“Hey! Let me go! I’m innocent I tell you!”
“That’s what they all say.”
“There are others?!” then the two men dragging me looked at each other.
“Yes…” responded guy A in a monotone voice.
“I just wanted to say that line at least once you know.” Guy B confessed.
“Right, what use was this prison if you don’t get to detain people?” I nonchalantly added.
What’s happening you ask? Well, I messed up big time or rather I finally got caught.
Let me start from the beginning. I’m Farst, I may look like a regular healthy 16 year old human boy on the outside but let me tell you, I am most definitely not, I am what you may know as an immortal.
What’s an immortal you ask? Well from the word itself, I can’t die no matter what, and let me tell you I’ve been through it all (probably). Heartbreaks, battling monsters and divine beasts, torture of all kinds and experiencing the very creative ways of executions of men throughout my three thousand years of existence.
How did I become an immortal? Wow, that’s a dumb question. Isn’t it obvious?! Because I am the one and only genius alchemist! Round of applause, thank you, thank you, you may continue singing my praise. Ehh, what does that have to do with being an immortal? Heh, you don’t know anything huh? I just created a philosophers stone, nothing much. The very stone thought to be a myth and it probably was just that, a myth, until I came around and bam, a little elf ear here, a few pubic hair of a virgin there, some dragon horn over here, a few secret ingredients now and then, and of course a pint of divine blood.
With the philosopher’s stone I made the one and only elixir of immortality, that’s right, immortality not some knock off elixir of life crap. What’s so good about it? Weeeeellll… first you become a being void of death, no man, beast or god can kill you. Immunity to diseases and the like, my body can be destroyed but meh it just gets tougher every time it grows back or regenerates from nothing, having an indestructible soul is a boon since that’s where my body starts growing in the event that something annihilates every atom of my body.
Enough about me, I know, I know, you still want to hear more about it but everything in moderation. ‘You got to leave them wanting more’ they always say.
Why am I being dragged by two muscular men along a dark hall? And why did I even started sharing useless crap?
No one asked for your opinion Karren. Hmph. It actually has something to do with it… no one told me that a God will die if you collect a pint of blood, even from a goddess of life no less. The other Gods were livid after hearing what I’ve done. Pfft, those God’s have nothing to write home about, I mean come on, for three thousand years I have been living a rather peacefully, even when they were “looking for me” yeah heavy quotations on that one. Ha, they could have just continued their whole war for all I care. The only ones who really cared about catching me were the younger siblings of the god of life, those being the God of the sword and the God of the hunt. The others? They were occupied with their war.
Now you know why I’m here. Brings a tear to my eyes, I know you want me freed. I’m the victim after all.
“Come on Jerry, let me go, yeah? Didn’t we bond together two thousand years ago over forest nymphs?” I called out to guy B.
“Enough! And who the hell’s Jerry?! Back then I didn’t know you were a wanted criminal!”
“tsk. Typical Jerry.” I turned away from Jerry only to be met by guy A, a real hulk of a man or rather, God, standing at around two and a half meters.
“Hey there” I started with an energetic greeting “there seems to be a misunderstanding here Greg, I was supposed to meet with my friends. I’m sure they’re really worried right about now.”
“….”
Greg didn’t give any response, a real silent type that one.
We have been walking for a long time that saying that we have been at it for months would be more accurate.
“Hey, didn’t we passed by a tentacle guy like a few weeks ago? How far is my cell?”
“Heh, that was cuthuluu. A proper God that one, he’s just on time out for attacking a world not under his domain.” Jerry responded, “You on the other hand will be kept for ALL ETERNITY! Your cell is farther down.”
“Hooo. A god you say? Never heard of one with tentacles for a face.”
“He came from a different world from you, no surprises if you’ve never heard of him. That was the last of the detention cells. Now we’re heading towards the proper prison cells.”
Ahh the only good thing here is that I have Jerry with me, if I was only left with someone like Greg, I would have lost my sanity on day one. I’ll be bored to death, hahaha bored to death, get it?
I met Jerry when I was still on the “run”, he says that it’s not his name but I honestly forgot who he was. Greg on the other hand turns out to be the only warden and jailer in the whole prison and we have been acquainted when I arrived.
