Chapter 336: Woke AF

Chapter 336: Woke AF

The crew of the Eternal Infinite who were here to protect me, ran into the jungle. To be fair, they ran towards the sounds of chaos and devastation, so Im not suggesting they abandoned me. It was more like they had better things to do.

I never expected things to go smoothly its kind of my default mode to expect the opposite but it would be nice if occasionally dead things stayed dead.

I know thats a bit rich coming from me, having died and come back a number of times myself, but come on, whats a guy got to do to get a little closure around here?

What do you mean theyre worse? I said to Damicar, who was wide-eyed with fear. They already eat people. Do they shoot lasers out of their eyes now?

Once you identify as cannibal, it was hard to see where you could eek out those extra horror points. Even if they had risen from the dead as walking corpses, thats where the human-flesh-eating begins with most of your ghoulish types. This lot were way ahead of the curve. Theyd have to come up with some pretty interesting new mechanics to top themselves. This was why you shouldn't set your standards too high nowhere to go.

The poison

Calm down, I said. Breathe. Theyre still a few minutes away.

Screams and shouts filled the night sky, but they were back at the village. Yes, I could have rushed over there to perform a daring rescue, hacking and slashing my way through the cannibal undead, but I decided to pace myself. Who knew what other calamity was waiting to pounce?

These things tend to come in threes. Or waves of three.

The poison they absorbed it. Now they can use it against us.

Use it how? I asked.

Im not sure. Saliva, skin-contact, maybe sexually.

Its always nice to get the answer to a question. The sense of satisfaction.

I now faced cannibals with the ability to poison their prey. They didnt actually need this particular upgrade, but why not? It would get boring if you just had to spam the same attack against the same enemy, over and over. Button-mashing your way to victory isnt very gratifying.

Of course, in a game, you actually get rewards for defeating harder enemies. In life, you just get more fucked over.

Whats in the bottle? I asked Damicar. Can we take it?

No. I dont think that would be a good idea. He jumped as something big crashed into the ground not as far away as I would have liked. His eyes darted about, and we both retreated into the shrine. It has to be processed inside a person first, then extracted, and then ingested. Its quite fascinating real

It has to be eaten by someone, and then you eat them? I asked.

Well, I wouldnt I mean you could boil it out of the

I looked over at the priestess skeleton Id thrown in the corner. Was that what happened to her? There were all sorts of new questions I had, not least of which was how Damicar knew any of this, but I had a rather more immediate problem to take care of.

It wasnt like I couldnt fight off fifty or so cannibals capable of using poison, possibly sexually (I didnt even want to start thinking about how that would work). It would be hard, and probably tedious, but I was confident I could do it.

Id already done it once, but Id made the mistake of trying to be humane. That was what you called it when you committed an atrocity, but didnt enjoy yourself. Id have thought the humane thing would be to not do it at all, but apparently not.

Of course, if you did enjoy yourself, then you were insane. And if you added a quip at the end, like, Eat me, you cannibal bitch, then you were in an action movie.

I wasnt insane, and I tried my best to not cause undue suffering in those I mass-murdered. But if they werent going to appreciate my sensitive side, I might as well ask Wesley to step in and blow their fucking heads off.

What I didnt want to do was walk into a situation thinking I had it all under control, and then get side-swiped by an even worse situation. If this lot of cannibals had managed to avoid an excruciating death arranged by me, then what about the ones Id sent out to sea? Id assumed the screams Id heard were caused by the sharks Id called, but sometimes in life its the sharks who do the screaming. Especially in this world.

They could emerge from the surf, riding sharks and wearing seaweed armour.

It was extremely frustrating. It was like one of those superhero movies where they keep introducing more and more supervillains. Just give me one bad guy. A good one. No, not the Joker again.

I took a step outside the shrine and looked out into the jungle. I could feel them out there, closing in. I raised two fingers and said, Fuck all of you! as loud as I could, and then I exited my body, leaving my fingers up. It seemed fitting.

I retreated inside myself. I could stay here forever and let the world wait. It was a bit of a power move, to force everyone in the universe to do nothing until I was ready. I mean, they had no idea I was doing it, so it was impressing no one, but I knew.

I lay down on what I decided was the floor (my headspace, my rules) and lay there, fuming.

Are you working on a plan? asked my smaller and less-important simulacrum.

No, I said. Im on a break.

For how long? he asked. He wasnt usually this chatty, but I guess he sensed I wasnt my regular happy-go-lucky self.

Indefinitely. Im sure that should give me enough time to work out why the fuck Im always surrounded by liars, cheats and cannibals.

This is the first time its been cannibals.

No, it fucking isnt. There were cannibals in Nekromel, so fuck you. I dont know why I was being so hard on myself (compact version), but he was the only person who actually cared enough to ask, so fuck him.

He crouched down next to my head, like he might take a dump next to my ear (would not have surprised me in the slightest). If you want people to respect you, youll probably have to earn it. Always feels great to be lectured to by a six-year-old.

No, youre wrong. Again. I put my hands behind my head to make it clear I was settling in. Im not asking for respect. Fuck respect. Im looking for some common decency. Not the flashy uptown kind, just common, everyday. You know what kind of person will give you that? Who wont lie or try to bullshit their way out of their basic responsibilities? A person who respects themselves. Not me. Themselves. And I cant find any. And its pissing me off. So Im staying here.

Little me looked past me. I turned to see Wesley sitting in her armchair, saying nothing.

What? You dont think shed been lying to us? Of course she has. I fucking guarantee it. Nobody is honest about anything, except for me. And everyone hates me for it.

Little me shook his head, his hair flopping over his eyes. I think youre going to feel embarrassed about this later.

Oh, you think so? I might get a bit red in the face when they put me on their rotisserie barbecue? How will I ever live it down?

I think its good to lose your shit every now and again. Of course, its much better when people rush to find out whats wrong and drop everything to make you feel important and loved. Or so I assume. But even when its meaningless, its quite invigorating. I could feel everything shaking inside me. Actually, it was shaking a bit more than Id normally expect.

You remember what the Elder frog said about magic? said little me. About caring about one thing, and not about anything else.

Yes, I said, ready to punch the little shit in the face. No particular reason.

I think you might finally be there.

I sat up and looked down at myself. I turned over my hands. I could barely keep them under control. It felt like they were about to explode off my wrists.

This was the source of magic Id been searching for? There was only one way to find out.

I snapped back into my body. I was standing in the doorway to the shrine, fingers still erect on each hand. The energy inside me was still there. I could barely contain it.

This was it. If ever I was going to become someone of true power, now was the time. The hell with all that poncing about in other dimensions, knitting alien tendrils together like some kind of cosmic crocheting master, this was how I was going to get what I wanted. I would force people to just do what I told them, and then they could just go away and do whatever they wanted. I wouldnt make them my slaves, but I wouldnt let them get in my way, either.

The islanders could open the shrine for me for a start, even if they had to dig their way in with shovels.

How would I convince them? Easy. I would use my magical ability to scare the living shit out of them. Starting with fireballs. Lots of giant fireballs. I put my hands closer together and began rolling the flame that was growing between them.