Large Investigation

And for whichever method the believer was attacked, after equally making a sound or two with his senses disturbed by such powerful sight, it turned around and ran away but, in the next moment, it got its murderer to act as his whole body now painted the wooden floor dark red. A 2 meters long trail of such from this room to the adjacent one was all that was left of Hidden 8.

Exiting the place and taking their corpses as well, into one of the new Covert Space bags he found, Ciemnosc went over to the rooms at the top right corner now as he was to visit the little rooms of each corner of this massive room.

He then found Hidden 10’s corpse with only its head and lower body remaining, from the pelvis to his knees - he had his lower body impaled by a bunch of clean yet bitten through bones; they were naturally his, and as for the sexual impalement of his person…Ciemnosc could only atone it for Hidden 10 for being too unlucky and a bit of a hopeless idiot.

Afterwards, in another corner, Ciemnosc found Hidden 11’s tight outfit to ‘sneak’ around; it had all over his body tiny marks of bites as if starved little beings were finally unable to hold themselves in and lunged at him. As his corpse was found in a semi-large room for kids, where drawings and even cribs were around besides a ton of small beds.

It seemed that he had stayed there for a long time until he was bitten off and chewed, not even his sexual organs left non-chewed as if he was assaulted by hyenas - let alone the rest of his ‘decent’ organs and contents in his stomach - his acid was probably even taken as juice…

Lastly, on the 2nd floor, there was Hidden 9, who also didn’t have a complete corpse. Only his head remained and part of his spine that contented to his neck. Other than that, splinter-thin white ‘wood’ was creating a sun all around his head, which was very well done so. Ciemnosc shook his head as he took his skeleton’s splinters and his cold head inside the ‘for the defunct’ Cover Space bag.

…Step, step, step, step, step.

Lastly, now for real however, Ciemnosc came down the main staircase with the front doors facing each other. He held his head low, hung somewhat as he walked down the steps in a lackadaisical manner. But…his eyes looked amidst a lone corpse that was distanced from the rest. Their pants are halfway gone and the only one with their corpse remained intact in the whole house.

‘You silly.’ After Ciemnosc’s eyes that had trembled for a second and a half recomposed themselves, he walked even slower, heavier than before towards Cala’s corpse, which had a frozen yet not stiff but smoothed out a calm and lasting comforted smile on her lips. Crouching down, Ciemnosc held her back with his left arm and propped her crotch up with his right arm under her buttcheeks.

Her vaginal area had a pale-gray touch, but it seemed to be wet still, not dried up, yet her body was utterly cold - almost as cold as the trapdoor and the basement from before. Ciemnosc noticed that it remained ‘frozen’ as well, still not stiff though, and that a large opening was made into her labia, which might’ve been the reason for her smile.

‘Really, even a…ghost, you don’t have a filling, huh?’ Ciemnosc shook his head gently, then looked down at her fleshy rump once again as if to answer his own question, before nodding with his head to the left. ‘Yeah, you don’t seem to have one.’

Passing his right hand over her orange, curly hair, Ciemnosc then caressed her face lightly, his thumb caressing the left corner of the lips on her still slightly a beauty’s face before easing up her smile into a relaxed, fallen one’s face. He shook his head again, she might’ve enjoyed what not even trillions might get the chance even if given much, but she must’ve moaned in the end and that…had sealed her unrestrained, silly self.

“Huu- hmmmf~...” Ciemnosc sighed out through his nostrils after breathing in a bit through his lips, his darkest eyes in comfort as they looked at the outside through the front doors where he could see team 1’s car to the left, blood spilled all over it and the morning sun lighting up the entire previously-a-village’s territory completely; almost like a blessing.

. . .

For the next few days, Ciemnosc the Gravekeeper came to light once again. He put comfy shorts on so that he wouldn’t be touching his pants over and over again while carrying corpses.

On the 4th day since the scouting mission began, which turned a bit awry in the end, total 99% casualty rate, Ciemnosc came out of the mansion and proceeded to turn on the distress signal for the sect. While on the other hand, he completely ignored to contact with any town nearby and simply got himself to work.

First was the child from, which Ciemnosc took into his hands and then placed into a random Cover Space bag. Which was only a couple in the entire 300+ cultivators here, which could be seen how damn scarce they were. None of them came from his Hiddens though. Only the Moribund Yearning Cult’s believers had some.

Ciemnosc buried the child’s corpse on the side of the river, it was only a set of burnt out ashes anyway, so nothing it could ever do to the environment, be it good or bad. And the child himself even seemed to have some connection to the water. No matter how he felt it, Ciemnosc couldn’t put it into words.

After the little child, it was Cala, Hidden 12’s turn; for someone Ciemnosc had deemed worthy of becoming his practice partner for sexual purposes of being a good husband in the future, Ciemnosc valued her alright. But since she was felled and even killed by her last lover without any cause, he could only take a trip outside the village and bury her in a beautiful spot where many flowers had indications to possibly bloom. With her body feeding them now, they were bound to grow beautiful.

