《Jormungandr's calamity》Book 1: Chapter 27 : A narcissist
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So I started walking through the burning plains looking for a place to spend the night when I heard a tremor in the vicinity.
"What's the origin of that noise?" I said to myself and suddenly the ground in front of me began to open.
A breath symbolizing my annoyance came out of my mouth, "Why does this happen only to me? First Jormi betrays me and now I'm in hell. I think I've been cursed by Likho because all this couldn't happen to an ordinary person."
Finally, I saw what was causing all the fuss and I, who thought that I had already seen almost every incredible thing in this world was one more time surprised. Why I was thinking of this? Very simple in the distance I could see a giant mole, but when I say giant, it was really big.
I was still amazed by what was ahead and hadn't noticed that the mole was heading towards me. I had just noticed that this one had seen me and was heading straight for me.
So I started crawling in the opposite direction while shouting, "It's a joke! Why does this only happen to me?"
Even with the head start, I'd made, that thing was going to catch up to me at any moment.
I kept crawling when I thought of something extraordinary, "Why don't I test my new powers?"
I wasn't going to use them on the mole but on myself because by absorbing the air from the underworld my body has mutated and now I can absorb it to boost myself. I started to move a little slower and contrary to what I should have done, some sort of mini black hole appeared on my body.
Indeed they are normally the portals used by Satan except that I could not for the moment only use them like that. Like a vacuum cleaner that absorbs the dirt, all the surrounding air began to come my way. My body, which was normally very thin, was now similar to that of someone who is doping himself.
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I felt that my body had been improved but all sudden gain in power comes with a price. Indeed if one looked at my body one could see that it was destroying itself but I had to do this to be faster than the mole.
So I started crawling at a speed I had never reached before. Indeed by moving forward I caused mini-explosions because I exceeded the speed of sound but each time these small explosions took place my average speed dropped drastically because it put too much pressure on my body.
As I had just lost the mole, my body gave up So I lay down on the ground and waited because I couldn't move anymore because it would aggravate my injuries and it was not a smart thing to do.
As I was recovering I saw something coming down from the sky. Now that the sun was no longer hiding it, I could see what had landed next to me.
It was a man except he had horns and wings. So he's an inhabitant of this world. While I was observing him, this individual did the same. After looking at me for five minutes without a word,
he was the first to speak. " Hello, young master, you stand before the fabulous Breno Gopher, the most beautiful demon in all hell. " As he said this he began to caress his face and take different poses, each one stranger than the other.
I was stunned and wondered who the clown was. Seeing that I didn't answer.
Breno laughed "You lost your tongue, I think it's normal, you're too dazzled by my beauty."
He started stroking himself again. Who is this strange person does not know the shame, at least just with his presence I wanted to die. I tried to crawl, but my wounds prevented me.
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Breno ran up to me and said, "Young master, stop moving or your wounds will get worse."
I looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"
He looked at me and said, "You didn't hear my presentation, it's plausible or you would have had a reaction. So I'm Breno Gopher. . . "
I stopped him. "No, I heard your presentation, but I'd like you to explain how you know me?"
He looked at me puzzled. "Didn't Master Satan tell you?"
I waddled around trying to remember if he had mentioned a man named Breno, but I had no recollection of it.
I looked at him and said, "Satan didn't tell me about you so could you explain what you want from me?"
When he heard me say this he was offended, "What do you mean? Master Satan did not introduce me."
He began to run around shouting words that were incomprehensible to me. I didn't know why, but I was already annoyed by this rude character even though he hadn't done anything to me. So I began to use the surrounding air to start healing my wounds.
Seeing what I was doing Breno praised me, "You can even do that with the air around you. It's not for nothing that are you the young master."
I looked at him and began to question him again, "Can you explain to me why you call me young master?"
He looked at me as if the answer was one of the easiest things in the world, "As Satan is the master you are the young master. There's nothing simpler. "
I still didn't understand. So he said to me, "To make it simpler, as your father is the master of these premises, you will be the young master. "
I nodded "You're right if my father is the master of this place then I'll be. . . My father. . . Why is Satan, my father?"
This time it was his turn to ask me, "Satan is your father, isn't he? You have his Bloodline so you're his son. The master cannot have a child and can only have one by giving his blood unfortunately you are the only child he has had in millions of years."
I was astonished but I was the only one in millions of years that intrigued me so I asked him why "Why am I his only child?"
He took a scarier tone. "You're the only one who survived the legacy of his blood or you'll be dead. "
I was thrilled to know that I could have died and that's why he said I was the first of my kind.
Breno looked up at the plane and said, "He's coming. "
I asked him "Who?"
"Our model of transportation, and look, there he is. "
What I saw in the distance surprised me indeed that was the giant mole. Finally, she arrived in front of us and knelt down so we could ride on her back.
With a look full of pride Breno introduced her to me. "Meet Dugtrio the giant mole. "
"Where will she lead us?"
"Towards your palace"
I looked at him in amazement. "My palace?"
"Of course you're not going to sleep outside. "
So we're off in the direction of my famous palace.
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