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[Jason]
I am awakened by a head throbbing headache with a pulsating pain that seemed to want to crack my skull.
"Where... Where am I?" I grumble, barely seeing.
As soon as the pain starts to fade, my blurry vision slowly begins to clear. I blink several times, trying to focus. From the smell, I notice that the environment around me is damp. The smell of mold and earth fills my lungs.
"Shit!" I curse, frustrated.
My voice echoes off the stone walls in the distance, but no one seems to react to my words.
I try to get up, but my arms and legs are bound by chains. The sound of metal scraping against rock resonates through the place.
I strain against the chains, trying to break free. The pain in my head increases, but anger begins to overcome the discomfort. Fragmented memories return to mind: The fight against the Orcs, my despair at seeing my father in that state, my fury at facing Berkshire saying that it was normal for them, and finally a green light followed by emptiness.
"I need to get out of here." I say decisively, clenching my teeth and pulling the chains harder.
The sound of metal against stone echoes again, but the chains do not yield. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my mind.
"Will use Zyss' Master Breaker." I speak, straining the chains as I call upon the power.
But nothing happens. Confused, I try to call my status window, but nothing appears and I feel a twinge of pain for having tried.
"You can squirm and thrash all you want, worm." A female voice echoes through the place, her words laden with disdain. "The natural stones in this dungeon have a unique quality, making them more resistant to physical and magical attacks. Also those are mana rend chains, your powers won't activate here."
I stop pulling the chains, my muscles tense. The voice comes from somewhere in the shadows, but I can't see anything beyond the darkness. But feeling defiant, the anger within me transforms into a cold determination as I shout to the voice.
"Who's there?" I ask, my voice firm despite being imprisoned and chained to a wall.
Almost silent footsteps approach. The darkness moves, revealing a slender figure. A young girl, a little taller than Zyss, with gray skin and long black hair. Her yellow eyes gleam in the dim light, fixed on me. On her lef hand is a weird gem-like spherical orb, the design of the gem looks like an eye.
"Who are you?" I ask, feeling apprehensive about the approaching figure..
She gets closer, her light steps barely making a sound. Her eyes examine me, a subtle smile forming at the corners of her mouth.
"Who am I? I am your victim!" The girl exclaimed, pointing her finger at me. "Whose body was altered by your interference. It wasn't enough to have stolen my prize in the forgotten heroine's tomb? The infection of that noxious mana that I kept under control for so many years finally transformed me into this thing." the woman says in a disgusted tone, looking at her own body.
My eyes widen as I finally realize who was in front of me, the same evil mage who controlled that crazy hellhound bitch.
Her new little girl appearance is so contrasting compared to what she was before. The difference is so aberrant that I couldn't hold myself back.
"Ha!" I laugh loud, yanking my chain to point at her. "Looks like a generic gothic loli."
The mocked necromancer narrows her eyes, anger contorting her face. Her right hand rises, her long, thin fingers pointing at me. The chains around me come to life, tightening around my wrists and ankles with a crushing force. I am pulled to the ground, the impact reverberating through my body.
"Foolish boy! You really have no idea?" She questions, her voice raising slightly. "I am the most powerful necromancer this world has ever seen. Servant of three generations of Lord Mamonos until that succubus whore usurped the throne, transforming the monsters that should consume the human race into whores who only think with their cunts."
My eyes widen at the declaration of the supposedly ancient creature before me.
"I'm the death halter, the undead puppeteer!" The girl proclaimed proudly in a crescendo. "I am Nazaré Esteves Tedesco."
Despite her saying her name and titles with such fanfare and drama, expecting my reaction to the revealed identity, only one thing was on my mind.
"So your name is Nazare Tedesco?" I questioned, looking down, holding back my reaction with all my strength.
"Aaaah." The named necromancer murmured in front of me, satisfied with my reaction. "So you've heard of me."
