All-Devouring Forces Chronicles
"Sigh." After giving himself some time and spending time savoring the little bits of meat in his mouth that were previously trying to eat him instead, Ciemnosc went back to the cultivation problems he had at hand. First and foremost, the words he spoke in his sleep. Which were simply beyond attractive towards him.
Ciemnosc was very well aware of the things he had done, even when he was just 3 years old, and killed his first person in his entire life. He wasn't a psychopath that thought doing such things at such an age would be okay. He very well knew how bad it was, it is, and how it could get. But he never regretted it, and even less so when it came to doing something he wanted, for the sake of his Sister too.
He would do it again and again and again, and do it again and again and again if he could.
And even more so… When he tasted blood and even flesh, for the first time just a couple days ago. It was all very well understood with his thoughts and the events that transpired. As such, when he ‘remembered’ what those words meant and the correlation they had with his…true self, his body, and his nature as well as oh-so-obvious innate capabilities. Ciemnosc knew he had to decipher things out already by now.
“!” Closing his eyes tightly, Ciemnosc visualized his thoughts and mind, ignoring his wonderful and fabulously feeling link between his Psychogenic and Dantian and focusing on his own…self.
‘All-Devouring Forces Chronicles…it’s an…it’s a something, alright… It’s…but it is mine, nonetheless…all mine and, only… Only mine!’ Ciemnosc, after simply ‘thinking’ for a bit, garnered his thoughts for such a thing that he didn’t even understand to the letter; but that he still somehow knew all about. And all that he could do now was to accept, receive, and study ‘it’.
‘It’s like cultivation! But why is it so different? It makes no sense at all, mm-mm! Ah~, now that I think about it, the old man’s 1st Step Manual also said that my body would produce odor and ‘ugly liquid’ that boys and girls my age and of my upbringing may get scared of but… There’s none? Oh, whatever.’ Ciemnosc thought semi-furiously for a while before finally delving himself deep into comprehending this new ‘power’ that has always been with him.
According to the old man Villosco’s manual and Ciemnosc’s brand new, out-of-the-blue feelings and sensations, which couldn’t be any less helpful scientifically; what Ciemnosc had was a kind of…’method’.
In this method, it didn’t affect nor block in any way his cultivation and instead, he would not only not have negative effects upon choosing to cultivate it, but he would even enhance his already incredible and amazing enough cultivation speed and solidness.
It could be said that Ciemnosc had practically two ways of practicing this ‘All-Devouring Forces Chronicles’ thingy; one was to absorb, and according to the way that the old man Villosco put it, ‘all that surrounds oneself’ which in this case is Ciemnosc in these seemingly poor lands.
Ciemnosc would even be able to then slowly but unstoppably become stronger. In this way, he would be cultivating even if he wasn’t trying to ‘fill his lungs’ with Power Energy, and he could make, even if he was unconscious and even if he was dying or injured or in the middle of a breakthrough, and his energy was all too focused in one thing or several and had no time for reuniting more energy - which would make it ten times easier for any ordinary person. Let alone someone like the one and only, unique Ciemnosc.
And two, Ciemnosc could…’cultivate’ this All-Devouring Forces Chronicles by ‘eating’ all and any kind and type of lifeform, something he was already aware of its effects. That was how he was able to last this much after being hurt by blades, some rusty and some not, smaller than the hooligans with machetes, but still.
‘Phew. Okay then, let’s go on.’ Thinking back on his experiences at cultivating, of how great it felt and the intensity of such, a kind of addictive thought formed in Ciemnosc’s mind as he wanted to do nothing more but to continue on and on cultivating!
He seemed to have it all, all that was needed. Be it for talent or potential, he figured out that he was pretty much okay!
And so, Ciemnosc, with his memories of such an impossible thing to explain, describe and understand; he began practicing the All-Devouring Forces Chronicles that he so much fell engrossed right into.
Wong, wang, wong wang wong~!!
Within his body, the sounds of power and mightiness enveloped Ciemnosc wholly. His chest hurt a little for a few fleeting but several seconds, followed by his stomach, spine, shoulders, arms…all the way from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Even feeling ‘sore’ of his hair, nails, and mind all over his body, it was like Ciemnosc was going through yet another whole-world-changing change within and on his body.
