《The Battle Mage (litRPG progressive fantasy)》Chapter 17 Unexpected Guest
Advertisement
There was a sense of calmness when staring at a burning flame. And the longer you stared, the further you fell in the blazing trance. Yet something broke him away. A few feet away behind him, he sensed something. Quickly, he turned and his grip tightened over the aluminum bat. Yet all that tension washed away as he looked at who it was.
“Chichi?” Leo asked, staring at the woman who was in her lingerie.
She was surprised her ambush failed. Yet her countenance was quick to turn from being astonished to alluring. Her hips swayed as she came closer. Her eyes gazed at Leo with a sultry smile on her plump lips. Slowly she made her way to him without even saying a word. Her body language was telling Leo all about her intention.
Leo gulped a mouthful as his Adam’s apple visibly went up and down.
“Chichi, you’re a beautiful woman. But there’s no need to force yourself like this,” Leo said.
The woman ignored his words and circled around him with her gaze not leaving his eyes. She drew closer and slowly she sat on his lap without resistance.
Their eyes stared at each other in silence as Leo felt the weight of this woman resting on his lap. Her smell was bewitching him even with the absence of perfume. While her arms wrapped around Leo’s neck as he felt the shift of Chichi’s weight as she leaned closer to him. Her lips were right beside his ear as he heard her whisper. “Who said I’m forcing myself?” she said in her raspy tone.
Blood rushed to Leo’s head as the pent-up desire burst right at this moment. His hands grabbed Chichi by the ass as his fingers drowned within those plump flesh. Chichi jolted a bit surprised by the sudden ambush, yet the corner of her lips rose. Her plan was going to work, but then…
Leo lifted her up with his hands still under her booties. “I’m sorry,” he said. Leo aided her to stand, leaving her confused. Chichi didn’t know what went wrong here. She was a beautiful woman and back in her hometown, no one would dare reject her lustrous advance. Men would give a lecherous stare at her while women would envy her. But this man’s action defied her wish and everything she believed.
“It’s not you, it’s me,” Leo said, saying the most cliche excuse for rejecting people. While his eyes wandered on the ground, having little courage to look Chichi in the eye. “It’s just going straight to sex is kinda a big thing for me.” He flashed an awkward smile.
Yet Chichi stood there listless. She couldn’t understand what Leo meant by that.
“It’s not like I don’t like sex, I fucking love it,” he said. Gazing at Chichi in the eye. “But to me . . . sex without love is kinda empty.” His eyes continued wandering back on the ground as those words he spoke reminded him of the past. A small smile hung on his face as he remembered his first love back in high school. The only woman he had been with. A time when love was the sweetest to him.
Advertisement
Chichi frowned. “Pendejo!” she shouted at him and swung a slap right at Leo’s face.
Yet, his agility and perception did its magic and Leo dodged it by a hair-breadth. Chichi glared even fiercer after that miss and her feet were quick to aim right in between Leo’s crotch. The man jumped and landed a few feet away from Chichi with his hands grasping on his balls. “That was close,” he said as he managed to protect his future offspring.
“Ugh!” she stomped her feet in place, fuming in anger. She glared at Leo like a lioness as she couldn’t protect her dignity after misunderstanding Leo’s words. Chichi flicked the middle finger at him and trudged back to the clinic.
“Did she just call me an asshole?” he asked. As his eyes stared at those plump buttocks leaving as he missed his chance of tapping them.
He sighed.
“Huh, I know I’m an idiot, but it just doesn’t feel right,” he said.
While contemplating his life choices, he heard a branch snap. His head immediately turned at the source and his bat was up in the air, readied for a slugfest. He trod slowly on the ground, watching his feet from making breaking a twig. He drew closer as he heard a loud rustling of the thicket. Step by step, his eyes never left that dodgy bundle of leaves.
Then something jumped out.
Leo’s hand quickly swung the bat at ready. He missed and the shadow kicked him right at the head before spinning back to the ground in retreat.
