This place will never change, how long I have been trapped here, I am trapped on this bright sandy beach, the clear blue waves lightly beat the coastline, the sky has never been different from a typical summer rì, the sun is always shining. In short, this is hell.
I just really want to see some angry gray clouds covering the sun, releasing heavy rain and strong lightning, but no, only fluffy white clouds floating lazily in the sky in a repeating pattern. This is all part of his plan, and he always seems to know me better than anyone, albeit strange.
This disgusting plane can’t provide much divine energy, but energy can even be obtained from the smallest and most insignificant objects. I can draw energy from trees, grass, and any creature. Damn, even the air itself has something to offer! But not here, no, there are dunes on one side, and an ocean of artificial water on the other. The air here does provide me with a small amount of energy, but only enough to keep me young and beautiful. This is the only reason why I have not escaped from this personal hell. After thousands of years of torture, all I can do is wait for the moment, and hope that one day someone can release me into this world again, when that When it happens, I will have some fun!
It's so boring here! I can't do anything except meditation, I never do it just because it makes me feel bored! However, sadly, this is the only way to barely get the energy needed to sustain life. To make matters worse, I haven't seen another creature for a long time! Oh, how I long to cover my long, clean hands with vermilion! I miss the sticky feeling so much!
I couldn't help sighing, it's not good, I just want to make myself feel depressed again. I have gone through these stages many times before, and I will enter a state of complete indifferent, where nothing will bother me, but as time goes by (in fact, it is difficult to judge the time when the sun will never move). , I will become frustrated and angry with everything around me. Then all this will pass, and I will become indifferent again. I have never been unhappy. In fact, I make others frustrated, and I am also very good at this.
I really miss those rìzi. I used to be very famous around my old neighbors, and my name even entered the neighboring country! Yes, of course I am very popular in the crowd, I like it! To be honest, who wouldn't like this kind of attention? In fact, I was so famous that even a few battalions were sent to my door, deep into the forest. I really like their company so much that I can't help but greet them with open arms. They always leave with less than half of the original troops, and the brains of the survivors swam around frantically, even unable to recognize the faces of their relatives. It's no big deal, it's just a small gift that I think they might like. Even the witches sometimes come to my house, even though they never leave. Hey, those who don’t want to leave really make you uncomfortable, right? This is how I feel, instead of letting them do it, letting them get under the skin of the earth, where they provide nutrition for my favorite trees and plants. This is a useful tenant!
Popularity certainly has its advantages, but it also has its decline. Many people try to attract you, or try to bring you to their level, just like him. There are many vampires who come to me, wanting to earn a reputation for themselves, but the only thing they create by themselves is a delicious soul. I will devour the souls of those hopeful admirers, as if they were sold, except his.
I couldn't touch it at that time. Looking back now, I think that was my golden years. It's really sad, I should do more in my life. I think I should use my unparalleled strength to build a small country in my name. Most people do this, right? It's a pity that I never really cared about this kind of thing. I think I will become a wonderful overlord. Well, maybe after I leave here, I should change things and really do it. As long as I am alive, there is hope!
I sighed again in my memories. One day, I think, one day I will break free and rule the fear of those who imprison me. I think I will start with the witch gathering, I will tear their organization to pieces, or kill them directly, or disperse them to unknown places. It was one of their wizards who locked me up, and I will never forget his name, the name of the bachelor who was a little bit worse than me.
Brady, I really miss him. Before he appeared, no one could match my strength. We used to quarrel a lot! They lasted for several days, always ending in deadlock and exhaustion. After that, I could hardly move, it was so tiring, I had to go home to recuperate. I have never been so happy when I tried to rip apart a person's interior! I couldn't help licking my lips, just thinking about it. Even those powerful mutants cannot start a battle like Brady. Ah, the good old days. Unfortunately, when he used some very despicable means to lock me up, my joy stopped abruptly. He created this world, knowing how much I hate it, so I despise him even more.
I quickly returned to reality, because something that hadn't happened in thousands of years happened and the wind direction changed. I stood up in surprise and looked around, trying to figure out what caused this huge change. At first there seemed to be no difference, the sky was still blue, the ocean and sand still stretched to eternity, but I noticed it.
This is my chance! This is what I have been waiting for! I don't know why this happened. Maybe Brady's magic finally disappeared after so many years, but the reason is not important. I will not give up this opportunity for anything. Slowly, but without any caution, I approached the tiny spatial crack separating the air, in the form of an opening in a cave, which could only lead to emptiness. The spinning wind roared loudly in my ears and was sucked into the entrance, forming a small vortex of great power. Everything around me was sucked into the opening, making my surroundings look like a terribly skewed painting. It's as if everything is attracted to this point.
I glanced at the place where I had lived for thousands of years and smiled triumphantly. finally! I screamed inside, I can finally leave this hellish world! I can finally see another creature! I can finally bathe in blood again!
Before I knew what was going on, the pressure of the wind grew stronger and stronger, and my body was forced into the cracks in the space. This force is so great that it took all my strength to prevent my long staff from slipping through my fingers.
Apart from strangeness, there is no other way to describe this feeling. This is the second time I have traveled in this way, and I can safely say that I will not get used to it. Having said that, I am still very happy to see this dark tunnel, which I have not seen for a long time. It's really quite peaceful. It reminds me of that night, when I was still living in those woods, I liked this night very much. I missed the opportunity to search the night sky because I was trying to detect signals from the stars, or better yet, trying to use the power of some lunar events.
I was surrounded by a series of purple lightning, because I was gently pulled. I shot helplessly like this for quite some time, marveling at the scene most people would never see, and finally I finally saw the crack in the exit, which was darker than the environment around me. This new development quickly made me realize a major inconvenience. I'm still speeding up in this tunnel, doing my best, I can't slow down. This is not enough to make me panic, but if I finally pop out from the other end and become some kind of obstacle, it will be a big trouble. In fact, I better write it down. Once I regain some power, I should regain some skills by experimenting with torture and execution methods.
Unfortunately, this is not the only problem. Since the energy of that terrible plane is very limited, I am now exhausted. I wonder if I can swallow an ant with the power I have now. This is unfortunate, because my instinct is screaming, there is something or someone on the other side of the exit, and I can hardly resist. Well, only time will tell.
This tunnel must be playing with my senses, because during that time, I hardly buried any place at the exit. I really don’t want to be trapped here to spend the next eternity, drifting with the flow like a helpless baby, until I cross the threshold of time and space, my existence has been transferred from the material world to the ubiquitous space, destined to watch forever Everything exists. This is one of the things I worry about the most. For those who think my fears are baseless and stupid, please refer to those clairvoyances who are addicted to Searle stones. Although I have never seen clairvoyance like that, I have heard these stories and seen the constellations on the stars. I tell you, this is a real phenomenon!
As I gradually approached the end of the tunnel, I was very happy to hear a soft low voice in my ears. Ah, I haven't heard another person's voice for a long time, my heart is actually starting to look forward to it.
They didn't scream out of fear, but even so, I was happy to hear them. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)