“Wait! They were only in detention?! Weren’t they in rivers of flame, seas of regret and wailing for their lives?!”
“Yeah but they won’t be here forever. Obviously, they still have roles in their own worlds, even that Satan guy needs to return someday.”
“Is that how it works? So what will happen to guys like me?”
“Hmmm. I honestly don’t know. Hey Greg, what happens to guys like him?” Jerry turns to ask the third person in our merry band.
“I’m not Greg.”
Only to get that response.
“Ehh? But he called you Greg a few months back so I thought-”
“I’m not Greg.”
Woah, is Greg sulking?! Hahaha ain’t that a sight for sore eyes. After his monotonous reply he looked away!
“Um… uhhh, sorry I don’t know your name, so what will happen to him?”
Well ain’t this awkward I thought to myself grinning. Greg just turned his head away pouting. Oh my God that’s gold, a muscular hunk of a man sulking.
“He’ll be placed with her.”
“Oh! So my cellmate is a woman eh? First time I heard of it, is she pretty?” I asked, but Greg didn’t respond.
“I don’t get it.” Jerry tilted his head waiting for Greg to continue.
“She’s a rogue Goddess of destruction.”
Hmmm… thrifty with answers I see.
“Does that mean I’m the second person to be sent to this prison?” I asked, with no answer from Greg, again, so I looked at Jerry.
“Are there others in this cell?” Jerry asked.
“None.” Clear and concise as always.
“So he’s the second ever prisoner here?”
“No.”
“Eh? Now I’m confused.”
“No one ever lives a second with her. They all get…” Greg paused for suspense, heh should have given him more credit he knows his stuff. “annihilated.”
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We have been walking for about two years, the odd thing is, space seems to be different here compared to the upper floors where the detention cells were. To test this weird feeling out I made a glowing orb in front of me, only for the light to hit my eyes after thirty seconds and around a minute more for me to see Jerry’s face. Everything was far darker here, the upper floors had sea of flames every once in a while giving us some light, but now we have been in complete darkness the whole time.
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I tried talking only to hear nothing, I was sure that I voiced out something only for the sound to never reach my ears.
Putting the few pieces together, this whole area must be in some space compression magic or something to shorten the distance, no, something even greater than magic, I guess. I’ve seen Gods do what humans and other races would call miracles and break the term impossible now and again. After the long, long war known as the Divine war that brought hundreds of races to extinction came to an end a thousand years ago, the Gods themselves stopped interacting with the mortal realm, at least physically, they still influenced it in a lot of ways. But that has got nothing to do with me anymore, as this place seems to be far away from the world I came from, and every step I take makes it farther and farther away.
As my thoughts drifts off to who knows where, we suddenly stopped! I still can’t see my traveling companions beside me, though that doesn’t matter, my heart started beating fast in excitement. Eh? Why am I excited? Dude I have been walking for two years straight with nothing to do and no one to talk to, so of course I will be happy for any change in that sad and sorry state we were in.
“Whoa!! I can hear myself again!” came the loud announcement from Jerry.
True to his words, I can actually sense their presences now.
“What was that?! I have never experience anything like that!” Jerry bellowed again.
“A shortcut.” Was all Greg would say.
This whole exchange was under the veil of darkness of course, there was no light source after all.
“I don’t really get it but, what now?”
Jerry’s question was only met with silence and a moment later a small light shined in front of me and grew rapidly, before I knew what was going on I felt a sudden sensation of weightlessness. ‘Was I falling?’ I thought.
“Aaaaaaaahhh!!”
Those bastards pushed me off something, as nothing but white filled my vision, a black dot where two figure stand slowly closes as I vaguely hear Jerry shouting, and then the long awaited landing came with a loud thud.
“Ouch, ouch, hey! You could have killed me!” I complained to the now gone dot.
Getting up, to have a better view of my new cell, a blur passed by me and leapt towards where the dot was a moment ago.
“A naked woman? No, no, a girl?”
As I wondered what she was, the person in question continued to soar through the air passing through, where I think, I was thrown from. After reaching the peak of her jump, where it would have given a few athletic Gods a run for their money, she starts to descend.