He fell on his butt. As he felt more embarrassed being knocked out by a little tap on the head. And it wasn’t even painful.
‘Shit, I’m going to kill . . . What the?’ his thought changed as he saw what played him like a fool.
‘The fuck is that?’ he sight fell onto the small being the size of a monkey. Its body was like a remnant of a shadow, constantly moving like it was alive. Yet its fiery eyes like the flickering flame of a bonfire were what drew Leo’s attention. It was unlike he had ever seen.
‘Identify,’ he said in his mind.
[???][Lv.???]
[Being from a different plane.]
“What the?…” he took a double-take at this creature and the vague description floating in his eyes. Besides the numerous question marks, the statement of it being from another plane made him wary of this monkey-like creature.
Slowly, his feet shuffled back as his eyes never left the sight of the living shadow with fireball-like eyes. Against a creature like this who was different than the beast he fought, it was advisable to retreat and gather with his friends.
Yet the motion of the shadow creature’s finger made him question its action. ‘It wants me to follow it?’ he asked himself as the creature turned its back on Leo. It slowly walked away back to the jungle, caring less that it might be attacked from behind.
Advertisement
Leo looked back at the clinic and back again to the leaving shadow creature. ‘Should I?’ he asked himself. This might be a hidden quest to a fabled weapon or a unique class that could only be called his own. But there was also a chance that it might be a trap that would lead him to his untimely demise.
“I’m going,” he made his decision. His feet chased after the trail of the shadow monkey. Yet diving into the darkness of the jungle left him missing the monkey’s trail. He stopped and realized how stupid he was following a monkey blanketed by the blackness of a shadow into a night-time jungle.
Leo was about to turn back but a radiant warmth came from the front. He looked and saw what it was. A pair of blazing eyeballs, staring at him in close proximity. The shadow monkey was just a few inches away from his face and rather than tumbling back in surprise, Leo stood still as if falling into a trance. The blazing orange fireball eyes gazed deep into Leo’s heart and mind as if unraveling everything that bottled deep within him.
Then his eyes twitched before completely closing. Breaking away from the beguiling stare of those eyes. He took his time for a while, and slowly opened his eyes back. The shadow monkey wasn’t there anymore replaced by a floating text.
[Would you accept temporary teleport?]
He stared in surprise, not expecting to see such a thing. Leo spun around, hoping to find that shadow monkey. But with the darkness of the jungle, it was a futile effort. Then his sight landed back on the text. He thought things through for a while as this was a whole lot different than chasing after a weird-looking monkey.
“I accept,” he said. It didn’t take long for him to decide. He already took the plunge of chasing the monkey over and it would be a waste of his resolve if he stopped here. Slowly, his body dispersed into nothingness until everything about him disappeared from the world of Xanadu.
* * *
Leo’s feet found the ground and gravity took over. He stumbled on his feet as his extended hand managed to save himself falling face flat on the ground. The man pushed himself back up as he stood up straight. His eyes wandered across the new world he landed in as he found himself in the middle of an open-space-like plaza. It seemed man-made to him as the ground wasn’t merely dirt. “Paved floor?” he questioned. The green mosses in between the spaces of the bricks told how long it had existed. Yet the jagged mountains surrounding him in all directions stole his interest the most. Everywhere he looked, the mountain range spanned from left to right into a full circle.
Then he heard a thud close to where he was. He immediately turned with his bat raised. Yet, what he saw wasn’t what he expected. A woman was on all-four as her foreign language barely registered in Leo’s ear. But from looking how she grasped so tight over her ankle and the pained expression, he assumed the woman was yelling in pain.
By chance, their eyes met, and the woman got up quickly. The painful expression vanished as she stood and stared at Leo with a dead-pan expression. Her body language was telling him she was readied to fight, and that combat knife in her hand was a sign she meant business. She shouted in her language as if meaning to say; get back.
