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Chapter 600
🕑 Added 2020-06-15 23:15:31 +0000 UTCKk here we gooooooo
So reminder: next chapter will probs not be tomorrow, and will likely come out wednesday instead. That's all, so enjoy this delayed conclusion to the cliff from 598.
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I dont dream very often, and I never remember them.
Nightmares though? Those stay with me for hours after I wake. Granted theyve grown less frequent in recent times, as several months away from the front lines and two wonderful marriages has done much to ease my troubled mind. Still, there are rare mornings where Ill wake up in a cold sweat with visions of dead comrades, horrific Demons, and zombie pig-men haunting my memories, while Mila or Yan stare at me funny and ask if Im alright. Thankfully, I dont kick or scream in my sleep, I simply tense up, tremble, and sweat, but it still cant be a pleasant experience for my beloved wives. One good thing thats come from all this is Ive learned that Mama Bun is a genuine, self-taught support animal, who throws herself across my chest if Im shivering too much and nuzzles me until I settle down. According to Yan, this usually works and calms me down almost instantly, though Mila has yet to witness it since my nightmares are rarely bad enough to wake her.
I can tell theyre both worried, but they came to some sort of agreement with the rest of the family to let me deal with it on my own terms. I cant imagine nightmares are a rarity amongst the survivors of this hellish death world we all inhabit, and while everyone has been extremely supportive, no one has come out and forced me to talk about it, which is good because I wouldnt even know where to begin. Do I talk about reliving through my times in the mines, or should I explain about the immense backlog of guilt I have yet to process, from soldiers lost to truths left unspoken? What about my irrational regrets, like being unable to save Mahakala from Anathema, or not telling Grandpa Du about Panacea, or getting more people killed because they were trying to protect me...
That last one really hurts for some reason. Like, they all hurt to think about, but the last one hurts so much I cant keep thinking about it. I just dont want to get into it right now, as Ive barely scratched the surface of my guilt and anxiety. Sometimes, Ill be running from something unknown, or frantically trying to complete an impossible task, or rushing to an exam Id completely forgotten about, and the sheer terror is enough to carry me through the nightmare and keep me from wondering about the details, because my brain just feels like panicking for no real reason. Thats just how it is, and considering my history of traumatic events and mental issues, Im grateful things arent worse. The nightmares are simply a fixed constant of life, and Ive been getting by well enough with the support of my beautiful beloveds, loving family, and adorable floofs.
As for dreams, those are as rare as unicorns and double rainbows, unless you count daydreams. Okay, maybe less rare, since I dont think either of those things exists, but I cant remember the last time I woke up from a nice dream, which makes today all the weirder. I dont exactly remember dreaming, but I remember... doing something and having a sense of accomplishment maybe, with many other warm, fuzzy feelings. Still half awake, I bask in the aftermath of these good vibes and try to remember what I was dreaming about, but the more I struggle to cling onto the memories, the more they slips through my metaphorical fingers. All I can really bring to mind is the fleeting sensation of concepts I dont entirely understand anymore, but somehow did in my dreams. Its like dream logic, where everything makes sense, until you wake up and wonder how you ever got from point A to point B.
I remember I did something, and it worked because I know things. Knew them. I knew something about... Dio? It was me? No, thats not right. Dio Oxyotl Ribs and Nuclear Acid. How do you say that word? Nuh-cu-ler. New-clear? I think the dream also had something to do with Panacea, though theres a curious wrongness to the word now, as if I should be calling it something else, but I cant remember what. There was a table of periods too, though Im kind of glad I dont remember what it looked like, because now that I think about it, that sounds really wrong.
Long story short, there was a problem, and I think I tried to fixed it, but I dont remember what the problem was, or what I tried. It happened, then I felt a big sense of accomplishment, so I think I succeeded, except now I feel... empty, like theres a void in my heart, mind, and soul, and Ive just lost the greatest thing ever. I was warm, confident, and most importantly, happy, but now I cant even remember what that felt like, but the emptiness remains to remind me of the loss I cant remember.
