webnovel

Palworld: Washed Up Outsider

Dying during a pirate raid, and washing up in a different world wasn't something I expected. Especially not in a world that was just newly introduced to me. My whole situation is unnerving, but I'm quick to move on and adapt. So even if there's magical bullshit now it doesn't affect me much. I just have to survive... should be simple enough. (SI sorta)

BiazarKaiser · Videospiele
Zu wenig Bewertungen
12 Chs

11

After kidnapping the Outsider of the Prophet that caused a mess at my home, I sat looking at the kid who looked to be no older than sixteen. Yet from what I was told by Anubis, this kid was frankly a mess and should be dead by now. Because he apparently had a lot of negative karma and a ghost wanting him dead. Said ghost has a suspiciously big hole in its stomach as if something ripped it open from the inside. And well I'll be frank with myself, kids a fucking rapist that kept fucking the Pal he murdered by just putting in his dick. All so he wouldn't be a virgin and because he had "power" due to his victim being a pacifist.

"What a fucking joke…"

Hearing my voice the shithead glared at me and ranted at me screaming. Screaming that was muffled due to a gag as he for some reason thought he was the Ash Ketchum of this fuckin world. His Pals after being confiscated were currently enjoying some actual food and rest. The Foxsparks knew of the resentful ghost and was curiously ashamed of herself, meaning she was likely involved. Yet it didn't hate her, it hated the teen with a passion that would get Kratos's approval. Funny that there was also an Ancient called Kratos and the Pals descendant is one that's only been encountered a single time. A Pal by the name racial name of Kratorian.

Which is just a heavily genetically modified Bushi that can longer be called a Bushi. As from what the tablets records has mentioned is that it forgoes pure sword arts. Instead it DOMINATES and bathes the area in fire and blood as it gets irrationally angered sensing a Human. Other Pals are fine, but the Kratorian absolutely hates Humans with pure unhampered rage that only feeds its strength when in combat.

For it is one of many species created for war, war isn't kind to anyone especially those born in a lab, but never deployed and later forgotten. There however were six such forgotten Pals in the tower I owned, as the towers are in a way beacons, but also laboratories from those long dead. Yet the "battery" of each tower is alive yet dead due to some rather dark rituals. Rituals were used on Ancients who died before everyone's destruction to bind their souls and bodies together. So that they can still draw in and generate the massive amounts of Palsium they did once before in life. Each lab, their cells, and hidden shrine-like area are in the depths of the towers. Which means jumping off the platform and hoping you don't die due to a malfunction.

Which reminds me I had to go deal with those forgotten war born Pals, and I'm taking the teen with me. For one of the Ancients who supported those experiments was unsurprisingly the Prophet. Who underwent them himself to increase his precognitive abilities. Getting up from where I was I grabbed the teen by one of his arms and jerked him up onto his feet. Shoving him to walk as we headed to the camp gates, Gaia waited there for us along with a Lovander who was missing an ear and an eye. This specific Lovander was their version of a royal guard, one who due to her father had the means to see a creature's karma.

A trait known as "Judgement" and whenever this Lovander saw the teen, she wanted to give him the non-snu snu death. Even Anubis avoided him or else she'd have murdered him for just his past actions before coming here. As soon as we neared the Lovander practically manhandled the teen from where he stood by his shirt collar. Before proceeding to just keep growling at him as he tried to get away.

"A sacrificial offering should go a long way to appeasing these specific children. As it was at their lab that the Prophet personally helped the Humans create them for his own enjoyment to come after being enhanced. Thankfully he never got the chance to send them to die, for he messed up when he tried taking my Iroh. Eheheh he escaped with everything but his right arm sadly, but then he got sealed as he was dying. Feeding his "chosen savior" to the children he created and abused is just fitting for his actions."

"Ready whenever you are, and Lovander you know what to do. For both your princesses sake and for the gene pool when we get there."

"Loov…"

Lovander responded with murderous glee as she chuckled with pleasure that slowly became a sadistic moan. This caused the teen to piss himself as he finally seemed to understand that we were going to kill him just for his connection primarily. Because fuck that guy, he's had enough fun starting fights. Soon with Gaia's control over gravity and space in general which reminded me of exactly how long she's had to get that down. She was pretty casual about it when I asked during the little craft show we had last month. Forty centuries is long enough to definitely get space fuckery down.

Three of us landed safely, the fourth was thrown onto the stone steps of the tower. Looking at Lovander she just shrugged as she tilted her head showing a bloody bite mark on her neck. Somehow the teen had bit her even with the gag in his mouth, probably used the energy in the air to help him. Sadly he also seemed to have bit through his gag as he started screaming after rolling over.

"Who the fuck do you think you and your whores are?! I am Dan Frankfort, the chosen Outsider of the true Ancient the Prophet! The future savior of this accursed world full of degenerates! Untie me and I'll spare you and your who-"

Grabbing the boy by his lower jaw I lifted him onto his feet then snapped his jaw while crushing in my grasp. The boy looked terrified, but my third gift from Cetalyn after using the Statue of Power over these months let me see the truth. The Palsium wafting off the boy was calm as if he was in control, and faintly I could see the golden tinge in the blue. Figures. Without much effort I throw the boy through the tower entrance and Lovander stalks in after him. Gaia meanwhile with a serene smile simply floats as she turns to look towards the ruins of a fort.

Walking inside I barely registered the sound of ice erupting and the distant screams. Entering the tower I paid Lovander no mind as she grabbed the currently trying to run kid. I just walked to the edge of the platform and stepped off. My body broke down into motes of light rapidly once I fell past the platform. The kid being thrown past my descent, turning into a shower of motes with Lovander following suit. Time to befriend some ancient war machines.

Turning into motes completely I soon felt my feet hitting metal, my knees bending into a crouch. An annoyingly white and blue lab of some sorts, a shrine-like platform surrounded by Tori Gates and seals enclosed a massive Bushi corpse that sat there. Its sword is forcibly sealed to prevent the Pal from truly dying and becoming a sword.

"Ah welcome to my prison, I am Sunnil the Sun Dancer. Please deal with the children, they're waking up and their nightmares still haunt them."