Chapter 99: Uncovering Past; Identity Theft is Not a Joke (3)
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Chapter 99: Uncovering Past; Identity Theft is Not a Joke (3)Chapter 99: Uncovering Past; Identity Theft is Not a Joke (3)
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"Ugh..." Nik groaned as he sat up while rubbing his head. Even before taking note of his surroundings, his attention was pulled towards the source of pain. Wincing the moment he moved, Nik gazed in the direction of his left leg. The leg of his pants was punctured alongside his kneecap with a gaping wound gushing blood. Weakness hit Nik again as he gritted his teeth and took out a vat of cheap wine.
Waterbending courses barely included more practical sessions on wound cleaning but this was knowledge gained a bit from his previous life and the casual chat upon the experiences of the war-hardened waterbenders. Still, none actually dealt with a punctured knee.
Quickly biting down on a rolled-up fabric as a gag, Nik readied himself and tilted the vat over his wound. The first drop of alcohol instantly made his eyes red with pain as Nik soon poured alcohol around his wound.
Although his body shuddered, he could only grit and focus on himself. There was no sign of any enemy nearby and if there was someone viewing him from a distance, Nik didn't want to spook that individual by disappearing out of thin air. This ability can be used to surprise others well enough.
"Haah... Fuck!" Cursing, Nik slowly regained his bearings but the work wasn't done. Someone bust his knee with a clear intent of making him suffer. Just the accumulated blood loss would soon turn fatal.
'I hope this works...' Focusing as cold sweat began to form over his brows, Nik focused on the blood flowing from the wound on his leg and tried to stop the blood from flowing out. He was no major in biology and he didn't know what's the worst thing that could happen by stopping the flow of blood around the wound but his leg wasn't torn apart itself. He still had a full leg... but Nik was still crippled out of nowhere.
As the blood stopped, Nik sighed in relief but realized that he needed to actively focus on this section and continue to bend blood. Nik wasn't Bloodbending. The essence of bloodbending lay in Bending the blood flowing in someone else's body, i.e., pushing one's control over a stranger. What Nik did right now was plain waterbending just that the fluid wasn't water but blood instead.
There were two options, either freeze the blood around the wound or just keep on focusing the mind around the knee to bend the blood. Of course, Nik didn't need to be an expert in knowing that freezing a wound is never a good option.
'Now... where the hell am I?' Although the pain was nerve-wracking, much worse than the time when Zhao 'sticked' him in the dungeon, Nik couldn't afford to scream. Back then, screaming was just a way to get his body pumping with excitement to counter against the pain but right now he knew nothing about the situation. Sweat oozed from his body as Nik observed his surroundings.
He was in a dark cave. The only source of light came from gaps in the rocky ceiling of the cave that let light trickle down but even then it wasn't too bright. Nik found himself set near the wall of the cave, allowing him to sit up straight while feeling shooting pain from his leg as his face turned pale.
Whoever set him here obviously knew the kind of injury it inflicted. New novel chapters are published on
There wasn't any sign of Sokka either.
'Am I underground?' Nik thought but then realized how could he be underground with a layer of glacial ice covering the region if light can pass through the gaps of the cave? He was stranded pretty deep in, too, from the looks of it as Nik couldn't see or 'hear' the exit.
Just as he was planning to simply devour his surroundings, he heard a weak moan.
"... Nik?"
Looking around, Nik failed to discern the source of the voice which was strange in itself but the voice belonged to Sokka, that he was sure of.
"Sokka? Where are you? I said to fucking let go, didn't I?!" Nik was in no mood to act gently in any form or manner. Not without a punctured knee. As he called, he also pulled out a piece of clothing to cover the wound and one an earthen staff that he held from the first prison the group broke into.
"I'm... hurt... Nik..." Sokka's weak groan echoed again as Nik heard something moving. It felt eery the way it moved. Like an insect with sharp and multiple legs crawling all around the cave. Like a spider, or a centipede.
"Stop talking. Where did you get hurt? Did it get your knee, too?" Nik inquired with a frown while being cautious of his surroundings.
"I'm hurt..." Sokka whispered again, his voice turning softer as if he was moving further away from Nik when he suddenly heard the 'creature' move at an unbelievably quick pace.
"BY YOU!!"
Sokka's malevolent face suddenly appeared in front of Nik with his eyes wide open with menace and his teeth bare in a savage scream that shook Nik.
Nik's eyes widened as he leaned backward, losing control over the blood around his wound as it gushed again while his breathing turned rushed and shallow.
