《Evolution-From the Bottom to the Top》Interlude 2- Not The Heros' P.O.V.! But a Dead Researcher's one!
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Location: Azorinth Shore's Research Outpost (Ekrizar Kingdom)
P.O.V. : Will
My name is Willith Jacobi. My life was pretty ordinary here living in Ekrizar. It's a wonderful water side country. While it's on the small size, it's actually a Small-Medium rated country that's also pretty rich from the tourist attractions like the Azorinth Shore. I was always fascinated by the creatures from there ever since that day when I first came over from the neighboring country, Horaboria, to take a vacation. I fell in love immediately with the foodstuffs and the atmosphere. I was intrigued by the local wildlife and decided to become a researcher to better know them. That was 16 years ago. Now I'm a researcher, my dream job, at ASRO, Azorinth Shore's Research Outpost.
Because a researcher by the water has to also know basic health spells, acupuncture, or caretaking skills for the many animals here in case of an immergency, I knew a couple health spells and how to take care of most of the animals here.
One day I was taking my daily stroll along the ocean to the harbor to get my lunch. Looking at the vast and mighty ocean before me with wonder, I also took some tests on the water. My stomach rumbled as the salty winds blew. I smiled as I used a magic spell to guage the wind. I wrote it down and proceded to test the water at the shore. My stomach grumbled, reminding me to hurry up and note it down so I can eat.
My walks are usually short, but only because it's directly by the ocean. There is a cliff standing over 50 feet above my head. The sunlight creates a pleasant feeling, like a walk in the shady park. With the water slowly splashing nearby and quietly, it was very peaceful.
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'Ah, my life is great. Good pay, a job doing what I love, and most importantly, nothing bad ever happens.'
I mean, who would try and take over or destroy a Small-Medium Country? I get it that someone would try for a Small-Large, but none even looks at a Small-Medium or even a Small-Small.
I chanted the spell for the water discernment spell.
*(#&YTG;bdwgGbbhiGD(@*[email protected]&(GEBw8wh* Water Analysis!
{AN: Water Analysis is an Uncommon Spell}
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Alert!
Water is contaminated with an unknown (*Y#edhr893_)...
Your level is too low...
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WHAT!!! Something contaminted the water?! It must be an exceptionally high level poison for it to escape my level 4 Water Analysis...hm, maybe I could get Team Leader to help me.
I looked down at the water only to jump back in shock and fright. The area where I had just analyzed had turned to a darker blue color. It would be like the comparison of the color of the deep ocean and the shallow waters. It was only a little spot but that was apparently enough for the water near it to be contaminated. A small brown fish, if I recall, it was a Brown Snapper, swam by the spot and, immediately, without exception, had died on the spot. Like belly up, bubbles coming out. Although this small snapper seemed to only be a baby, this small amount could kill a living being in seconds. I'm no poison researcher, nor a poison master, so I have no idea what it could be. It might be the failed result of an experiment from one of them, but it can't be the researcher because we take a vow to never harm the environment or humans for the sake of research unless nessescary. So that leaves the Poison Master. I'll have to inform the Board Of Researchers(BOR) about this. But for now...I'll just take a sample. Anyway, this little amount of poison shoudn't just outright kill me. Hehe, I also be extra careful. Maybe I'll get a promotion or even a pay raise.
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I reached out with 2 vials that all researchers are supposed to take with them in case of a new discovery, and put my hand in the water and scooped out the poison. However, as soon as I put my hand in the poison, my hand started screaming messages at me, STOP IT YOU MOTHERF*--,
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed with all my might while throwing the vials as far as I can into the ocean. I grasped my hand as it started bleeding from every pore. As I wasn't too far from the harbor, and was friends or acquaintances, they rushed over due to my loud scream.
A pot bellied man in a butchers attire arrived soon with a couple of guards dressed in black and red uniforms and chainmail. The guards arrived faster than the man due to training, and their cultivation.
"Researcher Jacobi! What's the matter! What's with the screaming?"
One of the guards asked since they could only see Will's back, but they still reconized him due to his clothing and voice. As they got closer, the screams suddenly stopped, and the guards tensed up. One of the guards, Tom, walked closer and tapped Will's shoulder.
"Um, are you ok, Jacobi?"
Will slowly turned around, giving Tom a feeling of goosebumps, and when he turned around, there were gasps of shock, surprise, and most of all, terror! Will's skin had entirely drained of color and they could all see his muscles and bones. It was like he was an entirely white muscle statue that you see in your science classroom. Will's teeth was clattering and...the guards could hear a loud, distinctive CRACK! Will fell down on his knees still clutching his hand. The entire area was quiet. Not even the waves made sound.
Will looked over, for the last time, at the guards, and fell on his face. Once he fully fell down, the guards could see, liters of all his blood, on the ground where he was when he first screamed.
The guards' faces all drained of color and stayed silent. It was only till the fatty from before caught up and yelled,
"OI! What'r yall doing? What happened?"
The guards felt a headache coming on.
Tom especially.
"Oh boy, just what did I get myself into?" he quietly asked himself
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