Butterfly battle

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Start Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jAuIY58nv_k

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Falling down, he saw a butterfly pounce on him, reaching his legs and starting to attack. His armor, which had already begun to deteriorate, turned to dust completely, leaving him bare-assed in front of his hateful enemy.

"Aaaah!" Vallynor screamed as Farfalla pierced him. He couldn't tell if he felt any pain. After all, until that moment, he had received numerous wounds but had not felt any pain. What had given him such courage?

However, the fear of dying didn't give him time to think. He pulled out his spear from the ring and immediately pierced the Butterfly. After a few seconds, blood began to slowly trickle out of her, and the spear began to rust until it was completely destroyed. Vallynor removed his leg and tried to climb onto the Butterfly. Fortunately, for some unknown reason, nothing happened when he touched the Butterfly. Maybe he had just imagined that a single touch would be deadly?

Realizing this fact, he understood that her abilities were not passive, but active. While he was climbing up, the butterfly flew chaotically due to the pain and foreign object in her body.

Because of the spear, she directed all her strength and attention to her destruction. This played into Vallynor's hands, and he managed to climb onto the Butterfly. All the light that hit the butterfly's wings, and then through her wings onto the spot where Farfalla was flying, destroyed everything. And when Vallynor climbed up, some of the light hit him, reducing the amount of light hitting the wings and the floor and weakening his power.

The light that hit Vallynor blinded him, as if he had been brought in for questioning by a cop with a darned flashlight in his eyes. Because of this, he could hardly see anything. Quickly removing his homemade saw from the ring, which he had been carrying since the beginning of the journey, Vallynor began to saw off the butterfly's small wing where it connected to the body.

He didn't hesitate and tried to saw as quickly as possible. The Butterfly, which had almost destroyed his spear, felt wild pain in her small wing. Understanding that the human was to blame for this, she flew into the wall, wanting to crash into it with him. As they approached the wall, there were only 30 centimeters left before the impact, but then bony hands protruded from the wall and caught the butterfly.

In that short time while the butterfly struggled to break free from the grip of the bony hands, Vallynor had managed to saw off more than half of its wing. Fortunately, the wings were not that strong. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to completely sever the butterfly's wing, Vallynor wanted to detach himself from it and consider his next move.

However, he couldn't just jump off. His fear of heights had not dissipated one bit. Looking at how high up he was, Vallynor almost gave in to fear, especially when the walls started closing in faster and faster. Quickly realizing what this flying, ugly mutant was trying to do, Vallynor ordered the bony hands to catch the butterfly and put it in a stone. Jumping onto the wall, the butterfly was puzzled for a split second. "Has he gone crazy?" she thought.

But seeing the bony hands and remembering all the tricks she had seen, she became angry. She wanted to unleash her beams on him, but couldn't when she hit the wall. The bony hands caught her and began attacking.

The bony hands were able to completely tear off more than half of the severed wing. The butterfly kicked at the bony hands, which turned to ash after being hit, but there were too many of them. She screamed in pain and tried to fight back, flapping her legs and trying to gather strength to make a strike and break free.

With her last bit of strength, she released a weak explosion, and all the bony hands surrounding her turned to ash. Using her legs, she moved away from the wall and slowly fell to the ground, using her remaining wing.

Vallynor, having hit the wall, stepped back and began to calm his thoughts and rest a little, not physically, but mentally, from all the madness that was going on. But at the same time, he kept an eye on the butterfly.

Seeing how the bony hands attacked and tore off one wing, he was pleased, but also knew that when someone is in a desperate situation, the victim will be ready for retaliatory actions. He knew this very well because he had been through it many times himself.

The memory of the man who was fired on false charges remained in his heart. He not only lost his job, but also his family. His wife believed in the false accusations and, taking the children, left. After that, he spent several weeks in the bar around the clock. Sometimes he came to the bar himself and picked up his stuff for the day. The one who helped him was a true friend. He used to be a happy person, with two children and a beautiful wife who loved him. But everything changed, and he turned into a drunkard.

Despair had completely consumed him. Because of this, he decided to take revenge on those who had wronged him: the person who accused him and the company director who confirmed her words and fired him. The director not only fired him but also ruined his entire career. Because of this, he couldn't find a decent job.

Vallynor still remembered how his old friend killed a girl, but he couldn't bring himself to kill the director. Because of this, he jumped out the window and cursed God. Later, it was revealed that the heinous director had been charged with fraud, corruption, and other crimes, just like his friend.

