"I read blood on walls, it told stories from which I understood none. Names were inscribed of scratchy lines, bolted coppers in it's surface, circles and curved glass jammed in the ceiling, it had appeared to be of commitment for some purpose or rea...
This is my first book I'll try to focus on my phone. Isekai is quite cliche over having some individual to be killed or reincarnated to another world in which they die by Truck-Kun or some other creative way of death for some dweeb, regular guy, some other dude, or person.
I don't know if it'll satisfy you, but I hope it did something. ______________________________________
Prologue
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????: The show must continue.
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Before time, before there was everything, the introductory hereth of a void, it is before all white and black.
There were...
There was a white long haired bearded man.
God the almighty father in his wind and omnipotent voice, booming in this black empty canvas, said he,
"Let there be light"
Upfront, history began. False and fact.
Who, What, Why.
Prepare yeself for absurdity. But you've encountered that before? Ja?
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"500 years."
Spoke a mechanical machine. It's tough textures of linear armor winding out and in of bent steal like that of a spinning illusion in one of those 4d shapes. The audio of shrieking, stirring, groaning metal. Similarly, it is the sounds of a ships spine breaking in the nightmarish sea.
"500 years it took me to kill you in this rotten piles of bodies. Do you know how long it takes for five-hundred years to change when all of a sudden you get thrown to a war you don't want because of your country?"
Impaled, the man who is being killed in this land of war. Straight through his sternum and back to his spine.
He never understood why that he is targeted by entities whom aren't from earth, that he is human, that he's a simple mortal who had to fight his way to live in peace.
He never wanted this.
He never did.
But...
RAGE built up in him. The skies were swirling into a single point when particles gathered around him. The Impaler that struck his elongated blunt blade at his torso did not react in anyway, as if it expected this it slowly swung it's sword far, throwing the man far to mountain of corpses.
Corpses flung when he landed, he'd slowly dig and push his way out. Rising at the corpses summit.
"Bastard..."
He coughed blood. Human limited he maybe, indomitable human spirit and adrenaline pumped in his blood up to his brain.
The mortal grits his teeth, flesh layers tearing away when standing. He slump forward, missing nothing but multitude of his organs and flesh. Skinless, fleshless, testicleless... What made him a man is gone.
"THOOOOOOOOOMAAAAAAAAAAASSS!!!"
WITH RAGE, ADRENALINE RUNNING AND PUMPING UP HIS MIND AND WHAT ONCE WAS HIS WELL FURNISHED BODY CONTORTED DOWN TO BONES, SLIM AND LIMPING. Did I forget the indomitable human spirit? Yes.
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"MY DRATH IS NOT OVER TO FIGHT YOU! I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDDERS GATES! DOWN TO HIGHER MAELSTROM!"
"Reggie, Shut that stupid none gag reflexing holed mouth the fuck up and get your ass on the elevator."
"IT'S A LIFT!"
"Yada-yada-yada, I don't care of what you say it's real name is over it's organization name. Get in."
"NO!"
"Toss you in the Nine Wheels and let's see who's saying no now."
... ... ... ... ...
"Bet"
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