‘Okay, keep your cool, be cool. Like ice.’ I told myself trying to keep calm. ‘We will probably be stuck with each other forever, and that’s a long time.’ At times like this your first impression would last a long time, I didn’t want to start everything in the wrong foot after all. ‘let’s give her a simple greeting when she lands, yeah, that would work and don’t forget the smile. Girls love how I smiled’ yeah this could work.
What a hang time, I approached her as she lands, I lifted my hand and gave my dashing smile, now for the greeting.
“H….”
Huh? Eh? What just happened? Hmmm… I was waving my hands, giving her my one of a kind smile and then… hmm… I feel a little light headed though so I can’t remember the last part. Let’s wait until my head regenerates okay.
WAIT!! Why the hell am I missing my head?!
I can see the girl in an after punch pose, just a straight punch huh.
There was probably a misunderstanding right? I didn’t do anything ‘yet’ for her to hate me, right? Let’s try from the top, how about a ‘hey beautiful’ yeah that could work, I think it’s better than ‘Hi baby’ my primary opener. Here we goo!
“He….”
Woah, I feel an extreme lightheadedness. I wonder why, I know I just regenerated my head a while ago.
Now this is getting embarrassing, I was pretty confident with my toughness, my body has endured attacks from wyverns, demons to dragons and divine beasts. It may have been obliterated in the beginning but it grows tougher every time it regenerates! And my skin was tougher than ancient dragon scales when I got caught! The very beasts that dare to challenge the Gods!
Yet here we are with a naked girl around sixteen in appearance, blowing my head off with a single blow, twice!
Now that I get a better look at her, she has a confused look on her face while her fist is still hanging in the air. Messy silver hair long enough to reach her waist, fiery red eyes opened wide, a cute small nose and pink lips. With porcelain white skin looking soft and smooth, two mounds on her chest going up and down as she breaths, B maybe? Or is it a C? Any ways she looks like a growing girl so maybe it will grow bigger as time goes by.
How can I see all this without a head you ask? Hmmm… my consciousness is tied to my soul obviously, and my body is just a means for me to interact physically with the world. I have a cool trick of separating my soul from my body and regenerates a new body where my soul is.
What happens to the body I leave behind? Ha! Without my soul for some reason it just becomes a regular bag of meat.
By now my head has regenerated once again.
“Hi there.” I finally succeeded without my head getting blown off.
Dang, I feel as light as a feather. I mean my whole body feels lighter. Wait… what the hell is going on?! What did she do to obliterate me? As I look at her, she’s in a clapping pose, did the shock wave from her clapping did me in? Like what??
As all this question runs through my head, I see her heaving a sigh of relief. Right now I’m just floating around in my soul form, haaa this will be annoying. Unfortunately I can’t regenerate my clothes, you know what that means, right. Yeah, I’ll be naked when I go back.
Contemplating whether to regenerate now, she suddenly looks up where the hole used to be and clicked her tongue in irritation with a tch. She now just plopped down, sitting cross legged with her arms crossed as well, THANK YOU very much!!! What a view I’m seeing. My mind was going to the dumps while I observe her.
Minutes passed, turning to hours. I was starting to get bored here since she literally was just sitting there doing nothing, so I decided to reform my body.
“Whe!” she gave a shocked little scream.
“Bwahahaha, behold my glorious appearance!”
She clapped her hands again and my whole body once again vanishes. Just how strong is this girl?! I’m pretty sure that now I have finally surpassed ancient dragon scale level of toughness thanks to her.
Wait, wait, wait, I could milk this yeah? I naively thought.
After having that conclusion I quickly reformed my body once again, only to be obliterated within seconds afterwards. And again reformed only to be destroyed. Again and again and again and again.
With a frustrated face, she continues to clap, punch, kick and slap at the man who refuses to stay dead.
Just how much does she hate me? I didn’t even do anything to her, yet. I mean I’m innocent here, right? She has been going at me for hours or has it been days now, I don’t know, and I have been coming back nearly eight hundred times. A cold chill runs down my back. Just how strong is she?! Is this the strength of a god of destruction or is she a special case.
“Stop!” I manage to say after reforming behind her.
