Chapter 52 A VERY Long Rest.
(*Celia’s POV*)
Where… Where even am I? I wanted to get up from the pure white ground, but I couldn’t move at all. Where I was is similar to what my dimension currently looks like. Except that it felt more natural and peaceful. When I looked to my left, I saw a familiar face…
Creator: “Are you fucking insane!?” She yelled.
Well, her face is blurry still… Though I still know who this was. Going by her reaction, it wasn’t her intention for me to give someone a System. Which means that I am just a fucking idiot.
Celia: “What happened?” I struggled to ask.
Creator: “Would you believe my words? Check out your Status yourself.” She proposed.
Was it something bad? I don’t like the way she is acting at the moment…
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:Status:
Name: Celia.
Sex: Female.
Race: Human. (Soul Damaged)
Age: 15.
HP: -9999/80.
MP: 0/0.
AGI: -22.
STR: -57.
DEX: -10.
INT: -94.
Hunger: 0/92.
True Level: 15.
Race Level: 15/100.
Current EXP: 423/758.
Titles: Kin Eater. Giant Killer. Goblin Genocider. Enemy of all Wood. Mark of a Goddess of War and Sex. Mark of a Goddess of Death.
Self Improvement Points: 0.
Upgrades/Skills Available: 0.
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What!? I am four years older than before!? Was I really sleeping that long?… And what the hell does “Soul Damaged” mean?…
Creator: “Do you see now?” She asked.
Celia: “Yes, I do. But isn’t this your fault?” I reply.
Creator: “My fault?” She asked with a head tilt.
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Celia: “Despite Ria erasing my memory of that method, I still remembered it.” I explain.
Creator: “…That wasn’t my intention. It must have been an error from putting you into this body.” She said with a sigh.
Damn… It really was an accident that I remembered that method…
Celia: “Ah, okay. So what’s going to happen now?” I ask.
Creator: “Once again, so damn nonchalant… How many times must I have to save you? This is beginning to become a theme with you, Celia…” She said with an annoyed tone.
Celia: “As many times until you eventually get bored with me, I guess?” I reply with smug tone.
Creator: “…It took me four goddamn years to repair your soul to this point. Of course, with some help by those three as well. You’ll wake up soon, but you will be beyond weak.” She explained.
Celia: “Thanks.” I reply.
Creator: “…You would still thank me? Even after all that I’ve done to you?” She said with a surprised tone.
Celia: “As much as I want to hate and kill you, my desire to love you is stronger.” I reply with a smile.
Creator: “…”
Celia: “Besides, with me loving you, the more painful it is to live with the things you’ve done to me, right? Then that is more than enough of a revenge for me.” I say with a confident tone.
Creator: “If you still think this after you’ve saved your family, I will have to marry you.” She said with a seductive tone.
Celia: “…”
Did I just seduce her? Why am I so fucking good at seducing women!? That wasn’t my intention at all!? I am trying to torment you!!! Please! I can’t have another wife! Four is enough for me, I swear!
Creator: “Your wives were impatient, Celia. But I am more than willing to wait millions of years for you to marry me. So in that sense, don’t feel any pressure.” She said with a laugh before snapping her fingers.
With another struggle, I managed to open up my eyes. Surrounding me were magical crystals and empty potion bottles. With small bits of liquid inside them, it was clear to see that they were placed here recently.
The bottles must be some kind of magic, rather than just containing what I assume is healing potion liquid. As for me, I wasn’t in a normal bed. It was more accurate to call it a bed that had walls on each side. I was practically swimming in healing potions…
Unlike in that weird world, I could actually get up from my “bed” I think that in that world, I was in my soul form. Which is apparently damaged. This would explain why I couldn’t really move there.
Looking around, I realized something horrible… My vision only extended a few feet. If I put my hand out too far, I couldn’t see it anymore. Past a certain point, it was just all darkness.
Celia: “…”
I tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. With great terror, I snapped my fingers near my ear. To my horror, I couldn’t hear either… Swallowing my fear, I tried picking up an empty bottle, so that I could throw it and noise. That way, someone would come and help me from hearing the noise.
Tears started to flow down my face, as I was far too weak to even pick up a damn empty bottle. Such a bottle couldn’t have weighed more than a pound. It probably weighed even less than that.
Curling up in a ball, with my head in my knees, I started to cry hard. Even as a fucking literal cell, I was never this weak. To not be able to do anything is so goddamn frustrating. If I can’t get stronger, will I ever find Yona? Let alone my other family members…
Is this my punishment? Once again, I went back on my word. I went above and beyond for three random strangers that I barely knew. Of course, if I knew that this would happen, I wouldn’t have agreed. But it’s still my fault, right?…
Those three were good people, so I am sure that because this happened, they feel horrible. But it wasn’t their fault. I very much downplayed the risks a lot. A damaged soul is probably something that is hard to heal.
I mean, considering that it took four years to just get to this point, I wonder how much longer it will take before I am better? I’ve now completely wasted four years in this world with nothing to show for it.
What I wanted was to spend less than a few months to find each one of my family members. How much longer will it take for me to find Yona now? Probably years…
It isn’t unheard of for someone to being able to fight if they’re blind. But that requires them to be able to still hear things. That isn’t even mentioning how fucking weak I am now. The more and more I thought about this, the more tears flow from my eyes…