CH 3 A Dream of The Nonchalant Emperor

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[ Sacrificial Devil passive has activated.]

[ 59:00:00.]

[ You will gain double the rates of Black Souls during this duration.]

[ Sever souls to convert them into Black Souls. ]

I hated almost everything about it.

The corpses and scenery of faces sinking under the blood their wounds left behind.

Everything about it smelled and looked like.

A whole pile of shit.

How can anyone feel so happy about being in a place like this.

If people knew what they write about then maybe holocausts and air raid sirens hanging over their head will look like a paradise to them.

I could never fathom what people found so appealing about hunters and their worlds.

There is no doubt that the people in their stories are all beautiful and better looking than me, but that doesn't make up for all the other terrible things that the others don't talk about.

Wars, territorial executions, disability trafficking and executions and coordinated kidnapping and other variants of atrocious crimes.

They are lined up like cocaine lines ready for them to sniff at a moments notice.

If they could see how the lower part of a person can spit to the other side of the room by a giant leg that weighs over 50 adult elephants.

It would be far too late to pray to live inside of another life.

And that's where I question the people who were born in this world.

Why do hunters exist?

To protect and vanquish all obstacles that seek to invade their territories.

And these people are all hunters?

They all seemed ridiculous, scared and fucking trash to be holding such a title.

If the rest of the world had hunters like them, then what's the point for their existence? It would be far better to get rid of the disease before they freeze up in similar events in the future and cause collateral deaths in dungeons.

Their rotten conviction as a hunter is what persuaded me to raise my weapon to their throats.

" Disgusting isn't it?" I looked around myself, of course this place would be disgusting someone may have shit their pants before death.

Or it could be one of the people standing or hiding behind someone.

What ever that stench was it made me sick.

That and my disappointment mixed with disgust for these sorry hunters.

I wonder if it was just me that always hated people.

Why would anyone pair with a group of wet pants and raid with them in a dungeon.

If it meant the complete collapse of structure within the group. Such actions can be counted as capital betrayal.

This is the shit people do in video games! Fucking trolls and defeatist not actual fucking people!

But shit they are humans too.

It doesn't matter if the difficulty in raids increased out of thin air or if a bunch of naked girls with horse faces came running from the gate with dicks hanging out from their armpits.

This is a dungeon and not their ex's fucking party.

They should at least expect the same respect as a murderer stepping into their house.

What silly shit their expressions showed as if being killed was never an option.

I flicked my little rod.

[ Little Rod.]

[ A broken sword picked up from a corpse.]

" What the fuck are you looking at?" I said to a small man who looked at me from the corner of the room.

" Yes you little imp. The one with the ugly face and raven hair with that depressive kill me face." He knew I was talking to him, but the fact he was more stunned by my words and kept staring at my little rod.

He seemed surprised that I openly cursed about his nose. The dumb fucker. Of course I would curse at you when you remind me that I too have fucking depression.

Depressed at everyone else here being depressed.

" Fucking hell."

Me and my little rod felt like slapping a few peoples asses by the edges.

" You." I pointed to the pony tail man.

" Why haven't you given the orders yet?"

Of course this man needed a little bit of help. A kick start in his little tiny memory.

" Look at me."

" If I was a fucking leader. My number one priority is to ensure that all my bitches get out, alive."

" Yours look like they are impotent and have unstable conditions."

" So from now on."

" I am your leader and as your leader I want you to have sex with me after we get out of this place." I pointed to the healer. She was indeed really beautiful, pale skin, looked like she had no scars on her edges and I had never had my cock in a girl before, but I knew she would make expressions I love.

Yeah, I just know she will.

" Shut up." I raised my finger to the old leader to stop him from speaking.

" I know of a way."

"- to save all your miserable.

"- depressing lives."

" Would you like to hear it?"

I slapped his back and dragged him closer.

" Of course you fucking will."

" I would still tell you even if you cut out my tongue."

