“Gentle Di’s Shamanic Services” had a lounge and waiting area when we first went inside. There were only a few dozen seats and the walls were covered in all sorts of magical engravings of various characters and runes. Every chair had a seal embroidered into the black leather. The front desk was to the left side of the room and there was plenty of papers all over the place. Continue reading
When Di’s magic lessons were finally over, he fucked off somewhere and left me to my own devices. I mainly just did a bunch of exercises for a few hours. In order to break through to Adept, I needed to have about twice the strength of the ‘average’ Human. Continue reading
I hate royalty, nobility, politicians and just about anyone who considers themselves a ‘ruler’. It’s not like I had ever met any of them in person before, but the concept alone was annoying enough. Of course, the reason why Hua Jiang was called ‘Master’ had nothing to do with her status as a ‘Queen’. Continue reading
The next two days passed in a similar manner. We rode down the river from morning until night, camping out on the beach. I also left to go perform my ritual in the woods, though there weren’t any dangerous situations. It was eerily peaceful… Continue reading
“You stupid fucking brat!” That familiar raspy voice pulled me out of an awesome sex-dream. I was having a foursome with a centaur, a snake-woman and a spider-girl, but then an ugly old man appeared. Even though I wanted to say something sarcastic and offensive, I couldn’t even open my mouth. Continue reading
“I’m scared… I don’t wanna be alone… Don’t leave me alone… It hurts… Help me…” It sounded like the voice of a little girl, but when I turned my head and jumped away, there was nothing there. After standing up off of the floor and being thankful that I didn’t break my arm, I let out a long sigh. Continue reading
That narcissistic old man continued bragging about how ‘kindhearted’ and ‘charitable’ he was for the entire trip back to his house. Then it was back to monotonous physical exercises for a few hours. I wanted to increase the amount of Qi in my Dantian, but it’s apparently not something that should be forced. Continue reading
I yawned loudly and asked “Okay~ then, so Shamans, Necrophiliacs and Ex-Whore Cysts all deal with spiritual garbage… What’s your point?” Continue reading
“Shoo~! Fuck off! Ow-ow-ow~! Stop it!” That magical illusory ‘Thunder Spirit’ was cackling madly, as crimson arcs of electricity kept zapping me nonstop. However, it didn’t do any significant damage and only hurt really badly. It tried to bite me a few times, but it didn’t seem to have a physical form. Honestly, there was a time when I was shocked by a taser. The sensation wasn’t nearly that powerful, yet it was still a lot stronger than a bit of static from rubbing socks against a carpet. Continue reading
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