I explode into loud laughter than before, unable to contain myself. The situation is tense, but my captor's name is so ridiculous that I can't help it.
"Nazaré Esteves Tedesco!" I repeat, my voice echoing off the stone walls. "You have the name of a Brazilian soap opera villain! You are the Math Lady / Confused Lady meme."
Nazaré's expression changes instantly. Her yellow eyes narrow, and a flush of anger rises on her gray face. She takes a step forward, her presence threatening, but my laughter only increases.
"What are you going to do? Push me down a flight of stairs like in a soap opera?" I scoff loudly. "You killed two people like that, there's a good chance you'll kill the third."
With the lolita witch's finger I am pressed against the ground once again, the chains rattling as my body convulses with laughter. I almost lost my breath, tears streaming down my face. The headache is forgotten, replaced by a feeling of absurd relief.
"Stop laughing, foolish boy!" Nazaré shouts, her voice trembling with fury. "You have no idea who you're dealing with!"
But I can't stop. Every attempt to regain control only makes me laugh harder. The sound echoes off the walls, filling the environment with an energy that, for a moment, makes me forget the gravity of the situation.
Nazaré, clearly irritated, takes a step back and extends her hand towards me, her yellow eyes gleaming with fury.
The runes on the chains glow again, the force pulling me to the ground now they throw me against the wall. Pain shoots through my body, but laughter still echoes in my mind. Nazaré stares at me, her yellow eyes gleaming with a contained fury.
"You think this is funny?" She whispers, her voice laden with venom. "We'll see if you're still laughing after I discover the origin of your powers."
I try to move, but the chains hold me pinned to the wall. The headache returns with full force, throbbing in sync with my racing heart. Nazaré approaches, her steps light but menacing.
"I will find out how you got these weird powers, even if I have to perform vivisection followed by a dissection of your body." She says, her voice cold and calculated. "I will tear every secret from you, piece by piece, until nothing is left but an empty husk who would be reanimated to serve the most disgusting of nobility humans, to clean latrines for the rest of eternity."
I swallow hard, the laughter dying in my throat. The threat is real, and the determination in Nazaré's eyes makes it clear that she is not bluffing. I try to focus, to find a way out, but any command I try to send to my system is responded with more headaches.
'Damn it!' I curse to myself. 'As long as these chains are on me, I won't be able to use my powers.'
[Artoria]
"Thank you so much, Miss Artoria." Says the old woman as I hand her a bundle of chopped firewood.
"You're welcome." I reply with a simple nod and continue on my way.
It has been two weeks since the Horde was defeated and the orcs expelled from the village.
"COMMANDER ARTORIA!" an excited voice shouts in the distance, cutting through my train of thought.
I sigh tiredly as I turn to the reminder that the city still has twenty two orcs who are loyal to my Lord.
The orc approaches, her pink skin gleaming with sweat under the morning sun. She salutes, but her hand is in the wrong place, a detail that does not go unnoticed. Even so, her enthusiasm is palpable.
"Commander Artoria! The team fixed the last fence. Everything is ready."
I smile, satisfied with the news. The dedication of these orcs, once enemies, is now a force to be reckoned with.
"Excellent work. You have exceeded my expectations."
The orc puffs out her chest, proud. Her eyes gleam with a mixture of respect and admiration.
"Thank you, Commander. What do we do now?"
"Look for Zyss." I mention, pointing to the center of the village. "She has the next mission for you."
The orc nods vigorously and runs off, her silhouette disappearing among the trees. I watch as she walks away, feeling a pang of pride.
I walk through the village, observing the changes that Zyss has implemented. The streets, once dirty and disorganized, are now clean and well-maintained. The houses, once destroyed, have been rebuilt with amazing and effective handwork. I would never have imagined orcs could be good at construction work .
"But the real miracle is Zyss." I murmur, admiring the work.
When Jason disappeared, I knew Lindana and I would be able to take care of the village's security, but Zyss did much more. She not only rebuilt, she also fortified. A reinforced palisades wall surrounding the village is proof of that.
