Isaac snarls, slapping his thigh with the sting, jumpstarting his motor. Isaac lurches again into the looming labyrinth of gigantic bioluminescent mushrooms and disturbingly large trees.
A Ritualist calls out for him to return. Much too close for his comfort.
In EAA, evasion was simple: mash the dodge button and chug potions to recover any damage sustained, but now, I NEED improvisation.
He skids behind a mushroom cap, and amber sap oozes onto him, muffling the Ritualists' footsteps.
Think like a player, not an inhabitant.
Wind Affinity. Two-Star now. What did that unlock?In EAA, each star tier grants something. Bonuses, passives?No no. It allowed one to cast Spells of an equivalent level at better efficiency. Obviously…
Right???
Oh my god… I can't remember shit… I should have spent more time memorizing this useless info.
Nevermind… In the game, 1-Star Spells were Beginner-Class Spells. And 2-Star Spells should be Intermediate, most likely.
Since those Ritualists use the same metric classification System as the Magic. They should have a vitality stat of 2-Star's. By the game's mechanics, only Spells at least Two-Stars lower could do damage. Anything less was futile.
Hah… Lucky me then. I'm just a 'defenceless' 1-Star bum.
A notification blinked across Isaac's vision:
Try your best!
"My bes—what? Shut up!"
He shouldn't have said that. A Ritualist rounded the corner.
"Found you~."
She lunged forward with a dagger glinting downwards.
Instinct overrode thought.
An image of a crescent arc formed in his mind.
His mouth shouted involuntarily:
"Wind Slash!" A simple Beginner-Class (1-Star) Spell.
"Huh? Wind Sl—"
The stolen body pivoted, fingers slashing downward, a motion drilled into muscle memory thousands of times.
The air itself tore.
The Spell wasn't Isaac's; it was a half-remembered from the in-game Spell index. But the body converted the index to reality. The wind obeyed. A bright green blade shredded the Ritualist mid-leap.
No scream.
It was a quick death. Blood misted the air as her intestines spilt out. The female Ritualist collapsed, twitching, as the interface popped up:
Gruesome… Nice kill! First Blood!
Wind Slash Proficiency: 1% |
Remaining MP: 84/250 |
The victory was short-lived as three more Ritualists rushed to him. Isaac backpedalled. The Ritualist notes the severed body of their comrade.
In that moment of shock.
"WIND SLASH! WIND SLASH! WIND SLASH!"
Isaac murdered.
Each Spell cast screwed him over, plucking guitar strings. It felt like bodily drainage. His vision blurred whilst blood dripped from his nose, a mix of his and theirs.
One Ritualist snuck up behind him and pressed a dagger to his throat. Isaac placed his fingers in the way, causing a deep knash yet pushing them back.
"FUCK OFF! OWWW!"
They crashed into a mushroom stalk. The Ritualist mounted Isaac and was ready to bring the dagger down.
"W-wait!"
Intent. Incantation. Invocation.
Isaac jammed his thumb into the Ritualist's eye and gouged, whilst the dagger was thrust into Isaac's shoulder.
Ironically, both of the combatants screamed out the same thing.
"STOP! STOP! PLEASE! PULL IT OUT!"
The dagger was forcibly dragged to Isaac's chest, nicking his collarbone.
Would that stop him?
Of course not, he wouldn't stop. He kept the squirming going. But at the same time. He had already theorized the next move.
Ow ow ow ow! Fucking hell!
Boom already, man!
"Burst!" An Intermediate-Class (2-Star) Spell.
Simple & effective.
The Spell detonated point-blank, and the Ritualist's head popped, exploded by concussive wind. Brain matter sprayed, spattering the other Ritualist in pursuit.
The backlash of 'Burst' slammed Isaac into a mushroom cap. Something cracked, ribs, perhaps. The concussive force caused his world to spin, worse than any blow to his head in Isaac's previous life.
Stamina: 4% |
Burst Proficiency: 1% |
Remaining MP: 2/250 |
The remaining Ritualist froze. Their heads snapped upward, nostrils flaring at a new, putrid stench. Then they bolted, vanishing into the fungus, leaving the battered Isaac behind.
Silence.
