Picking his ghostly nose, 190924 walked down the weird metallic hallway briskly, his shadowy shoes tapping ever so lightly, causing soft clinks every so often on the shimmering metal surface. Humming an ancient hymn far forgotten, he meandered through the cracked hallways, making sure that no intruder ever got in. But even this was pointless, for ever since Alvyno–
No, wait, wasn't it Lord Ingan Sseuregi who erected the great walls...?
Shaking his head, 190924 walked forward, trying to get rid of the blasphemous thoughts that had mysteriously embedded themselves into his blessed mind. Ah well, as long as her majesty is safe, we'll all be – HEURK!!!
A sudden pain erupted from his chest. Glancing down, his eyes shrank:
A 2-foot-long sword impaled itself through his chest, skewering his insides into shish kebab. Before he could turn his head to find out who had the gall to attack him, he felt woozy as he began tumbling. The last thing he saw before his consciousness faded away was a tall figure standing to the side, headless, crumpling down into its knees.
Ah, so it seems that I've been beheaded...
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"Good job Eorin, that's one of the cleanest cuts I've ever seen, and I've seen many in my fair share working in the–"
"Ehem..."
Flinching, Scaramond realised that he had nearly let out the cat out of the bag. "Well, back when I was a researcher back home, y'know, we did a lot of autopsies (that's cutting up dead people), and I was one of the meanest ones there ever was. I was so good, they called me 'Six-Slice Scaramond'. Boy, were those the good times..."
Eyes staring 45° at the sky, to Eorin, at that moment, Scaramond looked like those legends his grandmother used to tell– people, who despite being at the top of the food chain back in their world, sold anything and everything to come to their world to save them all. With tears in his eyes, Eorin, at that moment, wished with all his might to support the great Scaramond in his undertaking to defeat the evil and mighty Demon King...
All the while as Knoxis stood by the side, mouth wide open at how gullible and stupid Eorin was
I don't know if you're lucky or not, but holy damn was that lie bad!
"Ehem, Scaramond, I think we should stop by, for I believe that we've arrived at an... interesting destination..."
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11th Senuary, 2935 – Today Bethilda has finally decided to accept my confession, woohoo! And also, seems to me that a new intern, Kim Ji-hu, has decided to join us today for the Dark Matter Reactor project. Weird really, for a short-lived species to join an Elvish lab...
23rd Naysus 2935 – We have finally done it! We have successfully run the reactor for a brief 5 seconds. Sure, it's small, but as those darned humans say, 'One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind', or in our case, Elvishkind. Though, I don't know why, lately, Bethilda seems to come visit me less and less lately...
31st Noctun 2935 – Damn it, what the fuck! That whore Bethilda was cheating on me for the last 7 months, and it was with that fucking manslut of an intern!? Was our 300 years together nothing but shit for her!?
15th Klimso 2935 – Damn that cheating bitch! Seems today might be the last day here at the institute as the Lead Researcher in Quantum Containment Measures. That bitch and that manslut of hers have decided to kick me out of the research institute, stating that I am now a 'liability'. Hah, who would believe that! Seems to me that she and that boy toy of hers have decided to take over the whole building, minus me– Fucking assholes don't realise that without me, there would be no Dark Matter Reactor in the first place! I'll show them, I'll show them all who's the boss and when that manslut finally dies, I'll see if that bitch crawls on her knees and begs for forgiveness from me! Let's see who's going to grovel at the end Bitch-ilda! AHAHAHAHAH!
2940 – I, no, we, were all wrong. Kim Ji-hu, he, he's not human! That bastard has managed to turn everyone into those weird, shadowy monsters! I, I cannot forget, I CANNOT FORGET HOW HE USED MY BELOVED BETHILDA TO KILL EVERYONE! But it's too late, too late...
Today, I, Eiren Sylvarwyl, the last free Elf, have decided to leave my journals here. Those who come after, please use these to put an end to that wretched beast that came to our world–
Yes, came
For it was only recently that I found out that that beast was not someone from our world, but instead a transmigrator, or what he called himself, a 'reincarnator'. Though we were warned by that mad fool, we all thought it was the gibberish rankings of a madman...
Oh how wrong we were
Though I may not live long, but at least, I can die on my own terms and be turned into one of those abysmal Shadow Beasts, or what he called them as–
Shadow Slaves
To those who read these, I don't know how many may be preserved, nor how powerful you might be, I leave with one wish from the bottom of my empty heart, as a final footnote before my wounds consume me–
If, by any means, you come across her, please–
Please set Bethilda free...