Which sucks a big one. I still remember every last detail of having my fingernails pulled, but the greatest feel-good moment of my life was so fleeting it already seems like an illusion, and so unreal Im not ever sure if I really dreamt it, or Im just dreaming of dreaming it. If thats the case, then theres something seriously wrong with me, because then Id be dreaming about a dream in which I was unequivocally, impossibly happy, because theres no other way I can envision that level of happiness. Easier to inception the idea of happiness to make me believe it somehow exists, that theres true perfection out there, but it will always be out of my reach...
Inception. Or not. I dont really know what that word has to do with dreams, but it fits, so whatever.
With that cheery thought in mind, I ignore my throbbing headache and force open my eyes, only to myself enveloped by darkness, but no matter how much I yawn, blink, and stretch, my enhanced night vision refuses to kick in. Pretty sure I got that from almost going Defiled, seeing how no one else I know has night vision like me except for other, almost Defiled Martial Warriors like Dastan, Ulfsaar, and a few others. Eventually, after muttering curses about my malfunctioning eyes and grumbling about having to go find candles, I steel my nerves and shift a leg to slide off the bed, only to discover I slid the wrong way. The edge of the bed is on the other side, which throws me off since I almost never have trouble orienting myself in the dark anymore, but as I slide the other way to get out of bed, the world finally comes into focus and I shy away from the cold air and back into the warm comfort of my heavy blankets.
Running my eyes across my familiar room, Im struck by a certain sense wrongness in everything around me, though that might be the headache talking. I cant quite put my finger on what it is, other than the fact that its not the colours of the room, the texture of my blankets, the firmness of my pillow, or the physical arrangement of objects. Nothing stands out as different, but nothing seems right, as if Im looking at it from the wrong perspective, but not in a physical sense. Its as if this isnt my room, but an exact replica which lacks the homey, happy feelings I associate with the place. Maybe Im just not used to my new manor, though youd think Id have gotten used to the place after three months of living here. Then again, this is the first time Ive woken up alone in bed, which might have to do with why everything feels wrong. Im not bragging about my sex life or anything, since there are mornings when Yan wakes before I do and leaves me to sleep, but I can always count in Aurie and Mama Bun to keep me company, except theyre curiously absent, and I dont like it.
I was... doing something... before bedtime. Something important, that kept me out of the house. Something unpleasant too, which means Id rather not dwell on it, so I give up on going out to forage for floofs and roll over onto my side instead, hugging my pillow tight as I close my eyes and silence my tortured and conflicted mind. Part of me wants to get up and find out whats wrong, but another, larger part of me wants to wait out this headache, go back to sleep, and chase down that happy dream. Instead, neither side gets what it wants as I drift about in the unsatisfactory space between blissful dreams and waking consciousness for an unsettling amount of time. I cant tell for sure if Ive ever fallen asleep, but each time I return to my senses and open my eyes to the lonely, not quite right room, I surrender to inertia and go chasing sweet dreams once more. How many times I repeat my futile efforts, I cannot say, but since I have no pressing biological matters to attend to and no outside stimuli to spur me to action, I am... not happy, but content to wallow in this indistinct non-action, at least until the fog lifts from my mind and the world feels right again.
Except...
Shouldnt I have go pee soon? Ive been lying in bed for like... forever now, but Im as empty and unhurried as can be. Im not hungry either, or even tired if I really think about it, just unwilling to get up and face the day without a hug from Aurie and a nuzzling from Mama Bun. In the absence of modern pharmacology, my floofs are my, while a snuggle session with Mila or Yan is like methamphetamine for the soul. Well, without all the bad side effects of course, since drugs are horrible and will ruin your life, except for good drugs given to me by my loving Taddy and sweet wifey Lin-Lin.