Trying to find information, he learned a lot, but it no longer mattered. Scenes flashed before his eyes where he had tried to summon Satan, God, Buddha, and many other beings.

Leaving his memories behind, he wanted to end this battle. But unexpectedly, an old friend named "Whore Fucked, How the Soul Hurts" appeared. He understood where this pain in his soul came from, feeling the butterfly's strike. It turned out that she attacked not only his body but also his soul, which began to slowly deteriorate again. This made him want to kill her as quickly as possible.

He moved to the ground with the help of the Dead Earth and looked at the Butterfly, who was trying to rise on one wing but couldn't. Unexpectedly, bony hands emerged from the destroyed floor and attacked Farfalla.

She began to emit small explosions that became weaker with each passing moment. The bony hands turned to dust in each explosion, and new hands pounced on the Butterfly.

Watching from the sidelines, his anger turned into pleasure. He enjoyed watching her futile attempts to fight back.

Observing the fearless bony hands that didn't think about their death and obeyed orders, he was very satisfied. And he spoke:

"I was right, the best army is the one that doesn't know pain, fear, and fatigue. After all, I like necromancy, and I will always remain true to it in body and soul... I just have to be colder to all the living... But I am soft in this matter... It's time to get rid of this Butterfly," he muttered to himself.

Realizing that no one would kill the butterfly anytime soon, he began to consider how to kill it, but he didn't want to get too close... What if...

Looking at the rings, he found the last weapon - a big hammer and a stick. Taking the wooden stick in his hand, he looked at it, remembering how long he had searched for a weapon, and was glad that he had finally found it in the sand.

Throwing the stick on the ground, he stepped back a few steps and said, "Take the stick and pierce the butterfly with it until it dies." Looking at the ground, he saw a bony hand appear and take the stick.

He waited for more than fifteen seconds, thinking it was a failure, and was about to call it back when he saw the butterfly pierced with the stick. The stick entered and exited, and each time another bony hand caught it, until the previous owner turned to ashes, which pleased him greatly.

"Success. Is this spell really for beginners? It has too many tricks. It's OP!!!" he began to ask himself aloud, seeing how much one spell could do. It reminded him of a work where the main character became a legendary mage using only three spells.

The butterfly emitted endless explosions, but after one more blow, it fell to the ground and did nothing more. At that moment, 50 invisible hands pounced on it.

Slowly, the hands reached their target and enveloped it like snakes. They caught the body and soul of the butterfly.

The hands of the soul entered the body and slowly began to extract the soul of the butterfly. She tried to free herself with her last strength, but she was alone and already understood that it was all over.

But she didn't want to give up so easily. The wounded body of the butterfly began to age, and the small explosions unexpectedly intensified and became stronger.

Seeing how the explosions intensified, Vallynor immediately handed the bone hands the battle hammer, which he quickly took in his hand, and Vallynor disappeared into the ground.

At the same time, Vallynor created "Hands of the Soul" again and again, but because the explosions canceled the spell, each hand of the soul was only able to reach a little and catch the butterfly's soul before it emitted a new explosion.

With each explosion, the small crater where Farfalla was located grew larger. Fortunately, the "Land of the Dead" was not canceled, and fortunately, the butterfly was weaker than before.

Suddenly, a pair of huge skeletal hands with a battle hammer emerged from the ground. Within a second, the hammer fell on the butterfly and half of her already wounded body, turning them into paste, but she was still alive.

Releasing a powerful explosion, she quieted down. The battle hammer and the hands that held it turned into ashes before Vallynor released the final explosion and quickly ordered them to be dragged into the ground.

Fifty snake-like hands emerged from the ground and pounced on the butterfly's corpse. They surrounded her from all sides and caught her. Her soul was already weakened, and without a body, she could no longer fight, especially against enemy hands.

She was caught and dragged to the man who had just appeared from the ground. When the butterfly's soul approached him, a blue panel appeared.

[Congratulations, you have killed the Time Butterfly FARFALLA. Your reward: Forbidden Soul Mantra.]

Reading the blue panel that appeared, he quickly closed it without checking his reward or thinking about what it could mean. Now he was thinking about what to do with Farfalla's soul. He couldn't hold her indefinitely and didn't have enough experience or necessary knowledge to turn her into the first rune. When he thought about his next move, a new blue panel appeared.

[Attention, a strong soul has been detected. The user currently does not possess enough strength for full control. For the safety and protection of the soul from user recklessness, it will be sealed in the Necronomicon until the user learns the Forbidden Soul Mantra. Conditions for the release of Farfalla's soul: studying the Forbidden Soul Mantra.]

