World Isekai

Mori's hand still tightly grabbed the broken piece of wood.

Mori leaned forward, bursting into a sprint.

He entered the room; he heard the mace as it swung right by him.

As he entered the room, he slid on his knee, changing direction, and went toward the undead next to the entrance.

Still holding the broken piece of wood, he ran toward it, baiting it to swing.

Mori stopped in his course, dodging the crushing weapon easily, stepping into its reach to plant the broken piece of wood into its shoulder.

As he did, a punch connected to his jaw, sending him rolling to the ground.

Fuck.

Mori's head was spinning, that hit truly shook him.

He put a knee to the ground, using his hands to slowly raise himself up.

He looked up, the undead was slowly walking toward him.

That's why long reach weapons are best. Fuck.

The piece of broken wood was still in its shoulder. There was no way for him to get it without being in the 'danger' zone.

His vision was finally clearer, and the undead was closing in.

He got up on his feet, still staring at his opponent.

Oh.

Behind the undead, the one he killed had dropped something.

Shit. A yellow globe?!

Mori was taking steps back, the undead slowly making his way toward him.

Mori squinted.

No... Not yellow. That's a Golden quality item. Mythic.

Mori was slightly sweating, still slowly stepping back.

Now.

He sprinted again, describing a wide arc around his enemy.

Air whistled again.

The undead did a short sprint burst, violently trying to land a crushing blow on Mori's head.

Mori weirdly side-stepped it, launching himself on the ground and rolling a few times.

He stabilized himself with his hands and quickly got up, sprinting toward the orb.

As the undead had another short burst, lunging forward, Mori did the same, jumping toward the Orb.

Please be weapon.

Mori's finger touched the orb, flash-banging the room for a split second.

He brought his arm before his eyes, blocking the light while getting up once more.

[Spear of purity]

It was light, barely weighted anything.

Its color was a marble white, somewhere between a bright cream and grey.

Mori took several steps back, while inspecting his weapon, making sure not to hit the wall behind him.

It looked like a spear, but had a second pointy end, like a trident.

The second prong was way shorter and smaller.

The other end of the spear was also pointy and sharp.

The way it was made looked optimal for throwing.

With my agility, there's no way I can risk throwing my only weapon. What are the effects?

The undead started running, bringing Mori back to his current situation.

No matter. I can beat this guy with any spear. This one being Mythic just nailed the coffin.

Mori brought the spear back, ready to strike the undead when it would be in reach.

What is this sound?

Mori could hear a low vibration resonating through the room.

Purring?

His mind went back to the enemy as it was now just about to be in range.

"This is your unlucky day," he said as he quickly brought the spear forward, his whole body following the movement.

The undead's mace hadn't even started moving, that Mori had already pierced its torso with ease.

Rays of light blinded Mori.

He realized they came from the tip of the spear, inside the Undead's body, through the small gaps.

Mori smiled, as the rays were duplicating, becoming brighter by the seconds.

He chuckled, but his smile slowly faded.

His grin gradually turned into a concerned expression.

The light kept growing brighter as more rays made it out in a matter of seconds.

"Wai-"

Mori looked at the spear, and looked at his right arm holding it.

A detonation shook the whole room.

The tip of the spear exploded in a ball of blinding light.

Mori's body ragdolled backward, rolling on the ground multiple times.

He violently tumbled all the way to the wall, his body colliding with it, before dropping back to the floor.

His ears were loudly ringing, his forehead against the hard floor.

Not moving.

He opened his eyes, slightly lifting his head. Everything was foggy.

As his eyes moved left and right, it felt as if there was a delay in his vision.

His head was spinning faster than it ever had, and his vision reflected that.

He let his head drop to the floor again.

It then came.

The pain.

His whole body was in shock, but the adrenaline had delayed it.

His whole body was aching.

He moved his legs slightly, trying to get upright, but the slight movement felt heavier than anything he ever lifted.

He opened his eyes again, everything was still foggy.

In panic, he remembered in a flash he was fighting an enemy up until now.

He looked left and right, while trying to bring himself up.

He was able to position himself back against the wall, the best he could do.

The room was empty. Despite his head still spinning, he could tell.

Only him remained, with a grey orb further away.

The spear was a meter in front of him, on the floor.

Mori chuckled.

He moved to wipe the sweat off his forehead, but something was wrong.

He looked at his right arm.

It was gone.

Mori's vision blurred, his eyes going blank as he saw his right arm torn away, only his shoulder remaining.

He couldn't hear the ringing paired with that purring sound, while they were still loudly echoing.

He couldn't feel pain anymore, he couldn't smell that burnt odor.

He could barely process what was happening.

It was as if the world had stopped.

His eyes finally detached from his missing arm and went to the spear.

He got on his knees, and crawled on all 3, reaching it.

He grabbed the spear with his left hand, using it as leverage to get up.

He fell back to his knees twice before finally making it.

The grin was completely gone, as he used the spear like a walking stick to get toward the opened door.

He ignored the orbs on the ground, and slowly headed to the next room, a trail of blood following him.

The door had opened, he simply crossed it.

Mori's expression was stuck in a menacing frown, as the spear kept tapping against the ground at each step, echoing through the passageway he was going through.

He couldn't hear it.

The only thing he could now hear was that ringing, and purring.

One step after the next, he kept advancing.

He wasn't willfully moving, his survival instincts had taken over.

He fell to the ground, the spear slipping and his head hitting the floor.

It was bleeding, he could feel the warm liquid against his cheek while it rested against the ground.

His left hand reached around, finally grabbing the spear again.

He brought it toward him, slowly getting up again.

His head was spinning hard, he stumbled to the wall, hitting his torn shoulder against it.

The tapping restarted, echoing through the passageway.

He used the wall, sliding his body against it while using the spear with his left hand.

The entrance was right there.

He could see it, light at the end of the tunnel.

He approached it, slowing down.

He tried looking inside, but everything was so blurry.

He barely could tell where the walls started. Blood kept flowing from his head, getting into his eyes.

He started falling forward, quickly catching himself by using the spear to stop his descent.

His body was unsteady, his head tilted forward.

I'm going to pass out.

Everything was slowly fading to black, but then slowly went back to normal, a pulsating nightmare.

He bit his lip, splitting it in half.

He took another step, finally stepping into the room.

His gaze raising from the ground, he looked up. It was blurry, but he could tell there was one enemy.

He stopped moving. It was going toward him, or he thought.

He tried to listen to sound cues, but the ringing and purring filled his head.

He tried lifting the spear, while unsteadily anchoring his feet to the ground.

The shadow that was moving through the blurry mess was getting bigger and closer.

He brought the spear back, as he tried concentrating on what he could see.

Putrid. He could smell it.

He didn't wait and lunged forward, stabbing at anything that would be there.

He smiled.

In front of him, everything was getting brighter again.

It felt as if the ringing got louder. As if the purring was making the room tremble.

The explosion followed, everything in his field of view becoming shades of white.

His eyes went to his left arm holding the spear.

He could see it, almost in slow motion. It was blown to pieces, disintegrating.

He saw layers of his own arms as they were consumed by the blast.

His whole body accelerated backward, violently hitting a wall.

Everything finally faded to black, the ringing and purring finally stopping.

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