...and it has to be now. I have few time left, to find someone I don't know how it is, which name I don't know either, even if it actually exists

I still think I'm Jonathan Lacks, is something I have to keep check just for the sake of me being me, I mean, being reincarnated in another one's body is something a little difficult to handle the first years, but one or another gets accustomed to this thing

I still walks over a path that once was a railroad, but now is a simple path filled with relics and scrap, and a few skeletons thrown all over the place, some of them with nice guns I can't afford to pick up because they tilt and go nuclear when grabbed by someone else, and they CHAIN REACT, the pricks, so the best for me, is to open fire to one or fifteen of them to see what happens, and as I expected I closed the tunnel in front of me, so I have to find a detour to pass by, because I have to reach to an exit from this great place to live

I haven't seen any dangerous symbols or words in the walls as of today. Maybe this world hasn't been afflicted by memes during the war

I saw some groups of interesting people I fought with, and actually helped them, so interesting people. A sane person, not like me, would say that they are just bunches of berserkers or possessed people, and I can't deny that, but they are fun people to go around with

Some screamed like absolute madmen with raped minds trying to give some of what they recieved and stuff like that, others just rampaged against everyone, me included, but I just slashed them and the other possessed ones just laughed at it, humiliating the dead ones with their occasional jokes. One time, I was with some normal adventurers, but suddenly, one of them just fell to madness and killed the healer, I "accidentally" transformed it into a zombie, then both of them started to fight and kill other adventurer parties. Maybe I am just falling into madness, but I started to hear both of them actually talking about random things, literally random things. No word had any context, they were just speaking to eachother, and ran savagely, like a pair of free animals in its habitat

Maybe we all are mad already, maybe not, but those were nice days to chill around with random people, because another day, I saw FIVE THOUSAND crawlers, you know, those literally darkened entities that has human forms and tend to appear only from behind you by unknown methods, were mating. I think it is just mating season for this mild species. They purr when in contact... with my battle claw

As for what I am seeing, they are mating to where am I detecting a windflow, but in the opposite direction, facing the wind. That may help in my quest. I will leave them to mate. Amid would envy them, but then, they would envy captain Amid's harem worlds, where he recruited its brothers back in the day. I killed, he raped. I sniped, he tentacled the foes. I traveled by bike, he jumped from mind to mind. I am a suit of armor, he was a juggernaut-armored super slime

I don't envy them, I just walk the shit outta me to where the wind is blowing...

---------------------------------------In another location, a LOT less dark--------------------------------

A relatively beautiful woman was walking by a sidewalk in the touristic district of the city of uL, filled with fashion shops and everything a tourist might find in a place like that, including, in its case, an infraction in its account, which appeared in her magic-imbued ID card, because of a fight in a bar the last night. Fortunately, she wouldn't go to jail for the rest of the year, if she can pay fifty liters to the police department before the end of the week, which is in four days. Even more fortunately, she will only pay half the price because she is a matriculated student at the uL's healers university

The liter is the coin of uL, is a blood-red coin, a tribute to all the heroes who made the city from scratch, to all of them who fought in the past to preserve it against all odds and beyond

So, a liter is a thousand milliliters, so she will have to pay twenty five thousand milliliters to the police via transfer.

The money transfer in this world works with dark magic to teleport the coins to the person who will recieve them, but the coins always remain in the pocket dimension, where trillions or quadrillions of liters reside. So, is more like a digital transfer from her student funds account, bonded with her ID card (so the ID cards work like debit/credit cards, but with the difference that the cards show the actual available amount with nine decimals to the right of the point)

The uL's police department is efficient and honest enough to send messages into the ID cards (advances in light and electricity magic, and practical applications about they finding you, and requesting your presence in the nearest police branch)

The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.

A pair of agents of the Ministry of Healthcare and Wellbeing, disguised as touristic policemen, came near the woman from between the weekend, midday crowd of the shopping district, and approached her, identifying her with their wrist monitors and level analyzer optics, pieces of equipment common for ANY security forces

A little stray dog appeared in the street, near the pair of policemen. It was a memetic effect from the camouflage of the APC that with three men in power armor with teleportation magitech. Only the agents of the ministry saw it as an APC, everybody else around watched it as a stray dog.

An agent analyzed the level of the woman, noting that she has level twenty, that means she has at least some millions of kills in her back. They themselves were no more human since millenia ago. They are not immortals either, just have infinite youth, yet they can be killed

The second agent asked her about some cults uprising recently, the agent asked her if she herself belonged to any blood cult

"What you talkin' about?" the woman asked to the policemen

"About the CULTS!!!! NOW ANSWER AND DEATH WILL..." the agent got relaxed by a dampening implant that releases chemicals in his body, relaxing him instantly and blowing out his eyes out of the pressure of three liters of relaxants, rage dampeners and other fluids inside his blood torrent. His eyes regenerated fast with healing magic.