Still unable to sleep, I shift underneath the blankets to look out the window, only to get the direction wrong again and have to readjust. My efforts earn me nothing as all I can see is the dark nights sky, with the moon and stars hidden behind inky black clouds. Maybe less time has passed than I thought, or maybe Im just having trouble sleeping again. Im no stranger to insomnia, though its been awhile since Ive felt its disquieting hands settled upon my shoulders, like an unwanted frontal massage with full on eye contact from the creepiest person in existence. My insomnia pretty much went away after... well, after Baledagh went away, since it turns out having a split personality does horrible, horrible things to ones brain chemistry. Natal Souls are really an incredible thing, but there are downsides to be wary of. While Chi appears endless in the Natal Palace, practising in there does come at a cost, which means my fatigue and insomnia could have been a symptom of overusing Chi, which is an actual thing I never knew about. No one warned me because they didnt know I had a second personality toiling away inside my Natal Palace at all hours of the day, and I never thought to mention how tired I was all the time.
Other symptoms of Chi overexertion are headaches and a fogged mind, so maybe I cant sleep because Ive been using too much Chi? Doubt it, considering my Core is in shambles, but like I told Yan, human beings and Martial Warriors use Chi or ambient Heavenly Energy far more often than they suspect, so it might be overuse of Heavenly Energy. Humans use it to regrow teeth, and I assume animals use it to live for ridiculous amounts of time, so what other inadvertent magic are we using in our daily lives? Hell, we could all be dependent on Heavenly Energy is so many ways and never even know it, like needing it to filter life-ending contagions out of the air or shield ourselves from flesh-melting levels of radiation.
Oh man... What if I never transmigrated, and merely reincarnated? I mean, what if this was earth all along?
...
Nah, that cant be right. Ive seen maps, and poorly drawn though they might be, it looks nothing like the world I sort of remember. For one thing, I dont recall any giant super-continents from my old world, and... well, thats all I got.
Whatever. Who cares? Old world, new world, same difference. The world still sucks regardless, so I might as well stop wasting time not sleeping and do something productive, like sleep. Or, failing that, I could get up and read or something, but Im not really feeling it. Even though its technically the middle of the night, any day that doesnt start off with wives or floofs is bound to be a bad day, so I just want to put it off getting up for as long as I can. I shouldve installed pet doors, but I still havent gotten around to it. No chance Mama Bun or Aurie will come looking for me, but maybe Yan will pop over for a midnight liaison, or Luo-Luo will try to seduce me again. The Naked Woman play, a bold, yet effective gambit. Totally wouldve worked too, except the Abbot made his presence known just in time. Then he did it again, the second time around, I was the one trying to seduce Luo-Luo, sorta. Man, that girl has some of the worst luck ever, getting clam jammed by the Abbot twice now. In his defence, he had a really goo reason the second time around, considering...
Oh shit. GangShu.
...
And Guan Suo!
...
AND PING PING! NOOOOOO!
Leaping out of bed, I pause briefly to make sure Im clothed before bolting out of my room. The unlit courtyard flashes by as I sprint through the overgrown grass and out the manor doors, which for some strange reason have been left open and unguarded. Rationalizing it as my Death Corps guards having been deployed to set a perimeter before I blacked out, my argument falls flat as I do the same after tripping over something hard and metallic. Thats what I get for running headlong into the night with faulty night-vision, but my muttered curses die down as I get a good look at what I tripped over.
Or rather who. Whom? No, now is not the time, this is serious business.
Pale face frozen in death, Kuang Biao stares back at me with unseeing eyes and lips stretched in a silent scream. Theres no mistaking his corpse for a sleeping soldier, as his torso abruptly ends around the ribcage, with the clean cuts in his dark, Death Corps armour indicative of a Honed edge. My knee-jerk reaction is of course to look for his lower half, but the investigation doesnt take long as I spy another armoured, Death Corps corpse.
And then another.
And another.
And still, another.
Hundreds of dead lay strewn about the fields, familiar Death Corps and Sentinels who died defending the manor doors. Dried blood, broken weapons, severed limbs, and putrefied organs help sell the picture, and as far as I can tell, these Warriors died quickly. Many died like Kuang Biao, bisected across the chest, and a bit of mental rearrangement is enough to conclude that whatever killed them did so as easily as killing chickens, slaughtering multiple Martial Warriors with every slash. Even Spiritual Weapons provided no defence against this foe, as I spot the remains of Tenjin and Tursinai lying side by side, with their shattered weapons scattered in the blood-blackened grass around them.
