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Immortal Wanderer

Hey, have you heard of a rumour floating around recently? I heard that there’s this girl walking around, weird, right? She walks and just goes around the place, no one knows who she is, no one knows where she came from. Hell, I don’t think even she knows the answers. But oddly enough, she never seems to age, does she? Of all the dragons, dwarves, elves everywhere, there’s a simple tale passed down from generation to generation. Of a girl that does not age. But... How did it all start? In this fantasy world, how did this person come to be? A world where humans isolate themselves within their walls, wary of the monsters that lie outside. A world of magic, a world of fantasy, but nothing seems carefree nor fun. Dating back to one of the greatest disasters known to humanity, the disaster where many deaths were witnessed, life was made. Living eternally, forever wandering about the world. Monsters do not attack her, no sickness plagues her, and time becomes irrelevant. Wandering from village to village, eventually, she comes across a group of excited people. 'Hey, take us out to the unknown, we want to see the world!' This is a tale of finding the meaning of life in a world where nothing seems to go anyone's way. *(Notice: The first part of the story is a backstory. If you don't really like the theme of the backstory, I understand if you just don't read it.)

Sumdud · Fantasy
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290 Chs

S1-170: Big Cat

~Babil, 6115 a.d. Day 171~

On the fifth floor of Babil.

About half an hour after Letha had fallen.

Letha woke up standing beside a stalagmite. She stared at it for a second before poking it, asking, "Are you alive?"

When there was no response after a couple of minutes, she came to the logical conclusion that it was, indeed, not alive. She walked around, staring in awe at the blood and corpses of monsters all across the floor. She made her way over to the nearby monsters, squatting on the ground and whispering, "Are you alive?"

When there was no response after a couple of seconds, Letha stood um, scratching her head. She faced Koda, who was simply floating by her side.

"They're not friendly," Letha pouted.

She continued on her way, humming as she walked around casually. Eventually, she potted some movement. A monster was still alive. It was disorientated and confused as it got up, blood pouring from its head.