"For my lord's sake!" I exclaim, smiling. "She placed watchtowers at the village entrances."
The village now looks like a stockade with the Orcs working as laborers and militia. Every detail, every piece of wood, everything was carefully planned. Zyss left nothing to chance. Her mind is impressive, and her hardworking ethics is inspiring.
However, not all is going well.
Despite the orcs working diligently, the humans' distrust is palpable. I see sidelong glances, low whispers when they pass by them. The tension is almost tangible, like a thick fog hanging over the village. The humans still fear the orcs, despite all the effort Zyss has made to put them to work.
I sigh wearily just thinking about the problems this could cause in the near future.
Zyss has ambitious plans. She wants to finish fortifying the city and set out in search of my Lord. But what to do with the orcs? They are loyal, but their presence is a constant reminder of the past.
I stop, looking at the horizon. The sun begins to set, tinging the sky with shades of orange and pink. The gentle breeze caresses my face, but it doesn't alleviate the tightness in my chest. Wherever My Lord is, I hope he is well.
"He is strong." I whisper to myself, trying to calm the storm of worries that consumes me. "I know he is alive and well."
The wind blows stronger, as if responding to my words. I close my eyes, feeling Jason's presence, even though he is not here. His strength, his determination, his love... all of this is a part of me now.
[Valthora Stonebreaker]
The situation is worse than the captain or I could have imagined.
Even with the Goddess's blessing I received, I am not proficient in magical perception, which is why I didn't notice the true evil that afflicted the city before Captain George Cappadocia left me alone to solve the city's mystery.
This city is close to being taken over by a horde of the undead stationed in ancient ruins less than two hours' by walk.
And to make matters worse, besides me being clueless when it comes to magic, I am also not a clever rogue like Jason or a strategist capable of predicting every move of the enemy. So that left me with few options to save the civilians who are already weakened by the negative aura of so many undead.
But I refuse to despair; I cannot give up with so many lives at stake.
"How Jason used to tell me?" I murmur, smiling. " 'In difficult times, for someone like you who has a big hammer in hand, problems start to look like nails.'"
I tighten my grip on the heavy weapon in my hands and face my challenge ahead.
"And right now in front of me, there is a large construction waiting for me in the form of a horde of skeletons and decaying zombies." I say before using the only spell I know. "Miracle of Power: Vitality"
Guided by the hiromancy spell my mana begins to act on my body. My muscles bulge within my armor, my body feels lighter than ever and I am energized as if I were capable of running 100 kilometers(62 miles) in an hour.
With a fierce smile on my face I leap into the midst of the enemies, the weight of my war hammer comforting in my hands as I fall in the middle of the undead legion.
POW!
The wind whistles around me, carrying the stench of rotting flesh and dry bones. But I don't hesitate. My first blow is direct, precise. The hammer cuts through the air and smashes the skull of a skeleton, scattering bones across the ground.
"You are nothing but bones and rot!" I shout, adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
Another zombie approaches, its movements slow and clumsy. I swing the hammer in a wide arc, crushing it with a single blow. The body falls to the ground, inert.
"Is that all you've got?" I provoke, feeling anger and determination grow within me.
More undead advance towards me, an endless wave of bones and rotting flesh. But I don't back down. Each blow of my hammer is an affirmation of my strength, of my will to protect those who cannot protect themselves.
"You will not set foot this city!" I roar as the hammer smash another zombie in half.
The sound of breaking bones and rotting flesh being crushed echoes around me. My heart beats strongly, each beat synchronized with the rhythm of my blows. There is no time to think, only to act.
'I need to keep fighting.'
[Jason]
Being trapped for two weeks in the dungeon of a generic D&D villain who blames me for turning her into a loli would already be something that would make me quite angry, but the situation is much worse since I am tortured daily for hours.