The further out I look, the more powerful warriors I recognize, and I slowly piece together the story from the clues left behind. Theres Kyung, lying atop Grandpa Dus frail form, no doubt dying in an effort to protect him. Binesi and several comrades from the Famed Fifty came up from behind the assailant, but it did them no good as they were all caught off-guard and killed in one hit, dying like chaff to whatever calamity befell them. Ghurda and Naaran led several former members of the Iron Banner in one last valiant stand, and whatever it was took its sweet time killing them. The aged, amber-eyed Naaran left behind a whole corpse, embedded no, pulped and plastered across the manor walls, while Ghurda, strong, sweet Ghurda, kneels with axe in hand, as if ready to surge up and fight again even though her guts had long since spilled out of her belly.
Following the trail of violence away from the manor, I head towards the pond where I last saw Ping Ping and continue unravelling this grisly tale. A massive crater in the earth stretches across the once beautiful fields, with bits of steel and bone embedded within the soil itself. Standing at the epicentre of the impact is Nian Zu himself, who I only recognize thanks to a shard of amour with half the Situ characters written across it and his unremarkable trademark mace sticking up out of the dirt. It seems he unleashed the Shooting Star directly at his feet, in a desperate gambit to take his foe out with him, but given the mess back at the manor, it would appear he wasnt successful.
The crater removed a good chunk of ground, but I move around it searching for more clues. After an empty stretch of grass and nothingness, I arrive at the exact spot where Guan Suo breathed his last, which I only know because his corpse is still there, utterly untouched and exactly as I remember it. The furrows of dirt where Ping Ping dug in to guard him are still there, but as I approach, a splash of vibrant red catches my eye and my heart stops in my chest. There sits a lock of Milas beautiful hair, as fiery as her personality and attached to a section of scalp. With detached dread and growing horror, I spot more bits of my wife dispersed about the grass, including two untouched legs lying beside one another and directly under her splattered corpse.
Something stomped her flat, probably where she stood, unarmed and still groggy from sleep. My wife, my Mila, is dead and gone, and I wasnt here to save her.
No, I was here, I just couldnt save her. Nor could her parents avenge her, as evidenced by Akanais cold, lifeless remains splayed out face first in the grass, with Husolts hulking form kneeling in the grass beside her, his grieving, horrified expression frozen in death. Mom and Dad are also here, their corpses lying just short of the Shooting Stars blast radius and only a few centimetres shy of holding hands. Mom died first, which I know because Dad left a trail of blood and guts behind him when he dragged his broken body over to her, but it seems his body gave out before he could make it to her side.
Cold anger burns in my chest as I turn away from this gruesome and heartbreaking scene, my grief and anguish given over to the fiery inferno. This is my fault, I brought this upon them, why did I survive where no one else did, these thoughts and many more tumble through my mind as I make my way back to the manor, but my singular purpose drowns out all the noise. Inside the courtyard, I spot the signs I missed the first time around, with Yan and Eun dead in a corner and the corpses of my pets tossed about. Luo-Luo and her handmaidens are also here, though not much of them is recognizable, as are several of Grandpa Dus students slash guards who moved in along with him. Grandpa really made himself at home here, but that was kinda the point when I invited him, so I really shouldnt complain. Without bothering to study any of them in depth, I march back to my room and take a seat on my bed before closing my eyes to seek calm. Thats more or less what Balance is, or at least, thats how I used to see it. Returning yourself to a neutral state, unaffected by emotion, but the more I learn about Balance, the less sure I am about anything.
But I am sure about one thing.
This is all bullshit.
You know, I say, once I feel calm enough to control myself and ignore the torrent of accusations playing on repeat in my mind. It amazes me that I used to believe your bullshit. Like, how gullible do you think I am? My words echo out into the silence of the void, and after a few seconds without a reply, I shake my head and sigh. Really? Youre going to pretend Im not talking and keep playing games? Real mature.