Though he would’ve rather burnt her to ashes. Knowing a bit of her when they talked and walked together on their way to the central man camp, burying her was her one way to go indeed.

Hidden 8 and Hidden 11 were next. He buried them next to each other and even remained there to look at their graves, his head tilted to them one last time, too. Hidden 10 and Hidden 9 were directly burnt. It was whatever. While the rest of the Hiddens all around were burnt along with Hidden 2 and the car, which after some days stopped needing to send the distress signal.

So Ciemnosc turned it off and used parts of it to create a large, huge ass burning hill of corpses in all kinds of states; this wasn’t for the sake of giving them a burial, now that would be laughable. It was merely to give ‘cleansing’ to the village who went all out and ended up winning - of course, sacrifice was what they wanted in order to plummet their enemy.

As such, Ciemnosc made the road burn for a couple of days while he buried the villagers’ corpses around the mansion, kinda near to the small river but nowhere as close as the rich little kid who was the different one; the key to all this…’victory’.

As for cleaning up the place and giving it a painting, Ciemnosc was neither too bored nor a masochist to get to work just for these things; and besides, the place was to surely be under the watch of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect later on anyway, why bother at all?

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But that being said, Ciemnosc didn’t just do anything and waited for the sect’s reinforcements to appear, as he directly began, and finally to…cultivate!!!

After so many weeks went by with Ciemnosc not being able of cultivating with ease, he was now in the middle of nowhere and within the territory of basically no one considering only Grand Elder knew of this place and its peculiarity - well, she or her sources whichever they might be.

As such, for over a whole week, Ciemnosc sat down in front of the mansion’s front doors and cultivated, with day and night passing by and training his body for each achieved stage he had crossed through. The day was mostly light-warm and the night coldly took him in. He much more enjoyed and felt alive in the night due to this, and even cultivated a tad faster for that matter.

However, cultivating through the Phrenic Realm is to simply take more and more energy from the world and turn it into one’s very own Power Energy. And for Ciemnosc, he only just now found out how hard it is for him to achieve a single stage…even as he used Supreme grade Powerful Stones!!

Because, indeed, unlike what anyone else thinks and has been proved for Eras and Ages nonstop was…not at all how it worked with Ciemnosc’s body. Ciemnosc himself, thanks to his All-Devouring Forces Chronicles, felt himself cultivating slowly -very oh so slowly. But even after weeks of being at the Phrenic Realm 1st stage, he was barely halfway through the 2nd stage.

When he first used Inferior grade Powerful Stones, he barely increased that by a 20% even after using dozens and dozens and dozens of them, getting quite close to the couple hundred of such being used for just that little advancement. But when Ciemnosc used a Supreme grade Powerful Stone, he immediately broke through into the 2nd stage.

The next thing he had to do was to train his whole body and Power Energy; he took some of his Mortal grade swords out and refined his movements for a faster, quicker, and deadly improvement of his movements with swords. Not even creating a technique or even a skill, but simply training to become a bit better at wielding swords and so on.

But it wasn’t just that. Ciemnosc also made his claws go back to showing themselves, moaning a little here and there as he no longer had to suppress himself and could go all out! His Power Energy flowed faster than ever thought possible for any cultivator in the first step, and with his full body strength released with each of his moves.

Brandishing his still tiny ‘claws’, Ciemnosc had all the time in the world as he waited for reinforcements to come. And in just one day, he managed to stabilize his cultivation at the 2nd stage of the Phrenic Realm. It was only to be expected since Ciemnosc spent too much time not advancing one bit. And when he finally did, he did so with such a large quantity and much higher quality of pure energy flowing right into his body.

The very same night that day, he resumed cultivating, still processing the residuals of the first Supreme Powerful Stone, which eventually aided him quite a bit even in that stage. Then he took out another Supreme Powerful Stone that seemed to push him up into the heavens or down underneath the earth; as soon as Ciemnosc got his cultivation base breakthrough yet again, now to the 3rd stage, he once again stood up from cultivating and began stabilizing his cultivation base by training, training, training very hard and training.

He also wanted to be quick about it, all so that he could take advantage of this free opportunity to cultivate without any possible hidden danger, peeping, and so on. If anything, only the slowly coming to a rest - ghosts were going to be peeping at Ciemnosc before leaving for anything they were supposed to go to. If there was anything to go to.

Meanwhile, just as Ciemnosc was solidifying his Phrenic Realm 3rd stage cultivation base, inspiration from days and days ago when fighting some fellow sect disciples and watching Valeria fight, Ciemnosc finally got a result he wanted…

One day, his hand began emitting a kind of sensation similar to how he would use his new tools to have his weapons move around with his chains and the arrays inscribed into them as well as into the tools on his body and his weapons. In the daylight of the second day since he entered the 3rd stage of the Phrenic Realm…Ciemnosc ‘summoned’ from what he could feel came from deep within himself made out of the darkest substance able to opaque anything - a…whip. It was 4 inches thick and about 40 meters long, but to which he stopped growing since he had a bad time with his Power Energy began to be greatly used up and taxing his mind as well.

