Asùnexpected: An African litRPG novella

Chapter 3

                      A tall man, albeit shorter than me, materialized out of nowhere. His pallid shell contrasted a black scar around his right eye. Naked, just like me, his cropped brown hair was as shaggy as his pubic hair, which housed six vaginas. His mouth compiled of age and weariness, his upper lip intent as his lower lip quivered with inquiries. Smelling like dried grass, he's my male counterpart. He might have some answers to my questions, but let's quickly see his stats!

Nothing happened. Why? Let's ask. "Hey! Why can't I—"

"Answer me! Do you have the ngùdi Mboko or Ndìmà?" He demanded with a deep voice, frowning, although his dark eyes expressed...worry.

I've never heard of these ngùdis that I certainly don't possess...but why is he looking for them?

"No, I do not have these abilities, but—"

"Alright, then," he said, cutting me off again. "By the way, harvest your fresh victims, you'll get your bearing around this—wait, the black scar around your penises, you've passed the test, huh?"

"If you're talking about the Flower and the Bud, and the forces from above threatening our universe—'

"Congrats, you're part of the only few who figured it out. I belong to a secret organization called Oto, and we're trying to prevent this very cataclysm from occurring..."

"But what's the Flower and the Bud?"

His fingers kneaded his right cheek as he pondered how to answer. "The intel is very scarce, but we know it's related to the end of all life in this universe. However, your ability can't help us right now," he said. "If you grow stronger, we'll probably see each other again, okay? Tootaloo..." he said, nodding curtly.

"Wait! I—"

"Wooeessh-wooeessh-wooeessh!"

With this bizarre sound, he simply...vanished. I surveyed the area, but he was nowhere in sight, even though I could clearly see from afar. My gaze fell on the corpses. "What's this?" I gasped, eyes wide open.

A fitted shell greener than a traffic light seeped out of their remains through the silent night. As I approached it, my tattoos took on a similar hue. Are they shining because of the ngùdi Sômbwa?

Kneeling in front of my closest victim, my right palm stroked the virescent substance. Thin like air, I nevertheless felt its mass. So I can harvest that? That must be the so-called mùdinòlò. However, my wùsù hasn't sufficiently recovered, so let's turn off the engine for a while...

Chapter 3 Word Pronunciation:

Mboko: MBOH-KOH

Ndìmà: NDEE-MAH

Oto: HOH-TOH