The dark room fades around me, and is replaced with a sterile, white room, so bright and nondescript it makes my head spin. Theres nothing to focus on, so I focus on my hands instead, until out of nowhere, I become aware of a kindly grandfather type sitting across from me. There is no chair underneath him, merely empty air, just as theres no bed underneath me, for this is not the real world. I dont know whose Natal Palace were having this meeting in, but Im guessing its not mine seeing as I havent been able to visit since I shattered my Core. That leaves Ping Pings, which has implications Id rather not get into, or this stately and imposing aged senior.
Why do all my enemies look so sharp and put together? Just once, Id like an enemy with a hunched back or is prematurely balding or something.
You look better than I expected, I begin, studying Zhen Shi from head to toe and taking in his elaborately embroidered robes depicting horrific acts of war, engraved jewellery fashioned in the shape of human body parts, and his silken, luxurious, and neatly groomed full-faced beard. I figured youd look younger. Weird right? I mean, I know youve been alive for eight-hundred years, but like... who wants to live that long as a geriatric senior?
The amusement drops from his expression like a sack of bricks as his eyes narrow in irritation, which is suspiciously transparent. Youd think someone like him would have learned how to hide his emotions better, especially considering how he used to be an Imperial Scion of worth. I dont know the details, but according to Luo-Luo, they dont hand out Shen Zhen (Divine Truth) titles to anyone. Divine True Corpse doesnt sound like the most prestigious designation around, but even Divine True Diarrhea would be miles above my station, though I have no idea what the criteria are for naming conventions. Either way, Zhen Shi is quite possibly the most dangerous person alive right now, which means angering him probably isnt the best idea in the world, but I have a good reason.
I have a headache and I wasnt feeling very kind. Also, Im pretty sure he cant directly kill me here, else he wouldve already done so instead of playing make-believe with Spectres and illusions.
The young and the foolish know not the true meaning of fear. Stroking his beard with a strong, supple hand, Zhen Shi sighs and shakes his head. No matter. Little Worm will learn this lesson soon enough.
Little Worm? Psh. Sticks and stones. Falling Rain thinks Old Fart needs to hear how speaking in the third person sounds pretentious as fuck. See how he likes it. Jerk. Now, is there a reason for this visit, or are you just smitten by my dashing good looks and rakish charms?
Quips and insults do little to hide doubts and insecurities, little worm. Despite the puffed up retort, the set of Zhen Shis clenched jaw gives away his anger as he smoulders and studies me close. A mystery, you are, an insignificant fly who irritates me so, yet evades death time and time again through nothing more than random chance and fortunate happenstance. Long have you been a thorn in this Sovereigns side, and for this, you, little worm, have earned some small measure of respect.
Gee thanks.
My next words cut short as his hand clamps around my throat, and all of a sudden, Im not sitting anymore. He didnt lift me off my invisible chair, its just not there anymore as Zhen Shi holds me like a chicken bound for slaughter. Your impertinence does you a disservice, so this Sovereign shall help you hold your tongue, while enlightening you on matters of importance. With a smile smug enough to be called gloating, he materializes a War Bond in his free hand and holds it up for inspection. While your ability to elude death is but a minor annoyance, this scheme of yours is vexing to the extreme, for its existence stands in complete opposition to the ideals this Sovereign holds dear. Finance and politics have no place in this world, for they are the tools of the weak to control the lives of the ignorant. Greed is a powerful weapon, so this Sovereign commends little worm for his clever innovation, and sees you in new light.
Releasing me from his grip, he smiles and waits for me to gasp and catch my breath, but I dont give him the satisfaction. While he was droning on about his ideals, I was remembering that this isnt my body and I dont need to breathe, so I could speak even with his whole fist wedged down my throat, through Id really rather not try it. Taking my invisible seat once more, I raise myself until Im just barely looking down on him from above and say, You have a curious way of showing respect, considering I just caught you making an elaborate illusion meant to drive me to despair.
What makes little worm think what he saw was a lie?