The soul, held by 50 soul hands, disappeared. Vallynor remained with his mouth open, reading the message, and then felt the butterfly soul truly vanish.

"Where did this blue panel come from?" he thought. "Could it have been fixed and is now working without those horrible sounds? I never paid attention to it before. Maybe I should try it?" he asked himself. A few seconds later, he made the sign of the cross, prayed to all the gods he knew, and said, "God be with me...STATUS."

He fell to the ground, writhing in pain from the wild music from hell. And this time, even the soul was wounded, causing him to feel the pain. Wheezing, he shouted, "Stop, halt, cease!" After a few screams, the sounds disappeared, and the pain ceased.

Vallynor did not get up right away. He sat comfortably on the floor and looked at the light that penetrated through the hole, starting to think about what he had just felt, as well as what he had experienced on the first day. Comparing his memories, he realized that his horror had only intensified.

"But if this isn't a system, where did these blue panels come from? I don't know what to do," he thought. After thinking for a bit, he summoned his book with his left hand and asked, "I sometimes see blue panels in front of me with tasks and rewards written on them. Do you know anything about this?"

The book opened, and on the white pages appeared the following: "Your memories have been analyzed, and based on them, a platform similar to Lex Creator has been created. It was created with the aim of motivating the user to improve."

After that, the book closed and disappeared, leaving a surprised Vallynor alone with the question, "Did it learn about my collection of porn and hentai?"

After five minutes, he stood up, picked up the corpse or what was left of the butterfly, and headed towards the exit. Upon reaching the room with multiple doors, Vallynor saw an army of spiders emerge from one of them, coming from all sides. When they noticed the man, they stopped for a few seconds. However, as soon as they saw him turn around and run back, they began fiercely making strange sounds and lunged towards him.

"How unlucky can I be? I'll curse that bitch Goddess of Luck... And these damn spiders haven't learned to shoot. Fucking bullets," he yelled while running and cursing his luck and the spiders. He couldn't understand why they didn't disappear like in the game, but came to finish him off. After all, he wasn't the main character in some book, this was his life. "Oh, shit," he thought.

Running, he reached the main hall, and then fled into another passage. However, because he was shouting and cursing in anger, he didn't think about how it could give the spiders a clue as to where he was heading.

The spiders, like a swarm of ants, chased after Vallynor. When they saw him, they shot webs in his direction, but he jumped and dodged like an acrobat. Sometimes, when the web was aimed at him, it stopped a few centimeters away.

"Darn, I've used up too much energy. I can't use Soul Hands as I want, and my soul is wounded again. And all of you can go to hell," he shouted when another web bullet almost hit him.

As he ran, he reached a long corridor with doors. Fortunately, the corridor wasn't straight. Turning right, he noticed an open door and rushed into it, closing the door behind him.

Sitting on the floor, he didn't say anything else, so that no spider, God forbid, could hear him. And those nasty spiders didn't lunge at him.

As he calmed down his anger, he thought about what he saw while running and pondered on how to escape from the spiders. However, he couldn't think and understand that he was running on a bloody floor full of bones, and on the wall was written: "The Chosen One" and "He is here." What does all this mean? And what the hell happened here?

Sitting on the floor, Vallynor examined the room and almost screamed, cursing the Goddess of Luck again. In front of him was the skeleton of a huge monster, which sat in front of him. Vallynor didn't move a finger or make a sound.

But after a few minutes, he calmed down. It's dead... So why be afraid? If it's alive, then it's probably undead. And undead doesn't attack me because I became an apostle of death.

Standing up, he made a few movements and saw that no reaction followed. He was sure it was just a skeleton. Making a few circles, he examined it completely.

By the shape of its bones and teeth, it looked like a lizard, but it was hunched, and its skull had many small horns.

After examining all the other places and finding nothing interesting, he returned to the hunched skeleton. Thinking a bit about what he could do with the skeleton and wanting to turn it into undead, he quickly stopped, remembering the quest where he had to create medium or high-level undead.

Remembering the horde of spiders behind the wall, he summoned the book and began reading all about creating medium and high-level undead. Sitting comfortably on the floor, he began to read.

***

"Achoo!" sneezed a very attractive and sexy girl.

"Someone's talking about you again. Is it another fan?" asked another girl sitting next to her.

"No. Someone is cursing me. And it's strange that I can feel his... anger... Mmm, I tried to find out where that vulgar creature is, but I couldn't. But I'll remember him," said the beauty with displeasure.

