[Level up!]
What is it?
You said you wouldn't take over.
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I'm not taking over.
Then why are you controlling my arm?
Our arm.
Almost forgetting about the level up, Mori opened his stats.
[Memento Mori] [Level 27]
[Class: Cursed Sovereign]
[Cursed Path: Fateweaver 1879892/2,216,838]
[Health points: 135/135]
[Cursed Energy: 0/1477892]
[Magic: 270]
[Strength: 81]
[Defense: 54]
[Agility: 27]
The screen was glitching.
The letters and numbers were breaking and flashing. They flickered, showing different numbers or different letters altogether.
Some of them were not even from the alphabet he knew, showing something completely different. Nothing like what he had seen in Aura's books or from Aleesia's letter.
It was hard to track, but after a moment, he could tell his level was fine and where it should've been.
The letters kept glitching, but suddenly started to align.
"What..."
[Maëlstrom] [Level 1]
[Class: ???]
[Health points: 1?0??/1?0??]
[Magic: ?4??0]
[Strength: ?????]
[Defense: ?????]
[Agility: ????]
"How... at level 1? If those digits are lining up your stats are way too high for someone level 1. Is this right?" he asked.
The scenery in his peripheral view started changing. Quickly looking away from the profile screen, Mori realized he was running.
He quickly looked down, and both his legs were moving against his will.
He could feel her at the wheel.
That 'thing' that covered his skin in a sort of shifting storm was everywhere. He didn't need to look to figure it out.
She was making him run toward the spear in the middle. Not even a split second must've happened for him to reach it,
She quickly picked it up, throwing it on one side while heading to the other.
Everything that was happening was happening so fast Mori could barely react.
She bashed the monster's head in, yet what Mori saw extend couldn't have been his hand, it didn't look like one.
"What..."
As she did, Mori felt the explosion behind his body heading toward it even faster than before.
Picking the spear right as the explosion ended, she was now heading for the next room.
Mori realized he wasn't running anymore.
His line of sight had gone down, basically right above the floor.
She was around, he didn't need to look in the mirror to know it.
She wouldn't leave him.
She was anchored, and he was the one to let her do it.
All he did, was concentrate on that one place where he felt he had barely any control. That place in his mind that was dark and tumultuous.
He could picture himself going toward it, that whirlpool he fell in before.
As he arrived at the edge of it, he realized its size was colossal.
He looked at it for a moment, the water violently whirling around in a manner that looked even worst than the first time he saw it.
No matter.
He turned his back to it, and let himself fall in.
He closed his eyes, and let the current take him.
Yet, his descent wasn't turbulent.
He expected being pushed and pulled, left and right until he would finally reach the bottom, but nothing of the sorts happened.
Waiting for any sort of force to interact with his body, he quickly realized nothing did.
He opened his eyes, finding himself in that same armchair he found himself in the first time.
The same fireplace was there, fire crackling with logs of wood in it.
Light rain tapping against the window.
In the other armchair, he found her.
Her legs crossed, wearing what must've been a nightgown.
It was extremely thin and practically transparent. Her proportions hadn't changed since last time, and her facial features remained.
The black eyeliner, lipstick and hair.
Mori realized it actually must've been what she looked like, quite unlikely that this would be makeup, as he thought about it.
She was looking at him, her arms crossed on her chest.
She had a smile, one someone who did wrong but didn't regret would have.
"Back so soon?" she said.
"Fuck you. You said you wouldn't take over. That's literally the first thing you did."
"I didn't take over. I borrowed your body for a moment."
Mori got closer to her face, leaning forward.
Fire was lit in his eyes, while amusement was in hers.
"If you get so close, I'll think you want to kiss me..." she said, licking her lips.
"This was not the deal." hammered Mori.
She sighed while rolling her eyes.
"We're co-existing now, you should get used to it."
"You think that's funny? Unless you plan on living in this dungeon, we'll eventually get out. And I'll be the one in control."
She brought her finger up, caressing Mori's lips.
"So much animosity. I think you could use that energy differently... Is this why you came down here? Were you hoping for... something more?"
"This won't go the way you think it will."
"Can't I have some fun too? You can't lock me up down here forever."
"Why didn't you answer me?" he said.
"What?"
"I talked to you, yet you didn't answer me."
She smiled, while caressing Mori's cheek with the back of her hand.
"Oh. You're not upset that I took over, but that I ignored you."
"What?! Are-"
"It's okay," she said, shushing him. "I won't ignore you anymore."