Leo stood still in his place with his bat readied. He wasn’t backing down that easily as he used Identify on the woman.
[Name][Ho Ngoc Ha][Human]
[Level][9]
[Class][Tran Dynasty Warrior]
[HP][176/200]
[SP][85/100]
Leo narrowed his eyes. He shouldn’t underestimate someone with a level and class like this. Even if she did look skinny and frail. In this new world, nothing mattered most than the numbers in your stat window. The woman kept shouting at him in Vietnamese, and this time he wouldn’t be able to communicate like before. Yet before he could show a gesture of peace, a shout from the other side drew both of their eyes.
“Fuck!” a man got up. He kept spitting out the dirt that was in his mouth after that unexpected fall. Unlike Leo, his perception might be too low in expecting the unexpected. Again, this man too was quick in his action. He noticed the prying eyes and got up on his feet. “Don’t make a move, bruv, or else…” he ended his word with his action. The glimmering edge of his spear aimed right in the middle of the two.
[Name][David Kaluuya][Human]
[Level][10]
[Class][Bard]
[HP][499/520]
[SP][255/260]
‘Since when does a bard have that high of an HP? And why is he using a spear?’ Leo couldn’t help but question after seeing the status of this man. And curiosity made his lips parted. “Hey. Why is a bard using a spear?” he asked.
“Because it's…” David stopped his word after realizing something. “Bruv, did you peek through my status window?” David asked with a frown. The man with a big build approached Leo as he didn’t find being Identified as pleasant. Yet before he could take the third step, more shouts and screams echoed through the wide-open area.
Leo’s sight fell upon the new people that kept emerging in this place. All of them were confused, but one thing he noticed, most turned battle-readied as soon as they saw unfamiliar faces around them.
Shouts rang in different languages as the situation was escalating way too fast. As if a volcano was about to blow. But then it appeared. The shadow monkey made its appearance and silenced everything. Then its voice rang in everyone’s mind.
“Welcome to the Trial of the Monkey King.”
Advertisement
- In Serial37 Chapters
Wings of Sorrow
Tension permeates the city of Bleakridge as forces within its walls struggle for supremacy. Grim Thorne, the disinherited son of the Earl, is a fly caught in the web of power struggles between these forces. When Grim closes his eyes, he can still see the bodies piled high from the first day of occupation. The day he was branded a bastard in the southern fashion. The day his father let them. Soldiers from the south bearing green cloaks and royal seals maintain order in the streets of Bleakridge, ensuring that the lifeblood of commerce continues to flow through the port city. In the slums beyond the outer wall, the Sons of the Reaper lurk. Some call them heroes, others villains. But all fear them for their relentless devotion to the old ways and the freedom that entails. In the castle above the city, resides the Earl of Bleakridge. The man who bent the knee and saved the lives of his people, if not their souls. After twenty years of occupation, the tension is coming to a head and Grim has to choose. Sympathetic to the Sons, duty bound to his father, and forced into service to the king. He must rise above the brand on his neck and decide where his true loyalties lie. But, after so long, it can be hard to tell who is deserving of loyalty. The King’s men who enforce order with a blood-soaked iron fist? The Sons who more resemble terrorists and crime lords than revolutionaries? Or the father who watches the bloodshed and does nothing? In the end, it is always the place of the young to bear the sins of the old.
8 201 - In Serial60 Chapters
The Sword And The Butterfly
Virtuous Masters, terrible Demons.Mortal armies fighting for mortal Kings.Sages reaching for immortality. In such a world, filled with wonder and slaughter, two precocious children try to join a mighty Sectand the ranks of the fabled Cultivators. This is their story.
