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Chapter 56: A Very Warm Embrace.
🕑 Added 2023-01-08 16:29:42 +0000 UTCHey guys sorry for the lack of updates I was very sick :<
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From the over a dozen hours I spent here, I have made several observations. Both about Priscilla and myself.
Priscilla, as a half god half dragon, doesn't need sustenance, and I figured out the reason with my soul sight. She unconsciously absorbs the energy from the air like photosynthesis. So she hardly needs to breathe too.
Second, she is very cute.
Third, she has developed a special ability called ''Lifehunt'' thanks to her *ahem* fucked up heritage. It basically allows her to drain the life essence of someone. The ability usually works through the wounds she inflicts which gives her vitality relative to the damage she causes.
But the scary part about the ability is that unless Priscilla consciously deactivates life hunt, the wound will continue to leak life. And those will be incredibly hard to close and heal up.
After a long effort of persuasion, I managed to convince her to cut my palm with her fingernail. Which she did so incredibly mournfully, probably incredibly hesitant to use her ability due to her upbringing. But while I messed with the wound I gave her some drake meat to occupy herself with which cheered her right up.
I looked at the wound on my hand. Usually, my high regen would close that little cut(my body actually regenerates while in human form) near instantly but the wound healed at a snail's pace and I felt some warmth leak from my hand. And that warmth was separate from the blood.
Yep, my very life was being sapped away. I can only imagine how terrifying this would be to someone who isn't immortal like me.
Yet I only needed to mix Umbra with great heal to close the wound instantly, it seems like my nature as undead and human along with darkness overrides lifehunt. Nice to know.
Fourth, her physical capabilities. This may be a shock to some but gods and the descendants of gods are naturally far stronger than humans. For example if I rated Ornstein's strength while using the way my stats are calculated then the result would be something like this.
{Vitality : 200+}(bastard just refused to drop dead)
{Attunement : 200+ }(he could chuck lightning for days probably)
{Endurance : 200++ }(His stamina massively outclassed mine)
{Strength : 120 + & - }(His strenght wasnt that impressive)
{Dexterity : 300+ }(I have no doubts that he could outrun small caliber bullets)
{Resistance : 100+ }(Wasnt particulary resistant against spells)
{Intelligence : ? }
{Faith : 300 }(Was able to carbonize my body withing seconds)
And these stats should scale to a higher degree thanks to his race. And weighing it in the same degree, I assume this would be Smough's stats.
{Vitality : 300 + & -}(Altough he wasnt able to withstand a supercharged Armageddon blade his corpse was still intanct)
{Attunement : 20- }(I just cant imagine him having any sort of attunement)
{Endurance : 100+ }(Impressive considering his stature but tires out easily compared to ornstein)
{Strength : 400++ }(Absurd physical strenght, I never survived getting hit by him never once, no matter what skill was activated. His blows shook the cathedral. I have no doubts that he could launch a small building with only raw strenght)
{Dexterity : 20- }(Clumsy and predictable)
{Resistance : 50+ }(Was getting significantly more hurt than ornstein when hit by elemental attacks)
{Intelligence : 10- }(Do I need to explain?)
{Faith : 10+ } (He worshipped gwynewere I guess?)
Smough was the textbook definition of a strength build. And when you compare Pri's stats to theirs it is massively underwhelming. I would rate her highest stat around 150 other stats averaging around 100.
And those observations have brought me to an awkward point.
I am both so strong and so weak at the same time.
Without using any skills I would lose to Pri in an arm wrestling match. In terms of raw stats I am basically garbage. At least compared to lords, I can still treat a car like a football.
Yet at the same time I was able to beat Ornstein and Smough at the same time THEN Super Ornstein immediately after. And Super Ornstein was a combination of the stats above that was divided to two thirds.
The reason I was able to do that was because of my skills. Mainly two.
Armageddon Blade & Umbra.
But I can't reach that power with just those two. Currently, even at my full power I probably can't hold a candle to what I did to super Ornstein. That was a one-off mode that was born from a lot of unique circumstances.
For I will call it "Apoleptic mode".
In that mode, I was basically an undying vessel of souls and humanity. All of my skills were working autonomously along with the humanings to turn me into an unstoppable juggernaut that was basically the very embodiment of wrath itself.
