(??????)
The air thickened as a person's voice echoed throughout the hollow chambers of nothingness, as the sounds of smashing of bones echoed in the nothingness,
The person's chains binded him to the ground, with his charred-legs drenched in blood, as now the ground was glittering with crimson mud, and the-sky with two crescent–golden moons towering over his head like a crown from above—far in the abyss. His voice came out ragged,hoarse and trembling as he spoke to ??????.
"Ah! This smell,... I want it,I want it,I want it, i want it, i want it, i want it, I want it, I want it, I want it" please I beg of you ********am"
He then sank his head to his knees, the chains rattling with every bit-of his motion as he tried to stand again, but failed as his voice now came– almost pleading....
"Lis..te...n, who are nothing in this everything, g..ive your everything to this madness, be unslaved, be unmade, and let it take you"
All hail death.....
Let's lose ourself in this madness—
As he began to chant it in every language, every dialect, desperately searching for it in the words, for the thing he wanted since being ********.
"Muerte... Mort..Tod,..... Morte, ....Dood, Död, .....Dauði, Kuolema, Surm, Nāve, Mirtis, Смерть, Śmierć, Smrt, .....Смърт, Θάνατος, Vdekje, Ö. Mir. , मृत्यु, মৃত্যু, ମୃତ୍ୟୁ, मृत्.....यू, મૃત્યુ, મરણ, ਮ...ੌਤ, මරණය, मृत्यु, 'Chi ba—, Kò̩sìkù—, သေ, ความตาย, ຄວາມຕາຍ, មរណភាព, Cái chết, 死, 죽음, Үхэл, Өлім, O'lim, Ölüm, Өлүм, Марг, Kemat.....ian, K....amatayan, Kamatayon, Pati, Fahafatesana, Kifo, Ukufa, Rufu, Lefu, Ikú, Ọnwụ, Mutuwa, ሞት,..... Geeri, Tamut, , Maliu, Miquiztli, Wañuy, J....iwaki, Lan, Mano, ᎤᏲᏟ,..... Ádíílwowí, Mors, Mortem..... Thanatos, Nekros, Lo....kh, Maras, Śm...ierćka, Döð, ....Nefas, Mati, Maut, Qabar, Fān, K . .atig, Kufunika, Murú, Morto, Teng, Hara, Veda, Fi....nis, Mele, Shibō, Ujash...., Ulomo—, Nêre, Bitti..., Maji, Zúm, Kùlú, Mortis, Dekh, Mar....a, Marna, Maranē, Hagy, Mortha, Qēl, Ölü, Mōra,..., Mautra, Máre, Maŭr, Vam, Heth, Neth...."
"All ha...i..l.... DEATH"
—as he laughed, seemingly dancing on the edges of his sanity.
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(Lucas pov)
I woke up feeling a little bit better than last time, the towel which had now gone cold still clung to my body. I forced myself to move, to find something to wear, as I could not let anyone see me in this state, if there was even someone,
Yeah, "definitely not!"
For a moment, I thought I would be zapped away to my world, but it seemed like the being or hell the mask or whatever it was did not plan to bring me back, and speaking of the mask, where the hell had that goddamn cursed thing gone off to?
And as I headed toward the hallway, muttering to myself about the rich lifestyle I was about to live
I pushed myself for a final time as I stumbled across a room with modern looking paintings that an idiot like me probably would not understand, and a cool wardrobe,
Just when I touched something that seemed like a handle,
Hiss~
It opened itself automatically, sliding from one end to another effortlessly,
Inside, I found a drawer with clothes arranged neatly in a rectangular slab,
Quickly putting on the black hoodie and pants that seemed to fit perfectly mentally,
I turned to check myself in the mirror to get a better view than the previous time,
Then I saw the mirror.
White hair, my hair had turned completely white, curling slightly around the edges,
I gasped. Weren't they black? I whispered to myself, and purple eyes that shined like amethyst under the sunlight,
But now I could not afford to waste time gawking at my glow up, as I had to know where the hell I was isekaied to, There were many questions in my mind, and I had to find the damn answers.
Quickly running my eyes through the room,
There. I noticed a sleek laptop resting on the surface of a desk,
"Shall we begin then"
I quickly pulled the chair and sat on it, as I pushed and opened it, the screen flickered to life. The moment my fingers touched the touchpad, a soft chime rang and text appeared,
〔Welcome Back, Raviel〕
Raviel huh. So this body's name is Raviel, the name felt familiarly unfamiliar in my mouth,
I clicked around opening a few apps, but one app caught my attention, ORACLE. The name felt very much familiar, like it was at the back of my head, but I could not place it together,
I needed to open it.
The moment I did, shock struck.
The homepage loaded, and on the top named trendy topics images popped,
I recognized them instantly, my breath caught. Nova Academy.
I stared, frozen, as I knew now very much so about where the hell I was,
I was inside my goddamn favorite novel, "The last Inheritor"
And most importantly, I am an extra character, which is both good and bad as far as I know,
Why? because I knew that I was not in any dangerous position, but more importantly, I was in a life endangering position, as this novel really liked to kill its cannon fodders in very creative ways.
I pressed my back against the chair, as I knew what dangers existed in this world.
This world had mana like any other magical world but was invaded by Abysswalkers born from corrupted mana souls in the Abyssal Realms,
And guess what?
They hunted the demon race first because of their corrupted mana and nearly made them go extinct, and those who survived mutated, some of them into beings capable of harnessing pure mana.
This was also the main reason this novel got recognition along with its fantastic world lore and character designs.
And being a nameless extra in this type of story meant one thing. DOOM. Utter doom,
I calmed myself down, and with a hesitant voice, I muttered the thing which would now determine my level worthy of creative death in this world,
STATUS!