I won? Hell yeah! Fucking puss一
A low growl interrupted.
Behind Isaac, the mushroom he had collided with began to move. Its fleshy cap sloughed away, revealing a sac beneath. The translucent, veiny sac pulsed, filled with swimming shadows.
The rest of the Esoteric Kabbalists didn't flee because of their fallen comrades.
They fled because of what Isaac had awoken.
Recognition hits him like an ice bucket.
Bruh
Myconids, a mini-boss.
Disturbing their mushroom summoned poison-spewing bitches. They were normally a 5-Star threat and always encountered in groups of four.
Here, the odds were far worse. The sac split, and humanoid figures peeled themselves free and swiney from the mucus. It's an entity of mostly mushrooms with traits mimicking the humans it consumed, yet mouthless and studded with spore ducts.
More followed. Four more.
"I-inhabitant ID… M-Myconid's stats…" Isaac's voice faltered as the interface flickered.
Name: Myconid
Class: Adept-Class Monster
Title: -
Age: 55 (Biological Age). 55 (Mental Age)
Stats:
- Strength: Unreadable, your difference is too great
- Vitality: Unreadable, your difference is too great
- Agility: Unreadable, your difference is too great
- Intellect: 3-Star
- Stamina: 100%
Element Affinity:
Nature (Earth-Derivative Element): 3-Star
Poison (Water-Derivative Element): Unreadable, your difference is too great.
Mana Remaining: 450/450 MP
"..."
…Are you serious…
A Five-Star Monster while Isaac himself was but a withered husk, dehydrated and drained of stamina. All the more, being at the level of a Two-Star Mage at best.
The Aberration catapulted.
Isaac threw himself sideways with the remnants of his stamina, yet one tendril whipped his ankle. A numbing pain rose in his leg.
Poison.
Status Effect: Miasmatherin |
Shit, shit, shit! I'm gonna die again!
Unless… strategize… What the fuck am I thinking… I'll adapt to this.
In EAA, Myconids were weak to fire. But I'm Wind Attuned, stranded in a damp forest…
The monster surged forward again. Isaac scrambled atop a boulder as the beast brought its tendril down; his mind was racing.
Think beyond the game… Real-world science. That fungi… bioluminescent caps, some like the Sphaerobolus back on Earth, should be explosive in the right conditions.
If the kinetic force of 'Wind Slash' could ignite them…
"Wind Slash! Slash! SLASH! C'mon, man! Where the fuck is the SLASH!"
He flicked his fingers desperately through the air.
No arc answered.
For the interface glowed.
Remaining MP: 4/250 |
Tsk… Oh… well.
Fuck me…
The Myconids raises its appendages, all four of them ready to crush the ̴̢̥̪̠͇̝̤̙͓͇̟̝͍̥͉͐͛̈́̐̂͌̂͐̍͆͌͋͛ì̷̢̩̥̻̝̙̫̰̱̱͙͠͝͠n̴̡̰͕͙͕̮̖͕͈̮̦͖̦͐̐͑̈̑̊̓̍̽͊͌̄͑̒̚͠͠s̶̛̪̥̯̥̲̙̗̣̣̼͋̅̃͛́́̈́͆͗͝ỉ̸͎̞͐́̀̆͗̎͐̓̅͠g̶̛̮͉̮̦̝͚̤̎͗̆̈́̒̔̓͒̇͛̾͂̚ņ̷̯̰̫̲͈̖͉̟̜́͆̈́͐̌̆̌̎̍͘̕͠i̴̧̧̢̗̟̤̟̹͉̙̖̩̪̫̟̤͇̊̿͑̆̃̄̋͗͘͝f̵͓̊̋̆͂̏̊̒̐̀̓̇̔̋̚͝͠ȋ̵̛͉̤̝̖͎̥̬͇̦͛̆̾͊̈͂͠͠č̵͉͎̺͈̦̟͉̻̇͛̔̋͌̓͘a̶̟̹͎̤̥̖̯̪͊̂̊̃̏͌̿̈́̊̅͗n̷̨̝̳̖͉̔̂̃͒̆̂͆͌̒͘͠͠t̵̢̨̧̡͙̹̭̜͎̯̭̮̪̗̉̌̽̒̾̀͌́͘ human under them. Isaac dropped on his ass again, thoughts echoing in his head in the same way as his previous death.
