Chapter 17 Three Simple Words
He closed his eyes, then opened them again, hoping that the runes would disappear.
'Please, be gone! Please!'
But the runes were still there, shining slightly, as though mocking him.
Flaw: [Clear Conscience].
Flaw Description: [You cannot lie.]
Sunny stared at these three simple words, feeling like there was a bottomless abyss opening right beneath his feet. The Spell, which was usually frivolous with its descriptions, decided to be straight and on point this ti. There were only three words. They left him no room to maneuver.
'Can't lie. I can't lie? ? How am I supposed to live if I can't lie?!'
Sunny's very survival was predicated on his ability to deceive and outsmart other people. Even the Spell itself congratulated him on his treachery! Without the ability to lie, he wouldn't be able to achieve anything.
Not to ntion…
His heart suddenly felt as though it was about to stop.
If he could only tell the truth, how was he supposed to hide his True Na? Wouldn't anyone be able to turn him into an obedient slave by simply asking a couple of innocent questions?
"Sh…"
Sunny was about to scream and curse, but at that mont, the Spell spoke again.
[Wake up, Lost from Light!]
The black void spun and disappeared.
***
Sunny opened his eyes.
The armored ceiling of the police station's vault hang above him. No one would call its aesthetics beautiful, but to him, it was the most majestic sight. Only now did he realize how much he had missed the real world.
It was safe and familiar. There were no monsters or slavers… well, at least officially. There was no constant fear of torturous death.
It was ho.
In addition, Sunny felt incredible. The cold that had crept deep into his bones during the Nightmare was gone, taking with it all the pain that his wounded body had been enduring day after day. His feet and wrists were not in agony, his back had forgotten the bite of the whip, and he could even breathe without feeling the sharp edges of his broken ribs cutting deeper and deeper into his lungs.
What a blessing!
The sudden disappearance of pain, coupled with the new vitality that perated his body, almost made Sunny cry.
'I really survived.'
He slowly looked down and then froze, breathless.
On a cheap plastic chair placed beside his reinforced dical bed sat the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She had short, raven-black hair and icy blue eyes. Her flawless skin was smooth, supple and as white as snow. Actually, this was Sunny's first ti eting soone as pale as he himself was. However, while Sunny's pallor looked strange and unhealthy, the beautiful stranger was nothing short of striking.
The woman seed to be in her late twenties. She was wearing a dark blue uniform with silver epaulets and black leather boots. The jacket of her uniform was casually unbuttoned, revealing a black tank top beneath.
Currently, she was stretching her arms above her head, clearly bored and sleepy. The gesture forced the thin fabric to tighten, provocatively accentuating her full breasts.
srized, Sunny almost missed the fact that there was a shoulder insignia on the woman's left sleeve. There were three stars on it.
'Three stars, huh,' he thought, distracted. 'Three stars ans an Ascended… huh… yeah. Wait. An Ascended?!'
But before Sunny could fully digest the aning of this word, he realized that the woman was staring at him, too.
"What are you looking at?" she said, not a gram of humor in her voice.
Sunny blinked a couple of tis, embarrassed, and quickly ca up with an excuse. Then he opened his mouth and answered:
"Your breasts."
A second later, his eye widened in absolute horror.
Because he wasn't planning to say those words at all! His mouth moved on its own!
A wave of terror suddenly drowned his mind.
The woman slowly smiled with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Then, without any warning, she moved her hand and slapped Sunny across the face.
Sunny whole body was turned around. If it wasn't for the restraints holding him in place, he would have probably flown off the bed. For a mont, he even saw stars.
But it could still be considered getting off lightly. An Ascended, the woman was an Ascended! She could have torn his head clean off with a flick of a finger. Why did he have to offend soone so powerful, of all people?!
anwhile, the woman cleared her throat and crossed her arms.
"Are you awake now?"
Sunny held his numb cheek and carefully nodded.
"Good. Let
give you a piece of advice: don't just say anything that cos to your mind. Especially to girls. It's not like you haven't seen a girl before, right?"
'Say "Thank you! I definitely will not!"' Sunny thought.
But instead, his mouth moved on its own, and he said:
"I've seen plenty... but no one as beautiful as you."
Then he flinched back, his face as red as a lobster.
The woman stared at him for a few seconds and then burst into laughter.
"I see you haven't t a lot of Awakened then. By Awakened standards, I'm below average."
Sunny glanced at her with doubt.
The woman shook her head.
"As your soul core develops, the body gets rid of all its imperfections. So it's hard to find an unattractive Awakened, especially among the stronger ones. Live long enough, and you might just beco a flower boy yourself."
Then she gave him a thorough look and added:
"Well… maybe. In any case, since you're awake — welco back to the land of the living. Congratulations on surviving your First Nightmare, Sleeper Sunless."
***
Sleeper Sunless.
That was how people would address him now, at least in the short span of days until the winter solstice — after that, he would either return from the Dream Realm as an Awakened or not return at all.
It felt strange to have a title put before his na. In the past, Sunny was rarely even addressed by na. People mostly called him things like "boy
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