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please reset the booktitle Phantom_Vanquisher 20231218092329 4

Amidst the grand stage, where good and evil engage in a captivating dance, their performance commands the attention of both the enraptured audience and the unsuspecting players, entwining all in a tapestry of chaos and despair. From our earliest days, we have revered the heroes, admiring their virtuous deeds and unwavering moral compass, embracing the light they embody. Yet, as we journey through the labyrinth of adulthood, we come to understand the villains, their motivations, and the profound truth that heroes and villains are two facets of the same intricate coin. Each is bound by their own set of morals, forged by the crucible of their experiences and beliefs. In this interplay of light and shadow, our collective morality, once seen as an immutable beacon, reveals its fragile nature. It exposes the latent capacity for darkness that lurks within us all, a reminder of the depths to which humanity can descend. Within the realm of Eternum, a world steeped in magic and technology, the disparate races converge, united by a common adversary—the enigmatic force known as "The -----------------." As survival becomes the sole moral imperative, the bonds of trust and unity strain against the relentless tides of uncertainty. Yet, amidst this unyielding backdrop, a singular existence defies convention. Untethered by goals, ambitions, or attachments, it stands apart, embodying a mysterious and apathetic neutrality that challenges the very foundations of this turbulent world. In the tapestry of Eternum's narrative, the fragility of life unfolds, illuminating the darkness that can encroach even upon the brightest stars. It beckons us to contemplate the intricacies of our existence and confront the profound questions that lie dormant within us. Laughter, cold and sinister, echoes through the void. "Hahahaha...ha...ha...haa." "Is this the game you wish to play? So be it," whispers the author, undeterred by the threats of a defiant character. "Foolish author, I shall dismantle the very fabric of your precious creation," the character seethes, vowing to shatter the narrative and leave the author drowning in a sea of shame and regret. "I shall make you writhe in despair, yearning to choke on the remnants of your shattered dreams, and then..." A malevolent pause lingers in the air. "...then, I will deliver the final blow, eradicating not only your existence but the world you so fondly crafted. Prepare yourself." "JUST YOU WAIT!" A heartfelt message to all those who may question their resolve in the initial chapters: I implore you, bear with me through the first twenty chapters, for it is within that transformative span that the story unfurls its true essence. Discover whether to continue or to relinquish the narrative's grasp, for it is an odyssey that promises to challenge and captivate your very soul.

Phantom_Vanquisher · Fantasy
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22 Chs

The Grimoire of Curses [3]

"Curse of binding-Gleipnir" 

As soon as those words left Laz's mouth the world seemed to freeze only the sound of pages fluttering reverberated in the surroundings.

"Now then"

Laz looked at the Grimoire as he took out something from the pouch on his waist.

Azeroth's eyes were fixated on Laz not daring to avert his gaze not wanting to miss a moment of the miracle that was about to take place before his very own eyes.

'I am sorry Azeroth I have failed you'

Laz now held onto a pair of swords, one in each hand while the Grimoire was hovering in front of him, both the words were connected to each other by a chain mounted to the ends of their hilt.

They were the twin swords of thorn, a soul bound artefact, and the first artefact he, Lazarus received from the Blackthorn family.

He had trained to wield the blade ever since he was 4 and alongside weapon arts Laz was also proficient in martial arts.

Ever since he realised that the world he was in and the person he was playing in this world are both dommed, he couldn't help but do everything he could in order to change his fate.

Lazarus knew that he wasn't a normal side character or a small time villain, he's a character that had potential to become one of the strongest, villain that is, unable to utilise Psyons aka inability to use elemental magic.

That had been the thorn in his back ever since his rebirth he had strategized and prepared everything to the best of his abilities and his family being a powerhouse which has been taking part in wars for ever since it existed also helped in him being a strategist.

But alas whatever could go wrong in a fantasy world went wrong with Lazarus, first the inability to use Psyons, then being a small-time villain who dies a worthless life and now his ranking potential being a mere D+ rank a minor rank below average.

But, now the situation is a bit different, giving up on magic Lazarus had taken the path of Curses and to change his role as a small-time villain Lazarus Blackthorn...…had died for the world.

And now the next step would be to get a new identity, but first.

Laz raised his left hand and with the blade in his right hand he pierced his left forearm.

"Eek…."

Letting out a weird noise while gritting his teeth, trying his best to not let out a cry Lazarus slowly approached the book and raised the blade in his left hand.

"Grrr…"

Groaning in pain as his left hand was skewered by the other blade.

"Hup!"

Lazarus brought down the other blade with all his might.

Skkkk…

Skewering the Grimoire.

"Nooo…."

Azeroth who just saw this maniac skewer the priceless Grimoire like a mindless fool could help but shout in rage and sorrow.

But the next moment….

"Activate"

With a single command, the Grimoire of Curses started to glow in a red light, while Laz's body started to absorb the light coming from the Grimoire.