However, the limitations of this boon were quite vague and this worried Nik. Infinity provides concise information. At least, it did so until now and the information related to who can be brought into the Personal Space, can living beings be smuggled into other worlds using this space, and is it possible for outside threat to break into its defenses were not clear at all. It was as if the Infinity refused to give out the knowledge.
This made Nik feel that this information is either provided at a higher rank or things are just as what they feel now— bleak.
Anyway, the rules of personal space were not of Nik's concern at the moment. He had bigger insects to fry...
'Should I try this?'
Nik used one hand to support himself with the staff, his other hand meanwhile had its palm spread open. Nik felt it. His stomach turned warmer than usual as he felt heat channeling into his arm under his control.
*Puchi*
"Hgh," Nik bit his lips. Focusing on something else, especially as intense as bending made him lose focus over the blood around his knee once again. Although he had done something similar to a dressing to the wound, the blood refused to stop from flowing. The addition of clothing did impede its pace but Nik would rather not want to experience blood loss at all.
'So... bending should be a last-ditch effort. Mokshi or whatever spiritual disease you are... fuck you!' Nik scowled. He almost felt out of options.
Unknown location.
Unknown enemy.
Unknown circumstances.
Unknown skills.
He had no way of finding where he was.
He had no way of interacting with the creature without risking his other knee.
He had no way to find out what the creature can do.
He had no way to assess the situation...
'No, I actually do...'
Nik suddenly made a connection.
After the first instance with fog of lost souls, he had gone through multiple interactions of sorts with the being within him. Mostly, it's the battle of two colors. Orderly blue and chaotic red. Out of them emerges purple and this is probably related to the shift in the pigment of his irises. However, all these interactions have a side-effect of an increase in his energy status.
The most recent session revealed that the being within him was sentient and wise enough to leave a message in a past instance by forming a message using mist and then allowing Nik to see things from their view. So, this also meant that a temporary cooperation can be formed if he just...
'Stop blaming and start acting.'
Understanding this, Nik slowly sat down on a nearby chair which he had swiped away god knows when. In fact, aside from the giant Fire Nation Cruiser chilling in front of him that also held many metal weapons within, Nik had an unusual mess of furniture, clothing, and a small portion of precious stones and jewelry stolen from Ukano.
Keeping his left leg straight even if diagonal, Nik closed his eyes and calmed down his breathing. This was a grave situation in every sense and if understanding why the creature was after him may help him then Nik would find this effort in contacting 'Mokshi' inside of him a worthwhile one.
According to Hama, meditation came as simple as a thought. Just focus on the thing you want to achieve. Of course, meditating is different from working and achieving one's objective but in this rare instance, both aspects seemed to align.
Staying next to Aang after contacting Mokshi seemed to have some positive effects on him but the rather drastic attacks truly placed things into perspective. As Nik continued to recall various instances and the same clash of colors, he fell into a strange trance.
***
A/N: Mokshi comes from the word Moksha which means freedom or liberation (more latter than the former) with 'i' and 'a' silent in both iterations.
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Chapter 99: Uncovering Past; Identity Theft is Not a Joke (3)Chapter 99: Uncovering Past; Identity Theft is Not a Joke (3)
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***
"Ugh..." Nik groaned as he sat up while rubbing his head. Even before taking note of his surroundings, his attention was pulled towards the source of pain. Wincing the moment he moved, Nik gazed in the direction of his left leg. The leg of his pants was punctured alongside his kneecap with a gaping wound gushing blood. Weakness hit Nik again as he gritted his teeth and took out a vat of cheap wine.
Waterbending courses barely included more practical sessions on wound cleaning but this was knowledge gained a bit from his previous life and the casual chat upon the experiences of the war-hardened waterbenders. Still, none actually dealt with a punctured knee.
Quickly biting down on a rolled-up fabric as a gag, Nik readied himself and tilted the vat over his wound. The first drop of alcohol instantly made his eyes red with pain as Nik soon poured alcohol around his wound.
Although his body shuddered, he could only grit and focus on himself. There was no sign of any enemy nearby and if there was someone viewing him from a distance, Nik didn't want to spook that individual by disappearing out of thin air. This ability can be used to surprise others well enough.
"Haah... Fuck!" Cursing, Nik slowly regained his bearings but the work wasn't done. Someone bust his knee with a clear intent of making him suffer. Just the accumulated blood loss would soon turn fatal.