" No-one wants to die as badly as me."

" So listen to my precise instruction."

I reached out counting the statues that surrounded the doors, along the walls and up to the cruel lord who grinned like a hentai gal.

" These fuckers. They are all impotent just like you all." I pointed at the males and the females.

" But here is the little twist."

And then I point down below my feet to the cyan flames that surrounded us and the altar.

" The number of lights you see, represent the number of survivors." I felt good because this felt like some psycho on reddit beating me up with knowledge I don't know about.

It felt good beating these people up with my knowledge.

" Now remember that little bastard that ran out before? The one who left you all for dead." At the mention of that little whore.

Some of the expression showed a slight hint of cannibalistic anger.

Of course they would show such basic emotions, they are all dumb and that's how I like my people.

Dumb and follows simply instructions.

" Well." I clapped my hands as loud as I could project sound- but it wasn't as loud as I wanted to be.

In my head my clap could cause thunders to roar, but it sound like slapping someones ass.

" Just imitate the bitch."

" Run for your life." I pointed to the exit door, but not a single one of them had moved and I was slowly beginning to lose my momentum.

" Fuck did I not explain it clearly."

" You did, but young man have you not forgotten what those statues have done?"

" We can't just leave…"

Of course you can.

I just smiled to him.

What a very kind leader. I may have misunderstood him because he showed himself as a hunter, but now I'm really starting to like hunters, but just by a little.

Tiny bit.

I pulled his head a little closer to me until it rested nicely against my little rod.

" What?"

" Can't."

" Leave?"

" Of course you can leave."

" Because I ordered it."

" And my orders will be followed." I slowly pulled little rod against his throat very slowly.

" Or there will be blood." I looked him in the eyes.

" Please follow my orders."

" I may not be of a higher rank Leader."

" But unlike you."

I look to the others.

" I really desire for you all-"

" To make it to the other side."

I bowed with a hand over my heart.

" So please."

" Stay alive."

[ You words have sparked a flame in their hearts.]

[ Your words have altered the course of the story.]

[ They will remember this. ]

They will remember? How silly. I do not expect to make it out with them.

" Are you sure it's safe!" A young woman screamed with so much hope in her eyes and those tears falling from them. I could only smile to reassure her hope.

" You can slit my throat on the other side love."

" I swear it." I swiped my thumb across my neck and she showed a horrific look.

Then I realized.

" I'm serious."

But my problem with this entire scenario wasn't the fact that they couldn't leave.

" Hello pretty girl. We meet again." I say with smile. The young healer shows a very bewildered expression and looks away.

" Did you really tell the truth." Jin-woo spoke to me as I was enthralled by her boobs and her waists.

" You're a smart boy aren't you. If I didn't tell them." I shake my hands.

" You would've done it for me." I reached down to the piece of muscles above his missing knee.

" Shit. You are really going to be one heavy son of a bitch aren't you." I looked up to Jin-woo with a faint smile, but I just couldn't tell him the truth that even if he were to make it pass the doors.

There could be a high chance that he will bleed out before he reaches the hospital.

I'm sure that the others if they knew the real truth of this dungeon.

They would just leave him behind again.

Like they had done in the original story.

How sad.

" Btw Do you mind if ask for your names? I might forget it, but I would love to know."

I knew Jin-woo, but the healer not so much. Although I do believe that if she were to lie about her name.

I would forget it.

It's just.

Honestly.

I wouldn't mind being their friend even if it's just until they leave the exit.

" Uh? I thought you already knew our names?" Mrs healer looked very surprised even Jin seemed a bit strange.

" Huh? Oh…"

Wtf.

Why did this dead fuck have to know their names.

I just looked down trying to remember her name.

It never came through no matter how many times I pictured her face and that thick body she had when she and Jin-woo departed.

I couldn't even remember a hot girls fucking name

…

" Well then." I clapped and placed a hand over my heart.

" Let me introduce myself then."

