"Didn't expect that there would be a ti where Viking sailors beca buddhists." A sneer was plastered on my face. "Thankfully, I still have access to the internet, and there isn't much ti dilation with the outside.
"This is an isolated realm made specially for the victim of the Drowned Revenant."
Their words sent a chill deep into my bones, not because of their malice, but because of the despair that clung to every syllable.
These weren't warriors; they were prisoners, trapped in an endless cycle of tornt, bound to this ship for eternity. And now, they sought to drag into their cursed existence.
As if they want to suffer the sa fate.
The air grew thick with their stench, and their crazy murmurs filled my ears.
I swung my Stormhooks in wide arcs, trying to keep them at bay, but there were too many. Their pale, lifeless hands grasped at , pulling closer, desperate to make one of them.
I could feel my energy waning, my body slowing. The relentless onslaught was much more devilish than I expected.
I slowly saw my Sanity dwindling, but thanks to my last experience, I could calm down my mind and not overexert myself.
My mind specialized in controlled tunnel vision. Instead of accepting the existence of their dreadful chants and appearance, I filled most of my mind with the escalating pain that was resulting from the acceleration of my Valtherion's Blood adaptation.
The pain was a blessing in disguise. Then again, I started to get a little bit horrified that pain was not one of the things that could decrease my Sanity.
"Hahaha… I can do this all day…"
And then, the deck beneath shook.
From the shadows of the ship's bow erged a figure unlike the others. His presence was suffocating, his aura commanding attention. He wore a long, weathered coat that fluttered in the unnatural wind, adorned with barnacles and seaweed.
His face, however, was anything but human—nurous spirals of voids that were crowned by tentacles writhed where his complexion should be, and his multiple red-void eyes glead with a malice that burned colder than any abyss.
His gaze locked onto with an intensity that made the shambling crew seem like re distractions.
"All paths lead here, to my ship, to my wrath. Every breath you take is a debt owed to ," His voice was a guttural snarl, deep and laden with fury. "Every soul has its price, but yours... yours will be kept in the deepest vault, where no light dares to wander."
His tentacles twitched as he stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that glowed with an otherworldly light. His voids, cold and calculating, flicked over , sizing up with stares, but there was sothing else—a hunger, an obsession that made my skin crawl.
"You're mine now," he rasped, "Just a pitiful barnacle for to harvest"
With a flick of his wrist, the ship itself seed to co alive, groaning and creaking as if it, too, was under his control. The crew halted for a mont, eyes flicking to their captain before returning to , their assault renewing with even more ferocity.
I gritted my teeth, readying myself for whatever hell awaited next.
"Kalpante kalpanāmayah..."
One of the many rusted axes swung toward in a much more desperate arc than the other, its edge glinting with the moonlight filtered through a sickly haze.
I twisted my body just enough to feel the wind from the blade as it passed an inch from my neck, and then retaliated with a swift strike. My Stormhook severed the sailor's arm with a wet snap. The limb fell, and with it, the ax clattered to the rotting deck.
Yet, the sailor didn't even flinch. He continued to advance, his hollow eyes glowing with an insatiable hunger for violence, muttering in an ancient, forgotten tongue—each word like a jagged shard in my mind.
I felt the familiar rush of fury igniting within . They might be undead, bound to so eternal curse, but I was no stranger to endurance. This... this was a battlefield I knew all too well.
Enduring curses for years, feeling terribly isolated just because you were born different inside.
And having a devilish urge that needed to be sated in order to be alive…
Right, I was cursed once for many years and suffered sothing that no one would be able to relate to.
I was cursed to beco anxious, conflicted, depressed, and forced to do sothing that I find heinous.
"But this ti is different…"
That curse was finally dispelled! One wouldn't be able to fathom the amount of hope and light that I grasped because of that one aspect befallen to .
And I'm not planning to waste this blessing this early.
With each step, the deck beneath groaned as if it were alive, a ghostly echo of its own past. I could feel the weight of their deaths pressing down on —their agony, their rage—all swirling together in this mont of ceaseless horror.
But I advanced with firm determination, thundering my hands and utilizing my senses to orchestrate this body of mine, turning it into a war machine.
A hopeful and unyielding war machine, one that wouldn't falter in the storm, no matter how thick the hail that ca with it.
"Hahaha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
My movents beca faster, more precise, as I sliced through the spectral crew with calculated strikes. Still, more rose to take their place.
"Persistent bastards!" I playfully spat through my clenched teeth, my muscles tensing as I spun around, and around, and around, sending nurous sailors crashing to the floor in a heap of bones and flesh.
The cursed ship seed to breathe with them, as though the souls of the damned were tethered to every plank, every nail. The whole structure groaned under the weight of centuries of despair.
But I wasn't going to stop.
I wouldn't stop.
Their despair was not mine to begin with. They could eat shit!
Each ti one of the undead surged at , I t them with an equally unyielding force.
Tendrils started to spawn, and swirling portals that shoot out deadly torrents started to riddle the ship without damaging the deck—all by the command of the captain of the ship, who felt nothing but anger and desperate hatred.
But I danced—I listened to their tunes, and adapted to their instrunts. A manic, uncaring expression possessed my face, and I couldn't help but laugh at how easy it was to endure the madness of this world.
All I needed was to clear my head of all the horror at bay.
Because I have found the solution to my struggle to maintain my Sanity.
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