49 Chapter 49

The city lord rummaged around my body for a full minute before she realized that there was nothing to be seen on my person.

She then straightened up and held my cheeks to face her. It hurt a lot as she was not the least bit concerned about my wellbeing.

Even if she knew that I would eventually heal but that did not remove the fact that I was getting besieged and injured against my will.

In the first place, this bitch was the one who wanted help and now I suffered. And for what? Her sense of pride?

What the fuck!

Although I may have taken advantage of her situation but that didn't diminish my wish to get rid of the curse she was suffering. What did she think? A free meal? HAHAHA!

That was not available anymore in this day and age.

Hate surged through my heart and if ever I had the chance someday, I would certainly make her pay for what she did to me tonight.

Even if I was over the top on my requests but was there a need for such acts of barbarity? Definitely not! This cunt has to recompense for the price of my pain.

For the first time in my young life, I learned how it was to dream at revenge because of my inability to defend myself. I was weak! Pure and simple.

"Where is it?!" I heard the bitch asked me again and shortly right after, the remaining flesh on my body slowly melted on my frame.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed and cried tears of blood but those too, evaporated before they can even run down on my hollowed cheeks.

I didn't believe that she would kill me yet because I represented a way out of her dire straits.

But still, I cussed at myself for becoming a masochistic bastard than rehashing everything anew to feed the laziness in me.

Five minutes of this torture and I endured and held on until my consciousness left me fully.

"Thank the unseen listeners above for these little mercies." Was my last thoughts before I blacked out from this abyss of misery.

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"Wake up, my dear Shaman." Oh not this malevolent devil again, I lamented when I heard the familiar voice.

"Computer, what time is it?" I first consulted my silent ally in the sky since there was really no way to know whether it was day or night in this cage. We were still in the same dark humid place as the last.

"It is 11 o'clock in the morning, Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098." The bodiless voice answered.

"What do you want?" i replied to the cunt after I heard my computer's answer. And I missed dinner because of this wicked woman's severity. Tsk tsk.

Although the battle suit provided for automatic nutrients in my body but I still fear of the negative effects of missing a meal.

I was most aware of the fact that I was just a mere clone and may perhaps be more susceptible to unknown diseases that even my able nanotechnology couldn't afford to treat.

The applied science was great but it was far from perfect. A good example for this was the lack of pain medication within its many services offered.

How would it feel to be in a constant state of euphoria? HAHAHA!

"Where did you hide the thing that you used to cure those sick people, Shaman?" the city lord clarified her question.

"Oh? You mean this?" I said and produced a syringe from the secret pockets of my battle suit.

Of course she could not anymore see this armor on me because the gloves it originated from had fully melted on my DNA.

Confiscating that from me would definitely mean my certain death but I doubted that they have the knowledge to separate essences on a molecular level.

I could be wrong but was confident that the people on this world was way behind in terms of understanding the human genome.

"Yes. You are very helpful, Shaman. Please let me help you with the first taste of your own medicine."

The suspicious bitch made the syringed float towards her hands before giving me one shot of the needle in my left arm.

"It's not poison, city lord. You should just have asked me instead of uselessly consuming such valuable serum." I ridiculed her apparent distrust.

"Then you shall make more of whatever this liquid is, Shaman. You would be a good addition to my slave force who works tirelessly for my sake.

And I'm also very curious about the hidden storage on your body. From how weak your physique and defense is,

it is impossible for you to have already attained the Soul Creation Realm and hold material things inside your soul. You're rather very mystical aren't you, my dear Shaman?"

She smiled triumphantly afterwards.

'HA!"

"HAHA!"

"HAHAHA!" and only a booming laugher answered her words. Though I was down on my back and remained still for the moment, that hasn't taken away my acting skills from me.

Life is but a play. This was one of my master's favorite dictum and truly, I must learn to enjoy the little things I was able to experience in this short life and never forget that this was a precious gift.

I am here because him. My master, my maker and creator.

What was more exciting than experiencing something new and make the most out of it in its fullest? I was not defeated yet!

I thought as I continued to mock the woman who was perched tall and certain above me.

"What's the jest about?" the city lord asked in a calm voice. In fact, I was glad that she responded that way because I was halfway expecting for her to smash me once more into pieces. HAHAHA!

"That drug can only cure the normal diseases of common people, city lord. It would totally be ineffective against a great magic like curses and such.

Try it and you'll know that I say nothing but facts." Reverse psychology at its finest. HAHAHA!

"Let's see then. If it is as you claim, I can always make you heal me one way or the other." And the bitch fell for it.

The city lord emptied the remaining fluid down her veins and I could not help but laugh out loud once again. You are mine, bitch! HAHAHA!