- 8 章コンテンツ
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- N/A応援
They all deceived me—the Emerald Herald, Aldia, Nashandra. They assured me that finding the throne room would resolve all my troubles. But in the end, they betrayed me, manipulating me for their own selfish motives. Were it not for King Vendrick's helping me finding the crowns, I might have descended into madness. However, the crowns offer only temporary relief. They merely halt the curse's progression; they do not provide a cure. I’ll find that cure, to break free from this relentless fate, even if it means journeying to the farthest corners of the world. --- English isn’t my first language, so I will use ChatGPT to edit the chapters. There will be no romance in this novel, as the MC has already been betrayed and used by many people. This is an OC I will change some of the lore to fit the story
In the Throne Room
a man clad in armor from head to toe, wielding a mighty Greatsword, faced a Creature of Roots surrounded by flickering flames.
The Creature spoke its final words, surrendering to the urge to slumber:
I lost everything, but remained here, patiently.
The throne will certainly receive you.
But the question remains...
What do you want, truly?
Light? Dark? Or something else entirely...
the Armored Man's POV:
Betrayal seethed within me. They promised that finding the Throne Room would solve all my woes, but it was all a damned lie.
The Emerald Herald, once a confidante, now felt as distant as a stranger. Her selfish desires eclipsed any care for me. Nashandra, cunning and deceitful, used me as she did King Vendrick. But her treachery met the end of my blade. And Aldia, consumed by his obsession with the crowns, cared naught for my well-being.
Were it not for King Vendrick's aid in obtaining the crowns, madness would have consumed me. Yet, even these crowns offer no cure for the undead curse, merely stalling its advance. Despite scouring this land for a cure, my search proved futile. But if not here, then elsewhere. I refuse to succumb; I will shatter this cursed fate, even if it means tearing the world asunder.
With a heavy sigh, I readied myself for the arduous journey ahead. But first.
Status
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Azeroth's Status
Class: Warrior
Level: 487
Attributes:
Vigor (VGR): 80
Endurance (END): 70
Vitality (VIT): 50
Attunement (ATN): 30
Strength (STR): 80
Dexterity (DEX): 70
Adaptability (ADP): 50
Intelligence (INT): 60
Faith (FTH): 50
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The countless battles against the Giant Lord proved fruitful indeed.
Inventory:
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Weapons:
Right Hand: Greatsword+10"Smelter Hammer+10"Bewitched Alonne Sword+5
Left Hand: Magic Staff of Wisdom+10" Dark Sunset Staff+5" Rebel's Greatshield"Chime Of Want+5
Armor:
Faraam Set"Havel's Set"The 4 Crowns
Rings:
First Dragon Ring+3"Ring Of Blades+2
Spells/Hexs/Miracles:
Great resonant soul"Dark weapon"Heavenly thunder"Soul Spears"Homing soul arrows
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After assessing my status and equipment, my gaze drifted to the Throne of Want, a symbol of false promises. With a silent vow, I turned away, forsaking this place forever.
As I departed the Throne Room, the candles ignited, their flames whispering secrets. An exasperated voice echoed through the chamber—Aldia's incessant musings. But I cared not for his words. Fate may bind others, but not me. I will defy it, even if I must annihilate it.
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Five days later, within the confines of the Lost Bastille:
All preparations complete, I departed Majula, laden with supplies. The worn ship in the Lost Bastille would serve my purpose, despite its decrepit state.
As the vessel set sail, I closed my eyes, offering a silent prayer for its success. With a surge of relief, I opened them to see the Lost Bastille fading into the distance. A single thought lingered: may our paths never cross again, for all eternity.