Feeling as if even his organs were now like rocks, Ciemnosc slowly came to feel sweat coming off his pores, and though his body didn’t change visually in the slightest, he felt a slightly fatter and longer discomfort in his pants. But that was quickly let go of as he realized that it was because he was seated for so long and not because he got his dick magically growing larger and fatter.
Instead, he felt some momentary heaviness, as if his body had turned tons heavy, and the powerful, solid ground below his bum quaked quite a couple of times, in small degrees but still.
“Aarrghaaaah- HUAAAAAHH!!!” Ciemnosc began letting out a dragged-on groan-roar, before finally letting out a strong, loud, and reverberating-in-the-distance roar out of his wide opened mouth, making even the little insects whose home suddenly experienced worse facts than an earthquake of their volume directly explode as Power Energy and his very own bodily strength exploded outwards!
“Haah, hoof, hoof, huff…” Gasping after giving out such a roar, Ciemnosc became so tired and sore that he had to lay his back on the ground. If the ordinary, small insects from before couldn’t do anything to him before practicing his All-Devouring Forces Chronicles, then…now that he did, he wondered if he could even be injured by those rusty blades anymore.
‘Perhaps not. Ehehe…I’m strong now, ehe!’ Thought Ciemnosc, the small, little boy who was only 10 years old, lonely, and without anyone to guide him. All he could do since he left the village was to move on and on through the desert northwards. Hoping that he’d someday reach somewhere where he could…indeed…find his own path.
With his limbs sprawled on the ground, Ciemnosc moaned begrudgingly over time, nonstop, as his sore, tired body remained just like that for a few - lots - more hours all the way until the sun was beginning to fall. On his face, there was, however, always a naughty, charming smile plastered that would make any lonely lady quake by her legs with evil thoughts entering their mind.
. . .
A few days later, in the middle of a jungle-forest area in which Ciemnosc had been walking. This time with a full belly, for a few hours already into, and was looking around with wonder.
Though near the village there were about a few forests, they were the size of only a few dozen ‘villages’, nothing too much. As for the jungle forest. He was currently in and was enjoying the sight of all of it. It was about thousands of villages large! It was very, very large indeed.
Trees that ranged from just a few meters to even 12 meters tall, only about a quarter of a meter in diameter more or less; lush, very lush, and with green just about everywhere. Not only at the top and the bottom but also in the air, with several unique insects that had a cylindrical lower body and a very small, thin ‘thorax’, nub-like heads, grasshopper thick legs, and thinnest of rather short wings.
There were many more types of insects, yummy insects for that matter. But those flying around all the time were Ciemnosc’s most preferred sight within the jungle forest as he got bored really easily with all the easy prey of meat he found and refused to touch a single herb unless it was out of curiosity and the desire for knowledge.
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Compared to his previous livelihood, it seemed like worlds apart when comparing the village’s surroundings to these places he has visited. And as he walked only northwards nonstop, he finally came across something that wasn’t desert. And thanks to practicing his All-Devouring Forces Chronicles, he was…to say the least…very damn fucking fast in leaping and running.
Even he got scared by the cracking ground and the whistling wind that followed each time he made large leaps from time to time, but it was fun! So.
Step, rustle, step, rustle.
‘Ooh, this one looks dangerous though.’ At this moment, Ciemnosc was calmly walking around, his darkest eyes darting back and forth about; everywhere. He suddenly felt a brand new plant at the extreme limits of his gone all-out ‘awareness’, which was 20 meters.
Moving towards it, Ciemnosc looked down at it from above without crouching down, thoughts running wild in his mind. Without a doubt, Ciemnosc had always been thinking that if he was able to get his body to become so enhanced, and empowered in and out, had healing capabilities without the…use of anything and could now control his own blood even. As well as the fact that he was cultivating all of the time without even trying. Then maybe he could also be immune to poisons?!