She gave me a glare like I killed her whole family and she starts to lift her fist again.
“At least let me talk first!” I blurted out, frustration in my voice.
How long has it been since I felt scared about dying? Was it the first time I saw a wyvern? Was it against a dragon? When I fought that god of the sword or god of the hunt? But all those were around at least two thousand five hundred years ago.
For her to destroy my body again and again, she makes all those monster I have met and surpassed in my world look like cute babies in comparison. Have all my hardship just been a joke compared to someone like her? Is she like those gods and monsters they sent? Will she not let me live?! Is my existence really tha-
Haaa I was losing my cool there, hoo fear really is an annoying emotion, and here I thought I have been through it all in the past three thousand years. Let’s calm down first. I may have slightly miscalculated, I thought I would only be killed for at least a hundred times and then my body would be tough enough to survive her blows, but it didn’t. My body just vanished again and again, without it even enduring a single blow, and instinctual fear started to creep up in my chest. I even have the feeling that no matter how many times I regenerate my body, it would still not be enough to endure two blows from her.
“Let’s calm down first.” I said trying to calm down myself more, rather than her.
Observing her body language to make sure she won’t hit me while I talk, I continued.
“Hi, my name is Farst. What’s your name?”
I tried to be more direct, trying to be on her good side now seemed impossible at the moment after all, and flattery probably wouldn’t work.
“***** **** *****.”
Then blood drained from my face as her fist travel towards it.
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Graaaaa! How could I overlook the possibility of her not being able to understand me? People from other nations even have different languages from each other, what more from a goddess from another world. Was Greg a special case? Since he guards the prison that holds monsters and criminals from other worlds? Jerry was a god from the same world I came from, so he knew the different languages there.
Right now I was just floating in the “cell” in my soul form, I’m not a masochist that would enjoy being killed over and over. I lost track of how long I have been here after being thrown into this prison, I didn’t have my body clock anymore, ba dum tis.
The whole “cell” was massive, and that would still be an understatement. Keep heading west and you’ll end up in the same location after what would roughly be Six months or one hundred and eighty days of travel time, a rough estimation though. Making the whole thing a sphere in shape, at least that’s my hypotheses. How did I know the location was the same? Hahaha, I used my very violent cellmate as a land mark.
There was nothing in this whole place, it was nothing but white, even the ground was the same color, making it hard to distinguish where the ground and anything else separates.
While floating in front of my naked cellmate cross legged I was starting to get bored, I tried using sorcery and surprisingly, it actually worked! The strange phenomena made my cellmate livid, let’s call her Akasha for convenience sake.
After casting a basic water spell, a strong water stream erupted up from the ground and hitting her on the face, her hair was going up because of the pressure. The water remained on the ground, honestly, I don’t know how it worked in this area.
This stunt left my cellmate wet as a puppy, her now damp hair clings to her body, tracing her curves and bangs covering her face. She stood up for the first time after all this time, I was more amazed that her legs weren’t asleep for sitting like that for months.
“**** ***** *** *** *****!!”
Akasha started shouting and stomping her foot, then clapped her hands so hard that the shockwave dried her instantly as well as evaporating the water residue around her.
“*** ***** *** *****!!!”
Feeling guilty and half amazed of her feat, and a little bit of fear, I retreated for now, by picking a random direction and going straight. I guess my affection points from her are in the deep negatives now.
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This place is so empty that to properly circumnavigate the place, I needed to use my cellmate as a landmark. This time, I decided to erect stone statues with a letter and a number in regular intervals that is completely unique from each other. Shaping them from horses to naked babies with wings.
A month and a half of floating, I stopped, looked around, and the same empty white space was in front of me and a stone statue about a days’ worth of travel behind.
“So tired…” I uttered completely drained of energy.
Now that I think about it, ever since I was thrown in this prison, I never got a good nights’ rest. Not that I need to sleep to begin with but, it’s just too relaxing doing so.
“Yosh, this seems far enough.”
My body slowly regenerates once again, a chunk of flesh bubbles out starting from where my heart was and slowly spreads until my whole body was in tip top human shape again.
This area is as empty as usual, but if I can conjure up boulders then shape them into statues, I see no reason that conjuring up soil to be impossible.
