Once upon a ti, in a world not so far from dreams, there was a young heroine nad N.
She was clever, brave, and had a heart full of light, even though the land she found herself in was draped in shadows…
The sky above was always cloudy, the waters dark and deep, and whispers of forgotten creatures lingered in the air.
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One day, while journeying through the endless mists, N found herself near a great, sunken shipwreck.
The sea nearby was eerily still, and the wind carried with it the faint sound of a lonely, echoing lody.
It was then that she t a creature known as the Drowned Revenant.
It was a towering, fearso thing—an old sailor cursed to wander forever, lost to ti.
Its eyes glowed with sadness, but its hands were heavy with anger.
But N wasn't afraid. She stood tall, with her head high, and spoke softly to the Revenant.
"Oh, lost one," she said, "Why do you seek to harm others? Do you not long for peace, for rest?"
But the Revenant, who had forgotten the sound of kind words, only roared in sorrow.
The ground trembled, and the seas swelled around them. N knew there would be no simple answer today. So, with a gentle sigh, she took up her sword—not of steel, but of light, forged from her courage and resolve.
The battle began with a crash like thunder.
The Revenant lashed out with waves of water and wind, trying to pull N down into the dark depths where it lived.
But N was quick. She danced like the wind, leaping over the crashing waves, dodging the sweeping strikes of the Revenant's ghostly hands. Her sword of light glimred like the first star of night, always just out of the creature's reach.
However, the Revenant was strong, and it was sadder than anyone could know.
It began to wrap the world in a heavy mist, where even N's bright sword struggled to shine. The creature's voice echoed like the cry of a thousand lost souls, and it called out to N, trying to make her lose her way.
For a mont, N felt the weight of the mist press down on her heart. The sadness of the Revenant seed so great, it nearly pulled her down.
But then, she rembered sothing important: there was always light, even in the darkest places. She closed her eyes, and in that quiet mont, she found a spark within her—a tiny fla of hope. And that was enough.
With renewed strength, N spoke once more, not with her sword, but with her heart. "I know you are hurting, but you do not have to face this darkness alone."
Her words, though soft, echoed through the mist, reaching the Revenant's forgotten heart.
The creature paused, its form wavering like a reflection in troubled water. N's light began to grow again, brighter and brighter, until it filled the whole space. The mist cleared, and for the first ti, the Drowned Revenant's sorrow lifted, if only for a mont.
N did not need to defeat the Revenant with strength or power. Instead, she offered it sothing far greater: understanding.
With that, the Revenant began to fade, not in pain, but in peace. It drifted back to the deep waters from which it ca, no longer a creature of wrath, but a soul finally finding rest.
And so, N stood alone by the shore, the waters calm and quiet once more. She smiled, knowing that she had not just won a battle, but had helped heal a heart.
And from that day forward, whenever N would pass by the great shipwreck, she would hear the soft hum of the sea, not in sadness, but in peace, as if the Revenant's spirit had found its place among the stars.
And they all lived as happily as one could in the world of shadows.
The end—
"Aaaaaa…. aaaa…."
—for one of the millions of 'Simulated Worlds' that was created by the real Drowned Revenant, where he cursed Narcissus to experience all of the different scenarios and background for their clash and encounter.
And for every ti N died in one of those simulations, the real Narcissus would receive all of the pain and stimulation that the failed Ns suffered before their horrifying death.
And Narcissus, being I, had no idea when this phenonon started and what was the cause."
"Ahahah… Isn't this Qliphoth Object a little bit too overpowered…?" I said while trying my best, despite all that happened, swinging my Stormhook to any foe that was approaching .
This whole thing just happened amidst my manic stupor of pain-filled ecstasy and undead murdering. Seeing that physical pain won't be able to drag into despair, the Revenant decided to attack my spirit and psyche directly.
I even lost one of my Stormhooks when the fake mories and pain of one of the dead Ns in multiple fake worlds managed to stagger because of its sheer absurdity.
Right now, the Revenant stood idly around the gale-full sea of black oil like he had no business being here. I probably need to interrupt him to stop all of these madness-inducing barrages of dead Ns' results, which was much more annoying than the constant notification I got during the day.
"Tch… I just… can't… get… close!"
The hordes of sailors, undulating sea waves, tentacles, and so funky unknown phenonon were really trying their utmost best to keep in distance from their master.
The arcane spell that Kuzunoha cast on my feet wasn't really in the best state as of now, so I was really having a hard ti keeping my waist above the surface. Maneuvering anywhere in this state was ten tis more effort-inducing than swimming in a river of mud.
"Shit, my Sanity is getting drained…!"
The phenonon of being synchronized to millions of possible dead Ns was enough to reduce my Sanity like crazy, and now it was currently sitting at 12%.
All of that while I was performing so extre level of ntal gymnastics, and applying pain-worshiping—trying my best from ever going on a ltdown in my current situation.
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