Hah… I was so close to a childhood fantasy.
If only I were smarter, more perceptive, and easily adaptable.
But no.
Am I just a b̴̩̹̳͔̩̣̰̔́͒ö̸̡͈͇͍̫̼̺̱̥̥̤̳̤́͋͂͜o̴̳͍̘̿̎͒̒̂͛͑́͛̆̍̌̚̕ͅk̶͓̬̣͛̍́̀͆̾̽̓̇̅̉͑̈́̊̚w̴̳̼̞̘͍̄͒ȏ̴̰͙̹̰̏̔͂̉́͊̂͑̊̚̚͝r̴͉͔̆̉̂̈́̃m̵̨̛͎͕̯̰͔̙̤̬̥̈́̎̓̄̾̑̏̔̔̚͜?
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A rampage of p̴̨̲̳͇̟͕̭̻͎̘̏͋̀̒̾̆͜͠u̸͇̬̖̭̗̫̣̥̭̰͓̫̓͗͗̾͝ṟ̵̙̜̰̭̙̹͚͉̤̠͎̻͖͔̆̄̉̅͌͗̾͒̆̑̕̕p̵̛̰̮͖̖̘̙̱̋̽̽̏̏̏̑̕̕͝͠l̸̥̭͋ę̶̧̘͉͙̥͍͙̬̣̓̂̈́͒̌ ̸̢͖̫̗̳̠̺̣̞͎̌̉̽͑̏̋̇̋͆͠͝͝a̵͖̞̖̪͑̈n̸̺̭͎͇̗̹̫̬̦͎̆͊͗͊̈́̽̈̕͘͝͠d̸̨̢̛̩̞̱̰̬̺̈́͑́̅̎̉̀̈̏͌̽̔͐͝ ̸̧̣͕̟̪̘̭̝̀́͂͒͛̈́̆̉̿̿͂̐̒̀͜͠b̸̧̢͎͖̣̞̭̥̬̬͓̜̘̜̤͑̈́̂ļ̷̛̫͓͈̝́̀̃̍͆̄̉͜͝ȃ̷̛̹̙̰̩̲̤̬͎̫̬̒̓̉̍̂̂̐̽̾̇͘͘͝͝͝ͅc̴̜̞̖̝͚̜͔͐̊̀̇̾̓̈̿̒̑́́̈́̇͝͠k̶̛̥͓̃̔̎̈́…
Darkness encroached and surged in a rampage of form / formless power. A flash tore through the world, literally. Beside Isaac now sat the Myconid's arm, nothing but a charred arm, burnt at the shoulder.
Its body had been eviscerated entirely, not by fire, but by a singularity. A hunger that consumed and spagetified dualities of photons till they reach its maw.
Isaac knew this Spell.
Stygian Surge… From where…
Though… Not exactly this spell.
Stygian Surge SHOULD be a forbidden incantation of the Magic that drew from anti-matter. It leaves a gaping absence in its wake. In the distance, the Spell continued to travel. The earth itself was gone, replaced with a crater of warped, glassy stone.
But Isaac didn't know THIS Spell.
He could not have possibly known this Spell.
Could a Spell like this still be considered Fire Magic drawn from antimatter? A generic explanation of 'Dark Fire Magic'?
No.
Could a Spell like this even be considered a product of heat?
Absolutely not.
There's something wrong with this story.
EAA's Spells were semi-scientific…
What this is… Is nothing like the original game.
This spell was a violation of every physical law Isaac knew.
Because a Spell had just been cast where the energy of a thunderbolt had been compressed and forced instantaneously into the perimeters of Planck length before being expanded in a way that broke any known laws of Kerr Blackholes.
And wielded at such destructive intensity, there was but one who could have cast it.