Later on, Ciemnosc even noticed that…he could actually manage to have tiny ‘claws’ coming out of his toes as well, each one as menacing and…beautiful as the ones in his fingernails. And when he tried to ‘grow teeth’, a few smallish, probing sharp nubs appeared at the extreme of each of his teeth, somewhat being covered by the darkest of substance as well.

All Ciemnosc could understand…was that he was on the right path to furthermore discovering himself, not sexually though. That one was clear already…

The night of the same day, Ciemnosc processed the pure energy from the 3rd Supreme Powerful Stone and cultivated a bit more before uncaringly using another such Powerful Stone, gobbling its contents into his body as he continued to cultivate. Without a doubt, Ciemnosc immediately reached the 4th stage of the Phrenic Realm that very same night!

Ciemnosc had to go through his training again. 2 whole days went past like this with Ciemnosc not stopping with his training even once. He could spend himself and then restore his energies and spirit with the pure energy that’ll come later on. On the 3rd day after reaching the 4th stage, Ciemnosc unceremoniously attacked the 5th stage, the 3rd Supreme Powerful Stone was absorbed rather quickly of its remnants inside his body, and Ciemnosc only needed a whole other Supreme Powerful Stone; hence, the 4th Supreme Powerful Stone was then used, leaving Ciemnosc with ‘only’ 99 remaining.

Later on, 4 days later when Ciemnosc had already stabilized his cultivation base, and was merely training his tiny ‘claws’ and the new whip - all of the darkest substance which could opaque anything that appeared across it and so on. He finally felt his Identification Token vibrate, and from such, someone who hadn’t listened to the warnings he placed on the road was forcefully sent back to the sect as soon as he entered the precinct of the village.

On the other hand…Ciemnosc was going to be ‘rescued’ soon!

It wasn’t only very helpful for Ciemnosc to remain around the village for his cultivation. He also just didn’t want to try out the surroundings and see if the Moribund Yearning Cult was around, searching for him and its dead ass few hundred believers.

Now that the sect’s reinforcements were coming, that just meant there was much less danger now compared to 11 days ago when he first came here to do the mission, of course.

Ciemnosc made his way back to the mansion and waited for the rescue party to come…

…Sitting cross-legged in front of the mansion’s front doors, Ciemnosc slowly opened his eyes, about 30 figures of at least the Link Consolidation Realm appeared just 80 meters before Ciemnosc, they had seen him already, but unlike him, they couldn’t tell about any of his cultivation base nor of his current state - just capable of using their naked eye and no more.

Ciemnosc stood up from the floor and stepped down the little steps leading up to the front doors, his uniform was mostly intact so he had it on while his pants were different. His sneaky clothes were long gone and ‘accidentally’ burnt already, so Ciemnosc only had a few sets of uniforms to change and was using one of them now.

Step, step step, step step, step.

“Are you Ciemnosc?” A deep, somewhat rough voice came from a Phrenic Realm 7th stage cultivator, who was leading the whole squad of much better quality. He was also very damn tall, somewhat fat but mostly because of his muscle and volume. Ciemnosc inclined his forth and looked up looking lazy, to say the least, and answered. “Yes, that is me.”

“Where are the others of your squad?” The fat-muscled man asked, his eyes glaring down mercilessly on the little boy, to which the latter answered without any hurry. “Buried some, burnt some.”

“...Where?” After an initial pause, the fat-muscled man asked, understanding he was for some reason gaining not a bit of dominance over this little boy. Ciemnosc pointed about everywhere, all except for where Cala was buried, “Here, there, these, and there as well.”

“Go and take them out,” the fat-muscled man said to the men and women behind him, who nodded and turned around to proceed. Ciemnosc’s eyebrows stirred up slightly, which he cared not to conceal, and seeing this, the fat-muscled man said without caring for the little boy’s feelings. “Your words are your own, while the truth might really be a whole different thing.”

“Cooperate and come back to the sect, so that you may be investigated, kid. And now that we are at this, what the hell happened to one of us when he just came in?” The fat-muscled man said and asked, turning around with Ciemnosc before starting to walk ahead. Ciemnosc looked at him, and even less caring he commented. “Did he enter with a vehicle?”

“Yes, he did.” The fat-muscled man said, remembering the long walk over here and then remembering the sudden faint of his boss, almost reaching the 10th stage of the Phrenic Realm, suddenly collapsing and fainting in his own motorized monocycle. Ciemnosc didn’t even shrug his shoulders as he ended his comment, “Well deserved then, he’s dead.”

“...” The fat-muscled man kept silent, the sight of his boss’s vitals becoming utterly delirious, and beyond the brink of exhaustion out of nowhere, he became apprehensive. “What if we take out the bodies of our sect disciples?”

“As long as you don’t go looking anywhere else for more bodies, you won’t bring back anything nor anything new,” Ciemnosc said and then shut up. He walked on slowly towards the caravan a few kilometers away on the road. Since he was clean then he wasn’t worried.

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