‘Hmm…only one way to know, hehe.’ After deliberating for a little, little while. Ciemnosc chose to try it. He rolled his sleeves, his clothes quite dirty and becoming obsolete already, revealing his wrists and shins, before directly sitting at the side of a herb that looked like a white tulip with 3 major petals tightly covering the center and other smaller petals with a large light green stem of 30 cm.
‘Okay, time to eat!’ Thinking so, the gluttonous bad boy Ciemnosc put the whole white tulip in his mouth, his teeth easily breaking through its protective, major 3 petals and munching on it with some relish; it was such a delicacy. Who would’ve known!
“Uh oh…” But then, as he felt weird around his limbs, Ciemnosc lowered his head to gaze at his wrists and right above his heels, where putrid flesh and blood were falling off his body, a smell of burning drifting quickly into his nostrils, his eyes blinking over and over again.
“Ah!” Throwing the munched tulip away with a spit and with his left hand, which had its palm now burning in just the same way, Ciemnosc was agape with his mouth as he couldn’t believe he would really die today, right?!
“Kya- AAAAAHH!!!”
STEP, STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!!
“...??” Just as Ciemnosc was busy thinking of which method to save the shit out of his life at these moments, Ciemnosc heard first a couple of shrill, piercing. And severe screams from a girl, followed by the sounds of her footsteps hurrying over towards anywhere as long as she could escape whatever was chasing her!
Since Ciemnosc didn’t know what got the brown-haired, cute girl of about 14 to 16 years old so flustered, pale with fright, and looking pitiful in a deadly, sad way, all he could do was to watch, waiting until the moment that whatever was chasing showed up.
STEP STEP STEP STEP…!!
Hurried steps of another person sounded out as Ciemnosc’s eyebrows jumped up lightly. These weren’t going to be the first people he encountered. But they would be the only ones close enough to him, and they didn’t intentionally avoid him even walking 10 meters nearby to him.
Who would’ve thought that it would be with a young girl running away from a slightly older boy? And one that was already in the ‘action’ of it, with blood coming off from the cute girl’s right waist and with her feet moving around, shaken and fidgety but trying to find the best way to land them on the soil along with roots and other plants of unknown origins and properties to her and the chaser.
“Aaa- aaAAAH!” For being careful, way too careful, the young girl was caught from behind, but not roughly though. It was more, as if she was being lovingly hugged from her back, with the older boy hugging her not that strongly. Not that it mattered, as the girl was way too in her emotions and not calming the fuck down at all to even know how to struggle; despite their…
‘Hm, 4th stage of the Spiritual Ligament Realm and 3rd stage of the Spiritual Ligament Realm.’ Directly knowing of their cultivation with a glance and as soon as they got into his ‘awareness’, Ciemnosc casually crossed his arms over his legs, still rotting at the burning of the unknown white tulip’s effects raging on in and on his body, his need for receiving a cure still there.
Phhshk!- Wuushh! Phhshk!- Wuushh!
“Gaak- gaaaauhk- aaayyhghk!” The older boy stabbed the cute girl twice in her right waist. But behind the already made wounds, a dagger had been already drawn out from his back as it seemed like he carried a kind of sheath under his shirt. The girl directly responded in powerful panic and fear, terror overwhelming her overall senses and whatnot.
“...” Ciemnosc frowned, as the old boy not only not continued to stab her to kill her or so after doing so twice already, nor did he grip her body tighter. On the whole contrary, he even pushed her forwards, making her fall on her knees and with her back bent, her forehead barely needing a few more inches to touch the dirt below.
At that moment, Ciemnosc saw the older boy’s crotch tingle, very obviously. As he immediately rose to his feet, the cute girl crawled a few times before impulsing herself strongly into the air and rushing forwards once more, running with all her might with the older boy right behind her. She was noticeably slower, but the older boy adjusted his speed to her so that he would always remain half a meter right behind her with a wide, prurient smile on his face.
He was handsome, though, maybe that’s how he got to stab her the first time, possibly when she least expected it?
Step, step step step- step step step step… Step…step…step…
While the 2 resumed their run and chase, Ciemnosc rushed up at them from behind and to the sides, a step of his making its way in soundwaves towards the older boy while the cute girl was way too focused on being afraid and full of terror to hear. Ciemnosc tried, but he was really inexperienced, and could only be so stealthy as he rushed towards the two of them, planning a killing and doing it fast without variables.