'I hope this works...' Focusing as cold sweat began to form over his brows, Nik focused on the blood flowing from the wound on his leg and tried to stop the blood from flowing out. He was no major in biology and he didn't know what's the worst thing that could happen by stopping the flow of blood around the wound but his leg wasn't torn apart itself. He still had a full leg... but Nik was still crippled out of nowhere.
As the blood stopped, Nik sighed in relief but realized that he needed to actively focus on this section and continue to bend blood. Nik wasn't Bloodbending. The essence of bloodbending lay in Bending the blood flowing in someone else's body, i.e., pushing one's control over a stranger. What Nik did right now was plain waterbending just that the fluid wasn't water but blood instead.
There were two options, either freeze the blood around the wound or just keep on focusing the mind around the knee to bend the blood. Of course, Nik didn't need to be an expert in knowing that freezing a wound is never a good option.
'Now... where the hell am I?' Although the pain was nerve-wracking, much worse than the time when Zhao 'sticked' him in the dungeon, Nik couldn't afford to scream. Back then, screaming was just a way to get his body pumping with excitement to counter against the pain but right now he knew nothing about the situation. Sweat oozed from his body as Nik observed his surroundings.
He was in a dark cave. The only source of light came from gaps in the rocky ceiling of the cave that let light trickle down but even then it wasn't too bright. Nik found himself set near the wall of the cave, allowing him to sit up straight while feeling shooting pain from his leg as his face turned pale.
Whoever set him here obviously knew the kind of injury it inflicted. New novel chapters are published on
There wasn't any sign of Sokka either.
'Am I underground?' Nik thought but then realized how could he be underground with a layer of glacial ice covering the region if light can pass through the gaps of the cave? He was stranded pretty deep in, too, from the looks of it as Nik couldn't see or 'hear' the exit.
Just as he was planning to simply devour his surroundings, he heard a weak moan.
"... Nik?"
Looking around, Nik failed to discern the source of the voice which was strange in itself but the voice belonged to Sokka, that he was sure of.
"Sokka? Where are you? I said to fucking let go, didn't I?!" Nik was in no mood to act gently in any form or manner. Not without a punctured knee. As he called, he also pulled out a piece of clothing to cover the wound and one an earthen staff that he held from the first prison the group broke into.
"I'm... hurt... Nik..." Sokka's weak groan echoed again as Nik heard something moving. It felt eery the way it moved. Like an insect with sharp and multiple legs crawling all around the cave. Like a spider, or a centipede.
"Stop talking. Where did you get hurt? Did it get your knee, too?" Nik inquired with a frown while being cautious of his surroundings.
"I'm hurt..." Sokka whispered again, his voice turning softer as if he was moving further away from Nik when he suddenly heard the 'creature' move at an unbelievably quick pace.
"BY YOU!!"
Sokka's malevolent face suddenly appeared in front of Nik with his eyes wide open with menace and his teeth bare in a savage scream that shook Nik.
Nik's eyes widened as he leaned backward, losing control over the blood around his wound as it gushed again while his breathing turned rushed and shallow.
However, the limitations of this boon were quite vague and this worried Nik. Infinity provides concise information. At least, it did so until now and the information related to who can be brought into the Personal Space, can living beings be smuggled into other worlds using this space, and is it possible for outside threat to break into its defenses were not clear at all. It was as if the Infinity refused to give out the knowledge.
This made Nik feel that this information is either provided at a higher rank or things are just as what they feel now— bleak.
Anyway, the rules of personal space were not of Nik's concern at the moment. He had bigger insects to fry...
'Should I try this?'
Nik used one hand to support himself with the staff, his other hand meanwhile had its palm spread open. Nik felt it. His stomach turned warmer than usual as he felt heat channeling into his arm under his control.
*Puchi*
"Hgh," Nik bit his lips. Focusing on something else, especially as intense as bending made him lose focus over the blood around his knee once again. Although he had done something similar to a dressing to the wound, the blood refused to stop from flowing. The addition of clothing did impede its pace but Nik would rather not want to experience blood loss at all.
'So... bending should be a last-ditch effort. Mokshi or whatever spiritual disease you are... fuck you!' Nik scowled. He almost felt out of options.
Unknown location.
Unknown enemy.
Unknown circumstances.
Unknown skills.
He had no way of finding where he was.
He had no way of interacting with the creature without risking his other knee.
He had no way to find out what the creature can do.
He had no way to assess the situation...
'No, I actually do...'
Nik suddenly made a connection.
