I resurrected.
Slowly opening the heavy eye lids. Usually my mornings were never cozy. Because every morning I was kicked on my guts and made to wake up. Those are the memories I am not much fond of. It feels pitiful to be reminded of them. I woke after feeling shitty after relieving my morning wake up calls due to Instinct.
I woke up fully after such displeasure. After waking up I found myself on a cliff because sky felt way too near as if my bedroom was high up in clouds. Then I saw broken pieces of bones and scorched mark nearby on thick fleshy floor. Then the reality finally sank in just to what scale my life went seismic. Fleshy floor reminded me of another displeasure. Maybe I am not much lucky in terms of my footings. I reignited the fire after scraping more bone flakes as the warmth was needed. Due to high altitudes it was very chilly as my body started to go numb slowly but surely.
woosh
At that very moment of ignition a wave of comfort reached my soon too be crystalized body parts. I took my time feeling giddy about atleast being alive.
Spit
A black slimy liquid sprang towards me but fire took heat in my stead lowering visibility considerably. Then I turned my head toward the source of projectile and cursed my fate once more and got ready. As for what would come next was pretty predictable. A horde unfamiliar foreign beings swarmed together making the situation more dreary due to overwhelming numbers. But to my astonishment I finally found some normal sized life form. Against which my military tactics could possibly work and give me a glimmer of hope. Even tragic fools like me can get a bit hopeful but the fact my death was possible was still true.
I got way too much window to have this entire inner talk with myself hinting that the opponents were slow but covering for the lack of speed. They were equipped with long range acidic projectile. The monsters in front of me resembled insect like body features but few among them had deformed body shape. Making it hard for my imagination to associate with them anything known within my limited scope of knowledge. I hate what I can't possibly make sense of guess that's where fear of mankind actually stemmed from. But still it took a while for the horde to reach even near my area of caution and the projectile reset window was also considerably large. Among them there were actually some human like insect monster. The humanoid appearance tingled my instincts warning me. That my survival chances dropped steeply due to appearance of this monsters. As per my experience any monster sharing even a small similarity in outward appearance with human is a thing to be concerned about.
Currently I didn't had anything like usable weapon granting me an edge against scaly armours. So I disassembled slinger and wrapped the tendonous whisker around one end of flickered scale. Creating a make do dagger, still it was better than brawling empty handed . After feeling a weapon in my hand I remembered that I don't know fighting maybe being with master warriors I mistook myself as an fighter.
At that instance my face went pale with fright and there was no place to run to as behind me lies the depths will possibly crush every single bone inside my body. Such unfavorable circumstances left me no choices but steel myself. Convincing my coward self to be brave coward for once and I ran toward the flank of enemy. Remembering the basic forms of swordsmanship which I practiced in cave to quench the thirst of blood. As I drenched the ground of cave in it.
Took a leap used the momentum striked where it was most vulnerable by Thrust. Used other hand as a fulcrum took the dagger out and slashed nearby grunts with it. Thanks for the scale to be sturdy enough as it didn't betray me till now.
Creak
A crack appeared in dagger growing my concerns into a mature tree. A close to infinite grunts were left and weapon tried to betray me at the worst possible moment. I laughed while I parried upcoming attack. Racked my brain and came up with a conclusion if I don't have a weapon right now I am as good as sleeping Thomas. A lazy stray were cub which died after coming under the step of a griffin as it was too lazy to dodge. As a way to respect dead I would have kept silence but if I honour the dead now then I will soon join them.
Spotted a a long fanged monster attacked the joint and ripped its both fangs and switching to a complete bio gear. Now with two long blades which increased my reach and even if they lacked durability. It would have been compensated with shear numbers in the horde. The only advantage I had was my self awareness and military background. Not too falshy but I too was the prodigal junior of unit 192 but past is past. I steadied my wornout breathing tried to breath rhythmic. As it decreased the toll on my body. It synergised the tempo of my fighting. Learning while staking my life was never on my consideration. But I guess my survival crazed body may rip gods in flesh just to survive. Stabilizing breathing and regaining the tempo the battle eased significantly just my hands were giving out. The skin of the palm ripped out due to absence of handle and acidic blood of long tusked monster. To change the damaged blades I had to rip one new out of other monster this process involved my direct contact with monster blood. Bleeding hands were the result but only living me can keep a bleeding hand and I choose to bleed as I vow to live.
I gained consciousness I stood on mounds of corpses and I seemed to be inside the half of the wyrm like monster. My hands were completely peeled till my wrists and there were patches of burnt on every blood smeared part on my body. That meant everywhere except my face. My smooth black hairs too were scorched making me transform into a local hoodlum. Now after inspecting I tried make sense as to how was I able to kill those swarm of foreign beings. The fact that I had two broken tusks in my hand meant that I killed every last one of them. As for how I don't know.
