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On the Other Side of Fate's Shackles

Waking up after the accident, I found myself in a world where everything familiar to me was gone: blue sky, sun, green grass, and so on. Instead, there was an endlessly gray sky, black sand everywhere, and a forest of dead trees stronger than any rock. My body was as black as coal and covered in wounds... All of this made me think that I had entered another world, where I had become an unattractive undead. I would have laughed if there had been a god, a princess, or a great entity next to me. However, looking around, I saw no one. I was alone in this dead world. I also noticed that saying the magical word "System" caused me excruciating pain. But this was my chance to fulfill my desires. I wanted to become a necromancer, and what I found lying in the sand would help me achieve that.

Vallynor · Fantasy
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100 Chs

Soul Experiment Gone Wrong

He held the soul in both physical hands and two hands of the soul, not letting it escape. While he tried to somehow touch and find out what these memory fragments contained.

But no matter what he did, nothing worked for Vallynor. He had only spoiled souls in vain. Looking at the old woman, and then at the paw, which still held enough souls for testing. Tired morally, he took another soul in his hands, which screamed and begged for mercy.

While he tried to learn more about the soul, he had heard enough from these souls: cries for mercy and so on. He even heard threats from a few. And this young lady was also one of those minorities.

At first, she begged for forgiveness and to be released. But realizing that everything was useless, she began to threaten that her family would not leave everything as it was, and so on. While he thought about what experiment to do to make her suffer a little longer, he wondered: how can he understand what she is saying? After all, how do I know she is not from this world? Her words and accent are still unfamiliar to me.

But still, I can understand what she is saying.

Pondering, he took another soul in his other hand of the soul. As always, she began to beg and so on. After looking for a few seconds, he lowered it. The soul became free and began to move here and there, expressing joy, as he could only imagine. But he didn't hear a single word. Catching the soul before it went too far, Vallynor, like a cat, pounced on his prey. Once he wanted to find out what would happen to a soul if he let it go for the sake of interest. It didn't even take ten seconds for the book to devour it.

When the soul was caught again, she began to curse indignantly. This greatly annoyed Vallynor and almost angered him. He could no longer tolerate this monotony, especially when he is cursed every time.

While he thought about what to do with the souls, his consciousness was amazed at some strange, alien feelings of anger and irritation that did not belong to him.

"What is this?" - he tried to find the source of these feelings and how they can disappear, but he had already found the source. And it was the first soul that angrily looked at him, even if she didn't have eyes. - "Curious."

Vallynor began to ponder what had happened to him since he took this soul in his hand. Of all he had done, it could be said that he had released his emotions - anger and irritation, which he had thought and felt from the soul.

His once completely white eyes lit up with the light of realization and he began to get angry, thinking about various angry moments. For example, when he spent money on microtransactions and the next day those things were on sale. Or when he started playing a game and his partner demanded that he show up immediately, shouting at the top of his lungs as if he were about to be cut. If you don't come this very second, he continues to shout, and when you approach, he asks if you want ice cream. Or when he goes to pee in the bushes and a stranger approaches him, who starts peeing in the same bush as him and hits his shoe. Then he stank all night at the ball. Bitchhhh.

Anger enveloped him, and if it were possible, his eyes even turned red with rage, like in a cartoon. He missed the chance to sleep with a beautiful girl because his shoes stank, and they were made of fabric.

As he continued to reminisce about all the bad things, his soul felt anger from two sources, or rather from two souls that held his soul's hands.

Vallynor, in anger, tried to study him until it subsided. And as he studied him, he began to feel and understand that the anger belonging to these two souls was directed at him and the one who caught them in the lamp.

Trying to immerse himself even deeper into the feeling of the first soul's anger, he felt a strange itch and lost his vision. But it wasn't darkness, rather a feeling of a wire being disconnected, which was always plugged in, and someone unexpectedly pulled it out. And that's how Vallynor felt like crap.

Blindness quickly passed, and before him appeared a huge house. His head began to move on its own, and his mouth spoke on its own. He even noticed a safe in the corner of the room from the corner of his eye.

"What happened to me? Did I become a girl?" - Vallynor was horrified.

A person in a butler's suit appeared before him, bowed, and said something. But Vallynor didn't understand what he was saying, and he didn't care right now. He was able to accept his new body and the loss of his former body because he was still a man. But now he had become a woman, and he was not one of those who were ready to change genders. "Turn me back into a man, bitch!" he yelled.

He quickly tried to touch his sacred place with his hand but realized that he couldn't move at all.

