Evil

Earring

"Kssssh!" I sucked in a breath of air as I hissed in pain. Overexertion of muscles. It would seem that there were drawbacks to using my different forms.

On my shoulder, alongside the giant and tiger, was a circle with an arrow sprouting from the top right of the circle. Anyone versed in a little bit of Greek mythos would be able to tell you it was the symbol of the Spear of Ares, Greek God of War. A rather nice symbolic touch.

I massaged my sore muscles as I leaned on the jacuzzi's wall. I had wanted to kill off the rest of the soldiers to get back the lives I had wasted in tanking the hits but I realised I was nearly at my limits. While I knew when to stay arrogant and unfazed, there were times where even the strongest had to take a step back.

Rushing in blindly might have resulted in unforeseen issues. Furthermore, I'd practically collapsed on the floor of my room once I closed the door.

I was only awake by pure grit. Dying so many times was extremely mentally taxing. After collapsing, I'd slept for nearly a day before I got up, my muscles burning up with each tiny movement.

Right now, all I wanted was to soak in hot water and unwind. I deserved some relaxation after that shit.

I scrubbed myself clean with a bit of difficulty as bubbles filled the tub. Now that I had time to relax, I had to admit—The water from the fountain of youth was something miraculous. No matter my unhealthy eating habits or my terrible sleep schedule, I still looked fresh as ever despite feeling like absolute horse shit internally. There was a sense of satisfaction I felt from looking good. With skin smooth as a baby's bottom and a supple body, it was millions of times better than that horrible appearance I had on Earth.

Still, looking down, that red heart imprint on my collarbone irked me to no end. It was like a joker, a wildcard that could potentially throw me off.

I could only pray that it wouldn't be some clichéd B-movie plot where Arakan was my 'soulmate' and we would eventually fall in love or something.

Still, I had overheard something Arakan called Quarvantcoatl. This unfamiliar term intrigued me so I read up on it at the library prior to the fight.

"World's Doom, huh?" I chuckled,"Do they really think I'd want to destroy this world? What kind of idiot would do that?"

I had zero motivation to destroy the world.

Besides, I was one of the pricks living on it. Why the hell would I want to destroy it? If anything, I was grateful that I had another world to roam freely in.

Outside, I heard the faint sound of music and singing. A festival to commemorate the victory of the Barshiek clan was held. A feast with all the elders and young geniuses was held and I, had been invited.

Still, I was wondering if I should go or not. On one hand, I hadn't gotten that cirsque yet. On the other hand, I really didn't want to deal with uptight people forcing me to join the righteous faction. 'Sides, it wouldn't bode well if I told them that we were probably going to clash at some point in the future seeing that I was supposed to destroy the righteous faction in its entirety.

"Ah what the hell, I want that cirsque," Turning on the water, I took a quick shower and stepped out of the jacuzzi and dried myself off. Applying the ointment I had bought at an apothecary for sore muscles, I felt a cooling sensation rush over me. The pain had temporarily subsided.

Pulling the cupboard's sliding door, I found three intact sets of clothing. One a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Another a red dress that reached my knees, reminiscent of a qipao from China and the last a white silken button-up shirt, woollen grey hoodie and a pair of hot pants made from dungaree fabric.