What mattered most was that he had begun his goal with a purpose in mind and he would have to die first before he would give up on this quest. The road ahead was just a step away.
Stopping now would be folly. And so Tristan sustained his malicious chanting.
“HAHAHA! Trivial tricks! Why don’t you tickle my balls some more so I could slap on your face in full?!” an unrecognizable voice proceeded without pause.
The boy was not concerned with the state of his body other than what he believed he would achieve in the end. Any more than this was not considered important at all.
From the nonstop scrapes followed the
"Master Tristan? Are you okay?" the woman called again and this time her voice was louder than the last.Tap, tap, tap... And the same sounds were perceived by her once again. It was at this time that she dared to put an ear upon the hard wood that cased the doors of the guest chambers.She had feared to hear the music of lustful moans as the solid surface flattened her ears firmly but alas, what she got from her endeavors was not the one that she expected.There were no moans or sounds of ecstasy whatsoever. What she got was the ever rising torrents of the same flood of eerie thumping on something.“An object to a hard
Its healing rays were undeniable as the constant grace of cure were slowly mending the signs of trauma and torture upon his sullen body.A few breaths passed and the hard coughs stopped completely. Another soft tap later, a young boy was now fully standing firmly on his foot and was steadily gazing upon the lone occupant of the bed.His eyes bled with love and attention but unbeknownst to anyone, the grotesque form of a boy was also busy conversing with someone unseen."Can I be healed from this curse?" Tristan asked wordlessly."Negative, host. This power is beyond the Artificial Intelligence System's capabilities." The sweet
They were the Rulers of Realities and were seated at the apex of power in his previous world. And that was only one of the requirements to attain a single Potion of Resurrection.Thus, dreaming something of that kind was simply best left behind as that, a mere dream and nothing more."Give me a more direct remedy for my mother's illness, A.I." Tristan ordered after testing his hypothesis. He was in luck that he had provided at least a recourse for this eventuality.With his vast knowledge proven unusable in this existing situation, he has no other hope left but to lean on the chess piece that he anticipated beforehand.This po
Its pinkish peak was attractive to the sight yet the allure did not even faze the concentration of the boy. He mechanically did the pressure points and touched as he was instructed per the system's guidance.Although it would have been best to use needles for the labor at hand but doing the same with just his fingers was also doable as long as he would do the actions with precise strength and control."The easy part is over. Now to the more difficult portion." Tristan whispered after ten minute or so of handling the upper body of his mother.His eyes wandered down south and saw the liquid ooze of a sweet smelling nectar due to the unconscious reaction of a woman's body under the relentless caress up
Lorette could easily perceive such a detestable flavor of death no matter where she arrived. It was a rampant occurrence after all in this land ruled by strength and influence.“What’s the matter, woman? Come on in and close the door behind you.” Lorette heard the summons of the cursed boy.Since she also had no say on the topic, she could only close her eyes and do what was expected of her once more.“BANG!” the sealed doorways seemed like a thundering boom on her ears. Lorette would have spilled her guts on the floors if not for the extreme fear that held her down on her spot.“HAH!”
And it whispered a hushed advice for caution. This time, their natural aptitude for danger has blessed them to survive another evening in this vast wilderness.So the shape of two crimson orbs navigated with ease and with its speed that was beyond anything human could ever accomplish, it was gone as easily as it had come.“Who goes there?” a shaky voice took courage in even uttering the question out.The one who asked was the guard at the gates of Master Joseph’s mansion.While the town’s sentinels were fast asleep at the moment, the same could not be said to the house of the most influential person in
“Affirmative, host. When you reach the Immortal Stage of Cultivation, you could then wield the laws of this world and modify them at your will.” the system replied.“Immortal, huh?” Tristan whispered. He knew the difficulty of reaching that peak even in his former reality.In this new world, he could only surmise that the same sacrifice of time and effort were needed in order to reach that realm. And perhaps even more.“What are the cultivation stages of this world?” Tristan asked again.Since even the truths that he took as real in the past were different the moment he came into this curren
If not for the system and its lifesaving energies that were almost boundless as it continued to heal his tormented form, then he would have died a million times over in the span of just a minute into the task.Tristan looked around him and could not help but smile at the second room that he had blemished once more. The caretakers of the mansion would indeed pay him good amounts of love for this deed.“Let us test its power, shall we?” he called for his unseen ally and closed his eyes for the moment of truth. He could die here but that mattered little in the grand scheme of things.The infinite years that he’d lived had been enough to taste the blessings and delicacies of life aplen