After the first instance with fog of lost souls, he had gone through multiple interactions of sorts with the being within him. Mostly, it's the battle of two colors. Orderly blue and chaotic red. Out of them emerges purple and this is probably related to the shift in the pigment of his irises. However, all these interactions have a side-effect of an increase in his energy status.
The most recent session revealed that the being within him was sentient and wise enough to leave a message in a past instance by forming a message using mist and then allowing Nik to see things from their view. So, this also meant that a temporary cooperation can be formed if he just...
'Stop blaming and start acting.'
Understanding this, Nik slowly sat down on a nearby chair which he had swiped away god knows when. In fact, aside from the giant Fire Nation Cruiser chilling in front of him that also held many metal weapons within, Nik had an unusual mess of furniture, clothing, and a small portion of precious stones and jewelry stolen from Ukano.
Keeping his left leg straight even if diagonal, Nik closed his eyes and calmed down his breathing. This was a grave situation in every sense and if understanding why the creature was after him may help him then Nik would find this effort in contacting 'Mokshi' inside of him a worthwhile one.
According to Hama, meditation came as simple as a thought. Just focus on the thing you want to achieve. Of course, meditating is different from working and achieving one's objective but in this rare instance, both aspects seemed to align.
Staying next to Aang after contacting Mokshi seemed to have some positive effects on him but the rather drastic attacks truly placed things into perspective. As Nik continued to recall various instances and the same clash of colors, he fell into a strange trance.
***
A/N: Mokshi comes from the word Moksha which means freedom or liberation (more latter than the former) with 'i' and 'a' silent in both iterations.
Chapter 99: Uncovering Past; Identity Theft is Not a Joke 3Chapter 99: Uncovering Past; Identity Theft is Not a Joke 3 Support this fanfic and read 20 advance chapters here Patre /Fanharem You can also support the fanfic by donating powerstones~ *** "Ugh..." Nik groaned as he sat up while rubbing his head. Even before taking note of his surroundings, his attention was pulled towards the source of pain. Wincing the moment he moved, Nik gazed in the direction of his left leg. The leg of his pants was punctured alongside his kneecap with a gaping wound gushing blood. Weakness hit Nik again as he gritted his teeth and took out a vat of cheap wine. Waterbending courses barely included more practical sessions on wound cleaning but this was knowledge gained a bit from his previous life and the casual chat upon the experiences of the war-hardened waterbenders. Still, none actually dealt with a punctured knee. Quickly biting down on a rolled-up fabric as a gag, Nik readied himself and tilted the vat over his wound. The first drop of alcohol instantly made his eyes red with pain as Nik soon poured alcohol around his wound. Although his body shuddered, he could only grit and focus on himself. There was no sign of any enemy nearby and if there was someone viewing him from a distance, Nik didn't want to spook that individual by disappearing out of thin air. This ability can be used to surprise others well enough. "Haah... Fuck!" Cursing, Nik slowly regained his bearings but the work wasn't done. Someone bust his knee with a clear intent of making him suffer. Just the accumulated blood loss would soon turn fatal. 'I hope this works...' Focusing as cold sweat began to form over his brows, Nik focused on the blood flowing from the wound on his leg and tried to stop the blood from flowing out. He was no major in biology and he didn't know what's the worst thing that could happen by stopping the flow of blood around the wound but his leg wasn't torn apart itself. He still had a full leg... but Nik was still crippled out of nowhere. As the blood stopped, Nik sighed in relief but realized that he needed to actively focus on this section and continue to bend blood. Nik wasn't Bloodbending. The essence of bloodbending lay in Bending the blood flowing in someone else's body, i.e., pushing one's control over a stranger. What Nik did right now was plain waterbending just that the fluid wasn't water but blood instead. There were two options, either freeze the blood around the wound or just keep on focusing the mind around the knee to bend the blood. Of course, Nik didn't need to be an expert in knowing that freezing a wound is never a good option. 'Now... where the hell am I?' Although the pain was nerve-wracking, much worse than the time when Zhao 'sticked' him in the dungeon, Nik couldn't afford to scream. Back then, screaming was just a way to get his body pumping with excitement to counter against the pain but right now he knew nothing about the situation. Sweat oozed from his body as Nik observed his surroundings. He was in a dark cave. The only source of light came from gaps in the rocky ceiling of the cave that let light trickle down but even then it wasn't too bright. Nik found himself set near the wall of the cave, allowing him to sit up straight while feeling shooting pain from his leg as his face turned pale. Whoever set him here obviously knew the kind of injury it inflicted. New novel chapters are published onThere wasn't any sign of Sokka either. 