After finding himself in an unfamiliar place, he realized that everything he saw was like in a movie. He couldn't move or do anything except look around. But after thinking for a while, he started making some guesses that calmed him down. Then he began to examine his surroundings closely.

When the butler finished speaking, he pointed to the door. The girl turned to the door and screamed, after which the door opened, and several armored gorillas entered. They were so huge that Vallynor couldn't call them humans. Mutants, yes, even though he saw iron armor.

Each of the gorillas held several chains in their hands, and behind them came moans, screams, and threats. In the huge room, behind the gorillas, people in chains entered. They were all men and women between 17 and 20 years old. Four more people entered behind the group of people. Three of them held whips and struck the hostages. The last one was larger than the others, and his armor looked more expensive.

The leader approached the girl and Vallynor to examine this brute, who didn't even look like a human. He was a mutant, some kind of uranium in the morning. He was almost four meters tall, and his massive door and long ceiling saved him from kneeling.

The leader, reaching three meters, lowered one leg to the ground, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to the girl. The girl reluctantly took the paper with two fingers and quickly handed it to the butler. He took the paper in his hands and asked the girl, who nodded in response. Then she looked at the hostages, making them kneel while the butler checked the paper. Then she showed Vallynor what was written on it.

The girl nodded several times as she glanced at the paper. Vallynor also saw what was written, but he couldn't understand it as it was in another language. But he didn't have long to examine the paper. When the girl turned to the prisoners out of boredom, Vallynor noticed that she enjoyed looking and searching for the most beautiful men and women.

She looked at each of the prisoners and pointed to one guy, after which she yelled something. The butler shook his head sadly. But after a second, he himself yelled. One gorilla took the cute guy and left through the door. The girl pointed to several other prisoners and ordered to take all the rest.

Then she herself left the room, and the butler, saying something to the main person, hurried after her. Halfway there, the butler began to say something to the girl. From his tone, it could be assumed that it was a warning about something.

The girl stopped and turned to the butler. Then she began to shout and threaten. Perhaps she told him where to go with his warnings.

Vallynor was so bored that he began to voice everything he saw:

"That old faggot who can't even get it up! How dare you open your sucky mouth, which sucked on every old man? And you still dare to ask for a blowjob!"

"But I am getting older and want young ones. And you have a nice, overworked ass," replied the old butler.

The girl kicked angrily and, raising her hands, said to the Old Man (Vallynor's voiceover):

"I am the biggest whore in the neighborhood, I fucked guys like you all day long. I'm tired of old men who shit their pants and then eat like chocolate. Shit-eaters."

"But at least once..." the Old Man tried to object.

"No, you scumbag, I won't give it to you. But the whole city will. You'll learn how to ask properly. You have to dance naked on a pole for a strip tease and give oral sex as a bonus. And then you have to bring three witches to spank you on the full moon. And maybe get your balls beaten with a stick afterwards."

Turning around, she continued on, and the butler remained pitifully in place. Perhaps he didn't want her to give him a blowjob.

When the girl entered another room, the cheerful aura that Vallynor had created, laughing and commenting on these two, quickly disappeared.

Not knowing how she ended up here, the girl found herself in a stone room where various instruments hung on the walls, covered in blood: saws, scissors, needles, and so on. The walls were covered with various torture instruments, and there were various costumes on the table.

The girl took a leather suit made from human skin with a light shade. This suit was made from a beautiful lady.

Putting on the dirty clothes, she took a whip and headed to another room.

Behind the door were many cells in which young people sat, covered in wounds. Some were even on the brink of death from inhumane torture.

As she walked, anticipating the encounter with a new prey, a weak muffled voice suddenly sounded, singing and talking, "La, la, la la... la, la, la la." It reminded her of the horror-themed song that the girl sang in Vallynor.

The girl heard the incomprehensible "la-la" and felt a chill down her spine, but remembering where she was and who she was, she went on to the source. The source of this strange song was coming from the room where the chosen girl's prisoners were waiting.

Opening the door, she was enveloped in impenetrable darkness. Stretching out her hand, she said one word, and fire appeared in her palm. The fire dispelled the darkness, revealing a terrible sight.

In the center of the room sat a man with one eye closed, and next to the wall sat a transparent naked girl - a ghost, holding a stick. She was pointing it at the wall, which was completely written with the word "la" in different sizes.

The ghost girl moved the stick from one "la" to another, while the man sitting on the chair in the center of the room read.

The girl was full of shock and horror when she screamed. Horror quickly turned to anger, and she shouted something incomprehensible.

