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Chapter 58: Maybe happy endings do exist.
🕑 Added 2023-01-12 19:21:15 +0000 UTCI was currently laying my head on Priscilla's lap next to the bonfire while thinking about my next course of action. Priscilla also really seemed to enjoy ''indulging'' me, probably because of her being starved for affection. I didn't mind it one bit though.
I would rather fight 10 stray demons while having no limbs than to not cuddle with Priscilla. This is the most comfort I have ever had in my life. Even on earth. Being with her just made me feel even a tiny bit whole.
I may not be able to experience that happiness but seeing her made me feel a bit better.
Alright, enough with the sappy shit, its time for what I'm actually good at.
Reckless murder.
Now my goal was to nab the 3 lordsouls. With the optional side mission of going back to the past to try my dammed best to whopple Manus.
Getting the 3 lordsouls is actually easier than one might think. With my strenght, I am fully sure I can get each one in less than a day for each. After all, while using my abilities would cripple someone for life it is just a minor inconvenience.
After all, I am basically an immortal ICBM at this point.
Estimating my attack potency with Vs wiki(How the fuck do I remember this but not my parents...?)standards it would be around Multi-city block class at my best and small-town level in Apoleptic mode.
What does being a glass cannon matter when you are immortal?
You die in one hit? Just learn to dodge lmao. Its not like your attempts are finite.
Even if I get stuck in a death loop like being thrown into the sun or something. Eventually, my fire resistance will get so high that I will be able to shrug it off.
Now that I think about it... Arent I more Doomsday than undead?
A very weak and shitty knockoff doomsday but doomsday regardless.
Now my options here are, the 4 goofs, Bike Seat, the Burning Tree, and Nito.
In terms of difficulty, it should be.
4 & 3: Four Kinks and Bed.
2: Seth.
1: Nito
Four-of-a-kind and nap time arent really problems since I hard counter both to the point where they are nearly harmless. Life drain won't work on me since it is derived from the dark soul and I OWN the dark soul.
And using any kind of pyromancy or heat-based attack on me is just a mistake. First of all, I have intermediate fire resistance as well as flash sweat, making fire attacks hit like wet noodles.
Then I have the inferno cape which makes me immune to all flames below a certain threshold and gives me advanced fire resistance on top of my intermediate one.
And then there is {Armageddon Blade} which grants me pyrokinesis and minor biokinesis. Alongside allowing me to ABSORB fire and control preexisting flame. Making fire below a certain level not just useless, but BENEFICIAL toward me.
I have killed coked-up Ornstein who could probably eat up everlasting dragons for breakfast, let alone Seath. In fact, I can maybe even kill him without breaking his precious crystal. Plus raiding his library sounds fun, I have run out of books to read.
Nito may actually prove to be a worthy adversary considering the pressure I felt from at his tomb. Along with his throng of skeletons to deplete my stamina.
But it seems like I will be laying the bed to rest first. I made a promise or well several. I have a sick girl to save. And one more to put them out of their misery.
After assuring Priscilla that I would be fine and that she didn't need to come(she wouldn't perform well in a hot environment). I chucked myself all the way down to blighttown. Not even bothering to cast fall control as my legs exploded on contact with the ground. And reformed with healing.
So did my greaves by the way. I'm not a nudist.
I made my way down to Quelaan's house. Completely forgetting that I in fact did not need to walk as I could just warp to there but habits die hard. It did not take over 5 minutes for me to reach her. Hearing my familiar footsteps she suddenly turned to my direction and gave a thousand amp smile.
''Mr. John! You are back!''
I knelt down and patted her head. Removing one of my gloves to do so. She basically preened under the attention.
''Hey, Quelaan. I am back indeed. And I think I have a way to cure you, both of chaos and blight.''
I got straight to the point, not having the social capacity to dance around the subject. The moment I said that she looked at me like I grew two heads.
She is blind how the fu-
But then when the gravity of my words sank into her she looked to be lost for words, maybe unbelieving that she could be cured. But when I placed my hand on the middle of her chest she did not shy away.
Closing my eyes I focused on her soul. I felt her insides and soul, sickly green eating away at her, as well as the humanity. Even if you were to keep supplying her with humanity she would probably die within a few months or so.
The humanity absorbs her blight it still accumulates. Instead of just touching her directly it's like putting the blight in cans and then leaning them next to her. And those cans might burst.
I need to cut this at the stem. Get rid of it all at once.
Sensing the blight and the humanities surrounding it I tugged on my soul and blanketed the blight with my own dark soul. It felt like I was touching one of those slimes but it that wasn't important right now. I carefully navigated with umbra cutting off the blight with surgical precision while sharing my vitality with hers.
The amount of trust she had in me to not even flinch as I touched her soul was immense. And I would damn myself if I betrayed that trust.
When all of it was removed I pulled my own back to my body with blight. Feeling intense nausea and searing pain as bile rose from my throat. Green veins appearing all over my body. But she opened her eyes finally.
''Mr. John you did it! ...Mr. John!?''
I was currently on my knees as it felt like corpse slimes coursed through my veins. How the hell did she handle this? But I rose a hand to stop her.
Because.
<Intermeadiate Poison resistance lv. 4> -> <Intermeadiate Poison resistance lv. 5>
The darksouls ability is to subsume. There is no way a simple blight like this could ever hope to overtake it. My darksoul directed everything in me to raising poison resistance as response.
<Intermeadiate Poison resistance lv. 5> -> <Intermeadiate Poison resistance lv. 6>
My body got better by the second, the darksoul subsuming the blight and adapting to it. The power of humans is to adapt and the darksoul is the epitome of it.
<Intermeadiate Poison resistance lv. 6> -> <Intermeadiate Poison resistance lv. 7>
The process was, of course horrifying. I basically puked my stomach out nonstop as bile, vomit, and blood surged out of my visor like a waterfall.
That's gonna be a BITCH to clean later.
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<Intermeadiate Poison resistance lv. 10(max)> -> <Advanced Poison resistance lv. 1>
Finally, I stopped feeling nauseous as my soul devoured the blight completely. And I stood up, lighting a small flame to turn the vomit to ash as I looked up to see Quelaans tear-filled eyes and angry face.
Oops.
''JOHN! Why would you that, that was stupid, you could've gotten hurt, I was fine enough, you didn't have to suffer through all that pain just to help me, what if you couldn't...''
Wow, that's the first time someone has been angry for me in my whole life, that's new. Exhaling through my nose slight I patted her head as her ramblings got quieter and quieter.
''Don't worry, I wouldn't have done that if I wasn't confident enough in my own ability. Now it's time for the chaos.''
She nodded sulkily as he parted her hair to expose her chest so I had better access. I made a point to not really stare at her privates, this matter was far more important. I got to work once again.
Chaos was ingrained into the very nature of her soul requiring almost microscopic precision as well as using my darksoul to mold parts I couldn't take out into more stable forms. The parts I took out were immediately consumed by the raging eternal armageddon inside me without protest.
It took over ten hours of intense effort but now in front of me stood a girl, 170cm tall with a HUMAN lower body. Completely nude though. Too unbelievably tired to care I just threw a blanket over her to clothe herself as I collapsed from exhaustion.
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James French
Thanks for the chap! Time to go help the biiiig bro after this π