8 229 - In Serial43 Chapters
Destiny of the Aasim
The world is cold, the world is harsh, only the strong will thrive. These are the rules of the Realms. When Raylas, a mercenary, discovers an artifact while on a mission his life is transformed. A destiny beyond his imagination awakens, tying itself to him and dragging him along. With the help of his new companions he will have to forge a way for him to survive as the fates watch his every move. But how will the world react when a new Legend is born? [Updates Monday-Friday]
8 184 - In Serial18 Chapters
Eye of Amber
Kosian's life was turned upside down when he saw his brother being taken by men of the Faith, using words like 'cursed' and 'damned'. He did not care if his brother was the Ancient Gods incarnate -- he just wanted a friend with whom he could share his pain, his joy. And, after ten long years of planning, he is finally ready. With the help of a group of mysterious benefactors, Kosian saves his brother, fleeing their home and heading east, towards the port of Bez, accompanied by an unexpected but welcomed band of mercenaries. Meanwhile, Bel, a knight of the order Purtelis, hounds them, dead set on returning the Faith's stolen property. Both groups traverse the peaceful lands of Bollardia, each encountering roaming monsters, ancient evils and simple people, trying to survive. During his travels, Kosian is haunted by strange dreams and visions, all of which keep showing him the same image -- an eye of amber, etched with black runes. The sign of the Divided, masters of magic and saviours of the Seven Races.
8 130 - In Serial12 Chapters
Sinner's Resolve: An Agent's Wish
A demon that had never batted an eye while mercilessly reaping the lives of many. A prodigy who accomplished the impossible. A hero that dutifully followed his orders. A messiah of the people. Many titles were given to him, whether it be in praise or in fear, but only one thing could be agreed upon by the people...All who he had ever crossed paths with had met an untimely death. He slowly rose to the top and earned himself the name of Black Death. A nameless person who was eventually awarded a cursed and bloodied name... Must this continue?...... He stared at his hands before turning his gaze towards his next three targets. Their photographs were neatly aligned along his makeshift table, accompanying him inside of a dimly lit room. Each one of them had earned their seat as the best special agents within their respective organizations. There must be a way...There has to be a way... Shaking away his thoughts, he quietly pocketed away the photos before exiting the room. A chance meeting that would forever change his cruel fate, and a wish that would transcend worlds. This is the story of a man who had nothing yet lost everything but a single wish, a silver lining that would completely change his life. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Notes - Hello everyone! This is my first work and I will hopefully stay around for a while. I will try to finish or at least expand on this piece of work for quite some time, expect a few hiatuses in between though, still have a bit of schooling to do. Expected release dates will probably be once a week(not sure yet) after I stabilized the novel a bit as I'm still debating on how I should handle this. I prefer fleshed-out works compared to quick releases, but it also depends on how I'm feeling. I don't have a lot of confidence in my writing skills and I believe that my writing style is a bit weird, but I do want to try my best to tell a story that's worth telling. I will gladly accept criticism but please try to pull the punches back a bit! I'm still only human after all. Very excited to work on this, please take good care of me as I proceed on this journey with all of you! P.S. If you're going into my series, expect to see cliches sprinkled here and there. I personally love cliches and a few tropes! But, that goes without saying, I want to put my own spin on them. Be ready to feel the edge!!! Heh.
8 190 - In Serial36 Chapters
Please...
Harry Potter is five years old now, though he does not look it. He looks more like a small four or three year old. But, that's not the end of it.The fact that none of his neighbors know he exists, that he sleeps in a cupboard, even that his parents are dead, is not the end, nor the worst of it. No, the worst, is his uncle. The reason he doesn't speak, look at anyone, barely even breathe. Each night, he hopes for someone to come and save him, but they never come. No matter how hard he wishes, how hard he hopes, it seems he will be stuck there forever, or until his slow, agonizing march to death ends.One night, after hoping and hoping, he starts to realize he will never get saved, helped, even comforted, for his entire life.What if he's wrong, and what if a certain Slytherin can heal this broken child?What if, in turn, this broken child can heal him?THIS IS NOT SNARRY!! If that's your thing that's fine, but HARRY IS FIVE IN THIS FANFIC!! NOT SNARRY!!Do not repost on any other website/account without my permission.
8 125