The interface flickers again, its blue text warping into j̷̢̢̝͚̘͎̹̳̣̦̯͖̝̖̜́͗̋̇̂̓̕ą̷̛̛͚̺̱͉̗̝͙̹̠̹̪̍͛͑̓́͗̄̌͊̄͌̔̚͝ͅg̸̢̧̨̛̫̦̠̖̜͓̏͌̃̀͊́͗̊͂̔̋́̋̌̿g̶̨͔͚͈͓̗̲̀̾̋̏͊͊͊͑͜͝ͅͅe̵̛̞̖̞̺̘̝̖͖͙̼̹̮͋̿̀̀͊̅͐̈͜ͅḍ̴̿̒̈̈́̊͋̈́͆̍̉̏̿́̌͆̄̚ ̷̢̟̙̤̈́̓̓̆̈́̿̆̽̉̍͒c̴̨̼̈̇̓̅͐̽̈́́̇̒̐̐͘͝r̴̡̙̜̘̤̺̖̩̫͉͛̋̀͊̄̇͝ì̶̘͉̯̈́̎̎̾̎̂̋͊̍̽̿̽̉̐̕͝m̷̧̨̨̘̙̞͚͖̹͇̣͙̺̝̝̏̍̋̒͋̈́̊͊̀͝s̵̳̓̃̄̃͆̍͠o̶̖̾̋́̕ṋ̷̨̛̜͇͉̎̃̉͐̉͋̐̕͝
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F̵͖̈́a̴̱͝ţ̷͌ḁ̸̽ļ̶̚i̴̳̊t̷͙͝ý̶̦ ̸̖͌D̷̿͜e̷̛̻t̷̋ͅȩ̷̿c̶̙͂t̴͇͑e̴͌͜d̷͈̈́
Class:Ŗ̶̺̖̲̗̲̫͙̫̬͍̣͓̤̬̰̮̅̈́́̔̏̀͝ư̷͓̘͓̑́̌̀̏͆̅̐̎͆̈́̌̌̉͝n̷̢̨̛̛̬̹̯̰͖̞̺̣̝̰̭͐͑͑́̈́͘͜ͅ
Stats: Ŗ̶̺̖̲̗̲̫͙̫̬͍̣͓̤̬̰̮̅̈́́̔̏̀͝ư̷͓̘͓̑́̌̀̏͆̅̐̎͆̈́̌̌̉͝n̷̢̨̛̛̬̹̯̰͖̞̺̣̝̰̭͐͑͑́̈́͘͜ͅ
Element Affinity: N̷͙̬̱̦̺̟̮̦͚̭̜͔̥͔̖̪̽̉̈́̈̅̔̋̋̚͜u̸̻͎̗̙͇̤̺̓̚l̵̟̣͓̺̱̤̮͍̱͛̑̒̍̈́̏͑͗͜͝ļ̷̧͈̩̺̼̝͇͌̋͑͑͒͝ͅ
Mana Remaining:-̸̧̼̫͆̈́̈͋̎
Terror overtook him.
With no regard for his physical condition. Isaac fled, ignoring his rotting ankle and the burn in his lungs from his depletion of stamina.
Shit… Faster… Faster…
But the forest ended at a black veil. A domain of fog boiled around him, causing some mushrooms to shrivel, some to outright perish, and some to outright explode their pores in an attempt to escape.
The air thickened with metallic dread as blood rushed into the mouth and conchae.
This scenery was perfect for an entrance.
And so he did.
The fog behind Isaac parted.
Black Christianic robes with traces of gold hung like a shroud, centered on a necklace of a snake eating its own tail at his chest. His eyes are golden with crosses for pupils that bled to his face, marked by permanent golden tears.
On his left, a book. In his right. A quill. On his back, the projection of 4 retracting 12-fold rosette fractals seemed as if the components shifted immeasurably.
The beauty of a fallen angel. One can only describe him as God's most loved subject.
It was ironic. The religion Isaac believed in described a God who loved all equally.
So who was this?
The End of Distinctions and Differences;
The Anvil Upon Exstiences Beyond His Own;
The Amnesia of Everything Unbearable.
