Chapter 9

We have been travelling for nearly 2 week's we have passed by one city in which I waited outside the city by the road as I did not wish to register for citizenship just yet as I was told it could be a very lengthy process for the newly raised. She sold most of our excess guns and took the platform and cylinder intruding them as an older model of personal shopping carts. Pressing the button on the cylinder a small beam of mana came from the bottom of it to the raising short barriers around the cart for transporting goods. When she returned she held a small piece of metal similar to the card I grabbed early just on one side there was the 'UB anywhere any time you need us' carved onto it. A debit card I was told it holds money so one doesn't have to carry the coins another convenient invention. She made just over 100 dollars after expenses. She ended up buying some food and ammo along with a book with the title

"History: THE TRAITOR or Greatest Patriot"

In which she gave me but I haven't read it yet I don't know if I will, but I will hold onto it.

The place we are heading to is a village that failed to overcome a monster tide and was abandoned. I asked what these monster tides were and apparently when a village, town and city hit certain sizes the world itself tests these places creating Swarms of monsters to charge at the settlement and if it passes the test the settlement is rewarded with an abundance of raw materials If it fails new species of monsters are released into the wild. This one failed as a Nobel wanted a secret city to train an army at but underestimated the monster tide and was forced to abandon it and everyone who knew about it was quickly deposed of even his once prized elven slave. She said a few of the buildings were complete but most were largely incomplete making it not the most attractive spot for bandits as there were many more such projects that were almost complete. And then most monsters didn't like the concrete fortresses. Making it an ideal place for me as it seems I am a wanted man or was a wanted man if that is truly me.

Scribbling in my journal as we marched our way through the woods bashing into trees here and there. We eventually arrived in a clearing that was heavily grown over grass coming to my shoulders and plants snaking their way up these large stone buildings refusing to give way to nature. The clearing wasn't large only supporting a few buildings one of them a warehouse that covered half the already small clearing. Making my way through the houses they were ransacked leaving almost nothing of value if anything. The warehouse was no exception large crates were strewn about all over the floor stacked upon each other disorderly as they were torn from the shelves in the search for anything of value.

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Moving around the warehouse a weak pained moan echoed quietly from just ahead. Moving towards the sound was a young man laying in a pile of charred corpses.

....

Panicking as I glanced around. He disappeared one moment he was in front of me and I glance away and he's gone. Hurrying around the warehouse a loud thud drew my attention.

Fearing for the worst I made sure the gun was loaded and bolted towards the sound slowing down once I got close I peered around one of the metal shelves. And there he stood lumbering over a young man flailing about as he was pinned down trying to kick and push the giant hand of the bone golem I have come to call my master off of him.

With his spare hand, he grasped one of the young man's arms gripping it tightly as the sound of bones crunching and crackling emanated from the grasped arm as at the elbow the arm snapped back before completely detaching from his body coating them both in his blood as his arm was dropped to the floor to flaming bony hands pressed onto his new stump the other a bony finger implanted in his mouth emitting a grey pale light.

The man was thrashing about kicking at IT. After what felt like an eternity IT moved ITS hand to the next arm before starting the process once more. The man's head fell to the side tears and snot freely falling from his face until he made eye contact with me and it all stopped for the briefest of seconds as I watched the pain clouding his eye disappear slightly to be replaced with hope. Breaking eye contact and shuffling back I heard a soft bang. Glancing down towards my foot it was pressed against a toppled container. Taking a slow deep breath calming myself down.

Closing my eyes, I repeated "My master is correct, My master is my God, My master knows best," As I repeated I felt safe, but also all the scars along my body ignited in a burning itch even the ones I believed to be gone, healed itched all the same.

Opening my eyes there he was my master. H-he was towering over me his hand ignited in flame. I didn't even surpass the entangled mess of bones that was his ankle. Moving my arms to push myself up I only ended up rolling over. Glancing to my left. Where my arm and leg should have been was a gaping hole, trying my best to move my arm it wouldn't move. I know it's not gone I can still feel it moving.

"I, I just, I just had. . . Hope. I thought. I'm Jjust a worthless bastard after all."

"Ohh, now, now, don't need to be so down you will be fine. But for now, rest."

Struggling to keep my eyes open he bent down picking me up.