The man sitting on the chair turned around and said, "What, I'm checking the vision of the beautiful nurse. Also trying to hit on her."

Vallynor, as always, did not expect to understand anything from the conversation. He looked at the words "la" written on pieces of human flesh on the walls. Learning that the man was speaking in a language he understood, Vallynor was surprised and initially could not make out what the man was saying, who, besides, was slowly aging, and the body began to be covered with bandages. Meanwhile, parts of the human body were falling off the wall and began to gather.

The girl began shouting angrily as the fire on her hand grew stronger.

"I am just a traveler. Do you know why I am here? You see, while I was traveling, I met a human soul that died unjustly and could not enter the river of rebirth. As a kind necromancer, I caught it and made it my servant. But the problem is, it's too headstrong. This soul was willing to obey me if I fulfill its dying wish, which was to torment and kill its tormentors, who were..."

The man, who had already turned into a bandaged old man, was forced to stop because of a fireball flying towards his face. He swatted it away with his hand as if shooing away a pesky fly and said:

"Freeze and stop throwing rubbish at me."

His words surprised the girl, who did not expect such an outcome from her most powerful fireball. Even for Vallynor, who considered a fireball a powerful spell, it was unexpected how the old man innocuously swatted the ball away, making it disappear.

"Now that's real power," whispered Vallynor, admiring his professional brother.

The old man continued as he got up:

"I captured the guilty part of your army, where I obtained all the information, and then conducted my experiments on their body and soul. Initially, the soul was headstrong, but I completely subdued it, and now it is transforming into a Banshee that will serve me forever. Now I'm thinking of where to go, and I thank you for the information obtained from those fools. You know, necromancers like such places. I will work with you until I leave. It's a pity I have many tasks, and I won't be able to stay here for long."

As the old man spoke, he slowly approached, and the girl, after throwing the Fireball, became stunned and just looked at him with horrified eyes.

With a strange smile, the old man raised his hand and said, "The show is over."

With these words, everything went dark, and a second later Vallynor woke up in the peace of the old woman. He quickly felt his chest, and then his member. With a joyful sigh, even though he didn't need to, he shouted happily in his mind that he was still a man. A wave of shock engulfed him.

He wondered if the old man's last words were directed at him, but he realized that they were more likely the memories of the girl.

Looking to where there should have been two souls, Vallynor could see them screaming and pleading as if nothing had happened. Maybe nothing had happened to them.

Vallynor began to repeat all the moments leading up to entering the memories of this soul. After considering everything, he drew a few conclusions. But before confirming them, he trapped the second soul in the book. While the soul that was once a girl suffered unbearable pain until it burst like a cute little bubble, and all the remains were collected and thrown into the parasitic soul made up of pieces of children's souls.

Taking the lamp in his hand, Vallynor began to search for the soul he needed in the sea of souls, or rather, a soul filled with sadness and suffering. Searching in the sea filled with different emotions, he managed to find the soul that once belonged to a man, filled with grief, sitting in the corner while the others screamed and tried to escape.

Catching the soul, he pulled it out of the lamp and brought it closer to him, beginning to carefully examine the strange soul that didn't try to escape, scream, or plead for mercy. No, it just sat there. If it could, this soul would definitely have cried. But that was impossible...theoretically.

Clearing his mind of unnecessary thoughts, Vallynor began to recall the sad moments of his life while holding the soul's hand close to his heart. Slowly, he began to remember his family, whom he would never see again: two grandfathers and one grandmother who died in one year, leaving him with only one grandmother; the cat that came every year and with whom he played, and then died; the favorite tree planted when he was born, which also died; his old house burned to the ground from lightning strikes when he tried to summon the devil.

Slowly Vallynor began to feel sad, he even felt his eyes get wet, although it was physically impossible for an inanimate human.

Not knowing when, Vallynor blinked again for a split second, until he woke up on the battlefield, where the man he was in was fighting against a huge army. Watching, Vallynor realized that the man was fighting alone against a massive army.

Even if the man was surrounded by a huge army, he somehow managed to kill the approaching knights. Vallynor could even argue that this man was smiling while killing.

Suddenly, the man heard a whistle and all the knights stopped, surrounding the man in a perfect circle, placing huge shields in front of them. While they stood in the circle, a beautiful blond man on a war horse approached. He looked arrogantly at the man for some time.