T̸̡̢̛͕͖͚͇̗̦̝̗͉͔̪͙͉̫͎͔̬͍̄̒̿̉̋̃̀͆͝h̵̛̹̮̪͉̰͕̖͓̋̀̓̈́̆͆͊͊̿̌̀̎̚͠e̶̤̦͙͚̼͆͆̋̇̏ ̷̨̨̺̳̟̦̝̻̲̦̗̻̪͔͊̉̾̇̀̍́̀͘H̷̱̱͇̱͒̅͗̂͌̀́̈́͒͂̒̔͛̒̎̓͘̚͝ą̷͇͚͓̳̫̦͇̲̖̜̼̰̜̎̊͋̓͜͝ͅṛ̴̛̝̼̮͉͖͈͙̗̭̱̭͚͇͕̲͔͎͓̑͐̔̅̔̑̈́̋̎́͗̓͆̑̕͜͜͝b̸̳̱̭̹̺̯͈̝̯̫͕̠̱̄̌̊̄̅̍̓̒͒͌͒ȉ̷̛̜̯̟͎͓̤̮̖̼̹͎̟̲̫̼̈͆̋̉͛̾̿̆̿̏͜͝ň̷̡̡͖̠͉̻̬͓͎̼̺͓̘̪̫̽͌́͂̇̐̈́̉̈́̚g̴̛̤̫̝̝͙͓̙̘͚̗̠̘̤̦͙̱̈̃̋̇e̵̢̢̺͓̬̼͕͕͉̜̥̱̮͇̤̤͍̖͌́̋̋̾̀͌̒̇̄̊̊̋̋̎̂̅̚̚r̶̡̲̘̲̖̥͓̪̗̬̯͚͉͎̰̩̦̯̤̀̀͌̃͘͘͝ ̶̢̡̲̻̻̤̟̭̱̹̖͔̠̳̅͊͜ǫ̷̧̡̠̱̫͎̠̥͈͇͎͉̅͑̔͊̀̋͂͛͂̔̒͘͝͝ͅf̴̙̑͐̉̄͐̍̃̿͑ ̶̹͇̬̥̙͖͖̤͇̹͖̪̹̭̖̖̝̻̽̊̏̆́̀͒̆̈̂̆͌̀́̚̕͜A̷̭̝̫̲̪̖̥̼̟̾̍̃̊̍̃͊̔̀̉̈́̚͜͜ ̸̨̧̗͎̦̤̞͖̳̝̈́̌͛̇̋̈͆̐̚͘Ş̴̡̯̘̪͉͎̹̠̼̭̞̩̘̼̟̥̠͙̽̃͂̓̚͜͜ķ̸̡̡̨̜̜̜͎̯̰̰͓͔̮͕͍̍͒̄̔̊̔̓̅̌͝y̷͕̩̣͈̩̗͖̌̓͌̐̉̓͒͝ ̶̢̡͔̥͉͓̝̱̻̺̰̫̮̱̗̟̓̒̽̔̿̊̉͗̓͊̈́̔̈́̈́̓̄̕͘̕̕F̶̢̫̟̘͙̱̼̥̆̃̇̂o̴̰͔͇̜͈͖̺̗͚̖̟̤̻̾̑͐̇̎̑̆́̔̈́̀̾͘ŗ̸̱͉̼͍̥̬̞̭̬̙̳͖̅͊̎͑͒́̽̓͠͝g̶̡̢̡̨̬̳̫͎̲̟̹̻͉̳̤̪̮͍̺͖̑̾̃̊̂̅͒̓̕ͅo̶̖͙͆̎̀̍͊̔̀̀͊͑͊̎̉́̂͋͘͘͝͠͝t̷̢̠̪͚̣̭̊̌̿t̵̢̢͉̭̞̰͇͇̱̝͔̞̤̗͇͕̼͎̲͒e̷̛̯̲͂̔̊̄̔́n̶̢̝̙̰̮̻͚̫̫̼̩͘ͅ;̷̛̛̞̟͚̿̊͛̽̅͌̽̏̍̽́͛̽̕͘͠͠ ̵̢̨͓̤̮͙̼̹͚̖̺̳̩͚̬̺̈̽͘Ō̶̢̢̡̢̩̬̣͕̗̭̥͚̼̓́̕͘ͅͅh̶̢̡̢̢̡̛̠̥͖̻̝̟͋̈́͒̓̈̉̐̐͘͜ ̶̛̖͐̀̀̀̄̚͘Š̷̢̮̦͉̦̳̺͓̹̱͇̌̀̈́̓͌͗̄̃̀̾̌̂̆͗͜͜͠͝o̶͍̍̕ ̸̖̟̭̪͔̰̭̱̤̗̋̀̍̇̄͋́͋͐́̑̚L̵̛̯̩̤̞͈̘̓̊̔̈́͌̽́̇̀̏̆͋̂̃͠͝͠ǫ̴͕̺͉͓̹͓̗͍̝͒͂͒͗̓̓͝͝n̷̲͙̬̖̬̗̦͖̝͓̑͑̂͗̋͝ġ̶̢̧̢̰̤̖̥̬͔͉̰̝̱̜̒̀̄̇̈̇̉̈́͑̀͊̓͆̚̚̚͝͝ ̴̧̟̘̭̯̰̣̯̺͉̤̪̣͔͙̞͓̝̈́̇͐̐̕͜͝Ą̷̩̳̩͔̥̹͖̳̞̜̜̤̜̙͍̙̳̮̙̬͊͒̋̓͂̽̀͌̍͠͠g̷̤͈̼͈̃̿̐͆̈́̒͘ǭ̸̢̛̜̺̤̹͉͆͌̒̿̓̒͗̌͗̊̚͠͝͠.̷̩̼͌̋̀̉̊͂͒͛̂̾̎̈̋
What the fuck…
Survival Instinct | is glitching out like crazy…
I don't see a single spot in my peripheral vision that indicates safety…
Shit…
Fuck. Fuck. How the FUCK am I supposed to get out of this?!
How is he here?!
Doesn't he appear to Act IX, if not Act VIII, at the bare minimum?!
How the fuck is he here?!
Isaac pondered on this as this individual.
Who stares at the dawn of a new sky?
This individual.
The final boss of EAA's ending. The man whom no player had ever defeated was a mistake from the creator, whose end could only be glimpsed through a glitch in his own summoning ritual.
"Ah," he purred, "That cheat code."
Huh…
A smile widened. An impossible and demonic exaggeration of human emotion.
