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Zwerver di Mortuus Est

The story follows a person named Kuu, or rather what's he's currently going by, he has no past, wandering from places and places in a fantasy world. Cities, mountains, forests, etc, he wanders, for what reason?

IncrediblyLola · Fantasy
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22 Chs

Chapter 15

The shitty 'immortal fire chickens' screeches, their voices echoes through the wind, from an unassuming mountain, all the way to the whole world.

At the same time, a man opens his eyes, as if he just woke up from a hellish dream...

*Sighs*

"Ugh. Can't have shit in Elizuof."

Kuu himself did not know why he said that, it was a spurt of the moment incident, but, the statement is correct according to his experiences in this place.

After all, this place has only been an piece of shit to him the entire time, shitty locals, shitty luck, shitty everything. The only reason he hasn't gone insane is because of the hopes of seeing elves.

"I wanna see elves." He thought.

For a supposingly elven country, there wasn't a lot of elves in this place if not any at all.

"Looks like that girl wasn't full of shit." He said out loud.

Consciously, he knows that frustration is starting to take over him.

"I need to calm down." He thought.

After all, he believes he's the type of man that acts on logic, not impulse.

"How bout I try to about the good things." He thought.

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Nothing...

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More nothingness...

__"Yea, screw that I'll just eat breakfast and hope the day gets better, maybe it'll be my lucky day and I'll win the lottery again."

After roughly 15 minutes of procastination, he gets out of bed and brushes his teeth.

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"How nice, there's free breakfast in this place." Kuu exclaimed.

Surprisingly, people in this place actually give space to each other, it wasn't like a human flood or a war zone. Just a simple normal dining place.

Kuu begun to look around.

Inside this ballroom-like place, every single corner of has food, food everywhere, which combines up to the smell of your typical non grass touchers. Not the type you'll like.

"Eating outside ain't half bad." He thought.