"Those words of yours inviting trouble... " The General threatened, showing annoyance towards Remira who stood in her way.
He had seen her act, he had seen how strong she was which is why he knew that neither he nor his n stood a chance. As for the eel in his hand? That was sothing that only worked on Farhad due to certain ntal problems he suffers from, for the rest, dealing with it is pretty simple, more so for Remira who can just burn off the sli directly.
This was going to be troubleso, but there was no way General Lawar would let this go on, he had shown enough constraint and understanding toward Remira and Farhad, any more than this is just taking advantage of the goodwill he showed to her.
But before he could shout off and e escalate the situation. Remira spoke. "The cave he went into is not normal... they are one of the forbidden zones areas, the caves of wondernt... entering it in ignorance is the sa as jumping into your own death." There was a need for explanation, these ignorant n who were here just to do their job were far different from the Priestess that ca before.
And her explanation seed to work, they had seen the signs, those odd moving giants in the area, as well as heightened patrol in further areas by the dwarfs, if not for their strength and capability of flight, things would have gone far worse for them. However, they had confidence in escaping if push ca to shove due to the specific kind of talent they had cultivated. Unlike other soldiers who were good at fighting, these were specifically trained for infiltration missions behind enemy lines.
"Forbidden area?" And hearing Remira’s words, at first the General didn’t believe it one bit, the cave appeared normal from the surface, and he had seen Farhad enter deeper without an issue into it and not disappear like it was said in the legends. But the mont he heard those words, he had to reconsider his options and then ask. "A Radiant Knight never lies... so I will believe you, which is why I ask... what is going on here and why did you allow him to enter that place?" The answer was needed for this, only then could he make any subsequent moves.
But Remira shook her head. "There are things better left unsaid... the Cynark is currently busy dealing with that demon, they shouldn’t waste their ti dealing with the one inside." She spoke, looking toward the door. Even if it was a true body, Jester was still inside it.
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And yes, I was inside, though barely surviving at this mont.
’Feeble as I am, so movent is still possible.’ the insides, I can feel the drain on my body. The little trick I pulled before was not sothing that could be done without paying a price, more so for a useless clone like with limited days left.
The months I was ant to live had suddenly shortened, I can feel it, my end will co in a few days at most.
’But it’s necessary.’ A feeble soul without protection or a vessel to move in. This was my current state. The only reason I survive now is that there is no sun and I find myself into what seed like a graveyard. Which had been filled with chilling dark forces showing that the priest of this place was not doing his job properly.
This can cause the spirits to rise from the grave, just like .
Not far from , I can see a corpse with its hand barely sticking out of the soil. That hand, there was still a hint of warmth on it, the cells in its body still seed active, aning necrosis hadn’t set in as of yet, which would also an that the person inside was buried alive.
’Even if It’s for a few days, let borrow you.’ I said inching towards it and then taking over its body.
The mont I did that, I found so sounds around . Sounds so muffled that they were harder to make sense of, but they were there. "Curious... there are others here?" The mory of how this place looked from the outside is still ingrained in my head. But when I thought deeper, there was barely any life I had felt at that mont.
’No, this corpse... why is there a corpse?’ Gone were to wonderful everglades and castles I witnessed from the outside, now I was in a state of live burial and people were talking.
"It’s moving." One of them spoke, appearing scared.
"Of course, it’s moving, we buried him alive numbnuts." The accent and tone of these people sounded a bit archaic, but being a history buff who had learned countless languages in my pursuit of even more knowledge. I can sowhat understand these people, along with the fact that they were well aware of what they had done. Though before I could think further, one of them slamd the shovel on my exposed hand, breaking it. "Get in and gestate... be fuel to my future." Spoke to my potential killer. But instead of feeling any anger over this state, I found this situation amusing. ’Gestate?’ I wondered for a while before finally noticing an odd detail. ’An insect?’
I found a small larva stuffed into my stomach—a larvae that carried a curse with it. ’A Gu thod?’ There were various ways to cultivate curses, with the Gu thod being considered the safest, as there was a proxy when using dangerous curses.
The issue with this was that the true body would not grow. They would remain mortal until the end as the one to grow is not the body but the Gu, making those who used this thod far weaker than ones who directly housed the curse into their body.
Not to ntion, only specific kinds of curses can be used in tandem with the Gu, as powerful curses generally have a habit of killing the insects they are housed in pretty fast.
’This curse, it’s of pain?’ One of the common curses, nothing complicated nor was it that hard to cultivate if one could suffer through the pain themselves. As for growing it, it was even easier, all you need to do is let torture yourself and grow this pain along with you. ’These cowards.’ With my hand broken and the little oxygen in my lungs dying down, I knew what I had to do.
With a small will from , the insect in my stomach died and then released the curse to wreak havoc in my body.
But before it could succeed, I took hold of its reigns, ignoring the pain and then let so of it leak out of my broken hand on the outside.
"What is going on?" One of the n wondered, before suddenly crying in intense pain as he fell to the ground. "Master... what happened."
"You bastard...aaaa... He tried to cry out, but nothing happened, nor will anything happen as I pushed my broken hand out, before expanding the hole and walking out of it fully. Much to the horror of this young brat and his servant.
Though my face also turned a bit embarrassed. "What?" because around , there were not only these two. But there were as many as ten people, all holding sticks. "This bastard dares to get out."
"You two, go and break his legs this ti before throwing him into the grave... As for the rest, help Young master up."
Odd things were happening around ... I was sure there were none besides these two, but the mont I retaliated and got out, a bunch of these n suddenly materialized.
Odd ain’t it?
Well, whatever the case was, I can learn so answers when I deal with these n. Starting with the two who ca to first. "Brat, you could have such an easy death... why struggle? Now we have to beat you up." They spoke, appearing annoyed by this situation. But more than their annoyance, I was piqued. ’These are real humans, this is a real body, there are souls, a dream world of its own... there are buildings even, small kids playing around in the distance, ignorant of the misery taking place here.’
’This place feels like a dream, but it’s too real as well as false.’
Dealing with these n originally would have been harder, I was powerless with only a body of a youth. But things change once I have a curse in my hand. "I apologize, but I have little ti left," I spoke to these two n before thinking of all the pain I had caused in this world, and then using the pain from the broken hand as a catalyst, I threw the dripping blood from my hand to these n’s face.
Who appeared disgusted and angered over the situation, before their expressions changed. "I call this ant torture... so enjoy." The best way to cultivate a curse is sacrifice, and there were loads of materials for sacrifice in this small town I find myself in.
And there is no need to worry about morals here, for none of this is real.
’This is truly the heaven made for .’
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