Robert Vlaho
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[1% LIFESTEAL BOOK 3 START] Chapter 103 - Silver Heart’s Resurrection!? 4 Found Dead!
🕑 Added 2024-08-07 18:39:19 +0000 UTC[Author's Note]
I'm back baby, les goooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Feeling rested and like a new man. Took me a bit longer to get started because I had to wrap up book 2 and put my ducks in a row for book 3, but now that I'm back, I'm ready for Freddy, baby.
Hope y'all enjoy!
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Snow trickled from the overcast, gloomy sky, gathering atop the evergreen branches of tall trees and covering the forest's surface. It was a quiet November day near a small settlement a week north of Nova York.
But deep within the forest, there was a disturbance.
There stood a muscular, shirtless man in his underwear, shivering in the frigid snow as his titan grip wrapped around a large rock. Blood trickled down his torso, dying the pearly snow crimson as he slammed the stone in his face over and over.
The man extracted a small fleshy blob from a storage ring and started beating it. His face healed with every blow, and not too long after, he crawled to a small nearby pond.
His fist crushed the surface layer of ice. He scooped a bit of water with his hands and washed the blood off his face, cursing and shouting at the discomfort the cold was causing him.
He’d have thought that with all the suffering he’d gone through, a bit of cold would be no problem, but nope, even with all his pain tolerance, he could barely handle it. His fingers were numb; his body was frigid. While his healing could undo the damage, it couldn’t heat him up. And he’d been out butt naked in the cold for nearly an hour.
He used a burst of essence to settle the water into a mirror-like surface and finally took a look at himself.
Freddy checked at his healed face and growled in anger as he punched the soil. “It's too fucking cold for this shit…”
Around a week had passed since he started his journey away from Nova York.
Not too far from where he was abusing himself, there was a pile of all his stuff. It was mostly just his clothes, but there was a newspaper on the ground right beside it.
Silver Heart’s Resurrection!? 4 Found Dead!
That was the title of the front-page article.
The phrasing of the title was intentionally scandalous to attract attention. No, Silver Heart didn’t come back to life. The culprit of those murders was Freddy, and his face was plastered right on the front page.
Apparently, Jacob had told his father something about “Silver Heart transferring his consciousness,” and while nobody was actually taking the comment seriously, the newspaper made it seem like Freddy was the reincarnation of Silver Heart himself. Typical media bullshit.
Unfortunately, the damage had been done.
A new ID would no longer be enough to get away.
He had to go a step further than that.
Walking back over to the giant rock, he continued smashing his face in. Then, he healed it again.
Once more, he found no difference. “Fuck!” he screamed.
There was no real reason for him to believe that doing this would help him change his facial structure. He was just desperate. Without Sophia’s help, there was practically nothing he could do to—
His eyes shot open slightly.
No.
There was one thing he could always do.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he called on his trusty companion. “Bloodshed.”
The ring on his finger shone with a sinister glow, and not long after, his beloved skeleton was out.
“What is it, Master?” it asked.
“We have to go find a construct,” he said. “As long as it can manipulate life essence, it will do. We’ll find a way to make it cooperate.”
Bloodshed nodded and dove into the Netherecho.
Their cooperative search lasted for hours. Finding a life-affinity ether construct wasn’t the hard part—finding one they could convince to help them was the main problem.
Eventually, they stumbled upon their desired target.
Standing at around 2 feet tall was a red remnant with a head in the shape of a heart. It acted shy, hiding whenever anything looked at it. “Are you going to hurt me?” it asked, running to hide behind a nearby tree.
“No,” Freddy said, talking through his little reaper projection. “I have a deal for you if you’re willing to do me a favor.”
The remnant was hesitant. Its concept was that of vitality, not a rare life remnant to see.
Freddy made it a simple offer—he and Bloodshed would supply it with enough ether to turn it into a spirit, and all it had to do in return was help reshape Freddy’s face once able to step into the real world.
It was incredibly hesitant, but after repeated coaxing, Freddy finally managed to phrase the offer in a way that pleased it. Apparently, he had to prove that he could heal from any damage that Vitality might inadvertently do because it simply wouldn’t agree to cause harm of any kind.
Feeding a remnant enough ether to turn it into a spirit wasn’t an easy task. Not only did it take a lot of ether, but it also required a degree of connection to their concept. Thankfully, the presence of Freddy’s body, which was bursting with vitality, was more than enough of a push. Within just three hours, Vitality stood in the real world, guiding its power to reconstruct Freddy’s facial features.
Many people went after spirits to try forging deals with them, most often related to healing. Naturally, that was a batshit insane healthcare option reserved for the most desperate people society had to offer, and Freddy wouldn’t dare try it without Bloodshed’s protection.
Vitality did a pretty decent job, all things told.
