True Magician

Chapter 169

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- "So, where is this damn bloodsucker taking me this time?" I wondered as I passed through the now familiar kaleidoscope of colors.

On this journey to another world, I set off alone, which was probably the best possible outcome. However, I had to remotely persuade Tia not to come with me, and fortunately, she agreed. There is nothing to say about Morgan, because, of course, I didn't tell her anything and asked the other Servants to do the same. Well, the source of mana for the Servants was Tia, thank her for that, by the way.

Returning to Zelretch, we came to some agreement between us. As it turned out, Death was still looking for me, and only this annoying bastard stood between her and me. He backed up this argument by saying that the world I was currently heading to would soon meet its end, through his fault, of course, and that I, as payment for my services, would have to deal with it.

I clicked my tongue and crossed my arms.

On the one hand, this bastard, who never explained why I had visited the past world, was entertaining himself at my expense, but on the other hand, he was doing me a favor. What would come of it? I didn't know, but something told me that this asshole had something special in store for me.

And yes, of course, he didn't say which world I was going to.

Finally, at the end of the endless space of the kaleidoscope, a crack appeared, and a few seconds later, I was blinded by the light from the other side. When I found myself in place and my eyes scanned my surroundings...

I slowly closed my eyes and took a VERY deep breath, sending a wave of cold through my lungs, my muscles relaxed, and my heart paused for a moment. And then...

- "WHEN I SEE YOU, YOU UGLY, SLIMY, EVIL, CUNNING PIECE OF ROTTEN, STINKING, TASTELESS, DISGUSTING DOG SHIT, YOU'LL BE..."

But I was interrupted...

- "You're loud. I like that. Want to join me?"

I slowly turned my head toward the source of the voice and stared at him. My gaze seemed to tell him that he was already dead.

It was a tall, muscular, and, most importantly, obviously dead piece of meat dressed in leather armor, a long cloak, and a shoulder pad with a dog's head symbol.

So what was it about my surroundings that made me so angry? In a fairly spacious, apparently throne room, there were a bunch of other creatures besides this walking corpse. But that wasn't the reason, it was something else. What exactly?

A few meters behind me, lying on the floor, was an almost naked unconscious elf, apparently dark, judging by the color of her skin, white hair, and long ears, covered with some kind of white semi-liquid substance. Four red, orc-like creatures, also naked, were hovering over her. Behind them stood a large crowd of shabbily dressed people with swords at their belts and no armor whatsoever, which made them look like cannon fodder or a bunch of extras.

In front of me, at the end of the throne room, where the throne stood, was a familiar undead corpse with a smirk on its face. Standing beside it were two others, one with a grimoire, a staff, and glasses, and the other with a fancy straight sword.

And just a couple of meters away from me, almost lying on the floor, was another dark elf with black hair and golden eyes, breathing heavily, exhausted but looking at me with hope, dressed in what I would call the epitome of fetishism and vulgarity — a thong made of a pair of strings thinner than thread, a corset with an extremely low neckline, long fabric sleeves, and purple boots. And yes, she was also covered in the same substance as the first one.