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Trapped in Desperation's Embrace

Trapped in Desperation's Embrace

It's been three months since the armadillo incident, during which time I've been testing and observing the progress of my plants. By the middle of the second month I had already tested all the different types of plants, this time I tried to do it faster and save some time. After all, I already knew how long it could take for a plant to show changes, so pretty much all I had to do was wait for that moment.

Of course, I could have finished earlier, I mean, there are only five types of plants, but of course, I only have one dragon and he had to take breaks to replenish the lost blood. Which is curious because according to my observations, he replenishes his blood by eating red rocks and the purple fruits that are near the castle. So I'm sure there's a secret waiting there, but unfortunatelyI can't taste either of them. The fruit is poisonous and the rock, well, it's a rock, so I can't be completely sure.

For the remaining month and a half, I became an apothecary. The differences between plants were not many, sometimes one plant gave results earlier than others and at other times it took a little longer. There was an adult plant that took as long as a seedling to show results, a seedling that after blood was applied to it grew into an adult tree. Such changes were not regular, but neither were they uncommon.

The first two plants finally bore fruit, but to my disappointment there was no magic fruit, just like the others, they were just a little sweeter, but the fruits that had first ripened are now as sweet and soft as cotton candy. At first I didn't realize it because the exterior didn't change at all, but I don't know if it's good or bad news. I mean, apart from the meat that Danamus provides, fruit is my only other source of food, and too much sugar can't be good for my health.

With all the experiments I've done so far, the only thing I've achieved is to modify the growth speed of the plants and the taste of their fruits. Other than that, I couldn't find anything that would solve my weakness and magical ability or anything that could help me. So far the most notable thing has been the Shuriken trees, at least they serve to shave me.

The seedling that grew from nothing into an adult plant ready to bear fruit, had given me hope for a new important variable, but then it took longer than the previous plants to bear fruit and they are also very tasteless, so it’s a variable to keep in mind, but it’s also a disappointment, but on the other hand I now have a tasteless fruit for when I get tired of the sweet Fruits.

Therefore, my conclusion is that although the size and age of the plant influence the result, but for the different variables that occurred, it is clear that there are more factors that influence, such as: the innate ability of the plant, the mood of Danamus when I took the blood tests, the weather, the season or the mood of the fucking plants. After all, I'm looking for answers to some magical fucking shit I don't understand.

"Come on, do something interesting, you fucking plants, turn into any shit that will help me"

"....."

"I got tired of being a good person, give me positive results or I'm going to kill a plant every week, starting with this plant right here"

"....."

“Guyar?”

"YEAH, I'M CRAZY, THESE FUCKING PLANTS DROVE ME CRAZY, THE SITUATION DROVE ME CRAZY, THIS WHOLE FUCKING PLACE DROVE ME CRAZY"

“....”

“Gu-”

“Guyar?”

"No, you don't... I'm sorry, none of this is your fault, thank you for being patient with me, I'm fine"

“Guyar”

"You know, I don't even know how long it's been since I've been in this place and I'm still cooped up here like a fucking fattening pig, waiting for one of the bastards out there to eat me as their snack and I still haven't found anything that will solve the problem"

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"...."

"I've only been outside these walls twice, only two fucking times and I almost died both times and the bastards weren't even predators HAHAHAHAHAHA.... What good is a fucking plant that grows when it fucking feels like it? When one of the fucking monsters out there tries to kill me, what will I do?.. Oh sure! I know, I'll tell him -hey don't attack me, look, I've got a fucking sweet pear-"

"...."

"Any animal out there can kill me, and I only have fruits and plants to defend myself. Although well, fruit, vegetables and meat. i guess at least i'll be a balanced meal HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *Sob"

"...."

*Sob *Sob

"...Gaur"

"Snif* yeah, that's right, luckily I can always count on you... *Huuf* thanks buddy, I would have gone crazy by now if you weren't here. well, more crazy...... I’ll have to keep trusting you in the future."

“Guyar”

My plans for today were to continue with the experiments, there are still several theories that I need to confirm and based on the results do different tests, but due to the previous events I decided to take a break. My failed attempts to explore the outside seem to have left a more problematic mark than I had initially thought and now it's affecting my mental state.

Not having my mind calm is very dangerous, because in desperation I can make not so smart decisions and with a bad decision can start a cycle of failures that I will find it hard to get out of. So I postponed my itinerary for today, I decided to take a day or as many as my mind needs to be calm, how many days it is doesn't matter, I mean, I'm not going anywhere and I don't have anything else to do.

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In the end I only needed two days of rest to feel refreshed, my mind was now calm and I can make better decisions, so it was time to resume my work. I can't waste time either because the current problem is not going to solve itself. I used to like this place because it was part of a dream in which I could escape from the stressful and overwhelming reality, but from which I could wake up whenever I wanted. But now it has become a cage. A beautiful and magical cage, but a prison after all. The feeling of being trapped and at the expense of others is unpleasant.

"Can you do me a favor and capture one of the goats alive?"

“...Gaar”

“But you know how to use magic, right? I mean, you faced an armadillo a few tons heavier than you, it's just an ugly goat. Can't you just lock him up with your psychic powers, cast an illusion or some kind of sleeping pill at him? Don't worry, I'll help you, it'll be easier that way"

"Guyar"

"That means you're not capable, right? Friend, are you really a dragon? I mean, not that I doubt it, but when your magic should be of use it's not much use, you know?"

"GAAAR"

"Don’t roar at me in this tone, youngster. It's ok, it's ok. You're a super powerful dragon and a goat is no match for you. By the way cough* all mighty dragon lord....... I need some blood"

"Grrr"

"What? Don't look at me like that, you and I had an agreement. I told you it's for the scientific good, I'm not taking advantage of you"

I had several more ideas to continue with the experiments on plants, but after thinking about it during my break I decided to skip everything else and go straight to the experiments on living beings and in the whole fucking place there are only two living beings that I can do tests on, so I will have to be my own laboratory mouse. I mean, it's his own blood, so it wouldn't make sense, so Danamus is out of the question.

Deer would be the best option, but it's impossible to catch them alive. The kids are with their mothers in the herds, so in order to catch one we would basically have to fight the entire herd, which is clearly impossible. The young ones that Danamus hunts seem strong enough to not be caught alive, and I'm not even mentioning the adult goats, so that only leaves me as an option.

Yeah, my decision is not very smart, but I don't have many alternatives, I don’t want to stay here forever and if I want to leave this place I must be able to defend myself. Before I saw what animals are capable of I had thought about creating primitive weapons, but now I see that it is silly. Bastards use magic, not to mention how hard their body must be. So what harm can a stick do to them? Sure, unless it's a magic stick.

Fucking magic seems to be my only option, that or I become so absurdly strong that my body can ignore the damage that any enemy tries to cause me. But of course, for that I'd practically have to be made of Tungsten, which is impossible. So yeah, magic is my only option right now, unfortunately it also seems to be the most elusive. I just hope I can leave these ruins before I die of old age.

Maybe the plants will give some results or the fruits contain some tonic that will activate over time and turn me into a legendary magician. But my life is limited, and I'm not willing to wait for an outcome that from my observations is only a small possibility.

I'm locked up, tied up, without freedom, and if I don't regain my sense of freedom I won't be at peace. Even if it's a false freedom, but I want it back. I need to feel that I have a choice of where to go. Maybe later I'll decide to live here, but at least I want to be able to go shopping. I mean, only fruits and goats on the menu will spoil my taste buds.