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Legacy of Forgotten Times

Maxwell (Max) Walker was your everyday college student. Until his Role Playing character forcefully switched places with him. Now Max has to live the life of his character in a world of both science and magic. Suffer everything he made him suffer. Fight every battle he made him fight. Join Max in his journey to return home while paying for his past decisions. Author: Kasaix Edited by: ZombieCat090 P.S For anyone interested we also have a discord channel where you can interact with me and other fans https://discord.gg/JmaHGF5

Kasaix · Urbain
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Udcek The Harbinger of Anaya

Linri kept following the owl inside the cave. It kept going deeper and deeper. He didn't know how much he ran for. Eventually he made it into an opening.

The roof was covered in stalactites and drops of water dripping from them. The droplets of water had formed a natural underground lake under them. The water was sparkling even though there was not a single light source inside.

'Truly a beautiful place to die' Linri thought.

He found it funny how easily he accepted his 'death' here, yet again.

Once he stopped looking at the lake he saw the shadow of a silhouette across the lake. It was Udcek. Linri slowly made his way to him. He created an imagine of a sword in his mind and commanded it to appear. He felt a little dizzy but the ice cold thing in his hand brought him into his senses.

Since he could not see his stats yet he did not how much prana he spent creating but he assumed it was one tenth of his maximum reserves.

At night he had four abilities. First is 'Manipulation of ice'. This did not cost any prana since he did not create anything.

His second ability was 'Icicle strike'. It was a ice elemental attack with 1.5x above average speed and 1x normal damage. It cost 5 prana to cast. This was his main way of attacking as it was cost effective and had variety of uses.

His third ability was 'Ice Arsenal'. With this he could create any weapon or armor he imagined. It costed 10 prana to cast. When he first created Linri this was supposed to be his main way of fighting but admins pointed out an issue with it. Ice was cold so Linri was affected by it. In one fight where he created a complete set of armor he was almost frozen to death. That was why he had purchased a second ability with his points. It was the manipulation of body heat and heat vision. The ability he extorted from the gods.

Hist fourth and last ability was 'Ice Wall'. With this he could create a wall of ice with 2x exceptional endurance to protect himself with. This was at first only intended to be his defence but he later on found out that he did not have to just create a giant block of ice. He could make it take many forms for example being covered in spikes. The only problems was it costed 20 prana. Fifth of his maximum amount so he did not use it much.

Linri looked at the Ice Sword he created. It was exactly the same with the one he imagined. If he could get used to sudden lose of prana and not get dizzy he could probably make a great mage, Linri humoured himself. Feeling the iciness of sword Linri imagined his body temperature dropping till the sword did not feel cold.

For now everything was good. The hazy shadow was still there without moving. Despite being at arms length it was still a shadow silhouette. Without saying anything he just swung his sword to the place he thought was the head with 1.5x above average agility. The shadow was cleaved in two and disappeared.

Linri's eyes revealed a look of astonishment. His feelings were complicated. This was not how it was supposed to happen.

Linri bent over to see if there was anything where the hazy shadow was. He extended his hand to touch the soil.

Suddenly a hand covered in blood burst out from the ground and grabbed Linri's hand from the wrist.

"Shit!" Linri shrieked in horror. He did not expect anything like this. This was not in the 'script' he wrote. He was scared shitless.

Out of panic he tried to swung his ice sword to the bloody hand but it was grabbed by another bloody hand that burst out.

The bloody hand clenched and broke the ice sword in half. Linri immediately let go off the half in his hand.

"Let me go!" He was frantically kicking the bloody hand that grabbed him. Then a face appeared.

This face belonged to his worst nightmares. It was exactly as he imagined him to be. His eyes were white and had a feather crown on his head.

"@?!#$!!"

Udcek spoke in a foreign language that Linri did not understand. Following that he swung Linri to the walls of the cave.

From the impact Linri coughed a mouthful of blood. His chest was in so much paint. At least three of his ribs must have been broken. He tried to get up while looking at the abomination slowly rising from the ground.

He was naive. Too naive. He thought that he could use this place to train in his abilities but he was wrong. He cursed at himself for writing something this sadistic and thinking that it was 'cool'.

He had lost his will to fight so he just laid down there. He 'wanted' to die so he could go back.

Udcek made his way to Linri, grabbed his throat and lifted him to air. He brought Linri closer to his face as he was looking at his eyes. They were empty, he grunted unhappily. Then he grabbed one of Linri's arms and severed it from his body.

Blood was spurting everywhere. Linri screamed in pain, while tears were coming out of his eyes. He felt despair of death all over again.

His instincts were telling him to fight. He did not want to die in this godforsaken place. Out of desperation he created an ice dagger and swung it at Udcek's throat with all he had. Udcek's bloody lips turned into an evil smile.

Before his dagger reached Udcek he felt immense pain from his chest again and Linri coughed blood at Udcek's face. Blood was trickling down from the corner of Linri's lips. He looked down to see that there was an arm pierced into his chest at where his heart was supposed to be. Then everything fall into darkness.

"Nooo!" he woke up screaming.