Chapter 1
In a room covered by hexagonal golden shapes that slowly oozed a Thick golden liquid and in the air a sweet smell that could make anyone intoxicated. this place is like a heaven its as if time stops and the sun shining from the outside to make the whole room shine in a golden radiance.
A heavenly place that is if you could stand the constant buzzing and the large over sized bees that run the place.
A man, Marcus contemplated his sanity as his nostrils take in the best smelling honey that he ever smelt. He wondered how good a place to die this is and he would have enjoyed his time here.
That is if he wasn’t tied up with a rope so tight that one might think he had a BDSM Fetish (which he won’t admit he has) and glued to the Floor with harden honey, well at least he accomplished his goal at least.
The honey was in his hand… err technically on, in, and around his hands and most of his body aside from his neck and head he just wished the honey wasn’t so far up his ass.
His brown hair disheveled from his futile attempts of escape and his eyes a dull green and looking listless not from the fear of death which was almost inevitable but due to his extreme boredom.
All he could physically do was look at the floor which was inches from his face and sleep he wished they at least do something to them so he had something to think about but after he was ungracefully captured they left him alone for two days, at first he was dreadfully anticipating what would happen but nothing did and he was oh so tired of nothingness.
They could have at least taken an arm he thought angrily.
“Eat me if you’re not a bitch” he yelled at the top of his lungs hoping for a reaction but... nothing.
He sighed a deep sigh and stared at the wall which was a few meters away from him and it littered with large holes assumingly for travel. These holes were pitch black as they lead deeper into the hive.
Even if they weren’t any windows in the room it seems that the material used to make the hive can absorb sunlight so he could tell whether it was day or night but there was also another reason he could also know the days and the time as well.
At every early dawn without fail his Morning wood would activate like a clock and in these two days, his little sword would battle for spacial supremacy against the harden honey and eventually lose which would always cause extreme pain.
Oddly enough his thing wouldn’t stop even if it was painful obviously because his penis could hold a grudge (not because he liked pain or anything).
Even though he hadn’t eaten for two days he and his ‘little brother’ were still lively that was mainly because of his trait of unnaturally high Vitality he could actually survive pretty long without food but if he stayed like this boredom would be the death of him instead.
Thinking about a way to past time in this mostly empty room Marcus craned his neck so he could look at the part that made the room mostly empty, a bunch of beast skin piled on top of one another looking very reminiscent of a bed but many times the size needed for a human.
He even recognizes some of the beast pelts him being a self-proclaimed monster aficionado. it was the wild Boar Gorad Brown pelt as well as a few others he knew from the top of his head.
The Gorad is a relatively large sized wild beast the fact the bees were able to catch a few of them is very evident of their strength but regardless of their strength, it is their size that makes people confuse their organs functions and piss from the wrong hole.
The Massive size of the Hive is evident of this as well. When he saw the large structure he was flabbergasted at its size, similar with a width of a moderately sized human fort and a height that reached hundreds of feet into the air.
On the outer walls, Marcus could see tunnels that the Large Vizzart unofficially known as the fucking huge bees fly in and out busy with their lives.
Which made Marcus wonder how they would gather honey being that their size reaches that of an adult male would decimate a regular flower an image of a Vizzart doing a barrel roll in a field of flowers to collect pollen flashed to mind which was disturbing but cute, But he couldn’t possibly know how they did it.
Being an aficionado doesn’t mean being an expert and it's not that he would go to school to learn even if he could afford it.
Marcus Unsure what to do with himself decided that sleeping was best to save energy and closed his eyes He hoped that he found a chance to escape soon his “little sword” is at its limit.
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The Human Unity of Abtianious is said to be believed the only human nation in the world but when the people who say that only explored less than one percent of the world who’s to say.
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
Taking up 50,000 square miles and containing over a million humans this is the birth place of Marcus and in a certain tavern in the middle of the night, he was the topic on a certain person's mind.
In the tavern men and women alike wearing very sexual and revealing clothing occupy the wooden tables and the dance floor as the Bards play the hip music of the time “the King’s small dick” at the time it was cool to undermine authority especially the king, the leader of said authority and this song was part of such movement.
Containing the lyrics “The smallest hole his dick can’t fit no, no, no” and other words that told of cuckold behavior and infertility of course none of the songs were public and nor were there an inkling of truth to them but it was a way for people to vent in music form.
In tandem with the music there was a mage who used his light magic to create multiple light balls not in a way to mimic the kings testicles since they were size of a balled fist and that would contrast the song’s lyrics and since most men’s balls aren’t that large at least none of that the magician knew of at least.
