Chapter 254: 254
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Blood was spurted all over the floor as the rapier made contact, falling on John's top as he looked up.
Confused, John's eyes widened at the sight in front of him. He wasn't the one who had been hit, it was someone else, someone who had appeared out of nowhere.
Long black spiky hair, with an pitch-black emotionless eyes, pure darkness, it was so dark that John wondered if the man could even see. He idn't know the man, but it wasn't his first time seeing him.
The young man who stood in front of John, held on tightly to the blade of the rapier which was about to cut off John's head, with his b.a.r.e hands.
Blood slowly dripped from the hand yet the young man didn't let go.
"You're..."
Without so much as glancing at John, the young man raised his other hand before closing his eyes.
Seeing this, the young white-haired man's eyes widened as he tried pulling his rapier away
"H-How did you find me?" The white-haired young man asked in fear
The black-haired young man, opened his mouth and began moving it as if saying something, but no sounds came out.
Seeing this, the young man let go of the rapier before quickly moving to dash away, but before he could even complete the movement
*BOOM!
A dark lightning strike landed right on the two of them. John watched as the young man who had saved him, continued to hold on to the hand of the man who had tried to kill him.
The hand of the man who had tried to kill had been burnt, yet his hair still glowed brightly. The lightning strike didn't seem like it was enough to end him and only seemed to have infuriated him even more.
"Let go..."
"LET GO! DAMNIT!"
Suddenly, a bright white electric sphere came from within the white-haired man, engulfing the arm of the man who saved John in an instant.
John who saw this was about to move in to help, but right when he did, a sharp pain came from the area where the orb had been implanted in his c.h.e.s.t, causing him to reflexively close his eyes.
John forced his eyes opened despite the pain as he didn't want to miss a single second of the fight, but right when he did, he both saw and heard it.
"Mors." Translation: Death
For a moment, Just a single moment, John felt his heart skip a beat and in that instant, the light sphere which had engulfed the arm of the man who had saved him, dispersed.
John could see half of the right arm of the young man who had saved him missing, along with the person who was trying to kill John, laying on the ground. Motionlessly.
Unable to grasp an idea of what had happened, John noticed that the young man's hair was no longer glowing white as he laid on the ground, and John couldn't feel the young man's life force.
"He's... dead...?" John asked
When? How? John didn't see, feel or hear anything which may have indicated how exactly the man had died, and yet there he laid, motionlessly, with both eyes closed.
John's saviour, crouched down before picking up the motionless body of the young white-haired man. John did nothing but watch, as the young man picked it up.
"Th-Thank... Y-"
Before John could finish, the black-haired young man disappeared, along with the body of the white-haired young man
[What?!]
John hastily looked around, casting 'deprehendre' as many times as he could and yet, there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing, no presence which had the same feeling as the one who John had fought against a while ago, and nor could he track the presence of the one who had saved him because it was as if he had no presence.
"When did he... How did he outspeed... What...!?" John asked as he placed both hands on his head
He didn't know how to feel. The presence of the monster which was beneath them had suddenly disappeared, he didn't die and some random person came out of nowhere, knocking out and taking away the person who had killed him.
[Did I imagine it all...?] John wondered as he let out a sigh
"No, there's no way..." John muttered as he took a good look around
A frozen field with all nearby trees submerged in deep ice, along with burn marks from thunder strikes in some of them.
Ice had melted, and there was no way that John was the one who melted his ice, meaning that either he really needed a therapist or he just ended up surviving a once in a life-time encounter.
John let out a deep breath, as he plopped to the floor. His heart was still beating fast, and his bones could still remember clearly both the feeling of being cut and the fear of what awaited afterwards.
"I'll stay like this for a little longer..." John muttered as he kept both hands on the floor behind him
After that, John laid down in the middle of the ice field which he had created, before staring at the blue sky, as he tried to take in everything that had happened.
"Man... I really wish there was some coffee in this world... When was the last time I had coffee?"
As he continued to stare the sky, he noticed that his eyes were slowly starting to tear up.
"Damn it... What you crying now for?" John asked as he wiped his eyes
He slowly turned his body to face the sides, before letting out a sigh
"I wonder how everyone in the other world is doing...? God, if there is a god... Well I was given a 2nd chance at life, so there probably is. Eitherway, God, what is my purpose for being here? Why was I brought to this world?"
John waited for a reply and got nothing, just like how he had expected.
"Am I... Am I at least doing the right thing...?" John asked
Once again, there was no reply. Seeing this, John let out a snort before turning back to the sky.
"Pfft, what's wrong with me... Haha... Ha..."
John's eyes slowly began to shut as he found the cold ground rather comfortable.
"I should get going soo-"
Before John could finish, his eyes suddenly shut, as he fell unconscious.