Maybe it could be that thing which was mentioned by Master Hound. At one morning when I was assigned to assist master hound. The nepo kid handpicked by Master Hound asked him is there any way for a non awakened to do impossible. That is to cross their own limit and perform beyond what they are physically capable of. To this master hound replied while sipping Hygrolira tea (Mandarake like shape and taste but ginseng like effects).
Yes its possible but not by him but my his other self. Which means his subconscious self which performs with perfection recreating every technique in its perfect form. At that while the body that functions is not in control of the owner but body operates by itself which is nothing but a miracle. That state of one body and one mind is called 'Unity'. But its also named especially when a battle hardened warrior attains it. It is called as 'Grace'.
So me entering grace is the only explanation possible. But generally when a self is experienced only when one can achieve this state of unity. But on the otherside a greenhorn like me who haven't experienced more than handful of battles is able to attain grace.
Am I that talented in arms. So when geezers rambled that every life is born ti fulfill its purpose and every purpose is unique to every individual. Guess maybe my purpose is battle.
Hahahahaha
After a pause I too knew that it is my wishful thinking. Even if the purpose is unique to every individual. It can ascertain by what kind of life he lived. And if I look back at my life I see nothing but cowardice. I myself is also ashamed of being a person with no backbone. Not being able to do what I wish for just surviving dirtily like sewer rat due to fear of death. Maybe that same fear of death my extremely life obsessed body decided to take commands by its own and here I stand atop mountain of mauled corpses. I threw the broken tusks and decided to venture forward because that's what I could think of as I walked I was once again reminded no matter how powerful you are. Life is fragile see what happened to this pseudo dragon which would have soon turned into a true dragon was split in half just by a string. Aaah my eyes the string reminded me once again of that true form of ugliness.
I vomitted at the remembrance of true horror. As I vomitted out a shreek wave of pain emerged from my throat as if it had been peeled from inside. Making even the swallowing of saliva painful I think as the battle proceeded maybe my body due to lack of water drank freaking acid. If that thing had been poisonous maybe I would have shared a drink with my makers till now. But still drinking acid just how genius my body can get. Let the throat get flayed what that had to do anything with it. Only surviving is the priority. Let the true conscious one deal with pain. The price of cheating was this discomfort but still to experience this discomfort by being alive is much more appreciated instead turning into cold corpse.
One monster had something like a luminous gem embedded between its forehead I gouged it off. Because the way forward was dark but that didn't fazed me but the darkness in this plane is living that bothered me. Grabbed two more stones as a safety measure not because it was fun to gauge them out.I started walk forward as I lit my way infront. The innards of the monster were incomprehensible as I couldn't make sense out of most of them still harbouring life inside a life is new knowledge to me. As in my hometown except than the act of giving birth to its own. No organism harboured other kind organism in their insides. Walking while wondering as to why I am inside someone without my consent still glad as I have a space to breath inside. Leaving the incorriguities aside there were some identical apparatus inside it. There was something similar to lung in it but in this half of corpse only half of lung was present. Marvelling at the size of lung. Just the duration of breathing can be an awakened ability if someone can hold their breath for this long if its had breathing capacity as big as these lungs.
Treading forward while sightseeing the insides of a dragon. Every one from my realm would burn in jealousy because even the Dragon king Zerxeus is not as big as this pseudo dragon inspite of being true dragon. Once again it shows size isn't everything. I walked past the lung but just the time it took to reach the lung is indefinable as my sense of time went corrupt. After passing a remark on creative aptitude of the maker of this world but even if the design had been indigenously breath taking. I would still give them a tier lower review as they made me have suicidal thoughts due to their prior creativity. I reached to what seemed like brain but there to my surprise I spotted analogously similar organ to heart. As the appearance clearly depicted it was blood pump. The heart had a purple engraving and a slight glow to them. The arrangement of the possible lines to form a language was out of convention, after seeing what seemed to be something like writing just the arrangement of lines was indecipherable as the pattern was against the cognitive ability of any living Sentinents. Being dropped in these world really opened my horizons as every unconventional thing which I possibly managed to glimpse and each of it went agianst my common sense. As the matter of fact as of now I boycott my common sense as every thing which I will experience from here on our will be against it. Maybe the customs, tradition and know how of this realm will be my new common sense replacing my prior one down to its roots.
The sense of curiosity overwhelmed my danger sense and tried to peek at what inside the thing which ensured the life of such disgustingly large life. But I didn't had quite much anything with me which can be close to a cutlery or sharp enough to slice it. Then suddenly I took position as my hand pretending them as a sword. A wave of familiarity rised in my senses.
