35 The second Roommate

" Grrrrr..." Buhara growled as he put his luggage in the middle compartment of the three in the room.

The bed was 9 feet long and quite spacious, however, Buhara seemed to barely fit into it as he complained about it being uncomfortable.

" Rocky human! Come help Buhara, I'm stuck in the bed frame" Buhara shouted, as Rocky was forced to pull Buhara out of the perilous situation he was in.

"Buhahahahara" said Buhara as he lifted the entire bed frame to a side and placed the bedsheet on the flat ground below as he laid on it in satisfaction.

"Bedsheet smells nice, Buhara is happy" said Buhara, as Rocky felt his right eye flutter looking at the uncivilized orc.

'I'm going to live with this cartoon all year long?' wondered Rocky, as he secretly hoped that his second roommate would at least be more normal and that the two of them would be able to handle Buhara.

Unfortunately, normal and Rocky were two words that were never going to have a connection as Rocky was fated to meet the most unique and abnormal people in the universe.

"C-54, is this my future abode?" A gentle voice said as Rocky and Buhara's third room-mate entered the dorm.

He looked to be a human with Blonde hair, fair spotless skin, beautiful gray eyes and no facial hair whatsoever.

He had no muscle definition about him, his figure was like that of an individual who had never worked out once in their entire life and his body was shaped a little oddly.

Slightly wide at the hips with slender waist, the guy could almost be mistaken for a girl, as with not a speck of hair on his body and face, and voice thin like that of a woman he looked about 80% like one.

The only redeeming quality about him, which indicated that he was a guy was the way he dressed, wearing skinny jeans and white t-shirt.

"She is a beauty" Buhara said, as the blonde guy giggled and replied "I'm a he, and no you're the strong looking guy".

Rocky felt his spine tingle when the guy giggled instead of laughing as alarm bells began to ring in his head.

" BUHAHAHARA-" Said Buhara, as he began flexing and posing his muscles after being called 'Strong'

" My name is Erin, nice to meet you both, I'll be in your care from now on" said Erin as he extended his hand for Buhara to Shake.

" I'm Buhara, son of the great chieftain Duhara" said Buhara as he gripped Erin's hands too tightly after being accustomed to Rocky.

" Ouch! My palms" said Erin, as tears formed in his eyes as he immediately rescinded his palm.

Buhara looked at Erin and then his palm and wondered how that guy even got injured with such less strength?

" Buhara you idiot, control your damn strength you musclehead" Rocky said as he gave Buhara a light kick on his calves.

" I'm Rocky, nice to meet you" Rocky said as he extended his palm, to which Erin only gently grabbed his index finger.

" You sir, have nice hair" said Erin as Rocky subconsciously adjusted them as he said " Thanx, you have nice hair too" as a form of general courtesy.

" No you sir, have a wonderful voice" said Erin almost instantly, as finally a light bulb went off in Rocky's head.

The way Erin dressed, the way he spoke, the lack of muscles on his body, it all added up to one thing and one thing only!

" Erin, are you by chance a follower of the Church Of Vanity?" Asked Rocky as Erin's eyes brightened at the question.

" You sir, are very intelligent, I'm indeed a believer of the Church of Vanity" said Erin as Rocky wished he could faint right at that moment.

The church of vanity was a cult where their followers practiced one of the most terrifying form of curse spellcraft known to the universe.

They only gave complements to everyone they conversed with, giving one complement minimum in every human to human interaction they had, improving the strength of their curse, for when they eventually unleashed it.

A normal conversation between two church of vanity followers sounded like this

"You sir are so handsome"

" No, YOU sir are more handsome"

" No, your voice sounds better"

" No your nails look better"

However, when the time came to fight, and they finally spoke a demeaning curse like

" Your swordsmanship is trash"

Even veteran swordsmen tended to forget how to hold their swords, making them easy targets.

The longer a practitioner went without using the power of a curse, the stronger it became, however, because of this extreme form of improving its strength, church of vanity believers were very hard to talk to while having a serious conversation.

' Why do I have to be stuck with not one but TWO cartoon characters?' wondered Rocky, as he silently cursed the heavens, but little did he know that these two cartoon characters would eventually become his best friends in life.

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/// A/N - Bonus chapter for hitting the PS target! Good job everyone!

Also, come let's have fun by pretending in the chat below that we are all church of vanity believers.

Should be funny ///