These light Balls spun in a counter-clockwise as it changed colors every five seconds. For first-time club goers, the lights would be disorientating but the men and women that were in the club were used to the scene and weren’t newbies in any form considering that this Tavern was invite only with friends.
It was safe to say anyone who was in the room was drunk off the atmosphere if not already drunk of the heavy liquor which permeated every crevice of the tavern.
On the right side opposite of the dance floor was the bar where a man in a very expensive suit whose age hovered around the early thirties was servicing customers although his signature smile wasn’t on his face tonight because of a certain woman.
There sat a young lady in her early twenties in the middle of the table in front of the bar, the three seats that were next to her right and left uncharacteristically empty as if someone had taken a large squeaking fart that smelt of rancid vinegar around the area but it wasn’t that, most people in the tavern aware of this young women wished it was that sort of situation.
She drank a large shot of the Bars most famous liquor Gorad’s Blood like it was distilled water. Normally a bunch of men would flock to approach a beauty that rivaled the heavens such as her.
She was wearing a sexy black dress which accentuated her ‘assets’. Said assets were two in number. The first asset was her wide hips and bubble butt ass that any man could get his and his mother’s head lost in. The second asset was with her bust breasts, they were big enough that each could hold a gallon of water. Normally, a semi-confident male would approach, but…
“Give me another shot an’ don’t dilute it” she yelled out at the bartender with a heavy slur to her words.
Hearing the command the bartender who already was visibly afraid and had a slight shiver to his every movement ‘the twentieth shot tonight’ he thought amazed.
What was peculiar about this women were that both her hair and eyes were a crimson color which indicated to the others in the area that the beautiful woman is a holder of one of the ‘insanity classes’ like the Berserker.
Classes like those were both feared and admired which was more like admired from a distance and feared from a distance which meant an increase in distance by a factor of two.
The bartender immediately ignored all the other customers as he practically scurried over to her like a rat in heat to give her a bottle of Gorad’s Blood.
Hands visibly shaking as he holds it towards her, unfazed by the obvious fear she snatched to bottle from the man and started drinking straight from it.
This shocked everyone in the club of course by everyone it is meant the men who were gawking at her who were in turmoil from not wanting to die and wanting a chance to get freaky and the women who came to the club to be gawked at and hated her taking up the attention albeit the wrong kind.
The only one that aware of her and wasn’t shocked was the wizard maintaining the lights in classical wizard attire that that a certain flair of being multicolored like a rainbow was tamed and its live convulsing body was molded to mimic wizard clothing, his black eyes dully watched her every movement his face slightly scrunched up seemingly angry.
What shocked all those men and women was the fact she drank so much Gorad’s Blood which was aptly named being made from the blood of a magical beast, a normal person even the hardiest kind wouldn’t be able to drink so much in one sitting.
This further pushed the notion that she had one of the ‘insanity classes’ more aligned to blood classes like Blood Knight and its variants.
The normal amount the slightly traumatized bartender would give of Gorad’s blood is half a shot once a day.
The dark red and deadly Aura that surrounded this woman seems to thicken the more she drank creating an image of an evil goddess whose pastime is to torture virgins.
The bartender noticing the change and starts to panic his lower lip seeming losing control. The blood haired women seeing the change in expression on the bartender miss-interpreted his worry.
“don’t Urrp fret I’ll pay” with a burp she tried to alleviate his worry which seems to have the opposite effect.
Afterward, her head met the table hard like a large rock falling on a fragile and smaller rock obviously intoxicated not on alcohol but on the copious amount of Gorad Blood she consumed.
“T-the bottle and the previous nineteen are on the house, p-please just don’t destroy my tavern honorable mistress” pleaded the bartender before running away to serve another person, he certainly lost a Bunch of money because of it but if his lively hood was safe being his bar then it was a favorable exchange.
’Figures’ she said under her breath as she took another swig of liquor of course with her head still on the table and an unhappy thought passed her mind for the umpteenth time today ‘brother where are you.’ Her Brother has Been missing since a week ago and although she knew where he might be headed she didn't know which direction he took.
In the next instant, the bottle shattered sending pieces of glass and Gorad’s Blood all over the place
“When I find you, your ass is mine”
the sinister aura covered the whole tavern in an instant stopping everyone in the tracks even the Bards causing them to stop playing, which created an eerie skin crawling silence for everyone except the two who obviously didn’t belong.
She was fed up with waiting.
Status Page:
Marcus (Male)
Race: Human (0)
Class:
1. ???
2. ???
Ability:
1. Hyper Vitality (1)
+ Bonus: consume waste in the body to supply energy. (only in emergencies)
2. ???
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??? (Female)
Race: ???
Class:
1. Blood Knight
2. Berserker
Ability:
1. ???
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??? (Male)
Race: Human(0)
Class:
1. ???