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John opened his eyes, only to find himself in the middle of a half dark, half white room. John easily recognised it as he had been there many times before.
"I like the new room, everything dark before was very intimidating." Said John with a smile as he turned to look behind him
There stood the evil spirit version of himself, he stood on the border of the dark part of the room with an unamused expression.
John felt so satisfied with that expression that he couldn't help but smile.
"How?" The spirit asked
"How what? Dear, King." Said John as he gave a half-hearted bow
Seeing this, the spirits eyes widened as he stared straight at John. John stared back with an unmoving expression.
"Tsk, I'm not in the mood for this." Said the spirit
"Oh, I didn't know the dead had moods. You must be very busy, just like I was when your entire cult tried killing me, and even kidnapped Serena."
"She brought that on-"
"Remember what I told you? You don't scare me, I know your secret, well not much of a secret, more of a weakness. I'm your current vessel, if I die, you die. You failed to possess me, so you'll have to keep trying for as long as I live."
"I wouldn't look down on me if I were you." Said the spirit as a grin appeared on his face
"Here's the thing..."
John slowly walked towards the spirit before facing him as he stood on the white border.
"If any one of your cultists mess with my party again... I'll hunt them all down one by one, and don't think for a second that you're safe because you're in here."
The right arm of the spirit who was in the form of John, ended up falling off as John cut off his own with his dagger.
John felt no pain, but it was the thought that counted.
"Hahahaha... I thought I was the crazy one, but you're the craziest vessel I've ever encountered."
"You should know by now that we're two of the same kind, just like you are in this vessel, I also took over it. So get in line."
"Right, right. But I'll get to the point."
The spirit picked up his hand before glaring at John who also picked up his.
"How did you avoid death?"
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Blood was spurted all over the floor as the rapier made contact, falling on John's top as he looked up.
Confused, John's eyes widened at the sight in front of him. He wasn't the one who had been hit, it was someone else, someone who had appeared out of nowhere.
Long black spiky hair, with an pitch-black emotionless eyes, pure darkness, it was so dark that John wondered if the man could even see. He idn't know the man, but it wasn't his first time seeing him.
The young man who stood in front of John, held on tightly to the blade of the rapier which was about to cut off John's head, with his b.a.r.e hands.
Blood slowly dripped from the hand yet the young man didn't let go.
"You're..."
Without so much as glancing at John, the young man raised his other hand before closing his eyes.
Seeing this, the young white-haired man's eyes widened as he tried pulling his rapier away
"H-How did you find me?" The white-haired young man asked in fear
The black-haired young man, opened his mouth and began moving it as if saying something, but no sounds came out.
Seeing this, the young man let go of the rapier before quickly moving to dash away, but before he could even complete the movement
*BOOM!
A dark lightning strike landed right on the two of them. John watched as the young man who had saved him, continued to hold on to the hand of the man who had tried to kill him.
The hand of the man who had tried to kill had been burnt, yet his hair still glowed brightly. The lightning strike didn't seem like it was enough to end him and only seemed to have infuriated him even more.
"Let go..."
"LET GO! DAMNIT!"
Suddenly, a bright white electric sphere came from within the white-haired man, engulfing the arm of the man who saved John in an instant.
John who saw this was about to move in to help, but right when he did, a sharp pain came from the area where the orb had been implanted in his c.h.e.s.t, causing him to reflexively close his eyes.
John forced his eyes opened despite the pain as he didn't want to miss a single second of the fight, but right when he did, he both saw and heard it.
"Mors." Translation: Death
For a moment, Just a single moment, John felt his heart skip a beat and in that instant, the light sphere which had engulfed the arm of the man who had saved him, dispersed.
John could see half of the right arm of the young man who had saved him missing, along with the person who was trying to kill John, laying on the ground. Motionlessly.
Unable to grasp an idea of what had happened, John noticed that the young man's hair was no longer glowing white as he laid on the ground, and John couldn't feel the young man's life force.
"He's... dead...?" John asked
When? How? John didn't see, feel or hear anything which may have indicated how exactly the man had died, and yet there he laid, motionlessly, with both eyes closed.
John's saviour, crouched down before picking up the motionless body of the young white-haired man. John did nothing but watch, as the young man picked it up.
"Th-Thank... Y-"
Before John could finish, the black-haired young man disappeared, along with the body of the white-haired young man
[What?!]
John hastily looked around, casting 'deprehendre' as many times as he could and yet, there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing, no presence which had the same feeling as the one who John had fought against a while ago, and nor could he track the presence of the one who had saved him because it was as if he had no presence.
"When did he... How did he outspeed... What...!?" John asked as he placed both hands on his head
He didn't know how to feel. The presence of the monster which was beneath them had suddenly disappeared, he didn't die and some random person came out of nowhere, knocking out and taking away the person who had killed him.