Sure, Freddy looked like one hell of an ugly motherfucker, but after a round of healing, his features were corrected, settling on a brand new face.
With trepidation, he looked at the final result.
Standing over the small pond, he took a look at himself.
He threw up into the water.
The change caused by his ascension was one thing. While it did change his looks substantially, it was in a way that felt rather natural. His face still felt familiar, just prettier.
This was different.
It was like looking into a complete stranger's eyes.
And there was no way to revert the change now that it was done.
After finally gathering the bravery, he finally took another look at himself.
His brow was much harder now, with a permanent frown chiseled into his forehead. His already somewhat intimidating gaze was now threatening, with tall cheekbones, a sharp nose, and a jawline that made him look like he could drink concrete through a straw.
Combined with his intimidating stature, it made him look genuinely horrifying. If he saw himself out on the street at night, he’d probably start walking faster.
He wouldn’t call himself ugly by any means, but he was certainly less beautiful now. His rugged, excessively masculine look was still handsome, though. He would eventually come to terms with it.
There was no time to ponder the body horror he had just experienced. It was time to get moving.
He put his clothes back on. Unfortunately, he hadn’t yet purchased clothing appropriate for this weather. The short-sleeve white T-shirt and blue jeans were way too thin.
By the time he finished his hike back to the nearby town, his skin was blue from the cold.
For the time being, he was safe. Nobody would recognize him. That being said, he was still in trouble. He needed a new ID, and pulling the same trick as last time would be much more difficult, given that he was at the peak of his second star.
The first thing he did was walk into a cafe and order a warm drink.
It was a nice little place, with decor on the modern side, and plenty of young folk sitting around. The waiter looked at him asconce, probably thinking something along the lines of “What kind of motherfucker wears shit like that in this weather?”
To be fair, he absolutely looked like someone who would go out in the snow wearing cargo shorts and a wife beater. Hell, he looked like he’d put rusty nails in his shoes just to make sure he was never comfortable.
With a cup of warm coffee in his hand, he finally felt relaxed enough to think straight.
What were his options?
First, he absolutely needed a new ID. Without an ID, he couldn’t do… anything, really. No bank account, no delving, no property—in summary, no participating in society.
His first cup of joe went down a bit too quickly, so he ordered a second one. Before long, that one was gone, too. By his fifth caffeine shot, it was no longer relaxing him.
Frankly, his situation was roughly a million times worse than the last time he needed an ID. What was he going to say, “Oh, I waited until I was a peak two-star to update my ID?” Even if he found a government employee dumb enough to buy that, where the fuck was he going to find an ID lookalike?
Literally nobody looked like he did at that moment! He looked like he had two Y chromosomes! If you multiplied man by man he’d pop out as the answer!
His only real option was to get a two-star ID and then… get plastic surgery, maybe? That could theoretically work, but if he wanted that surgery to be recorded, he needed to offer an ID, leaving him in a Catch-22 situation.
Besides, just the mere act of getting plastic surgery would probably put him on some sort of watchlist.
“Wait…”
Could he… Could he try to register as Freddy Stern?
That sounded like a god-awful idea. He lacked proof that he was… well… himself, and he absolutely didn’t want the Kraven Clan to catch wind of him.
Sighing, he buried his face in his palms.
How was he going to get out of this one?
As soon as he had the thought, the cafe's doors opened, and three police officers stepped in. They all wore heavy uniforms, and from a cursory inspection, they were one-stars, meaning that they were in the civilian division.
For a brief moment, he saw one of them elbow another and nod in Freddy’s direction, to which the other two officers looked over at him. They kept a hard gaze on him for a few moments but wisely decided to leave him alone.
They sat at the bar, and Freddy finally relaxed.
For the time being, he was stuck.
… Well, there was one option he hadn’t considered.
The area on the border between the American Empire and the Frozen Wastes was known as quite problematic.
The Northern Spine mountain range that ran across the entire length of what used to be Canada had for a long time acted as the border. Tragically, most of the Canadian people, especially those who got caught on the other side of the Northern Spine, died in the extremely harsh conditions of the early post-rift era.
But with time, new settlements started cropping up on the other side, mostly populated by those who wanted a bit less… oversight by the empire.
This gave birth to the Northern Belt—a border area notorious for crime and internal conflict.
Usually, such areas would be struck down by the empire.
But this was a special case.
The Frozen Wastes were a truly massive area, connecting all the way across the Arctic to the Eurasian continent. Needless to say, the number of wild passages scattered through this place was practically uncountable.
Thus, there was a near-constant trickle of monsters migrating toward the American Empire.
The Northern Spine mountain range was a natural barrier against these monsters, but it didn’t hurt having settlements on the other side. It was an appealing place for those who liked playing dirty, and the empire was all too happy to send them on their merry way to tame more land for them.
