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13:19:39:58> Day two hundred twenty-seven? That can’t be right. I only started yesterday. And yesterday was day two hundred and ten. It’s only been one day. Not 17. I heave myself up, but as I get on my knees, my mouth opens and I puke again. A half-digested mush of WHITE slime falls out of my throat. I wipe my mouth and stand back up again fully. I fall again and my jaw falls off but then I stand back up again and I stagger a little. Down the road, I can see a shadow staring at me. The world is dark and fuzzy but I can see it. If my body wasn’t covered in weird crunchy bits and open wounds I can’t recall getting, I would have. Have. I would. I don’t remember where I was going. What am I doing? Who is that man? I want to greet him but my jaw fell off and it’s still on the ground. It’s a weird thought, but I want to eat it. Wouldn’t it be a waste otherwise? It would. Would. It. He steps towards me. And I step back. And he steps towards me. And I step… step. My legs. Are they still there? Do I still have my legs? I look down but instead of looking at my legs I look at my hands and in my hands I hold a pair of bright purple eyeballs that look up and me and I’m so startled that my whole body jerks and they fly out of my hand and I look up and he’s standing right in front of me, eyeless, and the black sockets of his eyes meet me, and his mouth is open, but he doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t see, and before I can scream the wind takes the ash of his body and he goes away. 3 488/8 792 Freed.> I fall to my knees, my hands groping after the eyeballs I dropped, fervently searching, and once I have them in hand, even though they’re covered with a layer of soot like pieces of purple fudge rolled in dark cocoa powder I still stick them into my mouth. They don’t taste like anything other than soot. But since my jaw isn't here anymore I can’t chew them so I just stuff them down into the hole of my throat. Divinity Resistance Lv.3> I feel weird. I feel weird. I feel weird. My body isn’t supposed to feel like this. I can’t remember the last weeks. It’s just a blur of black and purple. I take a staggering step forward. The pressure of the step makes one of my eyeballs fall out again and by habit I grab it, pluck it from my eye socket, and stuff it down into my throat. Weird, this one didn’t taste like grapes. Cancer Tolerance Lv.10> Cancer Resistance Lv.1> I see a group down the road. They turn to me. Their judging eyes bore into me and I want to go dig a hole and bury my head in it. I—I didn’t have any choice! It was you or me, so even if I had wanted to let you live, it’s not like I could’ve! I never wanted to hurt anyone. You’re all just, just… casualties of war! Every war’s gotta have a few sacrifices. It’s how it works. So why are you upset that you were the unfortunate few? Shouldn’t I have that right? I’m the one forced to do all of this! Shouldn’t we soldiers deserve a little pity for having to do these acts? Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Oh, sure, look at me with those unblinking eyes and mouthless faces, I know what you want to say. You don’t need to say anything, I can hear you just fine. I eat their eyeballs. They don’t react. 5 309/8 792 Freed.> I hate goblins. I hate them. I hate their ears and their height and their bald heads and their stupid green skin. Killing them; a crime? Hah! If anything, I did the world a service by removing a few more of these annoying creatures. Eat eat eat eat eat eat eat. Grape jelly. Grape jelly. Yum yum yum yum. I haven’t done anything wrong. And if I did, it wasn’t that bad. And if it was, then it’s not a big deal. And if it is, then it’s not my fault. And if it is, then I didn’t mean it. And if I did, then they deserved it. Ashes ashes they all turn to ashes. I wish I could turn to ashes too. I don’t like it when my body hurts. I can’t get used to it. Every new injury hurts just as bad as the first one and my body reacts in the exact same way. I don’t like getting hurt. Did I really deserve this fate? Wasn’t I forgiven? He forgave me. So why am I here? My hand grips an eyeball. I accidentally grip it too hard, making it pop. I lick the purple goop from in-between my fingers. While licking, I accidentally bite off my own finger. Weird, it doesn’t taste like grape. That’s strange. When did my jaw return? Strange. Strange. Weird. Odd. My eyeball, too. Huh. <00:00:01 Day 258> 13:23:59:59> I eat the final eyeball. 8 792/8 792 Freed.> Gamma Ray Resistance Lv.10> Gamma Ray Protection Lv.1> Alpha Particle Resistance Lv.10> Alpha Ray Protection Lv.1> Beta Particle Resistance Lv.10> Beta Particle Protection Lv.1> Divinity Resistance Lv.10> Divinity Protection Lv.1> I stare at the sight ahead of me. Slowly, I swallow the eyeballs. The road in front of me is covered with a thick layer of flaky soot. I can’t smell fire and smoke anymore. The city feels cold. The smell of cinders is no longer alive. And somehow, through it all, my brain feels clear. Please return peace to the city by killing the herald of the God of Kings.> Uhuh. Uhuh. Uhuh… My body feels… It’s starting to feel better, but, um. What the heck was that? I can still feel my brain fizzle a little, so even though the message is urging me to go and face whoever this herald guy is, I still sit down, cross my legs, and meditate a little. …Considering that I can’t remember this showing up, I must seriously not have meditated a single time this past… month? Has it been a month? No, uh, I think it’s been more than a month. But, anyways, um… Yeah, sure. Show me the canto. <[And yet the Lady who is ruler here will not have her face kindled fifty times before you learn how heavy is that art.]> Another nonsensical line. What is even the purpose of these? If they’re supposed to be hints, then they aren’t especially good ones. Hm. On the other hand, I usually just search up walkthroughs whenever there’s a weird, nonsensical puzzle to be done, so I might not be the best judge of these things. But right as I’m starting to feel my body recover a little, another message pops up. has noticed your presence. Prepare yourself.>