Kacper POV

My blood seeps out into the water as I desperately half swim and half pull myself through the tunnel. My wounds ich as the salty water floods into my wounded body and I feel my lungs bursting due to the lack of air. A sudden iron grip catches my arm dragging me along into the open sea. The hands sharp nails cut into my arm and I could swear I heard giggling. As I finally was pulled out of the water, I kept a tight hold on my blade even thought I felt it cutting deeper into my shredded hand.

I saw the light and I felt fear overwhelm me as I saw my supposed saviour. The siren watched my struggle as I desperately tried to get out of her vice like grip. I let go of the blade and then grabbed it properly by the handle. I swung the blade, but she simply twirled around and released me as I went spinning through the water. How fucking strong are sirens? I managed to balance myself as I tried to swim for the surface my lungs giving out.

I didn’t make it as the siren grabbed me by the back off my shirt pulling me along to the surface. My head broke through the surface I started to cough up a mix of sea water and blood. How the fuck am I alive? The next thing I know she is in front of me grabbing me by my shoulders with a malicious grin she opens her mouth and... kisses me. My head swirled and notifications started to pop up, but I was unable to read them.

My muscles relax and I givv…

Stiff Upper Lip activates and resists Love Struck debuff.

Fuck, I try to wriggle out of her grip but soon her kiss overpowers my mental defences but as soon as that happens Stiff Upper Lip activates. My mind jumping from one extreme to another. My thoughts jumbled then mashed together and cut open repeating the cycle. I can feel the cold water enveloping my body as she starts pulling me under. My body and mind tricked by the siren.

Unknown POV

I start to wake up a I feel my body hitting rocks what is that goblin doing? I feel blood covering me, but it doesn’t taste fearfully bitter like most of my enemies. Its salty with a dash of desperation and rage mixed in. Well it seems I have a new wielder I hope he is better than that goblin I had enough of being used as an executioner’s weapon. Soon enough I feel a whoosh as my wielder is pulled out of the cave. “FUCK! WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING YOU CHIPPED ME FUCKING INBRED SHITSTAIN.”

I start breathing slowly but then I remmber I have no mouth, Admonishing myself I remember what my Lady told me, it is not chivalrous to swear I am supposed to serve in whatever task my wielder needs me even if I have to be shattered. I feel him let go off me. YOU BASTARD CURSE YOUR POX RIDDEN WENCH OF A MOther… then he grabs me by the handle, oh I see he was holding me in an improper manner. I shall have to apologise to his mother I am mistaken she is most likely not a wench but a lovely and fair woman.

Then I feel myself spinning wildly I scream at the world “MONGREL BITCH” of course no soul hears this as I posses no mouth. I wish to scream and see my enemy, yet I have no eyes, ears or a mouth to use for these purposes. Unable to do anything I fell him being pulled to the surface, this does not look good I does not look for my wielder some sort of intelligent sea creature is playing with him. Dishonourable a true battle should be faced head on not with trickery I shall help him slay the beast.

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Wait why is he twitching his hand loosens and then tightens Is he sending me a message? Yes, that must be but what is he telling me. I know I must stab the monster after all that is the only logical answer. I carefully time his tightening of the hand so that he wouldn’t lose me after piercing this foul beast’s body. When I feel my wielder being pushed back under the surface, I strike hitting the scaly creature.

I sail through the water using his hand I cut into this monster’s tail. My wielder tightens his grip and starts slashing at the beast I taste its blood… wait… this blood tastes strange… its sweet but filled with hatred. Oh, forgive me Lady I did not know. It was the fault of this CRAVEN FOOL-BORN PIG i did not wish to harm a fair maiden. Forgive me I will not allow this ILLITERATE BARBERIAN TO HARM THIS MAIDEN.

Kacper POV

A battle in my head blocks everything out of my head a I feel pleasure mix with the pain. Suddenly a release from the pleasure the pain overwhelms me I scream and start swinging the blade I manage to strike the siren. Its dark red blood spills out mixing with the water. It screams in pain realising a shrill but eerily beautiful cry as it swims deeper into the sea, I try to strike it but my strike feels slower and weaker as she escapes. I miss and I see her blue tail as she gets further and further away from me. Thanking whatever god spared me I turn around to the cliff wall from which the tunnel can be found and start swimming. I grab onto the cliff rocks and use it to help me reach a pebble beach.

Some time later I am laying down on the cold pebble clutching my wounds and firmly holding my blade. Crimson blood left behind creates a trail. There is no way a human can have so much blood I smile weakly as I imagine how bad the debuff is going to be. Another pop up and a notification telling me that Not Dead Yet has deactivated. The last bit of strength has left me, and the sudden shock of pain makes me scream as I feel my all of the damage down when a small pop up appears.

Player 387: Congratulation on reaching level 16. The Lady blesses you with the choice of a chosen ability or a boring stat boost. PS- Choose the ability it will be more useful and I am not saying this just because I was bribed.

I stare at the notification since when does the system communicate with anyone and who the fuck is the Lady? Should I trust this I mean the Lady wants to give me a useful ability but why? Fuck it I am going to die anyway. I speak with a trembling voice "I accept." 

Pact Weapon- Make a pact with a weapon creating a focus for abilities, there are side effects if done with a sentient weapon. 

"How the fuck is this going to help me!" I manage to croak out. I look to my sword might as well use it if I am going to die, I hold the blade and close my eyes as mana starts to flow through my nerves. Like lightning it passes through my arm into the blade similar to my Minor Mana Harden. Opening my eyes, I see lines of burning blue growing on my skin almost as if they were a spiderweb of blue lightning spreading across my arm trying to reach the blade. The mana changes becoming less erratic and more orderly reminding me of how circuits looked back on Earth. Then in my moment of fascination it all disappears leaving behind sobbing and wailing from the sword.

I stare at it confused as it begs the Lady to forgive it for striking a maiden. I must be going insane and why is it asking for forgivness that bitch tried to kill me. The next thing I know I start retching and chocking on my vomit. My body moves without control until i loss contol over my limbs and black spots appear in my sight. Darkness envelopes my sight with only a bright blue pop up shining its light.

Player 387: Creating a pact with the legendary Blade of Lady Luck has garnerd the attention of the Reaper and The Lady. You have been marked as their champion but due to your lack of levels, your soul will have to be restructured. The Markings shall be imprinted on your body and soul. Your physsical vessel will be healed and returned to its undamaged state. PS- You have my condolences Champion of Death and Luck.