyes.

So, wings? Maurice asked her.

Yes.

And horns, and big teeth? A tail?

Yes. They are beautiful.

Theyre demons, I said to Maurice.

Yeah. Im just thinking, you rember what happened to Chengs mother?

Of course, his dad Oh.

Maurice scratched at his chin and looked over his notes. I thought at first Dalada was like a corruption of the ladder. You know, how place nas get corrupted over ti. Like Deptford was a deep ford. She talked about ascending so, it made sense.

But now you dont think so?

No. Dalada. The larder. I think these people are food. When they join with the masters

He left it hanging, but it was obvious what he was suggesting.

Is that true? I asked Terry. Do the masters eat you?

No! We join with them and attain bliss. It is the

The natural way. Yeah, right. Listen, Terry, I dont know how to tell you this, but youre a huge moron. Hu-uge. Everything youve been told is utter nonsense and youre a fool to have believed it.

How is that ant to help? asked Claire.

This is what she gets for teaching her kid to stab a stranger in the heart. Plus it makes feel better.

Thats not true, said Terry defiantly. No hint of doubt in her eyes. You are an unbeliever. There are others like you, trying to overthrow the masters, but they will not succeed and neither will you.

So, there was a resistance. That might co in useful.

I leaned down closer to Terry. The demons you think of angels are monsters who eat people. The eat you like roast goat. Yum, yum. And they make you think its your idea. You fucking idiot.

Im all for cultural diversity, but so cultures are just stupid.

Ah get it, said Flossie. People dont die here because they want their food to stay fresh, She sounded very pleased with herself. For a second. Ugh. Thats horrible.

And, said Dudley, there isnt an overpopulation problem because

Circle of life, I said. Hakuna ma-fuckin-tata.

Uncle Pete said Visitors provided more fuel for his weapon, said Maurice, maybe its the sa here. Colins ready to be on the nu because hes pri grade beef. We probably all are.

I like your theory, I said. It makes a lot of sense. With this information I think were in a much better position to deal with these demons. We may actually have a chance of survival in this place. I say our first move should be to go back to the beach, try to get in touch with Wyndam, and sail for the other side of the world.