At the same time, the man calmed his breathing and used the moment to regain strength for further battle. But something unsettling was in his heart. He couldn't understand what was bothering him until he tried to figure out what was wrong. The blond man spoke:

"Marcel Sobradj," he heard his full name and his heart sank. "I have been trying to find and catch the killer of my kingdom for a long time. Over these five years, you have killed thousands of guilty and innocent people in my kingdom. Why did you, scum, kill people? Why did you kill Ameli?" he almost shouted, asking the killer.

Vallynor, who was watching, was surprised to learn that they were speaking in French, but it was some strange, perhaps ancient French. Of course, he couldn't understand all the words, but he could understand the general picture... How do I know French? I know for sure that I didn't study French, except for the first nine grades, after which I switched to English. From what he remembered from his French lessons were "Bonjour, madame" and "La pomme". But now, the main thing is that he could understand something, even if with difficulty.

"You're wrong, my name is not Marcel..."

"Who do you want to deceive? I already know everything about it from them. Bring the prisoners!" he said the last word with a commanding tone.

One of the knights saluted and quickly disappeared. Marcel, hearing the order, understood everything. His heart sank to the very bottom of despair. And only a ray of hope still kept him, hoping that it was not about those he thought.

But distant cries that became stronger completely shattered his last hopes.

In front of him stood a beautiful woman, aged 30-40, and four children: two girls, one of whom was around 17 years old, the other 14-15, a boy of 11, and a baby being held by the oldest daughter. They were all dirty and in chains.

The woman and children, upon seeing their beloved in the center, cried out:

"Darling!"

"Father, daddy, help us!"

Marcel, upon hearing their cries, wanted to rush forward and save them, but quickly calmed himself. He couldn't risk it.

The blond man on horseback smirked as he looked at these pitiful people, anticipating what was about to happen. But first he said:

"Marcel, you have such a good family. A beautiful wife, ready to wait and warm the bed, four children who love you. It's such a shame what will happen to them."

Marcel had a premonition that something bad was happening. He wanted to rush forward, realizing that his family was in danger, but he was completely surrounded, and to change anything in this situation, he had to kill that damn prince. So he had to find a chance.

"Let's start with the smallest one. It's a shame it's a boy. If it were a girl, I would leave her alive and turn her into my personal toy. But this trash... on the ground!"

Ordering one of the knights, the prince approached the girl holding the baby and forcefully took him away. The mother and girls cried out, begging for mercy, saying that the child was innocent, but the knights didn't even slow down. They were like robots, carrying out orders.

Marcel, watching as his child was placed on the ground, began to think about what he wanted to do with him. The child, who until that moment had been silent, as if sleeping the whole time, began to cry, causing the mother and oldest daughter to cry out even louder. Marcel could not wait any longer, he was ready to pounce, but the next scene froze him.

The prince's horse stepped on the crying child, making him stop crying and showing everyone its insides.

Due to fear, the mother and children screamed and then began to mourn the child's death. The mother even began to curse the prince, but quickly received a slap in the face. Marcel angrily shouted and was ready to attack, but something blunt hit him on the neck and he fell to the ground. He was quickly caught and tied up.

Once they were convinced that Marcel wouldn't be able to escape, someone poured urine from a bucket onto the bound enemy's head. He woke up and tried to stand up, but couldn't even take a step. His hands and feet were tightly bound, and there was one guard sitting next to each limb, ready to cut it off at any moment.

It didn't take Marcel long to understand how he had been caught. The murder of the child was a diversionary maneuver, while someone crept up and struck him.

"Are you awake?" the prince asked, approaching Marcel's face. "Good. Soon you will see a wonderful show."

Turning around, he looked at the army general, who was dressed in more expensive armor.

"General."

"Yes, my prince."

"You have served me for a very long time, so you can be the first to play with the wife. And prepare the girls in my temporary tent."

"And what about the boy?"

"Cut off his penis, and he will become a girl. Whoever can't wait can play with him first."

Upon hearing the prince's order, Marcel angrily tried to free himself, realizing what would happen to the remaining members of his family. However, he quickly received sword strikes in response, leaving two red lines on his body from which blood began to drip.

The general didn't even look at the prisoner, yelled at the knights, and began to undress him, leaving him only in his underwear. At that moment, two knights approached him, dragging Marcel's struggling wife. They put her on the ground and tore off her clothes, while the general began to rape her as she screamed for help. Marcel could only watch and receive new blows.

But soon several knights appeared with Marcel's son. Three held him down on the ground, restraining his arms and legs, while the fourth tore off his clothes. Taking a knife, he immediately began to cut off his genitals. Marcel woke up, but soon lost consciousness and never woke up again.