[Did I imagine it all...?] John wondered as he let out a sigh
"No, there's no way..." John muttered as he took a good look around
A frozen field with all nearby trees submerged in deep ice, along with burn marks from thunder strikes in some of them.
Ice had melted, and there was no way that John was the one who melted his ice, meaning that either he really needed a therapist or he just ended up surviving a once in a life-time encounter.
John let out a deep breath, as he plopped to the floor. His heart was still beating fast, and his bones could still remember clearly both the feeling of being cut and the fear of what awaited afterwards.
"I'll stay like this for a little longer..." John muttered as he kept both hands on the floor behind him
After that, John laid down in the middle of the ice field which he had created, before staring at the blue sky, as he tried to take in everything that had happened.
"Man... I really wish there was some coffee in this world... When was the last time I had coffee?"
As he continued to stare the sky, he noticed that his eyes were slowly starting to tear up.
"Damn it... What you crying now for?" John asked as he wiped his eyes
He slowly turned his body to face the sides, before letting out a sigh
"I wonder how everyone in the other world is doing...? God, if there is a god... Well I was given a 2nd chance at life, so there probably is. Eitherway, God, what is my purpose for being here? Why was I brought to this world?"
John waited for a reply and got nothing, just like how he had expected.
"Am I... Am I at least doing the right thing...?" John asked
Once again, there was no reply. Seeing this, John let out a snort before turning back to the sky.
"Pfft, what's wrong with me... Haha... Ha..."
John's eyes slowly began to shut as he found the cold ground rather comfortable.
"I should get going soo-"
Before John could finish, his eyes suddenly shut, as he fell unconscious.
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John opened his eyes, only to find himself in the middle of a half dark, half white room. John easily recognised it as he had been there many times before.
"I like the new room, everything dark before was very intimidating." Said John with a smile as he turned to look behind him
There stood the evil spirit version of himself, he stood on the border of the dark part of the room with an unamused expression.
John felt so satisfied with that expression that he couldn't help but smile.
"How?" The spirit asked
"How what? Dear, King." Said John as he gave a half-hearted bow
Seeing this, the spirits eyes widened as he stared straight at John. John stared back with an unmoving expression.
"Tsk, I'm not in the mood for this." Said the spirit
"Oh, I didn't know the dead had moods. You must be very busy, just like I was when your entire cult tried killing me, and even kidnapped Serena."
"She brought that on-"
"Remember what I told you? You don't scare me, I know your secret, well not much of a secret, more of a weakness. I'm your current vessel, if I die, you die. You failed to possess me, so you'll have to keep trying for as long as I live."
"I wouldn't look down on me if I were you." Said the spirit as a grin appeared on his face
"Here's the thing..."
John slowly walked towards the spirit before facing him as he stood on the white border.
"If any one of your cultists mess with my party again... I'll hunt them all down one by one, and don't think for a second that you're safe because you're in here."
The right arm of the spirit who was in the form of John, ended up falling off as John cut off his own with his dagger.
John felt no pain, but it was the thought that counted.
"Hahahaha... I thought I was the crazy one, but you're the craziest vessel I've ever encountered."
"You should know by now that we're two of the same kind, just like you are in this vessel, I also took over it. So get in line."
"Right, right. But I'll get to the point."
The spirit picked up his hand before glaring at John who also picked up his.
"How did you avoid death?"
Blood was spurted all over the floor as the rapier made contact, falling on John's top as he looked up. Confused, John's eyes widened at the sight in front of him. He wasn't the one who had been hit, it was someone else, someone who had appeared out of nowhere. Long black spiky hair, with an pitch-black emotionless eyes, pure darkness, it was so dark that John wondered if the man could even see. He idn't know the man, but it wasn't his first time seeing him. The young man who stood in front of John, held on tightly to the blade of the rapier which was about to cut off John's head, with his b.a.r.e hands. Blood slowly dripped from the hand yet the young man didn't let go. "You're..." Without so much as glancing at John, the young man raised his other hand before closing his eyes. Seeing this, the young white-haired man's eyes widened as he tried pulling his rapier away "H-How did you find me?" The white-haired young man asked in fear The black-haired young man, opened his mouth and began moving it as if saying something, but no sounds came out. Seeing this, the young man let go of the rapier before quickly moving to dash away, but before he could even complete the movement *BOOM! A dark lightning strike landed right on the two of them. John watched as the young man who had saved him, continued to hold on to the hand of the man who had tried to kill him. The hand of the man who had tried to kill had been burnt, yet his hair still glowed brightly. The lightning strike didn't seem like it was enough to end him and only seemed to have infuriated him even more. "Let go..." "LET GO! DAMNIT!" Suddenly, a bright white electric sphere came from within the white-haired man, engulfing the arm of the man who saved John in an instant. John who saw this was about to move in to help, but right when he did, a sharp pain came from the area where the orb had been implanted in his