The former sorceress woke up as usual, with an intense pressure building up in its backside. With nothing more important to do, the creature completed its morning ritual and made its way to the poisonous tree, to try and level up the only Skill that had yet to increase. Its Skill [Poison Resistance] had been stuck at Level 5 despite …

Within the Ashram, near the shore of the only lake that existed within, a child was digging up a trench. The child features were plain with skin dark, hairs black and eyes brown. His height was nothing impressive either and he was clearly short for his age of 12 but perhaps he would grow taller in the future. Mayhap, it …

The former sorceress awakened to a terrible itch all over its body. ‘Uh, I hate this part of the Skill.’ The creature wiggled its body and– Crack! -heard a crack reverberate in its little hidey-hole. It frowned and squirmed even more, hearing more and more cracks run across exuviate. ‘Huh? Why are there cracks this time? There were no cracks …

There existed a forest. It existed neither too far away from civilization, nor too close to it. And within this forest stood a massive wooden gate. This gate guarded a compound that was surrounded on all sides by wooden walls that were too low to offer any real protection. The massive gate was made of light wood and seemed feeble. …

The former sorceress awakened to an aching body and suffering mind. Its exhausted Vessel was sore while its slow mind was hazy. In such a state, the blue glow of the notification didn’t help the poor creature any. Ting. [Skill [Pain Resistance Lv.2] has levelled up to [Pain Resistance Lv.3]. Continuous damage caused by pain has been decreased by the …

Author’s note: I do not know why some boxes glitch and centre alignment doesn’t work. It looks absolutely fine to me in the editor. This was edited and split in 2 chapters. As I do not know the way to rearrange chapters here on CN, I am forced to club them in this form. I will split them as soon …

-X- The Illusion let a Soul emerge. The Forgotten guided its path. The Formless let it touch the flesh. The Endless let it last. . The Mutated, the last of them all. The Mutated let it devour the Bridges, For a being was reborn. -X- An Existence that was [Not One, But Innumerable] witnessed the fruit of its own blasphemous …