For one brief, terrifying moment, I wonder how much of what I just witnessed was true and how much was false, because some of it might well have come to pass. We forget because Ping Ping is always so careful, but she could easily killing someone like Mila whilst lost in the throes of panic, and I could see Akanai and Husolt losing themselves in rage while trying to avenge her. What about Mom and Dad? Would they hold back if they thought I was in danger? Not a chance, which means they could very well have died...
No, none of that happened. It was all made up. It didnt make sense. The bodies all told a touching story, an obvious and picturesque one at that. Mom and Dad, Akanai and Husolt, Tenjin and Tursinai, Kai and Grandpa Du, one or two such heartfelt tales of death and sacrifice I can believe, but there were just too many to have happened organically. Real life isnt so neat and tidy. People die in ugly, messy ways, leaving things unsaid and tasks unfinished. Even people I didnt really recognize had stories about them, and then there were stories I didnt entirely understand, like Naaran smushed against the wall. Why him? Why leave him mostly intact for me to identify? Why not Grandpa Du, or Dad, or someone who Ive actually had a real conversation with? Not to say I dont care about Naaran, but he holds himself apart which means I dont really know him all that well, yet a lot of effort when into arranging an artful death for him.
There were other things. The smell, or rather lack thereof. The shitty night-vision. Milas pulped body strewn in untouched grass, and, the most telling thing of all, the fact that I cant sense my Spiritual Weapons here, which kept throwing me off. Ive been using their position as a means to orient myself, and without it, its like Im walking around blind and deaf, which is incredibly disconcerting. Thats why I felt like everything was off, because Zhen Shi didnt bother to replicate it, because...
Because he doesnt know about it, or my night vision, and hes gotten so used to fields of corpses he completely forgot about the smell. Hes not perfect and all-knowing, and neither are the Spectres. He has blind spots, he makes mistakes, which means that even if hes a Divinity, hes as mortal as the next person.
He can die, and thats good enough for me.
Please, I retort, rolling my eyes with feigned indifference. Your half-assed illusions are barely believable, once you understand the game. Thats the only reason youve stayed ahead for so long, because no one else knew you were playing, but now that youre out in the open, your parlour tricks are mediocre at best. Like watching a soap-opera with ham-fisted acting and immersion breaking product placement. Once you see it, you cant unsee it, and while he had me going at first, I dont think I truly believed him even for a second.
Such disrespect, Zhen Shi hisses, and his hand darts out to grab me, but this time Im ready for him. No matter how far he stretches his hand, it will never reach my throat, simply because I will not allow it, and my will makes it true. Maybe he can eventually chase me down and overpower me, but it wouldnt change anything, because I am not here in the flesh.
Our little back and forth last longer than it should since Zhen Shi refuses to give up, but as the seconds stretch into minutes, my amusement gives way to awkward pity and I consider throwing him a bone. Brightening up at the idea, I sigh and say, Fine, while allowing him to grab me by the metaphysical throat. Happy?
Insolent worm, he hisses, releasing his grip in a rage. All but growling his next words, he says, But you are a talent who shows much promise, and much can be forgiven. Not just in the Martial Path, but in the tools of man as well, and this Sovereign has always been magnanimous in the search for Truth. Extending a hand in invitation, he says, Join this Sovereign, and he will guide you along your new Path and bring you to never before seen heights. Refuse, and this Sovereign will crush you and everyone you hold dear.
Taking all of a second to consider the offer, I shoo him away and say, Hard Pass. Tempting offer, but I bet you made the same one to Gen, and we all know how that went.
Hmph, Gen. Zhen Shis sneer drips with contempt as he scoffs at my refusal. A Heaven Blessed with luck and talent, yet possessed by such meagre dreams and lack of ambition, a waste of potential and promise. Still, not an investment entirely without return, for this Sovereign is nothing if not adaptable. Eyes burning with fervour and excitement, he extends his hand once more, this time as if asking me to take it. You, little worm, live in the dirt, and you cannot see the grand designs this Sovereign has in mind. You stand on the wrong side of history, for the Dog Emperor and his Imperial Clan are but parasites on the human race, and this Sovereign intends to remove them. You, little worm, you toil day and night to help the people, but while your intentions are good, your methods are flawed. You seek to feed, clothe, shelter, and provide for them, and in doing so, you consign them to death. The strong thrive, and the weak die, this is the law of nature, and what you do goes against it.