"Forget him. And what about the answer? Are you accepting the offer?" The girl sitting next to her picked up the teacup from the table and asked.

"Hmm, I know he only invited me because I'm the goddess of luck and can influence the luck of others. So tell me, why should I accept his invitation if I don't even know the whole plan? Is this a new war against the army of hell?"

"I can't say much about it to outsiders. But I assure you, it's worth it. Accept the invitation for me," the girl replied, looking the goddess of luck in the eyes.

The goddess of luck sighed and said, "I have everything I need. If I want something, it will fall into my hands from the sky. For example, I want a dark depths dragon egg with ancient runes of light."

After a few seconds, there was a crash and the egg fell into the girl's hands from nowhere.

The sitting girl looked at the egg with an unusual look, amazed by its rare combination of powers.

"But for you...I'll agree," the girl said, elated at hearing the first part. But when she heard the second part, she cooled down a bit: "I won't actively participate, and I'll have to pay for every help I provide... Argh, how unpleasant, it's cursing me again. How disgusting."

The girl sitting next to her waited for her friend to calm down. Then they discussed the details of their cooperation in more detail.

***

Far from the other worlds, there was a huge palace in the center of which was a sarcophagus. But this sarcophagus was unusual, it was completely made of gears, each of which moved at its own pace. Small gears moved large ones, and large ones, in turn, moved small ones. The sarcophagus was completely made of gears, and every 1000 years it changed its appearance, so that through the gears you could see the person inside.

However, suddenly all the gears began to spin wildly, one by one separating from the sarcophagus, and from each gear, you could see a man who was sleeping inside. When the last gear separated from the sarcophagus, they all created a platform and a staircase, which led to the floor.

The man opened his eyes, and drops of blood slowly began to drip from them. Coming out slowly from the sarcophagus, he began to speak: "Farfallu was killed? My daughter... Why did you go after that scumbag?" - he did not stop crying bloody tears and fell to the floor. The gears, which were the stairs, turned into a throne, which by its grandeur showed that the one who sat on it was a God.

The handsome man sat on the throne, and then summoned a mirror, which was small. It showed the beautiful face of the man, which was stained with his own bloody tears. Clicking his fingers, he made all the blood return to his eyes, and it disappeared, leaving the man clean again.

After he became clean again, he touched the mirror once, on which appeared three cocoons. In the next second, a little girl came out of one of the cocoons. She looked innocent, and her blue bobbed hair reached her back.

The same handsome man appeared in the mirror. He approached the girl, and she, seeing the man, quickly ran to him and began to scream: "Daddy, Daddy!"

She jumped, and the man hugged her, stroking her hair. And then he said: "My daughter! I will call you Farfalla!"

After that, the picture changed, showing how he watched over the girl, played with her, trained her. And then she was wrapped in a cocoon again during the process of growing up, while Farfalla was in the cocoon. Another girl came out of another cocoon, who, seeing the man, also ran to him, screaming: "Daddy, Daddy!" For a few seconds, he did not pay attention to her, watching over Farfalla's cocoon, and then turned his attention to the girl, hugging and giving her a name. After that, a third girl appeared, who hugged her older sister and the handsome man.

The scene changed again, showing how a beautiful butterfly emerged from Farfalle's cocoon. The man left the two girls and quickly went to Farfalle. Both girls followed him, admiring Farfalle's majestic form. She showed her father how beautiful she had become as a butterfly, and then transformed into a girl who he quickly embraced. The two girls looked on with jealousy.

The man touched the mirrors, changing one scene to another. Drops of blood began to flow from his eyes again. Suddenly, his hand and body aged, and he no longer looked like a young, handsome man, but like an old man at death's door. However, he paid no attention to his condition.

"Farfalle, I promise to avenge you and make the one who killed you suffer. Let him remain in prison. If the guilty one ever manages to escape from prison, I will make him suffer. I swear by the God of Time that I will not let the guilty one go unpunished," he said.

Suddenly, his hands and body rejuvenated, and he became a young man again, then a teenager, and then a little child. His hand, which touched the mirror, shrank until it could no longer reach the mirror.

Moving his hand, he made the mirror disappear. Then, rising, the gears that had the form of a throne became stairs again. The man marched towards the sarcophagus and said:

"If I could get into prison and didn't have these problems, I would have already started looking for that bastard. Let him stay there. And if not, I will torment him."

Entering the sarcophagus, the gears began to cover the man's body, and his face was stained with blood. Then, as before, the gears moved at their own pace, and occasionally a quiet cry could be heard from the sarcophagus.