"Please. It's derogatory to describe my excellence as such," he said, and the word that followed was not a request? "Begone for a little while, would you? I would love to have a conversation with this dear player. Without your… commentary."
A flick of the quill…
Wha一
I faltered, unable to breathe.
Hah… Hah… Hah… My head! My HEAD! MY HEAD!
What the fuck did he just utter… That wasn't any fucking language! No. No. Not anything that could be called words! The sounds didn't fucking reach my mind through my ears. I swear to God I felt them screw every atom in my body, bypassing sense, bypassing thought, and any known logic of pain.
My mind recoiled, unable to hold even a fragment of its meaning. Every instant was painful, understanding that dissolved the moment I touched it, knowledge that unmade itself inside me.
My skull throbbed as if the very shape of thought was being redefined.
It's as if higher-dimensional information, each infinity surpassing the last, was stuffed into a mortal finite vessel. It was the scrambling of information so vast that not even a universe would handle a nanoangstrom of it.
I could not comprehend. It was information from a place I never meant to fathom.
I can't stop breathing. This fear. This feeling…
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I've never felt this inclination to kill myself before… What the fuck…
"Forgive me for uttering such depravities. Is your head fine, Isaac? It's a pleasure to meet you."
What was most likely meant as a friendly gesture. But to me. An impossible demonic smile on his face. So over-exaggerated that any sense of this being genuine would be considered an incomprehensible idea.
"Y-you. How do you know my name!!!"
"Temporal Anchor! Inhabit—"
A flick of the quill and the interface shattered into static.
Huh… Did he just…
"Please don't involve another. It was quite the expenditure to get rid of the one tailing you."
"Someone was tailing me?"