Thrusting my right hand forward, mana soon pooled in front of me, then turned to soil. The new ground covered a good five kilometers in radius carpeting the white surface. The whole plot is three meters thick, though it slopes at where I am facing to make climbing up easier.
Sorcery sure is convenient.
Hearing the crunching sound of the ground as I took my first step was really satisfying that I unconsciously broke into a grin. Eh? Why didn’t I do this earlier while I was circumnavigating the place? I was so focused on trying to find something in this whole place ok, I didn’t have any time to enjoy my stay here or anything like that, ok. I didn’t forget about it for six months ok!
Honestly, I don’t know anything about this prison cell, what if there were more monsters like her? Really! This isn’t me trying to make excuses!
After two hours of walking I was now at the center of the plot of land.
“This looks like a good spot.”
Time for sorcery to show its stuff!!
A wall made out of stone appears, two meters in height, four meters across and five centimeters thick.
“Good, this will be the wall, hmmm… how many rooms do I need? Kitchen, living area, bedroom and comfort room.”
I listed off what I think were essential for a house to have, there were no other living beings in this prison cell aside from me and that girl, at least none that I am aware of, so the kitchen and comfort room may not be needed. I mean you don’t need to poop if you don’t eat after all.
So proceeded to three more copies of the initial wall, for it in a square, add a rectangular hole for the door aaaand done.
Why did I not put wholes for my window? Bruh, the whole place is bright white, even the “ground” emits this white glow. It’s honestly throwing my internal clock to whack. So I need a place that is pitch black so I can rest peacefully.
The living area could be bigger, I could also designate this as a recreation area as well. Deciding that I made three walls that were eight meters in length and two walls that were two meters in length.
The two shorter walls were to be placed at the left and right of one of the bedroom’s wall. Putting the other three walls together and now I have two spaces, my bedroom which was sixteen square meters and my living area with sixty four square meters of space.
I made the ceiling with a single slab of stone, it being made from sorcery was stronger than regular stone and would be alright without any pillars to support it, it won’t sag or anything in the middle as long as the walls are fused to it, that is all that matters.
After making the holes for the door and windows for my living area, and reinforcing the whole structure further with sorcery, I decided to make my own bedding!!
My bedding is two meters in length, three meters in width and ten centimeters in thickness. It was made as a single big block, porous, soft and no matter how heavy an object is placed the deformed part would always reform back to its original shape.
Now for the pillow! I just made two smaller copies of my bed, one being bigger for hugging and the other for my head.
I plopped down on my new bed that was more than two-thirds in area compared to the whole room, as my body sinks into my bed, my consciousness slowly drifts to deep slumber.
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“Good morning!!” I greeted no one in particular as I stretched my body.
“Oooo, how long was I out?” my whole body felt refreshed and all the drowsiness I felt before now gone.
“Well, that doesn’t matter now. Hmmm, what to do today?” I pondered in my pitch black dark room.
I will later learn that I was asleep for seven months, well that isn’t a shocker considering the mental fatigue I had accumulated through this past few months in prison and add the few years of traveling just to arrive in my own prison cell with a very violent cellmate. But that isn’t important right now.
Just outside my new home I was doing simple stretches to limber up my body, I had a full day? Ahead of me. Wait there is no sun or moon, so no day and night cycles huh…
Okay! My new project would be, drum roll please! A clock! Not like it’s hard to make, first I made a circular plate of stone, the face having twelve numbers on the edges, 30 degrees apart. Next I conjured up two thin copper rods for the clock’s hands, one shorter than the other to keep track of the hour and the longer one to count the minutes. A simple enchantment for the short hand to complete 360 degrees of rotation every twelve hours, and sixty minutes for the longer hand to complete the same rotation. Next I had to sync the two hands and create a relation that every time the long hand moves so does the short hand and vise versa, for every 360 degrees of rotation for the long hand will correspond to 30 degrees of rotation for the short hand making manual adjustments for changing the time easier. And for the final detail I made a coin that would flip every 12 hours to separate the day, one side having an image of the sun while the opposite side has a crescent moon.
Haaa, that sure took longer than expected, I wonder what to make next.