The black crystal pillars around me ascend with green runes, cryptic electricity in the air, and from the tips of the crystals another wave of black bolts are projected against my body.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" I roar in pain.
It's not just electricity that makes me writhe in agony on this damn stone altar.
These black bolts seem to grab and try to tear pieces of my soul. But the power within me, even dampened by the chains, reacts in response and holds firm what is trying to be extracted, as if I were an ethereal tug-of-war rope with my own existence.
The pain.. I feel it on all levels, spiritual, mental, and physical. I take a deep breath, trying to concentrate. The smell of mold and rot invades my nostrils when the torture cease for now. The air is dense, heavy, as if each molecule in my body carried the weight of the curse that imprisons me.
"Once more." The Necromancer's voice echoes through the dungeon, while holding her weird gem eye thingy who seems to feed crystal pillars with mana.
Another wave of black bolts hits me. My muscles and soul contract, my teeth grinding.
"COOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" I shout at my captor, that bitch bait for didi party goers.
Cold sweat runs down my forehead, mixing with the blood that drips from my nose, ears and eyes. My muscles tremble, but my eyes remain fixed on the Necromancer.
"HOOOOEE!" I yell in pain, trying to make her react..
Nazare walks around the altar, her black hair swaying gently with each step. She leans in, her bright yellow eyes piercing me with a look of contempt.
"Despite your power guarding your secrets tightly, I have already managed to quantify your enviable healing ability."
I laugh, spitting blood, making the necromancer stare at me confused.
"You think that's a flex? You dumb cow only knows that because you wasted poisons and spells on me." My voice comes out hoarse but firm. Each word is a challenge, a provocation making her eyes widened. "Are you such a dumb sadistic bitch that you didn't notice until now? You were wasting resources for nothing!"
The last comment didn't elicit any reaction from her, so I decide to add a personal touch to the insult.
"There's no point in blaming me for your appearance. Is due to your own incompetence that you are a big forehead, flat-chested and no ass loli bitch."
Nazare narrows her eyes, the expression of contempt turning into contained anger.
"Arrogant human boy. Calls others stupid when your own actions generate more pain than necessary."
Once again, the black crystals activate, tearing screams of pain from me.
"I was not able to dominate your mind, and my rituals cannot extract information from your mind and soul. So all that remains for me is—"
"To let onii-chan go?" I groan, clenching my teeth in pain to keep from biting my own tongue.
…
"Vivisection, but if I don't find anything interesting, I'll proceed with a dissection." the necromancer declares, smiling for the first time since I met her. "Maybe that soft brain of yours has something useful hidden away."
Despite my barrage of insults I let out a weary sigh, the weight of the situation finally hitting me.
Fear permeates my mind.
A feeling that I had managed to keep at bay, but that now envelops me like a shroud. Fear of death, but it's not just that.
It's the fear that this damned loli witch might become even stronger at my expense. But above all, is the fear of never seeing Zyss, Artoria, Clarabella, and Lindana again.
The thought of not being able to return to them, of not being able to protect them, gnaws at me from within. Each bolt, each wave of pain, reminds me of what is at stake.
Nazare moves away, a sinister smile on her lips.
"You should be grateful, human. Your pain will serve a greater purpose, my purpose"
I clench my teeth, anger fighting against fear, but before I could utter what might be my last insult to Nazare, the dungeon door explodes inward.
BOOOM!
Pieces of wood and stone flys in all directions. My eyes widen as I see the wolf, the same one I blinded in one eye, being thrown against the wall, its heavy body falling to the ground with a dull thud.
"Human whore!" the wolf snarls to the breached opening, getting up with difficulty, hatred blazing in its red eye.
But my attention is diverted to the figure that emerges at the entrance. A short-haired redhead, wearing full plate armor and wielding a large two-handed war hammer. Her gaze is determined, fierce, and there is something familiar about her, something I recognize instantly and blurt aloud her name.
"Val?"