Chapter 8: Dream [2]
Chapter 8: Dream [2]
All around Demitas, the world seemed to blur into a chaotic frenzy. It felt as if just moments ago, he was immersed in a rare moment of ecstasy with an enchanting elf but now, he wasn't.
In that ephemeral connection, the weight of their burdens momentarily lifted, replaced by a gentle embrace of joy and companionship. The elf's radiant smile and mischievous glimmer in their eyes drew him in, allowing him to forget the harsh reality that surrounded them.
But now, the abrupt interruption shattered that illusion, snapping him back into the grim present. Babyface's desperate plea for help sliced through the air like a chilling gust of wind, jolting Demitas out of his reverie.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Demitas tried to process the surreal spectacle before him. The sight of Babyface trapped within the confinements of the cage, his anguished expression etched with pain and fear, seared itself into Demitas's consciousness. It was an image he couldn't easily shake off, an indelible mark on his soul.
As he stood there, frozen in the midst of chaos, Demitas felt a surge of emotions welling up inside him. Confusion, anger, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness battled for dominance within his being.
Demitas's eyelids fluttered open, revealing a haze of dimly lit surroundings. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the stone walls of his cramped cell. The air felt heavy and musty, filled with the scent of damp hay and the lingering stench of desperation.
As he sat up, a deep breath escaped his lips, mingling with a raspy cough that rattled through his chest. The echoes of his dream still lingered, tugging at the edges of his consciousness like a fading wisp of smoke.
His eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, taking in the rows of beds that lined the cell. He glanced around the familiar confines of his prison, his gaze landing upon the rows of simple beds occupied by his weary teammates.
Each cot bore the imprint of worn-out bodies, their occupants lost in restless slumber or trapped in fitful dreams of their own. The threadbare blankets and meager possessions scattered about were testaments to the meager existence they shared within these prison-like walls.
"Tsk! What a dream," Demitas couldn't help but utter in a mixture of frustration and resignation. His dream had teased him with a taste of freedom, a fleeting respite from the oppressive chains that bound him in this wretched place.
Demitas found himself abruptly awakened from his enticing dream as Baby's deep voice cut through the haze of pleasure. Disappointment washed over him, realizing that his encounter with the mysterious girl was merely a figment of his imagination. His longing for the touch of her embrace, the allure of her perky body, and the tightness he imagined was left unfulfilled.
He couldn't shake off the lingering desire that pulsed within him, fueled by the remnants of his vivid dream. The allure of the mysterious girl and the tantalizing pleasures they had almost shared continued to occupy his thoughts, leaving him with a bitter taste of longing deep inside. The fact that each encounter ended abruptly without them truly indulging in the act only added to his frustration.
Nevertheless, Demitas found solace in the knowledge that another night would bring the possibility of another wet dream. It became a tantalizing prospect, an escape into a world where his deepest desires could be fulfilled without consequence. The anticipation grew within him, and he eagerly awaited the embrace of sleep, hoping that the dream realm would once again transport him to a realm of ecstasy.
The contrast between the physical world and the ethereal realm of his fantasies left him craving for more, aching for the satisfaction he had briefly tasted.
He couldn't help but muse inwardly, his mind grappling with the fleeting remnants of the dream that had now dissipated like smoke in the wind. With a sigh, Demitas swung his legs over the edge of the bed and planted his tired feet on the cold, hard floor.
Demitas's mind shifted from the tantalizing allure of his dreams to the pressing matter of his brother's well-being. The reminder of his brother's pain struck a chord within him, prompting him to prioritize healing his brother over his own desires. He called upon the assistance of the system, seeking guidance on how to obtain a healing potion.
'System, how to access a healing potion again?'
[By completing the tutorial. You need to kill 2 slaves to have 50 system coins that could be used to buy a potion.]
Demitas's gaze remained fixated on the prompt, his frustration building with each passing second. He couldn't help but feel exasperated at how the system seemed to be making his life unnecessarily difficult. His mind whirled with thoughts of how things should be the other way around, with the system providing him the much-needed assistance without all the additional hurdles.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips, a mixture of annoyance and resignation. 'This is ridiculous,' Demitas mused, his mind filled with irritation. 'The system has one job, and it can't even do that properly! What good is it if it can't help me when I need it the most? It's nothing more than a useless piece of junk!'
The urgency of his brother's situation weighed heavily on Demitas's mind. Time was of the essence, and yet the system seemed to demand an exorbitant amount of work just to obtain a single potion. It felt unreasonable, even cruel, that he had to jump through so many hoops just to alleviate his brother's suffering.
With determination etched on his face, Demitas made up his mind.
With it, Demitas accessed the shop.
[System shop]
[You can access the shop anytime, to buy your needs.]
[Shop]
[Health Potion]
[Grade: E]
[Price: 100 SC] [You can apply for 90% discount for the first purchase.]
[Buy/Exit]
'Ya, now that's what I'm talking about.'
'Discount. Ninety? How much would that be?', Demitas, a slave wouldn't possibly know much about mathematical operations.
It was already a miracle that he knew how to read.
[90% of 100 SC is 10 SC.]
'Great!'