He was a healer back when the curse wasn't a thing in him. Back when he had a masters degree in advanced brain healing. Back when he was only a thin, little overweight support adventurer serving with a squad of agents of the ministry in a raid against a blood cult in the east plains of uL, thirty millenia ago...

He himself is an agent of the same ministry he feared back in its day

"Sorry about that. He's in stage 4 of the curse" the first agent that approached her told to her to calm her, but with a mechanical, distorted voice. She had no mouth nor throat because in a rampage, her partner ripped her throat and face when in stage 3 of the curse. She had to incapacitate his own partner cutting his arms and legs, but that was two thousand years ago. But an illusory mask did the trick to conceal her real, sinister and terrifying face

In its mind-implants, the second agent detected the presence of something that had to be slain, massacred, butchered, eaten alive. He needed to go to the location of a blood cult in the outskirts of uL, three hundred kilometers out of the city massive walls.

Eight hundred meter high, seven kilometers deep, and 1200 meters thick. Massive enough to hold life for itself, yet only served to defend a city from the destruction of outsiders. Filled with old, superheavy tanks in some firing positions, normal and paranormal artillery ready to fire. Ground to orbit weaponry. Ground to air weaponry. Nuclear missile silos at the least, horrors from beyond madness land at the least worst. Laser turrets, men, women, ancient machines. Vehicles had to used to travel inside the wall

"I found something to calm with" the male agent said to his partner. He took the APC to reach fast, with the power armor men inside. The doggo disappeared without a trace, running between the streets with the agent and the power armor men inside

The female agent lacerated the woman's throat swiftly. The civilian woman fell unconscious. The agent called the emergency services until an ambulance came in. The paramedics took the dying woman and the agent entered with her.

Five hundred meters near a hospital in the center of the city, in a district filled with SAM batteries, even more laser weapons and artillery batteries moving constantly, seeking the skies for any menaces, threats, horrors of the past coming in for a vengeance. The female agent killed the paramedics only when she got assured the civilian would be safe. Then she killed them along with the ambulance driver, which she decapitated and threw its head thru the window, and stole the car. She drove to the outsides of the city, drove two hundred kilometers outside the walls, she drove to the south of the continent to the nearest branch of the ministry, a subterranean facility filled with demihumans used for experiments. Yet the base had a set of buildings with people inside. The persons were actually brainwashed constantly to serve as a facade. The buildings had access to the main facility and persons enough to feed a million of ancient weapons.

All of them, sets of power armor, designed to keep the extremely wounded without dying. The green grounds were just a holographic illusion. The ambulance entered without problems. The inside cams of the vehicle already identified the agent the instant she entered back in the city

The agent brought the woman with some interrogator-healers, specialists in mind-raping and worse horrors. All of them veterans of the five magitech wars at least, the three blood wars maybe happened when rebuilding the city costed them all the remaining water and had to resort to drink blood out of survival

A team of three interrogators plugged the civilian to a bed, chained, cutting her hands and feet, and just in case, severing the vocal cords. As basic measures, again just in case, the room had four anti magic field generators, one in each upper corner, infohazardous text in tabloids in the walls that induces submissive mentality, the chains are hazardous for the mind to see knowing about the installation itself is literally lethal. Any information the interrogators can gather is stored there by "un"known? mean(s), and if the person (survives?) the interrogation, it will be freed. How does one can define "freed" is anyone's guess

From an upper floor, the female agent had her vocal cords plugged to cables that ended in a set of speakers inside the interrogation room, in each inferior corner of the room. Looked like a torture room Amid would be excited (sexually and not) to gather around and fill it up with all kinds of drugs and testing (and tasting) the different instruments in himself and a bunch of people with glam metal sounding at ten hundred decibels, quiet enough to not kill them with just the noize

The agent spoke through the speakers: "Any unrequired noise you make, and your pain will know no end. AMIRIGHT!?"

The woman simply watched in fear, unable to shout, to actually express by herself. This is just the beginning

The interrogators were only illusions caused by hallucinogenic drugs, yet she is indeed tied and plugged to a bed and amputated with eyes opened, brain exposed and unable to speak

If this is being done to a member of this parallel world's royalty, what can, and do, the ministry do to any actual average citizen, not to mention, to the real criminals they capture?

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