N̵̢̢͎͇̜̪̱̥̫͉͉̹̬̤̭̲̘̹̟̓̔̅̊͗͛͛̓̐͛̊̾̀̂̄̚͜͜ủ̶̡̢̡̝̬͈̰̤̤͖͕͇̹̖̥̮̰̭̙̯̣̪̘̜̼̜̗̲̼̟͙͚̪̬͂͗̑̐̑̀̆̾̈́̀̂̋̂͊̍͂͒͌̈́͐̓͗̄̐̎̍̈́̄͆̓̊̈́͐͛̇̏̈́̌̑̽̃̕̕̕̚͜͝ǹ̴̨̝͇̙̩͙̺͍̜̟͔͍̝̞̱͕̈́̈t̷̡̢̡͈̙̪͖͓̟͔̫̰͉͖̫̫͕̠̘͎͚̣̲̰͚̻̜͌̇̀͐̏͋̀̀̑̈́͒̈́̑͋̑̃͌́̓̀̈́͐̈̿̂̾̏̄̒͌͒̉̆̂̈̐̀͂̃̉̇͝͝͠ͅȉ̸̡̨̟͚̝̺͇̯̪̤̠͎̘͇̮̥͓̤̣̺̘̞̭̲͎͎̝̤̫̙̫̩̭̳̼̭̦̦̋̐̂͒͆͊̋͝ư̷̡̡̡̡̛͇̘̜̙̟̭͍͙̰̩̟̝͇̳͎̖̩̳͎̪͈̹͙̘̦̻̱̼͕̤̹͌͂͂̃͑̎̓͊͋̉̓͋̊̚͜͝͝͝͠ͅs̸̨̢̨̢̨̢̨̡̧̡̛̙̥̙̖̰̬͖̳̖͚̯̹̞̼̘͚̹̝͔̙̺̫͚̼̰͓̹͖͙̣̺̰̖̼̺͇͉̪͎̐͐̅̽͂̄̍̃͛͑̓̔̊͛͂́̑̀̔́͊͗͐͆̇̈̐̂̚̕̕̕͝͝͝ ̵̢̨̭̺̟̲͉̜̖͔̮̳̠̟̼̘͇͖͖͎̙͇̊̋̈̇͗̔͑͊̽̇̆̆͌̏̀͆̔͊̎̒̑̇̔͛͗̀͆̓̀̔̾̅͘͘͘̚͝͝͝Å̶̟̩̣̜̠͙̙͈̩̞͇̞̟̝̣̇́͑͌̄̓͂̀̌̓͂̾̓͌͆̉̏̒̕͝͝l̴̡̡̧̧̛͚̩̼̥͕͖͚̘̯͇͕̞̘̺̞͕̺͖̝̱̬͉̟̦̘̲͔̼̋̈́̑̿̆̆̒̀̈́̅̽̉͛̂̋̊̂͑͜͜͜ͅţ̴̢̡̧̞̲̣̙̫͈̜̗͕̪̬̻̙̭̮̱̠̜͍͔̘̏̈́̂̌͑̂͑͌́̄̀͐́̍̚͜͜͝ī̴̧̛̻͙̟̫̫̼̰̱̙͉͎̱̮̗̀͗̽̏͋̄͗͛̀͊̀̆́͆̽̇̀̀̓͘̚̚̕̚̕͝͝͝͝͝ş̴̧̜̣̲͎̼̞͍͇̜̬̦̝͉̩͛̀͛͆̈́́̈́̊͜ͅͅs̸̢̲̣̺̯̝̭̫̑͆̍̾͂͝ǐ̵͎̂̾̀͛̈̆̒̄͒͒͛̒̅̚͠m̴̡̛͉̻̮̳̺̱̩͔͖̼̖̬͚̟͈̰̝̣͉̫̮̦̠͛̅̋̄͗͒̀̍̿̂͆̋͑͜͝ḭ̷̧̢̧̢̲̭͎̖̼̫̫͍͖͎̞͓̠̠̙̜͎̬͚̼̹͍̰̪̟̥̯̖̳̥͔̠̫̳̞̳̠̔̅͒̌̉̇̈̊̍̽̅̋͑̽̀͒̎̓͛͒́̓̈̈́̓͂̆͒̐̏͛̿͋̾̎͐̏̾̒̾̒̍̆̀͘͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅ laughed.
It was true laughter. The reverberating pressure of his uncontrolled emotions caused every bone in my body to rattle, near the point of breaking. Every creature in the surrounding area perished on the spot.
I wish they were I.
"Yes! Yes, there was, Isaac! You should have seen it! It was this annoying litt一."
"Hhh—hhhhh—hh—hh—Hhh—hhhhh—hh—hh—"
I can't breathe.
