Walking through the forest is what Jack has been doing. It has been a week since the accident happened. There was some cash reward from the guild, as the Lycanthrope race is highly valued thanks to their unique physiology and blood. Everything from their bodies can be used and is often sellable for a high price, as they are often in hiding, making it rare to get by if you are not actively searching for them.
The lack of a left arm was quite a bother for Jack. He had, however, no money to go to a high-ranking priest or nun to pay them to regenerate a new arm for him. He did not even want to imagine how much a potion would cost him to heal this kind of wound. He let out a sigh as he continued to look around. He had bought a new coat; it was an old one, which is why it was cheap to buy.
>I have three gold coins left with some change< Three gold coins were a lot of money, something that someone like him could not get easily. He would have to work maybe 2 months straight without eating or sleeping to get this amount by doing quests and giving certain pieces of smaller monsters to the guild to sell them. He was slowly stopping at his truck and looking around, and he saw small footsteps that were like those of a 5-year-old child.
>Goblins are nearby< He thought of what he should do. He had only one arm, so fighting them would be harder, and sensing their life force would require him to stand still too.
>Maybe I should try to sense life force while walking too; it would be good training< The ability to sense life force while walking is a skill that would need to be learned. Jack had learned about that skill by asking high ranking dark magicians how they sense the life force of the living, as that is a skill useful for them and can be used like a tracking skill. Many would say that they are now doing it passively, while others said that they just have it on actively as they focus not only on sensing life force but also their surroundings. It was not something that he could do easily, but he had to improve himself if he wanted to survive and be able to hunt better now that he was missing an arm.
He did not know how exactly it worked, so he first tried to think of how it felt when he was standing and sensing the life force. As he stood there concentrating, he first felt all the life force around him. He stayed like that and started to walk with his eyes closed. Every time he took a step, the sensing of the life force was not well; it was hazy as the life forces of the living were all mixed. When he took the steps, he could not see any difference in the life forces between them. He opened his eyes, and his eyes hurt. He saw the life force with his own eyes, a thing that was not part of the physical world, a metaphysical thing that could be viewed by those who trained in the art of dark magic or went into the ranks of magicians.
He walked through the grass, leaves, and trees, but also through the life force itself. He did not think that the life force was all around the air; there were a lot of small points of life force all around the air; they were small and hardly visible with the eye of a human. The air contained millions to trillions of bacteria. He could not count the many points that were in the air, not even how many clustered to become the small points of life force that he could view more easily in the air.
Jack's eyes started to hurt. It hurt as he walked, following the footsteps of the goblins. He had to learn it the hard way. If he did not do it, what use was there? Each step was hard, and his eyes felt like they were bleeding and being blinded by all the life forces he was seeing. One step after another, his eyes were getting used like one would in the dark. The tool on his mind, however, was strong; it was strong as his mind had to process the things with his eyes, not only with his mind processing the things that are not meant to be seen by human eyes normally.
In the haze and pain of his mind, he would hear sounds like goblins speaking. The way they spoke was with grunts, and the sound he heard was metal hitting stone with loud grunts. Jack kneeled as he continued to walk. He walked behind trees and some bushes that he could find. The forest was not too dense, so there were not many bushes or trees; however, there were just enough to call it a forest. He saw the goblins; there were six.
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Man of Misfortune
FantasyA story about a man whose desire of living had long died with death following where ever he goes. No matter what the man did death was after him with the forces of above watching over the man. (This is a more of my bad stories that I had made but th...