Swoosh!

Clang!

Swish!

Cling!

Hisss!

Suddenly a long red snake whose body was seemingly made out of chains and its head resembling that of a basilisk came out of the page of the book Laz has pierced…..

Hiss!

…with a loud hiss the snake wrapped itself around Laz's entire body, slowly coiling around his legs and waist the shake restrained Laz and finally after fully incapacitating him the snake coiled around his neck and rested beside his neck on his right shoulder.

Then as though the restraints were not enough, black vines with black and crimson leaves started to appear from the Grimoire, wrapping themselves around Laz and rising towards the sky, it looked as though a huge tree was growing at a noticeable pace in front of everyone's eyes, but finally everything became still.

And the Grimoire slowly closed itself along with the blade which was embedded in the spine of the book, and the Grimoire slowly made its way towards Laz's left hand, the blades which were connecting both the books and Laz's left forearm shone in a brilliant crimson light and disappeared leaving behind a Crimson chain which now connected the Grimoire and Laz's.....Soul.

Seeing the scene in front of him Azeroth's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

'H-How just how is this possible, he just transferred the traits of those swords to the Grimoire, was they even possible!'

Azeroth wasn't even sure what to think now, first the boy's weird affinity with Curses and his high mana control in spite of being a newly awakened.

This boy is a monster in the making.

'It's all because of this damn vessel' 

Azeroth thought.

A few years ago a young man who called himself Quin Blackthorn came into the labyrinth and challenged the 13th trial, although he failed, he couldn't even survive a week inside the trial, and then his body was ejected out and Azeroth had taken hold of its body.

Demons do not have physical bodies, at least not in Eternum, because of the low demonic energy in the atmosphere, demons need to expend their own demonic energy in order to remain alive or they could simply find a vessel, it could be anything, from a rock to a corpse, even a living being considering they willingly comply or they are weaker than the demon.

But here Azeroth's doppelganger had been trapped without a vessel and his demonic energy was slowly depleting by the day, but at last he was about to find a vessel in the form of Quin Blackthorn.

Although in doing so, Azeroth's powers were mostly depleted as he had been trying to survive here for hundreds of years and now he had barely any demonic energy left and that was exactly the reason why Azeroth was subdued by Laz so casually, and Noah in the novel.

With a blinding light the Grimoire disappeared melting into Laz's soul and the chains disappeared also did the snake, but instead of disappearing it transformed into some kind of a tattoo which covered almost entirity of Laz's body.

"Haaaa.haa….ha"

Laz dropped to his knees and he panted heavily and laughed at the same time.

'I-It can't be, that boy used the curse of binding to bind the book to himself'

"kukuk"

Azeroth couldn't help but chuckle at Laz's ingenuity and his inability to do anything.

"Haa...I guess this is it for me"

"Y-y-yes i...I did it!"

Laz couldn't help but scream in joy. As finally he had something that could be considered a...…

....CHEAT ITEM.

***

Laz finally after an hour of resting and trying to recover his body from the previous incidents walked towards Azeroth.

"So, you got any last wishes."

Azeroth knew this was coming, but he was ready for it as he nodded his head and spoke in almost a wary tone.

"What are you?"

Lazarus raised his brows as he heard his question.

"What am I? I guess you would want to know that"

Azeroth nodded.

And laz continued in a mischievous tone.

"I guess I can tell you and will not have to worry that you would release the info after all dead men tell no tales—-or so I would like to say but..." 

After pondering for a second or two laz said.

"...death mages can pretty easily extract the soul of the dead and read a part of their memories"

Azeroth slowly nodded his head.

"So—" 

"But we'll who cares, I am the anomaly of this world"

Lazarus said cutting off Azeroth.

"And there you have it your answer, now die"

With a cheerful smile, Laz raised his hand and faced his palm towards Azeroth.

"Wait that doesn't—--"

"Curse magic.....Mimic and devour"

As soon as those words left Laz's mouth, the basilisk tattoo on his body in a colour of crimson as the Grimoire appeared out of thin air with a crimson chain attaching it to Laz's left hand.

Hiss!

With a hissing sound the snake which materialised itself from the tattoo leaped forwards towards Azeroth, who was still in a stupor.

But seeing the snake coming towards him, he simply closed his eyes.

Spurt!

The basilisk with the body of chains bit into Azeroth's defenceless neck sucking out its soul, soon the snake disappeared and the tattoo returned to normal.

"Hmm, what now–" 

The next instant the body of Quin Blackthorn which fell onto the ground lifelessly was released from its restraints started to turn into light particles which were slowly absorbed by Laz's body.

"Aargh"

Laz clutched his head as a throbbing pain suddenly came out of nowhere, soon laz passed out and his appearance started to change and his body which was inside the Labyrinth glowed before disappearing into thin air.