Sure, if we were all still dirty apes living in the jungle. Scoffing at how stupid Zhen Shi sounds, I shake my head and explain, Humanitys strength doesnt come from strength of arm or durability of hide. It is our minds which set us apart, and my flawed methods are indicative of that. Your Grand Design would have us down in the dirt fighting wolves and tigers with fists and fortitude, while eschewing bow and spear because it would make us weak, but you dont understand the heights humanity can reach with our minds alone. I do, because Ive seen it, and I wont let some power-crazed maniac hell-bent on elevating humanity into half-Defiled abominations ruin my dreams of indoor plumbing.
Im sick and tired of shitting in an outhouse. It beats shitting in a chamber pot, but it stinks and I hate it.
Hmph. Only fool who knows not the heights of the Heavens would dare scorn its power so. Waving his hand in dismissal, Zhen Shi harrumphs and says, So be it. This Sovereign sees in you the hand of fate, a tool sent to stop this Sovereigns grand designs, but fate is not enough. Curling his lip in a derisive sneer, he adds, Especially when fates champion is a broken, beleaguered child who knows not what he is meddling in.
I know enough, and Ill muddle through the rest. Seeing an end to the conversation, I decide to test my theory and raise one hand to grip him. Not his neck, but Zhen Shis entire body, held fast in a giant, invisible hand controlled by mine, and to everyones surprise, it actually works. Look at that, I say, marvelling at my work and enjoying Zhen Shis shock and anger. Im learning already. Positioning my other hand to flick him square in the nose, I add, By the way, tell Zhen Shi, the real Zhen Shi, that I look forward to meeting him. You may have been the one to cripple me, but ultimately, I cant hold a puppet responsible for his actions. Doing my best not to smile, I plant a small seed of dissent in case Natal Souls can actually take over the original, since it would be much easier dealing with this... Gen/Zhen Shi amalgamation persona than the scary, unseen puppet master himself. After all, you only exist so long as he wills it. I may be a worm, but you? Youre nothing more than a slave.
With that said, I unleash the godfather of all finger-flicks and send Not-Gen flying into the all-white walls, which shatter to reveal the empty darkness of the Void. Taking a moment to look around, I see and sense nothing, which is less than helpful in determining if Im in my Natal Palace or someone elses. With nothing else to try, I close my eyes and will myself awake, but when I open my eyes again, Im faced with the same black, unending Void all around me, and with no Ping Ping, Pong Pong, or Zhen Shi to send me back to my body.
...
Okay then. Might as well try again.
And again.
Andddd again.
One more time.
...
Ill try twenty more times, and then Ill think of something else.
...
Might as well keep trying, since theres nothing else to do.
Having long since lost count of which try Im on, I close my eyes, will myself awake, and open them again. Closing my eyes to try again, they snap open as I take in the darkness around me, and find that its not so dark after all. This isnt the void, this is the real world, with me back in my room at the manor. Rolling over to sit up, it takes a moment to register I havent moved, and that it takes a lot more effort to sit up than it should. Hello? I croak, or at least I try to, as my voice comes out dry and strained. Thankfully, I dont have to try again, as something shuffles in the darkness and scampers around on my bed, as if running in excitement yet mindful of my presence. After a few circuits around the bed, the floof finally slows down as my eyes adjust to the dark in splendid Defiled-vision.
To find an adorably pint-sized Ping Ping wagging her turtle tail on the bed beside me while tippy-tapping up a storm. Her smooth curves and anime eyes melt my heart, as does her furiously wagging tail, and I see before me the Ping Ping I met inside her Natal Palace, albeit much smaller than I expected. Hey sweet girl, I half-croak and half-whisper. Good to see you survived.
