No Longer Feeling Vol.1 [The Bellken Escapades]

Prologue: To Nobody, I Died Today

Himura Satō

Inside a dirty underground city, various screams and battle cries resounded in the small hallway. In one of the large rooms, there were four beings, fighting. I am one of them, I duck as one of the residents of this world raises one of his two right arms and tries to hit me with a right hook.

Instead it hits the wall, destroying a chunk of it and revealing the room next to it. I take one step back, quickly sheathing my scimitar. I then step forward, both hands are holding the large sword on my back. I pull it slightly before leaving the scabbard through the hole on its side.

The being tries to block with its three arms, caught by how fast I managed to draw my sword. Even with a powerful vertical slash, due to his thick muscles, I manage to only cut four centimeters deep. The being pulls back his left arm, ready to punch a hole in my chest.

A mage's staff, fitted with a blue gem, then strikes his stomach. The bloodied steel of the staff confuses the being before being knocked back. Its user is arguably stronger than him, I turn my back on him and look at the second being which she was fighting. She grabs a table with both hands and throws it up slightly before dashing the three-armed being.

Without even as much as a word, as if the both of us were one, I dashed towards the table, kicking it towards the insanely fast being, as I landed, I duck and grab a crossbow. Securing a bolt to it, I see the man dashing to the left, his sad expression still plastered all over his face. I fire the bolt before following up by throwing my oil lamp.

Instinctively, he cuts the bolt with the grotesque blade coming out of his right arm but then dashes back as the oil lamp lands and burns its surroundings. "I see." I thought to myself before pulling out two filled waterskins from my pouch. He cautiously watches me as the fire gets to the broken table, trapping him.

I took off most of my clothes and armor leaving only my pants as well as my pouch and three of my weapons, which only left me with my sleek single-edge blade made entirely of metal. I open both of the waterskins and a gel-like clear liquid pours out onto my body.

It covers my body like an oil and I slick my hair back before slathering my blade with it as well before approaching the being, still on the same spot, surrounded by fire. With a single step, I was set on fire, the being starts to become terrified at the sight of me but readies himself. And then, I dash towards him...

With an annoying ring from my alarm clock, I open my eyes, body sweating. There's not much to expect in my mundane morning. I heated some left-over broth and took a nice chunk of rice then I placed them in a medium-sized bowl. I purposely take my time eating while watching the news.

As the news reporter speaks about something uninteresting, I find myself staring at the mirror. Insanely pale white body to the point that asking if I am a vampire would be an insult to the vampire. My contrasting black hair was a bit long at the back but I like to keep it that way. From experience, the people around me seem to appreciate whenever I tie it into a low ponytail since it's trending. Personally, I also split my hair in the middle but more importantly, I just like how low maintenance it is. You simply cut the back into an appropriate size, trim the sides then shorten my bangs for just a tiny bit.

I turn my eyes to the news as it starts to speak about the "Pixin" statistics. Unsurprisingly, seven people died near my area to some druggie high on pixin. The drug known as "Pixin" is a highly addicting energizing drug meant for soldiers that is characterized by turning your spit and eyes pure red.

But as the 13th War Of Kiloo-or came to an end and the soldiers addicted to pixin went home, they began to have violent tendencies as a side effect and as people made more bootleg versions of pixin, the effects got worse until it spiraled to what it is today.