c.h.e.s.t, causing him to reflexively close his eyes. John forced his eyes opened despite the pain as he didn't want to miss a single second of the fight, but right when he did, he both saw and heard it. "Mors." Translation: Death For a moment, Just a single moment, John felt his heart skip a beat and in that instant, the light sphere which had engulfed the arm of the man who had saved him, dispersed. John could see half of the right arm of the young man who had saved him missing, along with the person who was trying to kill John, laying on the ground. Motionlessly. Unable to grasp an idea of what had happened, John noticed that the young man's hair was no longer glowing white as he laid on the ground, and John couldn't feel the young man's life force. "He's... dead...?" John asked When? How? John didn't see, feel or hear anything which may have indicated how exactly the man had died, and yet there he laid, motionlessly, with both eyes closed. John's saviour, crouched down before picking up the motionless body of the young white-haired man. John did nothing but watch, as the young man picked it up. "Th-Thank... Y-" Before John could finish, the black-haired young man disappeared, along with the body of the white-haired young man What?! John hastily looked around, casting 'deprehendre' as many times as he could and yet, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing, no presence which had the same feeling as the one who John had fought against a while ago, and nor could he track the presence of the one who had saved him because it was as if he had no presence. "When did he... How did he outspeed... What...!?" John asked as he placed both hands on his head He didn't know how to feel. The presence of the monster which was beneath them had suddenly disappeared, he didn't die and some random person came out of nowhere, knocking out and taking away the person who had killed him. Did I imagine it all...? John wondered as he let out a sigh "No, there's no way..." John muttered as he took a good look around A frozen field with all nearby trees submerged in deep ice, along with burn marks from thunder strikes in some of them. Ice had melted, and there was no way that John was the one who melted his ice, meaning that either he really needed a therapist or he just ended up surviving a once in a life-time encounter. John let out a deep breath, as he plopped to the floor. His heart was still beating fast, and his bones could still remember clearly both the feeling of being cut and the fear of what awaited afterwards. "I'll stay like this for a little longer..." John muttered as he kept both hands on the floor behind him After that, John laid down in the middle of the ice field which he had created, before staring at the blue sky, as he tried to take in everything that had happened. "Man... I really wish there was some coffee in this world... When was the last time I had coffee?" As he continued to stare the sky, he noticed that his eyes were slowly starting to tear up. "Damn it... What you crying now for?" John asked as he wiped his eyes He slowly turned his body to face the sides, before letting out a sigh "I wonder how everyone in the other world is doing...? God, if there is a god... Well I was given a 2nd chance at life, so there probably is. Eitherway, God, what is my purpose for being here? Why was I brought to this world?" John waited for a reply and got nothing, just like how he had expected. "Am I... Am I at least doing the right thing...?" John asked Once again, there was no reply. Seeing this, John let out a snort before turning back to the sky. "Pfft, what's wrong with me... Haha... Ha..." John's eyes slowly began to shut as he found the cold ground rather comfortable. "I should get going soo-" Before John could finish, his eyes suddenly shut, as he fell unconscious. ----------------------------------- John opened his eyes, only to find himself in the middle of a half dark, half white room. John easily recognised it as he had been there many times before. "I like the new room, everything dark before was very intimidating." Said John with a smile as he turned to look behind him There stood the evil spirit version of himself, he stood on the border of the dark part of the room with an unamused expression. John felt so satisfied with that expression that he couldn't help but smile. "How?" The spirit asked "How what? Dear, King." Said John as he gave a half-hearted bow Seeing this, the spirits eyes widened as he stared straight at John. John stared back with an unmoving expression. "Tsk, I'm not in the mood for this." Said the spirit "Oh, I didn't know the dead had moods. You must be very busy, just like I was when your entire cult tried killing me, and even kidnapped Serena." "She brought that on-" "Remember what I told you? You don't scare me, I know your secret, well not much of a secret, more of a weakness. I'm your current vessel, if I die, you die. You failed to possess me, so you'll have to keep trying for as long as I live." "I wouldn't look down on me if I were you." Said the spirit as a grin appeared on his face "Here's the thing..." John slowly walked towards the spirit before facing him as he stood on the white border. "If any one of your cultists mess with my party again... I'll hunt them all down one by one, and don't think for a second that you're safe because you're in here." The right arm of the spirit who was in the form of John, ended up falling off as John cut off his own with his dagger. John felt no pain, but it was the thought that counted. "Hahahaha... I thought I was the crazy one, but you're the craziest vessel I've ever encountered." "You should know by now that we're two of the same kind, just like you are in this vessel, I also took over it. So get in line." "Right, right. But I'll get to the point." The spirit picked up his hand before glaring at John who also picked up his. "How did you avoid death?"
