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Demonic Overheal

Within the demonic land known as the Baha Continent, where the act of healing and being healed are considered to be a great sin to the point of taboo—Lothair decided to become a menace to society by maliciously casting 'Heal' at everyone. But the warmth didn't come without cost. Each healing restores the respective amount of sanity on the caster and its victim, and for the demons who live off by the insanity they were born with—it's an experience full of abhorrence and torment. As a thrall who walked the path filled with suffering, Lothair's goal soon evolved from self-sustenance into that of higher beings. . . . Tags: | Fantasy | Over-The-Top Action | Adventure | Strength Progression | Weak to Strong | Strong to Stronger | Comedy | Demon Protagonist | Unhinged Protagonist | Ruthless Protagonist | Anarchistic Protagonist | Sadistic Protagonist | Beautiful Male Lead | Multiple Pantheon | R-18 | Mild Gore | World-Building |

YokoyokoRPG · Fantasía
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33 Chs

L'appel Du Vide

At first, Lothair was confident. He could stomach a meteor or two considering that he had an experience of being bombarded by an entire demonic dominion's army just to get a travel ticket abroad.

But seeing the amount of meteors that were lining up, he began to shudder on the amount of healing and sanity corruption that he needed to endure.

"... Yeah, this is less of a barbeque party, and more of dumping one year worth of resources to kill a single cockroach equivalent."

Pressured by the doom that quickly shortened its distance with every moment, Lothair decided to pull a quick lottery to randomly choose one of the '70 dumb ideas that might actually work' within his mind.

As soon as he commited on one, he then saved the coordinate of his current location into a 'memory catalyst' and cast a timed-healing onto himself before brandishing his hand as if he had an unsheathed sword.

While he was pursued by the fear of uncertainty, time was ticking.

0.5 seconds.

Lothair decapitated his own head in a single motion of his hand.

0.7 seconds.

His right arm started to grab the hair of his detached head.

0.9 seconds.

He overhealed his arm muscle into five times his proportion.

1.2 seconds.

He then whirled his own skull until it became an aggressive spinning gyroscope.

2 seconds.

Before hurling it vertically, high above beyond the trajectory of the flurry of meteors.

Just as the barrage of demon-made asteroids began to unleash their destruction, the enormous shockwave from the consecutive blast began to lift Lothair's head at an exponential height.

Eventually, Lothair's head reached the world's equivalent of 'Thermosphere'. As soon as his timed healing went active, the whole body began to recover in a green hue with a bright coating outline, accompanied by the dancing sheets of aurora in commemoration of his achievement.

Freezing and naked, he then cast a substantial amount of Overheal onto his cells activity to counteract the lack of heat and molecules. Most definitely, the sun's x-rays and some of its ultraviolet radiation.

With his current form stabilized within one of the world's atmospheric layers, he could now focus his eyes to beheld the most breathtaking moment that a demon could capture.

The colorful world of prism that he lived in was there for him to witness.

Lothair once thought that if he were to flung himself into somewhere beyond the sky, he would ascend to an upper plane where the stars resides — and if it wasn't the case and that the world was only a mere fraction of object inside an even bigger space, he imagined that the entire thing would be filled with cosmic wonders and adventurous dangers, and when he looked back to his own world, it would be tiny, shiny, beautiful, and utterly fragile.

But now, it wasn't the case. The world he lived in was beyond his understanding of 'enormous'.

The Baha Continent was a mere patch of tiny land amidst the thousands if not millions of other continents that were twice if not thrice as big, weaved by the variant hue of sea with blue and red being the majority of the tint.

Lothair felt very insignificant, yet at the same time, connected to many.

Demon scholars have proven that the world was somewhat spherical and that there were no edges and ends on every side.

While there were some who believed that the world they lived in was flat, the practical theory still leans on the first.

But now, Lothair's faith began to falter upon both claims. The world that he was currently gazing right had barely any sign of curve as the horizon created a bright blue solar formation. Whether that astounding phenomenon he witnessed was the real edge of the world, or the world is just much more massive to the point that curve could barely be noticeable at this height — it would still be forever ingrained within a special memory of his.

Overwhelming sense of oneness and connectedness began to consume Lothair's muscles, accompanied by an ecstasy and epiphany. As if, he couldn't stop the wide grin on his face while thinking 'Maybe next time, I'll bring someone along'.

Before he became engulfed by this experience, he turned back into the void beyond.

In contrast to the awe he felt, Lothair was immediately creeped by what was inside his vision.

There was a hidden, faint, and enormous existence lurking within the traffic rings along with the other asteroid. That gargantuan object gazed at Lothair with its organic continent-sized eye.

And if he went to look more closely on everything within the frame, numerous unnerving details began to get noticeable at every angle. Tendrils and shadowy claws began to sprung out on any empty space. Imaginary whispers of unknown tongue began to crept upon his sharp ears like a wriggling worm. This time was ten times more vivid and surreal than the one he experienced from a forbidden tome.

Terrified, he decided to gaze back at his lovely planet, with an awkward wide smile and teary eyes.

He needed to get back to the surface, somehow.

"Can I get the title for the first demon in space, now?" Lothair attempted to do his usual self-talk to brighten his mood. While there aren't enough molecules for sound waves to travel through, the vibrations could still ravel through the temporal bone — one of the bones in the skull — directly to the cochlea, allowing him to hear his own bone-transmitted mutter. "Maybe they'll allow me to make my own trophy to be displayed in my hut. But before that, I need to return…"

He caressed his chin, trying to peruse his memory for some idea.

Obviously, he could use an explosion-based propulsion as a thruster to propel himself back to his planet, but there isn't any material nor oxygen for the explosion to combust. He was also not the brightest chemist either if he were to make a working one despite the handicap.

As for the resources, he had nothing but his own naked body, slowly orbiting around the world.

He churned his brain for ideas, but it was already fried enough like a kernel zapped by electricity.

Electricity…

Electricity!

The lightbulb of inspiration had been fueled! With a determined face that screams 'I know I can do this, but do I really need to do this? Is there any better idea? Help! I'm about to do something really outrageous and there is nobody here to stop me!', he planted the tip of his index onto his cranium.