Slash
The giant heart was sliced just enough for it to bleed. Bewildered at the sight of what happened me slicing a freaking herat just with my bare hands just by a gesture of slice. The act was so child like just at the age when I imitated the Demon Slaying Hero Garmond and acted out his Purifying slash with a stick. Me acting out motion of blade strike without actually even holding a stick or anything close to it.Just what in the holy land my body learnt when I was in Grace. The blood seeped steadily in a little stream from the heart. Gradually it gained momentum burst open and splattered at my full body. After this I felt more cold then I looked at my body it was bare. Absence of clothings was felt I think my barely holding outfit gave up. But still the uniform was a gift by my only source of gratuity. I am naked and amazed by the size of my sword once again. Then I noticed that every burnt mark due acid healed on its own due to bathing in blood of heart.
After bursting open the heart comprised of big hole. Holding the source of glow of the marking. Inside the heart there was a shrunk pomel (watermelon) sized core like thing emitting warm yet heavy powerful lights. It bedazelled my brain compelling it to get closer to it. Then as it drew me in I walked toward it. Firstly I took a gulp of still lukewarm dark blackish red thick blood. It healed my throat back to default and nourished my impoverished body. Then I went inside that giant heart.
When I was twelve I often dreamt of winning a beautiful rich lady over with my handsome face by entering her heart at first sight but it never happened. And here I am entering a heart living my fantasies out but not in a quite the manner I imagined. There was too much I had to swam there. The core like thing was in the middle of heart held in the midair by vein like ropes. Thankfully the ropes arose from the ground too. Otherwise if that thing was levitating midair while me being in water with no plausible footing. That would have been something I would have me faint and drown right there itself. Grabbed a rope-
Shakeeeee
Suddenly a the whole half of corpse shook as if I held its vulnerable weak point. But paying no heed to it I climbed as the glow enchanted me and the extremely developed sense of danger didn't warned me. So there wasn't any possible danger. I continued my climb reached the core and plucked it out like a fruit. But it broke the ropes me falling happily in the pool blood while the bounty in my hand
Splash
I looked at the core the waves were strong and felt like I can eat it just the process of obtaining was so similar to fruit along with its fruit like shape and sweet heavy scent. I took a mouthful of it despite of sweet scent it was tasteless and there was no effect. Even then it was edible and I was hungry and it was already available so I finished it. While drinking a warm drink along with it. I had finished it and decided to walk towards the brain. As I started to swim back a wave of heat arose soon it transformed into unbearable painful sensation
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
My throat burst open due to sudden scream. The scream still continued as if it broke my every constituent of the very being I made of but the blood of heart was constantly healing me along with it.
Every muscle, every organ,every bone was restructured again and again. The pain was so severe that it blacked me out but the rejuvenation by blood of heart woke me up again. The scream echoed and reverberated the hollow corpse. Yet the agony of pain never ceased to stop. Only in this situation I was frighteningly aware of the accurate sense of flow of time as my barely conscious self kept track of every painfully passing moment. My skull expanding, my exoskeleton expanding and I was aware of every possible change made in my body. As my mind was functioning at all time high.
A span of week went by yet the pain persist I grew accustomed with the constant state of pain. Even shouting and screeching felt vain. My sense of self grew aware and for that instance I was constantly in dual state of constant death and constant life. My breathing which was arythmic stabilized gained its original tempo. So I sat in meditation position instead of being sprawled over pool of blood as a floating corpse. The reconstruction continued for span of one more week. I finally was free but I wasn't panting as I gained my composure early on. I swam back to the outside which was actually inside ahhhh nevermind I swam back. As I got up I realised something changed and when I inspected everything changed.
The first thing which I noticed was that the short sword was reforged into a sturdy Excalibur. The reflection in the blood showed that there was not a single trace of my sixteen year old self. My body changed completely as if I went under metamorphosis and exited it after being adult. My hair which were burnt due to acid were back to their original majesty. But my hair turned into silver white and there was not a trace of my hair down there. There won't be a need for constant trimming. But the absence felt disturbing enough to evoke a sense of dissonance. My body frame was more sturdier even my vision became more dynamic. The senses sharpened more letting me sense everything within my vicinity. As it was possible for me to sense entirety of half of corpse. My breathing became more calm and stable and not to brag about my facial features. They were refined to their finest form. And my body became more muscular and chiseled. It was so sculpted that I don't have to envy the so called alpha prime leutes for the physique.
As I was admiring myself in reflection my body started to shut on its own. Maybe the mental exhaustion took toll on me and even the reformed body couldn't handle it.
Thud
I went once again in a death sleep
Zzzzzzzzzz....