《New Escape》New Escape Chapter Fifty Nine
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"Ughh this demon realm is too exhausting. Experts are many and even the 'weak' individuals are much more powerful than anyone in the starting world." I walk briskly over the blue green grass in the same direction I have been traveling for three days total in game. Numerous wandering individuals have crossed my path, a majority acted haughty believing a human to be beneath them, but my training within the crystals caverns prepared me for a variety of situations.
The first ones I ran into were two batling demi-humans. They seemed to be some form of offspring to a vampire which made them believe they were superior to me, but a few slaps turned their faces into a monkeys' butts.
The third person I ran into was some sort of giant. She was quite kind, but was also a bit of a battle fiend. After a friendly spar we both went our separate ways.
The fourth person was some sort of elemental magic caster. They seemed quite skilled at a variety of different magic, but their lack of focus let me win rather easily.
The fifth person was of course the orc whose heart I ripped from their back. This was not my wish of course, but according to the giant hearts are some form of currency in this realm.
Well all in all after walking through that strange gate I somehow arrived in the demon realm. I wonder if those tree "people" knew that there was such a place underneath their routes. I also question whether I should even be here. Tarin's teleport should've brought me close to him, and I am not sure why it would've just brought me near the gate to the demon realm, but I'm here and I don't currently have any way to return.
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Originally I planned to conceal my appearance with this plate armor, but the beings here seem to have some sort of way to identify those born outside of the demon realm. I also initially believed this blood control I possess to be a skill possessed by vampires, but if the batlings were telling the truth about their origins then they should have recognized the ability.
While pondering the questions I have accumulated even prior to arriving here my spiritual sense alerts me to multiple presences ahead of my current position behind a large hill.
"Three people." I mutter quietly to myself while I await their arrival.
"Halt!" The three women appear before me. Each of the women wear identical clothing. Their bodies are covered in a red clothing made of a light material. A well polished metal armor covers various critical locations. Metal braces cover half of their forearms and metal plates cover the back of their hands which are covered in gloves. Armor covers the upper part of their torso and they done metal boots on their feet and shins. Their hair isn't visible, it's probably hidden under their helmets.
When the group first saw me their eyes lit up in excitement, but after a moment this disappeared and they began giving me a cold look.
"Who are you?" Their rude tone strikes a nerve. What did I do to garner such a dislike before we have even met. In order to properly greet them I retract the helmet into blood and merge it with the upper armor. My short curly hair seems to pop out after being restrained for so long.
"My humble greetings. This one is known as Magi Corvus. Might I ask what you three require of me?" I try my utmost to be polite to the three. The fact that their armor is all the same leads me to believe they are part of some sort of group, and I am not strong enough to go against two people let alone two hundred.
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"You're human?" Her surprise is apparent on her face. The woman in front's blond eyebrows tighten while the two women behind her grip the hilts of their swords which are sheathed on their hips.
"Is that a err- a problem?" I become rather nervous as imaginary sweat beads form on my forehead.
"Do you have… proof?" The leading woman's caution seems to grow.
"Umm what? How should I have proof that I am human?" My nervousness disappears as I witness the paranoia of the three. This is getting a tad tedious.
"I guess you wouldn't huh? Why should we believe you then?" She continues to question me rather annoyingly.
"I didn't ask you to believe me, you three came out her and questioned me of your own volition and selfishly asked for proof. I tried to be respectful thinking I could get the same in return, but instead you ask me such strange things. I'll be taking my leave." I begin walking around the three up the hill.
"S-stop!" The woman who previously spoke calls out to me once again.
"Yes?"
"W-we'll belive you!"
"Okay?" rather than listening to their nonsense I continue walking up the hill.
"W-wait she said she will believe you!" The woman on the left of leading lady called out to me stammering her words.
"I don't know what you three are talking about. Can you let me go on my way?"
"Huuhhh? Any other man would be joyous at this invitation to our base!" The remaining woman calls out angrily.
"I'm not a man, also this isn't a mature game. I'm not interested, bye!" I wave to the three while continuing up with a mischievous smirk on my face. I hate tsunderes, or whatever these three would be considered.. This demon realm is truly a strange place. Some blood from my chest plate emerges and encapsulates my head before transforming back into the helmet I was previously wearing.
Let's hope I won't run into any more weirdos before I get to the nearest town, wherever that is.
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