I don't even know what my body was at that moment. All I know is that my skills had molded it into a form that was the most optimal for using those two to their absolute full potential.
But even then my power was absurd. But using those two to that extent I should've died from the backlash.
And I did.
That's the scariest part of Apoleptic mode. Everything I have is used with the utmost potential. Even the darksoul and undeath.
In that form, I had the ability to completely control my undeath. Forcefully stopping myself from dying.
By my estimations and the logs I didn't bother reading fully, I should've died around 87 times in full potential.
And as for my destructive potential.
I will just take {Armageddon Drive} into account, my strongest move. Altough it kills me faster than what my opponents could hope to achieve, that form briefly turns me into a literal meteor moving at extreme speeds. And that what I mean by ''Absurd''.
What can you do against an opponent that is immortal, moves at the speed of sound, and burns with flames close to the surface of the sun? No much I can tell you that. Thankfully it is physically impossible to maintain that for more than 10 seconds without dying.
But it's kind of ridiculous. I wanted to get strong because I didn't want to get hurt any longer. I was tired of the suffering so I made being impossibly strong my goal.
Now I am strong enough to likely triumph over any foe in lordran. Even the gravelord should go down with less than 100 attempts at my current power level.
I could easily kill Nito, Car Seat and Spicy mattress within a week and relight the first flame.
I could fulfill my purpose and bring my miserable life to an end. A life with no joy. I can't enjoy food, can't sleep, can't even laugh properly. This world had turned me into a fine weapon for murder. A tool made for killing and nothing else.
After all I as the ''Chosen Undead'' am nothing more than living firewood.
How many times have I died? Likely close to 500. I have suffered through enough torture to break any man many times over. And as a result, I became this!
My muscles tightened as unbearable rage started washing over me. I wanted to tear everything in my sight apart. My teeth shattered from how hard I tightened my jaw. My bones creaked under the pressure I exerted from my muscles. The air around me became considerably warmer, the weapon forged to burn down the world responding to my emotions.
I BECAME THIS! THIS IS WHAT IS FUCKING LEFT! NOTHING! FUCKING NOTHING! THIS DISFIGURED HOLLOW FUCKING SHELL WITH BARELY ANY SENSE OF SELF IS WHAT THIS GODFORSAKEN WORLD HAS TURNED ME INTO!!!
Every one of my orifices leaked blood from how tightly I was holding myself.
I WILL TURN THIS FUCKING WORLD INTO A SEA OF GODDAMMED FLAMES. ONLY ASHES WILL BE LEFT. JUST LIKE ME, THIS WORLD TURNED ME INTO THIS WEAPON AND NOW IT HAS TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES.
My endless wrath was turning apoleptic. My control over my body was waning, this was me. What was the real me. Whatever was left under the empty shell was the embodiment of wrath itself.
I WILL B-
*Plop.*
All of a sudden I felt myself being tipped over and pulled, and it took every inch of my self-control to not every living thing in the 100-meter vicinity into raw carbon. And my body was met with softness and coolness that I could feel even through the armor.
''Are you alright mr. Undead? You seemed to be in pain. I- I hope you don't mind.''
Then I realized, Priscilla had pulled me down to her lap and set my head down on it, and wrapped her, very, very soft tail around my body. Even though I may be incredibly hot at the moment. Yet seeing my pain the first thing that came to her was comforting me.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, my body completely rigid from holding myself starting to relax. While she closed her eyes and lightly smiled.
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She didn't know how to comfort someone, but that didn't stop her from trying her hardest to comfort her first friend who all of a sudden looked so alone and pained. So she did what came to her mind. And it worked, he was slowly unwinding from holding himself like a stone.
She started humming one of the tunes she came up with in her solitary tower as she brought him closer to herself, wanting to feel his warmth even through his armor. Wrapping her tail around him. Eventually, after a few hours, he relaxed.
Yet he did not do anything to struggle out of the embrace. For the first time in over a hundred lives, he felt warm and comfortable. Like he was home.
Under the moonlit sky of the painting, Priscilla hugged John to herself as she cuddled with him. The usually frigid night in the painting felt warm to her.
For the first time in years, John let sleep claim his exhausted body and soul.
The nightmares didn't torment him as much.
And so they both drifted off into sleep.
Comments
James French
Thanks for the update buddy, hope you feel better
