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Volume 3. Chapter 13. Bullet vs Hand( Part 1)

This was a strange one to write. Listening to Disturbed while reading yoga positions and Hinduism was quite a something. So many emotions, I might have reached a twisted version of enlightenment.

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This. Is. BORING.

I have been looking at the memories of the people who I have violently killed before.

"Nothing interesting. I wonder if there is anything better happening in the heads of the living.

Concentrating, I went into the head of an old man who was sipping his coffee near the school.

From his almost blind eyes, I could see people building back the gymnasium.

Not exciting but it could be worse. Next!

I switched again, arriving in the head of one of the students, who was currently sitting in the same class as Ash.

The class wasn't important, what was is the way Ash acted.

He looked stressed, distracted, irritated.

Good, he's mentally weakened by the thing he saw. He is depressed because of his weakness. Now, I will keep this on, and I will deal with him later.

Satisfied by what I saw, I went back to my original body, which was on his throne.

Who taught that being an evil god can be so boring! I which somebody would attack me so that something interesting would happen... Wait a minute!

I sent my mind down to one of the factories in which I was developing what I named, living weapons.

Basically, parasites which would attach themselves to the host, giving them superpowers in exchange for the hosts' life force. I haven't tried them out, so this is the perfect opportunity for it.

Like all my other factories, this place was dark and filled with huge glass tanks of green liquid, in which my babies were floating.

"So, which one should I go with? The sword is generic, the lance is stupid, the gun is boring- Ahh this one!"

By controlling one of the avatars, I reached out, took the weapon, and put it into a black medical bag.

"Now, then let's see who is going to be the lucky fella will have you."

Snapping my fingers, I created one of those black mirrors and passed through it, arriving in an abandoned house, which looked like a mini hurricane passed through it, with a corpse sitting before me.

Liquifying, I made the avatar go into its mouth, taking control over it, then once I got used to its movements, I took the bag, and went out.

This world was also a fantasy world, but here only the noble had magic. The usual noble supremacy, poor are seen less as humans, etc., etc., etc. you get the idea. The only good thing about this place was the number the souls I got from here, and the people here are literally ready to do anything to piss of the upper class.

I only y needs to find, a-that.

In the gutter of a house, a kid was lying in the mud, almost dead.

Malnutrition, broken ribs, who cares. he was going to become my test subject.

I walked to him, and I hit his cheeks slightly, waking him up.

"Hey bud, do you want to do something cool?"

"W-What?"

"Cool? Just let me take your hand and-"

I slightly put opened the bag and put his hand into it.