So still I didnt even see it, I flinch as another floof ambles across my bed, and I come face to face with the chonkiest, grumpiest red panda in all of existence. Rather than coming to say hi, the darling bandit bear hugs Ping Ping around the neck and glares at me in a fit of adorable pique, and it strikes me as too cute to be real. Are we still in your Natal Palace? Whys my room here now?
Of course, she cant answer, so I settle for a hug and nuzzle instead, and she finally gets so excited she lets loose with a chorus of squeals. Footsteps sound outside the door, and some seconds later, Luo-Luo sashays in wearing her silken nightgown and a tired smile. Shush sweet girl, she says, her voice melodic as ever, You keep doing this, and we might stop coming in to see whats wrong. Lord Husband will wake when he is - gasping in fright, Luo-Luo freeze in place before letting loose with a piteous cry of, Lord Husband! Rushing over with unladylike haste, she jumps into the bed and wraps her arms around my neck while driving me headfirst into her frilly bosom, which oddly enough is more unpleasant than it sounds. I think she wrenched my neck clean off, and Ill need a long, hot soak to smooth out the kinks. Youre finally awake!
...Ugh, I rasp, worried about the implications. What do you mean, finally?
Youve been unconscious for almost two weeks now, Lord Husband. Freeing me from her warm, bosomy embrace, Luo-Luo cradles my head and forces me to look her in the eyes, her expression a mixture of joy and concern. The Defiled have marched, and the war has begun in earnest. Rumours say the front line is readying to fall back, but whether they can evade capture before arriving at the second line of defences is a matter of some debate. Pausing as if unsure she should tell me this next bit, she bites her lip and says, Sister Mila, Yan, and Alsantset have all joined the fight, and I am unsure how they currently fare.
...
Well... out of the frying pan, and into the fire. I suppose a few days to rest and recuperate wouldve been asking for too much...
Comments
Tyrell Facey
Facts
I sincerely hope this comment was a joke, because if not... I can't even anymore
MagicDownUnder (MDU)
Its kinda hard to make the argument against enlightenment when walking taking nukes live in the universe.
i cant handle the amount of floof / filler anymore. feels like the plot barely moves 1 step forward every 5 chapters
Moonspike
How many times has he told powerful people to fuck off? And I mean that in a literal sense. He's done it with this guy at least three times now and he has spent the last couple of books dealing with the consequences of doing so to an imperial, and dealing with them quite capably I might add.
Vladerag
I desperately - desperately - want rain to get his core back. I love the financial stuff, but for Mila and Yan to be fighting and for him to be unable to help? The second hand guilt and frustration is driving me mad!
Stockmar
DEAD!! xD
wanderer117
Nah, doubters would say, that is not an ancestral beast, that is a red panda. Also that is not the turtle of Ping Yao, that is another turtle. You can tell because it isn't the size of a small house. Now if Ping Ping can still knock down buildings that stand in her way then maybe the second point can be disproven.
SugarRoll
Resurrection? Well, if there are doubters about him being the mother's chosen son, that might change thier minds.
ggpavi
I love this. Especially the part where Rain having a backbone and actual ability stand toe to toe with a powerful enemy. It's hard when the hero you like gets pushed around too much.
Rene Christensen
Wait was Rain manipulated into wasting time? That is evil monologing at its Best, well done
Love the call back to how he didn't need to breath along with seeing the results of his days practicing in Ping2 and Pong2 natal palace. Great chapter Ruff.
Tyrell Facey
U wasted all of ur rest time bantering after ur win Rain me boi
Andrew
Thank you!
I made a note in 596 for the recent upload, its cliffs going forward from here
My hands about to break from all of this cliff hanging you've got me doing
Aethric
This has very clearly become a story about floofs, so the only real cliffhanger is: did Ping Ping revive Guan Suo in his animal form? It'd be a little messed up if they found a random red panda to replace Guan Suo for her, ngl
Heraclitus
A POV chapter from noodle. Ssssssss. Sss ssss ssssss. Sssssss? Sssss sss, ssss sssssss.
M3gusta
So Ping Ping finally ascended like Pong Pong. Now they can finally make Ping Pong
From one cliff to another, can’t wait to see what’s at the bottom of this one.