[ Input personality construct.]

" Al."

I reached out to hold the healers hand.

" My name is Al."

" Al Sera."

[ Personality Construct has been altered.]

[ You are now known by the construct.]

[ Al = Al Sera ]

Well then.

" It's my pleasure to meet you."

" Beautiful."

Although I was infatuated by her face. I was caught in a problem when it came to Jin-woo.

The possibility where he mangaed to survive that vexed me more than everyone else here.

Of course I knew his future.

He was the idol of millions of fuck boys in my world who self inserted themselves to fuck his future wife and I was one of them.

But the future I envision if he did survive was rather bleak.

He would live for the rest of his life with his dreams and hopes shattered in hospital room for the first 6 months.

Life may as well have already ended by then and all the world would be consumed by dragons and monarchs.

Maybe if I was wrong and my predictions failed.

I'm quite sure.

Returning back to his family alive will only add burden onto his sister and he will be reminded every time she tries to hide everything behind a smile.

Of the day he should have never came out of the dungeon.

So I wonder.

If saving him.

Is a mercy.

I would have to ask.

" Do you-"

" Want to live like this?"

" What?"

I came closer to him and stared in to his eyes as I repeated the words that I was sure would make him realize how despairing his future will be.

I wanted to assume his thoughts even if my assumptions were wrong. I know what's it's like to be in his shoes.

" Do you want to stay alive like this?" I traced the blood on the ground.

Even when I looked to the side where people were slowly leaving this place, I could see the light in his eyes fading and the way he silently looked over his legs.

He was on the verge of fading too, just like how the others did not know how to live.

So I drew out little rod.

" Do you want me to kill you?"

" NO!"

" NO!

" No!"

Mrs healer pulled me by the shirt and screamed.

" Jin will never!"

" And what if he wants this." I replied politely she was quite an aggressive girl and it made her attractive in some ways.

" He wouldn't…" Don't tempt me.

" You don't know what it's like…" I was going to say something, but I had forgotten when she just cried in my arms.

Such a pretty girl. Shit why am I the bad guy here.

But is she really saying that without seeing the look that he is showing now.

He looks like someone who is contemplating the end of his life.

I could only show a smile as I did not know of any way to explain an assumed mental suicide.

I wanted to show mercy for him.

Because I understood his dead eyes.

" You're cute."

" You…"

" Dumb idiot." You shouldn't speak so lowly girl. I could still fucking hear you cursing.

" Picture this."

" Do you understand what it's like to be put in a state where you have all your dreams shattered right in front of you."

I reached for her pretty face and drew closer to her ears.

" You're whole life as a hunter just ended like them." She looked over and I'm sure the bodies of the dead were enough to show her my idea at least a little glimpse of it.

No matter what would happen being dead alive will bring nothing good to those around you.

You'd be a hindrance for the rest of your life even when you desire not to be.

" If I were him."

" Someone with a lot of burdens in life." I crawled my fingers up her spine.

Someone with a lot of responsibility left to care off in this life.

She smelled like something that could fuck really well. Her body felt so fit underneath her clothes.

" Someone who has hopes and dreams."

I pushed her away and kneel to Jin and as I flicked his forehead.

He just looked at me as if he had been enthralled by something.

" I would need a miracle, not someone elses charity."

" A miracle…" He spoke.

Yes.

A miracle can only save someone like you.

" That's right."

" A miracle."

" Do you wish to feel alive."

I reached out to his chest.

And I crossed a seal of something I remembered from my life.

A time where I once felt the most pain.

A seal devils use to worship.

An inverted star surrounded by a single seal.

[ The Seal Of Orichalcos has been activated.]

[ You have sold your soul.]

[ You have gained a Black Soul.]

[ You have gained a Black Soul.]

It was just how I imagined.

A flourscent green light descending runic letters around a circle.

This was…

Like something I remembered.

' My creator!'

[ A memory has faded.]