Fuck, it feels like every organ inside me wants to be regurgitated out…
His aura, his calm and friendly manner. That face. Perfect and satanic. It's all too overwhelming.
Please… Find something sharp, Isaac… A branch or anything sharp...
Stab my heart. Slit my throat. Peirce my brain.
I don't give a fucking shit…
Just let me die now.
I don't think I can take anymore of his pressure…
"Oh, please don't be like that. This is merely a friendly welcome for you, from an acquaintance to another," he bowed, "Ahem. Welcome, Isaac! To the Canonical M̷̢̨̱̬̟̰̮̬̬̞̞̯͈̦͍͚͇̃̓͜p̵̧̨̨̢͕͉͚̭̠͎͖̠̻̞̠͕̮̞̼̦̦͕͍͓͕̥͔͎̥̜̲͙̽̑̏͗͊̓́̚͘͜͝r̷̢̡̨̦̼͉̙̥̟̲̭͍͔̬̥̲̝̻̖͈̂̈́̾͗̏̂̓̍̿́̒̀͋̀̑͒̔͐̇͗̒̄̆͗̏͗͊̚̕̕̚͜͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅt̴̡̼̦̣͖̱̼̘̙̹̝̱̞̉̂͐͑̈́͋̊͛͒̉͐̏́͑̈̀͆͑̽͆̓̓̀̓̂̎̂̈́͐̈́͗̍̕͘͝͠ŷ̷̢̧̧̛̛̮̙̖̲̫̺̭͑̍̏̆̔̀̌̆̿̆̄̍͑͌̉̈́̿͂͌̓͋̍̀̑̈́̄̕͘͝͠y̸̧̡̢̺͓͇̠͍͈̘̭͕̮͍̱̘̠͍̝̭̥͖̗̖̘̣͇̰̤̗͇̱̜̯̪̜̆̃̀̀͌̃̍͒̎́̂͊̋́̏͗̑̄̿̆̆̈́̊͘̕̚͜͜͠͝ͅt̷̡̢̡̨̢̢̡͖͚͍̳̳̳̻̭̮͎̘͈̩̪͕̭̖̞̲̬͙̤͔̹̩̤̤̪̱̫̤͕̫̺̦̮̜͚̝͉͎̘̙̞̰̐̌̊̇͒̎̔́̓̀́̋́̈́̚̕͜͜ͅý̷̢̢̨̨̢̨̧̛̮̠̖͎͓̥͍̯̜̰̺̦̙̟̻̮͕̤͉̠͍͉̠̱͈̺̬̗͖͍̗̭̤̹̲̙͎̘̣̈́̅͆̌͒̎̔͐̆̅͂͗͋͊̓̅̈́͌̇́̿̄͐̾̄͋̇̿̔̋̄̏̆̽̆͋͊̊̇͘͜͜͝ͅr̴̛̺̟͓̬̙̜̣͓̰̙̥͂̎̎́͑̊̄̀̿̈́͛̌͛́̾͌̽͗̂͗̑̐ Ending of 'T̴̢̧̼͉̘̥̜̻̤͇̤͖̮̦̰̙͖̆́̏̐̋͑́́̚͝ḣ̷̨̢͈̮̖̘̖͈̼̹͚̩͉͎̳̉͝i̷̥̱͔̝̼̓͊̋̌̒̎͑̽̊̒̽̂͘̕ş̶͚͙̮̝̬͔͓̪͖̘͓̆͊͘ ̴̛̠̫̼̺̙͕͐̃̑̄̽̎̐́̂́́͘͠͠͠Ẁ̶̨̡̙̲̭̹̼̰̞̼̼͙̎̀̍͐͆͂̋̉͗̕o̸̻̟̣͓̩̿̚͘͠r̸̢̢̧̭̞̬̥̳̊͐l̸̢̙͓̥̼̘̬̬̠̏͆̄̇͊͋̌͐͋̊͊̃͗̊͘̕͠d̸͖̞̔'. I am sure I'll see you the next time we meet.
To a new file!"
The last thing I saw was the book's closure.
Then… Nothing.
Pitch black again.
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| You have died: 1st Count |
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