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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · 現実
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276 Chs

[Underground Labyrinth]

Kendra, mother of Hertha, the woman's only daughter, lived in a small village in the southeast areas which was the only area a tower of sin didn't exist, meaning it was relatively safe and peaceful area, where joyous and happy laughter resounded on a daily basis.

The peace which was ruined on the day when bandits raided their village, where the word of bandits hadn't even been heard by the kids living their. Lives of every weak men were relinquished in vain, while the strong men were taken prisoners, women were imprisoned as sex slaves, while the younger kids were taken as workers; what kind of workers? The kinds of works were yet to be decided, but the workers were definitely won't be pleasant and as they grow older, the kind of work they were proficient in would determine the kinds of lives they were going to lead in the future.

Kendra, who was the most beautiful woman among the villagers, was made a prostitute of, in a place somewhere underground where she, Kendra, was offered a small "work" place where Hertha also lived without an option, watching her mother go through painful things which she couldn't understand at her age.

Then, when she was big enough, Hertha was called by those that brought them there, and was offered missions which offered a few months of freedom upon success, helping her escape from undergoing the same things that her mother was going through which was no worse than dying according to what she heard from her mother.

Hertha was big enough to understand that the missions she was receiving were anything but good, but she had no other choice. She wanted to leave that place knowing that she would have to live like her mother until she died if she failed in completing her mission even once; she had enough of the lustrous gazes on her, unfortunately well developed, bountiful and beautiful body. She would receive such disdain and disgust enticing gazes whenever she went to receive a mission which gave her a momentary freedom upon acceptance before she had to return to the hellhole which held her mother hostage.

This time too, she had received the same mission she had received over the years,

But,

She was tired and numb.

If possible,

Even if it was merely a momentary hope,

She hoped to live life.

Live a life that wasn't her current life.

From the information she received on her mission, she saw hope.

If she could find somebody who could help her, she would finally be free.

If only some kind of miracle struck and killed everybody that destroyed her life, she would willingly pay with anything she had.

With a faint ember of hope lit in Hertha's heart, she left the underground labyrinth.

***

After half an hour, Yuri woke up.

The lower-half of her body screamed in pain as her leg muscles seemed to creak in sourness; the wanton and pleasurable memories of the last hour before she passed out flashed in her mind at which she realised that except for getting banged by Ken, she did nothing to make the moment pleasurable for him, which filled her with shame.

She noticed Ken sitting cross-legged in the ground at the room's left corner, naked, and blushed at her silly thoughts that somehow wanted to make up for the pleasure she felt thanks to him and wanted to satisfy him in whichever way she could.

"M-Marken?" She innocently called out for him as she leaned towards him while continuing to rest on the bed since the lower-half of her body refused to move and the funny scent of sex assaulted her nostrils which gave birth to a slightly romantic idea.

"..... Wa-want me to help you t-t-take a b-bath?" Yuri asked, stuttering extremely.

"That's quite romantic for someone who threw herself at me." Ken commented as he turned to face in the direction where Yuri's voice and thumping heartbeat sounded.

With a pout, ".... D-do you wear your blindfold even when you take a bath?" She asked.

"No. Why? Still curious whether I could see or not?" Ken asked back.

"Y-yes, but.... I w-was merely curious...." Yuri mumbled.

"I see. If you satiate my curiosity, then I'll satiate yours." Ken said and Yuri nodded her head in response.

"Speak, I can't see." Ken stated calmly.

"O-ok!"

"Why did you throw yourself at me?" Ken asked and his question forced Yuri to stiffen.

BA-THUMP-!

Her heart skipped a beat and Ken's figure blurred.

"Speak." Ken's cold and husky voice trickled her ears and her body shivered violently as goosebumps filled her naked body. She gradually glanced to her right and noticed Ken's muscular naked figure holding an unsheathed sword at her neck. She hadn't noticed it when they were having sex but now that was seeing it, her heart strangely clenched; Ken's body was riddled with scars of beasts, monsters, and blades alike, but most of the scars on his body seemed to be caused by human weapons.

How did she know that?

Because she was.....

"Cat got your tongue? Hertha?" Ken asked and a chill enveloped her heart of a split second before she heaved a deep sigh.

She was able to different weapons' scars because there were many who were injured by their opponents in the "underground arena," where nothing except for bloodied death-matches were entertained.

".... Please lower your sword, Marken. You know that I'm not strong enough to be able to harm you, and...."

"And?"

Yuri or Hertha blushed violently as she avoided her gaze, ".... I cannot focus on anything else with you naked in front of me...." She mumbled.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Ken lower his sword while his other weapon was being gazed at in extreme anticipation, excitement, and questions.

"Don't stare at it so much...." Ken muttered under his breath in annoyance.

"Does it grow?" Hertha asked curiously while blushing.

"....."

"..... It was way bigger than it is now when it entered me...." She mumbled to herself and gasped at the end of her words.

"..."

".... How did it even fit inside...."

After a few minutes of mumbling nonsense.

"..... How did you know that name?" Hertha asked Ken as he sat next her on the bed.

"First satiate my curiosity."

Heaving a deep sigh, ".... I just wanted to be free..... Live a life on my own cord for once..... I knew that I would have ended up becoming a sex slave like my mother against my will if I failed my mission even once..... My mission was to help others like me to kidnap kids who are stronger than normal so they come and fight in the underground labyrinth's arena.... and I knew that I would fail my mission as soon as I saw to defeat your examiner without breaking a sweat even though you are....."

"Blind." Ken completed her words for her since she hesitated, and Hertha merely nodded her head.

"I hoped for a miracle that would destroy those that destroyed my life..... I don't know why, but for me, you felt like a miracle....."