There was just one small catch—the entire area along the Northern Spine mountain range was heavily militarized. Going to the Northern Belt was easy. They let anyone who wanted to go there through no problem. Of course, as long as they had an ID.
The main issue was coming back from there. Well, they would probably let three-stars through, but even then, not without a catch.
While it would no doubt be easy to find a corrupt government office or two in the Northern Belt, moving to live there was something Freddy didn’t want to do.
Or… Or did he?
There was one thing that the Northern Belt was also notorious for—there were practically no lords living there. Everyone who made it to the fourth star was almost immediately recruited by the empire and brought back, most likely as a countermeasure against those who might plot a coup or try to become independent from the empire.
While going there would no doubt be a surefire way to get himself into trouble, wasn’t it kind of an upgrade compared to most other places?
At the very least, he wouldn’t have to be afraid of a lord coming after him. Three-stars were by no means easy opponents, but he wasn’t that far from getting to the third star himself.
At that point, wouldn’t he be the safest in a place without four-stars?
A big pro for sure, but there was a massive con—that place fucking sucked. Even without the people to threaten him, there was always the endless stretch of land crawling with horrors that were probably even worse.
Sighing, he got up, paid his bill, and walked out into the cold afternoon.
He was in a rather small town, so there were no huge buildings blotting out the sky. The pale, depressing white of the cold expanse above shone down on him with an uncaring light, doing nothing to ease his dilemma.
What did he want?
He wanted a good life. He wanted fun. He wanted to become rich and famous.
If there was one thing he’d learned, it was that this life wouldn’t come cheap. He had to fight for it and make sacrifices. He caught a glance of his new face in the window of a small shop.
It was sickening. To think it had been that easy to just… become someone else. But then again, wasn’t that proof of his resolve? Casting away his face was something that hurt him more than he expected, but it was also a move that saved him a lot of trouble.
Sighing again, he shriveled up and put his hands in his pocket. “God, it’s so fucking cold!”
Just that alone was almost enough to dissuade him from going anywhere where he had to tolerate weather like this.
For the time being, he didn’t have to make a choice. There were at least a hundred settlements between where he was and the Northern Belt. Maybe, just maybe, something along the trip would pop up and solve his problem for him.
He spent the rest of that day walking around and finding places to stay warm until his next bus arrived. Then, when the bus was there, he boarded it and traveled to the next town.
Over and over, he looked for places to stay warm and tried sniffing out a solution for his issue. And with every new stop, the more certain he became.
The days of travel became weeks of travel. The winter became more bitterly cold, but with time and a lot of Adaptive Water Body use, he finally started to kind of tolerate it.
And after a month and a half of living on the road, he finally spotted the horizon-shaping chain of gigantic mountains.
Without an ID, there was only one way he was getting to the other side.
He left the final bus and couldn’t stop a smirk from quirking up his lips. “Man, I hope the damn army doesn’t catch me,” he said as he started his trek out of town.
It was time for a mountain hike.
Comments
atgongumerki
so the only reason he does not go back to being Freddy Stern publicly is already solved, and he just has to wait until finding out to solve all his problems and well given his history, hiding until news of Kraven Clan being destroyed reaching him until coming out as ... well himself is reasonable even if he shows up as a peak 3 star
Robert Blaise
The main problem there is that reforming someones face to look specifically just like someone else would require supreme-quality healing, otherwise his talent would mess it up. But it's not a horrible idea, barring the fact that his body would also need some modofying
Alex
Not what I mean. He is stressing because he can't get plastic surgery to look like a potential new fake ID. But he already changed his face with a life spirit once. I dont get why he can't use a life spirit again to make himself look like whatever ID he buys.
Robert Blaise
That's more less exactly what he did
Robert Blaise
I mean
Alex
Couldn't he just get a life spirit to do plastic surgery on him? They wouldn't register it
Hassan Sarwat
Thank you for the chapter, happy to have you back
Robert Blaise
Not much of a way to keep up with that lol. The American Empire is massive, and with all the shit that happens, hard to find information on some middling clan.
Kevin McGuire
Welcome back 🎉🥳
BrandyLeeT
Thanks for the chapter. Quick question does Freddy bother with keeping up with news about the kraven clan? Pretty sure what Mark did sould be newsworthy ;)
kiwi
So would you say that Freddy now looks like... Freddy Fazbear?
Robert Blaise
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Dembed
You beautiful bastard, you are back, aaaaaaaaa, Let's goooo
Lyncher98
Tftc
Robert Blaise
:D
Robert Blaise
Pretty much yes LOL
Robert Blaise
Thank you for reading it!
Gio
So, he looks like Gigachad xD
Logan
Thanks for the chapter
Ihsan Gunay
Couldn’t have gotten better news right now
Ihsan Gunay
🎉🎉🎉