" Why?" Jin asked.

Why?

I looked up to see the light hovering over us and there in the middle of the light was an object. A golden medallion.

[ An unknown millennial item has emerged.]

And it's staring at me.

I reached out it and slowly something altered in that moment and it shattered and broke into a million pieces and rearranging into a Black Phantom Butterfly.

[ Life points have been generated.]

[ 8000. ]

I wasn't sure what could be happening, but something inside of me felt like.

Everything will be okay.

Although I just didn't know what would be okay.

The healer looked enthralled by it. The light, the butterfly as if she had never seen something so magical before.

Something about the way she forgot what was happening around seemed…

Peaceful.

And I was envious…

That she did not see the expression the Cruel Lord had just shown.

That wicked twisted fucking grin.

When I think about it.

I guess I had said I would like to have sex after saving her.

Saving? Pft, more like altering the events to fit me in.

Yeah I really wanted to know what it was like being inside of her.

...

But I guess even thinking about sex with someone like her.

Could never happen like that.

It was fun acting like I was the top shit in front of person who is stronger than me.

" You're smiling?"

AHA.

It was just fun.

Yeah.

This was fun.

" Al?"

And I just had to get caught up in it just when I'm on the verge of losing my sight.

I reached out to the healer as she became, a little further away.

I thought like I was being surrounded by something, a sea of violet flames and my hand was on the verge of fading away.

[ A memory has faded.]

The florescent green light covered his legs it was strange to see a the muscles slowly mending itself over the bone as if his leg will be brand new in a few moments.

I don't know what I felt about this.

The loss of my soul.

I never realized I even had one in the first place. It never had use for me at all.

So that's okay.

I was already…

Dead.

And I could be dreaming from inside a grave too.

Yeah.

That sounds more realistic than being in another world.

A dream.

Sounds much more kinder.

[ Hidden effect of Sacrificial Devil has activated.]

[ Sacrificial Devil. Fated To Perish Wretchedly.]

[ Hidden effect- Alter Reality.]

[ The ability to alter reality in your image, but the sacrifice is expensive.]

[ You heart has rotted.]

[ Your spine-

[ Your-

[ Your-

" No matter what happens Jin."

" Don't give up."

" Choose life."

It was as if I was returning to a familiar moment in my life.

A sense of deja vu.

" Al!"

" Hold on I'll heal you!"

' Al!'

" Jin! It' not working!"

" Heal!"

" Heal!"

" No don't close your eyes!"

' Wake up!'

…

" It's okay."

I reached out towards the voice.

I almost felt someone holding my hand.

Something cold.

" I'm…"

' It's okay Al we will get some help!

' Someone please save my little brother!'

' Please!'

' I promise…'

' Someone will save you…'

' Just..'

' In…'

" I'm okay."

" I'm already dead."

…

' No!'

'…'

' I promise nothing will ever hurt you.'

' Never again.'

[ A memory has faded.]

[ Your body has been destroyed.]

[ You have created a hidden effect to title]

[ Sacrificial Devil.]

[ Because of your foolish actions.]

[ An existence has shown you it's sympathy for sacrificing yourself for it's vessel.]

~+~ has destroyed all of its traces on your construct and has hidden you from this reality.

- YOU HAVE BEEN KILLED.

[ + You have gained a Black Soul.]

[ + You have gained a Black Soul.]

~+~

[ ] Al

[ BAL: -000 ]

[ Rank: E ]

[ Sacrificial Devil: Fated to perish wretchedly ]

> Sacrificial Devils Passive: Sever souls to convert them into Black Souls.

> [ Hidden effect- Alter Reality: The ability to alter reality in your image, but the sacrifice is expensive.] [ Imitated ability: The Seal Of Orichalcos.]

[ + 4 Black Souls ]

> [] Black Soul multiplier level I []

[ You will gain double the rates of Black Souls during this duration.]

[ 29:00:30.]

[ The effect has been canceled.]