As the older boy heard those ‘extra’ steps more and more, he finally noticed that there was, perhaps, someone else rushing forwards alongside them. But just as he was about to take a defensive stance instead, he looked up at the cute girl that he was so itchy to kill and then rape only to find a marvelous sight along with a pitiful, tearful cry. “Aah~!!”
‘Hahaha, so stupid, how I like them!’ The older boy saw the cute girl run straight into 2 meters in diameter tree, and just like how they didn’t manage to see Ciemnosc before, and the small open field of a few meters in diameter, they didn’t notice an even bigger open field with a huge tree in the middle of it.
Fwoosh!!
‘Huh?’ The older boy thought, right before a sole hit him square on the jaw but, instead of flying away as one should in these simple fights and moves, he was left standing still while his jaw…was sent flying without him, blood trailing behind, and pieces of flesh and teeth flying about without a care for the older boy and cute girl’s traumatized countenances when seeing this scene unfold.
Stomp- grab! Fwuoosh~! SLAM!!
Ciemnosc gave no heed to such. Directly stomping hard against the ground, he lifted a good deal, a damn good deal of dirt, roots, and some small insects sleeping underneath their feet into the air for about a third of a meter. That sight alone was spectacular, sure. But as he did, he grabbed the older boy with his right hand at his collar before whipping his body through the air and then straight into the ground behind where he first stepped on!
The older boy’s body became weird as his insides seemed to ‘jump’ the moment his back hit the ground and, with his bones and organs misplaced, all made into a mess, Ciemnosc only gave the still alive older boy and cute girl 2 seconds to watch… Before Ciemnosc straddled the older boy and with his nails forming a total of 10 very indiscernible, ethereal, and minuscule ‘claws’ around his fingernails - began to make a mess out of the older boy’s whole outer body before doing just the same with the insides of it!!
Crrreeesshhhhkk! Crrreeesshhhhkk! Crrreeesshhhhkk~, Crrreeesshhhhkk Crrreeesshhhhkk, Crrreeesshhhhkk!...
Blood began splurting mercilessly all around, accompanied by bits of flesh and broken, sliced bones shooting a few meters into the distance from time to time. Ciemnosc was too busy biting a good, clean piece of flesh and drinking blood whenever he could while his wrists and shins were fully rotting with burning scents coming off of them to notice the cute girl’s yet even more disastrously terrified face as she watched her savior be the man of her dreams.
On the other hand, when she saw him heal his ugly limbs, she felt her whole body tremble in anticipation of at least fainting; and if possible, directly dying from a stroke.
“!” While Ciemnosc was busy ‘healing back up’, the cute girl noticed the shiny glint of a blade right on the left side where her feet were scaredly placed together. Without doubting her need to live, she picked it up with her left hand before holding it in a reverse grip with both hands, dirty and slightly bloody, especially her right hand.
…step.
Crr-.
“Don’t.” Just as she rose to her feet, diminished her silhouette, and crept towards his back, and just as a branch from the tree that her back had been supported this whole time. Ciemnosc’s voice reached her, it wasn’t the cutest or sweetest that he always had but a hoarse one - hence becoming dragged on naturally, terrifyingly enchanting, hypnotizing, and irresistible.
“...AAAH!!” Seeing his darkest pools for eyes, seemingly capable of absorbing all life… Serene and ultimately cold, lifeless yet captivating; to become a lunatic for by just looking at them and lovable. Yet with that bloody mouth and with her mind making her think seeing a whole piece of a human’s flesh in his mouth being chewed on, the girl screamed to the top of her brave lungs before lunging at him.
“No, no- agh, why is everyone seemingly retarded?! So moronic!” Ciemnosc said, for the last time, as his voice still enchanted the cute girl to no end. Yet, he stepped forwards, placed his right palm on her collarbone, and his left hand grabbed her still screaming mouth’s upper teeth; making no mistakes, he dealt with her.
Ckrsheeeeeerrrrr~~!
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