'Am I underground?' Nik thought but then realized how could he be underground with a layer of glacial ice covering the region if light can pass through the gaps of the cave? He was stranded pretty deep in, too, from the looks of it as Nik couldn't see or 'hear' the exit. Just as he was planning to simply devour his surroundings, he heard a weak moan. "... Nik?" Looking around, Nik failed to discern the source of the voice which was strange in itself but the voice belonged to Sokka, that he was sure of. "Sokka? Where are you? I said to fucking let go, didn't I?!" Nik was in no mood to act gently in any form or manner. Not without a punctured knee. As he called, he also pulled out a piece of clothing to cover the wound and one an earthen staff that he held from the first prison the group broke into. "I'm... hurt... Nik..." Sokka's weak groan echoed again as Nik heard something moving. It felt eery the way it moved. Like an insect with sharp and multiple legs crawling all around the cave. Like a spider, or a centipede. "Stop talking. Where did you get hurt? Did it get your knee, too?" Nik inquired with a frown while being cautious of his surroundings. "I'm hurt..." Sokka whispered again, his voice turning softer as if he was moving further away from Nik when he suddenly heard the 'creature' move at an unbelievably quick pace. "BY YOU!!" Sokka's malevolent face suddenly appeared in front of Nik with his eyes wide open with menace and his teeth bare in a savage scream that shook Nik. Nik's eyes widened as he leaned backward, losing control over the blood around his wound as it gushed again while his breathing turned rushed and shallow. However, the limitations of this boon were quite vague and this worried Nik. Infinity provides concise information. At least, it did so until now and the information related to who can be brought into the Personal Space, can living beings be smuggled into other worlds using this space, and is it possible for outside threat to break into its defenses were not clear at all. It was as if the Infinity refused to give out the knowledge. This made Nik feel that this information is either provided at a higher rank or things are just as what they feel now bleak. Anyway, the rules of personal space were not of Nik's concern at the moment. He had bigger insects to fry... 'Should I try this?' Nik used one hand to support himself with the staff, his other hand meanwhile had its palm spread open. Nik felt it. His stomach turned warmer than usual as he felt heat channeling into his arm under his control. *Puchi* "Hgh," Nik bit his lips. Focusing on something else, especially as intense as bending made him lose focus over the blood around his knee once again. Although he had done something similar to a dressing to the wound, the blood refused to stop from flowing. The addition of clothing did impede its pace but Nik would rather not want to experience blood loss at all. 'So... bending should be a last-ditch effort. Mokshi or whatever spiritual disease you are... fuck you!' Nik scowled. He almost felt out of options. Unknown location. Unknown enemy. Unknown circumstances. Unknown skills. He had no way of finding where he was. He had no way of interacting with the creature without risking his other knee. He had no way to find out what the creature can do. He had no way to assess the situation... 'No, I actually do...' Nik suddenly made a connection. After the first instance with fog of lost souls, he had gone through multiple interactions of sorts with the being within him. Mostly, it's the battle of two colors. Orderly blue and chaotic red. Out of them emerges purple and this is probably related to the shift in the pigment of his irises. However, all these interactions have a side-effect of an increase in his energy status. The most recent session revealed that the being within him was sentient and wise enough to leave a message in a past instance by forming a message using mist and then allowing Nik to see things from their view. So, this also meant that a temporary cooperation can be formed if he just... 'Stop blaming and start acting.' Understanding this, Nik slowly sat down on a nearby chair which he had swiped away god knows when. In fact, aside from the giant Fire Nation Cruiser chilling in front of him that also held many metal weapons within, Nik had an unusual mess of furniture, clothing, and a small portion of precious stones and jewelry stolen from Ukano. Keeping his left leg straight even if diagonal, Nik closed his eyes and calmed down his breathing. This was a grave situation in every sense and if understanding why the creature was after him may help him then Nik would find this effort in contacting 'Mokshi' inside of him a worthwhile one. According to Hama, meditation came as simple as a thought. Just focus on the thing you want to achieve. Of course, meditating is different from working and achieving one's objective but in this rare instance, both aspects seemed to align. Staying next to Aang after contacting Mokshi seemed to have some positive effects on him but the rather drastic attacks truly placed things into perspective. As Nik continued to recall various instances and the same clash of colors, he fell into a strange trance. *** A/N: Mokshi comes from the word Moksha which means freedom or liberation more latter than the former with 'i' and 'a' silent in both iterations.
