Book of the Dead 2: Sacrifice: A LitRPG Adventure by RinoZ

Author:RinoZ [RinoZ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2023-12-05T16:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-NINE

NECROMANCY

Wednesday, 8 February 2023

2:50 PM

The cart rattled over the uneven road and Tyron groaned.

“Fucking, shut up already.”

The young Mage grimaced as he tried to resist touching his side for the umpteenth time. It didn’t help. In fact, all it did was get blood on his hand and irritate the wound.

Another jostle, another groan.

“By the tits, shut your damn mouth! You had the chance to fix the wound and you passed it up, so fucking deal with it!”

Tyron sat up with difficulty, the pain from his wound a constant throbbing that reverberated through his entire body.

“You’d really eat someone’s soul to heal yourself?” he asked.

“Yes I fucking would! I can’t believe how stupid you are. I think your damn balls are too big for your own good, it’s making you stupid, or blind. Is that it? You can’t see past your own colossal fucking sack and notice the obvious solution right in front of your face?

“Ask a stupid question…” he chuckled.

“Maybe I am, stupid that is.” He gestured to his pants, stained red with drying blood. His own blood. “As you can see, my testicles are quite standard, but I can’t deny that I’m dumb enough to risk my life over pride.”

As tempting as it was to argue back at the skull, to defend his morals and point of view, there really wasn’t any point. Dove was worried about him, that was why he was so angry. The pragmatic Summoner wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice one of those bandit souls to heal him if he could. Before he’d died, he’d already shown he was willing to kill others to keep Tyron alive.

Stupidity and pride. He refused to rely on the patrons, refused to play their games. A dumb decision if ever there was one, and it was pride that got in his way. He would do it himself, and do it his own way, or not at all.

They won’t fucking control me. I refuse to be controlled.

A sigh emanated from the skull, and Tyron turned his weary gaze back to his friend.

“You aren’t stupid, kid. We both know that. I think I’m starting to see your parents in you at last. Magnin and Beory are legendary for wanting to go their own way, and it seems like the apple didn’t drop far from the tree.”

Tyron felt a warm glow inside at being compared to his parents.

“You really think so?” he said.

“Oh goddess, don’t look so pleased. Oh, that’s disgusting. You have the look of a loving child yearning for the approval of a parent all over your face. It’s too pure for me. Get it away before I manifest spirit spew. Turn me around or something, for fuck’s sake!”

A laugh bubbled up in his chest, which caused another spike of pain, which was followed with another groan.

“Serves you right,” Dove said acerbically as Tyron lay clutching at his side. “Don’t let me see your inner self ever again. I’m here to help a badass, killer-crazed Necromancer get some revenge on the pricks who branded me, not babysit a vulnerable young man who didn’t get enough love as a child.

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